Date: Thu, 11 May 2023 10:44:18 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robby falls asleep (young friends)

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My name is Lucas, and this story is about me and my new best friend,
Robby. I'm nine, and I'm in the 4th grade. I don't have many friends; I
don't know why. I'm not shy or anything; other kids talk to me, so I am
not a complete loner. I think I just like to keep to myself mostly.
My teacher is Mrs Brooks, and she is okay. One day, Mrs Brooks welcomed a
new boy named Robby to our class. He joined our school during the middle
of the year, and when Mrs Brooks saw he was wearing the same t-shirt as
me, she matched us together. Robby was like no other boy I had seen
before. I'd always thought I would eventually find a girl I liked, but
none ever interested me. Robby, on the other hand, man. I couldn't take
my eyes off him from the moment he walked in.

Robby is nine, like me, and is so cool. He has brown hair like me too,
but his parents let him bleach it blonde. He had these tiny hairs on his
arms and the back of his neck, which I couldn't stop looking at because
he was so cute. I mean, he looks good. Cute is a thing you call girls. We
quickly found out we wore similar clothes and liked many of the same
things, like video games and baseball. I showed him around school that
first day, and from then we hung out daily in class and during lunch. We
were like brothers who had never met, even though we had barely known
each other for a week.

"Hey, want to come to my house this weekend?" He offered me out of the
blue one day. "You could sleep over if you want?"

"Heck yeah!" I replied excitedly. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Bring your sleeping bag. I just need to ask my dad first. You should ask
your parents too."

"Yeah, I better. We can stay up all night!"

"Hehe, if you want!"

I figured his dad would be okay with it; he was probably as cool as him!
Luckily, my parents said yes, too; they seemed happy that I was finally
making a new friend. Friday couldn't come soon enough! I hooted for joy
when they said I could go; I couldn't wait!

For the rest of the week, Robby and I talked about everything we would do
when we got to his house. We could even play on his computer till
midnight! We planned it all out, from pretending to go to bed at his
regular time to getting up again and playing in the dark so his dad
wouldn't know. Robby seemed to think his dad wouldn't mind if we stayed
up late, but I said getting away with it was half the fun!

--

I went to his place Friday night straight after school. Like every other
time I went to a new home, his house smelled different for some reason.
My house didn't smell like anything, but everyone else's house always
smelled weird to me. I didn't have much time to think about it, though,
as soon after knocking, his dad came to greet me.

"You must be Lucas," His dad said, shaking my hand hard and smiling at
me. "I've learned lots about you."

"Good things, I hope, sir!" I replied, wincing at his firm grip.

"Haha, mostly. And no need to call me Sir. Call me Leo."

"Oh! Well, thanks for letting me stay the night, Leo."

"It was Robby's idea, but I let him do what he wants, don't I, boy?"

"Yes, Papa," he replied cheerfully, running up behind.

Leo ordered pizza and Coke for dinner. We had to pray before we ate,
something else I had never done before. Robby said it, and I sneakily
opened an eye to see if his eyes were shut. My family isn't religious,
but I still said amen at the end to be polite.

"Okay, boys, this pizza is all yours; I have mine in my bedroom. If you
need to find me for anything, Lucas, my room is at the end of the hall.
You two run along and enjoy one another's company. Bedtime is at 9
o'clock."

I looked at Robby cheekily. There was no way we were going to go to sleep
that early! Leo left us to our own devices and the pizza. We finished it
in no time, and then Robby showed me his room and where I would sleep
next to him. He had his computer in his room, a desk, and even a TV! He
was so lucky to get everything he wanted, and I was quickly learning that
I was lucky to be his friend. We played video games for ages; his
computer was way newer and faster than mine. Our legs swung back and
forth as we battled various demons, jabbing each other for each win and
loss. The clock raced around, and it was nearing 9 o'clock before we knew
it.

"I'm going to go get into bed," Robby suddenly announced.

"What? But it's only nine!" I whined. I was tired but wanted to stay up
as we had planned.

"We don't have to go to sleep yet; I just want to get warm and comfy. We
can still talk and stuff."

I grudgingly agreed, and we started getting ready. The computer screen
was beginning to hurt my eyes anyway, and my sleeping bag did sound
inviting.

"I'm so glad you're my friend, Lucas," Robby said as he started changing
into his pyjamas.

"And I'm happy you're mine!" I agreed. I hadn't brought any bedclothes,
figuring I would get changed when I got home. "Did you have many friends
at your old school?" I asked.

"Um, sort of. I went to a religious school, but most of my friends were
adults."

I looked away when he got down to his undies because I didn't want him to
think I wanted to see him get undressed and think I was weird.

"Did you have any sleepovers like this with them?" I asked as he climbed
into bed.

"Not really. Father Kevin was my best friend, but he was a man. I had
some other friends, but even they were mostly teenagers. We never hung
out like this."

"Oh, okay. I have never done anything like this either."

We talked back and forth as 9 pm approached. Robby already sounded
drowsy, and his head had barely hit the pillow. When he spoke, it sounded
like he was slurring, and it took a bit longer each time before he would
answer.

"What was Father Kevin like?" I asked, trying to keep him awake. "Your
best friend?"

"I dunno... We did some fun things, but it was mostly church stuff."

"Oh, cool. What sorts of things?"

"I don't really want to say..."

"Please?" I asked, getting up to my elbow, but I didn't get a reply this
time.

I looked over at him. He was on his side, his head on the pillow, his
eyes closed. He was breathing, but it looked like he had already fallen
asleep! He wasn't even under the covers, so it looked like he was just
lying there.

"Robby! Hey Robby!" I said a little louder. Nothing. He had fallen asleep
so fast, and the clock had only ticked past 9. "Robby!" I called a third
time.

Growing concerned, I pulled myself back out of bed and checked on him. It
seemed strange how quickly and easily he went quiet. I turned the bedroom
light on, but he didn't even blink. I went to his bed and shook his
shoulder, but he didn't respond at all. He was breathing because I could
hear it, and his chest was going up and down. His eyes were closed, but
he wasn't waking up. I called his name again loudly and beside his ear,
but he didn't flinch! I was worried something might be wrong, so I rushed
to find his dad.

"Mr Leo! Something is wrong with Robby!" I told him in a panic. "He won't
wake up!"

Despite my desperation, he didn't seem as worried. He just checked his
watch and chuckled. "It's after nine now, Lucas. Robby always goes to bed
at this time."

"But he won't wake up!"

"Oh! I thought he would have told you. Ever since Robby was little, he
has been like this. He always falls asleep at this time, like clockwork.
You won't likely be able to wake him until 6 am. I'm afraid."

"But we were going to do stuff! We planned it all out!"

"Sorry, buddy, not much I can do about it. If you want to stay up, I
won't stop you. Feel free to use his computer if you want; otherwise, you
two can play some more tomorrow."

Defeated, I slowly wandered back to Robby's bedroom. I didn't want to
play on his computer alone; I wanted my friend. I looked at him from his
bedroom doorway, and he had barely moved. I walked up closer; it was hard
to believe he could fall asleep so quickly like that. I poked a finger at
his cheek, letting it push into his soft skin like a little dimple. His
skin felt so soft and warm.

"Robby is a butthead," I said, trying to get a response. Why did he have
to fall asleep like this?

I moved my finger to his lips. "Blblblblbl" Still nothing. I was pissed
off. We were going to have so much tonight, and now it was all ruined. I
wasn't tired anymore; I was annoyed.

I slipped my hand inside his pyjama top and tickled his bare tummy flesh.
I had never touched someone like this before, but I figured if this
didn't do the trick, then nothing would. I got almost aggressive with my
frustration, digging my fingers in with all my might. I felt my fingertip
nudge against one of his nipples, and, realising I shouldn't have touched
him there, I pulled back. I looked at his face. Still nothing.

"Why'd you have to go and do this, Robby?" I sighed.

Robby suddenly took a deeper breath than usual, shifting his hands
slightly but remaining in the same spot. I looked across the rest of him,
his pyjamas covering his modesty. Do I dare? Robby seemed so cute and
vulnerable lying there. I was definitely growing a crush on him. He was
so cute; any girl would be lucky to have him. My peter stiffened at the
thoughts running through my head. If I could feel his nipple without him
waking, what else could I do? I liked Robby a lot and now was my chance
to touch him wherever I wanted.

I swallowed hard and glanced at his pyjama bottoms. Maybe I could just
take a little look at it. I'd seen all the other boys in my class from
swimming and playing sports during the year, but I had yet to see
Robby's. I could quickly see what his one looked like; he would never
know.

I gulped again and reached my hand towards his waistband. I pinched the
elastic carefully and pulled his bottoms down. His pyjamas and undies
lowered easily, more and more of his pale bare skin uncovered until I
could see the root of his dick. I kept dropping his clothes more and more
until I could see he had one of those foreskin things covering his tip. A
fragrant lemony smell wafted up from his dick, a sweet pee-like smell
which tingled my nose. His foreskin was bunched up together, making the
end of it look like a tiny mouth. It was about the same size as mine, his
little balls resting beneath. This is Robby's penis, I thought to myself,
mesmerised by it. I checked his face to ensure he was still asleep before
letting the elastic of the waistband snap back into place.

I'd seen it. Robby's dick, I mean. I would probably have seen it
eventually, but I'd looked at it without his permission. I felt
triumphant knowing that I had seen his one and he hadn't seen mine, but I
also felt a little guilty at the same time. I wanted to see his again. So
far, I'd only looked at it by pulling his clothes aside, but now I wanted
to touch it. I'd never had the opportunity to touch any other boy's
wiener before.

After checking that Robby was still asleep, I pulled his bottoms down
again, pulling them down his legs a bit further this time. I felt
naughty, but this was becoming fun. With a final glance to see his eyes
were still shut, I gently took the sausage part of his penis in my hand.

His penis was warm and soft, and squishy. The silky skin around it moved
freely, except for the firmer part in the middle. I drew his foreskin
back slightly, exposing the pink bit just enough to see the little line
of his pee hole. Wow. I was getting to see everything.

Suddenly, Robby moved for the first time. I immediately pulled my hand
off him, but not quick enough to pull his bottoms back up. He had turned
over onto his stomach, completely hiding his dick from me.

"Robby, your pants have fallen down," I chuckled as I looked at the first
two inches of his bum.

Even though he had turned onto his front, he still hadn't woken up. I
couldn't touch his dick any more, but now his butt was a new thing to
explore. I carefully tugged his bottoms until his whole butt was exposed.
Whoa. His creamy-curved ass bulged up, his cheeks like soft pillows of
grabbable skin. His cheeks were pale white, dipping into his crack, where
I knew his butthole must be. He must have one. I've seen many other boys'
dicks at school but never seen anyone else's butthole. I'd seen mine
plenty of times and even looked at my hole in the mirror a few times when
I secretly pulled my butt apart to check it out. Now I wanted to see his.

I pressed my hands into the soft marshmallow mounds of his butt, my dick
harder than it had ever been before. I pried his cheeks open, using my
thumbs to look at his crinkled pink knot. Tiny folds of skin swirled
inward to an impossibly small slit. It was clean and private, with light
blemishes around its rim. That was Robby's butthole. He was a boy I had
barely met, and now I was staring at his hole.

I lowered my face towards it, daring to see if I could see more. I was
only a few inches away now, my dick tingling with excitement at what I
was doing. I stared as if hypnotised by his pucker. My dick was as hard
as a diamond as I looked, a sudden pressure building in my balls that I
had never felt before; the sudden urge to pee overwhelmed me, leaving me
no choice but to go.

I raced to the bathroom, leaving Robby behind, but when I got there,
nothing came out. The urge to pee had gone as if it had never happened,
but I felt a little dizzy. A good dizzy. It had just felt like I was
about to pee myself; my dick had felt like it was on fire. I checked my
undies, and I hadn't wet myself or anything. My dick had gone soft again,
and I started feeling terrible for what I had been doing to my friend. I
quietly returned to his bedroom and got into my bed this time. I realised
I shouldn't have done what I did to him, but at least he'd never find
out.

--

I woke up early the following day and turned to see Robby still fast
asleep. As he breathed, I watched his body rise and fall, his bum still
peeking out of his pyjamas. I wrestled with my brain, still curious about
his body but knowing I shouldn't. The guilt of what I had done had faded,
but this could be my last and only chance to look at him again. I slowly
pulled myself out of bed and returned to his bedside. He was still flat
on his tummy, and his arms splayed on his pillow.

Feeling bold again, I put my hands back on his soft bum cheeks, pulling
them apart to see his hole again. I crouched low until my face was almost
in the dip of his butt.

"Why are you getting so close to my butt?" Robby asked out of nowhere.

Oh crap! I had been caught red-handed.

"I was uh... you were sleeping... " I stammered, trying to come up with
an excuse.

"Yeah, I'm a pretty deep sleeper. Why are you touching my butt?"

My hands were still on him! I wrenched away from him. "I um... wanted to
see..." I wanted to die.

I was going to be in deep trouble. I wracked my brain, trying to come up
with a reason, but I couldn't come up with anything. I could say that his
bottoms worked their way down overnight, but that didn't explain why my
hands were on him or why my face was so close to his private place. I
wanted to cry. He would hate me, and then the whole school would probably
find out. "I'm... I'm sorry, Robby,"

"What for?" Robby asked. "What happened?"

"For the stuff I did... For touching you in your sleep. I just wanted to
look, but I went too way too far." I started to cry.

"Oh, is that all? I don't care if you want to look at me."

"But I touched you too..." I sobbed. "I touched your dick and
everything."

"Don't cry, Lucas. I don't mind. Father Kevin and me used to do that sort
of thing all the time. Go on, you can touch me."

"R...really?"

Robby grinned at me, then still on his front, lifted himself on his
elbows and invited me to look at his bum more. For all my worrying, I now
had an open invitation to look. I returned to his tiny pucker lowering my
face right into his fragrant valley. I took a tentative sniff at his
dirty place, hearing Robby giggle as I sniffed again, his hole winking
back at me.

"Do you like my butt?" Robby asked.

"Yeah. Can I see your wiener too?" I hoped.

"Sure!" Robby replied, getting up and twisting onto his back. I gasped
when I saw it again, bigger now, his 3 inches of pink pickle sticking up
hard and proud. Robby wiggled around and pushed his bottoms right off,
spreading his legs wide open so I could see his balls and everything.

I reached up and took his stiffie in my fist, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Robby moaned and gave me a shy smile in return.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yeah! We're both the same, right?"

 "You're such a cool friend, Robby," I said, unsheathing his foreskin so
his glans came out. I adjusted to get closer to his boyhood and his
balls, feeling the marble-sized orbs floating around inside his pale pink
sack.

Robby placed his hands behind his head as I continued to grope him. "I
used to do this all the time at my old school," he said. "My friends
would get naked too."

"I don't know if I want to do that..."

"That's all right. You can just play with me if you want."

His penis was completely hard now, his pink helmet poking out of his
foreskin like an arrowhead. The skin had become tight and looked shiny,
like it was wet.

I was falling for him. I knew from sex-ed at school that I was meant to
like girls, but it was Robby who got me excited. A little devil on my
shoulder wanted more now that I knew I could do what I wanted. Plans
began to hatch in my head of what I could do to him, what I wanted to
try. Things that would have to wait for the next time I slept over.

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