Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2023 16:18:09 +0000 From: JamesJenkins4253 Subject: Sleepover with Arthur Heavy, this story revolves around the sissy boy who made a surprising impact in his life. Dwight, since the torture of overhearing him and his mother's wedding night, had not wanted to have anyone associating with a faggot, much less Tobias himself. Even after the girly brunette boy kicked his ass, the flat-top blonde boy was back to wanking off to some of his ogre stepfather's "Boudoir" porn magazines he borrowed out of the shithead's closet. Recently the 16-year-old badass had been spending more time with his new secret friend. His name is Arthur Gayle and damn was he was... beautiful. Slicked back brown hair, beaming dark-brown eyes, clever personality, and slender body. Tobias "Toby" Wolff couldn't help but want him for some reason, even after getting his ass kicked by him in the sixth grade. It was after their second run-in at a Scout meeting that Toby really found a kindred soul and started to question his sexuality. Arthur was 5'4 and 110lbs pounds from the look of him. When Tobias started hanging out with him, he gravitated into a phase of wanting to see how endowed his popular friends were. So, secretly in the locker room showers he would wait until their attention was diverted and ogle them up only briefly. Hell, Arthur was a mystery to the Concrete newcomer since they started becoming closer as friends. Rumor was going around through schoolmates that his mother would dress him in girl clothes. Despite it all, he sometimes came over (when Dwight was out) and they enjoyed pastimes from playing records, stopping for ice cream, smoking cigarettes, reading comic books, and watching TV before going to sleep (at Arthur's house). Now it was time for him to show some backbone. Impatiently, Tobias stayed up waiting about an hour after the angelic teen had fallen asleep and thought it was a good time to explore this urge just itching for him to act on. Quietly Tobias started by slowly moving the blue blanket back as he was sleeping up. God Arthur was cute for a homo; he was wearing a white and charcoal gray, plaid print pajamas, short sleeve top bit with matching shorts. Toby's heart skipped a beat as his breath met the warm hairless chest. Am I gonna feel around his stomach through the top of his tempting underwear? As Tobias finally brushed his nose against it, his dick was harder than ever, and his heart was on the verge of going ape! After quickly darting back and laying down scared, Toby knew he had to grab the worm under the warm shorts. Bravely, Tobias started again in his approach, then it was time to throw caution to the wind. Toby brushed his friend's warm stomach again and gingerly started to carefully slide a hand beneath his shorts. It was unbelievable that his hand was resting right on top of the girly boy's flaccid cock. Arthur was not that huge, but fuck Tobias was so horny he felt his cheeks burn. Surprisingly he was not the only one getting turned on, the minute Toby rubbed his friend's dick slightly, he started to get hard. Holy shit, I could've gotten one off in my pants in one second! Arthur was about 5 inches fully hard, and fuck was it outta sight. Tobias pulled his hand out of the sleepwear in fear Arthur was waking up but held on and stroked it through the material. Arthur hummed as he started to wake up, so Toby quickly laid back down and pretended he was asleep and thank Christ he fell for it-or so the daring boy thought. They both went to sleep for the rest of the night without saying a word about what happened. Later the next week Arthur asked Tobias if he wanted to come over and jam to the radio at his place and if his fellow misfit could bring some smokes too. "Sure," Toby said, and they spent the day over at the Gayle residence swimming, shooting hoops, and making fun of the insanely colorful cast of Concrete-Dwight being the star. Before long, it came down to whether he would stay the night. Arthur's folks agreed he could, and he quickly called his mother who also agreed that a sleepover sounded more than alright as it turned out Dwight wanted some alone time with her. Only this time, there was only one bed so it was decided the two could share it oddly enough. Before hitting the sack, they read some adult magazines that had some naked ladies in them because Toby was still in a way trying to figure Arthur out, even though they seemed to understand each other more than either thought. The Gayle's were the first ones to succumb to sleep, but Tobias was not tired nor was Arthur, so they stayed up longer reading more magazines and joking around. It was getting late, and as the lights were turned off, Arthur was messing around with a pair of pink silk panties! He was rubbing up against it and smelling it, thinking he was being hilarious. Toby was laughing and shook his head, merely going along with it. Yet the stirring underneath his own blue shorts had him stifle it. Soon he was laying right next to his guest, flopping the shit out of the panties just being naughty. Bearing in mind his sole friend was "sleeping" right beside him while all of this carried on without fear or disgust. This nighttime rite went on for about 19 minutes, the lovely boy was now shoving what had to be one of his mother's unmentionables under his sleep shorts pretending to be getting a hand job. Tobias was snickering and breathing restlessly as Arthur was looking at him in a way that said he wanted something more from the fellow outsider wanting to break free. Not to be shown up, Toby started an awkward game of mercy. At random moments Tobias would grab his chest and Arthur would do the same to him. It reached the point when he went to the bathroom and said, "Your shirt better be off by the time I get back." Beyond belief, they were shirtless, and the smart ass was still messing around with the panties and Toby. Blushing, Tobias turned to him and asked absentmindedly, "How come the panties go down there, and I can't?" Arthur looked at him with that cavalier smile and answered, "I never said you couldn't...Jack." Unwilling to have the joke be on him again, Tobias put his hand on that feminine tight chest and moved it under the flushed boy's pants. Barely breathing, he purposely drew his hand close to it but not exactly touching it. After about a minute of doing so, Arthur moved the still hand to the top of his dick. Fuck it was hard and shit it was warm like his mother's skin. Softly, Arthur grabbed a hold of Toby's cock and they wanted to get off more than put on an act of horseplay. Remembering that surprising afternoon, playing piano together happily without worries, and the chaste kiss on his cheek that kept him awake every night after. Gazes locked, they both slid their pants off and started to jack each other off, Arthur kept saying flirtatiously "I know you want to taste me." Tobias grinned rolling his eyes and replied, "I know you want me on top this time." But they didn't cross that threshold. They would lick the other's unblemished chests, nipples, necks and get down to each other's V-line and not go any further. Arthur loved his friend's size as Toby was quite larger at 6 ½ inches and he was about 4" circumcised (guess the locker room banter was wrong). Awestruck, for the next 12 minutes they laid there rubbing each other, exploring their mutually entrancing bodies with their mouths and unblinking eyes. They would take turns sitting in the other's laps as if they were on a date in the park. All this embroiling simulation brought Toby close, and Tobias knew Arthur was close. Forgetting his ignorant reluctance, he took a hold of Arthur's cock and start jerking him off at a comfortable pace. Without any warning he came through pursed lips-his faint-like expression more beautiful. It was a hot dewy load, more like shooting a water gun. The fruit Toby once thought a cowardly creep shot a decent amount, but he was not a shooter like Tobias was (a fact he took shameless pride in). Smiling with lidded eyes, Arthur kept jerking him off until Tobias shot off on himself and the shellshocked blonde came two times more than him. Afterwards they quietly cleaned up, and simply talked like nothing happened. That night they never fell asleep but looked into each other's eyes, as if not seeing the other's real self would mean losing them forever. This was the start of a few more years of private yet memorable sleep overs before they both found liberation from Concrete.