Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 10:50:40 +1000
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: Billy the Kid Chapter 3

"You, you what?" he stammered.

I said, "If you're offering to give me something for my birthday that I
really want........" I hesitated. There was no way I could actually say
this to the 18 year old stud. I'd frighten the living daylights out of him!
But hey, I'd already opened my mouth. It was too late.

" I want you to strip down to your briefs and let me rub your back, like I
did a few weeks ago."

"But it's OK Billy," I hurried along, "I know you can't do that, so just a
bar of chocolate..............." I continued rambling on, while Billy
stared at me, silently, and eventually I stopped, and there was silence in
the shed.

Silence

And embarrassment. It was out. Too late now. All that joshing around on
msn, the innuendos and stuff, was now summed up in my request. My birthday
wish.

The silence dragged on and on, with Billy looking at me, his fat lips
slightly apart, a slight sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He looked at me, trying to read me perhaps. Was I winding him up? I went to
say something but nothing came out of my mouth. The silence continued for
what seemed like agonising minutes yet in reality was probably all of
thirty seconds.

"OK." He said.

That was all. I didn't think I'd heard him right. Or I'd misinterpreted
what he was "OK-ing" about.

That is, until he undid the top buttons of his T shirts and pulled it over
his head.

He was naked underneath of course, and it was the first time I'd ever seen
him stripped to the waist for more than thirty seconds. I just stood,
drinking him in. Slim, firm torso, rippling with young muscle. Nothing
large, but he looked firm, tight. Smooth body apart from a snail
trail. Nipples, smallish, dark, beginning to harden in the coolness of the
air. I looked. I feasted. I worshipped.

I wanted to touch, but the atmosphere was still so brittle. Like if I moved
too quickly, I'd shatter it, and it would all lay around me in broken
shards.

Still we looked at one another. Eyes, starring, deep into each others
souls. Trying to communicate, without words, but full of meaning.

He continued to look at me as he unzipped his shorts and they slid to the
ground. He broke the eye contact whilst he pulled them off, over his
Bludstone boots, and then looked at me again. I smiled. Licked my lips
without even thinking and then realised what I'd done, and smiled again.

He was wearing a popular brand of Aussie undies. Grey. Tight and fitting. I
love briefs. I love the way they hold and direct a guy, the way they follow
his shape, tightly. No bagginess.

He smiled, nervously.

"Err, back rub? He asked, and turned his back to me.

I came in closer, within arms reach. When my fingers stroked his shoulders,
he shivered with surprise and shock. I worked his upper body, touching
lightly, stroking my fingers over his smooth flesh. Once again I raised his
arms to the wooden beam supporting to roof of the tin shed, giving me
access to his pits, well endowed with brown straight hair. My fingers
caressed the skin under his arm pits, then down each side of his body and
round to his belly. As I stand behind him, I reach round, closer, using all
of my hands – palms, fingers, finger tips – to feel his chest and
then his belly. This was no "back rub" and well we both knew it. This was a
sensual exploration of his semi naked form.

I took a step closer, feeling his butt against my groin. His butt cheeks
have dimples in them. My hands continued to feel around his chest,
searching for and finally making contact with his nipples. I stroked the
left, and then the right one, in turn. I used my finger nail to just
scratch the top of each one. They firmed up and hardened almost
immediately, and I knew what he was feeling for I have very sensitive
nipples myself. I continued to scratch the surface of one, and just every
so slightly squeezed and twisted the other. He let out a little gasp and
his butt muscles clenched together.

My hands returned to his belly, feeling the hairs of his snail trail,
running my fingers up and down that area. His skin so soft, yet under the
surface, muscles moved and were alive. I continued the illusion of the back
rub, but we both knew it was an illusion. And he was trembling a little,
scared, like a young animal about to do a runner. With my foot I pushed his
left leg, opening the gap between his legs. He dropped his hands from the
wooden beam. "Pins and needles," he whispered and I smiled. I placed his
hands around the back of his head, still stretching is body out, tensing
it, making him flex those muscles especially in his back. I ran my fingers
through his head hair and down to the nape of his neck.

Again my fingers traversed his sides, travelling from nipples, downwards to
his waist. By looking over him (I'm much taller than he is) I could see his
tenting briefs and as my fingers reached his belly his cock twitched,
pushing the material of the briefs outwards, straining the cloth. I let my
hands droop downwards, and stooping a little they just graze the inner
thighs of the boy, and he nearly jumps away from me. He turns, and sort of
smiles, but I can see he is uncomfortable by all this. Yes he may be hard,
and hot, but he's not relaxed about what I'm doing.

Which why I stop.

Yes, I know you think me a fool. Now, days after the event, I also think me
a fool! I should have pushed on. Aggressively taken what I wanted. Stripped
him naked, seized his cock and pumped him dry. I should have crushed his
lips in a wet kiss whilst my hand slid inside the waistband of his tenting
briefs. I should seized his cock, feeling its length and weight and power,
the strength of an 18 year olds cock in need of release.

But I didn't. I didn't force myself on him.

I want him to respect me, to still like me – after the event. To
reciprocate to what I do to him. I suppose I want him to love me, to ask me
to do more to him.

So I stopped.

"Thanks Billy," I said. "That really is the best birthday present I've ever
had. I'll treasure that. I know it cost you. `Preciate it mate," and I
rested my fingers on his shoulder.

"Tha.... tha..... that's it?" He questions.

"Yeah mate, that's cool." And I walked out of the shed and climbed on to
the mower, leaving him semi naked, hard and unfulfilled in the shed.


Maybe one more still to cum? We'll see!!!

Messages to jamesgippsland@hotmail.com Thanks guys. Greetings from
Australia!!