Bobby's Sexual Adventures Part I: The Ymca

[Bobby Briggs]

Hello all!

People who have followed my posts may have already read my erotic stories. However, they are currently all in one very gigantic thread all bundled together; I have decided to separate my stories out into separate chunks for easier reading. The first story is The YMCA, followed by Bobby Returns To The YMCA, then Bobby's Sleepover, Bobby's Swim Coach, Bathhouse Bobby, and then the latest story, which is still a continuing, ongoing one, Bobby Goes To College. Here is the first tale, The YMCA, which was my first crack at writing an erotic story. A little later, I will post Bobby Returns To The YMCA in a separate thread.

Bobby had never been to a YMCA before. When he was a younger, his dad had taken him a few times to a gym in the neighborhood, a pool, tennis courts, and a small weight room. Aside from that, Bobby had always gotten his exercise in the outdoors: running, swimming, biking. He had never been nude in a public environment before, and he found the idea terribly exciting.

Bobby had heard that the downtown YMCA had a reputation for being a cruisy place. Again, Bobby had never cruised before and still didn’t quite understand the concept, but when he heard that the Y had a locker room with totally open showers, as well as a sauna, steam room, and whirlpool jacuzzi that most of the men used in the nude, he found himself getting very excited and called them to inquire about a guest pass. He was told that for only $10.00, he could get in for an entire day and see if he liked the place.

Bobby had no intention of working out today. He did plenty of that most every day. Today, his goal was to pay the $10.00 and go directly to the locker room and strip.

When he entered the building, he was greeted by a very friendly and very gay looking man behind the front desk. The man was tall, dark, and handsome, and looked to be between the age of 25 and 30. Bobby paid his $10.00 and was told where to go in the elevator. “Have a good time,” the man said to him as he walked away. Bobby turned around and the man winked at him.

Bobby took the elevator up to the fourth floor. The doors opened and revealed a long, white hallway. In front of the sign marked “MENS’ LOCKER ROOM,” there was a table stacked with clean white towels. Bobby grabbed three and continued into the locker room.

As soon as he entered, he felt himself developing an erection. There were naked men EVERYWHERE. Bobby couldn’t believe the way all these guys were just walking around, totally in the buff, penises swinging to and fro. There was a totally naked 20-something Asian shaving his face in front of the mirrors, and another naked guy standing under one of the hairdryers, eyes closed. For a minute, Bobby just stood at the entrance to the locker room, staring at these men. Then he realized he was probably being very obvious and proceeded forward, towards the lockers. He had brought his own lock and pulled it out of his backpack. He opened the locker and began emptying his pockets onto one of the shelves inside. Next, he nervously looked around, and then he began to strip.

He started by sitting on a bench in front of the locker and removing his shoes and socks. He noticed his hands were actually shaking a little. This was all new to him. He had never had to shower with his classmates after gym class (although he’d secretly wished that this had been required) and he’d never been in a gym environment like this before. Bobby had just turned 18 and was still in high school, graduating in two months.

Bobby took off his shirt and threw it into the locker. Next, he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, unzipped the zipper, and slid them off. Now he stood in only his tight black boxer briefs. The bulge in his briefs was clearly evident as he was still fighting off a raging erection. One more time, he looked to his side at the other naked guys, and then finally he slipped off his underwear, threw them in the locker, and put the lock on. Now he was completely naked, with only a towel tossed over his shoulder.

He wondered what the etiquette was, now. Should he wrap the towel around his waist while he walked around the locker room? Some guys were doing that, sure, but the majority of the men were just walking around without anything covering them. Heart beating ferociously, Bobby walked across the locker room, totally naked, penis swinging against his legs, and headed towards the showers. On his way, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror.

Bobby was half-Italian, giving his skin a darker complexion, especially when the weather was hot. He had a six pack and washboard abs that he was very proud of from many years of intense work-outs, and his body was almost completely hairless. His penis was around 7.5 inches when it got hard, and he was lucky enough to be uncircumcised. His kept his entire pubic region totally shaved, and he had just shaved the entire area, including his balls, before he came here today. Looking around, he noticed that most of the other men were also completely shaved. Right now, his cock was in the first stages of getting hard. He liked the way it looked now, cuz it wasn’t soft and flaccid, but it also wasn’t a raging flagpole. It just looked big and impressive, and he was pretty sure he was getting some admiring looks from the other dudes in the locker room.

Bobby walked around a corner and took a moment to admire his surroundings. To his left, there were doors to the sauna and steam room. He could see into the sauna and saw that it was packed with men, all totally naked. He couldn’t see into the steam room because the glass window was totally fogged up. On his right side, there were the showers, big, open, gang style military showers. There were about 20 shower heads poking out of the wall on either side. Bobby could see there were about four guys lined up, altogether, two on each side. Two of the guys were white, one was Asian, and one was black. Bobby hung his towel on a hook and walked into the showers, taking the shower directly next to the Asian dude.

Bobby had heard that Asians had small wieners, but this dude was an exception. His dick hung down at easily six inches, and it wasn’t even hard. It was circumcised and Bobby thought it was interesting how the head of the penis was a darker, tanner color than the rest of it. Bobby turned on his shower and let the warm water wash over him. He snuck a quick peek over at the Asian next to him, and was shocked to see that he was pissing directly against the wall. Was this socially acceptable? Bobby certainly peed in the shower at home on a fairly regular basis, but he didn’t know men would be so open about doing it in a public setting.

The Asian was holding his circumcised penis up, aiming it towards the wall, and shooting out a golden stream of piss right against the wall. The piss dribbled down the wall, circled towards the drain, and then disappeared. The pissing seemed to be going on forever, and Bobby found himself oddly entranced with it, unable to look away.

Still holding his dick and pissing, the Asian looked over at Bobby and said, “Had a lot of water while I was working out, you know?”

“Oh, um…..yeah,” Bobby smiled awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to take this. Was the Asian mad at him for looking at his dick? That’s what Bobby thought at first, but the guy was smiling at him, too. Finally, he stopped pissing, shot out another squirt or two against the wall, and then tugged at his dick a good three times to get the last few golden drops off. “Ahh, that’s better,” he said, stepping out from under the shower spray and beginning to apply soap to himself.

Bobby knew that if he kept looking at this Asian, he would get a huge, completely uncontrollable boner, so he quickly turned the water down to ice cold, closed his eyes, and tried to think un-sexy thoughts. He finally started to feel his cock deflate and he felt a bit more relaxed, but aware that he had to take a piss really badly, now. Well, the Asian didn’t seem shy about peeing in the shower, so Bobby decided to follow his cue. He took his cock in his right hand, rolled his foreskin back, revealing the moist, pink head, and began to spray piss all over the wall. When he became aware of the Asian’s eyes on him, he decided to put on a bit of a show. He started moving his hips back and forth, playing with the pee stream, wiggling his dick back and forth, making the pee go everywhere, and he let out a very epic, very over-the-top sigh. “Oh yeah,” he said, drawing out the word, closing his eyes and facing towards the ceiling. He finished peeing, shook the last few drops, let some water wash the head of his cock, and then rolled his foreskin back up.

Bobby could see that the Asian was starting to pop a woody. His cock was beginning to rise, the drops of water washing over it and accentuating the dark color of the head. The Asian turned off his shower, and for a moment Bobby was confused, but then he watched him walk over towards the door to the steam room and head inside.

His own penis beginning to harden, Bobby turned off his shower and followed him into the steam room.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

The YMCA: Part II

Being that Bobby had never been to a YMCA before; he also had never been into a steam room before. He didn’t even really understand the concept, except that it was a place that people went, usually got completely naked, and sweated a lot. His doctor had made some vague mention once that steam rooms could be good for the lungs and the sweating was an excellent way to release toxins. Of course, Bobby wasn’t particularly interested in his lungs or the health effects of the steam room at this exact moment.

The first thing that struck him as he entered the steam room was that he could barely see a damn thing. In fact, he couldn’t even tell if there was anyone else in here! Obviously, the Asian was in here somewhere because he had just seen him go in five seconds ago, but it was so steamy, Bobby could barely see two inches in front of his own face.

The door shut lightly behind him. Bobby looked behind him and noted that he could see very clearly what was going on outside. He could see directly through the glass and into the shower area. However, he knew that you couldn’t see what was going on INSIDE of the steam room from the outside. The idea made him giddy. He slowly took two steps forward, feeling around. His sight was beginning to adjust, and he saw that this steam room was square shaped and had a bench that encircled the room sorta like the letter “C.” He could sit to his right, to his left, or walk further ahead and sit facing the glass door. He chose to place his towel down on his right side and sit down, cock exposed, his back resting against the wall. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of the steam on his body, and then exhaled, the exhale trembling a little bit. He was extremely nervous.

As his sight began to adjust even better, he realized that there were actually TWO other people in this steam room with him. Sitting across from him was the Asian, and then in the back corner, resting against the wall, was another guy, who Bobby could tell was white. It was so steamy, though, that Bobby could not make out what these guys were doing, and he could barely see their lower regions. He closed his eyes and then rubbed his face, wiping the sweat away. When he reopened his eyes, he realized that the Asian’s left hand was busy fondling his thick, circumcised dick. The Asian was slowly working his hand over the cock, squeezing at the very base where the penis turned into balls and then slowly rubbing upwards, sorta pinching the head, and then working back down again. Bobby looked down at his own penis and realized it was not only erect, but it was VERY erect, now standing straight up like a flag pole, feeling like it had its own heartbeat. Bobby feared that if he even touched it, he would immediately come all over the place. He also mentally reminded himself to be careful and keep an eye on the door, as anyone could walk in at any time. He readjusted himself on his towel so that, if someone should walk in, he could quickly cover himself up.

Heart beating, throat dry, Bobby turned his head to his right side to try and see what the white guy was doing. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he realized that the white guy was doing the exact same thing, slowly working his cock, rubbing up and down, sorta wiggling the head around invitingly.

What should I do? Bobby thought. Should he start rubbing his own cock? He was terrified of spraying all over the place, and he certainly didn’t want to blow his wad only mere minutes after arriving at the gym. Should he reposition himself so that he was closer to the guys? Should he make some motion making it obvious that he was interested in the other guys? He had never been in a situation like this in his life; this was all new to him.

After a moment’s thought, and realizing that the two other guys were certainly not shy about continuing to slowly stroke themselves, Bobby chose to scoot over a little bit, so that he was now sitting directly in front of the Asian. Rather than stroke himself, Bobby simply arched his chest forward a little, letting the Asian see his smooth, dark body and his hard abs, and he let his dick throb really hard. Every few seconds, he would twitch his dick so it would bounce up and down. He closed his eyes for awhile as he did this, letting out a moan, rubbing his chest and his sweaty stomach, and then he opened his eyes and continued to do it. Every few seconds…bounce up and down….bounce up and down. The Asian was staring directly at him, nursing his boner, one hand rubbing the cock and the other hand fondling the balls. The Asian’s cock had grown to a much greater length; it now looked to be eight inches at least, and he just continued to stroke. Bobby turned his head to the right and saw the white guy doing the same, and the white guy had scooted up closer to him, as well. Now their legs were almost touching.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby finally felt he had the self-control to touch his own penis without shooting everywhere, so he slowly ran his right hand down his chest, over his nipples, down past his sweaty, moist belly button, over his freshly shaved pubic region, and then traced a line along his rock-hard cock, moving his fingers until they were at the tip, and then he very slowly pulled his foreskin back, revealing the pink head completely wet with pre-cum. He pulled his foreskin back all the way and then took his hand off, just letting the head stand out proudly, practically dripping with pre-cum, letting the white guy and the Asian get a real good look at it.

Next, Bobby ran his fingers up through his shaggy brown hair and then back down again over his entire body. He moaned slowly, relishing the hot, almost stingy feeling of the steam on his naked body. Through this all, the Asian and the white guy just kept doing what they were doing: Slowly, ever-so-slowly stroking their rock hard cocks. Bobby turned to get a better look at what the white guy was packing and saw that, like the Asian, the white guy was also circumcised, and while big, he was not as big as the Asian. At this point, the Asian was the biggest guy in the room, with Bobby trailing a close second and the white guy coming in third with a still impressive six and a half inches. The white guy had a trimmed, but not shaved, pubic area, with a small but sexy little puff of hair surrounding his cock and balls.

The white guy looked like he did more than hang out naked in the steam room at the gym. He had the look of a bodybuilder, with strong, very defined arms and pecks, not to mention abs that you could grate cheese on. He had a short buzz cut hairdo and a long, angular nose. At this point, he inched himself up a little bit closer to Bobby, and now their legs were touching. Bobby relished just the feeling of this man’s leg against his own, and started to move his leg a little to create some friction.

While doing this, Bobby turned his attention back to the Asian directly in front of him. As the Asian stroked his sweet cut cock, Bobby observed the rest of his body, as well. Like the white guy, the Asian had very strong arms with defined muscles, but his body type was different. The Asian didn’t look like he had an ounce of body fat on him, but he didn’t have the pecks or abs the white guy had. Instead, he had, in Bobby’s opinion, an even sexier look of leanness. He was thin and smooth and hairless, and Bobby watched the way his chest moved as he stroked his cock, heaving slightly up and down. He listened to the barely audible moaning sounds the Asian was making, and while he was listening, he felt a hand slip around his own hard cock.

Bobby looked over and realized the white guy had his cock in his hand. With his right hand, the white guy was stroking his own cut cock, but with his left hand, he was slowly working Bobby’s seven and a half inch uncut cock up and down, up and down, rolling the foreskin up over the head, scrunching it up, and then pulling it back down, very slowly.

Bobby felt like every nerve in his body was on fire. He had never experienced anything like this. Sure, he’d done his fair share of masturbating in his eighteen years, but this was something totally different, this made every nerve in his uncut cock tingle like never before. He gasped in breath, closed his eyes, and thrust his head up towards the ceiling of the steam room. He felt like any second he would burst, and he tried desperately to think unsexy thoughts. He tried to think of his parents having sex, or the big fat smelly girl he had gone to elementary school with, or the smell of a cat’s litter box, but it was having no effect. His cock just kept getting stiffer as the white guy worked it.

Bobby opened his eyes and gasped, again. Now, he realized the Asian guy was no longer sitting in front of him, he was dropping down to his knees, positioning his face right directly in front of Bobby’s hard cock. Before Bobby even had time to realize what was going on, the Asian opened his mouth and wrapped it around Bobby’s cock. He moved his mouth up and down over Bobby’s cock, working his tongue all over it.

Meanwhile, the white guy was still stroking Bobby, manoeuvring his cock in and out of the Asian’s mouth, almost like he was feeding the cock to the Asian, and the Asian was loving it. The Asian ran his tongue over the head of Bobby’s cock, licking up the sticky precum and swallowing it down, rolling the foreskin up so his tongue was inside the foreskin, working around the head in concentric circles.

While the white guy jerked Bobby’s uncut cock while manoeuvring it into the Asian’s mouth, Bobby ran his hands over the Asian’s dark, short hair, loving the wet feeling of the scalp under the hair, pushing the head down on his throbbing, about-to-explode cock. Bobby left one hand on the Asian’s head and, with his right hand, reached over towards the white guy and felt for his hard cock. Once he found it, he began to stroke it just like the white guy had been stroking him, running his hand up and down, pinching the pink head, squeezing a drop or two of precum out of the piss-slit. He fondled his slightly hairy balls for a minute and then returned to stroking the hard cock.

Bobby was loving every minute of this, feeling so swept away, thinking that any moment he would explode hot cum down the Asian’s throat, and the other two guys were similarly occupied, that nobody noticed the door of the steam room suddenly come bursting open.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

The YMCA: Part III

Bobby had his eyes closed and his face thrust up towards the ceiling. He was loving the tingling sensation in the tip of his cock, the way it felt like every nerve in his foreskin was alive and exploding. He was moaning and relishing the feeling of having one hand on the Asian’s scalp and the other hand on the white guy’s cock, and that’s when he opened his eyes and realized that the steamroom door was open and somebody was standing in the opening.
Bobby gasped and quickly took his hand off the white guy’s cock and pushed the Asian away from his own cock. He quickly grabbed his towel, which had fallen onto the floor in all this excitement, and covered himself completely with it, squishing down his rock-hard cock and tightening his legs over it so that it wouldn’t come popping back up.
While he was doing this, the other two guys seemed to realize what was going on and they also re-maneuvered themselves and covered their cocks with their towels. The white guy returned to his original position in the corner and the Asian returned to his spot right in front of Bobby.
Bobby’s heart was pounding ferociously and he felt a little sick. How long had the door to the steamroom been open? How long had that guy been standing there? It could have been for just a second, or it could have been for quite awhile. Bobby had been so caught up in everything going on that he hadn’t even noticed. And had the guy seen what was going on? Bobby reminded himself that when he first walked into the steamroom, he couldn’t even see what was going on directly in front of him. Therefore, it was quite possible that this man had just opened the door two seconds ago and could not even see in front of his own face. Of course, there was the other, frightening possibility that the guy had just been standing there, watching, and that any second he would turn around, go downstairs to the front desk, and report Bobby and the other two guys for sexual indecency and get them thrown out of here. Suddenly, the possibilities started running through Bobby’s mind. What would happen if he got reported? Would they simply ask him never to come back again? Would they call the police and have him branded a sex offender? Bobby felt sick. Imagine if he wound up listed as a sex offender for the rest of his life, if every time he moved into a neighborhood, the neighbors got his profile in the mail, and all because when he was eighteen he wanted to have a little harmless fun at the YMCA.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

These thoughts were racing through Bobby’s head, and seconds felt like hours, and he was just looking straight ahead, trying not to look at the figure standing in the door. He closed his eyes and just hoped nothing bad would happen to him. After a few seconds, he heard the door to the steamroom shut and he opened one eye and glanced over. The figure that had been standing at the door was now moving over closer. He sat down across from Bobby, directly next to the Asian, and immediately opened up his towel.

Bobby suddenly felt himself relaxing. He felt quite sure that if this man had seen anything going on and had been offended by it, he would certainly not come into the steamroom and sit down; he would leave immediately. This told Bobby that either the man had not seen what was going on, or he HAD seen it and either didn’t care or wanted to be part of it. As quickly as he had felt afraid and sick, Bobby started to feel excited and horny again.

This man was black, and Bobby realized that all the rumors were true. The man’s penis was uncircumcised and HUGE, quite possibly over nine inches, and it wasn’t even hard! Even with seven and a half inches of uncut cock to work with, Bobby suddenly felt dwarfed by this man. He had never seen anything so big, and he felt himself getting hard under his towel .
The black man was bald and smooth. There wasn’t a hair to be found on his entire body, including his pubic region, which was totally shaved. His muscles glistened under the steam, and several drops of glistening sweat ran down his body, over his pecks, down his smooth, shaved pubic region, and then slowly over the shaft of his nine inch uncircumcised cock, the drops collecting on the tip of his foreskin before dropping off and falling to the ground. He was sitting on his towel, but his huge cock hung over the towel and dangled over the wet floor of the steamroom.

Part of Bobby desperately wanted to pull his hard cock out from under his towel and start stroking it, just like the Asian and the white guy had done when he had come in a few minutes ago, but another part of him whispered that this man was possibly just Mr. Comfortable With Nudity Guy and was simply trying to enjoy the steam. Bobby decided to keep an eye on him and see what he did before he himself tried anything.

Bobby glanced to his right and saw that the white guy was much more impatient than himself. He already had his cock uncovered from his towel and was slowly stroking it. His cut cock was soft but was growing right before Bobby’s eyes as he stroked it.

Bobby kept his legs squeezed tightly over his own cock, afraid of it popping up and offending the black man. He kept strong in his decision to not even touch himself until the black man did something first….and that didn’t take long.

Less than a minute after the black man had come into the steamroom, he began to stroke himself. He let his right hand creep down and got started by fondling his hairless balls, pulling them up and then letting them drop down, letting them dangle over the steamroom floor. Then he ran his hand down the base of his uncut nine inch cock, pausing at the tip, taking two fingers, and slowly rolling his foreskin all the way back until the head was fully exposed. Even in the steam, Bobby could clearly see the way the head glistened with moist, sticky, salty pre-cum. He also found himself fascinated with how pink the head was. Even though this man was blacker than black, and his huge monster cock was just as black, the head was still completely pink, as pink as a freshly bloomed rose.

Two seconds after the black man started to stroke himself, the Asian followed suit. He opened up his towel, revealing his already erect penis, and resumed stroking. Bobby couldn’t control himself. He pulled his own towel off and viciously began to jerk his uncut cock. While the other three guys in the steamroom were stroking themselves slowly, Bobby was jerking off FAST. In fact, he was so turned on and he was jerking himself so violently that he realized he was gonna cum. With a tremendous force of will, he took his hand off his cock and stopped jerking, knowing that he was only two or three strokes away from exploding. He scooted back so that his back was against the wall and breathed hard, his hard cock moving along with his breaths, twitching up and down and side to side, on display for all three men to look at.

While Bobby simply let his hard cock twitch as he breathed hard, the Asian reached his right hand over and began to stroke the black guy’s cock for him. The black guy did the same, taking his left hand and reaching for the Asian’s eight inch cut cock. The two stroked eachother for awhile while Bobby simply watched, pre-cum oozing out of his own uncut cock.

The white guy came out of his corner spot and dropped to his knees in front of the Asian. The black guy took the Asian’s hard cut cock and directed it into the white guy’s mouth. The white guy was spread out on his knees, his smooth, tight ass open and fully exposed for Bobby.

Without even thinking about it, Bobby dropped down to his knees and got up close behind the white guy. His hard cock poked into the white guy’s right butt cheek. Bobby let his cock keep poking him and reached both his hands around the white guy’s waist, feeling until he found his hard cock. His right hand cupped the balls, and his left hand got to work on stroking the cock, the hard, six inch, cut cock. While Bobby cupped and stroked, the white guy continued sucking on the Asian’s hard cut cock. Meanwhile, the Asian continued to let his right hand stroke the black guy’s monster cock.

Bobby realized that the black guy was getting the least amount of action in all this excitement, so he pushed himself away from the white guy and repositioned himself in front of the black guy. Crouched completely naked on his knees, the black guy’s massive uncut cock was staring him directly in the face. He had grown to at least eleven inches now that he was hard, the foreskin rolled back and the pink head leaking pre-cum out like a broken faucet. Bobby grabbed the black cock and ran his tongue slowly over the entire thing. He stuck his tongue out and started at the balls. He licked his wet tongue slowly over the entire ball-sack, then proceeded up to the base of the cock, then up over the entire shaft, loving the salty taste, and then he ran his tongue all the way up to the head, the pink, wet, moist, salty head, and he licked around the head over and over again, going in circles, licking up that delicious salty taste of hot pre-cum from this chiseled black man with his monstrous eleven inch uncut black cock.

As he was licking over the head, rolling the foreskin up and down, licking inside of the foreskin, Bobby became aware of an unusual sensation in his ass. Something was wet and tickling, and he took a break from licking the black man’s cock to see what was going on down there. He realized that the white guy was under his ass, sticking his tongue up into his tight asshole. This was certainly not something that Bobby would have ever REQUESTED, but now that he was feeling it, he had to admit it felt pretty damn nice. The white guy was running his wet tongue all over Bobby’s tight asshole, going in circles before plunging the tongue in deeper. Bobby realized that the white guy’s tongue was now stuck way up his asshole, deep. He felt the sensation of the tongue going in and out, going in as deep as it possibly could and then being pulled back out.

While the white guy worshipped Bobby’s tight dark half-Italian asshole with his tongue, Bobby continued to worship the black guy’s cock. He was still running his tongue slowly over the whole thing. The black guy had his face thrust up towards the ceiling, his eyes closed, and was stroking Bobby’s hair with his right hand while jerking off the Asian with his left hand. Finally, Bobby opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around the black guy’s cock. The uncut black cock was so huge that Bobby couldn’t possibly fit the whole thing in his mouth, but he wrapped his mouth around the tip and then began to move his mouth over it, taking the cock in as deep as he could.

The black guy was beginning to thrust his hips forward, fucking Bobby in the mouth hard, and as his moaning and panting increased, Bobby realized it was about to happen any second: The black guy was about to explode hot, sticky, wet cum into his mouth and down his throat.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

The YMCA: Part IV


Bobby began to speed up his sucking. His mouth bobbed up and down over the hot piece of dark black uncut meat he was feasting on, faster and faster and faster. As his sucking speed increased, so did the force of the white guy’s tongue up his asshole. Bobby couldn’t believe how good this felt, and he was also loving the salty taste of the black guy’s uncut cock. He had a raging boner, harder than it had ever been in his entire LIFE, but he wasn’t stroking it, and a second later the Asian solved that little problem by getting down on his knees, so he was crouched next to Bobby, and started stroking him slowly.

As Bobby sucked on the black cock, he let his eyes wander down to observe the way the Asian was slowly rolling his foreskin back, exposing his wet, pink head, and then rolling it all the way back up and scrunching the foreskin up on the tip, then back down again. While the Asian did this, the white guy continued to rim Bobby’s tight ass and used his right hand to jerk off the Asian’s eight inches of circumcised meat.

The black guy still had his eyes shut tight and his face thrust up towards the ceiling and he was moaning frantically, his hands smashed down onto the tiles. All thoughts of someone potentially walking in on this scene had left Bobby’s mind. He had no intention of stopping until he had a mouthful of the black guy’s deliciously salty cum down his throat, and until he himself had exploded his own hot cum from his seven inch uncut cock.

The Asian stopped stroking Bobby and repositioned himself on the floor in front of Bobby, opening his mouth and taking in Bobby’s dark, half-Italian cock again. Now Bobby was feeling unbelievable pleasure on all parts of his body: In his mouth as he ferociously sucked the black guy, in his ass as the white guy continued to stick his wet tongue into his tight hole, and over his uncut cock as the Asian ran his tongue all over it and sucked it hard like it was a delicious lollipop.

Finally, after many minutes of sucking and getting sucked and getting rimmed, Bobby could feel it coming. He knew he was gonna spray hot jizz all over the place any second, and he could tell by the way the black guy was moving and thrusting his hips and fucking Bobby’s mouth that he was about to do the same. While the Asian sucked Bobby, the white guy rimmed him and reached over to jerk off the Asian, and after a few more seconds, it all happened at once.

Bobby felt his hot cum rushing up out of his balls and shooting out of his piss-slit, shooting out with all the force of a bullet from a gun, and at the exact same moment that this happened, the black guy let out an enormous moan and began to shoot his own hot cum into Bobby’s mouth and down his throat. Bobby relished the salty, sticky taste of the cum, licking all over the shaft and head of the black guy’s uncut cock, slurping up all the last extra drops of sticky cum, swallowing all of it, taking the black cock and squeezing a few more extra drops of cum out and then licking those drops up, as well.

Amazingly, at the exact same time that this happened, the Asian sprayed his own hot cum out of his eight inches of cut meat, sprayed the cum all over Bobby’s leg, and from behind him, Bobby could feel the white guy, still licking Bobby’s asshole, explode cum all over the back of his other leg. Four guys all having EXPLOSIVE simultaneous orgasms at the same time, hot cum seeming to drip from the walls, the sweaty smell of sex and semen filling up the amazingly hot steam room.

As Bobby kept cumming, the Asian kept sucking and licking, playing with the foreskin with his tongue, seeming to milk the cum out of Bobby’s sweet dark half-Italian seven inch uncut cock. Bobby moaned and felt even more cum shooting out. He had never had an orgasm this intense. Indeed, he would never have been able to imagine that he could shoot out so much cum at one time. The Asian finished him off by slurping all over his cock, over the sticky head, down the cum-dripping shaft, licking some residue off of Bobby’s freshly shaved balls, and then going back up again, finishing by sucking a few more drops out of Bobby’s gooey piss-slit.

Finally, Bobby let go of the black guy’s cock and collapsed on his back in a pile of cum, presumably the white guy’s cum. He was now lying on the tiled floor of this steamroom in a pile of cum, with the Asian’s hot cum still dripping from his legs and stomach, and the black guy’s cum traveling down his throat and into his stomach. Completely naked, cock still rock hard, but starting to deflate, Bobby lay on his back and panted hard, rubbing the semen into his skin, all over his naked dark chest, his nipples, scooping some of the cum off of his leg and slurping it off his finger with his tongue.

While Bobby laid naked on the floor, covered in semen, the other men began to get up and reposition themselves to where they were before. The Asian got back in his old spot, the white guy scooted back up into the corner, and the black guy scooted himself back against the wall, next to the Asian. Bobby watched, panting, with fascination as all of their hard cocks began to soften up and slowly return to a flaccid state.

Finally, Bobby felt he had the energy to get up and move around. He stood up, grabbed his towel, and exited the steamroom. Returning to the regular room temperature of the shower area was strange after so much time in that hot, steamy environment, and he took a second to let his body readjust, the sweat dripping down his face, over his dark nipples, down his hairless chest, and then finally collecting on the tip of his uncut cock and dripping down onto the ground.

Bobby was just loving the feeling of being naked in this public environment, the fact that he could stand here with a towel flipped over his shoulder but his entire body completely naked and exposed, that he could just let his balls and uncut cock hang out and nobody would tell him to cover up. This was all new to him, but he began to think he would be very comfortable in a nudist setting, perhaps a nude beach or a nude resort. He found himself wondering where he might be able to find a place like this.

As he stood naked in front of the door to the steamroom, several other naked men passed him by, either heading over and around the corner (Bobby reminded himself that the whirlpool was probably down around that corner) or into the showers. After a few seconds, Bobby walked straight ahead into the showers, which were now much more crowded than they had been before. There were naked dudes everywhere, and despite the mega-orgasm Bobby had just had mere minutes before, he looked down and realized his cock was twitching and already starting to get hard again. Certainly, the fact that he had had an orgasm did not mean Bobby was ready to leave yet; on the contrary, he was just getting started. He had paid his $10.00 for the day pass and now that he could see how fun this place could be, he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Bobby took a moment to ponder which shower head he wanted to rinse off under. There was no shortage of hotties in the area, but Bobby chose to take the shower right next to a very young looking Mexican. This Mexican looked to be right around Bobby’s age, probably eighteen or nineteen, and he did not look like he had an ounce of shyness in him. He showered with a very impressive seven inch uncut cock on proud display, facing outward so that anybody who came into the shower could get a good look at it. He was showering with his eyes closed, seeming to enjoy the warm water rushing down over his head and dripping down his body, making his impressive muscles glisten. This Mexican had a very impressive six-pack and arms that looked like he did A LOT of pull-ups, not to mention a sexy short haircut. Bobby loved the dark look of this boy, and he just couldn’t get enough of staring at that cock. Even flaccid, it hung down at a glorious seven inches, and Bobby could only imagine what it would look like if that uncut bad boy got hard.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby turned on his shower and let the water rinse down over his head. He took some soap from the dispenser and massaged it into his scalp, letting his shaggy dark hair erupt in an explosion of bubbles, and then he let the water rinse the soap out of his hair. He let out a little moan of pleasure as he did this, just loving the feeling of the warm water, loving the fact that he was totally naked in a public place, loving the fact that there were tons and tons of other hot naked guys around him, none of them displaying any modesty, loving the fact that everywhere he looked, he would see a deliciously hot cock.

Bobby used his peripheral vision to take another look at the Mexican boy to his left. The Mexican had now spun around so he was facing the wall, and Bobby smiled as he realized that he was pissing, just as the Asian had done and just as Bobby had done before he had entered the steamroom. Rather than roll back his foreskin, the Mexican boy just thrust his hips forward a little and let the hot yellow piss shoot out of his big, uncut dick. Bobby watched the way the piss shot out, not with as much force as it probably would with the foreskin rolled back. Instead, the piss came out in a spurt, sorta dripping extra drops out of the side of the foreskin while the straight stream went forward and hit the wall.

Bobby loved the casual way this Mexican was pissing on the wall, so he decided to do the same. He had drunk a lot of water before coming here today, so he already had to piss again. He took his uncut cock in his right hand, rolled the foreskin all the way back, stepped out from under the shower stream, and began to piss against the wall, his clear piss stream joining the Mexican’s yellow piss stream, both streams hitting the wall at the same time, dribbling down, collecting in the water, and heading towards the drains. The Mexican looked over at Bobby as they pissed together. He began to swing his hips around a little, letting the piss go all over the wall, and a little bit of his piss splashed over Bobby’s left foot.

“Whoops, I think I might have gotten a little piss on you,” the Mexican boy said with an adorable smile.

OH MY GOD, THIS IS SO HOT, Bobby thought to himself. He smiled back at the Mexican boy. They were both still pissing long, hot streams of piss against the wall. Now they were both aiming at the same spot on the wall, so their streams were meeting together and dribbling down the wall at the same. “Oh, no big deal,” Bobby said. “Piss washes off.”

Feeling very giddy, Bobby turned his hips slightly to the left and sprayed a little bit of his piss onto the Mexican boy’s right foot. “There, now we’re even,” Bobby said with a little laugh.

The Mexican boy laughed and smiled, too, and the two boys continued pissing against the wall. Bobby couldn’t believe he had this much piss in him, and he reminded himself to get some more water while he was here, so he could keep having some pissing-in-the-shower fun with other people. Finally, their two streams began to taper off, and the boys finished pissing. Bobby shot out two more little squirts, and then one more final squirt that he angled towards the Mexican boy. The Mexican boy giggled and then shot his last little squirt of piss over towards Bobby, hitting him on his left butt-cheek. Bobby rinsed the head of his penis off under the warm water, and then rolled the foreskin back up. He was just starting to develop a fierce erection.

The Mexican boy sighed as he rolled his own foreskin back and began to wash it under the water. “Nothing like a good piss in the shower,” he said.

“You got that right,” Bobby said. “It’s fun.”

“Mmm hmm,” the Mexican boy nodded, taking some soap from the dispenser and rubbing it over the head of his cock.

Bobby considered saying something, decided he had better not, and then decided what the hell. “You know, I hope you don’t mind me saying,” Bobby said, pointing down at the Mexican’s cock as he massaged the soap over his pink, delicious-looking head, “But you probably shouldn’t use soap down there like that.”

“Oh yeah?” The Mexican boy smiled, showing lots of teeth. Bobby couldn’t believe how cute this boy was. “Why not?”

“Well, I used to wash myself like that, and then I got a yeast infection. This was a long time ago, and the doctor told me it was from using soap. The doctor said to just use plenty of warm water, and that’s all you need.”

“Really? I use soap under my foreskin all the time.”

“Well, you know, everyone’s different,” Bobby shrugged, loving the fact that he was standing naked with this barely-legal Mexican boy and discussing their respective penises with him. “But the doctor said our dicks make their own natural oils, and too much soap can scrub those oils off and dry us out.”

“I’ll remember that,” the Mexican boy said, washing the soap off of the head of his uncut cock.

“My name’s Bobby,” Bobby said holding his hand out.

The Mexican boy took Bobby’s hand firmly in his own. “I’m Cornelio,” he said. “You come here a lot?”

Bobby could barely control himself from making a pun on the use of the word ‘come.’ “Well, I’ve actually never been here before. I just got a day pass, you know, for ten bucks.”

“I come here all the time,” the Mexican boy said, shutting off the water from his shower. He stood naked, wet and glistening before Bobby, doing absolutely nothing to hide his nakedness. Bobby’s dick was getting harder, growing way larger, and he was also doing nothing to hide this from the Mexican boy.

“Well, it’s good to meet you,” Bobby said.

“Good to meet you, as well,” the Mexican boy said. “Think I might go sit in the whirlpool for awhile, if you’d like to join me.”

Bobby grinned and his cock twitched a few times. “I’d love to.”


TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

“The YMCA: Part V”

“The whirlpool’s just down this way,” Cornelio pointed, walking past Bobby so that now his amazingly tight and dark ass was facing him. He turned his head back, looking over his shoulder, and asked, “Have you been in it yet?”

“No,” Bobby said, taking a quick glance down at his own cock to see how hard it looked. Fortunately, it wasn’t a huge, obvious, raging boner, but rather just sorta half-hard, looking big but not too obvious. “I’ve been in the steam room for the last few minutes.”

“Oh yeah, I love the steam room, too,” Cornelio said, continuing to walk, not bothering to dry himself, just letting his glistening, naked body drip water all over the tile floor as he continued on his way. Bobby followed after him as he left the shower area, turned to the right, and then went down a little corner. Over here, there was a little gate that led to the whirlpool, with a door that had to be opened to reach the whirlpool.
Cornelio opened the door and held it open for Bobby, turning to face him. Bobby couldn’t get enough of looking at the boy’s delicious looking Mexican cock; he loved how dark and sexy it looked hanging down low, and he had also had a cute little bush of jet black pubic hair. It looked like he maintained the area and gave it a good trimming quite often, but it wasn’t totally shaved off and Bobby liked the way it looked; he wanted to run his fingers through the hair and feel the texture. As he walked through the door, past Cornelio, he noticed that the boy swung his hips just the slightest in such a way that it made his penis brush against Bobby’s butt just as he passed him. Intentional? Bobby certainly hoped so.

To get into the whirlpool, you had to go up three steps and then back down a series of steps that led into the water. Bobby climbed up and then paused, still naked and dripping wet, and turned around to look at Cornelio, who was following him up the stairs. “Is it okay for us to go in here naked?” Bobby asked. He already thought he knew the answer, but it just felt kinky to be naked with another naked boy his own age and discuss their respective nudity casually; it made him hot.

“Oh yeah, everyone’s naked here,” Cornelio said casually, getting up closer to Bobby, so close that their cocks briefly brushed up against each other as they stood over the top of the whirlpool. “You’re not shy, are you?”
“Oh no, not shy at all,” Bobby smiled, letting his eyes flash down to that hot slice of uncut Mexican meat dangling not even two inches away from his own uncut half-Italian meat.

“Good, cuz you have no reason to be. Your wiener is even bigger than mine is,” Cornelio said, letting out a rather effeminate but extremely endearing little giggle. “Come on, climb in, the water feels good,” he said, stepping down into the whirlpool.

Bobby followed after him and the sensation was immediately pleasurable, like stepping into a hot tub with the perfect temperature, not so hot that you could only stay in for a few minutes, but certainly not cold either; he could see himself relaxing in here for hours, maybe even falling asleep, although he had no intention of doing that right now.

After the two boys were completely engulfed in the water, Bobby observed how the jets caused an interesting ripple effect that obscured his view of whatever was going on under the water. He could no longer really make out the lower half of Cornelio’s naked body; it was all a blur. In a way, this excited Bobby even more, because he was starting to develop a really hard erection and he found himself wondering if Cornelio was getting one, as well. He hoped so.

Cornelio sat down against the side of the whirlpool. “The jets are good over here,” he said, an enticing look in his eye. Bobby was happy to oblige and sat down right next to the beautiful Mexican boy, their legs touching, the boy making no efforts to move his own leg away from Bobby’s. “So, you’re really never been here before?” he asked.

“Nope, never,” Bobby said, quietly fondling his hard cock under the water, playing with his foreskin and rolling it back and forth up and down over his head, wanting to reach his hand over and feel Cornelio’s foreskin, as well, but controlling the urge. “It’s kinda fun being naked in public like this.”

“Oh yeah, I love it,” Cornelio said. “It’s so freeing. I grew up going to nude beaches and being naked in public all the time; I hate going to beaches where I have to wear bathing suits and I always feel more comfortable in the nude.”

“You have a really nice body,” Bobby said, hoping he wasn’t being too forward. His heartbeat was starting to accelerate, but he felt fairly safe with this boy. There was a small chance that the boy was just very comfortable with nudity and very friendly, but Bobby suspected Cornelio was actually as naughty as all the men in the steam room a few minutes ago.

“Thank you, so do you,” Cornelio said. “I like your arms.”

“Oh, these?” Bobby asked, flexing his arms a little, feeling very sensual.

Cornelio reached over and squeezed Bobby’s flexed arm. “Yeah, it’s hard like a rock.”

“I’ve got something else that’s hard like a rock,” Bobby said, looking directly into the Mexican boy’s beautiful brown eyes.

“And what might that be?” Cornelio asked, grinning.

With that, Bobby scooted a little bit closer to Cornelio and took his hand off his arm and gently placed it under the water, so he could feel his hard cock. “This,” he said, letting go of Cornelio’s hand. To his delight, Cornelio kept his hand on Bobby’s cock, feeling around, not exactly jerking him off, but just holding his cock and sorta exploring it with his hand.

“Nice,” Cornelio said. “It’s so big and thick.”

“Yours, too,” Bobby said.

“You can touch mine, if you want,” Cornelio said. “It’s okay, nobody will see, and even if they did, nobody can tell what you’re doing under the water.”

Bobby took his left hand and placed it under the water, feeling around for the Mexican boy’s uncut cock and finding it right away. Cornelio also had an erection and Bobby could tell that it added a solid couple of extra inches to his cock-size. He couldn’t physically see the cock now to figure out how much bigger it was, but he could tell just by touching it under the water. “It’s so big,” Bobby said, getting up closer to Cornelio and whispering it in his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt one that big before.”

The two boys began to slowly stroke each other under the water, not too fast, making it last. Since Bobby had already had an orgasm just a few minutes ago, now he could just enjoy having this rock-hard boner and getting it stroked by this barely legal Mexican boy without fear of squirting right away. For several minutes the two boys just enjoyed exploring the feeling of eachother’s respective penises secretly under the water of the whirlpool. A few times people would come walking by, either going towards or returning from the pool that connected to the locker room, but none of them knew what the two boys were really up to in this hot, relaxing body of water.

“That feels really good,” Cornelio whispered into Bobby’s ear, and Bobby loved the feeling of his warm breath on the side of his face. “Don’t stop.” Cornelio continued stroking Bobby’s hard uncut cock with his right hand while his left hand wandered up to stroke and feel Bobby’s face. “You’ve got such a cute face,” he whispered, turning Bobby’s face towards him and beginning to plant little kisses on it.

“You, too,” Bobby said, opening his mouth and letting Cornelio kiss him on the lips. He had never kissed a boy before, but he was certainly enjoying it, that wet feeling of their two lips coming together, the minty taste from the Mexican boy’s mouth, becoming one with his body in this intimate way. He also loved how Cornelio would slide his tongue into his mouth and feel around with it, their two tongues slowly massaging eachother at the same time that their hands massaged each other’s dicks.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby turned his head to take a quick peek around their surroundings and was pleased to see there was nobody else around. Feeling giddy and rather out-of-control, he leaned down a bit and began to lick and suck on the barely legal Mexican boy’s sexy brown nipples. He was fascinated by the feeling in his mouth because he could physically sense with his tongue as the nipples went from soft to hard, a physical demonstration of the Mexican boy’s tremendous sexual arousal.

“Oh God yes, don’t stop, don’t stop,” the boy moaned as Bobby continued sucking on his nipples, licking around them and even nibbling on them a little bit before fully wrapping his wet lips around them, all while using his left hand to continue stroking the boy’s cock under the whirlpool water and bubbles, relishing in the feeling of Cornelio doing the same to his own hard cock. After awhile, Bobby took his right hand and, after fondling Cornelio’s balls for a few moments, began to feel around under the boy’s hot, dark Latino ass, sorta squeezing his butt cheeks before exploring more and massaging the inside of his asshole with his pointer finger.

At first Bobby wondered if this was too much for the boy, but he could feel Cornelio’s uncut cock throbbing and growing even larger under the water, so he seemed to be enjoying it. Encouraged, Bobby allowed his pointer finger to pierce deeper through the boy’s asshole, slow at first and then faster and faster. As his finger slid in deeper, all while Bobby continued to suck on and worship the boy’s nipples, Cornelio’s moans grew loader and more passionate even as he continued to jerk Bobby’s cock under the water, the feeling of his hand stroking growing faster and more vigorous. Finally, Bobby’s entire finger was completely inserted up the boy’s ass, and he sorta twirled it around in a circular motion, feeling around.

As he did this, Cornelio began to thrust his body backwards, his eyes closed, his face looking up towards the ceiling. “Oh God, yes,” he moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Finally after what seemed like forever of doing this, of slowly inserting his finger in and out of the Mexican boy’s tight barely legal asshole all while stroking his hard dark uncut cock and licking and biting his deliciously dark nippes, Bobby noticed the boy stop thrusting and say, “Okay, stop, stop.”

“What’s wrong?” Bobby asked, a bit confused.

“Nothing,” Cornelio smiled, leaning in and giving Bobby a bit wet kiss, his soaking wet hair dripping water down his face and over Bobby’s own face, as well. Bobby relished the taste of that tongue in his mouth along with the intoxicating smells of the chlorine from the water mingled in with the boy’s sex-induced sweat and that good, pure smell of boy. “I was just about to cum any second if you kept that up, that’s all,” he said.

“Oh,” Bobby smiled. “I actually came a few minutes ago, in the steam room.”

“That’s hot,” Cornelio said, “But I’ll bet I could make you cum again, even harder this time.”

“Oh yeah, how?” Bobby asked.

“By doing this,” Cornelio said, positioning himself in front of Bobby before submerging his entire face and head under the water.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

"The YMCA: Part VI"

Bobby had a feeling that he knew what was coming, but he couldn’t have predicted just how wonderful it would feel. After a second of waiting, he realized that Cornelio, who had disappeared completely under the water of the whirlpool, was taking Bobby’s entire hard cock into his mouth. The sensation Bobby felt was like a wonderful, almost maddening itchiness being scratched, and his dick felt alive and pulsing with excitement; it seemed unfathomable that pleasure like this could even be possible, and Bobby found himself thinking of how much of his life he had spent just walking around, accepting his dick for being there, never really thinking of how awesome it would feel to have someone really take it in their mouth and suck on it.

But it wasn’t just the sucking feeling that he loved; it was that feeling that his cock was floating in a body of water and was, for the time being, protected from that water by the inside of this barely legal Mexican boy’s warm, wet mouth. He couldn’t see what Cornelio was doing, but he could certainly feel the way he was taking Bobby’s entire cock down his throat, and when it was completely shoved in there, he was running his tongue all over the base and the shaft and the head even as he moved his mouth and lips around the cock, as well. The feeling was divine.

Bobby could barely sit still, finding himself thrusting and writhing to and fro, flipping his head back and staring at the ceiling, trying to hold in the sounds of his passion lest someone come walking by and take notice of him. While the Mexican boy sucked Bobby’s cock under the water, Bobby splashed some water over his face and chest and began to play with his own nipples, enjoying the sensation of tweaking them and pulling on them even as the Mexican boy pleasured his cock.

Finally, Bobby felt like he was close to having another orgasm, he was starting to get that familiar feeling of an approaching onrush of hot, sticky cum shooting out of his seven inch uncut cock, but then Cornelio bobbed back to the service, the wetness causing some of his hair to dangle down in front of his eyes. He had a wicked look on his face that suggested he and Bobby shared a naughty secret, which of course they did.

“That feel good?” he asked.

“God, yes, I was about to cum all over again.”

“That would be nice,” Cornelio said, crawling closer to Bobby, getting his face up close to him and opening his mouth. The two shared a very wet and very passionate kiss, water dripping down both their faces, and as Bobby slid his tongue into Cornelio’s mouth and felt around with it, he thought to himself how his own cock had been in the boy’s mouth mere seconds ago and now his tongue was in there. In a way, by kissing this hot, barely legal, tight, muscular Mexican boy, he was sorta tasting the taste of his very own cock, and that idea made him hot.

“Mmmm, you’re a good kisser,” Cornelio said, running his tongue over Bobby’s upper lip. “And your cock is so tasty, so yummy.”

“Oh yeah, what’s it taste like?” Bobby asked, sneaking both of his hands down under the water to give the boy a playful tug on his cock.

“It tastes really strong and manly,” the Mexican boy said. “I’ll bet your cum is delicious, too, I would lick it right off your cock as it came shooting out.”

“That’d be hot,” Bobby grinned.

“Yeah, your cock tastes like the cock of a big, strong, healthy boy,” he said, and Bobby could feel Cornelio’s fingers under the water massaging his penis some more.

“You wanna make me cum in your mouth?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, I do, but not yet,” Cornelio said, standing up and leaving the whirlpool. “Come on, follow me.”

Bobby followed behind Cornelio, both boys completely naked and soaking wet, both boys sporting huge erections that were slowly starting to ease down a bit and become a bit less obvious, as they left the whirlpool area and took a right. From there, Bobby followed Cornelio past the gang showers and the door leading to the steam room. They took a left and went down another corner.

“Where are we going?” Bobby asked.

“Well, I thought we could try the sauna, but I just really had to pee first,” the Mexican boy said, and as they rounded the corner Bobby saw that this was the bathroom area. There were a few stalls with doors, none occupied at the moment, but in lieu of a series of separate urinals, there was just one of those big long troughs propped up along the wall.

Bobby loved these trough urinals and they were the same kind he had at his high school. Many a time throughout his four years, he had found himself thanking God for the trough urinals as he snuck peeks at all the pissing boys to either side of him. Sometimes, after the bathroom cleared out, he would jerk off and bust a really quick nut right into the trough urinal before hurrying off to class. There was just something about knowing that he was standing beside a bunch of his classmates and they all had their penises out and were pissing into the same receptacle just as casual as could be.

Cornelio stood his totally wet and naked body right in front of the urinal and Bobby again reflected on how hot this whole display was. Not only was the boy taking a piss right in front of him into a big, open urinal with no privacy, but he was also totally naked, his body completely exposed to anyone else who might walk into this bathroom. Bobby felt totally aroused and looked down to see himself still sporting a pretty big woody.

Cornelio glanced backwards towards Bobby. “Why don’t you come have a pee with me?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know if I really have to go,” Bobby said, but he walked over and stood next to Cornelio, on his left side. “I’ll give it a try, anyway.” He glanced to his side and noticed that Cornelio hadn’t started pissing yet; he was just holding his big, semi-erect, uncircumcised, dark skinned penis up and pointing it into the trough urinal.

“Yeah, I just like looking at your wiener, that’s all,” Cornelio whispered, giving Bobby a little wink. Right after that wink, hot yellow piss started to spray out of his uncut cock, and Bobby watched as, mid-pee, the Mexican boy proceeded to pull his foreskin back a little further, exposing more of his pink head even as the piss continued to shoot out through his pee-slit.

To his own surprise, Bobby began to pee a moment later, something he wouldn’t have thought possible with his big boner. Perhaps because he had just been looking at the Mexican boy’s cock, he hadn’t been thinking too much about his own need to urinate, so the pee just started shooting out a second later. Since his dick was hard, the piss shot out rather violently, in a big fast jet, going straight forward and hitting the back porcelain of the trough before dribbling down and collecting into the drain near the middle.

Cornelio, meanwhile, was letting his piss go all around. He would piss straight for a second and then angle his cock a little to the right and then a little to the left and then start gyrating his hips a bit, making the piss fly everywhere. He even angled sideways and crossed streams with Bobby’s pee-stream for a second or two, laughing. The two boys’ respective pee streams started to taper off right around the same time. Bobby shot one last bit of spray out before giving a few tugs on his hard cock, watching Cornelio do the same.

“Okay, now I feel much better,” the Mexican boy said, stepping away from the trough. “Let’s try the sauna.”

“Okay, let’s,” Bobby said, stepping away from the trough without bothering to shake his last few pee drops off. The last few drops fell to the tiled floor as the boys made their way towards the door to the sauna.

“You haven’t been in here yet?” Cornelio asked, holding the wooden door open for Bobby.

“Nope,” Bobby shook his head, stepping into the hot, humid wooden room.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

As the door shut, Bobby was immediately struck by the different feeling of heat in this room. The steam was of course a wet hot room, whereas this room was also very hot and yet perfectly dry. As he had seen in movies and on TV, there was a little pile of rocks and a bucket of water with a big spoon in it sitting in the center of the sauna, and the sauna itself had a double set of seats that encircled the whole room. You could either sit on the lower level where the air was presumably a little less intense, or you could climb up to the top level.

There was already one other man in here, but Bobby couldn’t see his face. This guy was completely naked but had a towel covering his face. He was a white man, but very tan, and he laid sprawled out on his back with his cock resting propped up on his right leg. Bobby carefully looked over the cock, which was soft and of average length and circumcised. Bobby looked at the way that roughly half of the man’s cock was a very dark tan color and then the top half and the head were very pink, as pink as a rose. Bobby was grateful that the man’s face was covered because he was still very erect, his cock pointing out straight forward and even leaking a little bit of precum onto the sauna floor along with his last few drops of golden yellow urine.

Cornelio let the door shut quietly behind him and then pointed to Bobby for them to sit on the top level of the sauna. He took a seat first, spreading out a towel and then sitting down on it, and Bobby sat right beside him, taking a moment to once again admire the inherent beauty of this Mexican boy’s body. His arms looked so strong and defined and his chest was so hard and dark and Bobby just loved staring down at that hot dark uncut dick, the little tangle of black pubic hair surrounding it and seeming to make it look even more elegant, even more masculine.

Bobby sat down beside him and, a second later, felt Cornelio’s hand gently start to rub his leg. He looked down and saw the barely legal Mexican boy was stroking Bobby’s leg with his left hand while lightly stroking his own dark Mexican cock with his right hand. Bobby watched as Cornelio pulled on his hard penis, pulling his dark foreskin all the way down and completely exposing the pink head of his cock, dripping with moisture and precum and all the sweet tastes and smells of eighteen year old boy, and then pulling the foreskin back up and covering the head for a few seconds before repeating the process.

Bobby glanced back over at the white man with the towel on his face. Bobby thought perhaps the man was asleep because he still hadn’t moved once, so Bobby started to play with his own dick a little bit, teasing it and pulling it and stretching it, just like Cornelio was doing. A second later and the two boys stopped pleasuring themselves and started to pleasure eachother. Cornelio snuck his right hand over to Bobby’s hard uncut cock and started to jerk it slowly and Bobby did the same, enjoying the feeling of Cornelio’s hot Mexican cock as he played with it.

The two boys got close and embraced in a kiss, their tongues dancing in eachother’s mouths. Next, Bobby turned Cornelio’s head to the side and began to lick inside of his ear, making the Mexican boy writhe around and contort and stretch his muscles out. “God, I love that, don’t stop,” he whispered, and Bobby again checked on the one other man in the sauna to make sure he wasn’t noticing any of this. He continued to lick the inside of Cornelio’s ear while the boy quietly hissed and drew in breath, his hard cock seeming to throb with a life and vitality all its own as Bobby stroked it.

Next, Bobby repositioned himself in front of Cornelio’s cock and began to lick and suck on the balls. The Mexican boy couldn’t seem to get enough of this, and he continued to writhe and thrust around, running his hands all over his chest and stomach, moaning lightly. Bobby took the entirety of the Mexican boy’s balls into his mouth and just kept sucking them, sorta licking them even as he sucked on them, gently inserting the pointer finger of his left hand up the Mexican boy’s tight boy asshole. After that, Bobby took the entire cock and shoved it into his mouth like a starving boy at a gourmet French restaurant.

He was immediately more aroused once he had the cock in his mouth. It just tasted so damn good, like the cock of a ripe young barely legal Mexican boy at the peak of his sexual prowess, and Bobby also loved the taste of the precum as he ran his tongue all over the head, slurping that taste up as much as he could get it, just reveling in the smells and tastes of sweat and sex all around him as he used his mouth to pleasure this Mexican boy’s uncut hard cock, all while the boy panted and moaned as quietly as he could, trying hard not to make too much noise.

Finally, after what must have been several minutes of sucking on the hot Mexican cock, Bobby became aware of Cornelio anxiously patting his shoulder. “Bobby, Bobby, stop, stop,” he was saying, and Bobby was confused. He stopped sucking on him and then glanced to his right and realized what Cornelio was alerting him to.

The white guy who had been napping in the corner was no longer napping. Now he was wide awake and staring directly at the two naked boys in the sauna.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

“The YMCA: Part VII”


Bobby had been so engrossed in chowing down on Corenlio’s cock that he hadn’t even paid any attention to the other man in the sauna for what must have been five minutes. How long had this man been staring at them? How much had he seen? In any case, he’d definitely seen something pretty incriminating because Cornelio had only just alerted Bobby to the guy staring at them.

Bobby was so scared that his heart-rate accelerated even more than it had been, but now it wasn’t the kind of heartbeat which stemmed from arousal and excitement, but rather that heart-sinking sorta heartbeat that Bobby remembered from anytime in his life that he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t do and known that big, big trouble awaited him.

The man stood up, a rather hulking and powerful looking gentleman. In addition to being very tan, he was also very muscular, almost like a professional wrestler, and he was big like a wrestler, too. He looked like the kind of guy who could easily kick Bobby’s ass if he wanted to and Bobby continued to be afraid. What was this man going to do? Was he going to hate crime the two gay boys in the sauna? Was he going to go downstairs and report them? Was he going to just call the police himself? Suddenly Bobby imagined his whole life being ruined, and for what? All for having a little harmless sexual play in a locker room with a super hot barely legal Mexican boy.

“You boys are in big trouble,” the man said, walking closer to Bobby, who remained crouched in front of Cornelio’s cock, although Cornelio had hurriedly placed his towel above that area in a last ditch effort to hide his raging boner. “Me and the manager are friends and I’m gonna tell him all about this,” the man said, his voice booming, commanding, authoritative. In an offhand, distracted way, Bobby realized that his own erection was completely gone and, in fact, that his wiener had somewhat shriveled up as he was now distracted by fear and panic.

“Oh please don’t, sir,” Cornelio said, a pleading tone in his voice. “Please don’t get us in trouble; we didn’t mean anything by it.”

“This is a gym, not a sex club,” the man said, walking up to the door to the sauna. “I’m going downstairs right now and I’m gonna tell the front desk exactly what you boys were up to.”

“No, please!” Bobby said, hating the whiny tone in his voice but powerless to prevent it. “We’ll never do it again, sir, I promise! We just got carried away.”

“Just got carried away,” the man repeated mockingly. “I suppose you boys think you can come into this gym where people are just trying to relax and enjoy a sauna and do anything you please, is that right?”

“No!” Bobby and Cornelio both replied at the same time.

“Well I’ll see to it that you’re never allowed in here again,” the man said, pushing open the door to the sauna.

“Oh please, sir, is there anything we can do?” Bobby asked.

The man turned around to face Bobby, allowing the door to the sauna to close behind him. He took a step closer to the two boys, sitting on the wooden seats of the sauna, sweating both from the heat and from their own fear. “I have an idea,” the man said.

“What? Anything!” Bobby replied.

“Keep going.”

“Huh?”

“Keep sucking him.”

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby glanced at Cornelio, who looked just as confused as he felt. “What do you mean?”

“You heard me. Start sucking him again.”

“Well, uh, okay,” Bobby said, turning back so he was facing Cornelio’s cock. He pulled the towel off Cornelio’s waist, revealing the Mexican boy’s beautiful uncut brown dick which, despite all this commotion, had not gone completely soft as Bobby’s had; it was not a full on erection right now, but it was half-hard and still looked pretty big. Bobby took the cock in his left hand, pulled on it a little bit, exposing the head, which still dripped with precum, before inserting it back into his mouth as before, all while this huge hulking mass of muscle and testosterone watched them from his spot in front of the sauna door.

“Yeah, that’s good, keep going,” the man said, still sounding very authoritative and very commanding.

Obediently, Bobby continued sucking, feeling Cornelio’s cock grow in his mouth even as he played with it, sorta rubbing the cock against the side of his mouth and making sure to use his tongue on it a lot, licking around the head in circles and then, every now and then, taking the cock out of his mouth so he could run his tongue all over the base and the shaft and suck on the balls some more.

“Good,” the man said quietly. “Keep going.”

Bobby did so, realizing that despite this strange situation, or maybe even because of this strange situation, his own erection was returning. His cock had gone from looking shriveled and scared and was starting to grow again to its full mass, to take on bulk with the big purple veins popping out of it as it thrusted and pounded with a life all its own, even though neither Bobby nor Cornelio were doing anything to stimulate it at this moment.

“Deep-throat him,” the man said, and at this point Bobby looked back at the man and realized that his average length circumcised penis had grown exponentially as the man slowly stroked his own raging boner.

Bobby did as the man asked, taking Cornelio’s entire cock in his mouth and going up and down on it, allowing it to go as far back into his throat as he possibly could. Occasionally he had to take a little break from it just to breathe and keep himself from gagging, but he was able to deep-throat for quite awhile without having to stop. He also realized he wasn’t just doing this because the man was making him do it, but because he wanted to do it. Cornelio’s sweaty uncut cock being shoved repeatedly into the back of his throat was a legitimately great feeling and great taste that Bobby couldn’t get enough of, just that taste of hot sweaty boy oozing precum out of his big hard uncircumcised cock, probably on the verge of exploding semen down Bobby’s throat at any second.

As he deep-throated, he also ran both of his hands up over the Mexican boy’s sweaty dark chest, where beads of perspiration were glistening on his dark brown nipples before falling down the path past his belly button and finally down over his waist as Bobby sucked him. Bobby played with Cornelio’s nipples and the boy moaned with delight, shutting his eyes and thrusting his head upwards while frantically pulling on Bobby’s own hair, a feeling that kinda hurt Bobby but also felt oddly pleasurable and erotic.

“Alright, that’s good, now you climb down and deep-throat him,” the man said, pointing at Cornelio and motioning for him to climb down to the wooden seat where Bobby was crouched. “You lie back,” he said to Bobby, and Bobby did as he was told, lying on his back, his entire front region exposed, including his pulsing hard uncut half-Italian cock.

Cornelio got down so his mouth was in front of Bobby’s penis and began to lick it and tease it, not yet shoving the whole thing in. Instead, he pulled back Bobby’s foreskin all the way and began to lick his sticky beads of precum off of the head of his throbbing cock, doing it really slowly, accentuating the pleasure.

“Yeah, I like that, don’t stop,” the man said, and Bobby realized that he was no longer afraid of this man; now he was turned on. He liked having an audience as he pleasured Cornelio and vice versa; he liked being watched as he got his uncut cock licked by this boy, and he realized he was also aroused by looking up at the big white muscle man as he stroked his own hard cut cock. The entire sauna now had the smell of pure seething testosterone, of men at the peak of their sexual prowess being men together and simply enjoying this shared communal sexual experience.

Cornelio ran his smooth dark hands over Bobby’s tan chest and began to play with his nipples at the same time that he began to fully deep throat Bobby’s cock. The sensation was marvelous, that tingly, tickling sensation of having his cock completely engulfed down Cornelio’s throat, that wet feeling of saliva surrounding his cock as Cornelio used his mouth and tongue to fully stimulate Bobby, who realized now that if this went on much longer, he was surely gonna squirt again.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” the man said. Bobby realized the very tone of this man’s voice had even changed; he still sounded commanding but he no longer sounded scary; he sounded like he was having a good time and really enjoying himself, like in the space of the last few minutes they had all turned into special friends. He pointed at Bobby. “I want you to turn over.”

Bobby did as he was told, turning over so that his ass was facing Cornelio, his hard cock now resting against the warm wood of the bench of this sauna.

“Now massage his ass for a little bit,” the man said, still slowly stroking his own cock.

Cornelio began to massage Bobby’s tight tan ass, a sensation that was almost as lovely as having his cock sucked on. The Mexican boy dug in deep with both fingers, and he was firm but also tender; he didn’t hurt Bobby. He continued to slowly massage Bobby’s ass-cheeks for a few minutes and then, slowly, began to insert a finger up Bobby’s tight virginal asshole. Bobby had never felt anything in his ass before and he moaned loudly with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Does it hurt?” Cornelio whispered to him, pausing to lick some sweat off of the side of Bobby’s face.

“Only a little,” Bobby whispered back. “But I like it, keep going.”

“Now we’re talking,” the man said with a big smile, starting to jerk himself a little bit faster.

Cornelio traced a path with his tongue all the way from Bobby’s face down his back, finally finishing up at his ass, even biting the cheeks a little bit, which Bobby loved. Then he returned to inserting his finger into Bobby’s ass and Bobby continued to moan and writhe around like a wild animal, all while this mysterious gentleman with all the muscles continued to jerk himself in front of the door to the sauna.

After awhile, Cornelio inserted a second finger into Bobby’s ass, really starting to penetrate deep, and for the first time Bobby understood the idea of the prostate and why it was a unique pleasure that only men could have. He felt like his own cock was growing harder than it had ever been before with every inch that Cornelio penetrated deeper into his ass with his two fingers.

The muscle man finally left his spot by the sauna door and positioned himself standing in front of Bobby, holding his hard circumcised cock out with both hands. “Now you suck on this,” he ordered, and Bobby was happy to oblige. Rather than teasing the white man’s cock by licking and stroking, Bobby went straight to town, immediately deep-throating the muscle man’s cock, sucking the precum off of it, letting the man thrust and pound as much as he pleased. All the while, Cornelio continued to insert his two fingers further and further up Bobby’s ass while the white man reached his right hand over and started to jerk Cornelio’s hard uncut Mexican cock.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” the man said before simply repeating it again, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Bobby took the man’s cock out of his mouth for just one quick second, only so he could say three simple words: “So then cum.”

He reinserted the man’s hard sweaty cut cock into his mouth and continued deep-throating it, all while the man panted and moaned and dripped sweat all over Bobby’s face and back and Cornelio stopped inserting fingers into Bobby’s ass and instead began to lick Bobby’s ass, thrusting his tongue as deep into Bobby’s tight virgin asshole as he possibly could, while at the same time the white guy jerked Cornelio’s cock.

Cornelio moaned and panted. “I’m gonna cum, too,” he said, “Any second now.”

The white guy continued to jerk the Mexican boy and Bobby continued to deep-throat the white guy, feeling his own erection grow even more alive and more violent as he realized that, any second now, both of these men were gonna have hot, sticky, gooey orgasms all over him.


TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

“The YMCA: Part VIII”


Bobby loved the way the older white guy’s cut cock tasted in his mouth as he sucked and licked on it, the precum just dripping out of it and down his throat, all hot and salty and with that absolutely distinct and sexual smell of pure man. As Cornelio continued to lick Bobby’s asshole, Bobby continued to suck the white guy’s cock and then decided to reach his hands around back and start fingering the white guy’s tight asshole.

At first Bobby was afraid the big muscle man wouldn’t like this, but then he immediately thrust his head up and started to moan really loud and uncontrollably, clearly loving the feeling of Bobby’s sweaty finger being inserted into his tight asshole. “Yeah, that’s good, keep doing that,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum any second now.”

Bobby continued to suck the muscle man while shoving three fingers up his ass, shoving faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Finally, the muscle man’s moans grew even more rapid and Bobby could actually FEEL his manly hot hard cut cock vibrating in his mouth as he began to have his orgasm, just shooting out buckets and buckets of hot, sticky, salty, gooey cum into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby immediately swallowed the first explosion of cum as it flew out of the white muscle man’s piss-slit like a bullet from a gun, and then Bobby began to lick and slurp on the perfect pink mushroom head of the muscle man’s cock as the last few squirts of hot cum came shooting out. Some of the cum shot right into Bobby’s face and he just let it stay there, dripping down his cheeks and down onto the hard wood of the sauna floors. This whole time, the white man rubbed Bobby’s head and hair, scratching his scalp so intensely that it almost hurt, moaning and moaning and moaning with pleasure. Even as Bobby could feel the cock deflating in his mouth, he continued to suck on it until he got absolutely every last drop of semen out of it.

Cornelio was still continuing to stroke himself while licking Bobby’s ass, but a little bit less aggressively. Now that the muscle man had cum so hard down Bobby’s throat as well as all over his face, the boys all seemed to feel like they needed a little breather. The muscle man stepped away from Bobby, his cock pulling slowly out of Bobby’s mouth, now soft and flaccid. He was sweaty and red and looked tired, but very satisfied. Bobby observed with fascination how a little bit of cum came dripping out of his hot cut cock’s piss-slit as he stood in front of Bobby and Cornelio.

“Oh thanks, I really needed that,” the white guy said, grabbing his towel and starting to towel himself off. “I’m sorry if I scared you guys before.”

“All is forgiven,” Bobby said with a smile, lightly stroking himself.

“All right, gotta get out of here and back to the wife and kids,” the muscle man said with a little wink. “Maybe I’ll see you two around again sometime.”

“We hope so,” Cornelio said with a grin, also lightly stroking his hard uncut brown cock.

The muscle man wrapped his towel around his waist, turned around, and exited the sauna. Bobby turned back so he was facing Cornelio. “Now, where were we?” he asked.

“I think you were just about to lick my nipples some more,” Cornelio said, and just as Bobby was getting into position to do so, he saw a shadow coming up through the window of the sauna.

“Uh oh, looks like someone’s coming,” Bobby said. He quickly repositioned so he was sitting right next to Cornelio, both boys sitting on towels with their big young barely legal uncut cocks on full display for anyone who might come in. Bobby looked at Cornelio’s and saw how it was still hard, but only sorta half hard right now; it had that flaccid-but-huge thing going on, just as Bobby’s did at this moment.

The doors to the sauna swung open and Bobby was very surprised to see that he recognized both of the boys coming into the sauna. Their names were Brandon and Kyle and he went to high school with them and was positive they were straight, as they both had very attractive cheerleader girlfriends that they had been dating since freshman year, and now they were 18 year old seniors, just like Bobby. They were both on the wrestling team and Bobby had always secretly yearned to join just so he could see these boys naked in the showers after matches.

They both had perfect bodies. Brandon was a tall and very pale white boy who was super skinny and twinkish and had hair so blonde that it was basically white, as well as striking blue eyes. He didn’t look like he had an ounce of body fat on him and his ribs were even showing a little bit. Conversely, Kyle, also a white boy, but with brown hair and brown eyes and a darker complexion, was much more muscular and toned, with big bulging muscles that Bobby wanted to squeeze and bite, and Kyle also had really sexy and curvy hips. Sadly for Bobby, both of the boys were wearing big pairs of swim trunks, dripping wet as if they’d just come from the pool. Bobby wondered if perhaps he should cover up his nakedness to make these boys more comfortable, but figured that so long as Cornelio kept his huge sexy uncut cock on display, Bobby would do the same thing. Bobby was proud of his body and even if these boys didn’t want to show theirs off, Bobby wasn’t going to hide his with shame.

The boys looked around the sauna for a second before recognizing Bobby. “Oh, hi, Bobby,” Brandon said with a little bit of a surprised tone in his voice. “I didn’t know you went to this Y.”

Bobby smiled and did a quick casual adjustment of his cock, just rolling the skin down and then back up again real fast, not making it look like he was playing with it. “Actually, I just got a day pass from my friend here,” he pointed at Cornelio. “We just worked out and now we’re having a steam and a sauna.”

“We just went swimming,” Kyle said, taking a seat directly across from Bobby and Cornelio. A second later, Brandon sat next to him, so now Brandon and Kyle, wearing their swimsuits, were directly facing Bobby and Cornelio, wearing their birthday suits. “Feels so great to swim in the pool and then come up here and get all sweaty in the sauna.”

“I know, it’s great,” Cornelio said, reaching a casual hand down to his uncut cock and casually playing with the foreskin. Bobby looked at Cornelio doing this and then closed his eyes and willed himself to not get a boner. Imagine what would happen if he got hard in front of Brandon and Kyle, two of the most macho and most heterosexual boys in the entire school, and then they went off to school the next day and told everyone about it? So, he closed his eyes for a moment and thought of unsexy thoughts and just tried real hard to keep his dick real soft.

“So, you guys just like to sauna all naked and natural, huh?” Brandon said, and Bobby opened his eyes to see that Brandon was standing up and undoing his swim trunks. Could it be? Could this be the moment where Bobby finally got to see this boy naked? This was a boy he had thought about while masturbating a million times, ever since freshman year when they both were taking a piss at the urinals and Bobby caught a quick glimpse of the very tip of Brandon’s wiener as he was shooting out the last few pee-squirts. Now it looked like the moment was finally here!

“Actually, I’ve never been to a place like this before,” Bobby said, “But I do enjoy hanging around naked; it feels very natural.”

“Yeah, we all shower naked together after wrestling practice,” Brandon said, casually ripping open the Velcro from the front of his swim suit and peeling the suit off. Bobby could feel his cock starting to twitch as Brandon lifted his legs up and slipped out of the swim suit. Brandon’s cock appeared to have been tucked up into the waistband of his swimsuit, because as he dropped the suit, his penis was at first folded upwards up against his belly, but then it flopped forward and fell down, presenting itself in all its glory, and it WAS glorious. Bobby had always wondered if Brandon was cut or uncut and now he saw that he was uncut, just like him and Cornelio, but with a sexy short foreskin that allowed the very tip of his sexy pink head to poke out, and his cock was also really thick, about eight inches long and six inches around; Bobby imagined how it might feel to have that cock up his ass, fucking him really hard. Also, he wasn’t totally shaved, but he didn’t have a big bush either; he had a perfectly groomed little bit of sexy blonde pubic hair. After dropping his swim suit, he placed it casually down on the bench and then sat down on it.

“Well, if everyone else is getting naked,” Kyle said, standing up and beginning to undo his bathing suit, as well. “We’ve all got the same bits and pieces, right?”

“That’s right,” Bobby said, quickly glancing down to make sure he wasn’t sporting a huge stiffy. Fortunately, his cock was twitching but it wasn’t too visibly erect; it just looked big and impressive, much like Cornelio’s and much like Brandon’s. Bobby glanced back up as Kyle took off his swim trunks. His cock was smaller than Brandon’s, but still sexy to look at. He was cut and Bobby was fascinated to look at his pink mushroom head and how different in color it was from the more tan look of the rest of his penis. Bobby once again glanced down at his own uncut cock to make sure it wasn’t hard and it was still flaccid, flaccid-but-huge. Then he glanced to his left side and saw that Cornelio was still gently massaging and playing with his own foreskin, so casually that the other boys didn’t even seem to notice or care about it.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Kyle plopped his trunks down on the bench and then sat down next to Brandon, crossing his legs over eachother so the head of his cock was sorta pointing upwards as his leg squished against it. “Ah, that does feel much better,” he said. “Being naked is the natural way, you know.”

“Plus it gives you a good chance to size up the competition,” Brandon said with a little laugh.

“Hah, that’s true,” Kyle replied. He unfolded his legs and let his penis plop down onto the bench, just sitting there and staring at Bobby, who felt transfixed. “It’s okay if you guys wanna look,” Kyle said. “Me and Brandon like being naked with other boys.”

“Oh yeah?” Bobby said, feeling his erection starting and not really caring.

“Yeah, we both like to fuck our girlfriends, but we think male bonding is important, too,” Brandon said, pulling one of his legs up against his stomach, letting his wiener dangle inbetween, clearly showing it off. “We’re all guys, we’ve all got cocks, it’s important for guys to be able to bond as guys in a way women can never understand.” As Brandon said this, his big, thick uncut cock starting to twitch and grow, and Bobby couldn’t believe his eyes when Brandon started to stroke and pull on his cock, slowly rolling the foreskin up and down, even kinda massaging his piss-slit a little bit.

“I agree,” Bobby said. “It’s important for us to all be men together sometimes.”

“Oooh, look at that, I’m starting to get a boner,” Brandon said, just as casually as if he was saying he needed to take a stroll to the market to pick up a quart of milk. “You guys give me a little warning if anyone’s coming in; some guys wouldn’t like that.”

Bobby paused for a moment, not sure what to say. Were these boys just SUPER-comfortable-with-nudity-straight-boys? Certainly, Bobby had heard tales of the boys’ locker room after wrestling practice and he’d heard that all the boys were comfortable being naked around each other. He’d also heard that they would do strange things like piss on each other in the showers and that they had all gathered in a circle around the boy they didn’t like and pissed on him as a group. On the other hand, Brandon was clearly nursing a pretty mondo boner right here in front of him, and now he realized that Kyle was doing the same.

As Kyle casually stroked his cut wiener, the first beads of sweat from the heat of the sauna beginning to drip down his face and chest, collecting on his dark tan nipples and then dripping further down to his fully shaved pubic area and then down his balls, finally dripping off onto the bench underneath him, Bobby decided to just go ahead and do the same thing. He began stroking himself, immediately hardening up until he had a full erection.

“Bobby’s got a pretty big cock, don’t you think?” Kyle said to Brandon, who nodded.

“Yeah,” Brandon said, “It's also uncut like yours. Cornelio's uncut, too, and he's got a pretty big one, as well."

“Thank you,” Cornelio said with a grin, looking very pleased with the compiment.

“So Bobby,” Brandon said, looking Bobby directly in the eyes, “Have you ever wanted to get fucked?”


TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Bobby Briggs]

“The YMCA: Part IX”

Bobby didn’t quite know how to answer the question, but decided if the boys were comfortable sitting in front of him and stroking their big hard thick cocks while asking him such questions as, “Have you ever wanted to get fucked,” he could probably just go ahead and tell them the truth, so he said, “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Have you ever gotten fucked?” Kyle asked, sounding very casual.

“Nope, I can’t say that I have,” Bobby shrugged, continuing to stroke his hard uncut cock, rolling the foreskin up and down, exposing his pink, wet head and then covering it up again, repeating the motion over and over again.

“Would you like one of us to fuck you?” Brandon asked. “We’d both love to fuck you good.”

Bobby giggled a little bit, unable to believe that this was actually happening to him. For four years he had fantasized about both of these boys, never once dreaming that he would even see them naked, let alone have them offering to fuck him up his tight virginal asshole. “Yeah, that sounds really fun,” he said. “Do you guys wanna go back to your place or what?”

Brandon and Kyle grinned and looked at each other mischievously, still stroking their hard cocks. “What’s wrong with right here?” Kyle asked, taking his hand off his cock to stroke his dark tan nipples for awhile.

“Aren’t you guys afraid someone might walk in?” Bobby asked.

“That’s the whole fun of it, silly,” Brandon said, standing up and walking over to Bobby, his huge white uncut cock flopping from side to side as he moved. He placed his hands on Bobby’s head and began to gently massage his scalp with his two thumbs. “So, which one of us would you like to fuck you?”

Bobby looked from Brandon’s cock, which was so huge and thick it was almost frightening, to Kyle’s cock, which also looked delicious and amazing but was significantly smaller. On one hand, Kyle’s would probably hurt his hole less, but on the other hand, he could only imagine how great it would feel to get fucked really hard by Brandon’s amazingly girthy and gargantuan uncut cock, which was sticking straight out at him, throbbing as if it had a mind of its own, a big purple vein pulsing right down the middle of it, those low hanging dangly balls dripping with sweat from the heat of the sauna.

“I guess I’ll let you two decide,” Bobby said, leaning back a little so that his hard uncut cock stood straight up, looking really big and impressive.

“You wanna do him?” Kyle asked, still sitting across from Bobby and stroking his hard cut white cock.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Brandon said. “Here, Bobby, first you should suck on this for awhile.”

Bobby opened his mouth wide and let Brandon shove his amazingly humongous uncut cock inside. He wrapped his lips around the entire thing and began to suck on it, relishing the taste of it, focusing on every little detail, the way he could feel it pulsing in his mouth, so warm and alive and full of the hot sexual juices of a young barely legal boy at the peak of his sexual powers. He pulled it out for a second, rolled the foreskin back all the way, and began to lick all over the head, tasting every last salty drop of precum as it dripped out of the tip of Brandon’s piss-slit. Then Bobby reinsterted the whole cock into his mouth and continued to suck on it, running his tongue all along the shaft and then back up to the head while letting Brandon fuck his mouth, pushing his huge uncut cock up against the inner cheek of Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby could taste the precum as well as the healthy young male sweat dripping off of Brandon. He reached his hands upwards and began to play with Brandon’s pasty white nipples, to run his fingers up and down his stomach, to feel the shape of his ribs through his chest. As he continued to suck hard on the young boy’s delicious cock, he also allowed his hands to reach around back and play with Brandon’s butt cheeks, spreading them open and inserting a finger lightly up his tight young boy asshole. When he did this, Brandon moaned in surprise and ecstasy and threw his head upwards towards the ceiling of the sauna, panting and moaning, “Yes, yes, yes, Bobby, that’s great.”

As Bobby continued to suck Brandon’s huge uncut young teenage boy cock with his mouth and finger his tight young teenage boy asshole with his finger, Kyle stood up and kneeled down in front of Cornelio and began to suck on Cornelio’s hard, dark, uncut, young Mexican cock, rolling the skin back and licking all the precum off of it, slurping it up, moaning and stroking himself as he did so.

“Bobby, that feels amazing,” Brandon said, pulling his cock gently out of Bobby’s mouth. “You’re really, really good at that. Now get down on your back and let me show you what I’m really, really good at.”

Bobby obeyed and laid down, completely nude and spread out on his back, his feet sticking out so far they almost touched the hot rocks from the sauna. Brandon lifted Bobby’s legs upward, took a little bit of water from the water bucket near the hot rocks, and began to splash some of the cold water up into Bobby’s asshole. Bobby gasped a little bit from the feeling of cold water, but it quickly became pleasant as the extreme heat from the sauna naturally warmed up the water as it ran back out of his tight vigin asshole and dripped back out onto the wooden bench.

“You can tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop,” Brandon whispered. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay,” Bobby said as Brandon positioned himself in front of him, sitting upwards on his knees, moving Bobby’s legs up so they were resting over his shoulders, the classic missionary position. “It’s okay, I want you to fuck me, I want it bad, you can do it.”

As Bobby said that, he craned his head backwards to get a look at what Cornelio and Kyle were doing. Now Kyle was standing straight up in front of Cornelio while the barely legal dark brown Mexican boy made sweet love to Kyle’s hot cut cock with his mouth, sucking on it voraciously, playing with the balls with one hand while his other hand inserted fingers up Kyle’s ass. Bobby loved watching the two young boys go at it, expressing their natural human sexuality in the most organic way possible, two boys just enjoying the tastes and smells of each other, being open and honest about their own sexual desires.

Bobby refocused his attention to Brandon, who was spitting on his hand and stroking his own cock, which seemed to be growing even larger than before, if that was possible. Brandon stroked himself for a few moments, pulling his foreskin back and then rolling it back up again, and then he spit on his hand again and started to rub the spit up Bobby’s tight virgin asshole. Brandon inserted one finger up Bobby’s asshole and Bobby moaned with delight. A second later, Brandon inserted another finger up Bobby’s asshole and Bobby almost screamed with pleasure. After another second, Brandon stuck a third finger up Bobby’s asshole and Bobby felt like he might cum right now, without even having to stroke himself to get off. He looked at his own cock, which was sticking straight up like a huge exclamation point, pulsing and throbbing, alive and alert with natural young male sexual energy. As he stared at it, Brandon grabbed it with the hand that wasn’t busy fingering Bobby’s asshole and began to violently jerk Bobby’s cock. The combination of the natural sweat from the sauna heat with Brandon’s vigorous rubbing along with the feeling of the three fingers up Bobby’s ass put him in a world of sexual ecstasy he would have never dreamt possible.

A second later, Brandon pulled all three of his fingers out of Bobby’s ass and then inserted them into Bobby’s eager and hungry mouth. Bobby sucked on the fingers like they were lollipops, thinking about how only a second ago those fingers were inside of his ass, giving him such unbelievable pleasures. He thought about how he was sharing this amazingly special and sexual act with Brandon, how they had really barely spoken all that much throughout their four years of high school but now they were getting to explore each other’s bodies in this most special way. As he thought about these things and sucked on Brandon’s fingers, Bobby’s hot dark uncut half-Italian cock grew even larger.

“Are you ready?” Brandon asked, leaning down and giving Bobby a wet kiss on the mouth, inserting his tongue in there.

“Yes, yes, please do it,” Bobby moaned.

A second later, Brandon shoved his entire cock up Bobby’s tight virgin asshole, not doing it slowly, just going right in. Even though it hurt a little bit, it also felt amazing and Bobby actually screamed out, making a loud squeaking sound of pleasure as he felt Brandon insert his young barely legal manhood up his tight ass.

“You like that?” Brandon asked. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes!” Bobby screamed. “Yes, keep going!”

To Bobby’s surprise and delight, Brandon pulled his whole cock out of his asshole and then immediately reinserted it again, enhancing the pleasure Bobby had felt a moment ago tenfold. He began to thrust and fuck Bobby’s tight hole, one of his hands staying glued to Bobby’s cock, pleasuring it and jerking it, while his other hand squeezed and teased and played with Bobby’s dark nipples.

Bobby thrust his head back as Brandon was fucking him and observed that Cornelio and Kyle were now doing the same thing. Cornelio had repositioned himself on his back and Kyle was fucking Cornelio’s tight dark hole, inserting his cock all the way in and then pulling it out a little bit, until almost all of it was fully visible, but then shoving the entire thing right back in, all while Cornelio moaned and stroked his own dark uncut Mexican cock with his right hand and fingered Kyle’s tight white asshole with his left hand.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby had to bite his lip to keep from screaming even more, as he was sure that anybody outside in the locker room area would be able to hear him right now. He could barely hold in his screams as he relished the feeling of his tight virgin asshole being expanded and fucked by Brandon’s magnificently large uncut teenage cock. However, for him the most erotic thing was how his own cock was growing even bigger, getting larger and harder than he had ever seen it in his entire life. He realized his cock was getting this huge because of how his prostate was being pleasured by Brandon’s hard cock fucking him. Even though Bobby had already cum today, he was absolutely sure that when he had an orgasm, it would be the biggest and gooiest of his life.

“You like that?” Brandon asked Bobby as he continued thrusting and fucking him really hard and really fast. “You like feeling me inside of you?”

“Yeah, I love it,” Bobby said, trying really hard not to scream.

“You like the feeling when I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Bobby panted and moaned.

“You like my big thick uncut cock?”

“I love it, it’s so huge, I love feeling it fucking me,” Bobby said.

“You like the feeling of me stroking your big uncut cock while I fuck you?” Brandon asked.

“Yes, it’s amazing, don’t stop,” Bobby said, his eyes rolling back in his head, the sweat dripping off of his body in puddles. As he fucked him, Brandon also continued to sweat and his sweat beads fell down and landed all over Bobby, running slowly and sensuously down his entire dark muscular body. Bobby reached up and grabbed Brandon by both arms, squeezing them and feeling how strong and muscular they were, the kind of arms that only a barely legal 18 year old young man could possibly have, fresh and alive with young strength.

“Are you gonna cum, Bobby?” Brandon asked. “I want to see you cum. I want you to squirt your cum all over.”

“Soon,” Bobby said. “Keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He thrust his head backwards to check on Kyle and Cornelio. Cornelio was still moaning with pleasure as Kyle continued to fuck him hard. “Are you gonna cum, Cornelio?” Kyle whispered to him.

“Any second now,” Cornelio moaned, still inserting his fingers up Kyle’s tight young asshole while Kyle fucked the dark skinned Mexican boy.

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?” Brandon asked Bobby, still thrusting away inside Bobby’s tight hole.

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” Bobby moaned.

“Do you want to feel me shoot my hot sticky load up your tight little asshole?”

“Yes!” Bobby screamed, unable to contain himself.

“Well, here it comes,” Brandon said.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN “THE YMCA PART XXX: THE BIG CLIMAX”

 

[Bobby Briggs]

“The YMCA Part XXX: The Big Climax”


Bobby loved the feeling of Brandon’s big uncut cock shoved entirely up his tight virgin asshole. He could actually feel it pulsing and throbbing inside of him, as if it had a life of its own, and every time Brandon pulled it out a little bit and then shoved it back in, Bobby had to stifle his loud screams and moans. Bobby thought about how any second, Brandon would be shooting his hot sticky 18-year-old-boy cum right up into his asshole, about how it would feel exploding inside of him, about how it would feel to have it leaking out of his ass, and the thoughts only made him harder. By now Bobby was sure his own cock had somehow grown to eight inches, even though he had always been seven inches at his biggest. He knew it was the stimulation of his prostate that was making his uncut cock grow so much, and of course the feeling of Brandon’s warm hand stroking his cock only increased the pleasure.

“It’s gonna happen in a second,” Brandon said, closing his eyes and thrusting his head back. “I can feel it coming,” he moaned. “My cock is getting all tingly, oh my God I’m so hot.”

“You are soooooo hard,” Bobby moaned, letting out another little squeak of pleasure as Brandon continued to shove his meat further and further up Bobby’s asshole. “My God it is sooooo hard up my ass,” Bobby said again. “Your cock is so big, I love feeling it moving inside of me.”

“I love sticking it inside you,” Brandon said. “You’re so tight and warm.”

“God, don’t stop,” Bobby said. “Shoot it all up into me.” He opened his eyes back up and rolled his head back to look at Cornelio and Kyle.

“I’m about to cum, too,” Kyle said, his cut cock still fully shoved up Cornelio’s ass. Bobby watched the way Kyle would pull the cock out a little bit, exposing the base and some of the shaft but not the head, and then slide it back into Cornelio’s expanding asshole. Bobby watched how Cornelio’s dark brown uncut cock, sticking straight upwards and looking as hard as a rock, was pulsing around all by itself and how a profuse amount of precum was starting to leak out of the piss slut of his pink wet head and drip slowly down his long brown shaft, collecting at the balls. Bobby inhaled the hot smell of the sauna mixed with the four young boys’ seething testosterone and he could actually smell the precum smell filling the room, being heated up by the sauna’s heat, filling the room with the smell of young boy sex. Bobby thought about someone could walk in any second, someone could walk in and find four boys fucking each other, and rather than being scared or nervous, the thought only made him harder.

“Oh God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Kyle suddenly said, and at the exact same moment, Brandon said, “Me, too!” and Bobby felt the hard white uncut cock up his ass pulse and move a little more before the sensation of Brandon’s hot sticky fresh semen exploding up inside of Bobby filled him. Just as he felt the cum flooding up into his asshole, Bobby’s own cock also exploded with a ton of sticky cum, more cum than he had ever seen come out of his own cock. Brandon was still stroking it as he fired off his hot teenage boy orgasm into Bobby’s ass, and as Bobby ejaculated all over the place, the cum covered Brandon’s entire hand and a good bunch of it shot straight up and stuck to the ceiling, some of it dripping back off onto Bobby’s face and chest. Brandon didn’t stop stroking after Bobby’s orgasm; instead he took the cum sliding down Bobby’s cock and rubbed it all over the shaft, using it as a lube, cradling Bobby’s balls, rubbing some of the cum all over Bobby’s stomach, scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it to Bobby, letting Bobby suck his own boy cum off of his fingers as he continued to thrust inside of him, Brandon’s hot ejaculate beginning to leak out of Bobby’s ass and run down Brandon’s cock, which was shrinking down but still felt inside of Bobby’s ass.

Bobby moaned with pleasure as all this happened, still making sure to keep an eye on Cornelio and Kyle as Kyle shot his hot jizz up inside of Cornelio. Just as Brandon was doing for Bobby, Kyle continued to jerk Cornelio’s pulsing uncut cock just as Cornelio exploded his own cum up into the air. The cum went everywhere, some on the walls, some stuck to the ceiling, most of it going all over Cornelio’s stomach and face. A second after the two boys had their big gooey orgasms, Kyle pulled his cut cock with the wet pink head dripping cum off the tip out of Cornelio’s hole and dropped down to his knees. He turned Cornelio over on his side and begin to eat his asshole, slurping his own cum back out from inside the boy’s tight brown hole, the cum slopping all over the place, a lot of it leaking back down Kyle’s face as he ate Cornelio’s ass, as he stuck his tongue up inside and swirled it around, as he sucked on it and tried to get every last drop of cum back out of the ass and down his own throat. “Oh God, that feels good,” Cornelio said, his own cock still hard and still twitching. The boy scooped some of his own cum up off of his stomach and began to eat it, to lick the hot sticky substance off his own fingers and slurp it down like a delicious treat, all as Kyle continued sucking his own teen boy cum out of Cornelio’s ass.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Bobby thought that looked really hot and so he smiled when Brandon started to turn him to the side and do the same thing. He felt Brandon’s young tongue slide up his asshole and swirl around, searching for his own cum up within Bobby’s tight virginal-until-a-few-minutes-ago ass. Bobby thought about how Brandon had been up inside of him, about how he had shoved his young manhood right up inside of Bobby, about how he had exploded his boy seed up into Bobby and how now he was licking his own seed right back out of Bobby’s ass. Bobby scooped some of his own cum off his stomach and started to rub it all over Brandon, all over his cheeks, his back, his neck, his chest, and then Brandon pulled it tongue out of Bobby’s asshole and began to slurp on his fingers, to suck all of the cum off of Bobby’s fingers before leaning down and slurping all of it up off of his stomach, off of his face, and then finishing up by licking all over Bobby’s uncut cock, slurping all the cum that was leaking down Bobby’s dark shaft, sticking his tongue into Bobby’s foreskin and swirling it around to get those last remaining drops of his sticky seed. Bobby just kept moaning and squeaking throughout this whole display, his cock still alive with pleasure, every nerve ending crying out in pleasure. Finally the job was done and neither Cornelio nor Bobby had a drop of cum on their bodies, for Kyle and Brandon had sucked it all up and swallowed it.


Bobby lie on his back, panting, feeling like he’d just run twenty miles or swum a hundred laps in a pool, his heard beating, the sweat pouring down his body, the heat of the sauna suddenly overwhelming, his huge cock, still pulsing, beginning to lessen in size and shrink down, tired out after this long, hard, sexy day. “That was amazing,” he said, shutting his eyes for a second and breathing heavy. “Brandon, I love your uncut cock, it’s so big and thick. I loved feeling it inside of me.”


“I loved sticking it inside of you,” Brandon said, leaning down and giving Bobby a wet kiss on the mouth, sticking his tongue in a little. Bobby could still taste the cum in Brandon’s mouth, his own cum mixed in with Brandon’s cum, the cum that Brandon had slurped up and swallowed with such relish.


“I loved sticking it inside of you, too,” Kyle said to Cornelio, giving him a French kiss as well. Cornelio lie just as Bobby lay, on his back, sweaty, smelling of teenage boy juices, panting hard. “I loved fucking your tight ass,” Kyle said, licking around Cornelio’s dark nipples for awhile.


“But wait, we’re not quite done yet,” Brandon said, standing up, his cock still hard but less hard than it had been a few moments ago. It faced slightly downwards and some cum was still leaking out of the piss slit and falling down onto the ground, collecting there for the sauna heat to eventually dry it out.


“What’s next?” Bobby asked, tired but still excited at the possibilities.


“We’re gonna show you how we initiate boys in the wrestling team,” Brandon said before looking over at Kyle. “You wanna show them?” he asked.


“I’d love to show them,” Kyle said, also standing up so he was directly in front of Cornelio, who was still lying on his back.


Bobby had a feeling he knew what was coming and he wanted it to happen. He closed his eyes and waited a moment and then he felt a hot wet sensation all over his body and he opened his eyes and smiled. Brandon was pissing a huge, jet-like yellow stream all over Bobby, soaking his entire naked body from head to toe with his own hot, yellow, teenage boy piss. Bobby had never done this before but he loved it, he loved the way the piss smelled, a kinda light almost cinnamon odor, and he loved feeling the warmth of it dripping down his body as Brandon held his big half-hard uncut meat in his hands and sprayed all over him. Bobby again thought of the dirtiness of this, about how pissing was something you were supposed to do in private in the bathroom with the door closed into a toilet, yet here he lie in a public sauna with a hot young classmate unleashing his torrent of piss all over his body, not even asking for permission first which somehow made it all ever hotter.

 

[Bobby Briggs]

Meanwhile, Kyle was doing the same to Cornelio, who was writhing around and gyrating, letting Kyle get every last drop of his piss all over his body. Kyle had probably had more water than Brandon because his piss was a more clear color and didn’t seem to have any odor. Bobby loved watching Kyle roll his foreskin back and unleash his stream all over Cornelio’s body, he loved watching the way it collected on Cornelio’s dark stomach and then started to leak back off of him, onto the wooden benches and then down onto the ground, the sauna filling with the dirty smell of young boy’s teenage piss.


Brandon was still pissing even though it had probably been over a minute, moving his hips around to fully soak Bobby in every spot. He angled his cock to the side and pissed all over Bobby’s legs and then moved upwards so he was pissing directly onto Bobby’s still hard cock, which was amazingly getting even harder despite having an orgasm only a few moments ago. Then he moved his piss stream up over Bobby’s stomach and then his neck and finally all over his face. Bobby closed his eyes and relished the feeling of Brandon’s hot piss splashing his face, thinking about what a sexy act of domination this was, about how a boy he’d barely spoken to for four years but always fantasized about had now not only fucked him and cum up his ass, but was finishing up by pissing all over him, being dominant and showing what a real man can do. Bobby opened his mouth a little and Brandon angled his hips and cock more upward to aim into Bobby’s mouth, filling it with his hot piss while Bobby gargled it like mouth wash and then spit it out and then it all slide back down his face and body. Finally he felt Brandon’s piss stream starting to dribble down, the last few drops dripping onto his stomach, finishing up with three solid squirts of piss right into his face. Brandon didn’t shake off, just dropped his cock down and let the remaining couple of piss drops fall out onto the floor, mixing with the puddle of piss and the dried cum that they had left all over the sauna.


“That was really hot,” Bobby said, feeling his hair, now completely soaked with Brandon’s piss.


“We thought you might like that,” Brandon grinned. “We do that every day after wrestling practice.”


“I loved it, too,” Cornelio said, beginning to sit up, the piss covering his body leaking down him.