Date: Wed, 8 May 2013 17:06:20 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Warm Hands, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts

"Warm Hands, Part Two"  by Jay Robert    Gay College


I lowered my eyes into a slit, as thought I was sleeping.  You know the
routine.  I turned my eyeballs to see what was going on.  Reed was next to
me and beyond, the man of the hot hands had pulled Reed's towel off.

Yowee, he had red hair on his head but his pubic hair was golden and from
that stood his long thin penis, pale colored except for the reddish pink
head glistening in the light from the single overhead fixture.

He was breathing very loud and saying "Good".  This boy was having a good
time already.  He was glancing at me a few times, worried, I guess, but
soon he forgot me as he was submerged in the great feelings Norman can
produce.

The boy's face was ridiculous.  His eyes were fluttering and rolling
upwards.  His mouth was pursed in an expression of overwhelming pleasure
and his read rolling backwards as if to appeal to heaven.

Pretty soon he was grunting, that meant he was well on his way to shooting.
Norman crooked a finger at me and said, "You can play with him too, he
totally out of it and won't mind."

I scouted over and looked over him as if he was a roast to enjoy.  I spied
his cute pale nipples now erected in joy.  I flicked them with a insolent
finger.  He moaned loudly.  I got my thumb busy and double flicked both of
them.  He opened his eyes and realized that I was doing it.  He smiled with
difficulty but showed me he liked it.

Norman saw it all, the perv, and said, "Put your cock in his mouth!"

I hadn't been blown in three years.  It was in a park men's room and it
happened so fast that I didn't have time to protest (as if I would.)

I stood up on the bench and straddled his waist, leaving plenty of room for
Norman's ministrations and shoved my now stiff prick against his baby lips.
He opened and sucked it in.  He sang a song around it as he suckled softly.
It went right to my balls and I felt as if they were spinning in my sac.  I
confess, I sang and moaned a bit.

Norman, the ring master of this show was smiled broadly as he wanked Reed
and got a hand under my balls and tickled that spot behind them. This
always gets me off fast when I pleasure myself.  How did he know?

My legs began shaking and I noticed Reed was sucking harder and Norman had
come to the last furlong and was producing a blur of his big hands on the
delicate shaft.

Suddenly I had trouble following the action as I began to spill over.  Reed
let out a loud howl and he covered Norman's hands with thick cum.

Norman, always the gentleman, offered his hand to help me get down to the
floor.  He then offered his hand to me, in case I wanted to slurp up the
cum on it.  I shook my head.  Poor red headed Reed was out.  His eyes were
closed and he was huffing like a steam engine.  Norman caressed his cheek.
"Reedy baby, they'll be closing up soon.  Wakey, wakey."

Reed got up on his weak legs and pulled his towel around himself.  Nodding
as if we were some slightly known dudes who happen to be there in the
sauna.

I shrugged.  Why should it fall to me to teach him manners?  Norman, in a
business like manner, wrapped his towel, strode across the room, pushing
Reed out of the way and exiting.

Reed now woke up and gave me a crooked smile, saying: "He's got the hands
of a god."

"Like I don't know," I said.


End Part Two