Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 12:01:26 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Living Next to Prep School, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts     Gay Youth/adult

The next morning I awoke at my usual 6AM, threw on a terry bathrobe and
padded into the business end of the house.  This time KC was not in the pet
confinement area, but a moment later there was knocking on the door.

I peeked through the curtain, after all, I wasn't dressed for company, but
for a kid, it was okay.  There on the top step stood KC.  This time he was
wearing only his workout short and he was bare chested.  Oh shit, this kid
was walking Viagra. That silky skin gleamed in the sunlight.  Though I was
already breathing deep, I determined not to let anything like yesterday
occur.  That was foolish, and dangerous...but m-m-m.

He breezed in, carrying with him an aura of hot sexuality.  It surrounded
him and I was immediately caught by it, like the fly in the spider's web.
Besides the aura I mentioned, he also must have gone to bed that night,
still sweaty from the fields and woke up still fragrant and headed over
here.  He smelled like a wet puppy.  I filled my lungs with the sexy odor
and my treacherous cock began to stiffen.  It poked out of the robe and
said "Hi" to KC.

KC never shy when it comes to male parts, immediately groaned in pleasure
and grabbed it.

"Leggo," I called, sounding really silly.

"Leggo my ego", he parroted and gave it a twist. (The expression, that is,
not the prick, although he was getting friendlier by the minute with it.)

I pushed his hand away, must reluctantly.  My libido is high in the AM.  It
didn't dismay him at all.

"Don't you want to hear about your dog?"

"Fuck the dog.  I only used him to get to you.  I saw you, you hot mature
guy, sexy as hell and I would have done anything to get into your
pants. Now I never saw your bedroom.  Take me there.  Pretend I am a
housing inspector."

A subtle change had come over the fifteen year old.  He face was set in an
imitation of an adult and his voice was deeper, almost commanding.  Now I
have always been weak when it came to domineering friends, but they never
knew, I kept my secret.  But now there was sex in the air, and in my
bulging crotch.  It was very different.

As soon as we entered by little bedroom, his manner became even more take
charge.  "Throw your robe over on the chair and bend over on the bed.  I am
dying to examine your ass.  I bet it is yummy.

Another secret has been ferreted from my store of secrets.  I am very ass
conscious.  The truth is that I always get into ass play when I stroke.
That's my private stimulator.  But this fabulous boy talking about my rear
was getting me all twitchy and blushy.

He noticed, and grunted and smiled.

Oh shit!

But like a dutiful boy I leaned over the bed.  My head was cradled in my
arms and my backside was up in the air.  I could feel breezes blowing
around my ass hole.

Then he did the most outrageous thing; the thing that could compromise me:
he began complimenting my backside.  Each word, each observation drove me
deeper into mindless passion.

"Ooh, you have a perfect shape.  Two pears, each with a hollow on the
side."

He rubbed the fuzzy surfaces as he talked.  It was like a safari over my
ass, a slide presentation to an unseen audience.  "And look above, bony and
with a dimple on each side.  Oh, look, soft faint hair there.  I love
that."

By now I was breathing like a bellows.  He patted my now moist back.
"William, Bill, Billy, Willy, don't get your panties in an uproar.  Just
take deep breaths, the best is coming and your cumming."

He took his finger and he stroked my lips.  I didn't know what that was all
about, but when I opened my mouth to ask, he pushed his big kid/jock finger
in.  "Suck on that a while, make it good and wet.  I have a surprise for
you."

I was trembling.  I was really scared to have any further attention called
to my rear.  I could feel my asshole pulsing in consternation.  He pulled
his finger out of my mouth.  I had been sucking so hard he hard to pull
hard.  "Relax big baby you can't get cum out of my finger."

Then he took the wet finger and stroked my ass hole.  "Oh, it's so nice and
pink and virgin.  It so wants to be noticed and loved.  That's my job."

He slipped his wet finger just inside my hole and twisted it around until
he found what he was looking for.  "Here it is, docy, your on and off
switch."

He began stroking it softly and then rapidly and firmly.  My ass rose up,
my hole even more exposed.  I could hear him giggling as I slipped into a
sexual haze.

"I do think the stew is aboil.  Time to stir the pot.  Would you like to
feel something wonderful?"

Like an automation I murmured breathily, like young actress on the casting
couch.  "Yes babe, make he happy."

"Oh yeah," he crowed as he pressed the head of his young prick into my
welcoming hole.  To my everlasting embarrassment I thanked him.  He
responded by giving my rump and few hard slaps and said, "No problem.  I
know how to treat a professional man, to make him happy, to make him
drool."

And drool I did.  I wet the sheet below my mouth.  My tongue was hanging
out like the village idiot.  I would do anything to get that prick deeper.
I pushed my ass up against him.

"That's the way girlie.  You want to be fucked so bad. And I'm the boi to
do it, doggie doc."

At that he slide his long boyish cock right to the hilt.  I could feel his
downy pubes tangling with my hairy butt.  It was wonderful, but awful too.
Here I was moaning like a pig and thanking him for porking me.

He was breathing so hard that it was almost a sob.  "You fucker, I can
usually last a long time but your virgin ass is so good so hot that...Oh
shit! Here it comes."

I felt his hot spooge hit my insides and his bigger width cock jiggling
rapidly.  I screamed as my own cock began spewing on the sheets below me.

I almost went under.  KC was softly slapping my cheek.  "Don't leave.  Get
back.  Ah there it is, your eyes are open.  Good trip, huh?"

I got up with difficulty, my ass dripping with the great quantity of cum he
delivered.  I sagged into a chair, my head in my hands.

"You tired, Billy boy?"

"A little I groaned out."

"Okay, I'll leave now.  I'll be back tomorrow.  Two of my posse are dying
to meet you."

That last phrase and it's import didn't dawn on me until the next day.

End Part Two