Bobby Big And Tight -- by webcurator@my-deja.com
Preface: This story is true. It involves a friend and me and happened two years ago when we were seniors in high school. Both of us were eighteen at the time. If descriptions of teen sexuality bothers you or offends you, please read no further.
I.
Spring days grew longer as graduation approached. College acceptance letters and prom dates were the talk of study hall conversation, but in the corner of the cafeteria that Friday; I huddled with my best friends Bobby, Rob and Scott to discuss our trip to Maine's Moosehead Lake that afternoon.
We were to leave right after school and arrive at Rob's family's lakefront cottage by dark. Scott volunteered to drive and Rob immediately called the shotgun position up front. Bobby and I would be together in the back of the Monte Carlo.
Later that afternoon, the Monte was set to go. Gassed up, the trunk full of sleeping bags, and on the front seat a cooler of beer.
II.
The trip to the lake was long. Most talk centered around the girls we knew at school and who would "put out" and who wouldn't. To our disappointment we found no correlation between large breasts and a girl being easy. But we did agree that dark haired girls, Italian, Greek, and Jewish girls, tended to be a little bolder while the fair-haired played harder to get.
After a few hours and a couple of beers each, the car fell mostly silent. A Springsteen tape played in the deck and Bobby and I drifted to sleep in the back of the car.
Ordinarily, straight boys who were friends would never come close to anything approaching a "touch" for fear of risking being called a fag. But in this particular instance, Bobby fell asleep and leaned toward me, his head ultimately resting on my shoulder. I took no real notice and again continued my drift toward sleep.
Suddenly, Bobby shifted and instead of just leaning on my shoulder, he curled up on the car seat in a fetal position and rested his head on my lap. My drift toward sleep was abruptly ended. I sat frozen as I realized that as soon as Bobby's cheek hit my lap, I had become physically aroused. My running shorts restrained my growing dick as Bobby's head rested on my smooth thighs just an inch away.
I couldn't believe it. If something wasn't done quickly, Bobby would soon feel my cock pressing on the back of his head. "Good thing he's facing the other way", I thought, "Or I think my prick would go right into his mouth". What the fuck was that? What kind of thought was that which just entered my brain -- "mouth", "prick"? Fag thoughts, I worried. I worried even as I felt his hot breath against the inners of my thighs. Hotter than any girl's breath and certainly harsher and raspier, but gentle in its own way.
I grabbed Bobby by the back of the hair and lifted him up roughly, "Hey, Queenie, wake up and get the fuck off me."
Bobby was awake in an instant and sat up quickly. Scott and Rob turned around to see what was going on. "Bobby must have been dreaming about foot-longs", I said, and forced a laugh.
"More like dreaming of Vienna sausages, I'd bet", Rob shot back.
Bobby shook his head of sleep and remembered where he was. "What?" he groggily asked. Or maybe he was just faking his grogginess? Perhaps he hadn't really been asleep. "Damn" I said to myself. More fag thoughts.
III.
The scoop on Bobby was this. He was about 5' 11" and a really great athlete - not in the "school hero" sort of way - but in the "soccer and track" sort of way. He could run forever and not tire. He could hurdle and long jump, and was a great midfielder. On his slight frame, he carried very little body fat and his muscles didn't bulge so much as ripple. He stayed out of the sun whenever he could, so he was white, not pasty, but a white of alabaster. When standing still, he was statuesque in both physique and color.
There was one more thing about Bobby - the size of his cock. As both a blessing and a curse, Bobby had the biggest "one" in the locker room. When I first saw it during freshman year track, I was stunned. Being slight of build myself and smaller than the other boys, I had only seen my own modest sized dick. During the next four years, Bobby's cock continued to grow slowly in length and girth until it became a running joke among his teammates. It wasn't freakishly big, but much bigger than any other boys' I knew. It was similar to the cocks I'd seen in porno flicks, hanging down from the guys who waved them proudly before the mouths of big-titted Babes.
I remember one day at track practice when Bobby was long jumping. He didn't have a jock on, having forgotten it at home, and so was counting on his boxers to provide the support he needed. On his first practice jump, his cock fell out of his shorts as he landed in the sand. He rolled forward and ended spread-eagled in the pit with a giant, sandy prick exposed for everyone to see. The guys howled in laughter, the girls stood silent, mouths open, none turning away. The next day, Rob, an aspiring artist, had drawn a caricature of the incident and posted it on the gym bulletin board -- Bobby, covered in sand with an elephantine hog, ramrod straight and spurting cum like a geyser from the jump pit.
I remember another time when all us guys were at Scott's house drinking while his parents were down at the Shore. We went swimming in the in-ground pool, some in briefs, others in boxers. After a night of swimming and drinking, Bobby was the first to pass out on a lawn chair in the back yard. His sat crumpled in the chair, mouth open, a little drool moistening his lips, and once again, his huge cock slipping the bonds of his boxers and swinging low between his thighs. It was Scott, I think, who suggested we take advantage of the situation and measure Bobby's cock while he was passed out.
We all fought over who was going to actually measure "it". We feared (or thought we feared) accidentally touching his dick while measuring. We bucked-up for the duty and I lost. I unrolled the measuring tape to its full length and kneeled beside my sleeping friend. To get a good measure, I had to lift his prick and straighten it, moving his balls to one side. Though exposed to the cooling night air, I remember now that his dick felt warm to the touch and was much heavier than I expected. Heavy too were his balls. I move them to the side and they were hefty and seemed as big as tangerines. The other guys were obviously grossed out by my touching his prick. I said, "Grow up and just pretend I'm a doctor".
I measured Bobby's cock to be just under eight and a half inches. Not a world record, but impressive for a great looking teen in a quiet little town.
IV.
We arrived at the small A-frame cottage just after 10pm. We'd been driving and drinking all afternoon and evening and so we were all quite tired. Scott and Rob got dibs on the twin beds on the second floor and went quickly upstairs to sleep. Bobby and I stayed up for a bite to eat and had to settle for sharing the queen bed in the first floor bedroom.
With no central air conditioning, we knew it would be a hot one. We stripped to our boxers and flopped on to the bed. We quickly realized that it was an awful mattress, sunken on either side with a mound in between.
I rolled over to my right to take possession of the mattresses' high ground that put me right in the middle, hogging more than my share of the bed. Bobby was annoyed with my encroachment and pushed me back to my own side. I rolled back to the middle and regained my top spot. He again pushed back.
We soon began to wrestle for control of the center of the bed. After a few minutes, I had him straddled, me sitting on his crotch, fighting to contain his flailing arms. Bobby tried to dislodge me from my straddle by bucking his hips up and down in an attempt to throw me off like a bronco.
His first few thrusts were powerful, but the bucks soon slowed and weakened when it was clear I was in control...but the thrusts did not stop. Instead the bucking motion became more likely a slight gyration as he rubbed his crotch against my seated rear end.
Bobby whispered, "This feels good".
My head was swimming, slightly buzzed by beer and all at once overcome with disbelief. Bobby continued his gyrations and placed a finger in the waistband of my boxers tugging on them slightly.
I could feel his cock growing beneath me. It felt like sitting on baseball bat, so big and wide was his prick. I dared not move. I was in a spell and unable to recover.
We said nothing as he continued to swell beneath me and between the cracks of my ass. His one finger became two under the waist band and he urged me up and forward so he could slip them off. With the boxers off, I resumed my place on top of him and joined him in the back and forth rhythm of his hump.
I said quietly, "Take your's off, too".
So he arched his back and I helped him slip off his underwear.
Again, I returned to my straddle and the flesh of his cock was now lying up against my hole. The heat his prick gave-off seemed to singe my hairless crack. I quickly dismounted for fear that this enormous pole might accidentally rip into my rear.
We were now side by side, holding on to each other's cocks, stroking slowly. I asked innocently, "What next?"
He replied, "Lick me".
I started behind his ears and licked my way to his mouth. When our tongues met, I was filled with indescribable electricity. He put his hand on top of my head and pushed me down the length of his body, too horny for any more foreplay.
Before me was a massive cock, but I wasn't intimidated. I was spellbound but enjoying everything around me, every feeling, every taste of skin. I took his rod in my hand and brought his prick to my mouth. I could already see a shimmer to the top of his dick as it leaked in anticipation. I sipped the pre-cum, determined to experience the taste. I said to him, "It's wonderful".
I took his cock into my mouth and began to work it up and down. It was so big that I couldn't go down very far, but my mouth and tongue created a good grip and I bobbed slowly but forcefully.
Before I knew it, Bobby was already near climax. I cupped his balls and pushed his cock as far into my throat as I could. It was really huge and I gripped his hanging nut bag tightly just as he started to spurt.
"Swallow, swallow", I thought as I concentrated on the spray hitting the back of my throat. But I couldn't keep up.
I whipped his dick out of my mouth, and gasped for air. His spurts continued and his cum landed across the bridge of my nose, in my hair, and down on his stomach. He trembled uncontrollably, so I held him tightly, even as I began to think about how I'd be getting my own nuts off.
As though guided by some unseen, experienced, force, I turned him over on his stomach and continued licking his body. Below the nape of his neck, down between his shoulder blades, and toward the small of his back.
I eased my way down to his tight, white ass cheeks as though on automatic pilot. I licked my index finger and began to work it into his butt like it was a schoolgirl's little cunt. I worked up more spit and pressed it deeper into his bottom. I threw one leg over his butt and now straddled his glistening ass hole. My cock was now supplying its own lubrication from its bubbling precum.
I slid my cock softly between his cheeks and asked, "Is this okay?"
Bobby sighed, "I guess so, it feels so fucking good."
I change, slightly, the trajectory of my cock and pushed into his hole. Immediately Bobby's dick began to grow again beneath him. He lifted his body up to give me access to his rod. So as I banged this gorgeous ass, I stroked and stroked a dick I could barely put my fingers around.
I had never dreamed this, or thought of it, but it was happening nonetheless. Beneath me a taut muscled stud, my meat, dog-fucking him until his limbs shook and his back sparkled with sweat.
I held off on my cum longer than I thought possible, but when he began to spew his jizz, his ass closed tightly on my prick and drove me over the edge. I began to really pump the cum. As Bobby shot onto the bedspread and onto the pillows, I filled him until his anus began to leak my sperm, dripping down his balls and onto the bed below. I actually scooped up some of the spunk off his nuts and brought it up to his mouth. He sucked my fingers delicately as if each one was dick deserving of worship.
I turned him around so we could kiss and shared in the salty taste of cum.
I fell asleep beside Bobby and awoke at first sunlight with my arms wrapped tightly around him. Hearing a rustling from the guys upstairs, I quickly ended my embrace and curled up on my own side of the bed.
I could tell by his breathing that he was now awake. "Are we gay?" I asked.
Bobby said, "I don't know, I don't think so. Does it matter?"
"No, I guess it doesn't." I thought aloud.
"Just two friends having a good time," he asserted.
"A really good time," I added.
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