Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:59:49 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Stalking John, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Stalking John, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay young friends I stayed on my knees a long time. What have I done? I knew too well. I had turned myself into a plumbing convenience for him. No longer would he see me as an equal friend. By this sex act I had changed the balance. I had to change from that person I was a few minutes ago, that hungry animal and revert to being cool. I had a chance to test myself during the day. I passed him a few times and avoided his eyes. I was surprised to see that he seemed to want to talk to me. I just ignored that. This standoff went on for three day. Yeah, three days until I was on my way home from school and heard a bicycle bell ringing. It was behind me. I turned and saw Grady waving for me to hold up. He looked so different out of his uniform. He was in very short shorts showing his hairy Irish legs exposed. What large calf muscles! He must have ridden a bike all his life on country roads. "Hold up me boy. I'll have a word with ye, if you'll oblige me. I nodded and he dismounted and came up close. He was all sweaty and his hair was mussed from the wind this day. It made him look much younger, almost our age. He took a deep breath. "I'm a bit winded from pushing so hard to catch you. You walk mighty fast, lad. Now what I'm goin' to say I not discussed it with my young master, but I am not blind. The poor boy is smitten with you. He has been barely sleeping that upset he's been that you have a falling out." I stared at the message given but was not convinced. "He wants me as a slave, not a friend." "You don't get him rightly. He falls easily into making up his behavior." "You mean he role plays?" "Aye, that's entirely true. At age nine to moved to England and had to become an English school boy, accent, dress n'all. Then the move back to the US. He had to convert to an American jock and speak again in a new accent. It must have been confusing." I took this in, still not softened. "So what's next?" "I dunno, but I did want to explain him to you." I turned and resumed my walk home. He remounted his bike and sped away. I had a lot to think about, but my thoughts were put on hold the next morning. I awoke with a sharp headache. I had chills and a belly ache. I had these things before like all early adolescents. I padded to my parent's room and knocked. "I'm sick and going back to bed." As a crept back to my room I heard my Mom say that I should rest and she'll take my temperature later. It turns out that, although I felt lousy and hot, I was normal on the thermometer. This was comforting but made me seem like I was trying to get out of school. Later than day I had a light lunch of toast and tea and felt a little better. I washed up and stayed naked but put on a cotton bathrobe. I propped up my bed pillows and turned on the TV. Nothing much in the early afternoon that was of interest to me. I heard a door bell. Soon Mom came up and told me that one of my friends was downstairs. She also said that she had a dentist appointment and had grocery shopping so she was heading off and my friend can take over. "My friend" turned out to be John. He came in looking shy and wary. "I cut the last three periods to see you. Are you in bad shape?". He looked concerned. That was nice and I had to steel myself not to soften up toward him. Shit, he sure looked great today. It was early spring but he was in tan shorts and a tee shirt. What a babe he was...shit and double shit. He sat on the bottom of my bed although there was a chair besides the night table. I was a bit surprised by his choice of perch. "Er, I want to apologize for the way I behaved yesterday. I don't know what came over me. I was sort of acting. I thought you'd like it. No, that's a lie. I was getting off on it." "Grady told me about you. What an actor you are. But your prick was real. Hah." "And you, you suck a good cock." I laughed. How about I try to do it to you as good as you do?" "Okay, let's make a date for sometime, when I am better." "You look good enough to me, you skinny stretch of hot boi." With that he kicked off his shoes and whipped off his shirt and shorts and stood naked for a minute before plunging under the bed covers. I was naked except for a cotton bathrobe which he untied and pushed the sides open. I could hear his heavy breathing and felt it on my belly. I planned to stop him. I felt if I allowed this to proceed I would be forgiving him and I was not ready to do that...yet. I forgot all about that stuff when he blew on my cock which was treacherously rising up in interest. My condition, just getting over the 24 hour virus further sapped my ability to resist this delicious attention. My mind began to close down as I surrendered myself to the exquisite attack. The control that passed from my mind to John's will was intensified by the strangeness of not seeing him. This mysterious hidden machine was taking me to undiscovered heights. He suckled wetly and moaning buzzingly around my cock. He swirled his tongue and sucked at the same time. My brain spun and I sang out my feelings unashamedly. I know he heard me and a moment later his hand lifted my ball sac and pulled gently as he allowed my cock to slide deep in his throat. Then my back arched helplessly and he began swallowing and fucking me with his throat. The sensation on my prick spread until my whole body became a penis and I convulsed helplessly my body jackknifing and my hips rising and falling. Suddenly my whole body frozen and my toes curled as my orgasm swept from my feet and rushing up my legs and then enveloping my whole body. I felt my cock shoot out and John sucked like a babe at the breast. My thighs kept lifting as new orgasm spurts erupted. I was bawling out like a new born calf. At last the spurts stopped and John appeared above the bed sheets at sweaty chest. "You okay?" he asked. "I'll live, I think, but one more of those cums and you'll have to call the undertaker." He was completely up lying with me on my pillow. I kissed him. "Does that mean we're engaged?" to cracked. "Sure. Now you want a little engagement present?" I started to change positions so I could make him happy. He stopped me with a hand under my chin. "Too late. I came when you did. But I wouldn't mind another kiss." End of story