Bobby

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BOBBY

Jack Sprat

I lived in a studio apartment with my bi-sexual room mate Phil. I think Phil liked girls better then men, but when he didn't have a date, we'd spend an evening together sucking, jacking and fondling. It was not really all that satisfying to me as it wasn't often enough. I wanted more of Phil. Since Phil wasn't employed on a permanent basis, I think he volunteered his body, in lieu of rent, and really wasn't interested in a relationship.

Phil received a letter from his younger brother, Bobby, who lived in Oklahoma. Bobby was eighteen, had just graduated from high school, and wanted to move to San Francisco and look for work. He wanted to know if he could stay with us for awhile until he found a job. I guessed that we could put him up on the sofa for awhile, though with three, the quarters would be a bit cramped. I allowed this because I had lecherous ideas in the back of my mind. I wondered if he was cute, and if I could make him.

We met Bobby at the bus stop. He was a gangly kid, slim body, blonde hair. It looked like he was going through late puberty, still having some filling out to do. This didn't mean he would be less virile. If he was still in puberty, he should have lots of fresh kid cum in his balls, and probably his prick was up more than it was down. Fantasies of his warm naked body quivering with his cum spewing into my mouth raced through my mind.

Phil and I slept together in a pull-down bed and Bobby had the sofa. I think that Bobby lay quietly awake listening because he knew we were fondling and jacking each other even though we tried to be as quiet as possible..Some nights, I would feint sleep to later hear Bobby slap his meat before he went to sleep.

Naturally, when three males live together, the sex topic arises. I always tried to drop hints, with Bobby present, on how good it felt, though I never implied a male to male relationship. Bobby always referred to a penis as a wee-wee, pee-pee, ding-dong or a ying-yang, and giggled at remarks he could not handle. This showed his immaturity. I knew that I was going to have to work very slow and gentle if there was going to be a make. The kid had probably never been touched and would be extremely sensitive. He'd probably suffer embarrassment being inspected and fondled. I knew that these feelings would have to be desensitized

One night, Phil called, saying he was going to spend the night with his girl friend and wouldn't be home. This left just Bobby and me. I decided to take my first step.

The bathroom was very small in this studio apartment. It always steamed up. Phil was gone and Bobby was watching T.V. when I announced I was going to shower. I laid out fresh clothes in the living room. After I showered, I returned nude to the living room announcing, since it was such a warm evening, it was too hot to dry off in the bathroom. I really gave Bobby a show of my whole body. Bobby pretended he was indifferent and was more interested in the T.V., but he was peeking at every chance when he thought I wasn't noticing. After dressing, I put my dirty clothes in the closet hamper, making sure my dirty briefs were on top. I then announced I had to leave to do some shopping.

I returned just before bedtime. Bobby had to go to the bathroom. In his absence, I checked the laundry hamper. My dirty shorts now lay crumpled in a different place. Bobby had gotten them and, no doubt, sniffed them for my male scent and perhaps chewed on them. I didn't know. But I did know tonight I would make my move. I knew Bobby, while very modest, was intereted in males.

It was always a ritual that we watch the last T.V. program with a can of Coke, or some other soft drink. I went to the frig, removed two, and popped them open. I slipped a half a tranquilizer in Bobby's drink. I just wanted to cut the edge if he was uptight and help him relax.

After the T.V. show I crawled into bed, and Bobby took his place in his makeshift sofa bed. I tossed, and I heard Bobby tossing. I bet Bobby was playing with himself.

"Bobby!"

"Yes!"

"You still awake?"

"Uh-huh."

It was time to pop the question and pray that things would happen.

" Doggone, Bobby. I'm lying here naked with a throbbing hard-on that

is burning up..I'm really uncomfortable. Why don't you come over and

look at it and play with it...you can examine me all over. I'll bet

you've never gotten a real close look or touched anothers dick."

There was silence.

"I'll just lay here real quiet and let you look and play and do

anything you want. Think about it."

There was a pause on Bobby's side, then a rustle. Then Bobby came over to my bed. I pulled the covers down and drew up my legs giving him a full shot of my boner and balls. Bobby giggled. He didn't know what to do. His hand moved slowly to my dick and his thumb and forefinger wrapped around it. He moved his head downward for closer inspection of my tip. I told him it was O.K. to make a fist around my dick and jack it, and to use his other hand to examine & play with my balls. He did both.

Bobby was wearing tight, white briefs. His hard on was prevalent and his buns made a shapely outline in back. While Bobby played with, and examined me, I reached between his legs, giving him a soft feel against his shorts. Bobby pulled back with a start. "No!"

"Relax," I said, I'm just going to give you a nice soft feel through your shorts. Bobby felt better. He let me rub him there since I wasn't going to pull down his shorts and "look at him."

Bobby was really infactuated with what he was doing and I kept telling him how good it felt, asking him not to stop. His head was close to my tip when I decided it was time to ask:

"Why don't you lightly lick it...like you would an ice cream cone?"

His tongue gave a light, exploratory lap against my tip, then another

and another. Finally, I felt full warmth, as he slid my dick through his

lips deep into his mouth. I grasped his head and worked it around. When I

I was ready to come, I pushed his head away. I wanted to hold it longer.

"Lick and suck my balls!"

His mouth moved downward. I felt one ball, then the other, rolled around in his young, saliva filled mouth. He licked each one. His tongue moved upward to my stem and my tip was again popped in his mouth.

I didn't want to surprise Bobby with a load of cum in his mouth that would send him gagging to the bathroom, so I let him make his decision on what to do. I waited til I knew I could hold no longer. "I'm coming!" Bobby removed his mouth and started jacking with a frenzy. I shot four good heavy spurts plus some dribbles. He was fascinated as he watched the cum fly from my dick and kept pumping until he was satisfied that every last drop had poured forth.

Catching my breath, I pulled Bobby to me, squeezed him tight against me, ran my hand through his hair, and kissed him. Bobby opened his mouth and my tongue moved in deep for full exploration.

"Can I do you now?" I asked. God! How I wanted this boy right now!

"I can't let you," Bobby replied. "I don't know how. I just can't show myself to you." His voice was quivering with uncertainty. He was almost crying.

"But you would like to do me again when Phil's gone?"

"Yes!"

It was very hard to control myself, but I had to respect the boy's shyness, modesty and virginity. I kissed Bobby again and he retired to his sofa bed. I could hear him whacking his meat. Maybe next time....

-2-

The following Friday, Phil called and said he was going to spend the whole weekend with his girl. I would be alone with Bobby both Friday and Saturday night. I had an immediate fantasy and got big hard-on. Tonight, I felt Bobby would be ripe.

Bobby showered first, but stayed in the bathroom with the door closed until he was dressed. I showered second and came out doing my drying ritual in front of Bobby. This time, his eyes watched without attempting to sneak peeks.

I pulled down the wall bed and lay atop the bed. "Come on Bobby," I know this is what you want, so let's not play games. I drew up my legs and spread them wide, giving full view of my hard-on. Bobby hurriedly undressed to his shorts. Tonight, I was going to get those shorts off. Bobby climbed along side me. We embraced and kissed. We broke the clinch. Bobby moved his tongue down to my nipples, sucking and nibbling on each one. He moved lower, grabbed my cock, and started to suck. His young tongue drove me crazy.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, Bobby"

Bobby didn't say anything. My cock exploded with cum and I watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. Through his shorts, I could see the outline of his raging hardon. I ran my hand down his stomach, under the band of his shorts and my fingers grasped his bare, hard dick and fondled his balls.

Bobby gave a start and tried to pull my hand away. I slapped his hand. He wiggled and squirmed. "Please!" I was too far gone to stop. If necessary I would be brutal, using any force necessary to strip him naked. I was not going to release my hand for anything. Bobby struggled more, then let out a moan of resignation, and relaxed. The good feeling had overpowered his modesty. I now had him in full submission.

I grabbed the wasteband of his briefs and pulled them downwards over his legs and off his feet. Bobby lay there nude and docile. I opened his legs. He was completely mine.

My mouth moved to his fresh, hard, virgin cock giving it its first introduction to the intensive feeling of anothers tongue. Bobby gripped my head, moaning and cuming and I was going to keep him this way as long as possible. His boy prick stood hard erect even when I knew I had drained him. While he was recharging, I rolled him over, stuffed a pillow under him, raising his butt. I spread his young buns, pried them wide, exposing his fresh, pink, pucker. My tongue dove in. Bobby moaned louder and gripped his pillow, making bread like a cat. I was going to make sure this virgin boy would not miss a single sensation. I moved my tongue against his tight pucker and reached below. Finding his balls, I rolled them in my hand, giving light tugs. Lubing my middle finger, I pushed it in his asshole. It tightly flexed in protest, but using slow, firm, force, I slid in to its hilt and wiggled it about. Bobby went bananas as it roamed over and pressed against his prostate. I would have loved to fuck this fresh, young, butt, but it was much too tight. For my satisfaction, I used my finger to its fullest for a real long time.

My dick was starting to rage again. I knew that Bobby was still in full heat. I flipped him over, positioned myself in a 69 and again started to rework his cock. Bobby did the same to me. We continued until we were both fully spent, then pressed our naked bodies against each other, embraced and kissed, until we both fell asleep.

Phil moved to his girls apartment, and now Bobby shared my bed. With my instruction and training, Bobby became my obedient lover. I no longer had to scheme how I was going make Bobby take off his briefs.

The End

-- Robert (Rob) Simac | "Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and " Hayward, California, USA | "orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and" rsimac@netcom.com | "call off Christmas." The Sheriff