Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 09:58:19 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Jamey You are Handsome" Part One Please do not stay and read this entry. It is for 18 year olds or older. If you refuse to leave, you are here without the permission of the author. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Okay, Jamey would never want to be my friend, not a friend with a scrawny thirteen-year-old freshman, not Jamey. Jamey was the fourteen-year-old prince of Wallace High School. He sailed through the halls ignoring the admiring looks from the girls ... and the boys too. He was only a soph and already he won three letters, basketball, track and tumbling. He walked with the air of a kid who knows that he has everything: rich parents, a convertible coming next year, success in school and fabulous male beauty. I'm not exaggerating. Even my guy friends had to admit that life was unfair when he had a six-foot rugged frame, on which hung perfect muscles. His jeans showed powerful thighs, but of course we all saw them at the tumbling meets. His short sleeve tee shirt exposed his large forearms and when he bent his elbow, his arm muscle popped out, hard and smooth. Add to this body of David, the face found on a Roman statue: perfect nose and curly lips and dark sparkling eyes. When Jamey passed me in the hall I felt weak for a while. Once when he looked at me, his eyes drained all the blood from my body and I staggered to the next class. All this I tell you because of what happened this morning. He passed me. Then he stopped and looked back at me. "Your Aaron, right?" I opened my mouth a few times, looking like a guppy. Finally I croaked, "Yes, I'm Aaron." He put his hand on my shoulder. It felt like a hot branding iron. He looked me full in the eyes. I wished I had kept my sunglasses on. "Look Aaron." (Oh God, my name in his puffy hot lips.) "I notice that you look at me at lot. What's that all about? Are you in love with me?" He said this so earnestly that I thought it was a real query. I said, "Yes, I think I am." He laughed. "You're a funny kid. Say what you doing after school. I got the latest Game Boy and some other good stuff. You want to come over?" Through my dry swollen throat I managed to get out that I would like it, I'd like it more than I could say and where should we meet. It was arranged to meet at the West Exit right after last period. He told me sincerely that he was skipping practice. I was in a daze the rest of the day. I stopped in the boy's room and washed up and partially dried myself with those brown smelly paper towels and also took a piss because my nervousness made me think I had to which I didn't. There he was waiting leaning against the brick next to the exit door. He looked like those pictures of male hustlers thrusting their stuff out to get picked up. "Hi," I said, giving him a chance to escape. "Here I am." He actually smiled and looked real pleased. "Okay Aaron let's go." He put one jock hand on my shoulder and guided me down the path and away from school. "I live just a few blocks from here. Say Aaron, you interested in any sports?" "Naw, I guess I'm a nerd, you know science and computers and stuff like that." "Now don't saw that. You're no nerd. Nerds are funny looking and you are kinda cute. You don't have a real build, but what you got is all prime stuff. I've caught a look at your in the PE showers and you got nothing to be ashamed of. I'd say over 8" hard." Wow, the conversation was going in a direction I hadn't thought it would. He's getting down to sex stuff. Now it is true that I am big, even bigger than he guessed. He never mentioned that I got the biggest balls in freshman class, big low hanging ones. The guys are jealous. I have seen Jamey's stuff. I can't say he's big, but it's nice. But the whole body naked is awesome. If you sprayed him with white paint, he'd definitely look like the statue titled "Young Roman Athlete," that I cut out and carry in my wallet right now. We walked up the path to the house. It wasn't a mansion that would have made a good story, but it was definitely fancier than my families place. There was about an acre of grounds, very expensively planted and the house itself was sort of ultra-modern, all glass and stuff. He let me in the rear door. "No one's home. Want some milk and cookies?" He was treating me like a little boy. I asked if he had beer. "Sure, you want to get a little high? You do some shots with me and chase it with beer. Then we can light up. I know where my Dad keeps him shit." Geez, this was turning into a nice sinful after school special. We went into his bedroom that had a sitting room at one end of it. We both carried the beers and a bottle of bourbon. He smiled at me as he poured the shots. What teeth, perfectly shaped and shining in the dim light of the bedroom. Was there anything on this guy that wasn't gorgeous. We toasted each other and downed the shots and quickly swallowed some beer. We did this three times and my belly was feeling warm. Jamey was feeling the stuff too as he had a kinda goofy, lopsided smile. We talked about school and different teachers, then gradually he mentioned different girls, all of them the knockouts I knew from a distance. Then he got up and opened the humidor of pot and rolled a big fat cigarette. He lit it carefully, took a deep hit and passed it to me. I was conscious that his spit was on it and I started to get hard. I sucked in the smoke, held it awhile and then explosively let it out. That seemed funny to Jamey and he laughed and cuffed me lightly on the shoulder. I didn't mind. Hey guy beat me 'til I holler. Jamey got up and crossed the room and laid on the king size bed. He motioned for me to come over and sit on the edge. His eyes were closed, so it was safe to look him over. One arm was over his head and I could see the beginning of his underarm hair showing. I think that he had a slight mound in his crotch. "Hey Aaron, you know Billy Knowles?" I knew him from around school. He was, in my opinion, a piece of shit. I think he sold drugs too. "Yeah I know of him. Why?" "You think he's gay?" "Gee I don't know. Is he?" "He could be. The other day he hinted that he would give me a hand job if I asked." "What did you say to that?" "I told him I might let him if I got really hard up. You know, if a girl doesn't come across I guy can get blue balls." Suddenly he sat up. He wiped off his tee shirt. Oh my, that chest was a classic. Nice bulging pecs and a crescent of fine hair underlining each side. He also had the beginning of a thin trail of hair leading down to his under pants. He stroked his chest. "You think my chest development is coming along? I've been really knocking myself out in the gym, about three hours a day, well maybe not everyday. Here feel my chest." Like a puppet my hand went out and felt his chest muscles. As my hand passed over them the hell of my hand felt his nipple getting hard. He let out a little hiss. "Gee that's a turn on. Keep it up. It's making me get real hard. You want me to get hard, don't you?" I was confused. What was this hunk coming on to me? He can have any girl he wants. Then in the next moment I got my answer, but I was not sure that I liked it. He spoke to me, his eyes at half-mast. "You like making me feel good. You know I spotted you around school. I could see you liked me, that you were hot for me. I figured we could get together and you could make me feel good. I need to get off at least twice a day. I can't be chatting up a girl and then take an hour to get into her cunt. With guys it's so easy. You want to take this further?" I was breathing a little harder. This touching his chest and feeling his tits was like a dream come true. But I was definitely my own man and I don't want to feel that I am being used. Still, it wouldn't hurt, just this once. "I can make you feel good Jamey. Maybe you should let me slip your pants down." "Now that's my boy. You're getting with the program, the Jamey program. Sure here I go." He took off his jeans leaving himself bare on top and clad only in his white briefs, you know, jock jockeys. His pouch was pooched out. "You can see my penis is already liking you." He grinned wickedly. "Go on, it won't bite, but you can bite it." He laughed some more. Ol' Jamey was having a good time. I passed my hand over the swelling. He let out a deep sigh. "Yeah!" I put my whole hand over his hard, underwear covered prick. "Hey pal, move your hand around. Don't be coy. I know you want to get at it. Think a good friendly hand job for Jamey." I stopped wasting time; I took the damn things off, releasing his cock to flap smartly against his belly. Oh that stomach. It was slightly fuzzy over the six-pack. Right now there was a trace of pre cum just under his cute belly button. His cock was pulsing and inviting me. I took it up in my hand. He moaned quietly. I passed my thumb over the head and wiped away the pre cum, but it instantly more flowed. He was a wet one. He partially sat up. "You can get your clothes off if you want. Then really get to work. I want you to wank me up to a big cum. I got a rag under the mattress you can use to catch the spooge. I got undressed. He let out a low whistle when he saw my cock at full erection. I asked if he liked it. He said non-committally, "Nice. Long too." "Maybe you'd like to feel it? I asked. "Later maybe." This was a kiss off, this was to be one sided. Oh well, might as well get to it. I should be glad that I got this far with my hero. Who would have thought that I'd be here with Jamey naked, half crocked and totally sexed up? Will wonders never end? I put my half closed fist around his dick. He sucked in his breath. I moved slightly. "That's it. Get it going, I'm hurtin'." I took my other hand and reach out and circled his nice ball sack. It wasn't large, but it was friendly. He was really huffing and puffing now. I could feel the ball sack firming up and beginning to rise up so that the balls were on either side of the base. He was beginning to lift his hips, partly as a familiar fucking motion, but also to get more of my hand rubbing him. "Do it harder and faster. Babe, this is good." I followed his instructions, feeling a little like an appliance he had hired. I kept up this shagging for a real long time. He grabbed my hand. "Stop. I can't get off this way unless it my own hand. I need you to do more. Lick it!" Wow! I had never done oral. But he made it temping. I could smell his slight jock body order and it was like nerve gas to me. I was helpless. He had some strong will. I leaned down and licked he cock from root to head. His body reared up. "Oh shit! That feels so excellent. Can you sort of suck it a little?" I took his cock in my mouth and allowed my tongue to swirl over the head and then began moving my mouth over the entire length. He was babbling with pleasure. I did this perhaps ten times when he grabbed my head and held my nose against his wiry pubs. He cock pulsed. I knew he was about to cum, but his strong arms were holding me tight. His cock slipped down my throat. I kept swallowing and that gave him added stimulation. Finally he let out a howl and unloaded down my throat. I never even tasted it. It went right down. But later he got a bit of a taste as his cock softened and the last dribble him my tongue. It was much sweeter than my cum (Yeah I tasted mine) Mine was saltier. There I was, my mouth over his now limp cock, he in a state of after cum bliss. As for me, my cock was so hard it hurt. He rubbed my hair. "That was fabulous. You are some cock sucker." When I told him that it was my first time he said that he was proud to be the one. Now all that was nice, but what about my hard on, my need to get off. "Jamey, you want to do something for me?" "You mean jerk you off or suck you? No way. I'm the one who gets it, never gives it. But if you want to get yourself off, I'll watch you. That usually does it for gay guys, but don't come on me." It was humiliating, but I had to get off. I stared down on his beauty and wanked away. It didn't take more than ten strokes before I called out that I was cumming. As I spewed into his cum rag I could hear him laughing. "Good cum kid. You could put out a fire with that much". The next five minutes were awkward. You know the finding discarded clothes and getting dressed without words spoken. Jamey didn't both to dress. He just crossed the room and took his bathrobe off a hook and put it on and fastened the belt tightly as if I would attach him. He didn't even see me out. Once outside I began to whistle. This was not a perfect love meeting, but it sure held memories for me that I could trot out and rub-a-dub myself over. I saw Jamey the next day in school. He was coming down the hall along with his adoring posse of a couple of mates and three sexy girls. He nodded distantly at me. You think the story is over....no way. Later that day Jamey caught up with me. "Hey Aaron. What you doing after school," he smiled wickedly at me. "Practice called off, coach is sick. Maybe we can think of something to do to pass the time." He shot a friendly punch at my skinny arm. Do you think I could say no. I ought to have, but I was weak in the knee and thrilled at his paying attention to me again. "Sure Jamey. Meet you in the usual place, usual time." "Eh Aaron. No good. I don't want kids to think we are a couple. Can you just come over my house?" "Sure," I said weakly, but breathlessly. Three thirty came and I was at his rear door. "It's open," he called in his joke, raspy voice. I already felt my pants being pushed out. "Upstairs," was the next direction. I found him in his plaid bathrobe. It was open in front. He was naked and his shit was out for view. "Get undressed and get into the game." I slipped off my clothes and stood in front of him. There is no doubt that Jamey took me in and as his eyes raked over my body I could see him get all serious and introspective. He reached down and tried to quiet his jumping cock. "You want to get on your knees now? I'm hot to trot." I took hold of my rapidly rising cock and stroked it as I delivered my manifesto to the beauty on the chair. "Listen Jamey. I don't have to tell you how I admire you and love doing stuff with you, but I have some pride. It can't be one way. How about we get on the bed and we can do each other mutually?" He began to get a little red and breathed audible. I think he liked the idea, but out loud he said, "You mean a sixty-nine? No way Jose. I don't give head." But he kept staring at my cock. "Okay Jamey boy, if that's final, I'll just get dressed." I reached for my jeans and began to put them on. This was a dramatic move and a little stupid because my under shorts should have been put on first. But it worked!! Jamey got up, cock out like a flag pole. "Wait Aaron. I could give it a try for a minute, but if you ever tell anyone about this, your head will be stuffed up your ass and everyone will know you are a queer." I shrugged. Queer is as queer does and Jamey is in that category. He took off his robe and headed toward the bed giving me a full view of his muscular ass. He lay on the bed and I took off the partly donned jeans and joined him, arranging myself so that my head was in his crotch. I felt his breath on my erection. He must be surveying the job to be done and was maybe getting cold feet, but you know that the little head rules the big head and I felt him getting real close to my torpedo. I decided to wait until he made the first move. I wanted to try to counter the ascendancy he had tried to engineer. At last I felt something heavenly. He had stuck out his tongue and licked the protruding head of my dick. Nothing happened then. I think he was experiencing the taste. It must have been palatable as he went for another sample. This time his hot lips closed around the head. Okay, that was enough for me. I ended the standoff by fully taking his cock into my mouth and working my tongue all over it. He grunted loudly in appreciation and got the idea that he better get on with it. It was tit-for-tat, or rather cock-for-tat as he imitated my gestures and allowed my cock to enter his mouth. Almost immediately, as if by instinct, his lips closed over the head and he allowed it to go deeper into his mouth. His tongue seemed to have a life of it's own as it danced a tattoo over the surface of my cock. My head was swimming. Remember, this was the first time I had been sucked. Jamey was happily at work. Both of us were stimulated by the sucking of our cocks and our mouths were getting a lovely play as well. Jamey was humming in pleasure. I patted his lush backside in warm comradeship. I gave renewed attention to his cock. He was beginning to fuck my mouth at bit. I could feel his balls lifting and his sack getting thicker. He was going to blow soon. He was a born cocksucker and was just finding out. If I took my cock out of his mouth he would beg for it to return. The room was filled with the sounds of sucking and moaning and manly grunts. I was falling headlong it a monster cum. It was starting way down in my toes and going up in electric waves all the way to my thighs. It stayed there making my legs shake and lift. My cock was being beautifully sucked, now fast and hard. Jamey's coming orgasm must be making him suck furiously. Suddenly Jamey took his mouth away and screamed out that he was "fucking cumming". I immediately let all control end and opened my body to deliver my load. My stomach muscles were locked, but my hips were undulating in and out. Jamey shot a small load into my craw, but that was just a trial run. Next the big one came and he flooded me with so much delicious spooge that I could hardly swallow it all. My own flood gates opened and I was flipping like a fish out of water on a dry deck as my long held cum shot out so hard that I almost passed out. The two of us were delivering third and forth heavy cums, grunting and moaning like cum brothers. At last the flows stopped. We each held the cocks in our mouths, reluctantly to let go. We both softened and they fell out. I could feel Jamey's heavy breath on my crotch as he struggled to gain he normal breathing. He was like the jock who had run a big race. Finally he cleared his throat and sat up. "That was hot! But never again. I just lost myself and it was scary." "Never say never, lover. It was too good to throw the chance for a repeat away." I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He stiffened in alarm and tried to pull away. I put as restraining hand on the back of his head and pressed his lips several times. I could taste my own cum on his breath. The kiss was intoxicating. Suddenly Jamey put the tip of his tongue at the partly open lips. I opened completely and let him in. We kissed, alternating sly tongues a long time, finally parting because we were getting faint with the effect. Jamey sat on the bed. "I just can't believe all this. Do you think I am queer?" "Don't know, but I think we both like getting high on sex and the cum. Oh shit, the cum. Never felt anything like that before. Let's just not get analytical and enjoy the memory. I gotta go now." We were still naked and Jamey grabbed me in a tight hug his still wet cock sliding over my stomach. We held that for a long time until Jamey sort of cleared his throat. "Well kid, see you around." Yeah, he is now on the way to being my boy, but he doesn't know it. End Part Two shows the change in balance of the two boys and some new experimentation.