Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2010 10:21:46 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I'm in Love with Toby, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts  Gay Young Friends

Going upstairs was a riot.  I kept missing the steps and falling
backward and he kept catching me.  We were laughing like loons,
but as soon as we were in his bedroom, everything seemed to get
tense and serious.

"Let's strip," Toby said.  It was more a command than a
suggestion.

He was only wearing his shorts and slides, so he was down to his
red briefs in a sec.  I was a little slow, partly from shyness
but also because of the beer and pot.  I finally stood before him
wearing only my white briefs.

"Fruit of the Loom?" he said giggling.

"Naw," I said huffily, "There Calvins."

"Excuse m-e-e-e.  Take em' off."  He said and pulled his off and
threw them into the corner.

I imitated him, but twirled them a bit before throwing them.

Suddenly we faced each other naked.  My fair baby skin and lower
height made me look years younger than Toby.  I noticed he pulled
in his stomach and threw out his muscled chest.  He looked
gorgeous.

"Come over to the bed.  Do you jerk off?"

This was no time to be coy.  "Sure, every chance I get."

He laughed.  "Did you ever do it with another guy?"

"No but I had a CD with a kid jerking off and I timed myself to
go off with him.  It was hot."

"I see you're real experienced.  Right now you're gonna wank me
until I cum."

"Right," I said weakly, hedging to see what was next.

He lay on his bed, on his back, his penis half hard and listing
over onto his lean hip.  "Take it in your hand and make friends
with it."

His penis was very long, but thin.  When it got hard, it curved
in the middle.  Mine was short and fat like a doobie, he said.

He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the moment.  "Wrap your fist
around it and just hold it.  Ah, that's nice.  Look, I'm leaking
already.  It must like you."

I felt a little stupid, but turned on, if you can imagine that
conflicting feeling.  I could smell the pre cum, it was a strong
smell I can't describe, very earthy and very...Toby.

He had a bit a difficulty is speaking.  His usual slick line of
shit was interfered with by the rising excitement he was feeling,
but he told me that he had mastered his cums, that he could do
half a cum and then hold it and do the other half afterward.

That sounded great.  I determined to learn that.  I could then
jerk off twice as much.

He put a hand on the hand encircling his prick.  "When you start
to move and really turn me on, don't forget to do my balls too.
And oh yes, don't get alarmed if I spit at you.  That helps me
control the cum."

Wow, this was getting weird, but if he told me I had to drink his
piss, I probably would.

So there I was, doing my duty for Toby, kinda like his sex
servant.  While I had dreamed of this, it felt a little as if I
had committed myself to being bossed around.  I followed his
instructions and got my other hand around his warm full ball sac.
He sighed loudly at that, using his vocalization to give me clues
to what he wanted.

"Swing 'em Billy."

"What?"

"Move my sac back and forth, that really gets me going."

Following the leader's words, I began a back and forth motion.  I
looked at him, his chest was scarlet as well as his face.  He had
an expression of pain, at least his features were screwed up into
a grimace.  I hoped I hadn't broken something.

Suddenly he stiffened, and he began spitting several streams of
saliva at my bare chest.  It was almost as if he had come via his
mouth, but there was no mistaking where his cum came from.  I
looked at his prick, it was emitting fragrant spooge.  Here he
was, ejaculating from two places, the lucky duck.  He was in
spasms and seemed to have gone to another planet.

Suddenly I felt my own penis begin to flutter and I spilled over
between my legs, on the floor.  When he came to, from his cum
coma, he smiled at me.  "You did good."

"Do I get an "A"?"

"You bet Billy, you're the current champ."

"Who was my competition?"

"Better I don't say.  Now do you want me to shag you off?"

I pointed to the floor.

"Hey you're a hot honey, just helping me, made you shoot.  I like
that."

We got dressed, and somehow we seemed to revert to the fourteen
year olds we were and Toby pulled out a box of electronic games
from under the bed.

Before long we were wacking away at the controllers and almost
forgetting the over whelming events of earlier.

I realized it was late, and I better get home.  Toby said, "You
can use my brother's bike, it's a long trip.  So there I was,
riding into the fall, chilly night, thinking of the strange day I
spent.

End Part Two