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Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 16:12:44 -0600
From: Jeff Moses <chainedcoot@gmail.com>
Subject: Bobby Fulton

This is a fictional story involving underage boys(who don't resemble any
real people anywhere) having sex.  If this is offensive to you or illegal
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Bobby Fulton

Bobby Fulton's a fag!  No, Steve, I'm serious.  He's queer!  Last summer,
Bobby and me were at summer camp together, and I was in the craft workshop
and I had to take a piss, so I went to the bathroom.  And the bathroom
that's by the craft workshop is the same one our cabin uses, okay?  So I go
in and there's Bobby with his head in Counselor Doug's crotch, and
Counselor Doug sees me come in and pulls away and turns around but I can
still see him in the mirror, right?  And his dick's hard and he's stuffing
it into his shorts, and Bobby sort of crawls and stumbles into the stall
and shuts the door, and Counselor Doug walks over to me and says, "What are
you doing here?"

"I gotta take a piss, okay?"  And Counselor Doug's got this weird look on
his face, kinda scary almost, so I say, "I didn't see nothing, Counselor
Doug."

"Damn right you didn't, man.  Get it?  You didn't see a thing!"

So I say okay and go over to the trough to piss, and I can like, feel
Counselor Doug behind me, so I say "I can't piss with you looking at me,
man."  And I hear him walk out and slam the door.  So I piss, and I say,
"Bobby, c'mon out.  I know you're in there."

And he comes out and kind of looks at me, and says "Don't tell on Counselor
Doug.  He's cool."  Now, that's true.  He's one of the cool counselors, not
one of the ones who's all over you for breaking the rules and stuff.  Then
Bobby says, "I'll do you if you promise to keep your mouth shut."  And my
dick's still out of my pants and I turn around and he comes right over and
kneels in front of me and starts giving me a blow job!

It feels real good, but I don't want the same thing to happen to me as
happened to Counselor Doug, so then I grabbed his head and just shot, you
know?  And I tell him to get the fuck out, and then I count to fifty and
wash my hands and then I come out.  But I know what I know, and every time
after that I look at Bobby he blushes.  Seriously, he turns red as a stop
sign any time he sees me looking at him.  So a couple days later we're
alone and I make him blow me again, and take his time and do it right, you
know? And even now, any time I get horny, I can make him blow me.  No, I
swear!  I bet if I told him to do it, he'd blow you, too.  You'll see.

***

So we go find Bobby, and I tell him to do Steve like he does me, and he
starts to say no, but I look at him like he better, or else, so he does it.
And Eddie, you shoulda seen Steve.  He says he ain't a virgin, but I bet
you anything he's never had a blow job, before.  Okay, I gotta--you tell
anyone this and I'll break your face, get it, Ed?  I gotta admit I ain't
fucked a girl yet, but I'm pretty damn sure it don't feel like one of
Bobby's blow jobs!  You ever fucked a girl?  You swear?  Okay, so how about
I get Bobby to blow you and you tell me how it feels.  I mean, compared to
girls.

So Ed Gorton's old man has a workshop in this shed behind the garage, and
we're there--me and Ed and Steve and Roger, and Bobby.  And the thing is,
Ed's folks are divorced so nobody uses the workshop 'cept Ed, now.  So
we're all there, and we sort of stand around Bobby and pull our cocks out
and make him blow us, every one of us.  And the good thing is, it's private
and there's nobody to chase us out of the workshop so we can take our time,
you know?

So we all hang out together during the summer anyway, and every few days we
go to the workshop and Bobby does his thing, only by August it's hot as
hell in the workshop so Bobby takes his clothes off, which makes it hotter
and we're pretty much all naked pretty soon and then Roger says, "Shit, if
we're all naked, how can we tell who's the faggot?"  But he's already got
an answer, 'cause he's got a dog collar.  He's got a dog, and I guess it
was an extra one, or something, and Roger puts it around Bobby's neck, and
from then on, whenever we're in the shed with Bobby, he wears the fucking
collar.  And Ed tells us no girl feels like that and we all agree, so I
know it's true.  I mean, all those guys can't be virgins, right?

So then we start talking about why it's different and maybe it's 'cause
we're not fucking him like a girl, like lying on her and shoving a cock
into her.  So then Roger says we could fuck Bobby's asshole, which sounds
gross, but we all got to thinking about it over the next week or so, and
Roger brings some grease and makes Bobby lie down on the workbench and
Roger gets on top of him.  But he can't get his cock in, and he winds up
fucking Bobby between his cheeks, but Roger says it's even hotter than a
blow job, and we can tell it is 'cause there's come all over Bobby's
back. So Steve tries it and he says it's hot, but by the time he comes
Bobby's back is a mess so me and Ed back off and just get blow jobs, but
you can bet we're gonna do it next time.

So I kinda look around at some dirty pictures, and I see this guy fucking a
woman's butt, and she's bent over a table.  She's really skanky, but that's
not the point.  The next time we're in the workshop, I tell Bobby to do
that, to bend over the workbench and spread his legs, and I smear some of
Roger's grease on my dick and get it hard, and grab Bobby's cheeks so I can
see the asshole and in I go, and I gotta tell you, I mean you gotta work at
it, you can't just stand there like when Bobby blows you, you gotta shove
it in and out but man, you get going and it's fucking hot.  And you come
inside, instead of on his back, so you don't get any on yourself.  Oh, and
this is weird.  Like after I come, I'm thinking I'm gonna have a cockfull
of shit, but it comes out clean.  I mean it's greasy, but there's no shit
at all!  So I tell Ed he's gotta try it, and he does, and man, can Ed fuck.
I mean, I thought he was gonna knock the bench over.

But Steve says he still likes blow jobs, so Bobby gives him one, and he
comes again.  'Course he didn't actually get into Bobby's hole, so he
doesn't know yet, you know?  Or Roger.  So I'm one up on those guys!  Well,
me and Ed.

Pretty soon, we figure out if we put a box on the floor by the bench, a guy
can stand on that and Bobby's getting his asshole and his mouth fucked at
the same fucking time!  So it's like I'm fucking his asshole and watching
Ed fuck his mouth and sweat's rolling down his chest and his abs--Ed works
out a lot--and Roger and Steve are standing there jacking off onto his
back!  I swear, I don't think I ever been that turned on.  And then
Roger--that guy's got some weird stuff going on, I think--Roger says we
could tie Bobby to the workbench, which we do, which is kinda hot, but it's
not like Bobby's trying to get away or anything.

From then on, we always tie Bobby up.  Sometimes we tie his arms to the
workbench, so he's sitting on the box with his arms spread out and we fuck
his face.  Or we tie his wrists to his ankles so he has to kneel on the
floor and we fuck his ass.  Sometimes we just tie him to the workbench on
his back and shoot all over him, especially his face.  We have these
contests to see who's gonna shoot first, or the most, or the farthest,
stuff like that, and sometimes it's like we spend the whole afternoon
there, just messing around and fucking Bobby.

Okay I gotta admit it, sometimes it gets a little rough, like the time we
all took turns spanking him, but Bobby just keeps taking it all, you know,
almost like he likes it.  I don't know if I could hang in there like Bobby.
Hell, I know I couldn't hang in there like Bobby.  He's tough, I gotta
admit.  I'd probably break those ropes like spaghetti!

So one day after everyone leaves and Bobby and me are the last guys in the
workshop--I always bring Bobby, like I'm his keeper, or something--and I'm
getting dressed and he's just sort of lying there on the bench and then he
gets up and turns around and he's got this hard-on, I mean I never saw a
dick like that.  It's fucking huge!  And he's standing there looking at me
with this kinda dreamy look on his face and all of a sudden he slams me
into the wall and his eyes are...I don't know how to explain it, but his
eyes are fucking scary, or not scary exactly, but something else, and he's
got all his weight on me and he says "kneel down," just whispers it you
know, doesn't shout or anything and then he grabs my hair and pulls me down
and I'm kneeling in front of this cock but my back's against the wall and
he's pressing it into my face, so I start to say "Bobby" but as soon as I
open my mouth he pushes it in but it's so big it's like a beer can or
something and I can't get my mouth around it so he pulls it back and slugs
me with it, just slaps that big fucking cock back and forth against my face
and then he sort of aims it at my mouth and shoots, like, forever.
Nobody's got that much come in them!  And when it hits my face, it hits
hard.  Not as hard as the slaps, but I can feel every shot hit, like a
spitball, or something.  And I'm just kneeling there with his come dripping
off me wondering why the hell I let him do that, and I'm watching him get
dressed, and he turns around and he's got the collar in his hand and he
says, "Ready to go?"