Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:18:11 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Wally's Weird Watch" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci/Fi Fantasy "Wally's Weird Watch" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci/Fi Fantasy ===Oh boy, title sounds just like something out of Disney, but it sure is not, Pal. It's adult nasty, sexy, porn and does your mother know that you are playing around here? If you are over 18, be my guest; if not, wave goodbye and leave. My friend Wally is a total nut. I mean, he buys three or four paperbacks each week, but does not read them. What he does is fill in the 'o's' on every single fucking page. He also collects fruit labels. What are fruit labels? They are those little found plastic labels on fruit. He has about 4000 of them mounted on a board in his bedroom. Are they valuable? Yeah, as valuable as your old cum rags. Well I guess you are beginning to see my relationship with Wally. I am a jock, a thirteen-year-old jock. I am a good-looking dude. How do I know? First off my Mom told me. I guess you think that doesn't count, well, what about Sally Knowles and Betty Gold? And my mirror, though I shouldn't boast. I might also add Willy is the prototypical nerd. You know, skinny, brilliant, unsociable, but in his case a little gay. At least toward me. Wally taught me about my Willy and what fun it could provide, fun to last a lifetime. Expertise was easy to obtain, especially when Wally demonstrated on himself, then on me. I think I liked it better when he did it for me and I often asked for a repeat, yeah, several time a day sometimes. The only problem was that after three times, the need was there but my willy wouldn't rise to the occasion. One day, me laying with my shorts at my angles, spooge coating my smooth belly, thanks to Wally's expert wanking he said in his junior scientist voice, "Wouldn't be great if we could computerize our pricks, you know, delete the last shoot and be ready again? "It would be excellent," I said in that tired voice I get after so many cums. Wally screwed his face up as he prepared to get himself off. He had a pretty nice body, lean and smooth, but I didn't have the same desire for his body as he seemed to have for mine. My young muscles seemed to get him all sappy, and he'd rave about my penis, mainly because it was so much bigger than his. Of course, his was longer, but real thin. He sure could shoot a load though, twice as much as I did. Often it would sail up over his head and hit the headboard, then the next two would land on is mouth or cheek. That brought about an interesting discussion. He passed his long tongue over his lips and tasted his own spunk. He rolled his eyes. "Good stuff." I thought "Yuck!" especially when he suggested I taste mine. Our playtime was going in a very funny direction and I had no intension of becoming Wally's boy friend. About two days later, I got a text message from boy genius. All in capitals (which is not polite) he proclaimed: "I did it! Call me." I called. He was so excited I could hardly understand him. I decided to run over to his house, it was only two blocks away. He met me at the door, announced that his 'rents were at a school meeting (they both taught). He had one of those watches that you could download stuff into your 'puter. He told me some technical stuff about using his jack (not jack off) to download information about masturbation, and then......He spread his arms out like he was on the cross and bellowed, "I can speed up, slow down and even delete the orgasm and then press REPEAT or most great is that I can turn up the volume for a better cum." The poor boy. He was suffering from too many "O" filling activities. This flight into fantasy bordered on madness, BUT what if what he said was true. Like Dr. Bell's Watson, I volunteered to test his contraption. I would be Igor to his Frankenstein. "Quick, lay on the bed, get your shorts and briefs down." I complied. Geez, Wally had become so bossy, but it was kinda sexy to do what he asked. My Willy was definitely interested in the experiment, he lifted his head out of his turtleneck of skin and looked around, drooling a bit. I found that I was taking deep breaths. Wally meanwhile was absorbed in his demonstration. He slipped the expansion bracelet with the watch on to my wrist, saying reverently that he noticed I was getting some hair around there. The watch had fine wires that went to the back of the computer tower. The flat screen monitor flashed on, revealing a web site. It was called Wally's Time Stroker and had a moving graphic of a spewing prick that resembled mine. "Okay' pal, here we go." His loving, familiar hand began gently moving around my still covered prick, but quickly my foreskin retracted and I fast reached full length, about six inches plus about one quarter inch. We knew because Wally had measured it, much to my pleasure. Now he used the method we had discovered by his noting which spots made me moan the loudest. I am a pig for sensation and pretty loud during these sessions. He cupped my hairless balls in his large, warm hand and squeezed so slightly. Ah, heaven. Meanwhile his other hand continued the gentle exploration of my penis shaft, now forming a cave with his fingers and began a rhythm, not to fast, just right to get me turned into a total animal of sensation, my eyes rolling, my tongue hanging out and drooling. I was crooning constantly. Willy kept nodding and smiling as his victim (me) gradually sidled into my usual heavy orgasm. Then he stopped. I opened my eyes. "If you don't get back on the stick, I will kill you. What's up." "I just want to make a volume change." He brought up "volume" on the right bottom of the screen and moved the slide from the bottom to the top of the scale. Immediately my penis began to feel warmer and much harder. He returned to his duty and stroked me. Now my nipples began to feel like they were two erections. I pulled up my tee shirt. "Wally, do something with them. They are asking for attention." "I always liked your tits," he murmured as he began to squeeze them between his thumb and index finger. I was not roiling on the bed, my hips seemed to get a life of their own as the began thrusting upwards fucking the air. "Wally," I called in a strangled voice. "Get me off now. I can't take too much of this. I'm going into overload. Abort the program." Of course he ignored me, he was having too much fun being my master. Suddenly my body could take no more. My prick went from dripping pre cum to leaking heavily and I shouted, "Oh Wally, I'm going to shoot. Kiss me hard, now!" Now where did that come from? Anyway he didn't need a second invitation, this was what he had always longed for. He leaned down and pressed his hot lips against mine. I instinctively pushed my tongue into his mouth and he met it with his own educated lapper. There I was, shooting great quantities of stuff between us, kissing him madly and screaming into his mouth. A moment later I woke up. I must have passed out. "How do you feel?" Wally asked. "Great," let's get on with the experiment. I must have fallen asleep waiting for you to hook up your wires and shit. He looked at me and laughed. I knew right away what the score was. "It worked. I spooged, right?" "You sure did." As he said those words, he stroked my chest. My tee shirt was still up near my neck. Oooh, that felt so good. I rushed back into my fuck me mode and Wally was quick to resume his role of wanker. This time he had apparently changed the settling so that I was almost ready to hose the world with me semen in record time. My prick was sticking up hard and pulsing. "You want me to get you off?" "Yeah," I said with urgency. I need it badly. "Tell you what. What say we make a trade.?" I sat up. "Whatcha mean, I wank you?" He nodded. "Sorry Wally, I like fooling around, but I don't want to be a gay boy." "So it's okay for me, but not you." He reached behind the 'puter again and he turned some knob or something. It had an immediate effect on me. I couldn't stop my thighs from thrusting and making fuck motions. My prick was dripping heavily. My breath was coming in hoarse gasps. I knew there was only one way out of this. I reached out my virgin hand and grasped Wally's stiff prick. He let out a loud moan of happiness. Yeah, I stroked and made him feel good and for my reward, he began wanking me again. Yeah, I confess that we kissed through it all, and yes, it was great. And finally with a mutual cry we both spooged on each other. "Taste it!" Wally commanded into my ear. I took a swipe of the stuff between us. I don't know if it was mine or his but shit, it didn't taste too bad. As we were getting ourselves back together, Wally forgot that the hookup was still attached and the computer will on max output. Too max I guess, because there was a puff of smoke and the whole fucking thing went dead. Wally was never able to get the invention going again, even after the 'puter came back from the factory, but we had already started on a new road of discovery. You can't imagine what fun you can have with your mouth. Ass next. End Science cums to the aid of two boys. Lucky they paid attention in physics class.