Summer of “69”
Introduction:
Based on a true story, but embellished.
It looked like it was going to be a boring summer.
It was the summer of 1969. Tony, Davy, Robby and me were best friends. We did everything together … well almost everything. Playing softball or football, shooting pool, bowling, fishing – you name it. And when one of the older guys in the neighborhood taught us how to masturbate, we did that too. We’d flip through our dog-eared copies of Playboy, then pull out our dicks and stroke ’em. Lately I’d found my attention being called away from the naked girls on the pages, and towards my friends hard-ons. I would turn the pages of whatever magazine was next to me, but I would be surreptitiously watching one of my friends jerk off, imagining that it was my hand on their cock and theirs on mine. I would watch for as long as I could, hoping not to get caught. If one of them started to look over at me, I would simply drop my eyes back to the magazine.
Davy and I had been best friends for a long time, and Robby and Tony had lived next door to each other all their lives. When Tony and I got paired to work on a school project together, we hit it off, and that led to the four of us becoming “the gang”. Robby and I had some problems getting along. Maybe he resented my honing in on his friend Tony, or maybe it was just our personalities. We could get on each others nerves, and argued a lot, but I think we liked each other more than we disliked each other. Boy, if he ever knew the masturbation fantasies I had involving him and me…if any of the gang knew how I thought about them sexually, I was sure they would beat the crap out of me and never speak to me again.
Earlier in the week Davy and Tony had packed up to go on long vacations with their families. I was up early, and it was already hot and muggy, so I threw on a pair of shorts and flip-flops and headed over to Robby’s house to see what he was up to. Maybe we would go swimming in his pool.
When I got to his house, I knocked on the back door. Robby answered. He was wearing a pair of ratty cut-off shorts and nothing else. Being Italian he had a beautiful tan, and, though not yet fully developed, he had a gorgeous body. I could feel a tingling in my cock as he opened the back door.
“Wait here,” he said, and disappeared into his room. He returned seconds later, with a paper bag in his hand.
“Let’s go out to the garage,” he said. “Eddie gave me some new mags this morning, so let’s go check ’em out.”
Eddie was Robby’s older sister’s boyfriend. His dad owned the newsstand near the railroad station and Eddie worked there part time, giving him access to Playboy and other mens magazines. He’d pass along the old ones to Robby when he tired of them. Back then, over-the-counter mens magazines didn’t even show pubic hair, just tits and asses.
We kept them hidden under a secret floorboard in the garage at Robby’s grandma’s house next door. She didn’t use the garage, so it became our rainy day place to go. We had a dartboard, ping pong table, skittle-pool, board games, cards and other goodies to keep us occupied when the weather turned rotten. You could also climb a ladder to the small loft above, then pull the ladder up, which assured privacy. This is where we hid our stash of dirty magazines, and where we would jerk-off together.
Robby opened the bag and poured it’s contents out on the floor. There were the usual back issues of Playboy, Nugget, Spice and whoa, what was this? Nudist Life? This mag showed everything, full-frontal nudity. I quickly grabbed it and started to flip through its pages. Robby grabbed a copy of a magazine called Campus Sex, which also showed cocks and pussies.
Robby sat on the floor with his back against one wall, and I sat against the opposite wall, so we were facing each other. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at pictures of all these people – men, women and kids hanging out stark naked. I thought that must be the coolest way to live. It wasn’t long before my dick started to stiffen. I looked up to see Robby unbuttoning his shorts. Instead of just pulling out his dick, he pulled his shorts off completely, so he was totally nude. I figured, “when in Rome…” so I yanked off my shorts too.
Even though I was turned on by the sight of all those cocks and cunts in the magazine, I would find myself looking up from the book to watch Robby stroking his hard dick. Every time I turned a page I would look across at him. Once, I looked up and saw him looking at my dick. My instinct was to turn away quickly, but for some reason I didn’t. Instead, I locked eyes with him and smiled. Then I let my eyes drift to his dick.
When I looked back at him, he was looking at his mag, so I looked back at mine.
“Well, I’ll be!’ Robby suddenly exclaimed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Robby held open his magazine for me to see. There was a picture of a girl sucking on a guy’s toes. He said “According to this article, at least ten percent of people, and probably more have what’s called a foot fetish. They are turned on sexually by feet, and that it’s perfectly normal.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of that,” I said. In reality, I had a foot fetish, and Robby’s feet had been a source of more than one fantasy for me.
“I always wondered if I was crazy, cause I’ve always been turned on by bare feet,” said Robby. Then he added, “Both girls and guys.”
I looked down and there were Robby’s bare feet, just a foot or so away. They were squeaky clean and beautiful. All ten toes were symmetrical and gorgeous. I decided it was now or never. I slid down, grabbed his right foot with my hand and started to suck on Robby’s big toe. He jerked slightly, and I thought he was going to pull his foot away, but instead he slid down and started to lick the toes on my right foot. My cock got hard as a steel pipe and I started sucking each of Robby’s toes, one at a time. Meanwhile, Robby was licking the soles of my feet. It tickled a little, but it felt so fucking good!
Suddenly, Robby thrust his body up against mine. Our cocks were at the same level, only upside down, so we started rubbing and bumping them against each other, while still sucking and licking each others feet.
The next thing I knew, Robby slid down, grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. I looked down to see his head bobbing up and down on my boner. Suddenly his eye caught mine, and he smiled, and continued to suck. It felt so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it. I could see Robby’s boner pulsing up and down as he sucked mine, so I reached over and put it in my mouth. It tasted a little salty, but it felt so right. I sucked it up and down, trying to take it all in. Every sense in my body was tingling and rushing. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way.
Robby let my cock pop out of his mouth. He circled his tongue around the head several times, licked the underside of the head and then flicked his tongue back and forth across my pee slit. Then he licked his way down the shaft to my ball sac, giving it a thorough licking before popping one of my nuts into his mouth. He sucked on it ravenously, before releasing it and then doing the same with the other. Then he licked his way back up the shaft, put his mouth over my cock, and took the whole thing. His lips were right up against my abdomen, and my cock head was in his throat. He fought a little gag reaction, but held it there. Meanwhile, he had been thrusting his hips in a soft back and forth motion, sort of gently fucking my mouth. I loved the way his cock felt going in and out of my mouth, as I grabbed and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. I had a small container of Vaseline in my shorts pocket for my chapped lips. I managed to dip the middle finger in the jar and started to probe Robby’s asshole with my finger. His thrusts went from gentle to hard core pretty fast.
We continued to 69 each other, when suddenly Robby yelled “I’m gonna cum!” I continued to suck his cock. He looked right at me and said it again: “I’m gonna cum!” I kept my mouth on his cock, smiled and nodded my head to convey the message “I want you to come in my mouth.” And did he ever! I could feel the first hot burst of jism shoot right down my throat. Then, a second filled my mouth. I pulled my mouth off his dick and stroked it as I tried to swallow and catch the next shot in my mouth. I caught most of it , but some splatted off my lip and ran down my chin. The next shot came quicker and most of it hit me in the nose. I could just barely get my mouth open to get part of it, when another shot came in my mouth.
Robby was stroking my cock the whole time and getting splattered with all that cum made me shoot my load. I started to cry out, “Oh my god, I’m gonna fuckin cum, oh, ohh, ohhhhh! I licked the last of the jizz off Robby’s still hard cock, when suddenly Robby twisted around, spread his legs and pushed his asshole up against my cock as my first shot of hot cum gushed forward, splattering his asshole with white goo. Robby grabbed my purple cock head and pushed harder. I could feel my cock push past his asshole, my second blast of cum shot entirely inside his ass! He then humped his ass up and down on my cock as I continued to come in his ass, Finally, he slid off my cock and stroked the last drops of jism onto his balls. I slid my foot over and clamped my toes around his nutsack, feeling the sticky spunk squish between them. It must have tickled a little cause it made Robby giggle. Then he lifted my foot off his balls and started to lick the cum off my toes. It was so hot watching him slide each toe into his mouth, and to see his tongue licking off the cum, that without even touching my cock, I orgasmed again, shooting three quick spurts, which landed on my stomach.
Robby rubbed his foot in a circular motion in the puddle of cum, and then it was my turn to lick my own cum off his toes. While I was enjoying this tasty little desert, Robby took my other foot, and stuck my big toe in his ass. He then laid back with a big smile on his face as he squeezed on my toe with his asshole, watching me lick my spunk off of his feet.
We lay there exhausted for a few minutes, then Robby suggested we go for a swim. We horsed around in the pool for a while, doing cannonballs off the garage roof, floating on the air mattresses. At one point, under water, Robby and I started playing footsie with each other. Then he suggested going back to the garage.
It looked like it was going to be a great summer.
It was the summer of 1969. Tony, Davy, Robby and me were best friends. We did everything together … well almost everything. Playing softball or football, shooting pool, bowling, fishing – you name it. And when one of the older guys in the neighborhood taught us how to masturbate, we did that too. We’d flip through our dog-eared copies of Playboy, then pull out our dicks and stroke ’em. Lately I’d found my attention being called away from the naked girls on the pages, and towards my friends hard-ons. I would turn the pages of whatever magazine was next to me, but I would be surreptitiously watching one of my friends jerk off, imagining that it was my hand on their cock and theirs on mine. I would watch for as long as I could, hoping not to get caught. If one of them started to look over at me, I would simply drop my eyes back to the magazine.
Davy and I had been best friends for a long time, and Robby and Tony had lived next door to each other all their lives. When Tony and I got paired to work on a school project together, we hit it off, and that led to the four of us becoming “the gang”. Robby and I had some problems getting along. Maybe he resented my honing in on his friend Tony, or maybe it was just our personalities. We could get on each others nerves, and argued a lot, but I think we liked each other more than we disliked each other. Boy, if he ever knew the masturbation fantasies I had involving him and me…if any of the gang knew how I thought about them sexually, I was sure they would beat the crap out of me and never speak to me again.
Earlier in the week Davy and Tony had packed up to go on long vacations with their families. I was up early, and it was already hot and muggy, so I threw on a pair of shorts and flip-flops and headed over to Robby’s house to see what he was up to. Maybe we would go swimming in his pool.
When I got to his house, I knocked on the back door. Robby answered. He was wearing a pair of ratty cut-off shorts and nothing else. Being Italian he had a beautiful tan, and, though not yet fully developed, he had a gorgeous body. I could feel a tingling in my cock as he opened the back door.
“Wait here,” he said, and disappeared into his room. He returned seconds later, with a paper bag in his hand.
“Let’s go out to the garage,” he said. “Eddie gave me some new mags this morning, so let’s go check ’em out.”
Eddie was Robby’s older sister’s boyfriend. His dad owned the newsstand near the railroad station and Eddie worked there part time, giving him access to Playboy and other mens magazines. He’d pass along the old ones to Robby when he tired of them. Back then, over-the-counter mens magazines didn’t even show pubic hair, just tits and asses.
We kept them hidden under a secret floorboard in the garage at Robby’s grandma’s house next door. She didn’t use the garage, so it became our rainy day place to go. We had a dartboard, ping pong table, skittle-pool, board games, cards and other goodies to keep us occupied when the weather turned rotten. You could also climb a ladder to the small loft above, then pull the ladder up, which assured privacy. This is where we hid our stash of dirty magazines, and where we would jerk-off together.
Robby opened the bag and poured it’s contents out on the floor. There were the usual back issues of Playboy, Nugget, Spice and whoa, what was this? Nudist Life? This mag showed everything, full-frontal nudity. I quickly grabbed it and started to flip through its pages. Robby grabbed a copy of a magazine called Campus Sex, which also showed cocks and pussies.
Robby sat on the floor with his back against one wall, and I sat against the opposite wall, so we were facing each other. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at pictures of all these people – men, women and kids hanging out stark naked. I thought that must be the coolest way to live. It wasn’t long before my dick started to stiffen. I looked up to see Robby unbuttoning his shorts. Instead of just pulling out his dick, he pulled his shorts off completely, so he was totally nude. I figured, “when in Rome…” so I yanked off my shorts too.
Even though I was turned on by the sight of all those cocks and cunts in the magazine, I would find myself looking up from the book to watch Robby stroking his hard dick. Every time I turned a page I would look across at him. Once, I looked up and saw him looking at my dick. My instinct was to turn away quickly, but for some reason I didn’t. Instead, I locked eyes with him and smiled. Then I let my eyes drift to his dick.
When I looked back at him, he was looking at his mag, so I looked back at mine.
“Well, I’ll be!’ Robby suddenly exclaimed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Robby held open his magazine for me to see. There was a picture of a girl sucking on a guy’s toes. He said “According to this article, at least ten percent of people, and probably more have what’s called a foot fetish. They are turned on sexually by feet, and that it’s perfectly normal.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of that,” I said. In reality, I had a foot fetish, and Robby’s feet had been a source of more than one fantasy for me.
“I always wondered if I was crazy, cause I’ve always been turned on by bare feet,” said Robby. Then he added, “Both girls and guys.”
I looked down and there were Robby’s bare feet, just a foot or so away. They were squeaky clean and beautiful. All ten toes were symmetrical and gorgeous. I decided it was now or never. I slid down, grabbed his right foot with my hand and started to suck on Robby’s big toe. He jerked slightly, and I thought he was going to pull his foot away, but instead he slid down and started to lick the toes on my right foot. My cock got hard as a steel pipe and I started sucking each of Robby’s toes, one at a time. Meanwhile, Robby was licking the soles of my feet. It tickled a little, but it felt so fucking good!
Suddenly, Robby thrust his body up against mine. Our cocks were at the same level, only upside down, so we started rubbing and bumping them against each other, while still sucking and licking each others feet.
The next thing I knew, Robby slid down, grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. I looked down to see his head bobbing up and down on my boner. Suddenly his eye caught mine, and he smiled, and continued to suck. It felt so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it. I could see Robby’s boner pulsing up and down as he sucked mine, so I reached over and put it in my mouth. It tasted a little salty, but it felt so right. I sucked it up and down, trying to take it all in. Every sense in my body was tingling and rushing. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way.
Robby let my cock pop out of his mouth. He circled his tongue around the head several times, licked the underside of the head and then flicked his tongue back and forth across my pee slit. Then he licked his way down the shaft to my ball sac, giving it a thorough licking before popping one of my nuts into his mouth. He sucked on it ravenously, before releasing it and then doing the same with the other. Then he licked his way back up the shaft, put his mouth over my cock, and took the whole thing. His lips were right up against my abdomen, and my cock head was in his throat. He fought a little gag reaction, but held it there. Meanwhile, he had been thrusting his hips in a soft back and forth motion, sort of gently fucking my mouth. I loved the way his cock felt going in and out of my mouth, as I grabbed and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. I had a small container of Vaseline in my shorts pocket for my chapped lips. I managed to dip the middle finger in the jar and started to probe Robby’s asshole with my finger. His thrusts went from gentle to hard core pretty fast.
We continued to 69 each other, when suddenly Robby yelled “I’m gonna cum!” I continued to suck his cock. He looked right at me and said it again: “I’m gonna cum!” I kept my mouth on his cock, smiled and nodded my head to convey the message “I want you to come in my mouth.” And did he ever! I could feel the first hot burst of jism shoot right down my throat. Then, a second filled my mouth. I pulled my mouth off his dick and stroked it as I tried to swallow and catch the next shot in my mouth. I caught most of it , but some splatted off my lip and ran down my chin. The next shot came quicker and most of it hit me in the nose. I could just barely get my mouth open to get part of it, when another shot came in my mouth.
Robby was stroking my cock the whole time and getting splattered with all that cum made me shoot my load. I started to cry out, “Oh my god, I’m gonna fuckin cum, oh, ohh, ohhhhh! I licked the last of the jizz off Robby’s still hard cock, when suddenly Robby twisted around, spread his legs and pushed his asshole up against my cock as my first shot of hot cum gushed forward, splattering his asshole with white goo. Robby grabbed my purple cock head and pushed harder. I could feel my cock push past his asshole, my second blast of cum shot entirely inside his ass! He then humped his ass up and down on my cock as I continued to come in his ass, Finally, he slid off my cock and stroked the last drops of jism onto his balls. I slid my foot over and clamped my toes around his nutsack, feeling the sticky spunk squish between them. It must have tickled a little cause it made Robby giggle. Then he lifted my foot off his balls and started to lick the cum off my toes. It was so hot watching him slide each toe into his mouth, and to see his tongue licking off the cum, that without even touching my cock, I orgasmed again, shooting three quick spurts, which landed on my stomach.
Robby rubbed his foot in a circular motion in the puddle of cum, and then it was my turn to lick my own cum off his toes. While I was enjoying this tasty little desert, Robby took my other foot, and stuck my big toe in his ass. He then laid back with a big smile on his face as he squeezed on my toe with his asshole, watching me lick my spunk off of his feet.
We lay there exhausted for a few minutes, then Robby suggested we go for a swim. We horsed around in the pool for a while, doing cannonballs off the garage roof, floating on the air mattresses. At one point, under water, Robby and I started playing footsie with each other. Then he suggested going back to the garage.
It looked like it was going to be a great summer.
