Confessions of a Buttsniffer - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Buttsniffer

... faces were beautiful. Big brown eyes, perfect olive skin. Pronounced cheek bones. Great lips. They were of Italian descent and they were like heavenly-attractive. Bobby was always up to some stupid/crazy thing. He said things that were just so far off-the-wall that others just shake their heads. Most told him to get lost because he had such weird things to say but I found his zaniness a lot of fun. Brenna was soulful. Very soulful. Her big brown eyes were deep and mysterious although sometimes they combined with the slightest of smirks that suggested she had a few crazy notions of her own. She just didn’t speak of them. Bobby did something very crazy that I believe might have set me up for trying facesitting with guys later. We were playing some silly game with others and Bobby said something very weird (I don’t recall what) and the older boy he said it to said, “KISS MY ASS!” Bobby said, “Okay.” The boy said, “What?” The rest of us thought Bobby was just being silly but he responded, “You said to kiss your ass and I said okay.” The older boy said, “What? You want to kiss my ass?” I don’t recall exactly how Bobby responded but it was an affirmation. The older boy approached him, turned around, bent over, pointed to the seat of his jeans and said, “Okay then, kiss my ass!” Bobby got down on his knees and the rest of us still thought he was joking, but Bobby put his face in the older boy’s rear-end and planted about 10 quick kisses before the older boy pulled away cursing. ...

... There were also rumors about Bobby being a cocksucker for at least one high school boy which explained why Bobby would sometimes wait until after dark to leave his s****r on her own to walk home. I don’t know if it was true, but he was somewhat effeminate and uninhibited enough to suspect it probably was. He was a pretty boy and not macho and he did indeed stay at the school quite late sometimes, even after I left for home. One evening as the sun was beginning to set, Bobby and Brenna and I were sitting out in the huge school yard quite some distance from the school buildings or anything else for that matter. I don’t recall all of our conversation but I do know Bobby was saying random and silly things. Brenna seemed somewhere between soulful and playful. She was quiet while Bobby carried on his silliness and I tried to make something of a conversation and Brenna listened and sometimes smiled with her b*****r’s crazy ideas. I distinctly recall her looking at me. It wasn’t a glance. It wasn’t like she had any interest in me or thought of me as any kind of a cool guy. But she would occasionally look at me. Her eyes were more on the playful side than soulful but I had no idea why she looked at me and held her gaze for few seconds. I remember feeling very flattered but not that I thought it meant anything. Still, it was odd that she would actually sustain her looking at me when she had never done so before. It was like a mysterious thing. I remember her wearing an oval neck cotton top ...