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Bobby and Jerry

I guess it was natural we should have been friends. 'Farm boy' and
'Pig boy' were a natural match if you live in a suburb of a major city.  We
lived in a suburb of Chicago, me in Brookfield and him in Riverside.  We
both went to Riverside-Brookfield High School.  Back then (the late 60's)
Riverside was an affluent white collar suburb and Brookfield was strictly
blue collar. A great place to grow up, but it made for a strange mix of
kids in the local high school.

I spent my summers working at my grandparents pig farm.  It gave my
truck driver Dad and my Mom some quality time together and I really liked
the farm. Bobby grew up on a ranch in Texas. Thing was, it was a ranch with
a lot of oil. Bobby's Dad was an oil man, but Bobby was more comfortable
with his rancher grandparents.

Me' I was a skinny kid. 5'8', 130 pounds soaking wet. I wasn't too
popular, but far from an outcast by any means. I liked wrestling and
swimming, even had a nice four pack. Bobby was new to the area, tall (to
me) about 6'1' at 17, maybe 180 pounds. At this point, I'd never seen him
without his shirt, but I got the idea he was a bit on the muscular side.
He had light brown hair, slightly buck teeth with a little gap.  I thought
he was really cute.

Yeah, I liked guys.  At that point I really thought I was the only
guy who felt that way. The papers sometimes talked about 'pervert's or
'degenerate's who wanted to be women, but that wasn't me, so I thought I
was something different. Maybe I was a homosexual, a guy who liked guys. I
never could find much information about them though. This was pre Internet
and you did NOT ask the librarian to check out those kinds of books.

And Bobby was cute. He had this goofy sense of humor, and we both
liked the same things, so when we first met, we hit it off immediately.
Bobby and I spent a lot of time together. I was working with the school
Drama Club (Masque and Wigg). Bobby helped out a lot, but he wasn't really
into the theatre thing.  Mostly he was helping me out. He used to drive me
home after rehearsals. We'd drive places or walk around the town a lot,
usually at night and talk about deep things, like the war in Viet Nam or
the civil rights movement. One night that discussion led to a big
revelation on my part. I told him I thought there should be civil right for
everyone. Even for homosexuals. I even admitted to him that I had a crush
on a guy we both knew. He asked me a lot of questions after that. Like had
I ever 'done' anything with a guy and what would I want to 'do' with a guy'
I knew what I'd like to try, but God I couldn't tell Bobby that.

One Friday, after school, I had my first experienced with another
guy. A friend of mine from the local Boy Scout Troop came over to my house
and he talked me into masturbating with him. We both ended up naked with
him straddling my legs and our cum mixing on my stomach.

The next day I was confused, upset, guilty and really feeling like
scum. I'd watched another guy jack off! I liked it! I kept remembering the
sounds he made as he came, the feel of his balls brushing my dick, how
beautiful the cum looked as it shot out of the slit in his dick, how my cum
mixed with his on my stomach.  I was obsessing on the memory and the
guiltiest part of it all' After he left, I tasted the cum we left on my
socks.

The next day Bobby and I were supposed to go on a hike. I rode my
bike to his house in Riverside, but while he was packing up I begged off. I
told him I wasn't up to it. He really wanted to go, but eventually let me
off the hook when he realized how upset I was. We shared a coke in almost
total silence. He tried to get me to tell him why I was so upset. When that
didn't work, he asked if I'd like to go to the river. We walked the block
to the Des Plaines river (really a brook or a large creek) in silence and
watched the water for about ten minutes.

'I had sex with Terry yesterday. He jacked off on my stomach and I
came at the same time. I tasted his cum.'

'Were you both naked'?

'Yeah.'

'Did you like it'?

'Yeah.'

Another long silence followed. Then we finally headed back to his
house. At this point I knew I'd never see him again. Our friendship
couldn't survive my confession.

When we got back to his house we were silent for a time. I was
trying to get up the nerve to leave. I knew Bobby wanted me to and just was
too nice to say it. Then something funny happened. Bobby poured us a coke
and started talking, trying to reassure me. It didn't matter he said. Guys
do weird things all the time. We were still friends. He didn't feel any
different about me, we were best buddies. Then he started joking with
me. It took a while, but his goofy sense of humor finally got to me. We
were laughing and talking like always.

He asked me to help him out back moving a bunch of wood from the
garage to a pile outside his house. When we were finished, Bobby started
laughing.

'Dang! I smell like a hot horse. I gotta take a bath.'

' 'K. I'll head home.'

'Naw, hang a few minutes. I won't be long. I'll put your bike in
the car and drive you home.  You clean up and we'll go grab a burger.

He went into the bathroom and left the door open. I sat on the
floor out in the hall and we were talking a bit. I heard him undressing and
easing into the tub. We talked a little, but things seemed different. There
was a couple of minute's silence, then I realized I didn't hear the sounds
of Bobby cleaning up.

I tried to make a joke, 'What's taking so long' You need help'?

I just barely heard him reply, 'Well, you could wash my back.'

I walked in the bathroom, nervously. Bobby was in the tub and I was
desperately trying to keep looking at his eyes. I could still see he was
much more muscular than I had thought. There was a nice dusting of brown
hair over his Pecs. A slight treasure trail led down from his navel to the
strategically placed washrag.

Bobby turned his back to the rim of the tub and handed me the
washrag and soap. I knelt down beside the tub, soaped the rag and started
washing at his shoulders. The room was quiet except for the soft splash of
the water. His foot slipped and a small splash went over the tub rim.

'Why don't you take your clothes of Jerry' You don't want them to
get wet.'

I stood and slowly started to take my clothes off, when I realized
Bobby was looking at me in the blurred reflection of the bathroom
tiles. I'm not usually shy. I've got about 6.5 inches, kinda thick,
circumcised but not very hairy.  Wrestling and swimming make me pretty
muscular, but knowing (or hoping) what was coming made me very
uncomfortable.

'Go ahead, Jerry, its okay.'

I finished stripping and knelt by the tub again. I rubbed the
washrag slowly across Bobby'' back for a few seconds, then I stopped and
dropped the rag. I started rubbing my soap coated hands on his
back. Softly, I rubbed his slippery shoulders, the middle of his back, his
sides, all the while feeling the surprisingly hard muscles. Then his hands
came up and firmly gripped my wrists.  He slid my hands around to his
chest. I leaned forward and rested my cheek on his shoulder and kissed the
slippery skin. I felt his hard Pecs and the soft hair that covered them.

Bobby pulled my hands off his chest and submerged to his neck in
the water. Then, as I sat back on my heels, he stood and turned towards me.

His dick was awesome. It was at least seven inches long and
thick. He was uncircumcised and just the tip was showing as it pointed
straight out from his body towards me. I watched the water dripping off his
balls. They weren't huge, but they fit the size of his dick. They hung down
from his crotch almost hairless. His legs had very little hair.

I put my hands on the rim of the tub and rose up to my knees,
putting my face on a level with Bobby's magnificent dick. He rested his
hand on my hair and ruffled it lightly. The reddish tip emerging from the
folded skin around it had all my attention. I saw a drop of milky fluid
ooze from the lips of Bobby's piss slit. The lips looked swollen. I kissed
those lips and tasted the sweet/sour flavor of Bobby the first
time. Bobby's soft sigh and the dripping of water from his body into the
tub were the only sounds. His hand clenched in my hair as I moved my head
forward and slid his foreskin off the head of his dick with my lips and ran
my tongue around the head. Bobby's hand gripped my hair tightly.

'Let's go to my bedroom.'

We walked down the short hall to his room, his hand on my lower
back felt so incredibly hot. I was thinking about wet footprints on the rug
and appreciating, as I usually didn't how much taller Bobby was. We sat on
the edge of the bed and Bobby turned, pulling me to him as he kissed me for
the first time. His lips were open and his tongue slid into my mouth
investigating it like a snake in a cave. His arms wrapped around me holding
me close and I felt his chest heaving against mine. One of his hands was on
the back of my head as if he was afraid I'd try to escape. That was the
furthest thing from my mind. I loved the feel of his face against me, the
slight scrape of his beard stubble against my lips.

His hands slid under my armpits, I felt his body surge as he slid
me onto the bed. He knelt on the bed, his knees between mine, he pressed
his body against mine, forcing me into the mattress as his enormous cock
ground into mine. I'm not a passive sort of guy. I was a really good
wrestler and a highly competitive swimmer. I didn't let anyone dominate me
until now. I enjoyed Bobby taking charge, his strength, his urgency.

I felt his arms go under my legs and grab my shoulders lifting my
butt off the mattress. His mouth surrounded my balls and I felt his tongue
wrapping around them, his spit running between the crack of my butt. He
slid his tongue up the length of my dick, finding the head and began
sucking it, running his tongue, investigating the slit, teasing my dick
lips, then back to my balls, rolling them, sucking them, licking them. Then
he started on my butt. GOD!! I didn't know my butt could feel that way!

His tongue licked my butt hole, lapped at it, and penetrated it. I
was in ecstasy! I was crying and sobbing and laughing. I'm surprised the
neighbors didn't call the cops. I almost groaned as his hungry mouth
abandoned my butt for my balls, then my dick. He swallowed it in one
plunge, the head lodging in the back of his throat, and then continuing on
into the tightest space it had ever experienced' and that includes my
fist. His fingers kept my balls away from the base of my dick as his head
bobbed up and down on my dick. I tried to push him off. I didn't want to
cum in his mouth, I was afraid he'd hate me, but he wouldn't stop! He kept
massaging my dick with his throat, running his tongue over the shaft until
my dick exploded with the biggest cum of my life. I think I blacked out as
the cum exploded out of my dick like water out of a fire hose.

When my brain finally started to function again, I felt Bobby
nibbling on the skin between my balls and my leg as his fingers lightly
pinched my nipples. His nails began to lightly scratch my sides. He moved
his lips to my chest and sucked on my nipples, lightly bit at them, then to
my neck as he sucked and bit at the muscles. That was when I felt the shaft
of his cock sliding over my butt hole, lubricated by his spit. I guess that
was the first time I realized that I was going to get one of my nebulous
fantasies sharpened into reality.

Bobby moved fast then, dropping my legs and putting his knees under
my armpits. His dick was standing out in front of my mouth, just where I
wanted it. I used my hand to slide his foreskin back and slid his dick into
my mouth. The taste was wonderful! Sweet, sour, and surprisingly
slippery. As I sucked it further into my mouth I realized it was still
pumping small amounts of fluid, good tasting fluid. When the huge head of
Bobby's dick hit the back of my throat I was surprised as it opened and
formed a tight sleeve to caress his dick. The feeling in my throat was
awesome, but the feeling in my head, the thought I was giving his dick the
best feeling possible was even better.

'That's it Baby, get it real wet.'

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I watch my saliva run down
his shaft and drip off his balls onto my chin. I heard him fumbling in the
headboard, then saw his hand spreading something on his dick. I guess it
was Vaseline. He groaned deep in his throat. For just a second, I was
afraid he'd cum before I got what, at this point, I wanted more than I'd
ever wanted anything. I wanted that awesome cock inside me.

Bobby scooted down and put his elbows under my knees. He raised my
up and I felt him position the head of his huge dick on my butt hole. He
pushed, gently at first, then with more force as my hole resisted. Then I
opened up, welcoming his hard shaft into my butt. I guess I should have
been afraid or nervous or anticipating pain or something. All I was
anticipating was the feeling of being full of Bobby's hard dick.

Bobby liked what was happening to. 'Oh, Jerry, your ass feels so
good, it's like I've died and gone to heaven. Is it good for you Baby' Do
you like it' Can I fuck you' Can I spill my cum into your sweet ass. Do you
like my big dick up inside you?

What! Bobby never swore! But each time he said one of these course
phrases, he slammed that wonderful dick into me harder and harder. And,
surprise, surprise, it was making me feel so hot! His words and the feel of
his dick sliding over something inside me was making me feel so good!

'God Bobby! Fuck me! Slam that big dick inside me! Cum inside me,
breed me like your mare, Cowboy!'
He rolled me over and I was sitting on his dick, impaled on his big
spike. He kept thrusting it up inside me. At one point he stopped and I
started fucking myself on his dick.  I stopped and sat down hard on him and
started rotating my butt, feeling his cock move inside me.

He rolled me off his dick.

'NO!'

He rolled me on my hands and knees and slammed his cock back inside
me. I actually howled with pleasure. 'Oh Bobby fuck me! Cum inside me! I
want to feel your sperm running out my ass!'

'Baby you got it! I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel my dick
in the back of your throat! You're going to think of me every time you sit
down!  I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.'

Bobby fucked me fast and slow, hard and soft, his sweat dripped on
my back, he bent over and chewed on my neck. I knew I'd have marks from his
teeth and probably bruises from his hands. The whole idea turned me on even
more. I wanted everyone to know I was his.

'Here it comes, Baby, here's my sperm to fill you up. You're mine
now Jerry, You're MINE!'

I actually felt his sperm pour into me, spasm after spasm until it
was running out of my ass and dripping off my balls. At the same time, I
started to cum again. Every time I spurted, my ass spasmed and it dragged a
'Fuck' out of Bobby.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

We lay there in the sweaty sheets, breathing hard, slowly cooling
off.

'Bobby, you've done this before, haven't you?'

'Yeah, Baby, but never like this. Would you like to do it to me?'

'No. At least not for about ten minutes.'

That was the beginning of my senior year in High School. Bobby and
I were an item for the whole year until he moved with his family back to
Texas. I missed him and thought about him for years.