Date: Mon, 02 Jun 2003 20:57:07 -0500
From: Robert Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Skinny Dipping Invaders

It was at the strong suggestion of a friend and former lover, an accountant,
that I decided to buy a house. I was 27 and beginning to make good money. It
made good sense.

I found a house I liked surprisingly fast. The only thing it lacked was a
swimming pool. I had really wanted a house with a pool and a jaccuzi.
Fortunately, the house itself was inexpensive enough, and another friend
helped me get enough financing to make my backyard a secluded pool/garden.

I am a technical writer and do much of my work from home. The house had a
perfect room for that which also had a view across my drive to the neighbor
next store. They had no window looking directly into mine, and the view was
pleasant. Especially when their young son was out playing.

He looked to be 10 or 11 (turned out to be 11). He was slender with long,
lean legs and light blond hair. He was always active, well-tanned, and all
boy. His name was Peter.

I had a longer, nicer drive than his family did, and he used mine often for
skateboarding or bicycling down to cut accross to his back yard. Usually he
dressed in just shorts. I enjoyed watching him.

I am definetely bi. Though I usually love the ladies, I enjoy an occassional
workout with another guy. I find young boys attractive, maybe because I
started so young myself. But I stick to guys at least 18.

It's a real turn-on for me to find a guy attracted to me. I run and swim.
I'm slim; low body fat, 6' 2", with an almost 7 inch cock and deep blue
eyes. I have pretty hairy legs, but am hairless above the crotch. Just a
little line going from cock to navel. My hair is thick, but short; brown
hair that easily turns blondish in the sun. My arm and leg hair are gold.

It was a couple of years after moving in, when Peter was 13 that I had to
leave town suddenly and could find no one to feed my cat. I was often away
overnight (too often for business) and the cat could handle it. This
however, would be over a week. It occurred to me to ask Peter to feed the
cat. He was turning into a knockout 13 and I thought it would be fun to give
him the job. He was delighted.

When I returned several days later, the cat was fine, if fatter. I was a
little disappointed though, when I found a couple of pool items out of place
and decided he had used my pool without asking. But I got over it. I decided
I should have offered him use of the pool anyway, and only told him, "thank
you," when I paid him. It never occured to me that he might decide to use
the pool again, without asking.

About a month later, I was having car problems and had to leave the car with
the dealer on a Friday. They had no loaner, but dropped me back by my house
with the promise to pick me up when the car was ready on Saturday or Monday.

I had worked really late the night before and already canceled out of a
party for that evening. I laid down for a nap. It was almost 11:00pm when I
woke up. I was a little groggy and decided to wake slowly, not even turning
on the lights. My back yard was always lovely at night, especailly in a full
moon like tonight. So I left the house dark as I grabbed a soda and sat down
in my little den to just stare into the yard I loved so much while I tried
to decide whether to go back to bed or go to work in my office.

I had about decided to go back to bed when a movement over my fence caught
my eye. I froze, my heart literally in my throat, as I realized someone had
just jumped my fence. In fact, two someones, as a second shape came over.

As I was reaching for the phone to dial 911, Peter moved out of the shadows
and furtively looked around the yard. He looked at the windows, but
evidently could not see me. Another boy came behind him and goosed him.
Peter jumped and spun around, pushing the other boy back.

Then it occurred to me that because my car was at the top of the drive,
Peter must have decided I wasn't home. He sure did not see any lights on.

In the moonlight it was hard to tell, but the other boy looked to be the
same size and age as Peter, and the same build. I slowly moved further back
into the door from the hall so they would not see me as the came up onto my
patio.

They immediately faced away from each other and began stripping. I could see
both boners clearly as they looked over their shoulders at each other and
slowly turned. Both cocks were nice sized. Peter's had to be about six
inches, which for that age is great. The other boys looked at least as big
as my 7 inches, which goes beyond great for that age.

Pointing at each other's cocks, they started laughing and then shushed each
other. They went to the pool and slipped in, while I came back into the den,
keeping low. For a while they swam around, clowning with each other.
Occasionally, one would get out and jump from the side. The boners had gone,
but their bodies were still beautiful in the moonlight.

Peter was a rough and tumbler. Watching him was watching a little athlete.
The other boy had more graceful movements. His long limbs slashed Peter back
with accuracy and athelticism as well, but watching him was a little like
watching a dancer.

I had a float, the small air mattress kind, in the pool. The other boy
climbed up onto it and lay on his stomach, floating. Gleaming in the
moonlight were his long lines and graceful curve of his boy butt. Nicely
rounded, it looked like a classic little bubble butt. His dark, wet hair was
down to his shoulders. Talk about inviting!

Peter came up under the float and pushed the boy over. They began wrestling
for the float and it looked like some grabbing and poking were going on.

Eventually, the boys huddled together at the side of the pool to my right.
It was maddening. I could only see their heads close together. My
imagination was really going. It looked like they might be stroking each
other, but I couldn't see a thing.

Then first one boy, then the other went under water for several seconds, and
I wondered if they were giving each other head.

I was desperate to see better. My house is only one story, but I thought
about sneaking out front, climbing to the roof and looking down to get a
better view. Hey, I was getting really horny.

Fortunately, Peter sat up on the bank and the other boy moved his head
between Peter's legs. Sure enough, he was taking Peter's cock into his
mouth. You could tell he was an amateur, especially when Peter shoved the
boys head back off. Teeth, I figured.

The boy must have started doing better because things settled down with his
head bobbing up and down slowly on Peter's cock. Then they traded places for
a while.

I had my cock out, slowly stroking. I did not want to cum before the boys,
but damn, I was getting hot.

Peter seemed to be doing the job much better than the other boy had. The
other boy was now squirming a little and had his hands on either side of
Peter's head. But then Peter pulled off. They talked a little, and then the
other boy moved up onto the deck on all-fours while Peter climbed out and
then knelt behind him, obviously getting ready to fuck.

It wasn't working. Peter couldn't get it to go in. They traded places and
the other boy had no better luck. I didn't know how disappointed they were,
but it was all I could do to keep from shouting instructions.

Desperate, and stupid, I ran on tip-toe back to my room, grabbed some lube,
and came running back to the den. The boys were still trying. I crept to the
door, which I had not locked earlier. They were about 15 feet way.

As I swung open the door, I said loudly enough for them to clearly hear,
"You boys need some lubrication for that to work." They froze.

"It's OK guys," I soothed. Boys your age try this stuff all the time. You
just need a little lubrication to get it working; like this." I held up the
little jar.

They just sat there looking at me like dumb sheep, their cocks deflating.
"Really, Peter, it's fine. I did the same thing at your age." (Still do, I
thought.) If it bothers you, I can just leave the jar and go back to bed."
Thinking quickly, I added, "but you guys are hot. I'd love to watch you get
it working and can give you suggestions if you need them.

Peter started getting hard. "Peter," I asked, "what's your buddy's name?"

"Jay," he answered, rising up off his hands to a kneeling position in front
of Jay, which pushed his butt back against Jay's cock. Jay straightened a
little.

"Well, Peter, Jay, you boys are definitely hot. You have great cocks for
your age." And they really were beautiful boys. Up close, it looked like Jay
was dark-haired and darker skinned, but just as lean, with an almost
feminine beauty from his face down.

"You guys getting any pussy yet?" I asked. They shook their heads to say no.

"Getting any head from a girl?" Again they shook, no.

"Well hell then, I said. You guys really ought to finish trying this. It
feels great and beats just jacking yourself off."

Peter said, "I know why you want us to finish," and he looked down at my
crotch. I looked down to discover my own cock ( which was only a little
larger than theirs) sticking straight up from the front of my boxers.

Jay looked, and I swear, his dick jumped out past Peter's butt.

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "I told you guys you were hot. I was ready to come
all over myself watching."

"Here," I said, handing Peter the jar (because I really didn't know Jay
yet), "Just spread a little of this over your cock and a little in Jays
butt. Try it."

Peter reach up and took the jar. Without rising, he opened the jar and felt
it with his fingers. It was the silicon type and felt really cool. He tried
a little on his cock and moaned a little "ummmm." Then he got more and
spread it up and down his cock. Jay was looking over his shoulder.

Peter got up and moved around behind Jay, scooting Jar forward on the deck,
away from the pool. Jay bent over onto his hands as Peter got behind and
spread some into Jay's ass. Now it was Jay who "ummmm"ed.

Then Peter moved forward and placed his cockhead at Jay's hole.

"Just relax, Jay," I told him. "Relax and maybe even push back like your
going to take a dump."

Peter's cockhead popped in as he pushed forward. Then Peter slid on in
easily, and I remembered that at that age, my buddies and I had no problems
either (course we used vaseline).

"Good boy, Pete," I said. "You too, Jay. Now just start moving in and out,
Peter. Fuck him."

And Pete did. First slowly, and then faster, his eyes closed and face
upturned. Jay had his hand around his own cock, stroking slowly.

The moonlight was almost shining off Peter's smooth young ass and back. It
didn't look like either boy had more than just a small patch of hair above
their cocks. Jay's back had a sultrier, glistening sheen. I wanted so badly
to reach out and touch them. I did.

I knelt by the boys with my cock still sticking out through my boxers. I
almost got it caught between them as their bodies came together. As I ran my
hand over Peter's butt and up his back, I whispered encouragements, like,
"Doin good, Pete. Fuck that beautiful butt. Feel that tight ring around your
cock. Feel that tight ass sliding up and down your cock."

Peter's little butt was tight and muscular. I wasn't surprised. I could feel
the muscles moving in it, and in his back. The skin was boy-soft and lightly
brushing my fingers over it, I could feel tiny hairs that had dried in the
evening air. I ran my hands down his legs. They were hard and well-muscled
and slender. There was little hair on them.

I ran my hand up inside his thighs and under his balls. I pressed behind
them, between his legs. He let out an, "Oh, yeah," as I did that and then
cupped his balls.

My cock was at attention, just at his side. I was really hoping Peter would
reach over and touch it. But his hands were now firmly on Jay's hips,
pulling Jay back onto his cock as he plowed forward. The kid was a natural,
but oblivious to me, so I slid around, sliding my hands up Jay's back and
shoulders until I was in front and my cock was almost in his face.

Massaging his shoulders, I told Jay, "Hey Jay, you're doing well. You're a
champ kid. Feels good doesn't it." I was looking under at his rock-hard
cock. He murmured something like, "yeah."

I thought he was my cock too, but then Jay quit stroking himself long enough
to reach up and put his hand around my cock. It was wonderful.

Suddenly, Peter really picked up the pace. "Pete's cumming," I said.

Then, with the cutest whimpering, Pete made a couple of quick jabs and them
held Jay tight, whimpering more.

Then he was done and he pulled out, as simple as that. Jay made a little
grunting sound.

"Give Peter a second to catch his breath," I said, "then you get your turn."

But Peter had gotten his rocks off; maybe he was having second thoughts. But
he said, "Naw, it's not that hot," and fell back into the pool.

"Damn," I cursed. "Hell, Jay. I'm sorry he's chickening out." Besides
feeling sorry for Jay, I was still horny as hell.

Peter came back to the bank and I looked him in the eye as I said, "Shit,
Jay, you can fuck me."

Jay said something I couldn't hear. Learning down, I asked him to say it
again.

"Could you finish fucking me?" he asked. "I almost came, it felt so good."

Well, I had long since forgotten that these were under aged boys, and I was
so hot I would have tried my cat at that point. I did consider a condom, but
it had been a long time since I had done any risky sex and I had just
checked out well a few weeks earlier. "Sure, Jay," I said reassuringly. "You
better fucking believe it," I thought to myself.

While keeping my left hand rubbing his back, I used my right to finally
shuck my boxers and lube up as I moved around behind him. Kneeling behind
him, I forgot about Peter. I was looking down at my cockhead at the entrance
to that beautiful butt. My eyes moved lovingly up from Jay's smooth-skinned
butt to his slender waist and up his slowly tapering back. The long muscles
on either side of the spine were really pronounced, especially since his
back was arched. The muscles from his shoulder to his neck were well
developed and ccame high up his neck. I felt them.

Jay was a bubble butt. I ran my hands over his butt cheeks. They were firm,
but just the tiniest bit soft. The skin was warm and completely smooth. I
ran my hands up to his waist and then down to his hips to hold him as I
pushed in slowly.

My cockhead is bigger than Peter's, but popped in easily after Peter's work,
and I moved in deeper. It was hot. And tight. Even though Jay seemed to have
no trouble with my dick, his hole was as tight as any I'd ever had. And he
felt thicker, like the space between his inner and outer sphincter was
bigger.

When I was fully in, he moaned and lowered his head to the ground. I began
to slide slowly out and then back in. He was so tight and so hot, I wanted
to move slowly. I wanted him to come first.

With my left hand I explored his back. He had good muscles, but he was a
little leaner than Peter. I could feel some of his ribs. With my right, I
reached under and joined his hand on his cock. With my stomach and chest
resting lightly on his back as I fucked, I whispered in his ear how
beautiful he was and how good he felt. I called him, "little champ."

"Damn, Little Champ, you have the softest skin." I reached my left hand
under and ran it up his tight stomach and brushed his nipples. I licked his
neck.

He removed his hand to let me stroke his cock. He was groaning audibly now.

Suddenly I was aware of Peter beside me. He was hard again; very hard. He
leaned forward to ask in my ear, "Could I, um. Could I fuck you Matthew (my
name)?"

I turned my head to look into his pleading face. He was stroking. His cock
looked good enough to eat, but I told him, "Sure. Just ride me as I fuck
incredible Jay."

In less than a breath, he was behind me, lubed, and starting to enter. "Go
slow, big boy," I told him. I was afraid he would stab me. But he did well.

Soon we had a rhythm, with me doing the work, forward into Jay, back onto
Peter, who had me firmly by the hips and fucked me in turn as I moved.

I felt Jay tightening on me. His butt began squeezing me hard. Damn, I hoped
he was coming, because I could not hold back. His groaning quickened. Yes,
he was cumming. And as he did, Peter hit my prostrate and fire went through
me and out my cock. I came hard, and came, and came

Peter kept fucking me as I stopped and whispered to Jay to just pull out
slowly when he was ready. But then I noticed he was still spasming. The kid
was still coming.

Then he stopped, but he did not move. We stayed together while Peter fucked
me faster and harder. I hugged Jay to me, whispering, "Damn good, Little
Champ. I think I'm in love. That was sooooo good." I kissed the back of his
neck. With my hand, I turned his chin so I could kiss him on the cheek.

Peter was ready. Whimpering loudly this time, he came as much as the first
time. He kept pumping, even after he finished. Then sighed and pulled slowly
out, saying, "I really like your butt, Matthew."

And though I was still hard inside Jay, I began to realize that I had just
had sex with underaged kids. I began to go soft.

Peter had already slid back in the water when my soft cock slipped out of
Jay. He let out a little groan and said with a husky little voice, "That was
terrific."

Come on in, I told him as I slid in the water. He just rolled to his side
and looked at me. I liked the look he gave me. It was a look of awe and
perhaps a little hero worship. I remembered a sudden rush of affection I had
for the girl who was my first fuck when we had finished lovemaking. I
wondered if he was having those first fuck good feelings for me.

I could see now he was really beautiful, with wide set eyes, a strong little
chin, a straight, flared nose that invited kissing, and wide, full lips that
invited much more. His hair was long and straight, still wet.

Peter had found a basketball on my patio and began shooting baskets at a
little backboard I had at the other end of the pool. I stepped up from the
water and scooped up Jay in my arms and carried this light, lovely boy to
the water. I floated in front of me, my left arm under his head and
shoulders and my right hand under his butt, with fingers reaching through
his legs to caress his balls and dick. He put his right hand behind me on my
butt and pulled closer while still floating on his back, and he began to get
hard again. So did I.

With my right hand, I continued to stroke his cock and balls and the inner
sides of his thighs. He brought his right hand between us and reached down
for my cock. When Peter wasn't looking, I bent and kissed Jay gently on the
lips.

Then I turned his floating body away from me and came under his legs with my
arms. With my biceps under his thighs and my hands supporting his back, I
raised him so that his cock was out of the water and right before me. I
began kissing the tip and lickng the length and his balls. Then I took it
into my mouth and started sucking.

Peter had noticed and disgustingly said, "You guys doing it again, getting
all queer." But he was watching, interested.

I pulled of Jay and told him to chill out. "You came twice. Let Jay come a
second time." Then I swallowed Jay. His cock was thicker than Peter's and
had a nice crown. It tended to slap up against his belly. I had to have it.

For several minutes I languidly sucked, tongued, shook, twisted and then
finally just began bobbing as I sensed his climax coming. He tried sitting
up more to grab my hair, but started to sink. I told him to just relax and
enjoy it. He did, arching back when the climax came, then clamping his
hairless thighs alongside my head as he pumped sweet, then boy cum into my
mouth.

"Thanks," he purred. Then I thought he was going to just sink under, so I
got him to the side of the pool.

I shot some hoops with Peter and found out Jay was sleeping over with Peter
when they decided I must not be home and wanted to try skinny dipping. Peter
confessed he tried it when he fed my cat. (Probably filled my pool with
cum), but they had not tried it since.

I told Peter I understood why they sneaked in, but that in the future they
needed to ask. Jay had swum up under water and slid his hands up my legs and
cupped my balls before he swam a couple of feet away and surfaced.

Peter announed he didn't think he would try it again. "I like girls," he
said.

"Cool, I said. So do I, and I know Jay must. You're still welcome to skinny
dip the pool with other boys, or girls. Just let me know. I'll stay out of
the way, but may watch from a window if I'm home. It'd be a good show."

"But guys," I continued, "If I hadn't gotten so horny watching you guys, I
would never, ever have done this with you. Even though I messed around like
you at your age, you are way too young for me now. We need to not say
anything to anyone about this or we will all, all of us, be in deep shit.
You guys understand?"

Peter said, "Sure, no sweat," and Jay nodded sincerely.

Tell you what guys, what's done is done. I owe you if you'll keep this
between us and any time you want a suck or fuck, just stop by unless I have
a chick here. Besides, you know I'd love doing this again.

"No sweat, Matthew," Peter answered. "I'm not going to do this again
anyway."

"Well," I told him, "when you get real horny and need your rocks off, it
beats jackin and I'm here. But tonight, I think I'll head on in (thinking I
had another major load to get off). You guys need towels?"

"Naw," Peter answered, and Jay looked at him like he would have liked one,
so I told them I always had some towels in a bin on the porch and showed
them where. They dried off and headed back to Peters, by way of the gate.
Jay passed through after Peter, and turned to give me a wave and sweet
smile.

PETER

My mind was turmoil after that night. I kept alternating between rising lust
as I remembered the lovemaking, budding love as I remembered Jay, and panic
as I remembered Jay. I lived in dread that the boys would tell someone about
what we did.

Over the next few days, I'd wave at Peter when I saw him and he would give a
half-hearted wave back. It was hard to read him. "Not good," I thought. But
then the following Tuesday after school, Peter knocked at the door. I had
seen him coming and opened the door, greeting him warmly.

"How're they hanging, guy?" I asked as he came in. He was in shorts only,
and close up, I was struck again by his stunningly good looks. The shorts
were hanging low. He wasn't wearing underware, and peeking above the waist
of the shorts were the distinct curves of the base of his abdomen, pointing
like an arrow down into his crotch.

Cool. My dad's making me do a lot of chores, but I've caught up a little.
I've been a little horny all day, and I remembered what you said. I could
tell he remembered. The buldge was obvious.

"I gotta get back, but could I have a quick blowjob; a good one, like you
gave Jay?"

I smiled and dropped to my knees in front of the boy. He was a little dirty
and a lot sweaty, but it was heady. I brushed my hands down his front,
tickling his nipples. I tongued his navel, while I pulled down the shorts.

His hard cock sprang up to slap his stomach. I began licking up the inside
of his thighs while my hands roamed the back of his legs and his butt. I
licked up to his balls and licked under them, between his legs where the
base of the cock really is. Then I licked his balls, taking one, then the
other into my mouth.

I licked up the length of his cock and down. Then I twirled my tongue over
the crown and in one swift suck, took the whole thing in. Peter's knees
buckled a little and he put his hands on my head, more to steady himself
than in passion.

But the passion began. I bobbed up and down, deep throating his cock,
burying my face in his pubes, shaking my head, pulling my tongue back and
forth under the length of his cock.

Pete was primed and in no time began whimpering. I decided that his little
sounds were not only cute, but hot as well. I was getting turned on, too. I
noticed his balls drawing up and really began sucking hard and tonguing.
Soon Peter started squirting into the back of my throat.  He tasted good;
also delicious boy-cum, but not as good as Jay's.

Almost as soon as we were done, he pulled out and pulled up his pants. "Hey
thanks, Matt. That was way cool."

Despite his haste, he was a little wobbly. "Peter, would you like a soda or
something to drink?" I asked with a little concerned.

"Sure. You have Dr. Pepper?" Actually I did, and got him one.

We sat on the back patio for a few minutes. He chatted about school. Then
about a video game he wanted. "Hey, Matt, I'm really broke right now. You
have any money lying around I could borrow to get my game?"

I wondered if the little twirp was trying to extort some money. I took a
chance. "No Matt. Sorry. I just paid bills and have to get some groceries."

"Cool," he shrugged it off and stood up to start to go.

"Sorry, Peter. Wish I could help you."

"No, it's cool." He took a couple of steps toward the gate, then turned,
"Hey, Matt, do you have any sexy pictures?"

"Not really, Pete, I mainly get some off the net. Sometime I could show you
around." I had visions of him sitting in my lap as we toured hot gay boy
sites.

"Great. See ya!"

JAY

Two days later, Thursday, I was working hard under a deadline for an
important job, when the doorbell rang. I almost ignored it, but after recent
events, decided I better check it out.

It was Jay. In the daylight, he looked almost more like a lovely young girl,
with lithe limbs, fine features, curving eyebrows, flawless complexion,
light blue eyes, and a gracefully relaxed posture. Not a sign of facial
hair. His hands were slender with long fingers. His eye lashes were long,
and the eyelids had a lighter coloring, like some girls try to achieve with
makeup. Yet he definitely was a boy. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed
long muscled arms with veins standing out. His baggy shorts revealed legs
with defined muscles and hairless calves. (I found out later that he had
some Native American blood, which explained the lack of body hair and, the
long cock.) Despite his bubble butt, there was no fat on him. He was
barefoot.

One other thing I found encouraging. He smelled good. He had put on some
scent, and his hair was in a neat pony tail, tied well at the back of his
head.

"Hi, Jay. Come on in."

Jay looked around nervously and came in. After I closed the door behind him,
he kept looking at the floor and was quiet. "Well, how are you doing, Jay,"
I asked.

"Fine."

"How can I help you."

"Oh, he said, "Pete's got tennis lessons tonight and I thought I would just
stop by to say hi." He still had not looked at me.

"I'm really glad you did, guy." I told him. "I've been thinking about you,
wondering how you are. I was hoping you were ok after the other night."

He looked up into my eyes and said with a very serious, shaking voice, "I've
been thinking about you every day, Matthew. The other night was so cool. I
just keep remembering and getting so hot for you. I want to make love with
you. But I had to wait until Pete wasn't around. I didn't want him to know
or mess it up. Since he's gone for a couple of hours, I thought I would see
if you are busy. But if you are, I can come back, or not come back if you
really don't want to do that again." His voice was choking and he was
backing toward the door.

I stepped forward and put my arms around him. I looked into his eyes, which
surprised me because they were a beautiful brown with little gold
highlights. I placed my lips on his and we began to kiss. I kissed him
deeply and he began kissing back. My hands slid down to his butt and I
pulled him to me, but he was a little short, so I really pulled him to my
leg, and we ground together a little.

Gently, I swept him up in my arms and carried him to my bed, where I laid
him down on his back in the middle and I laid down on my side facing him. I
leaned over to kiss him lightly. He reached up and put a hand behind my head
as he kissed back. I rolled my body onto his. I was taller, so my cock
pressed his leg while his rubbed my gut.

So I moved my knees between his legs and lowered my crotch onto his. Then as
I ground my cock on his I bent to kiss him. He ground back. Then we kissed
deeper as we ground together.

I began tonguing and kissing down his neck. I breathed gently in his ears.
Then I reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He had large
nipples.

I kissed and licked down his neck and chest to his nipples. I tongued and
kissed each, brushing my teeth lightly over them. His taste was a little
salty and musky, but clean.

Next, I began kissing down his belly, down that little crease in the abbs,
licking and kissing; kissing down to his navel which showed above his pants.
I tongued and sucked it as I pulled his pants down. No underwear. His cock
sprang up and lay on his stomach.

I kissed down to it, then down his belly, dragging my tongue alongside his
cock. I licked under his cock. I licked his balls and mouthed them. Then I
licked under his balls, down between his legs. Then up the balls again.

Jay was squirming and moaning. I licked up the length of his cock, then
swirled my tongue around the crown. Then I put my lips around it and began
taking him into my throat while I tongued him. By the time my mouth reached
his pubes, he was squirming and moaning. His balls were all the way up. And
he came copiously into my throat and mouth, just as delicious as at the
pool.

"Hey, Little Champ. How was that?"

His eyes were closed and he smiled broadly and "ummmmmm"ed.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "Your turn now, Matthew."
and he started to roll onto his hands and knees.

But I stopped him. "No, no. Take it easy. Just lay back down."

I stripped and kneeling between his legs, laid my now naked cock onto his
and again bent down to kiss him as we ground our cocks together. He had not
really gotten soft and was stiffening quickly.

Again I did the tongue and kissing trip down his body, using my hands to
massage his breasts, then his inner thighs. This time, when I got below his
balls with my tongue, I raised his legs with my hands and tongued down his
crack. It was actually the first time I had tried tonguing a guys butt. I
always thought it would be gross. But Jay's smell and taste were
intoxicating. My cock got as hard as I can ever remember it as I began
licking his butt hole and pushing my tongue in.

Though I would have been happy doing that for a long time (and Jay was
writhing like he was really enjoying it), my cock was crying for attention.
I rose up and reached to the side table for lube.

I lubed us both, and practically threw the bottle away. Then I put Jay's
legs on my shoulders and placed my cock at his hole. I looked up at him. He
was smiling at me. "Cool," he said.

I began to push in slowly, but Jay was having no trouble taking it. Soon I
had slid all the way in. My balls were on his butt and it felt so good. His
butt was tight on my cock and I was pressing hard into him.

I pulled out, and then pushed back in, beginning a rhythm. Jay began to get
into it, moaning and relaxing. His legs slid of my shoulders to the sides.
He was increibly limber. I stuck a small pillow under his butt and laid
myself down on him. His cock was actually squeezed pretty well between our
hard abbs. As I moved in and out of his butt, I made it a point to slide
myself up over his cock and back.

He was actually beginning to let out short little cries of pleasure. I
placed my lips on his. We kissed deeply and he pressed his bent legs against
my sides. We were intwined. I have never been more closely coupled with
anyone. We were one in body and in heart and in mind.

I fucked him for a long time before I could keep down my orgasm no longer.
Pumping faster and deeper, I could not hold our kiss and laid my face into
his shoulder, gently biting his collarbone and making Peter type whimpers
into him as my ogasm rose and came over me in wave after wave. He was
squeezing my cock with his butt. He was coming too.

We laid there a long time. I raised my face and kissed him. "That ok, Little
Champ?"

He smiled and closed his eyes and pulled my face down to his. We kissed, and
I stayed hard.

"Damn, Little Champ," I whispered in his ear. I'm never going to get soft
this way. I'm ready to fuck again."

"Do it."

"Are you sure? Are you sore? Can you handle it?"

"Oh, I'm fine," he purred. "I'm still hard too."

I place my lips on his and wrapped my arms around him, beginning a slow
movement in and out. We began to build faster, and then I carefully rolled
us so he was on top, staying imbedded in him the whole time.

I began pumping up into him and told him to start fucking me back. He tried
a few tentative movements up and down before he finally settled on a more
sliding motion. The feeling was incredible, evidently for both of us.

Jay kept repeating, "Yeah, fuck me. Yeah, fuck me."

I was running my hands up and down his smooth thighs that were alongside me.
I reached for and cupped his balls. I began stroking his cock. Then I spit
up both my hands and began rubbing his cock between them as we fucked faster
and faster.

Suddenly he was coming and it was shooting up between my hands, up my chest,
hitting my neck and face. I arched my back and pushed my whole body up with
my heels digging into the bed and I came again and again.

As we relaxed, Jay began rubbing his cum into my chest while I rubbed and
massaged his thighs and we talked.

He told me that he and Peter had spied on me fucking a guy at my pool a few
weeks before and that is when they decided to try it. Jay told me that while
they were watching me, he fell in love with me and my body. I was so
in-charge, but gentle. He said I was very handsome.

But then Jay said he had to leave. He had to get home. I knew there would be
more. I hoped there would be with Peter, too. But I was also afraid of
Peter. Afraid he might try blackmailing me, the little bugger. I wondered
whether I would have to move away now; try to get out of town before
anything happened.

But all that can be followed up in other stories.



I hope someone enjoyed this. If you did, please let me know because I am
thinking of writing more stories, but not if there is no one reading these.
If you do email me (btoMandback@hotmail.com), maybe you can let me know
which of the following story ideas I have you would be interested in.

I intend to write stories about true experiences, either my own or that were
told to me. The story about Peter and Jay was told me by the guy I called
Matthew. Obviously, I changed some names and details to protect the
innocent, and guilty. I can continue the story, fleshing it out, as they
say.

     Other stories I've been told I would like to write about are,

Roomate - Another story from Matthew. He had just left college and was
starting his first job when he responded to a roommate wanted classified ad.

Camping - A dad and son camping at a lake and learning about nature. Didn't
know the dad that well, but hot story.

Personal Trainer - A friend of mine who's a triathalete and personal trainer
at a local sports club told me this one about the time two teenagers
befriended him and asked for help with a workout program

Bare Bellies - A guy I knew. (Knew his son two). The dad started messing
around with his son when he was between two and three. His son like to come
up to the dad when the dad was lying on his back reading or watching TV. The
boy would pull up his shirt and his dad's shirt. Then he would straddle his
dad's waist and lay down his bare tummy on his dad's, obviously loving the
sensation.

Friend's sister - Started when a friend of mine who was about 13 at the time
accidently walked in on his buddy's sister in the bathroom. Then she got
revenge and it went on from there.

     Stories I would like to write up from my own life are,

Beginnings - I started at age 12 messing with other boy scouts and swim team
buddies, so there's lots of bb, bt, tt.

Personal coach - I was a year younger than my classmates, so for a long time
I was smaller, but a cute kid with a good size cock and always a smart ass.
When I was a high school freshman, the seniors loved to strip off my pants
(or shorts in gym) and they would put them in awkward places, like the top
of the stadium. Usually they let me keep my jock and shirt, but one day they
took the jock too. When I came back to the gym with just a shirt pulled
down, my coach (who I suspected liked boys) decided I needed swats (yeah,
they still gave them back then) for running around like that. So he took me
into his office.

My little sister - Yeah, started with babysitting.

First woman pussy - I was surprised into sex with a prostitute in Mexico
when I was almost 15. Surprising, all the girls at school were much more
interested in me after that. Turned me straight for a few months.

Game buddy - When I was 16 I was part of a small computer game club where
you put together really complicated moves and entered them online. There was
only one other member in my area, a nerdy, but cute 12 yo.

Jenny - Straightened me out again for a few months my last year before
college.

College - My gay relapse.

Brown Sugar - While in college, the best night of sex I have had in my life,
and the encounters that followed.

Pool stories - I have been a swimmer all my life and thought I'd write about
a few things I saw while swimming and after, like...the young teenage swim
instructor who liked teaching little boys and girls; the guy in his 20s who
kept hanging around the kids at the public pool; or how the swim team suits
would get thinner and thinner as the season wore on; or the 10 year old boy
and his little sister; or the boys and the jets; or the teen age boy and
girl in the corner of the deep end one night; or vacumming my dad's pool
(yep).

Married and going straight - for a while.

Getting seduced at the gym.

The twin boys next store.

The teenage attendant at the gym.

And many more. Or maybe you have a story you would like me to write up. I
prefer true stories, but can try fantasy. With true stories, I am obviously
going to change names  and details.

Email me at: btoMandback@hotmail.com

