Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2010 07:55:58 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Kids with Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberets   Bi Sex Young Friends

"Young Kids with Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberts
                               Bi Sex Young Friends


I don't know what there is about two kids on a sleep over, but it
seems to regress us to age four.  The two of us were wrestling on
Harve's big, extra wide bed, naked and giggling loudly.  We were
making such a racket that his father banged on the door and told
us to quiet down, that it was ten o'clock and we ought to be
asleep.

Shit, it was Friday, no school the next day, what was his
problem?  But we did sober up and I reached for my pajama bottom
when Harve stayed my hand.  "No need, let's sleep commando."

I shrugged, but it made me nervous because the few times I slept
with him he made queer moves on me, when I was asleep, and it was
hard for me not to get stiff and once I let out some stuff that
may have stained the sheets.

I got in first and howled because the sheets were icy cold on my
bare butt.  "I'll warm you up, if you want," he said.

"No thanks.  Turn out the light."

He reached way over to the night table.  I had to admit, seeing
him from as he stretched, that his back was as pretty as a girls
and his butt was full and smooth looking.  I already had a faint
fuzz of hair on mine.  I saw it by holding a mirror.  It was hard
to do, but I managed.  I hadn't realized how muscular my ass
cheeks had become.  Lot of bike riding, maybe.

I lay on my back.  Shit, I wasn't sleepy at all.  I kept
replaying that scene in the garage with Angie.  I'm going to ask
her next time if I can see her pussy, maybe touch it, and her
boobs, if she had any.  Oops, that kind of thinking was getting
my friend down there to wake up too and in a minute, I had a
stiff one.  It was getting tickled by the sheet.  I wondered if I
could rub one off and not waken Harve.  Maybe I could, but what
would I do with the stuff that came out.  If I rubbed it all over
my chest, I'd have to wait hours for it to dry, and then, it did
have an odor, not a bad one, but a definite one, kinda like a
laundry room.

Then I remembered, before the light went out, that there was a
box of tissues on the night table next to me.  I reached out. The
movement  shook the bed and Harve murmured in his sleep, and
moved over almost to where I had vacated in my reaching.  I had
the tissue in my hand and I squeezed into the small space left.
His smooth warm body was against my whole side.  That closeness
intensified my horniness.

I knew I had all night to make my cock feel good so I was in no
hurry.  I slipped my hand under my ball sac.  It was a little
cold from being outside the covers and my balls retracted like I
was swimming in icy water, but they quickly relaxed and my balls
were spread out over my palm.  I closed my palm slightly and my
cock gave a jump.  My balls and sac are really sensitive and I
can get off just by playing with it.  Of course, the main event
always involves my cock.  Even then, there are different places
that have different effects.  For example, if I shag really hard,
it seems to stimulate the part of my cock shaft that is inside my
body and that usually ends up in a quick spurt and the end of the
fun, so I avoid too heavy a shag.  The opposite is being too
tender and barely touching.  That is just too hot and I'm gone
and into a drippy cum.  I quickly discovered that spot just below
the head.  No question, that is the real space to rub.  Sometimes
I rub the head, around the piss slit, but that is pleasant
torture and I can't do that too long or my body jackknifes in
agony.

This time I loosely wrapped my now warm hand around my cock shaft
and rubbed lightly back and forth.  In a minute I was deep
breathing as if I had been running.  Oops, my shoulder kept
banging against the sleeping Harve and he stirred and put his arm
over my chest.  That was nice, a hug, sort of.  I rubbed back and
sighed happily.

But his hand was over right pec.  You know, my man nipples, that
useless decoration that we guys have.  Oh but it didn't seem
useless right now.  So help me, I got a nipple hard on and Harve,
in his sleep sensed it and passed his finger back and forth over
it.

I moaned helplessly and hoped he wouldn't stop. The nipples
seemed to be connected by an electric cord, right down to my cock
and it was leaping in excitement.  I felt droplets of pre cum on
he head.

The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing...until,
Harve's baby voice spoke.  "You want me to rub it?"

Now this was terrible.  It was gay.  It was dirty.  It sounded so
hot, I almost spilled at the thought.  I had to clear my throat
three times to answer, "If you want to."

"No friend, if you want me to."

The fucking bastard, he wanted a commitment from me and if I said
I want it, it would make me sound like a faggot, but I was needy,
I just had to finish up.  I took the easy way out and grunted and
sort of said a yes.

He immediate put half his soft warm body over mine and he small
hand reached out to grab my dick.  He used the same technique, I
suppose that he did on his little prick.  It wasn't too exciting
and enabled me to hang on.  As he went on, back and forth, it
kept me happy, but far from cumming.  It was, to tell the truth,
a little boring.

Finally, I guess he knew that he was a failure.  Then, suddenly,
he put his index finger in my mouth.  Wow, that was hot.  I found
that I was sucking in wildly.  I heard him laughing.  "You are a
real sucker."  Then he whirled his body around until his little
cock was at my face and at the same time, began licking my cock.
I swallowed his, just like I had done with his finger.  He moaned
in a high soprano and my alto joined him in a duet.  This was
more than my young libido could stand.  I lifted my head and
warned him that I was going to spill over.

He said, in a firm voice, "Do it!"

My hips began pushing and retreating and I felt my cock get like
wood.  With a strangled cry I shot some stuff into his slurping
mouth.

When I finished, he sat up.  "It tastes good.  Here try it."

He put his pretty lips against mine and pressed hard until I
opened up and I tasted my cum.  But he kept kissing and rubbing
his cock against my belly until he suddenly cried out and shook.
I knew he had one of his orgasms.

"That was outstanding," he said when we lay back and tried to get
into a sleep mood.  "Let's invite Angie again tomorrow and we can
work as a team on her.

We bumped fists in agreement and I slipped easily, now, into a
deep sleep.


End Part Two