Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 07:49:39 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Learning Biology with Sam, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends {This is not an offering of on line education here. If you want to learn science, pay attention in school. This course is for kids over 18 years of age. If you are younger you are not invited. Don't wait for the bell, go now. Sam sat right next to me at the long table in biology. What a perfect course to have my idol with. I was v-e-r-y interested in his biology. He was almost a year older than the other kids in the class because his family had moved around the country and he missed some schooling. That year made a big difference. I was thirteen and sure looked and sounded like it. I was only five feet two, Sam was 5' 10". Besides his height, he just looked older. He had a shadow moustache and a deep voice, deeper than my older brother. He was new boy, but his big smile and friendliness made him a favorite of the other students and the teacher, Mr. Swift, as well. He sure was my favorite. I loved sitting next to him and smell him. He was a little smelly, but I loved him. Sam's family lived in a trailer, still attached to their old Mercury that didn't run and needed a lot of expensive work. Sam's parents were poor I guess, probably the only poor kid in school. Today, as usual, Sam burst into the room and made his way toward his seat, stopped four times to slap kids on the back and talk trash to the girls who seemed to love it. At last he reached me. "Hi midget." He knew my name was Mike, but each day he had a new name for me, all of which referred to my smallness. He didn't say them meanly, but it wasn't as funny as he thought. He sidled up to me, his leg absent mindedly resting again mine. It felt hot. I jiggled my leg, friendly like. He turned and fixed me with a stare from his intensely blue eyes lifted his perfectly shaped eyebrow in surprise and smiled slightly with his puffy lips. He croaked softly in his bass voice "You fool around?" I think and I hoped he was talking about what I was thinking. I took a chance and said, "Sure." He said, "Let's today." "Where?" I asked, continuing this short ping pong conversation. "My place is no good, 'rents there. Yours?" "Can-do, house is empty. Walk home with you, after last period?" He nodded and poked me because Mr Swift was speaking. "Today we will discuss sexual mating of the paramecium." Perfect, I thought. Seeing them fuck each other will get Sam hot. Walking toward my house in the hot spring sunshine I was as happy as I ever had been or will be in this life. I matched my strides with Sam's long legged one, making me a bit breathless from effort. He chatted on or rumbled on in his basso voice about girls in school. I didn't like way the conversation was going but he seemed so animated that I let him rant about stuff I didn't give a shit about. Sally's tits, or Meg's legs and other stuff like that. Also he got into how much sexual experience he had with girls. "I got a feel back in Ohio and got French kissed in Minnesota. Suddenly he stopped talking and walking as well. "You know Mike (wow my real name) I suggested this stuff today because I really like you. I don't mind that you are pre-adolescent and have a high voice. It's kinda girlie and it makes me hot. Didn't notice I got stiffies in class?" Of course I did. I had developed a way of seeming to look at the white board, but use my outstanding peripheral vision to catch that lovely sight, and once I saw him practically do a rub off. "That's my house." He whistled. "It's a mansion. How many rooms?" "I'm not sure, but we have five bedrooms." He whistled again. "You have your own room?" "Yeah, that's where we're going to do it." He giggled, suddenly not like a fifteen year old, and he breathed "Yeah!" As we entered from the back into the kitchen, I asked if he would like some refreshment. "You got coffee? I usually have four cups a day and I'm in withdrawal now." "Sure, I see it hasn't stunted your growth." "Naw, or my prick growth either, you'll see." Wow, he was sure comfortable talking about this stuff. We had one of those new quick coffee makers that use those little plastic cups filled with the grounds. In a few minutes he had a hot cup in his hand and sipped happily. I loved watching his lips sip and his tongue moving. He saw me watching him. "What?" "Nothing, but you are a the best coffee drinker I every saw." "You kinda like me dontcha?" "Y-e-e-s," I said slowly, my face getting hot and red. "That's okay squirt, I like you even more." He put down the coffee cup and came over to me and put his muscular arms around my neck and pressed his warm lips on mine. I moaned into the kiss as my head whirled. Now like this, I could really get a whiff of his manly odor. I wish I could bottle it and rub it all over me. "Enough ooly drooly stuff. Let's get to the main event," he said putting his empty coffee cup on the counter. "Follow me," I said and turned and headed the to the front foyer and on up the curving staircase. On the way up, he put his put fifteen year old hand on my backside and kept it there all the way up the stairs. He gave his estimation of the excellence of my ass. "It's cute and soft. I can't wait to see it without the denim covering it." All this unaccustomed talk about my ass and making it the subject of conversation and attention made my ass vibrate and something strange around my asshole was happening. I had read about kids in juvy getting raped and I hoped he wasn't like that. I suddenly realized that I didn't really know him well and he was sort of I hate to say this from the other side of the tracks. "That's my room here," I said, breaking away from his troubling hot hand. He stepped in. "This is paradise. If I had a room like this I'd never leave. You got everything, all those games stacked in the corner, a 42 inch TV, a king size bed," and looking into the open walk in closet, "There must be enough clothes to outfit you for life." He looked down at his jeans. They were a little raggy but I always thought they were sexy. "I got two pair, one for Church, one for school." He didn't say that sadly, just matter of fact. I wanted to get off that depressing subject so I came close to him. "Tell me more about my backside." He threw back his head and gave one of his prolonged laugh. It was so sexual. His smooth neck with his Adam's apply was exposed and I could see right to the back of his open mouth, even his tongue curled up. "Okay, let's see it in the flesh." "You mean lower my pants?" "No, take them off, like I am doing." In a moment he had kicked off his untied sneakers and was wiggling out of his jean. Hey, no sock, and no underwear. My mouth was dry and I was huffing in excitement. As his naked lower body was exposed, I was amazed. It looked like the body of a grown man, I mean he had hair on his flat belly and the prick area was covered with a thick growth from hip to hip and below, a man-sized penis hung and big ball sac. I was impressed, but cowed and worried. Meanwhile I got my shoes, pants and briefs off. He looked at me, his eyes glowing in a sort of scary way. "S-o-o-o cute," he breathed out softly. "It's small but perfect. A beauty. Turn around." I turned, feeling like a runway model. I heard him gasp as my thirteen-year old backside came into view. "Wow you look just like a girl. It's so soft and smooth, and kinda big and soft." "Can I turn around?" I asked, feeling really naked. "Wait, let me touch it." The next few minutes were exquisitely wonderful and scary. He rubbed my ass cheeks, patted them, passed his rough jock hand up and down the crack between the cheeks. His attentions were so exciting, I had to hold on to the bureau to keep from falling down in excitement. Then he dropped his hand and said roughly, "Okay Mikey (Mikey? What's that about?) shag me." Frankly I don't know exactly what it "shag" but he thrust his erect penis forward and took my hand and put it right on it. I had never touched, hardly even saw, another penis, but his was big and thick and he was not circumcised and as I gingerly moved the flesh on his pole, the cover moved backward and the moist pink head emerged. I could smell him. It was spicy and wonderful. He grunted. "That's the way. You're doing good. Do it the way you do yourself." I continued, he was sagging against me. I kissed his forehead that was sweaty from my working on his prick, I guess. He murmured sexily and reached for my nubbin. He passed his thumb over the head. I was already making slime. A few weeks ago I had my first wet cum. We stroked each other until he suddenly said, "I'm getting close, you got tissues?" Actually they were within reach, on top of the dresser I was half leaning against and I grabbed two for him and two for me. He put his under his cock head and told me to go faster. I held my tissues in my other hand. I sort of got in back of him and grasped his cock and began a real hand job. He reached around behind him and awkwardly grasped my cock. I got the tissue ready, I was already starting to move my hips. That always happened before I spew. I heard him gasp and moan loudly. "Here it comes." He didn't move his hips like I did but he locked his body and his cock began hosing out long streams of cum. The tissues couldn't hold it but I caught most in my cupped hand. He finished cumming, but his eyes were closed and he was swaying weakly. "Whew," he said. "That was a good one." Then, looking at my shrinking cock and soaked tissue, he asked, "You?" "Yeah it was fine. You want another cup of coffee?" End Part One