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Bobby looked like trouble but he was anything but.

He was massive. Built like a football player. He kept his head shaved and wore sunglasses everywhere he went. While he looked like he was in his twenties, he was only 17 years old. He always wore a t-shirt and tight jeans. I would later find out that he wore cheap and skimpy Pierre Cardin briefs. But that’s for a different story…

Bobby lived in our neighborhood with his single mom and little brother. He looked like a tough guy but he was extremely caring and very sensitive. He became a big brother for all of us in the neighborhood.

Bobby would take all the neighborhood boys fishing and camping. He’d also take us to movies and to the amusement park. Everyone loved Bobby. He was good at everything. He was a gifted athlete and was very good at fixing things…Especially cars.

He babysat me and my sisters and stayed over at our place a lot whenever his mother would go away for the weekend.

I loved hanging out with him and being close to him. I remember how I would watch him as he fixed his mom’s beat up old car. I remember watching his big round butt as he worked. I remember how his nipples would get hard through his t-shirt and I remember the big bulge in his snug jeans. I remember how he’d wriggle his lighter out of his front pocket and momentarily touch his crotch.

While I was secretly attracted to Bobby, I feel in love with his kindness.

I remember being terrified at a group picnic because I was being forced to play baseball with the other boys. I tried to avoid everyone so I wouldn't have to play, but it didn't work…My dad and the other fathers called me out.

I was scared to play because I wasn't very athletic, I didn't know the first thing about baseball and I didn't want to embarrass my dad. All I wanted to do was sit in the grass with my sketchbook.

I remember Bobby came over and asked me if I was OK…I broke down and cried. I felt like I could tell him anything and not be laughed at or judged. He wiped my tears and told me not to cry. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to a patch of grass and we sat there drawing all afternoon. He ignored all the other dads and told everyone he just wanted to draw.

He was my hero, my big brother and my secret crush. I was too young to understand my feelings but I was in love with Bobby.

I enjoyed having him in my life even if it was just for a short time. A year later he joined the Marines and I never saw him again. I think about him from time to time and wonder what ever became of him. Is he married? Does he have kids? I wonder if he knew how much he meant to me and the other kids he looked after.

Description

Warning: Contains adult content not suitable for ages 18 and below

Bobby looked like trouble but he was anything but.

He was massive. Built like a football player. He kept his head shaved and wore sunglasses everywhere he went. While he looked like he was in his twenties, he was only 17 years old. He always wore a t-shirt and tight jeans. I would later find out that he wore cheap and skimpy Pierre Cardin briefs. But that’s for a different story…

Bobby lived in our neighborhood with his single mom and little brother. He looked like a tough guy but he was extremely caring and very sensitive. He became a big brother for all of us in the neighborhood.

Bobby would take all the neighborhood boys fishing and camping. He’d also take us to movies and to the amusement park. Everyone loved Bobby. He was good at everything. He was a gifted athlete and was very good at fixing things…Especially cars.

He babysat me and my sisters and stayed over at our place a lot whenever his mother would go away for the weekend.

I loved hanging out with him and being close to him. I remember how I would watch him as he fixed his mom’s beat up old car. I remember watching his big round butt as he worked. I remember how his nipples would get hard through his t-shirt and I remember the big bulge in his snug jeans. I remember how he’d wriggle his lighter out of his front pocket and momentarily touch his crotch.

While I was secretly attracted to Bobby, I feel in love with his kindness.

I remember being terrified at a group picnic because I was being forced to play baseball with the other boys. I tried to avoid everyone so I wouldn't have to play, but it didn't work…My dad and the other fathers called me out.

I was scared to play because I wasn't very athletic, I didn't know the first thing about baseball and I didn't want to embarrass my dad. All I wanted to do was sit in the grass with my sketchbook.

I remember Bobby came over and asked me if I was OK…I broke down and cried. I felt like I could tell him anything and not be laughed at or judged. He wiped my tears and told me not to cry. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to a patch of grass and we sat there drawing all afternoon. He ignored all the other dads and told everyone he just wanted to draw.

He was my hero, my big brother and my secret crush. I was too young to understand my feelings but I was in love with Bobby.

I enjoyed having him in my life even if it was just for a short time. A year later he joined the Marines and I never saw him again. I think about him from time to time and wonder what ever became of him. Is he married? Does he have kids? I wonder if he knew how much he meant to me and the other kids he looked after.