Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2010 07:59:14 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: 'Fumbling Toward Sex, Part One" by Jay Roberts "Gay Young Friends" +++This posting is restricted, and written for, folks who are older than 18. If that's not you, please depart. Chas gasped, "Wylie does lovin' someone haf to be lak the flu or somthin'" "I know what you mean. I saw you coming toward me in the school yard today and I just couldn't catch my breath, thought I'd keel over surely." They looked at each other with soft expressions for a moment, then hardly able to keep apart, their young arms flew around each others neck and they pressed their boiling lips together. The boys were both thirteen. Wylie, the smaller kid, was a transfer student from California to this Iowa town. Mr. Goucher, the home room teacher, asked Chas to be a brother to the new boy. Chas was already feeling warm all over just looking at Wylie's cute face and curly blond hair. Wylie came up to him and held out his smaller hand and they shook hands gravely, like their father's might do. No high five or knuckle bumps. It seemed the right way to start a serious friendship. The fact that Chas had been anointed to be Wylie's mentor and guide set the tone of their relationship. Chas was fitted for it with his lanky older look and legs already sprouting fuzz. The difference between their "junk" (as seen in the shower) further ranked them. Chas had some hair there and his dick and balls were on the way to adolescent size. Wylie's willy, as Chas loved to title it, was hairless, but surprisingly fat and quick to react when any attention was paid to it. Not that the boys had engaged in doing "real stuff", but the possibilities hung there, just ready to be plucked. Right now they were in their secret place, the loft of Chas's barn. The farm no longer was a real farm, his father had bought it because of the large acreage and his mother loved the wooden farm house with it's nineteenth center fittings. There was a little hay still left up there and Chas had to be sure they got it out of their hair before descending the wooden ladder. "You're a hayseed for real," Wylie said in his California valley boy accent that amused Chas all the time. "Hey Wylie say dawg." "Dohg," he replied, always loving it when Chas laughed, cause he'd throw back his head and his Adam's Apple would bob up and down his skinny neck. "I love yer accent," Chas said, slapping his thin shanks. "You have the accent, I talk normal." That set Chas off again, "Tahk!" They rolled around and they ended up suddenly quiet, with Wylie lying on top of Chas. They both felt each other's erections. Now Wylie had some experience before he moved here. There was this boy Randy who lived next door and was already in high school. Randy asked Wylie does his straw make milk. Wylie had no idea what the older handsome, muscular, older boy meant and he asked, only to get an incredulous response: "Haven't you ever rubbed off?" "If you mean shagging my dick, sure, it feels good, but then it gets to be too much and I stop." "That's your mistake, Dude. You should keep going and then you get the most excellent feeling." Well that night, scared shitless, Wylie tried it. Nothing came out, but it felt scary good. He planned to try again, but then the sudden move came up and he didn't resume. "Chas, have you ever rubbed your dick until milk came out." "You California boys, you're plain nuts. You cain't get milk from a dick." "Yeah?" "Yeah?" Chas said confidently. Wylie stood up. There were a few hairs caught in his blond curls and Chas, like a mother hen, removed them with a tender look on his lean face that one day would be elegant. Wylie got all confidential. "I'm going to show you the score boy, it's time you learned how to masturbate." "What the fuck izzat?" "Drop your pants and underwear and I'll show you." "Are you a pervert?" "I sure am," he answered, both laughing, but Chas trusted his love pal and he got on his knees and slid his pants and red striped underwear down. He was almost surprised to look down and see his penis was sticking out and curving toward his flat tummy. He blushed. "That's a beauty Chas. I never saw anything nicer. Now make your hand into any open fist and rest your penis on it, then close slightly and move it up and down the shaft." "Okay Coach." He felt silly and expected nothing, but as he rubbed, his smile vanished and he looked serious. "It's okay but nothin' special." Wylie had been watching intensely, his breathing had deepened and a flush spread over his smooth pale cheeks. He screwed up his courage and said, "Dear pal of my heart, would you like me to take over, sometimes getting pleasured by another person is more effective." Chas nodded, so choked up he couldn't speak at that moment. He took away his hand and let it drop to his side and waited. Wylie reached out his smaller hand and took hold of the warm flesh shaft and lovingly moved his hand gently, barely squeezing it. Chas was groaning and moving around like he was on a hot grill. "Oh Wy that is so good, outstandin', one hundred percent excellent. Might I open my shirt, I have a hankerin' to touch my chest." He unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the halves apart exposing his rural boy muscles. Wylie, though busy at his task, noticed that Chas's nipples were erected like small penises. He took his free hand and softly moved it over the protuberances. Chas groaned even louder and at the same time, Wylie called out. "Hey, there's some pearly drops forming on the head of your penis. They look nice and I can even get a little perfume drifting off." Chas was beyond answering. His mouth was hanging slack and his face was screwed up. "Wylie, somethin's happenin' inside. I feel lak I'm gonna shit or piss or somethin'. Please comfort me with a kiss." Tenderly Wylie leaned down and pressed his lips on the tall boy's lips. For some reason he pushed his tongue inside and he heard Chas grunt loudly. "I'm gonna do somethin' right now." Wylie looked down and could see that Chas's knees were lifting and lowering. And the boy's penis on the little slit on top open up and a stream of thin milky stuff pissed out in a stream. This thrilled Wylie that he could have brought his friend to such heights of ecstasy, his own penis was so stiff it hurt. He stroked Chas's head as if the boy was suffering and at last Chas grinned up at him. "Mr. W. You have wrought a miracle, surely." "Was it good?" "I wouldn't say good n' a wouldn't say bad, but a mixture of both and somethin' I'd admire to do agin." Suddenly his face showed concern. "Oh shit, I plum forgot 'bout you. You want me to try the same thing on you?" Wylie was silent a moment, aware that their companionship had moved from one of overwhelming romance, to one of sexual adventure. Love is unselfish, Sex is sometimes selfish. He knew it because, Chas, in his throes of sexual frenzy had surely forgot his Wylie and was lost in his own world. Wylie felt a little left out, but in for a penny... "Sure, if you aren't too knocked out from your own excitement." Chas put his arms out and drew the smaller boy into his embrace, and whispered in his ear, "I'm never too beat to make you happy." Solemnly Wylie opened his belt and zipped his fly and let his pants slide down his young smooth legs. Chas whistled, "You sure have the hottest legs." Impatiently he grabbed the edges of the boy's briefs and pulled them down to his ankles to rest on the pants. His eyes burned brightly as he eyed Wylie's penis, now sticking out stiffly the large head smooth and slightly dark pink. Below the boy's large ball sac was smooth and tight around the double contents. Poor Wylie was panting from effect of displaying his flagrant nakedness, and he was impatient for Chase to get going, aware of that selfishness taking over. Chase's hand was trembling as he put one finger on the large penis head and rubbed it around. Wylie was plunged into another world his whole body becoming one large sexual organ. He pushed his trunk toward the source of pleasure and Chas gave a short laugh and grasped the short fat cock in his big boy's hand and held it firmly. Wylie sighed almost musically and began moving his body back and forth trying to get more stimulation. Chase began a slow movement. The heel of his hand was against that ball sac and the upward thrust took him over the head of Wylie's cock head. "Oh fuck, that's so good. It's much better than when I do it. Chase you have magic hand." But the usually talkative boy stopped speaking as Chas, encouraged by praise, began a more serious wanking. Soon Wylie was reduced to one vibrant receiver of feeling, his hand stroking Chas's bare arm to show his affection and gratitude. Chase, now conscious that he had an aim to his task took his hand away a moment and spit on it and then returned to his stroking. The new wet hand produced louder cries from the smaller boy. Suddenly his eyes opened wide, almost in fear, Chase could feel the smaller body vibrating. His friend's mouth opened in a silent scream and he felt the penis lurching. Wylie retrained Chase's hand for the sensations were too much to bear. Chase held him tightly as he gasped and leaped and shook wildly. When he was finally quiet, he looked wonderingly at his friend. "That was my first...orgasm. It was scary." He looked down, "I didn't make milk but it was outstanding." They kissed a long time, returning to the wonder that had satisfied them for a few weeks. They both knew that they had crossed a line and their making out had brought them to a new strange land. It was to be tomorrow that they dared more. End Part One