Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 19:17:57 +1000 From: Robby Andrews Subject: Robby and Peter - an unspoken friendship - part 2 This is a true story and is part 2 of the second story that I wrote and sent in to `Nifty Stories' called `Robbie and Peter'... (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.) I have had so many people write to me after I wrote about Peter and me that it has encouraged me to write more about our special friendship, I have checked with Peter and he is okay with -- thanks Pete. 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... If you like the story then feel free to email me at -- aussierobby@hotmail.com If you don't like it -- then I hope you can find what you are looking for elsewhere ROBBY AND PETER -- AN UNSPOKEN FRIENDSHIP -- Part 2 End of part 1... 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. Part 2. After a year of spending time together both at school and also, during many weekends in each others homes, Peter and were as comfortable with each other as an old married couple -- or so we joked with each other. We were both at the top of our classes academically speaking and we both respected and got on well with all our teachers. I guess we had both worked out early in life that it is much easier to respect and get on with parents and teachers, it made for a much more serene life -- which suited Pete and I because the last thing we wanted was people interfering with what we had and what we enjoyed in each other. We spent almost ever moment of ever day together at school and as many moments as we could when we could get together over the weekends. One memorable weekend was when we were allowed to use my parents caravan that was permanently parked on a site close to the beach about 2 hours drive from where we live. Our parents saw us as two `mature' boys that they knew they could trust to be down there on our own for three days. (Of course, they had only ever seen one side of our friendship -- the side we WANTED then to see!) So they never really hesitated when we asked if we could stay in the `van for a few days. They took us down on a Friday afternoon and were to pick us up again on the Monday afternoon of a long-weekend. They packed all the good, wholesome food we could possibly eat - and heaps of the essentials like Coke and packets of chips! We knew we wouldn't go hungry! The time came for them to head back home on that late Friday afternoon, Peter and I waved them off, assuring them that we would still be there when they came back to get us on Monday! The first thing we did after they were out of sight was to climb back up into the caravan and rearrange the bedding... Mum had made up the two single bunks at the rear of the `van, we had other plans... Accordingly we made up the double bed at the other end of the van -- we hadn't arranged this weekend together to end up being in separate beds! Once we had that sorted out we went for a walk to the beach area to see what was happening. It was one of those remote coastal areas in Australia that is quite safe to wander around at night. There were a few would-be surfer boys still wandering around, you know the ones, they have the `blond' hair, board shorts -- and usually a surf board and wander around with sunscreen on their lips -- but never actually seem to go surfing! Peter and I wandered around and stopped off at beach side café and bought a burger each. We sat (in companionable silence as usual) at the provided outdoor table and chairs provided and watched the world pass us by. There was so much to watch, we must have sat there for about two hours just `people watching'. We realized that there were actually quite a lot of these surfer type kids around and despite their baggy board shorts, it wasn't hard to tell that some of them were -- well -- well equipped! Pete and I sat close to each other (as we invariably did) so we could swap remarks without anyone hearing us. We knew inside that many people walking past looking at us would wonder whether we were more than just friends, because we were sitting closer to each other than was strictly necessary... We didn't actually care! We were finishing off our drinks when I blond haired boy (naturally blond as far as I could tell) of around 14 or 15 came out of the shop -- also with a burger in hand. He asked if he could share our table... We said "sure" (in unison) -- I wondered afterwards if we might have appeared too keen! He sat down and said that he hoped we didn't mind him joining us but he thought there was an older guy that had been following him, and at the moment believed in the old saying about there being `safety in numbers'. Without discussing it, Peter and I starting talking out loud to him as though we had all been great mates for years... I guess we just thought that if there was anyone around with less than honourable intentions he would get the message that the boy was among friends now and wouldn't be wandering around alone anymore that night. (Neither Peter nor I ever actually saw anyone nearby that might have been a threat to the boy -- but we believed him anyway). It turned out his name was Andrew; he had just turned 15 and was on holiday with his parents in a caravan in the same caravan park as Pete and I were in. His parents were the type that went to the club in the evening and left Andrew to do his own thing. He said when they were on holiday and could walk to a pub or a club they usually drank more than usual, because they knew they could walk (stagger?) back to their `van. Andrew was a quietly spoken boy, very good looking but a bit shy. The three of us kind of hit it off right away. We decided to buy some more hot chips -- mainly as an excuse to keep on sitting at the café's table. We decided on two separate lots because Andrew liked to spoil his with great dollops of tomato sauce! Pete and I shared one while Andrew got stuck into his -- almost literally! Rather than pick them up with his fingers (`they may not be very clean'...) he would hold the paper container up to his lips and pick one out at a time with his teeth. Peter and I watched him in amazement, it seemed to us it would have been MUCH easier for him just to have gone somewhere and washed his hands... After a minute or two the inevitable happened -- a whole bunch of sauce covered hot chips fell out onto his chest and slid their way down to his crotch. He let out and expletive which was heard by everyone within 20 metres... Peter and I tried hard not to laugh but it was kind of funny! Andrew didn't share our view of the funny side of it saying that it was going to be a pain getting cleaned up at this time of night. Peter asked him why he couldn't just go back to his parents `van and take a shower. Andrew looked at Peter a slightly peeved look and reported that (a) his parent's caravan didn't have a shower and that (b) the shower at the caravan park never had any hot water left at this time of night. Without really thinking what I was doing I told Andrew that he was welcome to come back to `our' caravan and have a shower there and wash his shorts out. Andrew looked at me for a moment as though weighing something up in his mind and said "Could I, really?" I told him he would be welcome to and with that we got up and headed off to the camping site. Our caravan is quite large and has its own built in water heating and pressure system. All it needs is a water and an electricity connection -- both of which were now connected to it all the time. The water heater provides hot water 24 hours a day -- although the water pressure and volume isn't quiet as good as in a normal house. We arrived at the door of the van and I unlocked the door allowing Peter to go in first followed by Andrew - with myself bring up the rear. As soon as I got inside I could see that peter had a strange look on his face, he seemed to be trying to point at something with his eyes... I followed their direction to the double bed at the end of the `van. I thought to myself that he was very eager -- then realized it was the fact that it was a DOUBLE bed and not two singles that had been made up that was the problem... At the same moment I could see that Andrew had also taken in the layout of the caravan, while he didn't say anything, I think he understood the implication of what he was seeing... Figuring there was nothing we could do about it anyway, I just told him that he was welcome to use the shower and Pete and I would get some cool drinks out. I gave him a towel and showed him how the taps etc worked and left him to it. I said to Peter that there wasn't much point in doing anything with the bed now as Andrew had already noticed, and what did it matter anyway. Pete agreed and we just smiled about the situation. We could hear Andrew start the shower and I said to Pete "It's a pity we don't have a little camera in there; I'd love to see what Andrew looks like right at this moment"! Peter smiled and said he thought Andrew was very nice and had been wondering the same thing! After about 10 minutes the shower stopped and we could feel the van move a little as Andrew struggled to dry himself within the confined space of the shower area. He poked his head around the door and asked if either of us had a pair of shorts we could loan him as he had washed his. I told him we had only bought one pair each as we were only there for a couple of days, but that he was welcome to borrow my Speedos. He frowned a little and said "okay, thanks". I passed them in to him making sure I didn't let my eyes wander (although my mind was...). Another minute went by before he came out still wearing the towel around him. He came and sat beside us on the settee/bed thing and had some of his drink. We talked for a little while and then he stood up and took the towel off saying it was damp and uncomfortable. I don't think either Peter or I could have helped but notice the budge in his Speedos -- well `my' Speedos -- but he was the one that was currently wearing them! I could tell immediately that he was much better endowed in the `Speedo filling' department that either Pete or I... He seemed completely at ease sitting there in the Speedos as though it was something he did every day. He said "Can I ask you guys something"? We said (in unison) "of course"... "Are you gay by any chance"? I am very glad that at that moment I didn't have a mouthful of Coke, because if I had I would have probably sprayed it all over Peter -- who I was looking directly at ... "What makes you ask that Andrew"? Said Peter on our behalf. "Well I couldn't help noticing that you are using the double bed and not any of the single beds"... There really wasn't anything to be said that was going to alter Andrew's perception of Peter and I, so I just said "Let's just say we're really close friends"... Andrew immediately came back with; "that's cool, I'm gay too"... Pete and I looked at each other, neither of us knowing exactly what line came next! Andrew spared us the agony by saying that he had been mucking around with other boys for the last two years and that he had soon realized that was what he prefered -- compared to fooling around with girls. He was quite open about his experiences and went through a couple of them without actually being asked! Not that Pete or I minded, we were finding the frankness of this boy very endearing. It was obvious that he had made up his mind he was gay and that's all there was about it. Whereas Peter and I would normally have done ANYTHING to avoid people suspecting that we were anything but good mates. While I was enjoying hearing about his exploits I was conscious of the time. When I asked him if his parents would not be wondering where he was he pointed out that (a) they would be too drunk to notice and (b) their van had a dividing curtain in the area where he slept, and they never bothered coming through to that end of the van. He then told us of an `adventure' he had three nights previously where he had been out for most of the night in the sand dunes with an 18 year old that he had met up with. He went back to his parent's `van at around 6.00am and climbed into bed and they never knew he hadn't been there all night. We asked him about the night in the dunes and he told us in graphic detail of his adventures with yet another `blond haired' surfie! They had met earlier in the day out on their boards and seem to get on well with each other. They met up again later and went for a walk into the dunes and -- well -- one thing led to another and they started off by going skinny dipping in the sea in the dark ( not wise in Australian waters...) and then came back to the dunes and sat on towels. Initially it started with them masturbating each other but soon led to kissing and then the older guy wanted to have his wicked way with Andrew's butt... As soon as Andrew said he wasn't into that -- the other guy started to take off. Andrew had apparently called to him and said he was happy to suck him off though... The guy came back. They sucked and masturbated each other until dawn's light chased them off the dunes. Peter and I explained that we weren't into anything anal either so understood where he was coming from. He asked what we did do... Pete and I looked at each other -- knowing what each of us was asking the other without actually saying the words... He nodded... I said to Andrew "well if you like, we could climb into bed together and we could show you...". A smile appeared on Andrew's face and I kinda got the impression that somewhere within him a little voice had just said "at last...". We went down to the end of the `van where the bed was and just lay down on top of the blankets together, Pete and I organizing ourselves so that Andrew was in between us. Peter asked Andrew what it was he liked to do most in these situations; he replied that he enjoyed everything so long as it wasn't anal. So we told him to lie back and let us do some `pleasuring' on him... He lay outstretched on the bed with his hands behind his neck while Peter and I traced our fingers over his bare chest. And down to the top of his (my) Speedos. (I should point out here that Peter and I have always had a sign that we can give each other that lets us know if the other wants to have full-on sex rather than just a chest/tummy massage. When one of us is having their tummy rubbed by the other and we want the other to keep going and get a dick out, then we simply suck in our tummies, thereby leaving a gap between skin and undies/shorts/Speedos whatever. If we just want a massage then we don't hold out tummies in -- simple as that) So what happened next brought a smile to both our faces... As we ran our fingers around Andrew's chest and tummy we purposely started spending more time around his belly button area and the top of the Speedos. After a while we could see that Andy was pulling his tummy in as much as he could, leaving and inviting gap between his belly and the top of the Speedos... I looked at Pete's eyes and they told me to `go ahead, its okay'... So while still running my fingers around in small circles I let my hand go down inside the Speedos, as my hand went far enough for Andy to know that I was definitely heading that way -- he let out an audible sigh... I let my hand continue down until I could feel the downy pubic hair that graced the end of his cock. The size of his cock at this point was quite evident by the lump in his/my/our Speedos! I rang my fingers through his hairs for a moment before pushing on down the length of his cock until I got to the tip of it and discovered he was uncut -- just like Peter and I. As I felt around the tip of his penis I could tell he was very wet with precum. I eased his cock back up in the direction of the opening I had my hand in -- until both Pete and I could see the end of his luscious pink cock. Peter blew a soft whistle which brought a smile onto Andy's face... He had his eyes closed but he wasn't asleep! As I rubbed Andy's cock back and forth inside the Speedos, Peter got his fingers in the waistband and started to push down on them, Andy lifted his butt and allowed Peter to keep going. As Peter got them down Andy's legs, Andy hooked a toe into them and pulled them straight off. He lay there completely naked in front of us -- and completely uninhibited. He had the tan of a genuine surfer, and despite is obvious comfort with being naked, the sun had not seen him naked very often. He was completely white around his middle area, which only enhanced his perfect body. I was right; he WAS a genuine blond -- not a `peroxide' blond. He had the most gorgeous collection of blond fluffy hair anyone could wish for, I wanted to bury my face in it -- but didn't want to rush things seeing as Peter was right there too! His penis proved to be around 1" longer than either Peter's or my own and he was a bit thicker, but not by much. It was the strength of muscle in his dick that surprised me, it felt like he did weight lifting with it! We let our hands wander all over Andy's beautiful young surfer's body while he moaned and groaned under our attention to his sensitive bits... As we rubbed him I noticed that he had the biggest nipples of any boy I had ever seen, I can't say that he had breasts exactly, but I would say that there were some twelve year old girls around that I know that would have gladly swapped him! I leaned over and started to suck the one closest to me; Andy pulled his hand out from under his head and put it around my neck instead. As Pete could see this was obviously nice for both of us -- he joined in on the other nipple! There we were, Pete and I sucking on a nipple/breast each. With Andy running his hands and fingers through our hair, it was such a sublime moment. After a few minutes of this I could feel a hand on my own (by now) very firm dick. I wasn't absolutely sure which of these two beautiful boys it was, but either way I didn't care, I know I was longing to be freed from the restraints of my shorts. As soon as I had formed that thought in my mind I could feel fingers in my waistband trying to gain access to my pleasure area! I stopped sucking and looking up realized it was Peter that was exploring me. I knew by his actions that he was ready to get naked too. So we both sat up and started to undress, Andy help us each in turn until we were both just wearing undies. We slid off the end of the bed together and stood side by side in front of Andy and slid our undies down and off until we stood there naked before his hungry eyes. He smiled and held out his arms in invitation. We lay back down beside him again with me partially on top of him, loving the feeling I slid my naked body over the top of his completely until our cocks were in touch with each other and our precum was intermingling. Peter ran his fingers over my back as I pushed up and down and from side to side on the warm naked body underneath me. Andy asked in a quiet voice if he could kiss me, I looked up at Peter and he nodded. Andrew's kisses were deep and passionate, soft and gentle, the kind I love. We traded tongues for a few seconds, but I wasn't sure about that as I really wanted to keep my tongue for Peter. Never the less we kissed and we rubbed and generally `made love' the way only young boys can do. After a while I slid off, half expecting Peter to climb on top of Andrew, but instead he went down to Andy's upright cock and took it in his mouth. It was awesome to see my boyfriend sucking another boy's cock, knowing as I did that Andrew was no threat to what Pete and I had. As I watched on I moved my body so that my head was close to Peter's, I kissed him on the head and rubbed his necked as he sucked on this beautiful cock in front of us. After a second Peter partially moved so that I too could get to Andy's cock, so there we were, Peter and I running our lips up and down either side of Andy's cock. While we were doing this - I felt soft lips on my own penis... Andy had taken me in his mouth and was gently sucking off the build up of precum. After a moment he stopped sucking me, I knew he had then just taken Peter's peter into his mouth. Pete and I got more aggressive as we alternately sucked and rubbed Andy's cock until that moment when we knew he was reaching his climax... His penis erupted with a flow of sperm that was warm and tasty. Pete and I managed to take a little of it into each of our mouths and still more spilled down into Andy's crop of blond pubes. He moved his hips around for a moment or two and then the movement subsided as the feelings eased for him. Almost immediately his penis started to shrink back to no more than about three inches, it surprised me because he must have been at least 6" as we sucked him. But now that it was over his little dick became like a little boys, smaller than either Peter or I when we are soft. After his recovery he sat up on one elbow and said "that was awesome -- now it's your turn..."! With that he sat bolt upright with a show of energy that I certainly don't have just after someone has sucked me off! Andy started sitting on my cock, as I was now on my back. He wiggled his butt back and forth on it and I thought for a moment he had changed his mind about anal! But then he slid back so that he could reach my cock with his mouth and attached his lips onto and sucked me and rubbed me with two fingers at the same time... Pete sat beside me looking on so I took hold of his familiar penis and gently rubbed in time with Andy's movements on my own penis. It took about 60 seconds of this treatment before I started to groan as I felt the ever so familiar surge in my loins. I parted with my sperm into Andy's mouth, I have no idea how much I shot because I never got to see it. But from the look on Andy's face afterwards -- he was fairly satisfied with his efforts... Peter lay on his back without being asked and he in turn put his hands behind his head. I leaned over my boyfriend -- the love of my life - and kissed him gently but passionately, silently thanking him for letting us participate in this little `orgy' of sexual gratification. As I kissed him and ran my fingers around his hair I could feel that Andy had once again attached his beautiful lips to my beautiful boyfriend's penis. Peter immediately started lifting his hips to meet Andy's mouth and he in turn reached that heavenly climax in a matter of minutes, spurting his boyish sperm into the mouth of our new friend. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside to know that Pete's sperm and mine were about to begin intermingling inside Andy's tummy as quickly as I was thinking about it. (I wondered what sort of baby it might produce -- if that was possible...) Afterwards we lay together thanking each other for all the wonderful sensations we had each experienced, we asked Andrew if he wanted to stay with us until dawn. He said he would love that and asked if he could come back after breakfast. I didn't need to consult Peter, I just "No, maybe later tomorrow afternoon, but tomorrow Peter and I want to spend time alone". Andrew said he was cool with that and that he would come back to find us around 5.00pm the next day. With that, we curled up together in bed -- the only difference being that we were actually under the blankets this time. I was in the middle lying on my side so Andrew curled up behind me in what I think is called the `spooning' position, in other words, he lay there with his penis pressed up against my butt. Peter lay on his side facing me. We brought our bodies together in the way that we so used to doing, our penises gently lying against each other, we embraced, we kissed each other softy -- and afterwards we just lay there -- in companionable silence. More to cum? Who knows...