Date: Thu, 12 May 2016 12:39:30 -0700
From: Jay strisik <jaystris@msn.com>
Subject: You're Just theType that gets me going, Part Two    by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Friends

"You're Just the Type that gets me going, Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Friends

Skip and I just stood there looking at each other.  My mind was playing
with his name.  Skippy?  Isn't that a bread spread?  Would he spread on a
bed?

But then he broke into my thoughts.  "You think the perv has a peek hole
here?"

"Er," I said to stall.  "There is a small one.  I made it.  Morrie doesn't
know about it. But he's likely just outside the door."

And to prove me brilliant Morrie's limp voice said, "I was just passing by.
You guys also need to change into our kind of underwear.  True the customer
doesn't see them but it makes you feel part of the spirit of this place,
the last bastion of find dressing for college age dudes."

Skip whispered, "The word dude sounds so wrong coming out of his mouth."

I called out to Morrie that we didn't have the money to buy his expensive
plaid shorts.  But he came right back, "Just throw your old ones over the
divider and I have here two pair one is black watch and one Stewart
plaids."

Skip was fast when he called back.  "If you want our smelly, sperm brown
tracked underwear you have to throw over two pair of oxblood loafers one
size ten, the other...he looked down at my feet, sixteen."

There was silence and then over the wall they came and over the wall back
came our undershorts.

"Hurry getting your new suits on.  The store is unattended."

Skip, his voice muffled by the shirt he was pulling over his head without
first opening the buttons and that was cute and boyish.  "He makes it sound
like the atomic pile was not being guarded."

I said, moving closer to the blond kid, "These hours of one to three are
usually quiet.  Kids come after class or during lunch break if they want to
buy something.  But actually we sell more during parent's visit.  Can you
guess why?"

"Sure, daddy remembers the way he dressed back then and wants his kid to
follow and the kid usually does to keep the money coming in."

I rubbed a hand over his full, planked pecs.  The back edge of my hand
grazed his nipple and he groaned.  "Oh what was that?"

I realized that he had virgin nipples.  What a treat.  "You never
stimulated yourself when wanking?"

"I try not to wank, at least not too much."

"Liar I said and reached down to rub his large cock protrusion.?

"Oh that's nice.  Any sex I had has been furtive.  This is so good to just
do it in the light and looking into each other's eyes."  He said this in a
voice that sounded like he was on the potty and making do do.

I couldn't help it.  He was so cute, so innocent, so ripe for the picking.
I put an arm over his shoulder and pulled him close and kissed his hot,
pouty lips.

When we parted he looked nonplused. "Do you think I'm a sissy?"

"Where did not come from.  You're a guy, a great looking, hot guy, more
jock than anything else.  You know, I think jocks are primed for the gay
life from years of getting their ass patted.?"

"Yeah, my coach in high school was a dedicated butt patter. Take off your
clothes already."

I shook off my loose canvas shoes, opened my pant's belt and wiggled my
pants down to form a puddle on the floor.  I was exposed from the waist
down having donated my old under shorts to Morrie's wank sessions.  I was
conscious that my long slim penis had been swinging like a trial golf swing
from hopping on one foot.  Skip eyes it and licked his dry lips with a big
broad tongue that could lap my cock in the future, I hoped.

"My you sure have a lot of hair.  Those legs are decorated from the top of
your instep to the bush around your, you know, never trimmed.  I like
that."

"You afraid to say cock, prick etc.?"

"I guess."

"I got to get you nasty."

I grabbed his pant's waist and opened his button and zipped his fly open.
I knelt down and pulled his pants down to his ankles.

"That was fast.  I think you've done this before."

I ignored his remark because now I could see his body from his waist to his
lower legs.  This boy was a beauty.  He had a big round ball sac, big as a
baseball and his cock shaft was concealed in it with his prick head only on
view, looking like a flower in a bed of ball flesh.

"Nice," I breathed.

But my hot eyes and verbal appreciation of his big headed, hidden cock had
an effect on it.  It began to stretch out of its berth in the big ball sac
and got pretty long.  It was shaped like a wedge with a big head and then
it narrowed to a smaller dimension at the base.

He looked down at his own expanding cock and grinned at me.  "I look stupid
with my pants at my ankle and my stuff coming to life."

I ignored his shyness as I took in his other delights.  Oh those almost
shiny smooth balloon thighs. I didn't want him to feel that I was attacking
him while staying aloof so I whipped off my shirt and now I was totally
nude.  He stared at my cock and it responded.  I got a thin but it makes up
for that by having a sweeping curve and is just short of seven inches.  His
eyes widened and his hand instinctively reached out and then he stopped and
looked at me questioningly.

"Sure grab it.  Squeeze it.  Wank it."

That invitation galvanized him into red faced action as he vigorously
rubbed it.  In a moment I was reduced to gasping.  "Any more of that and
I'll spunk."

"I never used my mouth.  Can I do it on you?"

"Be my guest.  Knock yourself out.?

As he sunk slowly to his knees his incredibly broad back was exposed to my
view.  It was about three acres of smooth white/pink flesh and flawless.  I
found myself sinking from the master of the moment to a victim of my own
passion.

"Please do it," I said like the needy wimp I was slipping in to.

He looked up at me and in a cocky voice and insolent grin said, "Got milk?"

"Please," I groaned and pressed down on his big meaty shoulders.

"Okay, here goes."

My eyes closed of their own accord as I hurled in a bubble of heavy urgent
need.  I felt his full lips slide onto my shaft and they began suckling
like a baby.  I had never felt anything like that before and believe me I
have been sucked over a hundred times by that time.

Over and over again he smacked and licked and gently created a suction. In
my passion I ruffled his hair, squeezed his cheeks and even stuck my
fingers in his ears.  I was in the throes of a blind path to a big cum.

I felt my pick get harder and longer and this supposedly inexperienced kid
began gently pulling my ball sac downward motion coordinated with his
mouth, now sucking wildly and with his hand wanking the shaft.

With a howl and a strangled voice announcing my cum and slid into a series
of heavy bursts.  This kid jock made me cum so fast.  Usually I go until I
want to.  But it felt s-o-o-o good.  Then the inevitable super sensitivity
I get after cumming overtook me and I pushed him off my cock roughly.  He
fell back and as I looked at his stiff, red cock I saw it spewing heavily
all over his slight beer belly.  He was panting and his eyes were rolling
wildly.

When he came down to Earth he looked down at the milky deposits on his body
and blushed cutely.  "I guess I came also."

That was so cute I gave him a kiss of thanks but the sweet mood was broken
by Morrie's rusty hinge voice calling, "Hey you two, hurry up, while you
were in there I sold four shirts."

I called out, "The waist button was loose and I used the kit here to resew
it."

We dressed as fast as firemen after the station bell rings.  He looked
really nice in his blazer, like a school boy.  Of course he was, but I mean
a high school boy."

He looked me over in the seersucker.  "You're Gregory Peck in To Kill a
Mocking Bird."

Never heard of it but I took it as a compliment.  I put my arm around his
shoulder, "Okay, back to work.  I bet you can't wait."

I quickly dropped my arm as we rounded the corner and encountered Morrie
shaking his head as he retreated to his office.

It turned out to be a busy day.  Summer was over and kids were buying
sweaters and flannel suits.  We both enjoyed ourselves with measuring
unseams.  At the end of the day Morrie went over the register receipts and
gave a rare smile of happiness.  There is nothing like a cum or cash to
make him happy.

"I have to leave early today.  Jeffery, you lock up carefully and I'll see
you at nine o'clock promptly.  You too Skip."

When he was gone I grabbed Skip and we had a long kiss until we were both
panting.

When we separated I asked him, "Do you live alone?"

He knew exactly why I asked and he pulled a long face, "Naw, I'm in the
dorm. You?"

"Three of us share a room."

He looked around.  "How about Morrie's office...after closing up?"

"You're a genius," and I wrapped my arms around his waist and let one slip
down to rub his big perfect ass.  The gesture was an unspoken request and
he answered by moaning.

End of part Two