Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2010 07:55:58 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Young Kids with Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberets Bi Sex Young Friends "Young Kids with Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Bi Sex Young Friends I don't know what there is about two kids on a sleep over, but it seems to regress us to age four. The two of us were wrestling on Harve's big, extra wide bed, naked and giggling loudly. We were making such a racket that his father banged on the door and told us to quiet down, that it was ten o'clock and we ought to be asleep. Shit, it was Friday, no school the next day, what was his problem? But we did sober up and I reached for my pajama bottom when Harve stayed my hand. "No need, let's sleep commando." I shrugged, but it made me nervous because the few times I slept with him he made queer moves on me, when I was asleep, and it was hard for me not to get stiff and once I let out some stuff that may have stained the sheets. I got in first and howled because the sheets were icy cold on my bare butt. "I'll warm you up, if you want," he said. "No thanks. Turn out the light." He reached way over to the night table. I had to admit, seeing him from as he stretched, that his back was as pretty as a girls and his butt was full and smooth looking. I already had a faint fuzz of hair on mine. I saw it by holding a mirror. It was hard to do, but I managed. I hadn't realized how muscular my ass cheeks had become. Lot of bike riding, maybe. I lay on my back. Shit, I wasn't sleepy at all. I kept replaying that scene in the garage with Angie. I'm going to ask her next time if I can see her pussy, maybe touch it, and her boobs, if she had any. Oops, that kind of thinking was getting my friend down there to wake up too and in a minute, I had a stiff one. It was getting tickled by the sheet. I wondered if I could rub one off and not waken Harve. Maybe I could, but what would I do with the stuff that came out. If I rubbed it all over my chest, I'd have to wait hours for it to dry, and then, it did have an odor, not a bad one, but a definite one, kinda like a laundry room. Then I remembered, before the light went out, that there was a box of tissues on the night table next to me. I reached out. The movement shook the bed and Harve murmured in his sleep, and moved over almost to where I had vacated in my reaching. I had the tissue in my hand and I squeezed into the small space left. His smooth warm body was against my whole side. That closeness intensified my horniness. I knew I had all night to make my cock feel good so I was in no hurry. I slipped my hand under my ball sac. It was a little cold from being outside the covers and my balls retracted like I was swimming in icy water, but they quickly relaxed and my balls were spread out over my palm. I closed my palm slightly and my cock gave a jump. My balls and sac are really sensitive and I can get off just by playing with it. Of course, the main event always involves my cock. Even then, there are different places that have different effects. For example, if I shag really hard, it seems to stimulate the part of my cock shaft that is inside my body and that usually ends up in a quick spurt and the end of the fun, so I avoid too heavy a shag. The opposite is being too tender and barely touching. That is just too hot and I'm gone and into a drippy cum. I quickly discovered that spot just below the head. No question, that is the real space to rub. Sometimes I rub the head, around the piss slit, but that is pleasant torture and I can't do that too long or my body jackknifes in agony. This time I loosely wrapped my now warm hand around my cock shaft and rubbed lightly back and forth. In a minute I was deep breathing as if I had been running. Oops, my shoulder kept banging against the sleeping Harve and he stirred and put his arm over my chest. That was nice, a hug, sort of. I rubbed back and sighed happily. But his hand was over right pec. You know, my man nipples, that useless decoration that we guys have. Oh but it didn't seem useless right now. So help me, I got a nipple hard on and Harve, in his sleep sensed it and passed his finger back and forth over it. I moaned helplessly and hoped he wouldn't stop. The nipples seemed to be connected by an electric cord, right down to my cock and it was leaping in excitement. I felt droplets of pre cum on he head. The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing...until, Harve's baby voice spoke. "You want me to rub it?" Now this was terrible. It was gay. It was dirty. It sounded so hot, I almost spilled at the thought. I had to clear my throat three times to answer, "If you want to." "No friend, if you want me to." The fucking bastard, he wanted a commitment from me and if I said I want it, it would make me sound like a faggot, but I was needy, I just had to finish up. I took the easy way out and grunted and sort of said a yes. He immediate put half his soft warm body over mine and he small hand reached out to grab my dick. He used the same technique, I suppose that he did on his little prick. It wasn't too exciting and enabled me to hang on. As he went on, back and forth, it kept me happy, but far from cumming. It was, to tell the truth, a little boring. Finally, I guess he knew that he was a failure. Then, suddenly, he put his index finger in my mouth. Wow, that was hot. I found that I was sucking in wildly. I heard him laughing. "You are a real sucker." Then he whirled his body around until his little cock was at my face and at the same time, began licking my cock. I swallowed his, just like I had done with his finger. He moaned in a high soprano and my alto joined him in a duet. This was more than my young libido could stand. I lifted my head and warned him that I was going to spill over. He said, in a firm voice, "Do it!" My hips began pushing and retreating and I felt my cock get like wood. With a strangled cry I shot some stuff into his slurping mouth. When I finished, he sat up. "It tastes good. Here try it." He put his pretty lips against mine and pressed hard until I opened up and I tasted my cum. But he kept kissing and rubbing his cock against my belly until he suddenly cried out and shook. I knew he had one of his orgasms. "That was outstanding," he said when we lay back and tried to get into a sleep mood. "Let's invite Angie again tomorrow and we can work as a team on her. We bumped fists in agreement and I slipped easily, now, into a deep sleep. End Part Two