Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 14:10:32 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Give in Billy! Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Give in Billy!, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends ***If you are under 18 years of age you are definitely not invited so please leave, not that I'm made at you. Sean and I are both twelve. We've been friends from grade one, when he saved me from two kids who took my glasses and pushed me down. What a guy! Sean is the athlete but I have my strong points too. I get the better grades and he needs me to help him with his homework. Lately he has been acting different. It started with his voice suddenly changing to one deeper than my dad's. Then too he is getting smelly. I think it comes from his pits. But he's my mate and the smell isn't so bad. I also noticed that he is now taller than me. We were always the same height and generally the same build, except he's got muscles and I'm skinnier. Now the other thing is that he is suddenly hung up on sex talk. He found out all about sex from a book in his father's office. His dad is a doctor. He whispers about penises and vaginas all the time and tells me more than I want to know. Then he started with this other stuff queer stuff. He asks me if my dick gets hard all the time. Well of course it does, often at a very inconvenient time. "Feel this," he said yesterday when we were studying Am. Hist. And he rubbed the outside of his pants. "Knock that off, we're supposed to be studying." "You're such a baby. We could have some fun together." "What? Me rubbing your pants?" Actually I knew more about that stuff. A few nights ago my prick got stiff and I rubbed it. It felt good. He sighed with resignation and muttered, "I'll get you sooner or later." Tonight I am sleeping over at Sean's because my parents are going away for the weekend. My Mom arranged it with his mom. This is not unusual, we often sleep over at each other's houses, but this time Sean seems too gleeful and he rubbed his hands when he said, "Maybe we can do stuff." I'm no dope, I know he is dreaming about some gay shit but I'm prepared to keep him away from me. First off I found out that I won't be sleeping in the guest room as usual. He said, "I have a king size bed and we can talk as late as we want." By the glinting of his brown eyes, I knew he had something evil in mind. When bedtime came, I undressed and I noticed that Sean was staring at my dick. Naturally I got a semi stiffy from the eye looking. "You have a nice one," he said, his new deep voice slightly croaking. "It's not as long as mine, but it's pretty thick." "Do me a favor and stop talking about my garbage. It's off limits." He chuckled, glad to get me riled up. He got in his side of the bed and I stayed way over on my side. We were both in under shorts. As I closed my eyes and let sleep begin to take me, Sean interrupted my sinking-into-oblivion process by starting a lively conversation. "My Mom always gives me a hug and a kiss goodnight. I can't get to sleep without. Please," he whined. I let out a big sigh and got out and stood over at his side and took him around. He pulled me down across him and hugged me hard. I could feel his big cock pressing against me as his arms pulled me tight. He whispered in my ear, "Sleep good, don't forget the kiss." I quickly kissed his cheek. I walked around the bed and got back into my side and closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Damn, after a minute I was almost back into my sleep mode when he spoke again. "You going to Normie's Halloween party next Saturday?" "No never even knew about it. You know we hate each other, so...." "Yeah," he acknowledged, remembering the right we had on the school steps last year. I tried to get back into the zone but he began again. "You know they'll probably play kissing games. I don't even know how to kiss. Can you help me out?" "How?" I said with a bit of curiosity. "Practice with me." "You mean I should kiss you? That's really over the line gay." "Okay for you. I ask someone who is supposed to be my best friend to help me out and all I get is a no." He made a big fuss of turning over on his side and yanked the covers with him. This was silence between us. I knew there was no way I could sleep. He was always bossing me around and now this queer stuff. I tried to relax but I could almost feel his annoyance with me. Finally I said quietly, "Okay." He almost laughed in pleasure, and turned around toward me and put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I closed my eyes in defense and waited. In a moment I could feel the heat from his face near me and then, his full lips, I had always admired, pressed against my purposely closed lips. I wanted to keep this a dry kiss but he wiggled his lips around on mine and they were hot and demanding. I felt weak and I sagged against him and my lips opened slightly. He immediately snaked his tongue in and when it touched my tongue I was lost in tremulous passion and all resistance was gone. The kiss lasted a long time and it was a feeling of loss on my part when he slowly took those magic lips away, but then he did something surprising. He reached between us and grasped my painfully stiff prick in his damp, hot hand. End Part One