Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 21:35:11 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Roddy's Magic Inch, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends

I heard the rustle of Roddy's pants sliding up his long, slightly hairy
legs.  I peeked out of my slitted eyes.  He caught me, but looked away.  I
pretended to sleep.  I think we were both embarrassed, not so much from
being naked, but from expressing so much passion.  Most of all, I think he
was really worried that he kissed me.  That was the same as saying that he
was gay.

Today is Saturday.  No school.  Normally we would have hung out, but I did
hear from him and I called his cell, but no answer.  I spent the weekend a
little worried that we might no longer be friends.

I shouldn't have worried.  The next day in home room he passed me a note:
'Walk home with me, I want to show you something.'  I smiled happily at him
and gave him a vigorous thumbs up.

After school, on the walk to his place, he kept throwing his arm around my
should and pressing his hip against mine.  It was getting me hard.  When he
talked, he talked toward my ear and the rush of air and his deep voice was
almost getting me into a heavy sexy mood.

I started up the path to the front door.  "No go to the garage.  I want to
show you something."

He rolled up the heavy door, and then lowered it.  This old garage had no
light, except for that coming through the window.  "Come here," he said in
a coaxing voice, like he might use on a girl, trying to soften her up.  But
I did drop my back pack and moved up closer to him.  He put both arms
around my neck and drew me close.  I watched his face and saw his full lips
forming a kiss look.  He moved so close my eyes crossed and I gasped as he
lips pushed firming onto mine.

He didn't just stay still.  He moved them around against mine.  I was as
dizzy as the time I went sailing with my dad and the boat was rocking
crazy.  I opened my lips.  I don't know why.  He made a small sound and his
hot tongue entered me like a sex organ entering my ass.  I met it.  Now we
were both breathing harshly and rubbing tongues as if we had been born to
do it.

Finally he broke away.  We faced each other, still racking our breath and
staring with wonder and fear at what a pitch we had reached.  "Sit down on
that box," he said, half pushing me down.  He stood in front of me and said
in a voice I had never heard before.  It was a combination of ordering me
and begging me.

He dropped his pants.  No underwear and his long fat penis was bobbing up
and down and the same droplets of boy dew were on the tip as before.  The
smell was overpowering and goose flesh was running up and down my back.

"You like it!"

Not a question, a demand.

"It's great.  It's hot and it felt good that time."

"Then kiss it."

"What?"

He grabbed the back of my neck in a vice like grip and impelled me forward
until his cock head was a half inch from my lips.  He waited patiently and
confidently that I would succumb.

With a sob of defeat I closed the little space and formed my lips like a
trumpet player and placed a long kiss on the red, wet head.  He pulled in
his breath and said, "Yeah, you're making me feel so good.  You want me to
feel good, huh?"

I nodded, still with my lips on his cock head.

"Stick out your tongue.  Lick it.  Come on!  Do it now!"

I resisted.  In fact I moved away and clamped my lips tightly shut.

"You fucking baby," he said angrily.  "You're in position and you going' to
give in and lick that lollipop like a good boy, or I am finished with you,
forever.  There are a few kid at Central who would just love to be where
you are right now."

That convinced me.  I shut my eyes and closed off my brain and took that
long hot organ into my mouth.  Suddenly my eyes opened.  It didn't feel
bad, or wrong.  I opened my mouth further and let the leviathan into my
steaming craw.  My mouth was watering.  I heard myself humming in pleasure.
I iicked it.  I sucked it.  I began jerking Rod off with my mouth.

"Good boy," he said hoarsely.  "You like this blow job stuff.  Keep it up.
I won't take long to spill a load."

Somewhere in the back of my brain I longed to taste his stuff.  I doubled
my efforts and let the head go way back.  He moaned louder.  He must like
that.  Then he put his big hands on the side of my head, over my ears,
blocking out all sound and began humping my mouth rapidly.  He was bawling
like a new born calf as he went for his release.  I was just a plumbing
fixture for his pleasure

Then it happened.  He squawked like a chicken and delivered the goods, must
have been a quart and a half of sweet warm cum.  I swallowed it all.  When
he was finished and immediately beginning to soften, I continued to suck,
crazily wanting more.  He pushed my shoulders to free himself.

"Bobby, when I finish cuming I can abide getting touched."

His push had sent me over the packing case and I lay sprawled on my back.
During the time I was sucking him, I had lowered my pants and underwear and
now my penis was exposed, hard and jumping.

"Bobby, you need to pull up your pants now and we have to look normal to go
into my house for soda and cookies."

I asked plaintively.  "Don't you want to help me."

He patted me on the head, "maybe later".

But later he did nothing and when I tried to get sexy with him, he pushed
me away.  In fact, for the next week he was acting kind of distant from me,
except for once, when he told me that he was feeling horny and if I wanted,
I could blow him.

I thought our heavy, more than friendship, was ending.  Then on the
following Friday, he told me that his mother suggested that I sleep over.
"You mean I"m invited."

"Sure," he said, then waggled his eyebrows in a silly suggestion of
something hot to happen.

End Part Two