Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:37:50 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Teddy's Hands, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Teddy's hands, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends $$$$ This is a gentle suggestion. If you like what you see, as they say in the lockers, but I mean on Nifty, then show it by a contribution. Thanks. +++ Now this story is about thirteen year old boys, but it is not FOR under eighteen year olds. I know that seems shitty and unfair, but be patient until you reach that magic age and all will be revealed. I have a problem with my new friend Teddy. True he's thirteen like me, but he's not like my other friends, the ones I know from the Tigers, our baseball team, or the Whippets, my track team guys. Still I really like hanging out with him. There's none of this rough stuff and arguing and trying to best the other guy. He sort of relaxing to be with. Teddy is still a baby, physically I mean. He's much shorter than me and sort of soft looking. Then that baby face with a pink blush on each cheek, not to mention his naturally red lips that look like he uses lipstick. He's more girlish and pretty than a boy ought to be. When we walk home together, I kinda feel like I'm on a date. The other thing is that I know he's sort of stuck on me. I"m a person of bad morals 'cause I guess I take advantage of that. I mean, he'll do an errand for me or almost anything I ask. I try not to be too demanding, still...I am. Coach Williams was an amateur boxer and he took six of the taller boys and offered boxing lessons. It developed into setting up bouts and the whole school knows that I won all of them. That makes me champ of the school and I get respect. Now Teddy gets picked on cause it's easy to make him cry. Yesterday I rescued Teddy from an encounter with three kids. I told them that Teddy was my South Korea. "What's that?" one asked. "If you attack my Korea, I consider it an attack on me." They got it! Teddy stared at me with adoring eyes. I wish he wouldn't do that. It's embarrassing. My Mom loves Teddy. "He dresses so nice and is neat and polite. He even helps clearing the table. Jackie, you ought to learn from him." My father said, "He's a fruit." My father's idea of raising a boy is to treat him rough and be sure he doesn't get gay. He started showing me pictures of naked girls when I was six. And he only shakes hands with me. Tonight is the first time that Teddy has slept over. He lives only a few houses away but his parents are away for two days and his Mom asked mine if he could. There was a bit of tension before dinner and afterward even thought we played computer games. I knew that he was worrying about undressing in front of me. Worried about his little boy body being exposed. I think maybe he was looking forward to my stripping. He had never seen me naked. I was beginning to worry about that suddenly. My father was working late so that was one thing that was avoided, his sneery looks. But Mom was happy as a lark and the two of them, Teddy and she, chatted away like two girls. After we cleaned up the dinner dishes, Teddy and I went to my room to study. At least that's what we said but deep in my heart I knew that something else might happen. "Well," Teddy said in his small high voice, "I guess this is it." "It?" "Yeah, the unveiling." Then he whipped off his long sleeve tee shirt and quickly shucked his rubber slide ons, then pulled his elastic waist shorts and underwear together. There he stood, as bare ass as possible. I stared. "I'm not built, I know." I continued staring and mumbled. "You got a big unit." It was true, his body was a kid's one with softest smooth skin, but down there, he had a hairless pubic area with a big fat cock and a ball sack like a baseball. Whew, when he finally gets his real adolescence, he'll have the biggest one in school. "I look kinda young there, huh?" I croaked, "No, no, it's fine, it's pretty big and...growing bigger." True the kid's equipment was growing. He looked down and blushed. That went right to my heart, and cock, so that as I kicked off my clothes, my cock was up and shakin'. H saw it. He sure did. He came close to get a good look. "It's a beauty," he announced like a judge at the dog show. His admiration only made me curve even higher and so much blood running down my prick left me breathless. He ignored my condition. What a pal! and offered, "We can sleep in our shorts, okay?" "Okay," I husked. My room had twin beds and we each flopped into one. I turned out the light but the room was still lit by a very bright full moon and the street lamp outside. We could see each other in the dim light. "Good night," I said softly. "No good night kiss. My Mom always kisses me good night. I might not be able to sleep." I threw a pillow at him. As I sat up to do it I realized that he had taken off his under shorts and was totally naked. His big flesh cigar was being held in one hand and his big blue eyes were looking at me in a funny way. "Do you like to stroke? He asked tentatively. I just nodded. "Do you shoot stuff?" I nodded again. "I don't," he said, "But I think I will soon. It still feels good, you know." "We shouldn't be talking about personal things like this. It's gay." He got out of his bed and sat down on the edge of mine. In the moonlight he looked really good. His face with those cherry kissy lips was almost too much. He leaned close and whispered, "Jackie you'll never be able to sleep with that hard thing there. I bet you usually wipe one off each night. I bet you got a rag between the mattress and box spring like my brother." "I do." "I thought so." He reached out a hand and tried to grasp my hard on. "Hey, stop that shit. Get over to your own bed. No more queer stuff." "I know you want it. You need relief. Just let me hold it a minute." I took the hands away from my short flies. He saw that as a signal that I was allowing him. He wasted no time. He fished my cock out of the hole and held it. Fuck, his hand were big...and warm. I remembered noticing that he had very large feet and growing, so his hands were too. I guess he'll be tall some day. "I love doing this," he said breathlessly. "Does it feel good?" "It's okay," I committed. "This is better yet," he said and tightened his grip and moved his hand up and down my shaft. I noticed that on the up stroke he wiped his thumb over my cock head and I let out a grunt each time. He giggled happily. "We're having fun now Jackie." I had been keeping my hands on his, trying to show some resistance to his sweet attack but I was fast slipping into that familiar sex hazy and stopped fighting. "That's the way. Just relax and enjoy. I'm going to make you a happy boy. Let me pull out your cum towel to be ready." I ignored that and my hand reached to exact spot where my towel was stuffed and brought it out. He laughed, knowing that I was in complete surrender. My treacherous prick was leaking pre cum like a fountain and I could smell the ripe odor and I know he could too. He used that goo to enable him to move faster on my cock shaft. As he wanked away, my body began to arch upward. I was like his toy. He stopped when he saw that. "You getting close? You want me to slow down?" I croaked, "No you fucker, stop talking and shag me faster I'm about to..." My hips rose higher and my cock seemed to pull inward and then thrust forward and the first burst of cum dribbled out. He got the towel into position and then the second spurt that is always the heaviest shot out like a fire hose. "Wow you really fire a lot, you lucky dog." he said in an admiring voice. I continued shooting, maybe six shots as he intoned, "Wow," each time. Finally the last small shot came out with surprising force and I settled back, almost unconscious, ready to sleep as I did each night. He put the towel aside and stretched out beside me, his crotch against my hip. "Go to sleep, but let me rub against you." "I could feel the head of his big cock against my bare side hot as a yule log. His face was near mine but I was turned away. He began humping and sighing. It was very hot. I turned to look at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. He smelled like fresh milk. He looked beautiful. I leaned toward his and pressed my lips against his. He tried to rear back in astonishment but I put my arms around him and held him fast. I felt my cock getting stiff and my balls were roiling. I humped along with him and then called out: "Shit, I'm going to cum again!" I felt for the cum rag and shoved it between us and let my orgasm rip. The two of us were shaking and moving as we orgasmed. I know Freddie was having a big one. I remembered before I could ejaculate that the impact was prodigious. I looked at him when I finished and he looked totally wiped out. Without word I turned over and he crept into the other bed. We slept late the next morning and we awoke both a bit rattled by the intensity of the night's experience and neither said a word or referred to it. End Part One (Part two takes place a bit later, in fact six months later.)