Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 09:29:03 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Billy is too cute, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Billy is too cute, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "You must be hungry," Billy said, now in shorts, no top. He led me into the kitchen. It was the size of a hotel kitchen. I saw a large industrial dish washer, grill, double frig. He threw open the frig and stared in. "I a pretty good cook. How about a filet minion, and salad. " Then he wiggled his perfect eyebrows, Groucho Marx still and said, "How about champaign to wash it down.=?" "You allowed to have alcohol?" "I am forbidden, but this is a special occasion. There are ten bottles in the wine cooler, I'll dump the empty somewhere away from the house. No one counts stock." He moved about the large space confidently and in a pretty short time the salad was made, the steaks done and the champaign opened. He opened the wine like a trained waiter and poured it into flutes. I took a sip and my head snapped back. "It's real fizzy." "Yeah," he said. "I've had a little at the dinner table on special occasions. You have to get used to it, but the time you do, you're squiffed." He laughed, and I laughed with him. I cut my steak and sampled it. It was a great piece of meat. "It comes from Japan. I think it's very expensive." We shoveled in the salad and steak and finished the first glass of bubbly. I felt a little dizzy, but happy. We both smiled crookedly at each other, both feeling daring. Billy pushed back his chair. I noticed he lisped slightly when he said, "Just' leave the dishes maid service comes and cleans up. I gotta crash in my bed. Follow me." I followed him up the curving stair case and into the first room at the top. "This is it." A bedroom for a prince (my prince maybe) The large canopy bed was against the back wall but there was still plenty of space for his desk, TV and other stuff, including a chaise. He just flopped on the bed face up and husked out "nite." I found the bath room and brushed my teeth, then wishing I had dropped bread crumbs like Hansel and Gretel, I did find my way back. I copied Billy and just left on my undershorts and squeezed in on one side of him. He had commandeered the middle. I lay on my back looking up at the lining of the canopy. My head was swirling from the wine but I was not sleepy. Then I heard Billy had fallen in a pass out sleep. His breathing was slow and deep like an innocent baby. I leaned in close and let his breath fall on my check. The light was on so I could see his chest clearly without him noticing. It was a flat chest, almost no pecs. But the pale pink areola was nice. Up to no good I gently blew on his flat center of his round pinkness. Immediately it rose and thrust up pointy. At the same time his breathing stopped a moment and then he signed and resumed his sleep. I saw that his underwear shorts were slightly puffed up. This boy was a tit-type. I settled back but couldn't sleep. I longed to wank off. That usually got me to sleep, but I had no tissue and I also had a bed mate who would feel my usual vigorous action. I was not an easy cummer, I needed to do it a long time and then get my ass hole into it. I began to smell Billy's lovely fresh laundry odor. It was ramped up by his slight sweating from the wine, I guess. I moved close and really inhaled. So great! I decided to risk more. Don't forget I was drunk on wine and Billy's nearness. I could always pretend I did it in my sleep. I leaned in and licked his near nipple. It rose like a small prick. Wow! At the same time his thighs or trunk rose and fell in a sort of slight fuck motion. This was fun, more than that, I was rigid pricked. I suddenly got a rush of embarrassment. I shouldn't be doing this. This was in no way teasing it was seduction and super risky of putting our friendship to an end. So I was about to settle back and wank off, regardless of the motion that might wake him. After all, better to be caught wanking than to be caught tit licking. Just as I was about to rest back, Billy, with still closed eyes, and very slurry, said "You want to practice the kissing now?" Thee kid was really out of it. But I was really into it. What a break. It was his idea. This could lead to...who knows. "Yeah kiddo, I need the practice. Shall I try out one now?" His eyes still closed he said, "Go." While I got into position I knew that he was, like, sleepwalking. Unconscious yet a tiny bit awake. It was eery but I was sliding into a need that overpowered any rational thing I might consider. In a second my lips were a fraction above his full, pink ones. I looked down, and saw that the sweet kid was actually puckering. I wasn't gonna waste that pucker. I closed the small space between our lips and rested mine lightly on his. They were really warm. Suddenly his arms flew up and around my neck and he slightly lifted from the bed and push his lips against mine in a crushing kiss. Remember this was almost a first for me, but it came natural. I felt his breath coming around my lips. He was panting. I guess I was too. But then he pushed against my shoulder and broke the kiss. "What are we doing?" At least he shared the blame with me. "You said you wanted to practice kissing and I..." "Charlie, that was so hot. I'm not into boys but I am so sexed up. What now?" "You want to wank off?" "Do you?" "Let me rub you." He thought a moment. "That' s a big step." I decided that I had to take the lead, otherwise he would be giving me a lawyer's argument all night. I reached over and put my flat hand over his curving swell. He gasped, then sort of pushed himself against my hand. I judged that he was no longer questioning anything and that he was just a needy boy who wanted to get his thrill. I was up for it. Was I ever! Now I got a great idea to be sure that I wasn't being a molester. I made him make the decision when I said firmly, "Take off your shorts." His eyes opened wide. He knew that it would definitely make him an equal partner in this, but he wiggled out of them and lifted his legs and kicked them off. As he was doing this, I slipped mine off. Now his prick was really on show. His ball sac was large and delicate looking not thick and ridged like mine. His prick was hard and laying on his flat, smooth belly. He glanced over at my stuff and said, "You're pretty big, and hard as me. What now?" I said nothing but reached over and cupped my hand loosely over his rigid organ. I watched his face for a clue if I had to stop. His face told everything as he flushed red and beads of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead, but it was his eyes. Yeah, his eyes rolled up and closed. "Fuck, this feels s-o-o-o good. Do it harder," my greedy boy commanded. What have I wrought? Barely touching the shaft I slowly moved up and down from root to head. He was mewling like a newborn calf. I felt a bit of power over him for the first time. I had been in love with this beauty but he was up on a pedestal. Now he was into the dirty same as me. He could never now say that I led him into it. He was leaking pre cum. For such a delicate boy, it had a robust odor. It made my head swim. My light grasp was frustrating him. He kept rising to try and get more effect from my hand. Finally I took pity and tightened my gripe. He howled with pleasure at the change and leaked more. Suddenly he stopped my hand. "This is so great. I could let it go on and shoot out a bucket full but it's not fair to you." "It's okay. I love making you so happy." "Well, I read about something else we could try. It sounds so hot. Are you willing?" "Willing for what?" "Fucking," he said lasciviously. "You're nuts. I'd be afraid of hurting you." "No I mean I go into you. You're a big jock. You can stand it I know. And it'll be the hottest thing ever." I couldn't believe all this coming out of Billy's pretty mouth. He must have thought about this for a long time. "You mean you want to put your dick into my rear?" As I said this, I began to feel a flutter at my ass hole. As crazy as his suggestion was, it began to seem like a possibility. To show how I was seriously considering it, to my own surprise I said, "If I do it, will you stop immediately if it hurts." As those words the balance of power between had shifted. Even his sweet face seemed more firm as he said, "You will love it. Just stop talking and thinking and do as I say." Hey, his new attitude was getting me all sexy. I answered hoarsely, "Okay boss what do I do?" End of part Two