Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 15:21:35 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Three Kids in a Triangle, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends "Three Kids in a Triangle, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends +++Did you see not on your bathroom mirror? "Send a contribution to Nifty today!" Oh you forgot, no prob, just do it. We all thank you. +++This story is about young kids, but oddly enough, not for young kids, so if you are under eighteen, please toddle off. The rest stay and be titillated. I have known Billy since kindergarten. He was a cute kid then blue eyed with a mass of curly blond hair. Today, at thirteen he is lithe, athletic and has even better blue eyes and curly blond hair. He's a fox, and he's my boy. What I mean by saying that he's mine is that we do stuff together to relieve our intolerable, ever present horniness. You know, your prick is stiff in class and sort of flexing and you have to keep you elbow on it until is hurts. It's a problem, but then I get a note shoved on my desk from Billy. "Jack, SPST." I know the code. SP means same place means his garage that used to be our club house which has the old couch there and same time is right after school. . Until four months ago we were just regular friends. We biked, skated and played usual computer games, but we began to talk about sex and girls and even other boys but mainly about ourselves and we confessed that we jacked off. The first time it came up I didn't know about it. He explained and that night I tried it. From then on, it was our secret...together. Then we did it turning away from each other and reading a hot magazine. Then we watched each other wank. That was hot, hot, hot. Billy has a long thin one with a lolly pop head...nice. Mine is shorter and thicker and darker color. Billy's body is smooth and pale white, mine is tannish from my Italian background. We both have hair down there in just the last few months and also underarm hair. His is wispy and blond, mine black and bushy. Billy likes to sniff my underarms but it tickles too much to stand. Billy has some really nice parts. His feet are long and thin, really nice, and his legs are very mature looking. In fact from the waist down, he is like older, but his chest is still a boy's and his face could be that of a ten year old. We like our differences. He admires my plump sac and the black hair that seems to be spreading from hip to hip. "You're my little ape," he say affectionately. Billy really puts out a shit load of spooge, maybe half a cup. Me, not so much but mine shoots way up and it even gets in my hair. This wanking stuff really fun and we have lots of hot times and laugh times but it was all to change over another kid in our home room. His name is Dean. He was left back twice and he is older than we are. Fucking Billy is fascinated with him. I know because he keeps bring him up in conversation. "Dean's got the beginning of a moustache. Dean this and Dean that." "You must love him 'cause you keep talking about him." I said in mean voice. "His a thug, almost went to Juvy, is that what you like?" Billy blushed, and this is one nice sight to see on his smooth pale cheeks and it goes right down to the top of his chest. "I was going to suggest inviting him over here sometime." "No way, no time, never," I said and then I kissed Billy. This was the first time. I felt I had to do something to keep him interested. He reacted with a jump. "What's that for?" "Practice, so if you date a girl you'll know what to do." "It was kinda nice. Wana go again?" "Sure anything for science." But I hardly could finish, he put one arm around my neck and pulled me close. I could see that he closed his eyes just as he got close enough to put his lips on mine. He didn't give me a smack like I had done, no, he pressed firmly and sort of moved his lips around. I liked it. Did I like it. I was blow away into another world. "I have a stiffy," he said. "From the kiss thing?" I asked. "Yeah. I think I like you a lot." "Sure, we're pals and jerk off buddies," I said trying to lighten up the atmosphere. "Want to kiss more?" "It's a little gay, no?" "Maybe, but when you really like someone, it's a way of showing it." I didn't feel comfortable with this ooly drooly talk. I think that I secretly loved this beautiful dude, but I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts so I went radical. I did something I never did before. It was like the next step. I reached out and rubbed his crotch. I could feel his hard dick and I heard him make a sound of enjoyment and then I took it further. I unzipped his fly and reached in and freed it. I had never touched him before. He obviously liked this and pulled his pants lower so I could get more access. "I always hoped you'd do this," he croaked out. "Yeah you're a pig for feel goods," I said and rubbed the head of his dick that was moist and slippery. "Oh shit, that feels so great. How about rubbing me a little bit?" "What do you think I am, your sex slave?" I said but I cupped my hand and rubbed him up and down a little. "Don't quit. Keep doing it. I was just getting into it." I was willing to get him worked up because I wanted to compete with him crush on Dean so I began a real honest to goodness wank. In a minute he was making grunting noises at each pass up and down. I felt a bit foolish, but also enjoying the fact that I was controlling him. I knew he would come quickly, he always did and suddenly his hips began to lift and his face screwed up into a scary mask and his cock became longer and stiffer. "I'm goin' to spill," he croaked and then it happened. A fine stream of milky cum shot out of the head. It had a strong smell, but a damn hot lovely smell. Then he pulsed out three more that landed on his chin and some got on me. Without thinking, I licked it off my wrist. I loved the taste, it was Billy's stuff. "Whew," he said. "Thank was awesome. Thanks lovey. I guess you want me to do you." "That'd be nice," I said dryly. "Trouble is, you know, after you cum, you sorta..." "Yeah, I know. Next time. We parted but his calling me lovey. What was that all about.? End Part One