Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 09:57:16 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "This Kid Keeps Touching Me,  Part One"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends

+++I looked out of my reverse puter window and I see a few illegally young,
out there.  Scram kids.  Only those sixteen or older can peek.


Here's the thing: this bigger kid in my American History class is sort of
bothering me.  I'm not sure I like it or hate it.  It makes me hot, but I'm
totally confused.  Why does he do it?  Does he know I get a stiffy over it?

The kid is Skip.  We are both fourteen, but he's almost six feet tall and
just looks like a senior.  He even has some fuzz on his face.

When class began, months ago, I overheard some girls say, "That Skip has a
cute ass."  I turned to look.  He walked with his backside sticking out, or
maybe it was just shaped to push his pants out in back.  It was sexy as
hell.

Me, I'm Robert, Bobby sometimes.  I look twelve, except for my hairless
cock that is pretty large when hard.  I'm about five feet three, baby faced
and I'm afraid not very manly looking.  My mother wanted a girl and
sometimes I'm afraid she got one.  I'm too pretty with my large blue eyes
and pretty mouth.

"You get laid this past weekend?"  Skip whispered in my ear, in that wet
way he does, as if his mouth was full of saliva.  I ignored him, worried
that Mr. Osgood, the teacher might hear us talking.

"Don't worry about Osgood, he deaf and half blind."  Then he started
blowing in my ear with a straw he had brought with him from lunch.

I tried not to, but I let out a little whimper of a sigh..

"You like that, huh," he said in his grown up sounding voice.  I still had
a high pitched boy soprano.

In spite of myself, I nodded slightly.  I heard his short satisfied laugh
behind me.  Then, everything stopped.  My hard began to go down until I
felt his bare foot rubbing my lower leg.  Shit, he had taken off his
sandals.

There were hot goose flesh rolling up and down my back and I am sure my
face was flaming red.  I was saved by the period bell, and this was the
last period of the day on Wednesday.  Without looking back, holding my
notebook over my crotch to hid e the last of my erection, I hurried out of
the room and down the stairs and out into the bright May sunlight.

I lived about a quarter of a mile from school and I always walked.  As I
put on the speed, stretching my legs and extinguishing distance I heard a
voice just behind me.  "Hey, Bobby, slow down," then in a softer voice,
"You are the hottest kid in school."

That was a compliment, especially from a jock and more mature kid.  I
turned slightly, "Thanks Skip, but I have to get home to baby sit."

"When you half turn like that, I can see your long eyelashes.  You are a
babe, no doubt."

I was getting all squishy inside from his intimate comments.  I stopped and
he stood in front of me.  I couldn't help noticing that his crotch was
poofed out.  He must have a hard..

His big football throwing hand reached out and cupped the back of my neck
as he talked to me.  Then he caressed my cheek.  To my embarrassment I
found that I was rubbing my cheek against his hand like a puppy.

"You really like it when I pet you.  You're a piggy for feel-good
feelings."

I found that my eyes were focusing on his lips.  He had a full upper lip
that curved on the ends.  His tongue came out and wiped his lips.  I almost
sagged down from the effect it had on me.

"I bet you would love for me to kiss you, maybe later, not here."

I nodded.  "I have to get home, but, but, if you want, you can come with me
and keep me company while I watch my little sister."

"Excellent.  Put her in for a nap and we'll get naked."

He laughed uproariously at his faint joke, but I, as we headed on to my
house, began to fantasize what he would look like with no clothes on,
especially that shapely protruding ass.

Although you have read stories and seen movies that show high school kids
in the showers after gym, our school had no showers and no swimming pool.
We sweated and then wiped our faces with paper towels and went to the next
class.  I had to use my imagination, check out those perky rears and catch
a glimpse of hair on some guys' legs, or underarms when they raised their
hands in class.

We reached my house now.  My Mum was waiting at the door impatiently, her
car keys in her hand.  "Baby's asleep.  Be quiet boys.  I'm leaving."

She never asked about my companion.

"Where's your bedroom?  I want to see it."

We led him up the stairs.  He touched my backside a few times going up the
stairs but I ignored it.  Once in my room he darted about checking out my
clothes closet, my posters and stuff.

"A typical boy's room," he decided, but I just want to get to know your
tastes.  Then abruptly changing the mood, something I would see many times
in the future, he said, "Let's play pretend."  He sounded like a much
younger kid when he said that, his face all lit up.

"Ok-a-a-a-y", I said slowly.  "Pretend what?"

"Pretend you were hit by a baseball and you are unconscious and I am the
doctor."  He pushed me onto my bed, on my back.  "Close your eyes!"  This
was so much like my jerk off fantasy.  I am captured by three South Sea
Island boys.  They tie me to a palm tree.  I am in lust with their tan
sweaty bodies and perky asses.  They take turns exciting my cock but I do
not come.  I can play this game for over an hour before I just have to give
in and have such a mighty ejaculation that I almost black out.

I lay there a while.  I could hear him breathing but otherwise nothing.
Then he began to speak.

"You are one good looking dude.  Fuck, those eyes, that mouth, your skin."

I liked compliments but this was almost as if he was making love to me and
I was a bit uncomfortable, still, my willful dick began to rise.

Now his voice and manner changed.  "I am the doctor.  I have to examine
you."

He began to unbutton my shirt.  "Whew, your skin is so fair and silky."  He
petted my chest and sort of rubbed my chest, hitting across my nipples.  I
guess I moaned a bit.

"I bet I could make you cum doing this," he said, almost to himself.  I
wanted to tell him that it would take a lot more than that to get me off,
but now he was pulling off my socks and runners.  "What fabulous feet.
They are just like those on that statue in the museum of the "Young Roman
Athlete."

This dominant boy was becoming a slave to my supposed looks.  Our roles
were changing.  He was almost drunk with me.

My pants were being tugged off.  "Oh, your legs, stronger than I imagined."
He rubbed my upper thighs, the back of his hand resting on the bulge in my
white cotton briefs.  I was breathing now so hard that it was audible.

"May I?"  Suddenly he was getting polite.  He means removing my underwear.

I nodded.

Down they came.  He gasped.  "Oh shit, your HUNG!  You're big, bigger than
me he added softly." I hadn't realized that penis size was one way of
ranking.  I had become, in his eyes, his superior.

I grasped the moment, and said, "Skip.  Get undressed."  He stood up and
took off his tee shirt.  He was on the way to having a great developed
muscular chest.  When his arms were up, I could see the bush of dark hair
in his arm pits.  I wondered how they would smell.  Next he kicked off his
sandals and pulled his elastic workout pants off.  He was wearing no undies
and his hands went to cover his prick area.  I did get a glimpse of a
large, hairy scrotum but now his hands covered all.

"Skip, take your hands away."

"I'm kinda small."

"Do it!"

He pulled his hands away.  His baby penis lay on that large ball sac like a
worm on an apple.  His hand was hanging and his checks flaming red.

"I love it," I said.  "It looks like it loves to get petted.  Do you wipe
off a lot?"

He nodded.

He turned slightly profile to end the examination of his endowment and
revealed the prow of his ass checks thrusting out provocatively.  "Whew," I
said automatically, "Your ass is so excellent."

His face clouded over.  "Leave my ass out of your conversation.  It makes
me super uncomfortable."

"Sure, but it sure calls attention to itself."  Then an idea jumped into my
mind.  "Do play with it when you...you know..."

The bright red that flushed his chest and cheeks were the yes answer.

End of Part One