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Bobby, Steve and Me
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)

***

Three young 7th grade Catholic school boys get to know 
each other very well. (mmm-teens, 1st-gay-expr, orgy)

***

Bobby, Steve and I were 13, in the 7th grade at a 
Catholic middle school in the midwest. I'd been jacking 
off for a couple of years already, and had even fumbled 
around screwing my three girl cousins, which I enjoyed 
immensely but probably didn't do very well; still, I 
though it was great. I was a horny Irish kid, ready to 
screw about anything. 

Every night in bed I jacked off a couple times thinking 
of my current "love," one of the girls in my class -- 
my love changed now and then as I became fascinated by 
first one girl and then another. And that was on top of 
jacking off during the day whenever I got a chance -- 
at school, in the john at home, and just about anywhere 
that the mood hit me and I thought was safe. 

Anyway, Steve and Bobby were good buddies in seventh 
grade. We talked a lot about sex, girls, jerking off, 
etc., which led to more and more joking around about us 
doing a "circle jerk." Sometimes my little prick would 
get hard and all creamy just talking about it. I 
noticed that the other guys' pants sometimes showed a 
hard-on or a wet spot as well, and that made me even 
hornier.

Steve was tall and thin, a nice looking. He had a habit 
of licking his upper lip with his tongue when he was 
"thinking," or searched his memory for an answer to 
some problem. I never knew if anyone else noticed or 
thought about that, but watching him do that always 
turned me on. I just found it very sexy. In fact, it 
probably was the reason I first started talking about 
sex with Steve. Bobby was about my height and weight, a 
really cute kid with a good sense of humor, although a 
little shy.

Steve's and Bobby's families were both socially well-
connected -- a businessman and a dentist, and they 
already knew each other well. I was something of a 
newcomer (no pun intended!), having transferred into 
Catholic school from public school in the seventh 
grade. But the guys gave me their friendship readily, 
and we became fast friends -- based mostly, I imagine, 
on our mutual interest in sex.

Finally one day after getting ourselves pretty turned 
on with talking about sex, we all three agreed to go to 
my house after school. Both my parents worked until 
5:30 or so, and we got out of school at 3:30. We 
planned to jack off and even talked about "doing it" to 
each other, meaning we would put our little dicks up 
each others' butts. I don't think I'd ever done that 
before, but I had so many sexual experiences as a young 
kid I'm not sure. Anyway, I was sure it would be fun so 
it (butt fucking) was fine with me. I soon learned that 
both of them had the same "let it happen" attitude, 
very open and uninhibited.

When we got to my place, for some reason we weren't the 
least bit embarrassed about anything -- probably 
because we were just so damned horny. We quickly 
stripped down our pants and shorts and for the first 
time enjoyed the sight of our three naked young pricks, 
stiffer than the big pointer our nun-teacher always 
carried around to whack our knuckles or heads with. 
Only these three rods were for a different kind of 
whacking. 

All of us had creamed our shorts in anticipation until 
they were really damp in front, so I knew Bobby and 
Steve were as excited as I was. We laughed about 
"creaming our jeans," except being in Catholic school, 
we never wore jeans, only dress pants. So, there we 
were, naked as jaybirds with our little pricks sticking 
straight out.

I wasn't about to waste time. Using the early-teen 
standard "two-finger" grip, I started stroking and 
playing with my dick and Bobby and Steve followed suit 
-- each of us watching the others intently. Soon, each 
of us was reaching out to hold a different prick and 
see what it felt like. It was strange, but nice. Their 
dicks definitely felt different from mine, and I'm sure 
mine felt different to them as well.

This was by no means the first time someone else had 
touched my young dick. My girl cousins had more than 
touched it, and a guy in the park had shown me how to 
jack off a few years earlier. But I didn't remember 
their touches as being anything like this. Maybe it was 
because I was a little older, now, but for whatever 
reason -- Boy! Did it ever feel good. Two things 
impressed me immediately. 

First, someone else's hand on my peter felt much, much 
better and totally different than my own hand. A kind 
of electricity passed when either Bobby or Steve 
touched me, and from our conversation they had the same 
experience. 

Second, I was immediately "in love" with anyone giving 
me pleasure that way. Too young to know anything about 
being gay, I just knew I liked these guys very, very 
much and felt extremely close to them as their young 
hands played with my pride and joy and I played with 
theirs.

Our apartment had a big couch that made into a bed 
where I slept at night. I quickly made it down so we 
could all fit on it together. It was clear we were 
getting really excited by it all. 

Steve was especially eager in his touching. He stroked 
my leg, then my balls and my butt as well as my prick. 
God, he made it feel soooo good. I was busy doing the 
same things with Bobby, lying next to me. We were lying 
on the couch-bed; with me between Steve and Bobby. 

I took Steve's circumcised cock (his was the biggest 
one of the three, too, maybe four inches long) in my 
hand, and started stroking him. I noticed that it got 
harder and kind of jumped a lot as I handled his prick 
and balls -- especially when I pulled the outer skin 
far down on his shaft. He'd moan when I did that, too. 

I was surprised how hot and hard another hard cock 
felt, and yet at the same time how fleshy it was, so 
that it "gave" when I squeezed it. I also noticed that 
when I squeezed it really hard, Steve moaned and that 
some clear stuff came out the end.

Bobby watched us with his mouth open and his eyes wide 
open. With my free hand, I reached over and wrapped my 
fingers around his hand which was wrapped around his 
own prick. I was having a blast! A circumcised prick in 
each of my hands (Hey! We were all good Catholics!) and 
another boy's hand on my own young hard-on. Bobby was 
grinning and moaning and kind of humping his hips, so I 
figured he was having a great time, too. Steve was just 
laying there as I stroked his young cock, his eyes 
closed, and his hips were moving back and forth so he 
kind of jacked himself in and out of my hand. His prick 
was all slippery from his juices and that made my hand 
move over his little shaft much easier. Bobby was 
rubbing me wherever he could reach.

As we played with each other, we started talking about 
girls and things we'd like to do to them. One of us 
said something about how much he'd like to kiss and 
play with Beverly -- and we all agreed. Beverly was a 
really cute girl in our class whom everyone liked and 
lusted after I'm sure. I told them about the time on 
the way home when I saw Beverly fall and her school 
skirt flew up giving me an open view of her white 
cotton panties. 

I'm not certain how it started, but pretty soon Bobby 
and I were kissing, showing how we'd like to kiss 
Beverly. Kissing him was just as nice as kissing a 
girl. I couldn't get enough! Apparently he couldn't 
either. We kind of turned toward each other, Steve's 
hand started sliding my prick-skin up and down.

Then Steve closed up against me, pushing his cock 
against my butt and turning my head with his hand to 
he, too, could kiss me and then Bobby. Pretty soon the 
kissing didn't have anything to do with Beverly, it 
just felt real, real good. 

Now, at that age, thoughts of "queer" hadn't really 
entered your mind yet, so it seemed very natural. And 
sexy, Wow! Kissing Bobby and Steve was every bit as 
exciting as kissing any girl, I was sure... it just 
felt wonderful. I'd never really kissed a girl, though, 
so all I could do was guess. Our young dicks just got 
harder and harder as we kissed and played with each 
other. Man, were we ever creaming now! We were really 
getting hot -- hotter than I'd ever been.

Pretty soon, Steve gave another hard push against my 
butt and his cock slid between my thighs. He sighed and 
said he wished he could slip it into Beverly. Bobby and 
I agreed quickly, repeating, "Man that would be so 
great," over and over as we played with each other. It 
wasn't long before we were talking about "corn-holing" 
and how that worked, as we jacked off and kissed.

When Steve finally offered to let me put mine in his 
bottom if I wanted to, I was eager to try it. I got 
really excited, and kissed him more and harder. Soon, 
he rolled over onto his stomach, and kind of pushed his 
butt into the air. I got on my hands and knees above 
him, my prick bouncing around down by his young, slim 
butt. He reached back and kind of pulled his cheeks 
apart a little. I found his hole and started pushing it 
in. 

It took a while to get the head of my dick inside his 
butt, none of us knowing then anything about how much 
easier some lubrication would have made it. Still, with 
all of clear, slippery stuff I was creaming, pretty 
soon I just kind of "popped" inside his butt. I pushed 
slowly in and out, going deeper each time until it was 
all the way in -- all three or so inches. Then, God, it 
felt like heaven. I almost passed out it was so 
overwhelmingly good.

When I started fucking in and out of him a little, 
Steve started moaning with pleasure. I forgot about 
Bobby until, after a few minutes, I felt him moving 
behind ME. I looked back at him, and saw him looking 
down at my ass, and I could tell he wanted to do to me 
what I was doing to Steve. That turned me on so much 
more than I already was -- the idea of him doing me 
while I was doing Steve. So, I told Steve to just lie 
still for a minute. I reached one hand behind me to 
help Bobby by pulling my ass cheeks apart. 

He kneeled up close and started pushing his dick into 
me. It felt so strange, his young knob pushing against 
my hole. He had the same problem I'd had, not quite 
enough lubrication, but I instinctively pushed back 
against him, opening myself up a little, and with all 
his cream he soon gained a foothold and then slipped 
into me for a full entrance. 

Pretty soon, Bobby was pushing in and out of me, and 
after a few fumbles we three got a rhythm going with 
our young bodies. There was something about the feeling 
of Bobby's prick up my ass that really made it feel 
even better to have my prick up Steve's. I didn't know 
anything about prostates then. I just knew it felt ... 
not just good, not just very, very good, but superbly 
excellent. In addition, there was a feeling of 
comradeship among the three of us that was especially 
warm and intimate. We liked each other a lot, and 
trusted each other. All in all, it was very rewarding, 
very excellent.

Pretty soon I reached around and under Steve's belly to 
grasp his stiffie. He raised up a little to give me 
access and I can remember to this day how wet it was 
and how hot and "manly" he felt in my hand, especially 
with my dick up his butt and Bobby's dick in my own 
butt -- all of us moving and moaning and "ooohing" and 
"aaahhhing."

So it didn't take long until I knew I was going to "get 
that feeling" (cumming was still fairly new to me, and 
to them as well, so we didn't really know what to call 
it yet!). I DID know, though, that when I "got that 
feeling" it was fantastic, kind of like letting urine 
go when you need to, only much, much better. 

I got lost in the feelings of letting myself go inside 
Steve, moaning and grunting; and then heard Bobby 
moaning real loud. At the same time, I felt something 
wet in and around my bottom that somehow made my own 
"feeling" God-awful intense. It may have been one of 
the best, most enjoyable cums in my life; I almost 
passed out. Later, both Bobby and Steve said it was the 
most fantastic thing either of them had ever felt.

That was our first time, but not our last. Over the 
next months, all three of us hung out together, 
kissing, jacking, and fucking each other every chance 
we got. Sometimes we'd go to my place, and other times 
we went to the fenced back yard of a deserted old shack 
about a block from school and got naked among the weeds 
there. We laughed and played and satisfied our little 
peckers to no end.

It wasn't long before we started sucking each other, 
and that was another "fun thing" to add to our play. It 
may have been the best, 'cause it was really great and 
didn't involve the unpleasant aspects of using each 
other's poop-shutes. The only bad part was that we 
didn't want to suck each other after we'd been up one 
or the other's butt, so we finally figured out that if 
we jerked off and sucked first ... then we could fuck, 
if we wanted to.

We had some really great times together. I wasn't 
confessing any of this stuff in confession, and I doubt 
they were either. As for me, it didn't really matter. 
Two priests at our church and school were known to be 
always trying to get with the altar boys (which Steve, 
Bobby, and I all were), so I didn't really take the 
religion thing very seriously, anyway. And this was in 
the 40s! After about a year, my folks moved to the 
north part of the state, and Steve, Bobby and I lost 
contact.

I never enjoyed a closeness and trust anything like 
that again. But I sure remember those times, and get 
hard as a rock remembering we three handsome young kids 
going at it with each other so much. Over the years 
since, I've probably jacked off a hundred times to 
those memories.

But about four years later, we moved back there. I went 
to public school upon our return, and never ran into 
the guys until I started roller skating at a big new 
skate arena in our town. I'd been skating there about a 
year when all a sudden Steve started skating there, 
too, and we got reacquainted. Oddly, we didn't even 
mention sex for a long time; too embarrassed, I guess. 
Bobby, I found out from Steve, had been sent off by his 
parents to a military school. I've always liked to 
think he had a great time there.

Then one night after practicing for an upcoming skating 
show, I had my old beat-up Chevy and Steve was going to 
call for a ride home. So I offered to take him, and he 
took me up on it.

First we stopped at a nearby Chili café and had a 
snack. Skating is hard work, you know. Finally, we got 
to talking and our eyes started kind of making that 
"contact" where you know there's something more than 
usual there. Then for the first time, we talked softly 
about our past times together, chuckling and grinning 
as we remembered. 

When we left, I suggested a drive out through a new 
subdivision. It was a beautiful spring night, balmy, 
pleasant, and full of life energy -- sexual energy, of 
course. The moon was big and full, and there were 
pleasantly cool fall breezes. I drove out to the 
deserted subdivision, parked and turned out the lights. 
We talked about the skating show for a while, then got 
around again to remembering times before.

One of us -- I don't remember which -- said something 
like, "I'd like to do some of that again... wouldn't 
you?"  I know I looked down at Steve's trousers and 
they were tented up just like mine were. I slowly 
reached over and filled my hand with his pants and 
cock, and he quickly did the same to me. We had leaned 
toward each other to do that, and just naturally fell 
into a soft, sliding, brushing kiss.

This kiss was different than four or five years ago. 
Then it had been kisses of innocence with that special 
"first time" excitement. This time, it was more about 
pure sexuality, and both of us felt the difference, I'm 
sure. Our kisses were more adult, gentler yet more 
skilled and more passionate. 

I soon felt Steve's hand working on my zipper, which 
gave way and slid down. He reached inside my boxers and 
Damn! His hand felt so super on my hard cock. "You're 
so wet," he said, chuckling.

"Aren't you?" I asked, already working his pants open. 
My question was soon answered as I reached in to free 
his cock from his boxers: Yes, he was wet all over the 
head and most of his shaft. 

I was immediately surprised to see how much his had 
grown -- his cock was probably in the 7" range, maybe a 
little longer. It was thin, but not overly so.. My own 
cock was exactly 6-1/2" hard (I'd measured several 
times!) and a little thicker. I remember thinking right 
then that we had a pair of really good looking, well 
formed cocks. And right then, I wanted to taste 
Steve's.

But he beat me to it, dropping toward my lap to kiss my 
glans, then slipping it into his warm, wet, mouth. I 
felt like I was melting like a chocolate bar in the 
sweet heat of his mouth. I couldn't reach his cock 
while he sucked me, so I just leaned back and relaxed 
and let Steve work his magic. And he did. He pulled my 
pants and shorts down and I kicked them off one leg so 
I could spread out for him. His hands found my balls 
and shaft, and massaged them. It all just felt great.

He swirled his tongue around my glans, around and 
around, focusing on that super sensitive spot on the 
underside just below the slit where the glans separates 
and is tied to the shaft. He slipped his mouth off and 
back onto me, taking only the head into the moist eat 
of his mouth... on, off... on, off... twisting around 
and back. My cock was twitching and swelling in pulses, 
and I could feel my anus clench in what I knew was a 
pre-cum frenzy. My buttocks were moving, pushing my 
cock into his face.

I took his head in my hands, roughing up his hair, 
rubbing his neck and shoulders. Suddenly, he plunged 
slowly but insistently down onto my shaft, taking me 
deep into his mouth and throat until I felt his lips 
pressing into my hair around my balls. He was moaning 
deeply, and I could feel the vibration of his moaning 
in my shaft and nuts as his mouth kind of rotated back 
and forth. That was all it took.

"Oh god! I'm cumming, Steve," I warned him, but he 
didn't even pause, just kept on sucking my young cock. 
I groaned aloud and raised my hips in the air to help 
him and in that balmy night air, like an animal in the 
throes of pleasure, as I shot off in his mouth, my hard 
young prick a fountain of cream, squirting jet after 
jet into his hot, willing mouth. I was surprised at how 
quickly it had come upon me and how intense it was..

If I had thought that Steve would mind me cumming in 
his mouth, I'd have been dead wrong. Steve sucked me 
dry and made soft mewing noises as he did. I collapsed 
into a heap, breathing as hard as if I had just run the 
mile. When he straightened up, he was looking into my 
eyes and we just gazed at each other for a few minutes. 
Then I glanced down at his cock, still exposed and 
still hard as a rock, now all shiny with its own 
slippery juice spread liberally.

That sight was like a powerful magnet to me. I just 
leaned over and sucked his head into my mouth, at the 
same time starting to pull his pants and shorts down so 
I could get to him better. And then I made love to his 
beautiful cock. I couldn't take all of him, but I took 
most, and gave him as good as he'd given me I think, 
playing with his balls and rubbing his thighs and 
buttocks as I sucked and slurped and twirled him with 
my tongue. I consider myself kind of an artist in sex, 
very sensitive and tender. 

I must have done well, because soon he moaned out, 
"Ohhh, I'm almost there... I won't be able to stop..." 
I knew that was his way of asking if I wanted to pull 
away, but I also knew that after the way he'd taken me 
I couldn't possible not do as much for Steve. 

So, I just mumbled, "Cum for me, buddy..." and I had no 
sooner gotten it out than he did just that. Hands on my 
head, he pushed himself even deeper into my throat and 
started squirting and moaning, humping my face. My 
hands on his butt pulled at him, showing it was okay. 
He finally tensed hard, let out one final groan, and 
then relaxed back into a limp heap, exhausted. 

I had never taken a guy's load before, although I had 
sucked cock a couple of times. Not knowing exactly what 
to expect, I was kind of stymied with the thickness of 
his cum. It didn't taste bad, just a little salty and 
musky -- which I kind of liked -- it just was kind of 
hard to get down my throat. But after a few swallows, I 
managed to handle it. A few sips of what was left of my 
Coke from the café washed it down and made everything 
okay again.

I sat up, watching Steve. He looked really happy, 
really relaxed. I leaned back down and licked his still 
half-hard cock clean. It was heavy, I remember 
thinking, a weighty piece of meat. I sucked it into my 
mouth again one last time and felt Steve kind of pull 
back. 

"It's so sensitive right now," he said. Yeah, I knew 
what he was talking about.

After that, Steve and I became close buddies. We never 
actually thought of ourselves as lovers, although we 
repeated our sexual contact several times. We never got 
around to corn-holing as we had as kids, but we did a 
lot of sucking and jacking together, and one night we 
got into a heavy petting session -- intentionally, this 
time, just to get ourselves turned on intensely before 
sucking each other.

Then Steve left for college back east, and I never saw 
him again. I think about him a lot though, and always 
wish for another, similar relationship with a guy where 
we had the trust and intimacy Steve and I enjoyed. 

***

[Note: This is mostly a fantasy story, with a few real-
life experiences woven into the tapestry. Tinman writes 
for fun and profit. Well... mostly for fun, I admit. 
But I consider it "profit" when I succeed in turning 
people on and producing sexual excitement in another 
human being -- erections, wetness, intercourse, 
fellatio, orgasm. In fact, that may be my most 
important contribution to humanity. If so, I haven't 
failed. Feedback about YOUR reaction to my stories is 
very welcome and eagerly sought. Send all via email to: 
jctinman9@hotmail.com.]

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