Bobby Big and Tight - Part 3 (final)

Preface: This is the continuation of a true story. It involves a friend
and me and happened two years ago when we were seniors in high school. Both
of us were eighteen at the time. If descriptions of teen sexuality bothers
you or offends you, please read no further


I.

There was little I could do to repair what remained of Bobby's and my
friendship. At a moment of intimacy, I had recoiled from him in both fear
and anger and now three weeks had passed without a word spoken between
us. We still saw each other in school, but neither of us would so much as
recognize each other's presence. Already our friend's had begun to notice.

"What's up with you and Bobby? You pissed off at each other or what?" a
few classmates had asked. I shrugged it off and told them we had a little
beef but that it was not a big deal.

Of course nothing could have been further from the truth. I was obsessed
with our estrangement and could not understand why. Sure Bobby was a great
guy to hang with, but I had lots of friends and girlfriends with whom to
spend time. But because Bobby and I swapped spit and actually drank-in each
other's cum, our friendship had taken on a larger, more complex dimension.

Our last time together had ended in nightmarish fashion. After Bobby had
given me the greatest turn-on in my young life, I rebuffed him when he had
requested anal sex. I felt I had been used and thought that the only reason
he pleasured me was to get inside my ass. With Bobby being so well endowed,
I was frightened too; I was pissed and I thought I didn't need him any
more.

But now I was having second thoughts and for a strange reason. Every time I
thought of Bobby I had a weird sensation. Not in my arms or on the back of
my neck but actually down between my butt cheeks. Intellectually, I had no
interest in having his immense cock in my ass, but subconsciously and
physically it was all my body was now responding to. I tried to think of
girls, but somehow it always came back to Bobby.

In fact, I remember during the time Bobby and I weren't speaking, I went
out with a girl I had once fooled around with at a pool party when I was a
sophomore. The only reason I thought of asking her out again was because
two years earlier, after swimming, we had taken a shower in the cabana and
while we were lathering up, she had soaped up my asshole and finger fucked
me for about five minutes while I was doing the same to her pussy.

Now here I was, turning down sex with my best friend in the world, while at
the same time desperately searching for girls who would play with my butt.
What was going on with me? So after a while and after lots of thought, I
decided to confront Bobby after school.

II.

Bobby always walked home from school the long way. Even after an arduous
track practice, he got in a little more exercise by taking a 25 minute
walking route home through a couple of neighborhoods. I knew where I could
catch up with him so we could have some time together to talk.

Like clockwork, Bobby turned the corner of Rowley