Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 08:30:21 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Billy is too cute, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Billy is too cute, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends +++This month's resolution: Send a contribution to Nifty. Just doing it will bring you luck and an extension of a body part. +++This story is fun for readers who are over 18. If you are younger, it is not for you. Please leave. I know it's a shitty thing but I try not to be seen walking to school with Billy, he's just too pretty, maybe even a bit girly. I don't want to take any more of those remarks from the guys on the baseball team. Remarks like: "Is he your girlfriend?" Billy knows that I sometimes avoid him and last week he asked me if I am ashamed of him. "No babe," I told him,"I just had to hustle to get to practice and..." He knew that was a lie. The way his eyes get that hurt look makes my heart ache, but you have to watch your rep in eighth grade because it follows you into middle school. Sometimes I am talking to him and he gives me his complete attention. His light gray eyes stare at me, taking in everything. They sort of gleam and I could almost jump into them. Billy's skin is not like the rest of us mortals. Mine's just regular thirteen year old boy with plenty of marks and bumps. Billy's must be made in a different place in heaven, a sort of luxury place. It is totally smooth and almost looks like there is light behind it. Then there's his smell. Oh fuck me, but he smells so good, like fresh laundry. Did I mentuon his voice? It hasn't changed yet but it could be okay if it stayed the same, it's full, I guess you'd call it tenor. My mom likes that I am friends with Billy. She thinks that he is a real gentleman and some might rub off on me. Highly unlikely. I am a thug. Mom said the other day that Billy is not really handsome but a real model type. "He has an interesting look." It's true. His nose is nice, but pointy. His head is sort of flat on top but the way his face cascades into his cute chin dimple is excellent. The thing is, Billy is an only child of a single parent. His mother seems to think that he has found a friend in me. I think she hopes Billy will get more manly with my influence. I hope not. I like him the way he is. Now let's get to the real thing here. Are you thinking he is gay? I think not. He lights up over pictures of girls in magazines and talks about some hot women movie stars and unconsciously rubs his crotch. Where did I get the idea? I tell you. It came from me. It's me who is all hot over him, not the other way around. He's just a nice guy who is pleased with a good looking jock paying attention to him. So that has been the situation up to now. I have to admit that our friendship is a strange thing. We have practically nothing in common, except for being I the same class. Billy's got a photo memory. School's real easy for him. Me? I am not interested in the work and what I do is just C by luck and Billy's tutoring me. I have no real talent, well, maybe baseball, but Billy is amazing. He plays piano like he was on the stage in Carnegie Hall. He taught himself from two to six and then got a teacher. Mr. Bianci told his mother than "The boy plays better than me. I can't teach him any more." Then there's the leather. Yeah, Billy is a master maker of leather things. He made his mother a jacket and me, for my last birthday, a great belt, all carved with baseball inspired things. I wear it all the time. "My mom is going out of town for three days to take care of her sister before she gives birth and she wants you to stay at our house over the weekend so I won't burn it down, I guess." He said this in one rush sentence. My mind flashed with imaginary scenes of us in PJs going to bed together. I got warm all over. "I'll ask my rents. I'm sure it's okay." But the possibilities kept me buzzing for the next three days until the weekend. I was all wrapped up in my mind pictures and my breathing was running noisy. I emptied my baseball stuff from my duffle that AM and put pajamas and tooth brush stuff in it and took it to school so we could go directly to his house after. We got to his house about 4:00 in the afternoon. I say house, but his father must have been rich and left this semi-mansion to his widow. The two of them, mother and son, plus day help, rattled around this six bedroom house with theater, bowling alley, pool house and more. Billy seemed to take it like everyone lived like that. Now as we entered the front reception hall, Billy said, "Oh, she's gone already. Here's a note. It say chicken in fridge and there is forty bucks incase we want to eat out for breakfast or whatever." "You mom is really nice." He nodded absently and said brightly, "You want to swim, Charlie?" "It's too cold." "Pool's heated and the roof and sides are up so it's like an indoor pool." "Got no suit." He laughed and that brings up the reason he laughed. Billy once told me that his family are nudists. "Yeah," he explained, "The family that bathes together stays together." I said then, "You mean your dad and mom and you were all in the tub together?" He laughed, "No the shower. It is built for a delegation to shower together. I'll show you later." I realized that, unlike me, Billy was totally not shy about undressing. Now I never saw him naked, but I sure wanted to. I was shaking a bit as we went out the back door into a large tent with clear plastic sides. There it was, the pool. "Follow me. We can leave our clothes in the dressing room and let our pee pees dangle in the water." I shook a bit more, but bravely undressed while willing my unruly dick to stay soft. I got a slight chubby and he noticed, thinking that was the way it always looked. "You've got a big one," then surveying me, making me blush, you have the beginning of hair on your chest. You're going ape." Then he laughed cutely. I hardly listened as he was standing there totally naked in front of me. He looked in some ways the way I expected him to, but in other ways way different. His shape was perfect, slim waist, nice, slightly sloping shoulders and utterly polished smooth skin. But what I didn't expect was he pubic area. He had shiny black hair like an eyebrow over his long, slim penis. His balls were sure there, round like a baseball. He started toward the pool giving me a chance to see his surprising butte. It was big for his slim build, but perfectly shaped. It also perked out in back. This was an ass for the ages. In a moment the two of us regressed to age five as we splashed and shouted with fun. What is there about water that does that? After awhile he pulled himself up and out of the pool. "What to sauna?" "You actually have one?" "I just have to snap in on and it'll be warm in a few minutes." We dried ourselves from the stack of warmed towels in the cabinet. Doesn't everyone have a cabinet like that? A chime rang out. "It's ready Charlie. Take your towel with you, the marble seats get hot." The sauna was pure Roman Empire style, with columns and marble slabs to sit on. It was small though, Billy and I and two other people is all that could fit, so we were kinda close together. That made me wonder: was Billy thinking some of the thoughts that I was. I know he's just as obsessed with sex as I am maybe in a different way. As I spread the towel and settled next to him, Billy said, "You into self excitement too?" Oh shit! I gulped three times before answering. "You mean wanking?" "Yeah, masturbation, if you want to get high class." "I guess." "How many times a week?" He said, looking into my eyes in that way. "A couple," I lied. "I do it a lot, sometimes twice a day." Now little Charlie sat up with interest. That's the only trick he has. "Why you bring it up?" "I wonder if it is too much. I mean will it hurt it." Suddenly I was relieved. I laughed. He looked unhappy at that and I put my arm around his shoulder (first time ever) and hugged him. "No, if it feels good, it's good!" Then I cleared my throat. "I lied. I do it more than twice a week." "Oh I knew that. You're such a hunk you probably get stiff all the time. Look you got one right now." "Yeah just all this wanking talk got me up and rocking. Hey you too." Billy's slim penis was really long and curving up from his slim thighs. Oh would I love to touch it. Suddenly he stood up and tucked his stuff between his legs leaving only the puff of hair showing. "Do I look like a girl." In a way he did. Those white, perfect teeth showing through his full, pink lips and his naturally arched eyebrows. Then the slim pale body and shapely legs. It was a bit unsettling. He minced over to me in a burlesque of a sexy girl. "Hey big boy, you want to play?" I replied hoarsely, "Come close and I'll give my girl a big kiss." He giggled and moved closer. I put an arm around him and started to draw him close. Suddenly he pulled back and spoke in a strong voice, "Hey, what are you doing? I'm just kidding you." "I know, I just got too much into it. I don't know how to do that kind of kissing anyway." By now he had opened his legs and his stuff flopped out. "I know how, my cousin Betty taught me. Maybe sometime I'll show you." Things were back to normal for us and stayed that way until later. End Part One