Bobby Driscoll's Oscar Night

By Danny Ocean (Count Orlock)

Published on Apr 30, 2021

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Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Also, this story is not meant to infer that Bobby Driscoll was homosexual. The story is fiction. Feedback is encouraged. Please e-mail me at dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com

Bobby Driscoll's Oscar Night by Danny Ocean

The handsome hunky limo driver was so nervous he kept hitting his elbow on the steering wheel as he undressed as fast as he could. His mouth was dry when he should have been salivating. He didn't want to take his eyes off of the gorgeous naked spread eagle ten year old boy in the back seat for fear that he would vanish. Please don't let this be a mirage. He tried not to let the cramped limosine slow his rapid stripping. He was down to his t-shirt, socks, and underpants. All the while little Bobby Driscoll was giggling at the handsome man taking his clothes off.

When George the chaffeur was nude, Bobby stopped laughing and became deadly serious. He gently grabbed his little three inch penis with two fingers and said, "Please suck it."

A few hours earlier Bobby sat in the huge theater to hear his name called, announcing him as this year's Oscar recipient for the best juvenile performance. Every grandmother in the country would have called him adorable as he ran up the aisle in his little tuxedo, grinning from ear to ear. He accepted his award (a smaller version of the Oscar) from Donald O'Connor and ran back to his seat. It was so nice to be recognized as a major Hollywood talent by his peers.

But right now he was wasn't thinking about awards and ceremonies. He was thinking about the beautiful man who drove him to the awards show. Boy, was he good-looking in his driver's uniform.

And now, sitting in the back seat, legs spread wide, Bobby hoped the beautiful man wouldn't think he was too young, or too small to fool around with.

He'd heard about blow jobs and how it was the best feeling in the world for a little boy.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Bobby?" asked George, his heart beating fast.

"You said it's my night. I could do anything I wanted."

"Yes."

"Are you going to go back on your promise?"

"No."

"Then get back here and..........SUCK IT."

George landed in the back seat as if shot from a cannon. His shaking hands stroked the impossibly smooth legs of the boy. He groaned as his hands slid along Bobby's silky inner thighs. He scooped both hands under Bobby's perfect bubble butt and lifted him off the leather seat and into his mouth. George engulfed both his cock and balls and started sucking gently.

Bobby jerked his head back with the sudden pleasure. His mouth gaped open and his eyes bulged. "Oh, God, they weren't kidding. It feels so good!" He instinctively grabbed George's hair and pulled him even tighter into his crotch.

George slobbered and sucked harder. Bobby was going crazy with lust, kicking his legs and screaming. Drool spilled out of his mouth and down his chin.

George was determined to make this blow job the one Bobby would always remember. He sucked harder and harder while squeezing his ass with great force.

"OHHH, it's getting better. It's getting better and better," squealed Bobby. It felt like he needed to pee, but he didn't care at this point.

His little boy orgasm hit him hard and he came in George's mouth screaming out a sustained wail that seemed to go on forever.

George's mouth slid wetly off Bobby's little cock with a slurp. He licked his lips and swallowed. Did Bobby ejaculated anything? George didn't care.

Bobby slowly came back to earth, but was still trembling a little. He swiped the sweat off his forehead. "Whew! That was the best. I'm definitely going to want to do THAT again."

George laughed and Bobby joined him.

"A LOT!!!!!" Bobby yelled.

Their laughter grew.

"So now what do you want to do?" George asked nervously.

"I want to see your cock."

George shifted his weight and sat beside Bobby with legs spread. His cock was large and erect. Bobby reached over grabbed it gently. George groaned.

"It's big and thobbing in my hand. I can feel it."

"You have really pretty lips, Bobby."

He giggled. "Do you really think so?"

"Yes."

"Would they look prettier if they were sucking on somethin'?"

"Absolutely."

With that, Bobby slid off the back seat and assumed a kneeling position between George's spread legs, never taking his hand off the driver's dick. He looked up at George with his patented puppy dogs eyes. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you, Mister? It may be too big for my widdle mouf."

"Oh, kid. Stop teasing me. You're driving me nuts."

After Bobby did his share of giggling, he licked George's cock from his balls to his tip.

George moaned as a drop of precum oozed out of his penis tip.

"What's that, George? Pee?"

"No, it's called precum. A sort of lubricant when men get excited."

"Does that mean that you like me?"

"Yes, you're a very sexy boy."

"I want to make you happy, George. I like to play with my dickie and I know what feels good." Bobby opened his mouth and slowly took in as much of the large cock that he could. When he realized he could only take in a few inches, he grabbed the bottom half with both hands and jacked up and down.

Sucking and jacking and whimpering. He was determined to get that cum.

George wondered if he should hold out for a long blow job? Or come quickly. He didn't want Bobby to get bored if it took too long. To speed things up he took one of Bobby's hands off his cock and put it under his balls.

"Yeah, Bobby. Play with my balls as you suck me. You're doing great."

Bobby slurped his mouth off and smiled at George. "Tastes so good."

Then he got back to work.

George was getting close. He didn't want to scare Bobby by grabbing him by his head. Instead he gently massaged the smooth skin of his bare shoulders. It was just the thing he needed to push him over the edge.

"Oooooooh, Bobby. Suck it harder. I'm almost there. Such as hard as you can!!!!"

Bobby forced another inch into his sucking mouth and George exploded. He grunted loudly with each ejaculation. Bobby snorted and gagged, but his lips held fast to George's cum cannon. Eventually he eased off the cock and received the last slug of cum across his face.

Bobby swallowed and tried to catch his breath. "How was that, George? Did I do it OK?"

"Perfect, my sweet pretty boy."

"Can we be friends........and see each other a lot?"

"Any time you want. I'll give you my card."

Bobby's face was beaming. Suddenly he rememberd his award. "Hey, where my Oscar? Where's my Oscar?"

George searched the back seat. "Here it is."

"Oh, good. I thought I lost it."

"Maybe you should shove it up your ass for safe keeping."

For a second, Bobby was stunned. Then he burst out laughing and they both laughed all the way home.

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