Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 12:32:10 +1000 From: Robby Andrews Subject: ROBBY AND PETER - AN UNSPOKEN FRIENDSHIP This is a true story and is the second I have posted on this wonderful Nifty Stories site. My first story was called `Bryan and Robby make it at last' -- you can find it in the young friends section dated Oct 16th 2005. (Maybe I should have entitled it Robby and Bryan, then the series - if there is going to be one - will be easier to find as any subsequent stories I write will be called Robby and ...). This story is about two boys exploring sexual attraction towards each other, if you are underage or not permitted to read this sort of stuff for any reason -- then you should leave now... Thank you to those of you that sent me an email about Bryan's story, I didn't expect any of that. I was pleased that I obviously brought so many of you pleasure!! Your comments inspired me to keep going with another story of my experiences so far.. If you like this one, then you can email me at aussierobby@hotmail.com.au ROBBY AND PETER -- AN UNSPOKEN FRIEDNSHIP Peter was an unusual boy. He was 13 going on 14, just like me, we were in the same class at school but he had only arrived at the beginning on the year, so I hadn't known him for long. Peter was a very bright student and a very quiet student. He had skin and features that made you think he had been sculptured out of some beautiful piece of stone, he was almost unreal. He was admired by the teachers in our school because he was very brainy and could answer any question asked, but he wasn't the sort of boy that would shoot his hand up first, he always gave other people the opportunity to answer first. Like I said, he was almost too good to be true. I never once saw him get into trouble with a teacher -- unlike the rest of us in the class! The strange thing in all this was that Peter never really had any close friends throughout his first months at our school. It wasn't as if people ignored him or were rude to him or anything like that, it just seemed that most of the other boys had close friends already. But I also expect it was a case of most boys found Peter a bit too smart and intelligent for them perhaps. From my point of view I had my best friend Bryan so I wasn't really looking for any other friends, Bryan and I kept each other very busy... (see Bryan & Robbie in young friends...) However, Peter intrigued me. More and more I would find myself staring at him across the room, sometimes our eyes met, sometimes I was able to stare at him while he was writing away and just soak in the beauty that seemed to ooze out of this boy. As I became more and more infatuated with him -- and therefore spent more time gazing at him - I noticed that every now and again, when I would look over towards him -- he would already be looking at me... The first time this happened I literally went weak at the knees -- it was just as well I was sitting down really... Our eyes locked together, neither of us appearing to feel the need to quickly look away. It was as thought we were analyzing each others thoughts at that moment. At this point in the story I am finding it difficult to put into words what started to happen between Peter and I, mainly I think it was because while all this was happening I'm not sure Peter and I fully understood it. I just hope I can do the story justice and paint a word picture for you that will explain this very special relationship... At some point, not longer after Peter and I caught ourselves looking at each other, we had started to sit beside each other during breaks throughout the day. Neither of us was much interested in sport, it seemed we just like sitting and watching the world go by. The strange thing was that Peter and I hardly ever had a conversation with each other. If one of us was sitting down and the other came along it was simply a case of "Hi" and the other person would sit down. We even shared each other's lunch one day, without really having said anything much about it, for some reason it seemed natural. The following month the teacher decided to rearrange our seating arrangements in class to try and split up some of the more rowdy boys. Without any request from Peter or me to the teacher, he told us to share a desk. (There were two students to each desk). The first time Peter and I sat through a lesson together we never spoke once, we simply sat there, our legs touching and our arms touching most if the time. We sat in what they probably call `companionable silence'. It was later in the year that we realized we were spending more time talking to each other about stuff. When we spoke, we would look into each others eyes as though we were the only two people that mattered, we would have given the impression to anyone else who bothered to notice that we were very intent on listening to what the other was saying. One day I was relating a story to him that was a bit `deep and meaningful' and when I had finished he smiled and as he made a comment on what I had been talking about -- he put his hand on my shoulder. To say electricity passed between us would be an understatement. We both gave a slight shudder. I could do nothing else than place my hand on his shoulder, a sort of sign that I had experienced something special and wanted him to feel it too it that were possible. He did, his eyebrows frowned slightly as he felt what I had felt. That afternoon we seemed to be sitting closer than normal at our desk, our legs weren't just touching they were pressing together. I never could work out which one of us was doing the pressing. A couple of times we turned and looked into each other eyes, as though we knew something as happening but we weren't sure what. Towards the end of that strange week I plucked up the courage to ask Peter if he would like to come and stay the weekend with me. I knew he lived in a town whereas we lived in the country. He smiled at the suggestion and said that he would like that every much and would talk to his parents about it that night. They apparently were happy for him to do that as he rang that night to say it was okay with his parents if it was okay with mine. I had already asked mine so I was able to say it as okay and suggested he brought all of the things he would need for the weekend with him to school on Friday and he could come home with me on our school bus. The plan was for him to stay right through until Monday morning. That night I made a special effort to tidy up my room, which had two single beds and a lot of floor space. I made sure I had all my `older boys' books on the shelf and hid anything that was from my previous life as a prepubescent boy! I wanted to make the right impression on Peter. All during classes on Friday Peter and I sat especially close, when we went out for breaks during the day, we still sat together somewhere -- as close as possible. We watched other kids playing around us and I remember us making comments to each other about the `kids' we were surrounded by -- as though we were somehow on a lever slightly higher than them! I don't think we were overly `full of ourselves' it just seemed that we existed (when we were with each other) in our own realm and everyone else seemed superfluous. The afternoon bell rang; Peter and I looked at each other and smiled... We left the school on the bus for the 30 minute ride home. We talked about some of the things we might do over the weekend, but didn't make any specific plans. I should point out at this point that if it had been Bryan and I heading home for a weekend together, we would have been talking about all the ways we would be having sex together over the weekend! Bryan and I had discovered the joy of sharing mutual masturbation and oral sex some months before, and enjoyed a very healthy sex life together -- when we had the chance! I have to confess that while Peter and I had never talked about anything to do with sex; I had many times wondered what he looked like naked. In the months since I first met him I had never once managed to see him naked in the showers at school. It wasn't that he avoided me there it was just that it never worked out in such a way that we were in the showers at the same time. But I HAD pictured him in the showers often as I carried out my nightly ritual of `releasing the day's pressures' through the delight of self stimulation! We arrived home to an empty house as my parents both work. We headed up to my room and I closed the door behind us. At that moment it occurred to me that the next logical thing to do was to change out of our school clothes... What would Peter want to do? Would we get changed in front of each other or would he want to go into the bathroom? I said to him "the bathrooms just through there on the left if you need it"; he said" okay" but made no move to head in that direction. I went to my chest of drawers and removed some shorts and a tee shirt and put them on my bed, making it obvious what I was going to do. Peter got similar clothes out of his bag and put them on his bed... So far so good... Again we had one of those special moments where our eyes met. There were no smiles, nothing was said, we just looked into each others eyes saying nothing - but at the same exchanging volumes of words and feelings. While we looked into each others eyes, we started to get undressed. I removed my shirt and then my shoes and socks, Peter repeated my actions. Normally I would have been a little shy at this stage -- removing my pants in front of someone for the first time, but in this instance I never gave it a second thought. We basically removed our pants in unison finally standing there in only our underpants. It seemed that was the first moment we stopped looking directly into each other eyes, but instead allowed our eyes (without any embarrassment) to look at each others semi-naked bodies. Peter's skin was as smooth as it was possible for skin to be. It was a slightly olive colour which made him look all the more beautiful and sensuous looking to me. My own body wasn't all that shabby either; everything was in the right place and appeared to be in the right proportions for a nearly 14 year old. I noticed Peter's nipples were much larger than mine and quite a lot darker and fuller. I somehow managed to look down to his legs without having dwelt on the one bit that I was REALLY interested in... His legs were a lovely olive colour, like the rest of him and were completely smooth and hairless. Now it may seem to the reader that we were standing there for about ten minutes staring at each other bodies, but in reality it probably only lasted 15 seconds. Our eyes met again and all I can say is that I knew at that moment where they term "butterflies in my stomach" came from... I had a whole battalion of them fluttering around inside me. It was as though we had both been waiting for this moment all year -- without ever having spoken about it. As Peter held my gaze -- he put his fingers into the top of his underpants and slid them down his legs and off altogether. He stood there in front of me completely and utterly naked. To my credit I can say that my eyes never left Peters, I could however see his penis out of the corner of my eye. I could see that it was the same colour as the rest of him; there was no discernable area where his underpants had been. It was not even slightly erect and from my peripheral view of it -- he had no sign of pubic hair what so ever. There was nothing for me to do -- nor anything else I WANTED to do -- except follow his lead. I removed my own underpants the same gentle way he had. I was amazed to realize that I also was devoid of any hint of an erection. Had it been Bryan and I going through this unspoken ritual -- then we would both have been sporting very obvious erections! But what was happening between Peter and I was different, it is so hard to put into words, it is as though we both wanted to reveal ourselves completely to the other -- without it being a particularly sexual act. We both stood there looking into each other eyes for an `hour or so' that actually lasted about 15 seconds, then Peter walked over to me and put his arms on my shoulders, he looked at me for a moment then he brought his hands in towards my neck until he was cupping both my ears, with his fingers just slightly around the back of my neck. I could feel him drawing my face towards his, I didn't resist in the slightest, allowing him to bring our faces together until our lips met and he kissed me. I wanted to fall in a heap on the floor, but managed to stand there and accept whatever this specimen of boy perfection wanted to do to me. As we kissed, my arms went around him and just held his back, his skin warm and dry to my touch. He released me from the kiss and put the side of his head against mine while drawing our naked bodies together. At the moment of bodily contact I was aware for a spilt second that still neither of us had developed an erection. But as we stood there embracing we pushed slightly into each others pubic areas and the swelling began. As our penises started to grow we both pushed in harder towards each other. We moved slightly against each other enhancing the feeling of our little `boys' rubbing against each other. I decided I should take some sort of lead at about this point so that Peter would know I was with him 110%. I let my hands slide from his back down to his thighs; I slid them up and down his velvet skin for a few moments before easing them in between us. He moved back from me slightly -- just enough to allow my hands to enter the warm space between us. I went straight in and cupped his balls with one hand and grasped his now very stuff penis with my other hand. I rubbed him all over that beautiful private area of his, confirming what I had thought I had seen out of the corner of my eye -- the fact that there did not seem to be a single hair to be found at the base of his 14 year old penis. As I stroked him he put his lips on mine again and with his head slightly turned to one side drove his tongue into my mouth. My mouth opened wide to accept his tongue, they happily intertwined and made their own sort of love. After a few minutes Peter's hand joined mine in that warm area between us where our twin erections rubbed against each other. He actually closed his eyes while his hands explored my own piece of erect boyhood. He rubbed my foreskin back and forth over the end of my penis, he cupped my two little `boys' and had me standing there experiencing feelings I had never thought possible. As with most things between Peter and me, with some sort of unspoken mutual agreement we sat down on the bed that we had been standing closet to. We lay on our sides alternately kissing and feeling each other. He put his hands under my legs and moved them over so that I was lying outstretched on the bed; he lay down beside me and continued to rub his hands over my body. We lay face to face, our penises in contact with each other all the time. He explored my face, I explored his engorged nipples, licking them and rubbing them. Peter joined me in this by kissing my own nipples, arousing more feelings in me that I hadn't felt before. His head continued down my chest and tummy, not bothering to explore anything else until his mouth had reached my penis... I was just about to be sucked by the most perfect boy in the world. He didn't run his tongue round me -- he just took my penis in his mouth and ran his lips down its length until he reached the base. Then he moved his mouth back up to the very end of it again, his fingers slid my foreskin all the way back as his mouth began to lick and suck that tender and now very exposed part of my boyhood. I could not believe the new sensations I was feeling, I had been sucked before, but nothing had ever felt this sublime. Had I died at that moment -- I would have died a very happy boy. Peter moved his body around so that his head was in my pubic area and his was close to my head. For a moment I stared at his perfect penis, deciding that if he had any hair it would have only spoilt the view. From what I could see at that moment it seemed that we had almost identical penises -- at least in length and thickness. His was definitely darker than mine and of course I had the makings of a patch of pubic hair that most 13/14 year olds would have been quite pleased with. We stretched out on the bed side by side, we took each others sexual organs into our mouths and played and sucked them for all we were worth. It was only a matter of minutes when we both sensed that that we were moving towards our mutual rewards. Our bodies began tensing at the same time; our thrusting into each others mouths was in unison, the grip of each others backsides was increasing. At the same joyous moment we reached our climatic orgasm and shot our loads of boyish sperm into each others mouths., neither one of us making any attempt to move away from our respective mouthfuls of throbbing, pulsating flesh, we both accepted what was shooting into our mouths and swallowed as it came. When we were done, Peter turned around and pulled himself up beside me again, our faces and inch apart. He kissed me gently on the lips and ran his fingers through my hair, he told me that he had longed for us to share a moment like this since he first saw me in school. He said he knew instinctively that I was someone that he could share this with and that it would simply feel right, that we would be totally compatible -- not only in friendship - but also in love. We shared much more unspoken tenderness throughout our weekend together, we slept in the same single bed each night behind a locked door. We talked, we loved, we even laughed, and when we weren't doing that, we would be sitting somewhere together - in companionable silence.