Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 14:47:21 +1000 (EST)
From: Robert Reardon <ronthepen@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: My Friend Gary 2

The feeling in my body was terrific. I was tingling and then I felt a hand
rub over my hairless tummy and down under my equally hairless balls. I had
rolled over onto my back and then the feelings ceased as whatever it was
also ceased. I put my hand down and found my cock stiff and very wet. As I
touched it the feelings returned so I rubbed my hand up and down my cock as
I had seen my brother Les doing three weeks ago. The feelings accelerated
through my body but I stopped as I was mystified about the end result.

The following day Les and Gary again went off to the football. I asked if I
could come along, but Les clipped me over the ear and said "no." I was
really pissed off as this time the game was only just down the road in our
suburb. I hopped on my bike and rode over to the ground. I scoured all
through the crowd but I couldn't find Les or Gary. I was really puzzled,
but I stayed anyway as a nice man had paid the few pence for my entry
ticket. I haunted the lavatories and saw a few older guys' cocks, but
nothing additional happened. When I came out just as the game was about to
start I bumped into Les.

"What are you doing her. Checking up on me, eh?" he almost shouted as he
clipped me over the head.

"No way," I answered. "I wanted to see the game."

"Since when have you been interested in football, anyway," with another
open handed slap to my reeling head.

"Hey, stop that. The guys at school all follow the footy, so I wanted to be
able to argue with them," I answered, ducking away.

"Ok, you can join us, but don't tell mum."

After he had been in and had a piss, I followed him up to the viewing mound
and we joined Gary. He was surprised, but pleased to see me, and patted my
shoulder. Then he squeezed my arm.

The game was good and Gary told me lots about the play and the players. I
was happy. However, something puzzled me. I had scoured this area three
times before I tried the bog, and they certainly where not there then. They
had left home almost three hours before and whilst it had taken me about 30
minutes to ride to the ground, I had arrived at the ground possibly only
about 40 or 50 minutes after they should have arrived. I wondered where
they had been during that time.

I looked at Gary with a quizzical face and he bent down and said to me,
"How long have you been here?"

I told him I had ridden my bike over and arrived about 10 to 11. He looked
at me again with a smirking face. His hand went down my back and patted my
bum.

This puzzled me even more but I was sure there was a rational explanation
to the lost time by Les and Gary, but I sensed that I wasn't going to be
told.

My bike wouldn't fit in Gary's little sports car, so I rode home by
myself. The pair arrived about 20 minutes after I had got home, and on
mum's insistence I had already had my bath.

Over dinner dad asked me where I had been. I said I had ridden over to see
the footy and had met up with Les and Gary. Les looked at me with one of
those faces that told me if I said anything more I would die before
morning. I shut my mouth and continued eating.

Sarah was again early to bed and then I followed her about half an hour
later. I kissed mum and dad and said good night to Les and Gary, mouthing
an invitation to Gary as I passed him.

I was having another great dream and my body was feeling so good. I felt my
cock being bathed in warmth and as my eyes opened I could see Gary's head
bobbing up and down on my stiff cock. My pyjama pants had been undone and
pushed down almost to my ankles. My top had also been pushed up to let Gary
rub his warm hands over my undeveloped tits. I felt really good and the
more his mouth and tongue touched my cock the better it felt. Then he
lifted his head and pulled the sheets back over me and silently left the
room. I was happy but confused as to why he stopped. I felt the side of my
bed and there was a sticky glob on the sheet. I put my fingers in my mouth
and it tasted salty but ok. I had at that moment no idea what it was but I
knew Gary had left it.

 When I woke up my cock was so rigid I thought it might break if I touched
it? I then realised that what I had tasted last night was probably the same
stuff that I had seen my brother Les spurt from his cock that afternoon
about four weeks ago. I looked at the spot on the sheet and it was all
stiff in a blob.

I got dressed quickly so Sarah wouldn't see my stiff cock but it certainly
showed out with my thin cotton school shorts. I left my shirt out in an
effort to hide my stiffy. Mum scolded me and told me not to be so sloppy
and tuck my shirt in. By then my cock had softened so I complied. That was
a real problem for a slightly built 12-year-old, as others my age didn't
have big cocks.

That night Gary again came into my bedroom undid my pyjamas and slipped
them down to my knees. He sucked my cock, rubbed my hairless tummy and
developing tits. I would wake easily when he first touched me and I would
lay back, sometimes with my eyes open, watching his head bobbing up and
down on my growing young cock. My body was tingling with the feelings his
tongue and lips made on my cock and his fingers manipulated my tender
little hairless balls with a sensing that made me feel so happy he was
playing with me.

The next night it was the same. I have no idea what time he would come to
me, but after a week I would sometimes lie awake, waiting for his mouth to
suck my cock. One night, after about a month of my nocturnal pleasures from
Gary, and just as he had started on that nights suck, my father got up to
go the lavatory. Our house was an old design with the toilet separate
outside. I hated it as you got wet when it was raining and at night it was
eerie, and sometimes a little frightening.

This night we both heard dad stumble out of his bedroom, stop at my bedroom
door and then continue down the hall to the back door. Gary stopped sucking
me and didn't even bother to cover me back up again as he scrambled out of
my room, across the hall and into his bed in the lounge. I think we both
realised that my father had not gone to the lavatory but had merely pulled
out his big cock and pissed on the lawn, just outside the back door. I
often did it and I think Les did too. On dad's journey back up the hall he
switched on the light. As he got to my door he stopped and looked in. I
hadn't had time to pull up the sheet and blankets so as he stopped I sat
bolt up-right and softly called out "What's up".

As I did I pulled the sheet and blankets up. My cock had deflated
instantly.

Dad came in and sat on my bed. He touched my arm, and said, "are you all
right, son?"

"Yes. You gave me a fright, dad."

"It's ok son. I just thought that you had fallen out of bed when I went
down the hall. You seemed to be in a bundle beside the bed," he softly
continued.

"No. I think I was asleep. I must have had a dream," I sleepily mumbled.

By now my mother was out of bed also.

"What's wrong," she called as she came into my room.

"Shush," my father answered, "everything is ok now. I just thought Hamish
had fallen out of bed. Go back to bed."

Dad then continued to sit on my bed and I was shit scared he would pull
back the blankets and see that my pyjama pants were down near my ankles. He
just patted my head, and slowly stood up. As he did his big cock fell out
of the front of his pyjama pants, and even silhouetted against the hall
light I could tell he was half-hard. It was big and my own cock almost
instantly became stiff.

The next morning nothing was said about the incident. I caught Gary in the
bathroom, shaving. I wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what to say.

Finally, as I washed my face with a washer and towelled off I found my
voice.

"Did you hear dad last night. He thought I had fallen out of bed."

Gary looked at me with a funny look, even with some shaving cream on his
face. He smiled, so I turned and grabbed him on his cock. He shit and
nearly cut himself. He now knew that I knew he was sucking me each night.

Gary didn't come in for the next three nights. He was scared, I thought, of
being caught. But I didn't want him to stop sucking me. I wanted to tell
him to come in but again I wasn't sure what to say.

At breakfast mum announced that she and dad where going away to see dad's
sick brother over the weekend. Les would also be away on a school camp, so
mum wanted to know if it was ok for Gary to look after me. They would take
my sister with them.

Gary said that was ok, but he had to work half day on Saturday, but he
could take me to tennis coaching. Mum was overjoyed, and inwardly so was
I. This would be an opportunity to allow Gary to suck me without a worry.

Mum, dad and Sarah left in our old sedan at 6.30 on Friday evening. Les had
left earlier in the morning on the school excursion, and wouldn't be back
until Sunday afternoon. I looked at Gary, and he smiled back.

"What would you like to do first," he asked.

"Would you have a bath with me," I replied.

He looked at me with a really funny grin.

"Great idea. You run the water."

I raced into the bathroom and turned on the hot tap. I started to strip,
and then I heard the front door open. I shit myself. Who was this?

"It's ok," came dad's voice. "I forgot something."

Then I heard him walk down the hall to the bathroom.

His head peered in past the door.

"I thought you had a bath earlier," he questioned, looking straight at me
now completely naked.

"I'm running it for Gary," I replied in a shaky voice.

"Ok," dad replied. "Have fun. Bye," and he was off out the door again,
slamming it behind him.

Gary waited for about 5 minutes before emerging from his lounge room bed
area, wearing just his tiny skimpy underpants. He may as well have been
wearing nothing as his big cock was half-hard and I could easily see most
of his pubes and his balls.

My cock was stiff as I climbed into the tub. Gary slipped off his last bit
of covering and his big cut cock flicked up against his flat tummy,
flicking a string of clear pre-cum onto his hard hairless tummy. I was
overjoyed at the sight. His cock was circumcised, and was about the same
size as Les'. But it was sticking up vertically along his nice rippled
stomach muscles. He didn't have any hair trail, in fact he didn't have many
pubes at all. His chest was defined and his nipples were dark and
pronounced. His nipples were sticking out. I touched them as he sat in the
water and they were hard.

He grabbed the soap and started to rub it over my chest. Then down over my
stiff cock and up again and soon he had me covered in a foamy lather of
soap bubbles. He lent forward and our lips met. His tongue pushed into my
mouth and I french-kissed for the first time. I was just about melting with
desire. His hand now caressed my stiff cock and I wrapped my arms around
him and drew this older man/boy to me. Our lips remained locked as he
masturbated my cock. My hand now found his cock and it was dripping a long
stream of clear slippery liquid that felt great as I smoothed it over his
big knob. We broke our kiss and Gary slid down into the water and dragged
me over on top of him. Our cocks met and danced together, and we kissed
again.

A hand now moved to my bum and Gary spread my legs. As he did his big cock
slipped up between my legs and he started pushing up and down with me, his
cock sliding easily between my legs. I closed them to make sure I could
feel that cock and he continued to slide, the water splashing about. Our
lips parted and I looked at his glowing eyes. His smile broke me and I
kissed him again. I had never felt so much for anyone before in my life.

Gary pulled his cock out from between my legs, and rolled me over so he was
leaning over me. Again he got the soap and lathered me all over. Then he
handed it to me and I covered him in soapy bubbles, rubbing it on his cock
and along his bum crack. When I found his arsehole, the cake of soap almost
slipped in. My fingers did and I realised that he had a really big open
hole.

"Wash me out and soap me up," he softly suggested.

I did so and he then rolled over again so his arse was in the water. His
fingers now found my hole and they entered me and I felt a peculiar
feeling. It was like I wanted his fingers to be 10 inches long, and to
continue up inside me.

By now the water was getting cold so Gary splashed around washing all the
soap from me. He did the same for himself and climbed out and grabbed a
towel. He wrapped it around me and although he was still dripping wet he
towelled me off as he had done so many times before. When he had my cock
dry he lent forward and slipped his lips over my hard knob. My body
shuddered with the intense feeling. Gary bobbed his head up and down on my
cock and swirled his tongue over and over around and under the rim of my
knob. I was starting to float into a serene situation. My body had this
immense feeling and then my legs gave way as I experienced this intense
sense of explosion. My cock exploded into Gary's warm inviting mouth. He
gulped and swallowed as my first clear load of cum burst forth. He held
onto me as my body rocked and bucked and I thrust my cock ever deeper into
that oral cavity.

I sat on the side of the bathtub as Gary towelled himself dry. Then he
picked me up and carried me to his bed. I looked at him and said softly
"why not mine."  We lay together and cuddled and kissed, and we both fell
asleep cradled in each other's arms.


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