Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2012 17:20:05 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "The Cutest Kid in Westley HS, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends ===The author, his family, society and the management ask that you leave if you are under eighteen years of age. We all thank you. Dick Watson was the handsomest boy in school, maybe the whole world, and he didn't even seem to notice it. I sure did. He was taller than the other kids is age of fifteen, slim, curly blond, killer blue eyes and I have to whisper hung. It seemed almost unfair that this paragon was placed among us ordinary mortals just to make us, by comparison, look...well ordinary. I sure was ordinary: five feet five, no definite shade of hair or eye color, not bad looking I guess, but so forgettable that I could do the perfect crime and no one would be able to remember what I looked like. I was generally horny, but specially so toward Dick. (Hey that sounds funny.) Yeah I was attracted to dick (with a small "d") and had two guys in school who could be had for a blow job if I just nodded. Now they were not like gorgeous at all, but they had wet hot mouths and I needed that...often. Not once did they refuse when I just raised an eyebrow as a signal. Dick Watson was another matter. If he was in front of me in line I had to use all my self control not to stare at his slightly protruding, perky ass. I tried not to inhale his spicy, slightly sweaty, teenage male smell. My prick was totally out of control when I was near him and my pants were usually puffing out obscenely. He never noticed, he was above all that, but today, he did speak to me directly for the first time. What a voice: deep, buzz and hot. "Howya down', Billy." My heart jumped out of my chest and fell on the floor. At least it felt that way. He knew my name! He spoke to me! But a moment later the thrill diminished as Greg's, baseball teammate grasped him on the shoulder and begin talking about yesterday's game. To paraphrase Shakespeare, "Oh were I a glove on that hand that I might clasp that smooth muscular shoulder." The next day I saw Dick standing at the foot of the school steps straddling a gold scouter. I already heard that his rich father gave it to him as a graduation present. As the weeks went by I would see Dick, shirt off, polishing it and removing dust that might have landed on it during school hours. He was wearing out the paint on that chariot. You could see that he loved it. It was so cute, especially with the display of muscles as he polished and his back gleaming in the sun. Oops, stiff again! I only had that one greeting to cherish until the accident. Dick, sober too, hit a tree. It was said that he was flirting with a girl at the crossroads, at the time. I heard he was pretty smashed up. The scouter was totaled. In home room they passed around a get well car for all of us to sign but Wally, he sat next to me, said "He won't likely recover and if he does, he'll look like Frankenstein." I think he meant the monster but school kids are famously inaccurate. It was as if they turned off the lights at school. I really missed him, my cock did too, but I had an idea. I decided to visit him at the hospital. He was now out of intensive care. Wilson General was the new hospital in town and it was more like a motel. I found out his room and waited outside screwing up my courage. The door was open and I could see him on the raised bed. He had a lot of tubes and pipes attached to him and there was a steady beeping of some kind of monitor. I went in. "Hi Dick." He opened one eye, the one least swollen that was visible through a separation in the bandages. "Who's that?, is said in his still sexy voice. "Billy." "Oh yeah, I remember you. You're the kid that keeps staring at me." "I'm sorry, you, you just look so good." "Did. When they take off these wrappings, I'll be able to haunt houses." "You'll always look good to me," I said and let out a little sob. What a wimp I am. I held out the Salt Water Taffy I brought. I had heard that he liked it, but he grunted when he saw it. "No taffy for me, my teeth are wired." Well to shorten this tale, I visited him every day after school. We got to be good friends and I beat him at chess every time. The other kids from school, he told me, were too scared to look at him and he really appreciated my visits. He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. Gradually the doctors reduced the coverage of his bandages and now I could see the repairing, the stitching. It wasn't pretty. His teeth wiring was now out. Looking at him objectively I'd say he was no longer a very handsome boy. He looked like any Tom, Dick or Harry. Of course he was a Dick. Last Friday he asked me to shut the light over his bed and push his table away. His neck seemed blushing as he said, "I think you are a little gay." He waited for me to respond. "Well, I love getting blow jobs. Does that make me gay?" "I'm not sure about that. Have you ever sucked a cock?" "No. Why? Are you asking me to do it, to you?" In response, he pushed down his covers and I could see him very long and thick cock lying across his six pack, pulsing slightly. "I'm going nuts here. No relief. It's actually beginning to hurt." "This is a job for the dick doctor," I said and leaned down toward that tower of shaking cock and breathed on it." "Close the door," he croaking. I returned to the bed and noticed that he had a slight superior smile on the lower unbandaged part of his face. Uh oh, he might not be trustworthy and I might be making a move I might later regret. He saw my hesitation and must have decided to take a risk. "If you have second thoughts, just forget it. I'll rub one off, or maybe you could do it for me." I came close, lowered my head and smelled his crotch...ambrosia! He saw me weakening and he pushed my head down on his dick. "Open your mouth and get a nice present." he whispered hotly. I did and he popped into my open mouth. He let out a heavy moan and began stroking my hair with a steady rhythm. As I proceeded to copy the method used by my two suckers, he went into a full steady moan and continued to stroke my hair harder and harder. Somehow my hair became a stand-in for my prick and I got hard and dripping and hard to clench my ass to keep from shooting. Dick was no slow cumer. Soon he began to thrust and he began hitting my head with the flat of his hand. I don't know if I was secretly a pain lover but that gesture threw me over the edge and I was soon soaking my pants with spurge. He knew I had gone over the edge and with a shout he joined me, filling my mouth with his sweet milk. When we both recovered, he said, "Aren't you going to thank me for my present?" Now that was harsh. I was a bit hurt, but I said goodbye nicely and headed home. End Part One