Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:37:31 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "New Boy in School, Chapter Five" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "New Boy in School, Part Five" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends The midterm exams kept the three busy with studying and worrying. Eric was also involves in the interschool sport season. He seemed to be able to easily ace both activities with no problem. "What a guy!" said Sally. There was a short school vacation coming up and Eric asks Billy if he would like to spend it at Billy's house. "We got a pool and some other stuff you'd like." Billy was flattered that this somewhat private and aloof boy was warming to him. Eric looked troubled when he said, "Don't mention this to Sally. I don't think he'd fit in. My folks are very prejudiced, I hate to say." Sally asked several times what their plans were but they changed the subject enough times so that he stopped asking. "How are we going to get there?" He knew that house was in Connecticut as was the school, but he didn't know about bus service and such. "We're being picked up here at school. Don't worry, I've got everything covered." When the day came to start the vacation, Billy packed a small bag and joined Eric on the steps of the school to await the pickup. A shiny, long, black town car came into view. "That's us." He strode over to the car as it stopped at the foot of the steps. A gray haired, uniformed chauffeur jumped out and came around and grabbed both boys' bags. "Hey Steve, how's it going." "Everything is good. Your Mother and Father are anxious to see you and meet your friend here." "He's Billy." Billy reached out to shake hands but the drive saluted him instead. This seemed to signal the amazing events that would occur these three days. Billy snuggled into the soft leather seats and dozed a bit. He jumped when Eric asked him if he wanted a soft drink. "There's a few kinds of drink in front of you in a refrigerated panel." "Sure, why not go all the way," Billy said. After the drinks were poured, the boys drank them and Billy heard Eric telling him to look out of the window. "We're here." Billy looked, but there was no house in sight, only a double width wrought iron gate that was not slowly opening. There was a small gate house on the drivers side with a old guy inside. They were waved on. "A gated community," Billy said, under his breath. Eric laughed and mussed up Billy's hair. "No it's our gate. The house is ahead." They drove a quarter of a mile along and tree lined drive and ahead loomed a two story, half block long, brick house. It looked like a town hall, or a motel to Billy. "That's yours?" "Yep, and we have an apartment in New York City and a house in Bermuda. My Dad's filthy rich." "What does he do?" "He sort of buys and sells businesses. I only have a vague idea. Now I must tell you that the beautiful young woman is his wife, not my mother. My Mom died about five years ago." They entered the mansion and stopped in the marble foyer. The driver was behind them with their bags. From a book lined room on the left a big fat man with red face and red velvet smoking jacket to match burst in and took Eric in a wrestling hold. "Son, I'm proud of you. I just heard from the school. They like you and you got pretty good marks. After four different schools, this is good news indeed." Billy noticed that Eric's father had an English accent. Turning to Eric, he boomed, "So this is your chum. His much shorter than you. Is he your age?" "Yes Dad, he plans to get bigger." "Well, Gad, whatever his size, he's welcome here. You chaps take it easy, dinner is in an hour. No need to dress on your first night. You'll meet Pam at cocktails." Billy was dazed by the curving staircase and the portraits lining the walls. He asked if they were Eric's ancestors. "Naw, Dad just picked pictures he liked. I do think the guy with the blond hair looks a bit like he could be my grandfather, you think?" Eric stopped at one door in the upstairs hall. "There's four guest rooms, but I planned for us to bunk together. There are two king size beds in there. Is that okay?" "You bet, I'm so used to sleeping with a bunch that if I got my own room, I probably couldn't sleep." They headed downstairs at six. On the way Eric explained that he and Billy, of course, would be offered real cocktails. "It's okay to drink in this house. Dad feels it's good practice." Eric's portly father was dressed in a dinner jacket and his gorgeous step mother was in a slinky outfit. She was very attentive to Billy, stroking her hairless cheek and complimenting his rosebud mouth. Cocktails were offered. "Manhattan, Scotch and Soda, Martini, Steven can make anything." 'Steven' was Steve the Chauffeur, now acting as a Butler dressed in evening clothes. Eric requested a gin and tonic and Billy ordered a dry Martini because he had heard of it in the James Bond Movie. They finished their drink and went into dinner. The table was set with only a cold repast and Pamela explained that they were all busy that day and this was the best that could be rustled up. Nevertheless, Billy was impressed with the caviar, rare cheeses and delicious black bread from Sweden. Then the great desserts! Apply pie, chocolate mousse and he was pleased that Steven put another cocktail at his place. Later, after listening to an opera recording for the first time (he thought it was too long and loud) Eric knew it was okay to take their leave. Going upstairs, the boys realized that the drinks were still hitting them and they suppressed the urge to giggle loudly as they took two steps at a time. Back in Eric's room, they both became quiet. This was a tense time; the undressing moment and the tension over what sex might occur. As Eric took off his shirt, exposing his smooth, gleaming young muscles. His beauty made it difficult for Billy to swallow. Even Eric, himself, was conscious of the effect. He cleared his throat a few times. "We don't have to do stuff....if you don't want to." "I know." Both boys were almost nude. Billy sat on his bed pulling off his shoes and socks. Eric stood near him, now totally bare. "Why you looking at my backside? It makes me feel funny." "I never noticed how great it is, so sexy, the way each cheek flares out in an arc." As he spoke these words, Eric's face flamed. "Don't look and talk about my ass." "Why? It's the best ass in the Western Hemisphere." Eric's breathing quickened and his slim, long penis began to rise, inch by inch, elongating and finally ending up tight against his stomach, then answering, with difficulty, he said, "When I wank, I you know..." "No I don't know," said Billy now moving knees so that they were touching Eric's thigh." They were still, but their hearts were racing and they were almost gulping air. "I use my finger to play with it. It makes me hotter." Billy smiled, pleased that he had been given a key to turn on his friend. He touched one firm cheek. Eric gasped and his cock lurched. "You want me to do more?" "Touch the ass ring," Eric husked. It was easy to find Eric's hairless pucker because his muscular ass cheek were so firm that the secret space between them was open to see. As soon as the tip of Billy's finger touched the anus, Eric pushed it away. "Oh man, that's just too hot." He faced Billy, has face creased with worry. "I don't want this to go further. I know in a moment I'll be pleading to be fucked and I could never do it and live with myself." Billy was almost sobbing with frustration. "Eric, my dick is so stiff it harts. I am dying to slip in into your ass. Can't you let me?" Eric put his arms around the smaller, softer boy and his lips against Billy's ear he whispered. "I know how hard it is when you get really needy. I'll do anything with you except for that." He moved back and looked earnestly as his sweet friend. Billy sensed that for the first time in their relationship that he had the upper hand. His expression was a bit crafty when he said, "Okay, if I can't corn hole you then you have to suck me off." "Are you kidding? I've never done that. You know Sally did me, but that's different. I don't think I'm gay and...." "You're just a gay as all of us. Either get on your bed with your ass in the air, or get on your knees and suck me." Eric stared at Billy with this new commanding manner. He found it comforting that he didn't have to think about obeying, that he could rationalize that he had no other alternative. Billy's hand was on Eric's bare shoulder and he was about to exert pressure to push him down when he realized that Eric was sinking to his knees. Looking down at him Billy almost felt pity because Eric looked like he was about to take some bitter tasting medicine. Billy's generous prick was bobbing in front of Eric's mouth. He stuck out his tongue and liked the head quickly. He recoiled with the shock of suddenly realizing what he was doing but there had been two large dew drops of pre cum on Billy's cock and they were now in Eric's mouth. They acted like a magic elixir and shut down his resistence. Willingly he returned to the hot prick and swiped his big tongue around the head again. Billy gulped with the overwhelming sensation of his friend's surrender. Then to his amazement he realized that Eric was humming slightly as he continued to lavish lashings on the young prick. Billy put his hand on the shaggy blond hair on the back of Eric's neck and groaned out, "Now do it. Get your lips around it and suck." Eric's hot lips formed around Billy's cock head and he sucked lightly. He felt Billy insolently pushing his forward and he succumbed. About a third of the shaft was in his mouth and his saliva was spilling over it and dripping down his chin. He sucked lovingly and enjoyed it himself. It was no task; it was delicious. He began to dream about the fragrant milk that was in Billy's hairless, full balls. He yearned for it. He steeled himself to take more of the boy's shaft into his mouth and he opened his mouth and throat and miraculously the monster stippled down. Billy had never had anyone take his organ deeply. He was singing with mad excitement as his body felt chills up and down. Soon Eric lost all sense of propriety. He had to get that prize, that jim. He swallowed. His throat muscles were opening and closing around Billy's penis. The sensation was driving him over the hill to his cum. Even if he could, he didn't want to stop that great rolling feeling overtaking him. Eric felt Billy's cock getting longer and stiffer and he knew what that meant from his own wacking. He redoubled his efforts and he felt Eric's hands clasping his head firming and the boy beginning to make fuck motions, his hips moving forward and back. Above him he heard Eric's strangled shout, "I'm going to fucking cum lover." Billy nodding, the prick in his mouth, signaling his friend to let loose, that he would finish the job. He felt the first hot spurt of sponge hit his tongue. He tasted it, it was all he hoped for. He stayed still and let Eric's repeat thrusts and spurts finish their journey. He held the back of Eric's knees as the blonde was sagging with the fury of his passionate ejaculation. As Billy finished with the last few puny spurts he heard Eric grunting loudly. He looked down and Eric's eyes were tightly shut and his cock was spurting onto the oriental carpet. When the vacation was over and the boys were back at school, the first night Sally was making his sex rounds. When he came to Eric's bed, he shook Eric by the shoulder and laughingly said, "How about a blow job?" To his amazement Eric moved to the edge of his bed and took the fat, blunt cock in his dripping mouth and with a combination hand job and blow job, Sally shot his load with a great shout. Some other boys heard the commotion and visited Eric. That night and succeeding nights Eric's bed became the place to go. He had become the whore of the school. One night Sally asked Eric if he was interested in a fuck. Eric vehemently said "No!" But Billy heard the question and said, "I'm working on that." Eric threw a shoe at him. End of story