Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 09:44:11 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Jeff's New Way of Getting Off, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends +++Although this story is found in the Young Friends Section, there is a strange anomaly here. Yes, it is about Young Friends, but it is not for youngsters under 18 to read. Weird huh? But life is not always fair. Come back when you meet the requirements. Jeff was twelve, and so am I, his best (I think) friend. He is a little ahead of me in getting into his maturity. Getting there was a big interest and subject with us. We watched for every new hair and measured and re-measured our dicks and reported any changes to each other on the way to school. This kind of conversation, especially in the morning, got both stiffs for both of us. Luckily, we had notebooks to hide it. Jeff and I were together most of the time. Kids thought we were cousins of something. Why? I can't imagine. We sure looked different. For one thing, he's four inches taller than I. Jeff was one of those dark haired boys of Irish ancestry, already sporting a faint mustache, and a puff of dark hair in his armpits, that really showed up against his pure smooth white skin. In a few years his legs would become covered with thick hair and he would have an area of hair on his white chest in the shape of an animal pelt stretched for drying. Me, I'm blond, but with a tannish skin as a few blonds have. I'm almost hairless, except for a few strands under my arms, and four or five above my penis. I know, because with handheld mirror, I counted them. One day Jeff said, "Billy, you know we smell different. I mean, you smell like milk. When I sniff my underarm it's different." "Like skunk?" I asked helpfully. "No you shit, like BO, but I kinda like it." "You better not keep you nose in your pits, everyone thinks you're nuts already." He gave me a wedgie. It hurt, but that was his way of telling me that he liked me. We lived four houses from each other. That's why we never had sleep overs, but tonight was different. His folks were going out of town to visit his aunt and they asked my Mom if he could stay over night. So that's why he and I are in our briefs sitting cross-legged on my bed, his hairy legs on display while my hairless, smooth pink ones looked like girl's. I couldn't wait until I'd grow up. We were never without things to talk about. There were teachers, classmates and girls. Next we got onto ball teams and favorite cars, finally we ran out of steam and we sat not talking, eyes looking down at our bare feet. Then Jeff got speaking real quiet, like he was telling a secret. His voice was kinda hoarse. "Billy, do you rub yourself?" "You mean, with towel, after a shower?" Of course I knew exactly what he meant, but I was just giving him a hard time. "It's called wacking off." "Yeah, I heard of it, in fact, I used to do it when I was a kid. It felt brilliant." "Now that my stuff is getting bigger and my balls are too, it feels different than when I was younger." "I don't see how it could be better. I get rocked if I keep it up, just beyond that point where you think you can't stand it." Quiet now. Me waiting for Jeff to say more. I found my face was hot and I could hear my own breathing, or maybe it was Jeffs. Finally he husked out, "How do you do it?" Wow, that was kicking the ball to my side of the court. I decided to run with it. "Well I have some Vaseline in the night stand there. I put some on my hand and rub my dick until I neatly fall over in a faint, it's so good?" He giggled, "Caught you!" "What?" "You still do it, don't you?" I admitted it. Then we were buddies again and he took me into his confidence. He got all excited and said, "I found this great way just a day or two ago. It's almost like fucking a girl's vagina." Now that was interesting. "Can you teach me?" "Sure, lock the door and take off your under shorts." When I got back to the bed, he was naked and I dropped kicked my briefs across the room.. His cock looked real big and it was sticking up. He pointed to my smaller version. "Look Billy, you're hard too." "Well, shit, all this sex talk gets to me. Okay, show me the technique." . My mouth dropped open when he got on in a position leaning on his elbows and knees, his ass pointed directly at me. "Put some grease on my hand." I did so, feeling like I was a doctor or something with a patient on the operating table. He made a loose fist of his hand and wrapped it around his penis and began humping that enclosure. He groaned out, "It feels just like a vagina." "How would you know?" I taunted but my friend was away, away from the room and me, swirling in a sex frenzy. It was kinda cute and it was getting me so stiff, my penis was hurting. He stopped and dropped his "vagina hand". "You want to try it?" "You mean humping your hands?" "No, but we could try that another time. I mean, grease up your hands and hold them so I can present it's a girl's thing. It'll be more real if I don't do it to myself." I really don't know why I did what he asked. I think secretly that Jeff was a little bossy over me, but then, this was so hot...I rubbed Vaseline like I had chapped skin or something and then put my loose fisted hand in front of his cock that was plastered against his belly. He immediately moved forward and I felt the ramrod enter my fist. It was strange. It was very sexy. We had a new connection. I put my other hand on his back and rubbed it like a lover as he began pumping my hand. This was some wild moment. He was almost crying and sobbing with the sensation, animal sounds that seemed to go right to my prick that was now jumping and pulsing. Suddenly I began to dry orgasm. It was wicked difficult to keep my hand in position for him as I almost jack knifed with my feeling. My legs were shaking and jumping and my eyes were tightly shut as I rode the feeling. Dimly I heard Jeff say, "Oh shit, it's happening. He began to buck and make little grunting sounds and I felt wetness covering my hand. He kept this up for a long time until he fell over sideways, his penis still shooting stuff. This was amazing. At last he opened his eyes and said in a small voice, "You got a towel or something.." "Sure," I said, "I got a lot on my hand too. You really squirt a lot. Did it feel good?" He nodded and grinned. "That was the best five minutes of my life. Did you mind doing it for me?" "Naw, and I had one of mine too." "Great, we're cum buddies." End of Part Two More fun to cum.