Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2007 15:25:16 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Kevin Lets Us Play With It" by Jay Roberts gay young friends Oh no you don't, you under 18 year old. Oh no, not wanted here by the author, your parents, your community, your church and a whole bunch of other people. Come back to this stuff when you are over 18. The rest of you, if you can stand it.....stay and enjoy. Who is Kevin in the title? I'm glad you asked. Kevin is assistant lifeguard on ------Beach in California. His boss on that elevated stand with the chair on top is Joey, a thirty-year old loser. Kevin is still in high school, he's seventeen. Kevin is the most beautiful human I have ever seen. He makes Zac Efron look like Frankenstein. Kevin is on the swim team in my high school and that partly accounts for his outstanding body with pecs that stick out in rounded beauty, with nipples pulled to the side by the muscles. He is a white blond who tans darkly, what a sight. His white blond, curly hair forms a helmet like the sun on his head and his hairless chest gleams in the California sun. You should see his strong legs, covered with a hazy of pale blond hair, even the tops of his insteps has it and makes his tan feet look so scrumptious. This is a boy who drives girls and even straight males crazy. I am Joey, only thirteen, but I am way ahead in the development race with Mikey, who is the same age, but still looks like a ten year old. Mikey has a little boy weenie, but it gets hard just like my big boy one. I've got some hairs growing around it and my ball bag is pretty big and I have two golf balls inside. Mikey admires me greatly, but when it comes to getting excited, it's Kevin by a mile. We two dopes set up everyday at the bottom of his raised chair and moon over him. We watch the girls stop by to flirt and some get pretty forward. One girl, who I know is my age and in my class rubs his cute foot and I've seen a big stiffy rise in his red nylon shorts. He ignores it and just keeps twirling his whistle, around and around, smiling faintly with his puffy, kissable lips and his blue eyes glinting through his narrowed lids. Sometimes Kevin treats us like his servants. "Hey Joey and Mikey. Get me a coke." He never gives us the money, but we are thrilled to be asked and we run up across the burning sands to the refreshment area to get it. He grunts when we give it to him, that's supposed to take the place of a thanks. Today something wonderful happened. His senior life guard had left a long time before closing. He was such a goof off. Poor Kevin had to cover both tours. But the beach of officially closing, it was five o'clock and Kevin was putting up the signs that advised that there was no lifeguard and you had to swim at your own risk. He walked back to where we were beginning to pack up. His hands were on his hips. "Say gnomes, Don't you guys use a sun block? You're both getting burned. Come in the shack here and I'll put some on you." Mikey and I looked at each other incredulously. First of all the God was talking to us. Secondly he noticed us and even worried about us. We meekly climbed the four rungs to the platform and then into the little shack on top. It was hot in there. There was a beach lounging chair, a medicine cabinet and pictures of nude girls on the wall. "You first, Mikey, that is your name?" Mikey gulped but just could get any words out. Kevin squeezed some white stuff on his big brown hand. Crazily I thought it looked like my sperm that I had just managed to shoot out a week ago. He rubbed in on Mikey's cheeks and then up and down his body, even his legs. This process left my friend completely red in the face and chest. He was breathing like he had just run a mile. Then suddenly he got pale and he seemed to sag down. "Oh shit, the kid has fainted," said Kevin suppressing a smile. He knew exactly what was going on and the effect he was having. "Just sit over here on the stool and you'll be fine in a minute." He looked at me. "You're even more burnt Joey. Come here." He sat on the edge of the beach chair and I stood between his splayed fuzzy legs. I was already feeling dizzy and hoped I wouldn't pass out too. He almost lovingly rubbed my chest and back. Then he pulled my trunks down a bit and rubbed to place where my ass began and then on my smooth belly. I was breathing so deeply that you could hear it like a soft moan. Kevin was smiling broadly. "Okay trainees, you two have been ogling my garbage everyday. Now I'm going to give you both a treat." He lay down on the beach chair, we could see his big fat penis laying stiff and laying in side the suit towards his hip. He slipped off his trunks and his cock stood up straight in the air like a periscope. The area he exposed was pale, not tan. But his dick was tan naturally as were his big ball sac. "Do you kid spank the monkey?" We looked blank. "Do you choke the chicken?" Still no reaction from us until Mikey said, "He mean wanking. Joey does it all the time, even in class." Kevin laughed. "That's the boy. I mean like this." He began gently stroking his big dick and looking at us slyly. "Would you like to do this for me?" We both answered immediately, "Sure," "Okay, but if I'm going to be bare assed naked, you guys got to take off your suits too." Mikey and I looked at each other. It was embarrassing at that age to bare all, but Mikey who had nothing really grown up to display was less reluctant. He pulled off his short exposing his little pinky finger sized weenie and giggled because it was stiff and sticking out. I shrugged and with one motion dropped my board shorts. Kevin looked at my erection, that must be at least five and a half inches, because I had measured it, whistled in admiration. Nice garbage kid. I guess you must making sperm now. How often do you wank?" "Not often," I lied. He knew it was a lie and patted me on the head as if I was a dog. "Okay young'uns, you first Joey with the purple Italian cock." It was true, my penis and balls were almost maroon. My dad's was the same. I guess that's Italian. Anyway and reached over and as I got close I could smell him. It wasn't unpleasant, just sexy. I could see his cover had retracted a bit from his erection and his pink moist cock head was peeking out. I take my hand and lifted his heavy cock. I heard him sigh as I did it and I was glad I could get a reaction from him. I cupped my hand around it and slightly moved my hand. "Oh shit," he breathed, "That's so good. Keep it up. And you Mikey, come over close and let me kiss you little baby cocklet." Mikey came right up to Kevin's head and Kevin turned toward him and kissed the tip of his little hard penis. Mikey sobbed out a cry of pleasure. "You like that don't you?" Meanwhile I had wiped my thumb over the head of his penis. It was now leaking. At first I thought he was cuming but it was just making a little milk. Kevin pursed his full lips and surrounded little Mikey's stiff prick. Mikey was crooning like a baby at the bottle as Kevin slightly sucked him. Suddenly Mikey's lower body began moving back and forth and his knees collapsed and he slipped to the floor again. "What am I to do with you Mikey. You are a fainter." Mikey spoke as he got up holding on to the lounge chair. "I couldn't help it this time. Something weird happened. I felt like I was going to piss but it felt so good on my weenie. Meanwhile Kevin was beginning to breathe heavier. I moved my hand faster and suddenly his penis began spewing thick white stuff all over his tan belly and chest and he was moaning and shouted, "I'm cuming, you little bastard." I guess he was mad at me, but he did tell me to do it. I was confused. Finally he seemed to return to normal. "Get me that towel to wipe off the spooge. That was real nice Joey. Thanks. Would you like me to do it to you?" "I guess so," I said, relieved that he wasn't angry. I lay down on the lounge chair at his direction. He took hold of my penis the same was as I did, but he also slipped his other hand and surrounded my ball bag and held on gently and pulled it right and left slightly. I don't know which felt better, his ball handling or his insistent stroking of my penis. I knew that I couldn't avoid spilling sperm in a few moments because the feelings were overwhelming. He spoke in a whisper to me, "Hey little guy don't fight the feeling. Let it go." I groaned loudly and my hips began to thrust back and forth. And then my penis seemed to pull in and then my balls began to vibrate and I shot out long streams of white stuff. I was sorry that most of it landed on Kevin's chest and hand but I couldn't help it. But when I stopped discharging I was shocked to see Kevin wipe it up with his finger and put his finger in his mouth. He did it several times until there was no more and he purred happily as he ate it. "You have delicious boy cum, sweet and tangy at the same time. How about giving me a little kiss?" I could hardly believe my ears, but I leaned down and his warm full lips surrounded mine and he pressed hard, released and pressed again, then his tongue licked my lips. I almost pulled a Mikey, my head was spinning so hard. "You kids did very well. The trouble is that I'm stiff again. Who would like to suck me?" Mikey who had been watching closely when I was getting sucked now stepped up, his little hard on shaking and flexing. "Me, me, me." "I don't know little guy, last time I did it you fainted. Can you stay conscious when you suck me?" As an answer, little Mikey jumped up and straddled Kevin's hairy thighs and started a vigorous bobbing of his head, sucking like he was trying to get something stuck in there out. Kevin put his hand on Mikey's head, "Hey little vacuum cleaner, slow down, soft and easy wins the cum race you know." Mikey then began a slow sensuous sucking, like he was on his mother's tit. Pretty soon Kevin's eyes rolled back and he began drooling. "Oh that's sweet, boy. You got me rockin' . I can't hold out much longer. Your mouth is so hot and your tongue is nasty." Then the pretty lifeguard screamed, almost girlishly and his hips began lifting and fucking Mikey's mouth. I could see Mikey's swallowing. It must have been a big load because some ran down the corner's of his mouth. He swept his tongue around. "Excellent stuff. I guess you eat healthy food. When can we do it again?" Kevin, speaking breathlessly, "You guys may be thirteen, but you're too much for me. I need rest, maybe a week or two. And something else, kids, don't camp at the bottom of my chair. It looks like I'm queer for young boys or something." It just goes to show you. They say handsome is as handsome does, but here's a case of handsome can be a shithead. We never had a session with Kevin again, in fact we avoided his station. There were plenty of kids our age we could teach what we learned that day. End Isn't it true that when they are horny everything is sweet, then when they get their fill of sex they send you to the curb.