Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 12:48:25 -0600 From: Scott Fricker Subject: Blowing Bobby Missouri summers have a tendancy of being uncomfortably hot and sticky. The night I gave Bobby Eufinger a blow job was no exception. It was inside a two-man puptent we'd set up in his backyard one night shortly before the start of seventh grade. We were both twelve at the time. Bobby was blonde and blue-eyed with a puggish nose that featured about a dozen or so small freckles. His hair was shorn close to the neck with a shock of unruly, cornsilk yellow hair that sprouted from the top of his head and fell across his forehead. He was an athletic boy who enjoyed baseball and swimming on our neighborhood swim team. I hated baseball, but loved to swim, and especially loved wearing the sexy, tight speedos we had to wear when competing. In contrast to Bobby's blondeness, I had shiney black hair, brown eyes and olive complexion. Although I was from German ancestry, like Bobby, I was often mistaken for Italian. My hair was longer than Bobby's and I wore it parted down the center as was popular then. I had a gangly, skinny build, although all of the hours I'd spent at the pool that summer had given me a nicely dimpled set of prepubescent abs. People told me I was cute, and I suppose I thought I was too, but Bobby was the type of boy who made my constantly inflating twelve year old boy penis rise to full erection. I wished I had his blonde hair and his blue eyes which reminded me of the way the water at the pool looked. I also admired the way Bobby seemed to fill out the pouch of his Speedos more than mine. Up until this point, I had never seen Bobby's penis, but was hungrily wanting to compare. That summer my penis had started to get bigger and I had started to get a faint, pubic mustache around the base of my boy cock, but as yet had not been able to ejaculate. I wondered if Bobby was making sperm and wondered if, like myself, he rubbed it against his mattress until he got the warm itching tingle feeling in his dick. I loved that feeling and got it every morning when I humped the bed. It was the summer of the 72 Olympics and nearly all the boys in our neighborhood, both competitive and noncompetive swimmers, were wearing the stars/bars patterned speedo worn by Mark Spitz. On the night in question, Bobby and I were both wearing our olympic speedos. The night air was uncomfortably close within the puptent as I lay on my side watching Bobby sleeping. He was laying on his back, one arm placed under his head and one arm laying slack beside his body. I lay on my side, my head propped up in the palm of my hand, watching him sleep as the light from a full moon provided ample illumination to take in the view. My twelve year old penis was as erect as I could ever remember it being. The sight of Bobby nearly naked, so close to me, and unaware of my staring gaze, made me feel incredibly horny. I found myself fondling myself as I took in every inch of his body, especially that area of his body hidden beneath the clinging material of the red, white and blue swim racers. Whether by intention or by accident, Bobby wore the tightest suit on the team. I remember always being fascinated by how skimpy the suit was and how it seemed to appear almost as a second skin. In the angular light of the moonlight, I could easily make out the contours of his boyhood resting on its side, looking as if it were sleeping, resting its head upon the pillow formed by his ballsack. I watched Bobby's flat, toned muscular boy tummy expanding and deflating as he breathed in slow relaxed breaths. My horniness was getting the better of me. Taking one last glance at Bobby's face and seeing his lips parted, obviously sound asleep, my right hand left its perch along my outer leg and reached across the narrow gap between my body and his. With my index finger extended, I softly felt the silky feel of the nylon material covering Bobby's flaccid penis, feeling the warmth from his boy pud radiating through the thin material of the suit. Bobby's penis flinched as my fingertip traced the macaroni noodle curve of his soft boy shaft. I quickly looked to make sure Bobby was still asleep. My other hand was kneading my hard dick from the outside of my speedos, gently pressing my groin forward into my down turned palm, feeling hard flexes in my penis as my manual stimulation made me feel hornier and hornier. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Bobby's penis come alive. My heart pounded as I watched the soft downward curve of his penis hidden by the clinging nylon of his suit begin to elongate and swell, growing longer and thicker. Oh my god, I thought, he's getting a boner! I practically moaned as I watched the incredibly hot sight of his boyhood making spastic upward twitches until his supine, flaccid penis became an angular jut that pointed straight up towards his cute squiggly outie belly button. At the point he reached full expansion, Bobby's shaft made a spastic lurch that looked almost as if it were nodding hello. His hard-on reminded me of the puptent in which we slept, the ridge of his shaft creating a tented effect within the skimpy chevron of his suit. I was no longer satisfied seeing that erection hidden by the speedo. Satisfied that Bobby was a sound sleeper, I quickly found the courage to dig out the drawstrings that just barely poked beyond the stretchy give of the suit's waistband. Withdrawing the white nylon chord, I was glad to find the chord unknotted. Given the tautness of Bobby's suit, I doubt he ever needed to actually knot the chord anyway. At this point, I wasn't aware that as I lightly touched Bobby earlier, he'd awakened. I also wasn't aware that Bobby was as turned on by me as I was by him. I now repositioned myself from laying on my side to kneeling. I carefully and gentley hooked my thumbs inside Bobby's waistband, hooking each thumb at the crevice formed by where two curved lines ran from his outer lower tummy down into the suit. My eyes looked back at Bobby's face to see a wan smile curving the corner of his lips. I wondered if he was dreaming, and wondered if perhaps, given his erection, he was having a sexy dream. Even though the speedo was skin tight, it was very stretchy, and I was relieved to find descending the skimpy brief was turning out to not be a problem. I licked my lips unconciously as I saw the golden sandy hue of his end-of-summer tan transform into a milky pale. I blinked rapidly as I finally saw his penis for the first time as the head and then the shaft and then the puffy nutbag became visible. When the swim brief was just below his nutsack I gentley withdrew my thumbs and took in the view. Bobby's cock was so stiff I could see it throbbing with his heartbeats. His head was a soft muted lavendar, the skin covering it looked drum tight, as if he were so bloated he could pop like a balloon. Like his nose, it had a puggish appearance. The front of his acorn-shaped glans buttressed where the front formed near a puckered round piss slit. The encircling lip of his circumcized glans facing his body was flared. His shaft still held that elegantly thin girth of prepuberty. His shaft arched up from his balls like the curved side of a scabbard blade, almost as if his penis were a soldier jutting out his chest. His nutsack was nearly perfectly round, resembling a very small peach with a contoured indention bisecting where the two small marble sized nuts were held. His pubic mound had a soft swelling roundness to it. That area of his groin beheld a gossamer appearance of fuzzy hairs that appeared to just as blond as the soft hairs on his forearms. Not pubes, but some peach fuzz. Much like the shadowy mustache that had recently shown up on my own body. With Bobby's swim briefs now gathered in a thin line around where his hips became his pelvis, his puffy nutsack rested on top of where the inner white nylon liner was exposed to view. I tenderly encircled the shaft of his erection within a ring formed by my thumb and index finger. As I touched him, Bobby's penis flexed and the lips of his bulbous tip flared. Bobby made a soft almost imperceptible gasp and I watched his head twitch slightly, but his eyes remained shut, and so I was convinced he was still sleeping. His penis felt incredibly warm and rubbery dense. In contrast to feeling so stiffy the surface of his skin felt velvetty smooth. My penis was throbbing in almost painful excitement as I found lust taking over better judgement. I pulled his penis up and away from his smooth loins, feeling the tension in his pert little boner, which I judged to be about three and a half inches from piss slit to hairless root, and feeling it give a little spastic swell. I had heard of blowjobs and I'd even fantasized whilst giving myself my morning boner-twitchy about giving Bobby one. I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I might never have another one. Consequences of what might happen weren't even in the picture as my hornier-than-hell twelve year old boy lust clouded all reason. I leaned down, centering my face above Bobby's hairless crotch, breathing in the delicious potpouri of his boyish smells, a combination of coppertone suntan lotion and the ripe peachy musky of his hairless, dawning puberty. My tongue darted out from my lips and swathed over Bobby's swollen tender dickhead. I heard Bobby moan and his pubic mound arched up ever so slightly. My lips pressed down onto his swollen head, feeling the spongey denseness of it and quickly slid down his abbreviated little more than three inches. My tongue danced over the surface of his hard little dick, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it, probably the result of it having sweated within the cloyish nylon liner of his speedos. Bobby began to breath in more audible breaths. At one point, I heard him say, "Oh suck me, Jack!" and knew he was no longer sleeping. Hearing his words, which came out sounding anxious and almost pleading, was a relief for me as I now knew Bobby wanted to be sucked as much as I wanted to suck him. His hips squirmed and his legs spread out, the muscles in his tummy and in his thighs tensing and relaxing at intervals. I would glide my lips up and down the shaft and then settle on his cherry-sized helmet, swirling and twirling the slippery tip of my tongue over the velvetty surface of his drum tight skin there. His breaths would catch in his throat and he'd let out a little whimper of pleasure. Occasionally it must have felt overwhelming to him, and he'd mutter, 'no, ooooh please.' but then take in a breath and let it out with an extended 'yesssssss'. His hips were becoming more kinetic and I became aware that Bobby was beginning to make rocking movements, slowly and gently fucking my mouth with his lil boy joystick. His breaths becoming more ragged and out of rhythm, I noticed the dimples at the side of his tummy becoming more visible as his body became more and more tense. "Oh, feels like I'm inside girl!" Bobby announced rapidly and I felt his little pelvis begin to piston up and down frantically. I now kept my head locked in place and looked as far to my left as possible so as to see Bobby's face. His head was now curled up from the sleeping bag and he looked down at me with a look that, had i not known he was experiencing sheer pleasure, would have been a look of fear. In retrospect, I now know it was because he was feeling things he'd never felt in his body before and it was overwhelming for him. Bobby's pantish breaths became tinged with a frantic quality and he looked absolutely helpless to stop his now pistoning fast fucking of my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his hands coming out and pushing down on the back of my head. He pummelled into my mouth so hard that his hairless and now sweaty pubic mound made wet slapping sounds as it hit the perimeter of my mouth. His final throes lasted a good thirty seconds and just when I was about to try to pull my head away his groin made one final upward lurch, locking in shivering place and Bobby let out a surprised sounding high pitched yelp as I felt his tender twelve year old cocklette literally dance in quivering jolts against my tongue. UNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!!!!! came his boyish cum grunt as my mouth felt a hard squirt of his spermless boy semen splash against the roof of my mouth. UUUUUNGH, JACK!!!!! He grunted again as I felt another burst and then another one accompanied with a helpless sounding cum whimper. After his three bursts of sperm he whimpered like a puppy, sounding as if he'd just been nipped by its mother. His dick dancing in spastic stiff jerks that lasted for 30 seconds more before he collapsed down onto the sleeping bag. As he collapsed, I found my own need to get off suddenly overtaking me. I quickly descended his speedos down to his ankles and told him to spread his knees. "Please, Bobby, let me pump you!" I pulled my own speedos down to mid-thigh and laid on top of him, hornily grinding against him. feeling his wet slippery penis, a combination of my spit and what I would later find out to be his first ejaculation, creating a delightful slippery lubrication. I pumped frantically, focusing on the itchy tingling in my penis and deep inside my groin. I felt muscles tethered at the base of my penis that spread up inside my groin towards my tummy twisting and cording tightly. MMmmph Bobby MMMMpph Bobby I moaned and whimpered as my slender hips bucked helplessly. Suddenly I felt my balls tingling and tugging up tightly, feeling as though they could pull up into my shaft and spit out the top of my dick and I yelped CAN'T HOLD IT!!!!!!! For the first time in my life, just like my best friend, I felt the stinging heat of my immature semen jolting up through my spasming urethra, splattering clear watery squirts of my twelve year old spunk onto my best friends tummy. Afterwards, we lay next to each other, feeling each other up, our little speedos still wrapped around our legs, breathlessly examining one anothers hard slippery boy penises until Bobby asked if he could give me a blow job. But, I'll save that for another time. Hope you enjoyed this and will comment back to me if you did at ftl_s1214@hotmail.com