5 comments/ 58778 views/ 13 favorites Bobby By: jakladd Boston with its many old neighborhoods is as varied as its people. In the older seedier parts of town many people live and carry on in a world much different from the clinically clean and proper suburbs. On some streets there are rows and rows of the monotonous dark brick two, three, five or six story apartment buildings many exactly like the one next to it and just like the ones across the street. Other streets, while somewhat rundown, have a funky array of different buildings each one a different color, a different shape, a different state of cleanliness or disrepair. Long a haven for hippies and the poor, the brothers and many ethnic groups, it is in this area that young, hip people like Peter and Yvette live. Perhaps just 21, and they have little money but they dig life and are a younger generation of hippies, loving music and turning on to the same things as people a generation ago did. Their brick apartment on the 3rd floor of one such funky run down apartment affords them cheap enough rent and a hip place in the city. Music is their life and they love the live music scene and the more famous “jam” bands that come to town. Yvette is a svelte, dark haired beauty reflecting her French heritage. Eyes of crystal blue with dark long lashes and a tiny nose frame her lovely face. She loves peasant dresses and rarely wears a bra, her skin is soft white and her tiny breasts show enticingly at times through the flimsy tops and dresses she wears. When she wears a pair of worn jeans and a nearly see-through top she turns heads with her “Rock Goddess” looks. Her boyfriend, Peter, is several inches higher at nearly 5’6”, with boyish good looks worthy of an Abercombie & Finch poster and a moppy head of straight sandy brown hair and is blue eyed too, but eyes of blustery blue that belie his high-spirited nature. He too is a new age hippie and in his faded shirts, hemp necklaces and beaded bracelets he is a perfect compliment to Yves’s flower child appearance. Peter is a jokester, outgoing and a blast to be around. At a concert one night with the ganja flowing and everyone grooving, a longhaired boy was next to Yvette and Peter passing a joint back and forth. From behind Peter thought this boy looked like it might be a girl with the long straight dark hair and lithe boyish frame with a small, yet almost feminine appearance. Yvette had the same impression and seeing his gentle face, saw that he was a boy, but he had mysterious, quiet quality about him that led you to be very attracted to him, especially as you were questioning his sexuality. Both Peter and Yvette were drawn into this boy’s aura and with a magical concert that night. They seemed to hit it off as they trooped out of the arena after the last obligatory encore ended. They were all a buzz from the show and the partying and were all walking the same direction as they left. The accolades for the show was the main topic of conversation and Yvette and Peter were glad to share the experience of this great show with another new age hippie like themselves. The conversation turned to some more partying and Bobby was invited to their apartment as they all took the subway back home. Once there, beers and some more ganja flowed and tunes from the band they saw that evening were on the stereo. While Peter was boisterous and funny, drumming up a good time as usual, Yvette was classy, sexy and very intelligent to be around, it was Bobby’s mysterious quiet nature and dark, piercing eyes that had the two of them spellbound. He spoke softly and eloquently, but not often and he was extremely serene and polite. As the CD ended Bobby spied a guitar in the corner. “You play,” he asked? “I wish,” replied Peter. Yes, like many music lovers they wish they could play and give it a try, only to have the instrument gather dust in a corner or closet. “Mind if I do” Bobby asked politely. “Sure, knock yourself out,” said Peter. Bobby went and picked up the guitar and brought it back to the couch. He played a few chords on the long forgotten instrument and the out of tune notes rang in the air. After patiently tuning the guitar, Bobby strummed a few notes that showed he could play. “Cool” Yvette and Peter said in unison, “play us something”. Bobby smiled with reserve and was thinking about what to play, he was very shy but he loved playing the guitar. He didn’t have a lot of friends; music and the guitar were his main companions. “OK, here’s one,” said Bobby as he quieted himself to play. He intently played an unfamiliar classical melody that rang softly and intensely through the room in the tranquility of the late evening. It was a simple, yet enchanting song, that was not too long and it ended sweetly with an air of sadness. “Wow,” remarked Peter “did you write that”? “No” remarked Bobby “its called ‘Lagrima’ by Tarrega, it means ‘tears’ in Spanish”. How appropriate of a song to give Yvette & Peter an indication of Bobby’s inner mystery and soul. “Play,” intoned Yvette “we’d love to hear more”. Bobby played one of his songs; he called it a rock song that sounded good on acoustic guitar as well. His voice was soft and frail but fraught with emotion and sadness. The song ended with the two just enthralled with Bobby’s playing and before they had a chance to clap or say anything he started another song that rang out with intensity and brilliance, an instrumental gem that ended with the sweet ringing of harmonics on the tips of Bobby’s fingers. Peter and Yvette wowed and praised Bobby, glad to enjoy their own personal concert. Bobby returned the guitar to the corner as Yvette made her way to the bathroom. Bobby heard the bathroom door turn as Yvette was finished and headed to the john himself. Passing Yvette in the hallway, she gave him a sultry look, biting her lip and staring directly into his eyes but saying nothing. Her look said “I want to screw your brains out” and Bobby knew that. He spent a few extra minutes in the john to compose himself, not knowing exactly what to think of the situation, especially as Peter was out in the living room. “Peter, remember our little pact” Yvette whispered to Peter as Bobby was in the bathroom, “the one about a threesome”? Peter remembered. Like any horny guy, he was always bugging Yvette about a hot threesome with another girl. Yvette was not against it, but to be fair to her she set up some ground rules if the opportunity presented itself. She agreed with him that they could have a threesome providing it didn’t necessarily have to be the classic two girls and a guy threesome – it could be her and Peter and another guy -in this way fair is fair for both genders. Up until now neither scenario had presented itself. The three young people were all quite lit and charged by the music and Peter and Yvette were charmed by the mysterious nature of Bobby and his alluring, if not somewhat ambiguous sexuality. Yvette told Peter that she was very horny by the situation and asked if he was ready, now that the time was at hand. Peter was aroused too by the prospect and though Yvette knew next to nothing about it, he had passionate bisexual feelings and even a gay tryst just before his relationship with Yvette began. Peter played it cool, trying not to act too eager, but secretly very aroused by the thought of sex with his sexy girlfriend and the striking and somewhat feminine Bobby at the same time. Inside, his loins ached to see and touch Bobby’s naked body; here was an opportunity for a “free pass” with Yvette interested too. Peter said in his joking, relaxed manner “ you’re the boss, so you have to get it started”. Yvette promised it would be all right, just to leave it to her. Presently Bobby was back in the living room unaware of the scheme being hatched. He was wondering if it was time to leave, though in his state of consciousness he was going to ask if he could stay the night on the couch, not wanting to brave the city alone at such a late hour. Yvette could sense the situation and broke the ice offering their place for the night. Bobby was relieved and perhaps a little intrigued at the same time. They talked a bit more on the couch when Yvette stated, “Boys, lets get ready for bed” as she took each of their hands and rose up off the couch. Peter knew what was in store but Bobby was a bit taken back by this and by Yvette’s tantalizing look as they passed earlier in the hall. As they approached the hallway being led by the dark haired French beauty in her peasant skirt and flimsy top, she let go of Peter’s hand and led Bobby into the bedroom with Peter eyeing Bobby’s long hair and slim figure from behind. As they entered the bedroom, Yvette stopped, turned around and took Bobby into a hot-blooded embrace kissing him madly and slipping her hands under his tee shirt. Bobby was a bit shaken by this but returned the fiery kiss with a tentative but longing kiss of his own. Peter embraced the two of them and Yvette then turned and kissed Peter, feeling both of theirs asses in each of her hands. She broke the kiss and started to take Bobby’s shirt off as Peter fumbled to remove her top. Soon Yvette’s lovely, creamy white, soft little titties were in Bobby’s hands as he grew in his arousal. Peter then began to remove his clothes as Yvette sighed with pleasure at the touch of a new pair of hands on her delightful little breasts. Peter, now naked with his handsome boyish frame, smooth and nearly hairless skin and throbbing manhood framed by wild, spry golden brown pubes was pulling down Yvette’s skirt to reveal a simple pair of lace cotton panties on her magnificent little round fem ass. Bobby dropped his hands from her breasts and felt the soft cheeks of her derrière in his still trembling hands. Yvette’s naked chest pressed against his naked chest as they kissed again with Peter’s naked bod melting into the two of them, one of his hands on each of their asses as well. It was an erotic scene in the pale lavender room with its high, old windows and thick curtains with worn braided tassels, lit by only the light coming from the bathroom down the hall and a slice of neon from across the street. The naked male form of Peter pressed against the silken haired, nearly nude pantied female form of Yvette and the longhaired image of Bobby in jeans, his naked chest pressed against her soft titties. Yvette soon reached down to unsnap Bobby’s pants, unzipping them to the hardness of his cock. Both her and Peter pulled them down and he stepped out of them to the naked touch of Yvette’s hands on his ever hardening cock and balls. The three of them stood there for a while with Yvette now stroking two hard cocks as the boys fondled her lovely ass in the lace panties and her sweet little titties. They fell in a pile onto the large unmade bed that was nothing more than springs, mattress and sheets lying on the ancient hardwood floor. Peter hungrily pulled off her panties and began to lick Yvette’s charming trimmed pussy as Yvette kissed Bobby and played with his cock. Bobby’s smooth white skin was almost as hairless and feminine as a girl and his long hair cascaded over Yvette’s naked body. Bobby’s cock was hard and he couldn’t help but to break their kiss and slowly rub his splendid cock over Yvette’s velvety breasts. He shook with a tingle as the small perky nipples and supple titties played a havoc of sensation on his hard cock and balls. Peter mouth gave way from his luscious female treat and rose up to see the tittie fucking that Yvette was receiving. He placed a hand over Yvette’s bare breast that didn’t have Bobby’s cock on it and rubbed gently as Yvette tugged on Peter’s cock and caressed Bobby’s little round ass. Peter then placed both his hands over Yvette’s titties and rubbed them both softly, one of the breasts naked and one of them with Bobby’s cock on it. He figured it wouldn’t look too gay to touch Bobby’s cock if he were rubbing it into Yvette’s excited tit. The reaction was one of utter amazement and joy from both Bobby and from Yvette who whimpered with gladness, gasping in a trembling sexual shudder. Peter’s touches on Bobby’s cock almost made him ejaculate his pent up stimulation over Peter’s hand and Yvette’s astonishing breast. Rather, he wanted to get in to Yvette’s pussy, as it had been some time since he had been laid. He pulled off her breast and guided his cock into Yvette’s moist and longing opening. Peter was still fondling Yvette’s chest and Bobby plunged his cock in & out of her moist tight hole. Yvette continued to jack on Peter’s cock as Bobby fucked her in steady pulsating thrusts. Peter still had a hand on Yvette’s tittie but took the liberty to touch Bobby’s fine little ass, again thinking it would not appear too gay, as he was helping the cause and lost in the excitement and delight of the moment. Yvette was beside herself and was cumming in waves from the erotic newness of two sexual partners at once. Peter’s fondling of Bobby’s ass was starting to send him and when Peter slipped a finger into the rosebud of his asshole he began to shake and spew his cum uncontrollably into Yvette. This whole erotic scene and stroking Bobby’s ass and fingering it sent Peter off into a fit of climax as Yvette continued to jack off his attractively boyish, but hard and well formed, cock. A stream of cum blasted out, ejaculating all over Bobby and Yvette and dripping everywhere. Cum dripped from Bobby’s back, hair and over Yvette’s titties and coated her fingers and the warm creamy jizz dripped down Peter’s cock to his balls and coated his pubes. What a threesome! Both Yvette and Peter had no idea that this male/male/female threesome would be so sensual, so erotic, so damn fucking hot as Peter, still kneeling, gasped in sexual exhaustion and release, Yvette still slowly jacking on his cock. Yvette lay there in utter satisfaction with this charming boy still inside her and was satiated by the newness of this exceptional sexual experience. Finally they all collapsed on the bed, kissing each other affectionately and continuing to pet each other’s bodies in the faintly lit room, not wanting to cut short the sensation that was happening. Finally the toll of the evening and the vigor of the lovemaking pushed them all into idyllic slumber, the three naked forms huddled under the sheets with a boy on each side of the stunning Yvette. The morning came too soon and Yvette was lucky enough to rouse herself up in time to get to work, taking care not to wake the sleeping lovers in her bed. As she quietly closed the door and left, the sound awakened a very groggy, but also a very horny Peter. Last night’s sexual episode was as exciting as he ever imagined. Like any guy the thought of a lesbian coupling in his bed was his ultimate fantasy. But to have a forbidden bisexual ménage a trois of two guys sexually involved with each other and a girl is crossing the boundary, but impossibly stimulating. Peter returned from the bathroom to find Bobby still sleeping, but perhaps stirring. It didn’t seem strange to be getting back into his own bed with a naked boy beside him. He looked intently at the naked chest of Bobby, his little nipples showing on his bare, flat, smooth, hairless chest. The long hair cascaded over the sheets and the sight strangely aroused Peter. He reached over and began to touch Bobby’s nipples and chest, unafraid of any consequences. Bobby awoke and smiled, not knowing exactly what to think, but flattered by the contact and he grew hard with Peter’s touch. He had to go and got up and told Peter he’d be right back. Peter waited anxiously as Bobby used the bathroom, his cock still hardened by the contact with the teenage boy and anticipating what was about to transpire. A naked Bobby reappeared to the bedside with a half hard cock as Peter sat up to receive him. Bobby got into bed next to Peter and as they stared a bit into each other’s eyes and lightly touched each other they melted into a kiss, pressing their hardening cocks into each other’s bodies. The kiss became heated and they groped their hands over the male form in bed next to them. The kissing then became a ravenous nuzzling of each other’s necks and chests. Soon Peter had his face sniffing Bobby’s tender young armpits in wild canine abandon. Peter reached for Bobby’s cock and stroked it, feeling his hardness and tightening balls. Bobby’s hands likewise found Peter’s cock and they stroked each other as they kissed again. Peter broke the kiss and then licked Bobby’s tiny nipples sucking for a while on each one before traveling down to nuzzle his face in Bobby’s cock. He licked and smacked on it before slipping it almost all the way into his warm wet mouth, quivering a moan from Bobby. Bobby’s smooth, boyish naked form on the bed looked so perfect with the nude and slightly bigger Peter with his head over Bobby’s mid section plunging up and down on Bobby’s penis. Bobby stopped Peter for a moment so he could reciprocate, his mouth longing for Peter’s cock as well. The two were soon in an erotic gay sixty-nine, pleasuring each other’s cocks with their mouths and feeling each other’s bodies and asses with their hands. Peter’s penis was slightly larger than that of the longhaired boy he was sucking, but Bobby’s penis was still a perfectly formed one with a delightful head. They continued their adoring 69, devotedly tasting another’s cock and relishing its texture and feeling in their mouths. Before long the eroticism of sucking off another guy was too much for Peter and he began to uncontrollably gush his rich creamy cum into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby was so engrossed by the feeling of Peter’s mouth on his sensitive cock that he hesitated not a bit sucking down the milky sperm being released into his mouth as he too began to cum in Peter’s mouth. Both boys were finishing this twin blowjob with long powerful sucks, delighting the flavor of cock and cum and being pushed on by the pleasurable sensation of cumming so tremendously in such an erotic, forbidden, gay manner in the other one’s mouth. Exasperated, the two fell on to their backs in spent sexual release and a foggy pondering of what had just happened. After a few minutes of rest, Peter caressed Bobby’s softening cock as Bobby did the same to Peter’s cock. Slightly embarrassed but still very sated by the impassioned sex, the two jumped into the shower together. It was an old wrought iron footed Victorian tub with a shower rigged to it and the boys soaped each other up and showered away a night of partying and sex. There was a bit of awkward post sex fumbling, but the two handled it rather well, having coffee on the couch listening to music. Bobby told Peter about his life, how an uncaring, distant and drunken father raised him and that he never had a mother, least not that he could remember. He hated living with his dad and longed to get out and look for a job now that he was out of school. Peter offered that there was an apartment in this building that someone was offering a room for cheap, to share the rent. He was upfront about it saying that it might be awkward that since we all slept together and especially clumsy that the two of them just got it on, but if it was all right with Yvette, Bobby was welcome to stay with them till he could get a room of his own. Bobby was more than appreciative and asked if he could go get some of his stuff. Peter said that he would talk it over with Yvette when she got home from work and to call them later on. The thought of getting away from his father was much greater than Bobby’s trepidation about being in the same apartment with a couple where the sexual lines were now blurred. Besides, he had to admit to himself that the sex that he both last night with the two of them and this morning with Peter were among if not the most stimulating sex acts that he had ever experienced. Yvette answered when he called and assured Bobby that it was quite acceptable for him to stay there. Before Bobby returned to their apartment, Yvette and Peter briefly discussed how magically the evening was last night, with Yvette coyly saying, “I think you enjoyed it as much or more than I did, guess we don’t have to do a girl girl threesome now” with a grin and a pinch on his buttocks. Bobby A dinky, cluttered study full of boxes and junk was cleared enough for a little space for Bobby to throw a sleeping bag; one night of sex does not gain access to the master bed after all. Bobby was happy though to be finally out on his own. With his guitar and what few belongings he did have he was certain his life would be better. That evening was spent quietly; the only real endeavor was a trip to the local coffee house. The next day was Yvette’s day off with Peter going to work. Bobby was out for a while trying to find worthwhile employment, returning in the early afternoon with Yvette reading in the living room. Bobby was an avid reader too, it helped him escape from the drudgery of living with his father, and with few friends his intelligence soared for all the knowledge he garnered from reading. Yvette and Bobby chatted for a bit getting to know each other a little better. Then without any real lead in Yvette asked, “Bobby, are you gay”? “I don’t know” Bobby responded honestly and calmly for such a pointed question. Yvette continued “I saw you and Peter making love yesterday morning”. Bobby was a little shocked and did think that he might have heard something as he and Peter were in the midst of their encounter. However he was very calm and unmoved as was his nature as Yvette related “I had left my billfold on the table and was all the way to the station when I realized it. I couldn’t very well get to work without money so I had to return home. I was trying to be quiet and not wake you two, but I could not help but notice what was happening by the sounds coming from the bedroom, and I peeked in. It was very erotic, but I don’t know how to take it, quite honestly, though I suppose I must share some of the blame for starting it all last night”. Bobby pondered the situation. He was really at loss for words, what do you say when someone asks you a question like that especially when you are found in bed with her man? He mulled over the question. Was he gay? In the sense that he didn’t act gay, talk gay, actively seek only homosexual contacts and didn’t really relate to the gay lifestyle, then no he was not really gay. In the sense that males with distant, dysfunctional, emotionless, absent or abusive fathers tend to have a greater propensity of seeking sex with other males, then the scale would tip towards gayness, especially with Bobby’s ambiguous gender image, boyish almost girlish features and long hair and lithe build. He thought back about some incidents in his life. Gay guys and in some cases straight guys came on to him frequently, though he was fairly good at fending them off. There was an episode at a party a few years back that popped into his mind. An older good looking blonde guy of about 23 was partying with him and some girls at someone’s old house in the Borough. The blonde guy invited Bobby upstairs to get high, not just pot and Jack Daniels that was flowing down stairs, but some coke that he didn’t want to have to share with the others. They ended up in a quaint old bedroom with a low ceiling on the fourth floor away from everyone. They sat alone on the bed and did a few rails of the cocaine. Bobby was extremely high and the older guy knew it and told him how pretty he looked, placing his hand on Bobby’s. He picked it up and placed it over his crotch and started rubbing himself with Bobby’s hand. The older guy peeled off his tank top and unzipped his pants, standing up and letting them fall to the floor as he stood there naked and putting Bobby’ hand back on his large cock. Bobby stroked it out of fear and intoxication as the blonde guy leaned forward and pushed his cock into Bobby’s face. Bobby opened up his mouth to accept the inevitable and began to suck the large thing as best he could. The blonde guy was actually a very good looking, well defined, slim, masculine guy with a great bod that girls swooned over. He was not the most kind or tactful person however, and had his way with his cock in Bobby’s mouth, eventually spurting a great quantity of cum in Bobby’s mouth as he held him there forcing him to take most of it with the rest dribbling out. This forceful sex act was not entirely pleasant to Bobby and further complicating this was that despite the lack of consent, it was an arousing situation that gave Bobby a big hard-on as he sucked this fellow’s cock. The fellow knew Bobby was a quite out of it, especially after the coke, and in a moment of false compassion he told Bobby to get in to bed, that he was not going anywhere in his condition, nor did Bobby want to go anywhere after the humiliation of what had transpired. Bobby got into bed as the guy tucked him in and told him not to leave. Bobby’s head was spinning after the blonde guy left the room to rejoin the party. His cock was throbbing, despite the confusion the cock sucking he just performed left in his head. He took off his remaining clothes and masturbated himself to a climax before passing out. Later that evening he woke up to find the blonde guy jacking him off and fingering his hole with a well-lubed finger. This was a prelude to Bobby being fucked like a fem girl by the guy and being introduced to gay sex in a way of not his own choosing. The guy pushed his throbbing boner in and out of Bobby’s tight hole before squirting his sticky cum up Bobby’s chute. Though he was not fond of this situation he came again as the guy jacked off Bobby’s cock after he had finished fucking him. Luckily Bobby escaped in the early morning with the guy well passed out. “I’m sorry, Yvette” was all Bobby could muster in his sincerity and gratefulness to be released from the numbing household of his father. “Don’t be sorry, Bobby, like I said it was probably partly my fault that it happened. I don’t really understand it, though I heard a fragment about Peter before we got together that leads me to think he has an equal part in it”. “Even before we ended up in bed we had a great time last night and think that you are a wonderful and talented person,” she continued. “Don’t be mad if I tell you this, but you really are very pretty for a boy”. Bobby had heard this a lot and only a few times did he ever enjoy it. He thought back to another incident with a rather gay guy that he let pick him up and the two of them had a few days of consensual sex that was actually enjoyable for Bobby and was quite tender and loving, something Bobby really needed. This gay guy was a bit kinky and fem with a penchant toward cross-dressing. Though Bobby didn’t really understand it, he enjoyed it immensely when this gay fellow dressed him in panties and stockings along with makeup and perfume. Their lovemaking was spectacular with many extraordinary cum blasts on frilly panties and stockings and all over each other into their fem asses and mouth’s. Other than a really cool, horny girlfriend that he had for a while, his gay weekend with this fem guy was his best memory of sex until the last few days with Yvette and Peter. “If that’s how you see me, then I suppose you would like to bathe me and dress me up”? Bobby blurted out. It was his come back to a sometimes-annoying statement about his feminine looks but also a subconscious longing to return to an exciting part of his sexuality. And who better to indulge his fem undercurrents that Yvette, the most feminine and beautiful of girls he had yet to be with. “Would you like me too”? Yvette asked Bobby nodded demurely. “Here, have a glass of wine and I’ll draw the bath Bobby”. Yvette was enticed by this strange sexual prospect. She had never told Peter, but she had a bisexual experience with a girl in Catholic school when she was 16. Yvette was always very alluring and sought after by men; as early as 14 she was dating older boys, with her having a much older lover, a man over thirty, when she was 17. Peter was one of the few lovers that was relatively the same age. She had a tryst with the girl who was 17 at the time, in the class one year ahead of Yvette. It began when she was at the girl’s house trying on new clothes. Cathy was a slender light haired brunette who continually praised Yvette on her stunning good looks, always telling her how attractive she was. They were trying on blouses when Cathy offered to “help” with her bra. “Here try this one on” she said as she gave Yvette a silky lace demi-bra. Yvette exposed her lovely breasts and Cathy was putting on the bra, “adjusting” and admiring Yvette’s feminine beauty when her hands found Yvette’s young, sensitive titties. She kneaded the supple breasts in her hands and the bra fell to the floor before it could be snapped into place. Soon Cathy exposed her own breasts, pressing them into Yvette’s. An innocent lesbian kiss followed and soon Cathy’s hands were traveling around Yvette’s exquisite little ass, peeling off her skirt. They melted, trembling, into each other and were tenderly kissing and exploring each other’s feminine bodies on the bed. Yvette had masturbated herself before this time but the soothing touch of Cathy’s hand on her pussy drove her to untamed heights. With Cathy’s fingers on her clit and her other hand on her breasts and kissing her, Yvette melted into a sublime sexual trance. Slowly Cathy raised Yvette’s hips to remove her panties. Cathy slid to the floor and with Yvette’s feet on the floor and her back lying on the bed, gently spread her legs. A graceful cat-like tongue then probed Yvette’s sweet little slit and Cathy’s charming face made love to Yvette’s pussy, cascading her into sheets of previously undiscovered orgasmic bliss. Cathy’s hungry tongue lapped lovingly at this feminine prize till Yvette could take no more. A trembling Yvette received Cathy’s divine tongue to her mouth tasting her own feminine aroma as she still shook from the tremendous climax. She then returned the favor, bringing an amply stimulated Cathy to a quick shaking orgasm with a few thrusts of her fingers on Cathy’s panty covered pussy. Yvette discovered the true nature of her sexual being that day and though she was very discriminate and selective with her lovers, whoever was lucky enough to pass into her sexual threshold, they were blessed with unimaginable carnal pleasure. As the old footed tub was filling with warm water and bubbles, Yvette returned to Bobby to take a few tokes of the weed to enhance the coming journey. At 3 in the afternoon, Peter would not be home till after 7 so the erotic bath could proceed at a leisurely pace. Candles and incense were burning in the old bathroom and Yvette led Bobby by the hand down the hall. Yvette was absorbed by what was happening. Peter and her were infatuated with each other and engaged in devoted lovemaking almost at will. She didn’t need anyone else she surmised, but then why was she engaging in this unexpected little pursuit with Bobby. Her thoughts turned to what she saw when the two boys were naked and mouthing each other. She had been attracted to Bobby’s charming, mysterious sexuality out of being high and loving the way he played the guitar. His playing made her horny, but she did not know why. But what of Peter? You don’t engage in sex with another boy if you do not have some level of bisexual feelings. An offhand remark from a girlfriend about him sometime ago made her realize that Peter must have a greater degree of bisexuality than she realized for him to engage in sex with Bobby. The rumor by Peter’s old roommate was that Peter had perhaps spent the night at the apartment of a gay neighbor. “Get in and relax. I will change clothes and be back in a minute,” Yvette said with a smile. Yvette returned with towels and a robe; she was wearing a robe herself. Bobby had tied his hair up and slipped into the warm, scented, sudsy bath. She bathed him delicately and in a leisurely manner. She lifted a leg and with her razor carefully shaved legs that were relatively free of hair anyway. He sat up in the bath enjoying the pampering as she lifted his arms and gently removed the little tufts of hair. She had him stand to continue her task and while the warm water had softened his hardness as he stood with his balls being shaved the firmness returned. She slipped his hardness into her mouth for a few tender sucks. It was then time to get out and Yvette toweled off Bobby in careful pats, put him in a robe and led him to the bedroom. She powdered and perfumed him, pampering him in feminine indulgence. On this late afternoon in early October, the rays of the falling sun deepened the lavender hues of the bedroom casting a warm blush about the two feminine forms. Bobby was transfixed by the soft, smooth glow about him and patiently accepted the attention bestowed upon him as Yvette applied an accent of makeup. Soft eyeliner, shadow and a kiss of pale pink lipstick turned Bobby into a sultry creature. “Take off your robe, Bobby” Yvette whispered as she rummaged through her lingerie drawer. Except for her many enchanting panties, she wore lingerie rarely, but still had some nice items acquired over the years. She pulled out some bright white stockings and a tiny lace garter belt and satin panties in dusty, muted pink. Devotedly she helped Bobby with the stockings up his ever so smooth legs and placed the garter belt in place around his waist. With the charming white stockings now attached she had Bobby step into the pink panties and pulled them up his legs, patting them in place over his small ass and now excited penis. Yvette caressed his panty-clad penis stirring a soft moan from Bobby and then she removed her own robe. Her attire was nearly the same as what Bobby had on, a garter belt and stockings and silky panties. Hers were all of the purest white and she had on an elegant, tiny bra, of the same pure white and she had heels on to complete the exquisite ensemble. The heels made her slightly tower over him and she stepped into Bobby and pressed her breasts against him as they both took each other’s derrière in their hands. She kissed him nimbly and parted from him a bit as they admired each other’s loveliness. His hands rose to touch her delicately encased breasts and she intoned him to unsnap the clasp in the front. He did so and she let it fall to the floor as Bobby deftly began to knead the flawless breasts in his trembling hands. “Th..the eh er they are so beautiful” Bobby softly tried to say as their supple feminine beauty held sway in his hands and now steeled cock. He remembered them from the other night, but now they were his alone to worship. “Thank you, Bobby” Yvette whispered. “Peter calls me the “queen of France” and calls my breasts the “royal treasury”. *** It was true. From the very first moment Peter ever laid eyes on and fondled Yvette’s astonishing little titties, his rapture never waned in his lust to have them in his hands, his lips upon them (or his cock) or to simply be able to admire her naked chest. The delicate pear shaped twins were just enough size to be shapely but they were still quite smallish, yet they hung and shook with a regal shimmer, capped off with the most delicate and lovely pointy, luscious nipples. In a bra they looked like perfect fruit, nestled there, ready and ripe to be eaten. His favorite image of her was Yvette topless in a pair of ragged, faded jeans, her dark hair spilling down, framing the bareness of her upper body. It may have come from a spark of some sexy jeans ad that the power of modern media burned into his psyche, but anytime she wore those jeans he made it his quest to get any clothing from the waist up off to indulge his fantasy image, whether or not she let him succeed at this pursuit. Yvette was flattered by Peter’s infatuation about the “royal treasury”. He related to her a whimsical story about how an ancient king of France was so enamored with the queen’s divine breasts that a champagne glass was molded from them to honor their beauty. Long ago Peter he was at a wedding where champagne was being served in the short, open “coupe” champagne glass (versus the tall, narrow champagne “flute”). A bartender wryly told him the story and it didn’t register at the time, but after he started dating Yvette and he found out about her French heritage (and her delightful breasts) he became excited with the connection. He brought home a bottle of champagne one night along with two of the champagne coupes. He declared her royal lineage and insisted she remove her blouse so he could prove it by matching the glass to the breast. She thought he was being silly, but that is why she adored him, regardless if there was any truth to the tale. Yvette let Peter place the glasses on her breasts with the chill immediately hardening her nipples into pointy little morsels. A topless Yvette and a determined Peter were soon drinking champagne from the glasses. Peter took it a step further and had Yvette lean over and dip her luscious titties in the amber liquid and he promptly licked the bubbly off the tasty treats. Before long he was naked and promising to give Yvette a pearly salute from his royal cannon as he titty fucked her on the living room floor. Indeed he nearly did, but Yvette was so charged too that she insisted the “king” fire the royal cannon in the queen’s chamber and they fucked a thrashing fuck all over the floor, with the neighbors surely hearing this majestic event. *** Bobby in all his fem finery was still masculine enough to appreciate Yvette’s feminine jewels as the velvet delicacies yielded in his hands. Yvette threw her head back and sighed at the loving attention her breasts were receiving. She slid her hands down to Bobby’s panty covered ass pulling the satin-sheathed hardness in front into her own silk cover pussy. Falling to her knees she ran her hands up the back of Bobby’s legs, now smooth and soft and encased in bright white stockings. As her hands traveled along, leaving the silkiness of the stockings and passing over the bare flesh of his upper legs they came to the dusty pink panties covering his now fem derrière. Yvette heaved a quiet sigh and pressed the side of her lovely face into the hardness encased in satin as her hands moved up the back of Bobby’s legs. Her gentle touch slid in under the panties from underneath and felt the two globes of Bobby’s soft ass in each hand as she nuzzled her face into his hard panty covered cock, now sticky with pre cum. She kneaded and touched them with care, much as Bobby had done to her breasts. Yvette’s slender middle finger found Bobby’s tiny rosebud opening, almost by accident, as she groped his rear, eliciting a noticeable shudder from Bobby. Yvette pursued this course with gentle vigor, increasing Bobby’s obvious stimulation. She began to wonder if there was something innate in this region that so excited the bisexuality in boys. When she was with Peter, he turned almost wolf-like whenever she fingered his puckered behind, many times it was his hand leading her fingers to that erogenous spot to stimulate it as they made love. She then thought a little more about it and wondered. It was evident to her that bi and gay males pleasure each other with their mouths on their penises, but though she was aware of it, vaguely, she hadn’t given much thought to the other ways gays engage in sex copulating with penis in rectum. Bobby’s obvious stimulation at her fingers in his little pucker teamed with Peter’s frequent enjoyment at her touch in the same region gave her an interesting revelation. It was over a year ago and her and Peter had just moved in together. Peter in all his boyish exuberance had presented Yvette with a shapely, life like replicate of a penis and its accompanying lube. She asked what was it for, to which he replied “its for you”! “Why would I need that when I have the real thing in you” she said as she slapped him across the arm. “You could you use it when I’m away” was his smirky retort. “Well, Peter, unlike you, I can wait a few hours or days to get my satisfaction, even if you are away. Maybe we should use it on you” Yvette amusingly threatened. They wrestled over it in playful abandon, and though it was remove from the package, it ended up in the nightstand and was never brought out again, at least not when she was around. Bobby With this Yvette got an idea, released Bobby for a minute and still on her knees she rummaged though the nightstand drawer, finding the phallus toy and lube. She pulled Bobby’s panties down half way and then began to grease up the end of the dildo. Returning to Bobby’s rear, Yvette slid the cool phallus between his cheeks searching for the opening, bringing forth a shiver from Bobby. Upon finding the little rosebud she guided it slowly in, gauging the resistance and Bobby’s reaction to the phallic probe. She was not surprised when he seemed to accept it readily and even pushed against it to receive it some more. The probe was slipped in about half way and then she let it slide out, being pushed by the muscles. Bobby’s hard cock noticeably quivered and leaked more of the clear pre-cum. Yvette repeated this procedure several times, going a bit deeper each time. She let it rest in there quite a ways and took his cock back in her mouth. Bobby was not long for the world with all this incredible stimulation and the erotic feminine creature that was Bobby was breathing heavily from the masculine arousal to his hinterlands and the warm wet mouth on his cock. He started shaking with his knees buckling a bit as Yvette could sense his impending climax. The feel of cock in her mouth was delightful and Yvette loved it but was not fond of the taste of the milky sperm. She removed the cock her mouth and jacked on Bobby’s cock as it spewed an enormous amount of cum, shooting all over Yvette’s chest, titties, neck, shoulders and was dripping over her hands as she leaned back to accept the erotic shower. Yvette let go of the dildo in Bobby’s ass and was amazed at the intensity of the climax and how turned on she was by this bizarre little game. She fell back on the bed with her lovely chest awash in pearly puddles. Bobby removed the phallus and collapsed with her and stared at the mess in a far off stare. Yvette’s arousal was at its peak from this episode and she grabbed Bobby’s hand and said, “Touch me Bobby”! She guided his hand to the silky panty encased crease between her legs and rubbed a few of his fingers across her womanhood, assisting in the motion with her hand and directing it to the perfect location. Her culmination of excitement was relatively rapid and she was dizzy from the unanticipated intensity and duration of the orgasm. In the fading afternoon light with the lavender glow deepening, Yvette lay there numb from the experience and still coated on her perfect torso with the pearls of Bobby’s excitement, some in large globs of white mass others with white and clear trails running in streams down her naked chest tracing the lower curvature of her titties. She smiled a frail smile and said “I best get cleaned up” as she gave Bobby’s hand a quick squeeze and picked up the phallus and robe and went to the bathroom. The water was still in the tub, though not very warm by now. She dipped a cloth and cleaned herself, wiping the sticky mess off and smiling to herself. Yvette dipped the phallus in the soapy water and cleaned it too in long twisting strokes, again smiling to herself at such a clever and lifelike invention that she held in her hand. Bobby had dressed in jeans and a tee shirt by now and was in his room playing the guitar. Sweet notes drifted by as Yvette returned the dildo to the nightstand drawer and then removing her panties threw on a pair of faded jeans over her garter and stockings. The panties were still quite clean; it was just that the feel of the denim on her femininity was an exciting way to go upon occasion. The way it brushed against her reinforced her already stimulated state and with all the sexual tension in the apartment she was certain that Peter would be as rearing to go as he always seemed to be. Despite the thunderous orgasm through Bobby’s fingers she was even more charged up now and looked forward to having Peter home. She put on a simple thin hippie blouse and loved the feel of it on her naked breasts. Yvette told Bobby she was going to the market and she would be right back, they would have a simple dinner when Peter got home. Her intention was to stop on the way to the apartment of the fellow who had the room open and see if she could get him to let Bobby move in early. She was fond of Bobby and amused at the amorous turn of events, but she knew it would be best for all for Peter and her to be back alone together. The fellow was in and she told a short tale of Bobby’s situation, saying he was a good kid and that he would do fine once he got on his feet. She asked the favor out of sincerity. Yvette was so conscientious about other’s feelings that she would never try to use her beauty as a charm to sway and manipulate, the way it seems some of the bustier, shallower gals would do, throwing false sensuous overtones out like candy to get their way with strangers and friends alike. Her task was successful and the guy had no problem with Bobby moving in the next day. She returned from the market to find Bobby, now reading quietly with his door open. A simple meal was ready by the time Peter arrived and the three of them had a relaxing dinner, replete with wine and a little after dinner ganja. Yvette had given the news about Bobby and his new apartment at dinner so the evening was not entirely awkward, but it was bordering on it. Bobby could sense that it would be best for him to leave the two of them alone and he politely returned to his room to play the guitar again. The music from Bobby’s room rang melodious in the dwelling. As they hugged and nuzzled in the kitchen Peter’s wandering hands found Yvette’s little lingerie surprise in one of his forays under Yvette’s jeans. “What’s this?” he summoned with a hum. “Oh just a little something for my honey” she said with a soft grin. “Want a peek”? Yvette teased as she backed away and unzipped her jeans half way and flashed her enticing undergarment. Peter chased her a little way and then she fled to the bedroom. “The queen has charms no common man has rights to,” he said as he caught her. Yvette knew what sent Peter and slyly turned away and turned back around removing her blouse in the same motion. There it was, Peter’s favorite image, Yvette in a faded pair of jeans and topless, her beautiful little titties pointing out him with it all framed by her long dark hair and sweet face. ”The royal treasury is yours, m’ lord” she said with a soft voice and walked into his arms. Peter’s hands gently felt her two wonderful, round, soft, supple feminine treats as his excitement grew in his own jeans. He massaged her royal treasure; Peter’s manly touch on them made her weak and damp in the bareness inside her jeans. She wanted him too and unzipped her jeans and let him peel them down, revealing the luscious treat of the seldom seen garter belt and stockings. “My isn’t the queen fancy tonight” Peter purred as he felt her fine derrière in one hand and grazed Yvette’s moist pussy with his other. Yvette was fumbling on Peter’s zipper, as she wanted to feel his hardness in her hands as Peter was touching her femininity. “Only for you, your royal highness” she quipped. Although Bobby got to see this outfit and enjoyed her charms, she really felt that interlude was nothing and meant nothing when it came for her to be with Peter. Pete’s cock grew mightily in her hands and they kissed madly and fondled each other privates. Peter nearly fell with his pants around his ankles and his shuffling to take his shirt off. They melted onto the bed and ravaged each others aroused flesh in an adoring display of pent up affection. Peter loved Yvette’s scent and the taste of her pussy and made his way down there. Her gartered waist and stockings riled his ardor as his tongue pierced her tiny trimmed opening. Attacking it in staccato bursts and then with long powerful licks his lust for her feminine exquisiteness drove him to a madcap pace. She writhed a thunderous shiver as spontaneous waves of built up pleasure erupted another orgasmic wave. He felt her shudder and slowly removed his mouth from Yvette’s loins and began fondling anew her treasured little titties. His cock ached to feel their velvety softness and he dragged his cock over one then another of the petite little gems. Yvette caressed his taut ass and her fingers inadvertently found Peter’s little pucker. Sensing he might erupt at the stimulation, she did not care, she had already today two of the most powerful climaxes in many months and if it meant that Peter should spill another load over her prized treasures, so be it. Peter didn’t spill, but instead spread Yvette’s exquisite stocking-encased legs and slipped his throbbing cock into her warm feminine crease. Yvette truly drove Peter mad. He loved her. He adored their relationship. Her feminine charms and magnificence captivated his youthful being beyond just sex and beyond anything he had ever felt with anyone else. Her fingers returned to his little rosebud, maddening his thrusts into her. Impaling her as deep and as hard as he could go he rewarded her grip on his manhood with kisses, tongue in the ears, mad nuzzling of her neck and shoulders. Of that essence, he loved her scent. That unique scent, that when close and impassioned, it sent him to dizzying heights. It was a different scent than the divine one under her arms & that one drove him insane too. But the scent of her neck and shoulders was what fulfilled the totality of his thrill for her, the aroma of her being. These pheromones, so to speak, were the burning fuse of his impending explosion. It was that scent that filled his nostrils during this time of enchantment that completed her tender beauty and remarkable charm and their closeness of emotional togetherness. So what was it when Yvette found that spot that took all the other exhilaration that she provoked in him and magnified it? Peter had discovered the stimulation of his tiny rosebud opening almost by accident as a teenager. The sexual awakening of teenagers is intense and with Peter it was no exception. He jacked off frequently and intensely before, during and after being discovered by girls and even more so because of their stimulus of his hormones. A chance walk through an alley one day led to his finding a bag full of pornographic paperbacks that had been tossed there by some not so amused wife or mother discovering her husband’s or son’s smutty little library. Peter took these arousing raw materials into his own room and dug into their sexual content. Most were poorly written books that still excited a boy of his age. A few were much better than others and the lesbian novellas soon became his favorites, leading to many late night, early morning and mid day cum filled explosions from his furious stroking of his marvelous teenage cock as his eyes drank in the thrilling words on the pages. Some of the books dealt with anal explorations and late one night a completely naked and extremely hard Peter inserted a saliva coated middle finger into his hole between his legs. The corresponding ejaculation after a few minutes of probing his own loins with this insertion was one of such intensity and vigor that it was almost painful and he was certain that the exasperated moan he gave as he came surely had awoken the family as his stomach and chest were literally drenched in cum. He was unsure about this activity, and though it was highly gratifying he was careful not to over do it. Upon occasion, his intense sexual appetite had him regain his curiosity about stimulating this region and the same numbing orgasms followed. Boys and men are creatures of their infatuations and Peter was no different. They all have their most special nude models and pictures among all the rest in their stashes of Playboys, Book of Lingerie, Penthouse and the other mags. These are the ones that they cherish beyond any of the others, the special gals and poses in the midst of the countless others that they feel the most fascination and excitement about. It is the same with the tales of sex in the written word; there are stories that pique their attraction above than the rest. Amid the pornographic books Peter had stumbled upon was an actually well put together compilation of short stories. One of these stories piqued Peter’s interest almost as much as the lesbian novellas. It was a story of a young couple on a tropical vacation. The two had a chance encounter with a handsome stranger and the three of them ended up in their little cabin. The tipsy, sexy wife strutted her stuff and removed her skimpy bikini top for the two men and produced a torrent of excitement from them. Before long it was a flurry of naked flesh on the bed as the two men fondled and kissed her as she returned their enthusiasm. As the story went she playfully rubbed their cocks together and soon they were jacking each other off with her encouragement. The stranger’s mouth found the husband’s penis and an exciting bisexual threesome spilled out page after page with the two men eventually sneaking off alone together to explore man-to-man carnal pleasure. A captivating finale with a bi foursome of the two men and their two women excited Peter immensely. There were as well in some of the paperbacks a few gay books. He did not read these as intently as the other stories. In a certain manner while they excited him, they scared him too so he stayed away from them as much as possible, after all he felt he had the capability to experience bisexual pleasure, but he was not gay. It was in a few of the stories, both straight and in the bi and gay ones that he discovered the anal exploration he practiced on himself with his finger. After Peter had brought home the dildo that one day for Yvette, it sat unused for fairly a long time. It was when Yvette was away on a family visit for a few days that his curiosity led him to bring it out. Alone and totally naked on the bed, he jacked on his handsome boyish cock with the company of a few of his hidden girlie mags. During this solo session of self-pleasuring he mused on what it would feel like to re-explore his susceptible rosebud district again. Out came the dildo and he excitedly applied the lube to it. Lifting and spreading he touched his cheeks with the probe, the chilly sensation of the inanimate object exciting him as he found the spot. As he began to insert it a soft moan and a long unfelt sensation came over him. It began to enter as his muscles gripped to receive it. Plowing into this chamber in slow, ever deepening strokes it re-opened a world of pleasure that was much greater that his finger could give. Only a cock or something as large as this object gave him this type of gratification. The dildo was pushed in and gripped inside, then he let it slowly be expelled, relishing the sensation as it left, and then repeating the process of inserting it again. Over and over he fucked his own ass with this life like toy of pleasure. Peter’s cock was swollen and leaking pre-cum as he jacked it with one hand and fucked his ass with the dildo with the other. Uncharacteristically it had been a day or two since he last jacked off or had sex with Yvette and a tremendous sexual ache was about to be released. He impaled his ass deeply and as it was expelling the probe his pent up desires and excitement literally exploded out of his cock. It was one of those magnificent orgasms that seem to rush to the tip of the cock and are held back for a second or two by seemingly something in the way or as if the channel was too small for the energy pressing behind it and when it finally cleared the passage it came out with such tremendous force it shot out in an explosion of cum lifting off and reaching all the way to the side of Peter’s face, under his chin and all over his attractive chest. Peter gasped and was short of breath as he furiously jacked his cock, milking out every bit of fulfillment and cum that was possible. When the last spasm subsided he lay there, his entire being limp as the tip of the dildo was but a few inches inside him and his cock numb in his hand. It was a few minutes before Peter was able to move and he slowly rubbed up from his cock to gauge the incredible volume of cum splattered up his striking male body, smearing it all over his chest, nipples and hands. The aroma of the sticky, milky cum hovered over him as he tried to raise himself. He could not and he passed out wholly drained, awaking to find himself coated in a now dried, flaky riverbed of cum. With Yvette as his mate, he did not often need to indulge in this type of self-pleasuring. He found it hard not to try to repeat this act from time to time when he was alone, however. *** With Peter deep inside her and her fingers probing his tight hole Yvette mused about repeating her little dildo exploit again with Peter’s ass, like she had done earlier in the day on Bobby’s. She pulled Peter up onto her so she could reach into the nightstand. As she groped for the object, finding it, Peter saw and understood what was about to transpire. With her fingers on her other hand still impaling him, he assisted Yvette with lubing the phallus in an astonished but willing stare. He continued to pound her pussy in long hard thrusts as the plastic phallus found its mark, again the chilly inanimate object producing a shiver of excitement as it entered his anus. The level of his arousal was peaked by this time so it took only a few prods in and out of his ass for Peter to blast. Literally he screamed as he came, rocking into Yvette and pushing her into another orgasm and surely startling Bobby down the hall as he was still playing the guitar in his room. Impassioned and elated, Peter and Yvette kissed each other in strong, smooth, loving kisses as their two inflamed and throbbing genitals were still joined. The beauty and loveliness of Yvette, coupled with her intense passion for Peter, had demonstrated to her that despite his bisexual leanings he was faithfully enamored with her. Peter felt it too. He knew in his heart what he had with Yvette and as the two lovers floated off into slumber they repeatedly professed their love for each other. The next morning Yvette was off to work again early and as she kissed Peter good-bye on his forehead as he slept, she wondered if the two boys would again become naked lovers before Peter had to leave for work at midday. After dozing a bit more Peter heard Bobby use the bathroom and return to his tiny little room. Peter got up and in a faded, thin pair of boxers likewise did his duty and went to the kitchen to make coffee and look out to see the city noisily come to life. He was not sure about what to do about Bobby anymore though the memory of his encounter a few says earlier still brought back images of that day and of a gay encounter he had before meeting Yvette. Peter returned to his room to find that the situation was unfolding in a manner that would require a choice from him. Bobby was in Peter’s bed waiting as Peter returned. His long hair draped across his body and the sheets as his hard on was noticeably poking through. Peter stood with his hand on the doorway in the yellowing, misty, dusty morning light. The noises of busses and taxis and delivery truck and people echoed up from the street below. A gentle rise lifted Peter’s cock as it tented in his old boxers. Last night told him that Yvette was the only thing that really mattered to him. Now his boyish sexual drive was leading him to take another plunge into the alluring bisexual waters. His gay encounter before meeting Yvette, his first encounter with Bobby and his enchantment with the bi short story of long ago swayed his decision and he pulled off his boxers to show his now hardening cock as he climbed into bed with Bobby. Bobby pulled away the sheets as Peter climbed over him exposing his own hard cock. Peter climbed above Bobby and on all fours reached his facedown to kiss Bobby. Bobby returned the kiss and his hands found Peter’s cock dangling over him. He was enthralled with the feel of Peter’s cock in his hands and the touch on it stimulated Peter’s intense bisexual arousal. Peter stopped the kiss momentarily and as Bobby’s hands slid up onto Peter’s waist, Peter dangled his cock over Bobby’s hard cock and began to sway and rub his manhood into Bobby’s own sweet cock. He fucked Bobby’s cock for several maddening minutes as clear sticky pre-cum oozed from the boy’s two swollen cocks. Bobby His name is Bobby, an 18 year old from Iowa who hasn't had much experience in the ways of the world. Between the small town wholesomeness and very protective parents he's led a truly sheltered life. One weekend he was given permission to visit his cousin who lives 300 miles away in the big city, Chicago. It's too short a trip to fly and Mom needs the car for work so he is taking the bus. It's really an easy trip. The only concern is that his Uncle can't pick him up at the bus station because owns a small store. So his mother decides to set him up with directions and money for a taxi. Bobby's excited about the cross country trip; all the people and new towns along the way. He's feeling very independent for the first time in his life and he loves it. As the bus nears Chicago Bobby is gets even more excited. He wants to see the buildings downtown and walk up and down Michigan Avenue with all the expensive shops and elegant people. Soon the skyscrapers appear and the bus parks at the terminal in the heart of downtown. Inside the terminal he can hardly stand the wait for his suitcase, soon it's in hand and he scurries up the stairs and out on the street. "Wow!" Bobby says with a touch of awe. He doesn't care that the people nearby glance at him and smile. There's no doubt about this being the big city. Even though he is blocks away from downtown he can see that majestic skyscrapers towering over the older brick warehouses that surround the bus station. Bobby has plenty of time to get to his Aunt and Uncle's so he begins walking towards the tallest buildings he can see. It doesn't take long for him to realize his suitcase is a pain so he quickly turns back and checks it into a locker back at the bus terminal. It'll be a lot easier to come back and pick it there and then to catch a cab from the bus terminal anyway. After checking the bag he takes a different street towards downtown and this time he discovers he's on a sleazy strip of Adult Theaters and topless bars. He's only heard stories of such places and decides to window shop the street. He strolls slowly, finally pausing at the entrance of one theater looking for the dirty photos of what's playing inside. Bobby's not sure but he thinks he's too young to be allowed in but a few peeks at the promos can't be wrong. He's disappointed when he finds no pictures outside the show but instantly understands why. The guy at the box office hardly glances at him when he says. "Want a ticket?" Bobby is shocked but jumps at the opportunity. The $10.00 price makes him hesitate since that's a chunk of the money he needs for a taxi. But that single moment of hesitation is it before he decides it's too good of an opportunity to pass up. His buddies back home will sure be envious when he tells them about it. He quickly shoves the money through the window and the guy presses the release to pass him thru the turnstile. Bobby hadn't even bothered to read the marquee, look at the preview stills or see the movie titles...."OREO BOYS", "HOT CHOCOLATE" and "DEEP ENCOUNTERS". As Bobby enters the small lobby he notices several men loitering about but assumes it's an intermission or something. Also he's very nervous about being ejected for being too young and figures he had better get inside where it's dark. Dark isn't the word! After the bright sunshine he's completely blind in the theater. He has to stand in the aisle for a few minutes just to let his eyes get used to the dimness before attempting to find his seat. Luckily the movie is just beginning and the real action isn't started yet, just soft music and the names of the cast. Finally Bobby can start to see and searches for a spot to sit. He can tell that there are lots of vacant seats towards the front but the seats in the rear are crowded and very dark. It's pretty light up near the screen and he thinks about being noticed and decides to play it safe and take a seat towards the rear up against the wall where it's really dark. The last thing Bobby wants is anyone to remember that he was here. Just as he sits down the credits finish and he relaxes thinking this will be quite a treat; watching his first porno movie. "Imagine me," he thinks to himself "going to an adult theater and watching pornos." The action on the screen has barely begun when Bobby is startled by a voice. "Is this seat taken?" Bobby looked up to see a big black man with a handsome face. He looks to be about 50 years old and in extremely good shape. He's buff. He sat down right next to Bobby without even waiting for an answer. He is so large that Bobby feels like a little boy beside him. Bobby looked away quickly thinking, "Damn, he's big." The sudden presence of the black man taking the seat next to him is really bothersome. Bobby didn't want anyone near him during the movie; porno's needed to be private. Now he needed to move. Fortunately there were plenty of seats empty seats in the theater. "Why did this guy have to sit next to me?" Bobby still wondered. "You really do want me to sit here," the stranger offered seeming to read Bobby's thoughts. "You're too fine a looking boy to sit alone. If I don't take this seat one of those perverts will," he said pointing to the group of older men in the aisle whispering to each other and glancing towards Bobby. "Of course if you want me to move, it's OK," he whispered. "But those perverts will definitely join you." "No it's all right, please stay," Bobby replied. "I wanted to be alone but I think you're right. Thank you for watching out for me." The black man squirmed around in the tattered seat trying to get comfortable. Eventually he was settled in and draped his coat over his lap. Bobby started getting a little warm. For some reason the theater seemed to be getting hot. Finally, while the movie credits were still rolling, he removed his jacket and placed it on his lap too. After he was settled Bobby began to concentrate on the movie for the first time. It started with a slender white kid, totally naked, playing pool, when a knock sounds at the door. As the boy opens the door Bobby is surprised, it's a large Negro man, not the sexy blond girl he expected. Bobby decides this is all right, even better. He'll see both of these guys with a girl, or girls. The man talks to the boy for awhile and Bobby begins wondering when the action will start. He's anxious to see the two guys fuck some girl but where the hell is she? It's seems pretty weird for this white kid to be so relaxed when he's naked, talking to a fully dressed black man. Suddenly the plot takes a left-turn; the boy is pulled into the man's arms and kissed on the lips. "Holy shit," Bobby blurts out. The mans hands look like coal against the white boys slender body as he rubs his tight butt and runs his thick fingers between the kids ass cheeks. It's very clear that the man's putting his finger into the kid's ass!! The boy's dick is stiff as iron as they continually kiss and tongue each others mouth. Then the man pushes the boy down to his knees. The boy waits eagerly while the black man slowly opens his fly and takes out the fattest cock Bobby ever imagined. Bobby's hypnotized by the sudden action on the screen. He can't believe that he watching a porno with a black man sitting next to him. Bobby can only imagine what the man is thinking about him for coming to a movie like this; a gay movie. A gay movie with a black mans and white boy. Bobby knows what gay guys do, but he still can't believe his eyes. The kid has managed to get the huge black cockhead in his mouth and is sucking it lovingly. He's seen black students in the shower at school but never imagined they developed into men with cocks the size of this sausage. The black man starts teasing and tormenting the boy with his dick, rubbing it on the boy's lips and eyes, smearing the precum on his cheeks from ear to ear before shoving it back into the hungry mouth. Bobby starts getting really hot watching the erotic action, his young dick getting stiff from the sucking action. Bobby doesn't understand why. He's only gotten hard and jacked off dreaming about girls doing this to him. The man next to him is watching the action on the screen and at the same time checking out how it's affecting the boy. His timing has to be just right. There's no way he wants to flush this young white chicken sitting next to him. He needs to time his moves to the boy's response to the action he's watching. The kid is staring at the screen, occasionally pursing his lips, otherwise perfectly motionless. He's obviously getting into the action. It's time to make this boy part of the movie. "That guy's got quite a phat dick doesn't he?" the man whispers to Bobby knowing how excited the action on the screen has made him. "He sure knows how to please that white boy, doesn't he? Look at how hard the boy's getting sucking that beautiful black cock". Bobby looks at the man next to him again and sees the nice black face smiling at him in the flickering light reflected from the screen. Bobby didn't know people talked to each other during pornos. He expected everyone to sit quietly, just like at the real movies. "It's huge, I didn't know they could get that big" Bobby whispered in the man's ear while he kept staring at the screen, not missing a moment of the hot action. The feel of Bobby's hot breath on his neck is electrifying. It's time to show this kid what that breath can do to a man. He casually touches Bobby's arm to get his attention. Bobby pulls his eyes away from the screen for a quick second and sees the man lick his lips sensually, at the same time he pulls back the jacket on his lap and glances down. Bobby resists watching the on-screen action and follows the man's eyes down to his lap. Bobby heart stops when he glimpses the chocolate brown cock; a cock that's easily a match for the one on the screen. The man's black hand is slowly milking the shaft and pointing it right at Bobby's pale face. At the same moment the man reaches his other hand over and slides it under Bobby's coat where he finds Bobby's stiff young cock pressing urgently against his tight pants. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh ..................," is the only sound Bobby can make. It's something between a sigh and a moan. The man smiles at Bobby steadily as his hand traps the boy with his touch. He guesses that the only hand Bobby has ever felt on his cock was his own. He knows that if the boy was going to bolt he'd have done it by now. There is no way this kid will ever make anyone let go of his dick. Not today, not ever. The man's excitement grows because he realizes this is must be the kid's first time and boy-oh-boy is he ripe! There's fresh fruit to be plucked today. "I bet your cock is better than that kid's in the movie. Let me take it out baby. Let me touch it some more, I promise you'll love it," he whispers while squeezing the kids cock erotically through his jeans. Bobby feels paralyzed in the man's hand and can't resist when the guy expertly flips his zipper down and gropes inside to find the opening in his shorts. It's as if he is outside of his body watching the action. The action that he can see and feel, but can't stop. "Oh no," Bobby gasps audibly when the strangers flesh finally touches his cock. But his buttocks clench and tighten forcing his hard rod further into the hand. The man eventually pulls Bobby's hard dripping cock free from the clothing and begins to stroke it; rubbing the precum all over the sensitive head. "Don't cum baby, push my hand away if you think you'll cum," the man whispers into Bobby's ear. Bobby is completely helpless now. His eyes are now glued to the screen and the action there seems to be transmitting directly to his swollen dick. The movie has progressed into some solid cocksucking now and it's a shock to Bobby to see the boy swallow at least 5 inches of thick black cock and still have 2 or 3 inches left. His lips are stretched tightly by the immense black shaft and it's wet and shiny from spit which makes it look even more obscene. The white boy is masturbating furiously as he mouths the mans cock and the guy is constantly reminding him that he's going to fuck him so he better not cum. Bobby suddenly realizes he's about to blow his load and the stranger told him not to. He instinctively shoves the man's hand away before it's too late. If the man said not to cum there's probably a good reason why. The black man is sure that even though Bobby pushed his hand away he's still totally into having his dick stroked. Prolonging the pleasure and teasing him will only enhance the experience. "I've seen this movie ten times baby. Just wait until that dude fucks his tight white ass. That kid dies and thinks he went to heaven when he feels that fat black dick fucking him so good. You probably think it hurts to be fucked but you just watch that boy's face when he's getting it baby; just watch his dick because he's going to cum like a hose. Look at his face, he's just about the same age you are but he's learned how great it feels to have a grown man fuck him. See how great they look together, it's just terrific to see a black man getting into a white kid like that. Showing him how to fuck, making him love to be fucked," he keeps whispering in Bobby's ear to excite him even more about the action he's viewing. Bobby's totally lost in passion by now and doesn't even realize the guy is pulling his hand over to his cock until he feels the hot shaft fill his palm. It's the hottest, thickest piece of meat he could have ever imagined. What's going on here he wonders. He's in a strange city with a strange man's cock in his hand. "Oh Bobby what are you doing?" he wondered. He couldn't control the thrills that poured through his body as he squeezed and tested the flesh in his sweaty hand and he looked around nervously to see if he was being watched. He was surprised the no one was paying any attention to him. The anonymity relaxed him tremendously. He couldn't deny that this forbidden behavior was the most exciting thing he ever experienced. His new friend felt assured of his success now and guided Bobby's little hand as it milked his cock erotically. He made sure that the precum got milked out steadily and coated the small white fist as it eagerly masturbated him. The movie scene was reaching its climax now and Bobby was concentrating on the boy's reactions to the huge black cock stuffed in his ass. The close-ups were so explicit Bobby was sure the boy's ass should be split, but all he saw was slippery black cock gliding in and out like a piston. When the camera panned up to the boy's face, only satisfaction and pleasure could be seen. The way the boy was urging the man to fuck him, and the way his arms held the man's shoulders in tight embrace, it was obvious he enjoyed the sensations deep inside his guts. The man at Bobby's side saw the intense stare and thought he would try to time the actors climax and the handjob he was giving this beautiful white stranger. What better way to cement the image of a white kid cumming from being fucked by a hot black man's thick dick than by cumming in a black man's hand? This young guy would never forget the sight and would be interested in experiencing it for himself. Then....at just the right second, he sped up his hand and felt Bobby start to cum. He looked at the boy and saw he was now biting his lip trying not to cry out, Bobby's eyes were glued to the screen as he witnessed another white boy cumming uncontrollably while his black lover buried an 8" long dick inside his tight ass. "Yes, yes, fuck me," the actor screamed while Bobby was murmuring the exact same thing under his breath. The man let Bobby's load fly from the pulsing dick in his hand and spray the back of the seat in front of him. When the little cock quit spasming the man wiped the final drop from the cockhead and licked it clean with his tongue, rolling his eyes and smiling when he tasted it. Bobby couldn't believe what he had just seen. The man ate his cum...and seemed to like it. The man recognized the look of disbelief in Bobby's eyes. He knew that tasting the boys cum would add another dimension to this experience. Beside he loved it. There was a taste of youthfulness in the load. Something that seemed to disappear as men aged. He decided to sit quietly for a minute and wait for the boy to rest and relax after his climax. He knew the kid wouldn't be interested in getting him off now that he'd cum but the afternoon was still young and he wasn't about to let this kid end the day a virgin. "Oh no, I've got to jet," Bobby said suddenly when he realized what had just happened. All he wanted to do was run and hide. He told the guy he had to leave but the man hurriedly started talking to him again and found out Bobby was expected at his aunt's house. He also learned Bobby had spent his cab fare for the show and offered to drive him there. Bobby knew he had no choice and agreed. On the way to his Uncle's in the man's car, the guy started telling him about all the porno books and video's he had at home. He invited Bobby to come over for a little while and convinced him that they had lots of time before his relatives got worried. "Don't worry busses are always late," he suggested. Bobby thought it was a believable story but he was still nervous about going with the man. He wanted to cum again, like the boy in the movie. He just wasn't convinced about doing everything the boy did. Even though the boy in the movie seemed to love it, Bobby wasn't sure that fucking wouldn't be painful. The guy was very seductive and convincing as he rapped to Bobby about the terrific porno he would show him, and even suggested he might be able to score some good grass for them. Bobby acted like grass was a common commodity back home but the man knew better. He stopped at a Walgreen store while Bobby waited in the car. Returning, he handed Bobby the bag thru his window and while he walked around to his side Bobby sneaked a peek inside. Cigarettes, Vodka, orange juice, and something that made Bobby's little dick twitch, a jar of Vaseline. Bobby sat quietly as the man drove one more block and parked. "I live right upstairs. This is the best thing that could happen to you sugar. You don't know what you'll miss out on if you leave now," he said reassuringly as he opened the car door. Bobby didn't say a word; he just sat there silently thinking furiously about what was happening to him. The man was quiet for awhile and then started talking again, telling him to remember what he saw in the movie a how he felt when he was cumming. He reminded him about how much he enjoyed having a man's hand on his cock and how he'd be able to find out how the boy in the movie felt when he was sucking that guy's fantastic cock. "It must be pretty fucking great baby; you saw how that kid went after it. You loved it in your hand so you can imagine how much better it will be when you put it in your mouth," he said stepping out of the car. Bobby was so embarrassed about his desires he couldn't even look the guy in the eye. He just got out of the car and stood there waiting until the man came around to his side. Leading Bobby by the hand the black stranger walked into the building and up the two flights of dark stairs to the apartment door. It was clear to Bobby that this door was a landmark in his young life. If he walked thru it he'd never be the same again. If he didn't walk thru it he'd never know the truth about himself and possibly regret it the rest of his life. Either way he was pretty well trapped at this point and his confusion was obvious. The man sensed the indecision and reacted before Bobby could. "Hey son, just come in and have a drink with me. It'll settle you down and then if you want to leave I'll take you anywhere you want to go." He said. "If you want to stay and watch some videos, even better." Bobby Bobby couldn't argue with that so they went in. He literally inhaled the first screwdriver the guy made for him. Booze wasn't something he was used to, just a beer or two when he could get it. But this drink tasted great and he really needed it. Anything that would help him calm down was OK. Bobby felt very small and lost caught in the raging river of his hormonal emotions. A little booze wouldn't hurt now. The guy made him a second quick drink and waited a few minutes hoping the effects of the double vodkas would relax the boy. He was so fucking hot for this little cherry he seriously thought about raping him if he copped out now. He sat down next to Bobby without touching him and opened a porno magazine of hot gay scenes. Naturally they showed black and white men and it didn't take long for Bobby's cock to start reacting again. While Bobby flipped through the pages the stranger loaded the VCR with a tape of "OREO BOYS". The sight of a huge coal black cock being fed into another white boy's mouth was the spark Bobby needed to rekindle the fire in his body. He didn't make a sound when the man got him up from the sofa and slowly undressed him. When he was totally naked the erection he sported proved he wanted to continue this game. The man circled him like a hungry shark eyeing bait. Finally he stopped admiring Bobby and stood still in the middle of the room, motioning Bobby to walk to him. "Come hug me baby, just like in the movie," he said, and Bobby eagerly went to him. The sensations of his naked flesh against the man's clothes were like a narcotic to Bobby, making him pant and moan like mad. The man lifted Bobby's chin and pressed his lips to the boy's mouth. Bobby couldn't understand the jolts of sexual excitement coursing through his body. He sucked on the thick tongue and felt saliva pouring down his young throat. He felt warm hands massaging his tight nipples and separating his ass-cheeks to touch and probe his puckered virgin ass. Finally the man pushed him down to his knees. "Do it just like in the movie, Baby. Open my pants and suck my cock just like the boy did in the movie. Just like the boy on TV. I need you to suck my cock. You need to suck my cock. You WANT to suck my cock," he rapped hypnotically. Don't worry. Nobody will ever know you did it." "There you go, take it," he said as Bobby finally lowered his head and opened his lips to capture the big purple cock head. He started working his mouth up and down; keeping his lips tight against the rock hard dick. Just like the boy in the movie. "Oh yea, you're such a good little cocksucker. You were made to nurse at the end of a black mans dick; to provide pleasure, to get your pleasure from it. You'll taste my seed and you'll grow to love it. You'll need the seed. You'll want the seed; it's like mother's milk." He chanted as Bobby tried to capture as much of the hard black meat as he could take. The man gently grasped Bobby's head and guided him, teaching him how to pleasure a big cock. He kept nodding reassuringly as he forced Bobby to take him deeper, ever deeper. "Relax and breathe through your nose, you want to take it all," the man said. "You want to go black balls deep don't you?" "Relax," he said again when Bobby's gag reflex kicked in. Bobby blinked away a tear and tried to breathe through his nose. He kept his lips tight now. He just needed to concentrate now. The man was using his head as a handle to fuck his face. "Go easy boy," he said. "This is your first time. I'll teach you to suck cock. Make love to it with your mouth. I might not be able to hold back very long little man. I planned to take your cherry right away but I think I'll have to cum in your mouth first. Oh yes, that's what you need. Take my hot cum boy! Swallow it all down. You'll always remember your first load; your first load of hot black cum for your hot white mouth. You'll love it sweet thing." "That great, you're a quick learner. Some boys never learn how to take a dick like this. You're a born cocksucker." "That's it baby," he kept up the rap. "Isn't it just the hottest thing you ever dreamed of? Oh baby, if only you knew how sexy you look down there with my cock in your sweet mouth. You've got a sweet mouth baby. Just like the boy in the movie! Swallow my hot juices boy; let my cockjuice run down into your belly. I promised you'd love it didn't I. I knew you'd love sucking my cock, just like the boy in the movie". Bobby was going crazy listening to the erotic talk and feeling his young mouth packed full of black cock. His mind was a mass of conflicts and confusion but the constant demands of his sexual desires created such a powerful need he wouldn't have stopped sucking that man's cock if a gun was pressed to his head. He was so eager to taste new flesh he would continually choke himself when he tried to get more than he could handle. Bobby was also shocked at the way he responded to having a cock in his mouth. He felt re-born the instant he wrapped his lips around the man's warm leaking dick and nursed on it like a hungry calf. He wished he could have it completely in his throat but kept gagging himself when he tried to do just that. When the man tipped his head back and looked down at him he felt like cheering because he had found himself; found himself on his knees with a throbbing Negro cock pouring precum down his throat. He wanted the man to look at him giving his first blow-job; look I'm sucking a black man's cock! Then the huge dick seemed to come alive. It felt larger, hotter and pulsed like it had a heartbeat. The man drove it deep into Bobby's mouth as it started to explode. The sperm that he felt pumping into the back of his throat was better than any drink in the world and he swallowed it like a starving man. There was a lot of it, more than he had expected. So much it started to leak out of the corners of his mouth. The taste was strong and very 'male'; he liked it. The texture was pure slime; he liked that too. The man was just standing there with his dick soaking in Bobby's mouth now. Then he slowly pulled it out; even though Bobby's lips struggled to keep the hard black prize. "You're not done little man. There's still a little more milk for you," the man reassured him. "Just open your mouth and hold out your tongue. This milk is good to the last drop," he said running his fingers down the shaft as though he were forcing toothpaste from a tube. As each drop of the thick white milk dripped from the end of the spent dick Bobby reached up to grab it with his tongue. The man was amazed. This boy was concentrating on the end of his cock like this would be his last meal. If only he knew. He just wanted to be sure Bobby experienced the complete feeling of being a cocksucker; his cocksucker! Draining every last drop of sperm was to be Bobby's duty so he might as well learn right away. The man eventually moved to the sofa and relaxed with his legs in front of him. Bobby sat on the floor and put his head on the man's thigh so he could look at the dark skinned cock he had just worshipped. He couldn't stop staring or working his tongue inside his cheeks because the taste of cum remained strong and he loved the lingering sensation. The man saw it was very late now and Bobby's relatives would be wondering about him. Rather than take him home he lit a joint and shared it. The man knew that the dope would make the boy forget about the time and stay contented. He didn't want the boy to get in trouble, but he wasn't ready to let him go. He knew Bobby had no idea where he was so he'd keep him stoned, drunk and naked all night and worry about his family tomorrow. He was sure that Bobby wouldn't have any trouble making up a story his Aunt and Uncle would believe. Especially if a hard black dick was the prize for success. The man casually removed his clothes and took Bobby into his bedroom where he had him suck his dick some more. When he got his erection he placed Bobby face down with his hips over some cushions and opened the jar of Vaseline he had purchased. When he pressed his slick finger against Bobby's asshole he heard a sexy sigh and the ass rose up to him. "I'm going to breed you now Bobby. Are you ready for my black cock in your tight cherry ass? Are you ready to be my little bitch boy?" he whispered to Bobby. "Just like the white boy in the movie?" Bobby asked. Bobby & Grandpa 18-year-old Bobby held his 65-year-old Grandpa's erect penis in his hand. He marveled at how his elderly Grandpa could achieve an erection at his age, and so did Grandpa since this was his first time achieving an erection in what felt to him like ages. He bent Grandpa's dick forward and buried his face in his bushy gray pubic hair. Grandpa moaned as his grandson munched on his whitesh-gray pubes while he held on tightly to his dick. He ran his arthritic fingers slowly and somewhat achingly through his hair as Bobby pulled and nibbled on his crotch hair as he stroked his Grandpa's cock. Bobby lifted his head and stared down at Grandpa's swelled cockhead that was staring him right in the face. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and went down on his beloved Grandpa. Though Grandpa's dick had shrunk in size through the years the older he got, making his grandson's cock seem massive by comparison, he was still able to fill his grandson's mouth with his aged tool. And though this was Bobby's first time at giving another man head, he sucked his Grandpa's dick like a pro. Grandpa watched proudly as his grandson's head bobbed up and down on his prick. Bobby fisted the bottom part of Grandpa's shaft as he kept sucking him off, the side of his hand slapping Grandpa's dangling balls, which caused Grandpa to moan out each time he felt the side of Bobby's hand hitting his nuts. But Grandpa didn't complain. He enjoyed what his grandson was doing to him, the immense pleasure he was giving his Grandpa. He only hoped that, when his turn came, that he could give Bobby as much pleasure, if not more, as he was giving him now. Grandpa knew he was being selfish, but he wanted more from Bobby before he blew his load completey, so he suggested to his grandson with his dick still buried in his mouth, "Why don't you stand up and let your old Grandpa fuck you in the ass, Bobby?" Bobby, with some reluctance, removed his mouth from off his Grandpa's dick and looked up at him, the eagerness in his eyes clearly showing at the prospect of allowing his Grandpa to fuck him in the ass. So he took his hand off his dick and stood up. Bobby turned his back to him as he stood over him and slowly bent down towards his cock. Grandpa, as steady as he could, aimed the head of his prick at his grandson's waiting asshole. Bobby placed his hands on Grandpa's legs and bent down even further until he began to feel Grandpa's flushed cockhead poking his tight hairy hole. Bobby sat down on his cock and let out a tiny wail as he felt Grandpa's cock sliding into his asshole. Bobby mounted Grandpa. Bobby fastly moved his pelvis up and down so Grandpa's dick could slide easily in and out of his ass. Grandpa would've liked to move his own pelvis up and down so his dick would slide in farther into his grandson's ass, but he found his arthritis prevented him from doing so. However, regardless of Grandpa's disappointment at the limitations of his old age, Bobby seemed to be enjoying himself immensely at having his own Grandpa's dick buried all the way inside his ass as he moaned and groaned in sheer ecstasy as he gripped Grandpa's legs while Grandpa fucked his grandson's virgin ass. While his grandson was still riding him like a horse, Grandpa soon felt something that he hadn't felt in a very long time, not since his beloved wife, Bobby's grandmother, passed away some years ago: he felt the beginnings of an incredible orgasm building up in the back of his legs. He knew he was about to blow his load, and right in his grandson's ass too! The immense sensations Grandpa was feeling in his legs soon moved up to his groin through his engorged balls all the way up his shaft to the swollen head of his cock. He threw his head back as he wrapped his arthritic fingers around Bobby's hips. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. In a matter of seconds, he blew his load right into his grandson's sphincter. Both Grandpa and grandson wailed out as Grandpa's jism spewed out of his grandson's rectum and spilled onto his balls. Grandpa could feel the warmness of his own jizz rolling off his nutsack and dripping down the crack of his wrinkled ass. Bobby kept humping Grandpa's dick as if he were trying to coax more come out of his already spent Grandpa. Finally Grandpa's erection began to subside enough that it fell out of Bobby's newly-deflowered ass. Bobby relunctantly dismounted Grandpa and wondered if their fun was over. But then Grandpa, in a totally unexpected move, grabbed his grandson by his hips once again and buried his face between his butt cheeks. Bobby quickly felt Grandpa rimming his wet, gaping asshole with his tongue. His dick, already hard enough to cut rocks, got even harder as Grandpa pushed his tongue past the opening of his anus and down his colon until the tip of his tongue was probing his prostate. Bobby grabbed his cock and felt himself about to blow his own load all over the place as he felt his Grandpa's tongue darting in and out of his ass, the tip of which was banging away at his prostate. He tried to hold his impending orgasm back as best he could because he wanted to fuck the shit out of his Grandpa the same way Grandpa had fucked the shit out of him. Apparently that's what Grandpa wanted as well as he finally, mercifully, took his tongue away from Bobby's bunghole and leaned back away from his grandson. Bobby turned around and faced his Grandpa. They both smiled at each other as Grandpa spread his legs like a woman and waited to be penetrated by his own beloved grandson Bobby. And Bobby happily obliged his Grandpa as he got on his knees in front of him and started to push his throbbing dick into his Grandpa's rectum. Grandpa's asshole wasn't as tight as Bobby's was, another result of their age difference, but it was nevertheless tight enough for Bobby--and Grandpa--to get a good fuck out of. And that's just what they got as Bobby began to thrust his dick in and out of Grandpa's ass. Grandpa grunted while Bobby wailed as grandson ass-fucked his Grandpa with a youthful intensity that Grandpa still wished he had. Bobby held on tightly to Grandpa's hips as he shoved his cock balls deep into his aching, swollen sphincter. Bobby's head was thrown back and his mouth was agape as he was feeling sensations he had never felt before. Not only was this his first time with another man, this was his first time ever. Grandpa, being the wise old man he was, knew this without Bobby even having to say a word to him about it. And Grandpa, being the considerate and loving grandparent he was, was going to make this an unforgettable experience for his seemingly grateful grandson . . . even if it killed him! Grandpa could tell by Bobby's increasingly hard thrusts that he was about to come. Grandpa would allow him to come inside his ass the same way he had came inside Bobby's ass. Bobby dug his fingers deeper into Grandpa's flabby flesh as he moaned out, "Oh, Grandpa! I'm about to come! I'm about to come!" Grandpa lovingly held his grandson's face in his hands--which, like the rest of his body, were also riddled with arthritis--as he watched Bobby's eyes roll in the back of his head . . . and then he came. Bobby screamed out as wave after heavy wave of his hot, sticky come flushed out of his dick and into Grandpa's ass. Both Bobby and Grandpa looked down to see Bobby's pearly-white come shoot out of Grandpa's asshole, drenching Grandpa's flabby, wrinkled butt cheeks and Bobby's pube-covered waist as a result. Bobby gave a few more light strokes of his pelvis to make sure he was finally spent. He was. He slowly, relunctantly, took his cock out of his Grandpa and wondered once again if their fun was over. But Grandpa wanted for Bobby to experience everything, so he suggested to his grandson once more, "Bobby, why don't you stand up so I can suck your dick like you did mine?" "But Grandpa," Bobby protested, "I just came!" Grandpa smiled. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get hard again. Besides, have I ever let you down before?" Bobby returned his Grandpa's trusting, reassuring smile. He stood up and aimed his subsiding member right at his Grandpa's face. Feeling some pain in his aged joints, Grandpa leaned forward as he wrapped his hand around his grandson's cock and took it into his mouth. Sure enough, after a little while of having his Grandpa blowing him, Bobby's cock returned to its fully erect state once again. Bobby was a little surprised to find out that Grandpa was an expert cocksucker. He figured that this was Grandpa's first time doing another guy as well, but it apparently wasn't as Grandpa expertly sucked and fisted his youthful prick, taking his penis out of his mouth only a few brief times to suck on his hairy balls. Bobby helped out Grandpa a little by shoving his dick in and out of his wrinkly mouth as if he were fucking his ass again, causing his balls to slap back and forth against his whiskered chin. Bobby placed his hand on Grandpa's bald head and moaned out like he did before, "Oh, Grandpa! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" Bobby shot his load right into his Grandpa's eager, waiting mouth. His splooge flowed out of his mouth and ran down his chin in torrents, though Grandpa was able to swallow a lot of his grandson's jizz, which he was only happy to do! Bobby fucked Grandpa's mouth a few more times until, like before, he was finally spent. Bobby took his cock out of Grandpa's mouth for the last time as both grandfather and grandson lied down together and rested in each other's arm. Bobby and Grandpa continued their newfound sexual relationship until Grandpa passed away in his sleep after a hot night of fucking his grandson Bobby in the ass repeatedly (and, of course, vice versa!). As Bobby got older himself and had a family of his own and became a grandparent himself, he couldn't wait until his grandson turned eighteen so he could experience the joy, the pleasure and the ecstasy that he had enjoyed with Grandpa. After all, aren't families supposed to share everything together?