Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2008 12:43:02 +1030
From: joe rubes <fourandabit@hotmail.com>
Subject: two juniors less than a sophomore- part ii

Yhe usual disclaimers apply
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Part - II:

So here we were, two Juniors, close to turning 17 years of age, standing
before a 6 foot 14 year old who had a muscular body that we would never
have.  At no point did he use any act of violence against us, no direct
orders, no manhandling, no abuse.  It was all done quietly...as this next
section illustrates.

Craig and I stood there with me holding on to the petri dish, which was
overflowing with Barry's 14 year old cum.  Barry spoke: "Hey bro, perhaps
your junior friend here might like to spend some alone time with me for a
while." As I had no idea this was going to occur, I just looked at Craig,
who with yet another sign of resignation, turned and walked into the
bathroom, closing the door behind him No sooner did he do this, he opened
it again and walked to his bed and gathered his pillow and headed back for
the bathroom.

It was now just Barry and myself.  Barry had been spread eagle on the sofa
watching us jerking off to his cum.  He now stood, took the petri dish off
me and stood about a foot away.  I looked up at him as he looked down at
me, with a gentle smile on his face.  "What do you like about my body" he
asked.  Wthout answering, my eyes lowered to his crotch, so my body
language did all the talking.  "You may touch it" said he.  "Exactly how
old are you? he asked.  "Sixteen going on seventeen" replied I.  "How long
before you are seventeen?" he asked.  "Two months' said I.  "Well....that's
close enough...you can consider yourself as a 17 year old tonight....I am
only 14 and two months, so I'm still 14.... So, tell me: what have you got
in your hands right now?"  I wasn't sure exactly what he was getting at
this point?'  "Huh?' I voiced.  "I am 14 and so what have you got in your
hands? asked Barry quietly.  "A 14 year old penis?" suggested I.
"Yup....and what am I holding right now?" as he reached down for mine.  "A
17 year old penis" I replied.  "Yup..you got it."

After about a half minute of holding his soft penis, Barry spoke quietly
again.  "Enough of that.  What else do you like about my body?  My eyes now
looked once again at his hairy chest.  "You may touch that" said he.  As I
proceeded to use my left hand for this act, he said: "You can use both
hands."  I did...and felt those abs and the organized pattern of hair that
had been developing for quite some time."  After about a minute, Barry
spoke once again: "What are your hands rubbing?  "A 14 year old chest" said
I.  "That's not quite accurate" he suggested.  "A 14 year old hairy chest"
said I Barry then put his hand on my hairless chest and asked: "And what am
I rubbing?"  "A 17 year old chest...with no chest hair" I replied.
"Yup...enough of that.  What else do you like about my body?"

My eyes drifted to his right arm and biceps.  He noticed and lifting his
arim, flexed his muscles to what must have been a 13 or 15 inch flex.  "You
may touch it" said he.  I started with one hand, then used both.  Remember
that heightwise, I only came to Barry's shoulder, so his muscles and armpit
were at eye level.  As one of my hands felt his armpit hairs, he lifted his
arm to reveal the complete forest.  A slight movement by him to close the
gap between himself and myself, was my signal to put my face into his pit,
and nature took over, and out came my tongue.  He took my arm and lifted it
to reveal my armpit hair..and led me to the mirror inside the wardrobe in
the room.  We both looked into the image and surveyed the hair density
difference "Now what are you looking at now? asked Barry.  "14 year old
armpit hair" I replied ....and "What are you looking at here? (pointing to
my pit) "17 year old armpit hair" said I.  "Well..Enough of that.....what
else do you like about my body?"  My eyes drifted to his face.

"You may touch that."  And both my hands reached up to grasp both sides of
his cheeks. He sensed the uncomfortableness of his height difference for me
and moved to sit down at his desk chair.  Opening his legs, he pulled me
into the gap between them.  Now I stood over him somewhat like a boy
standing before a parent.  My hands ran though his long blonde/brown hair,
while he played with my four incher with several of his huge fingers.
"Enough of that now." said he, as he closed his open legs, which influenced
me to step away.  He held on to my arms and pulled me gently back,
influencing me to open my legs and to sit on his lap.  His hands then moved
my butt closer to him, and soon my boyhood was in contact with his soft
manhood.  As if I was magnetized, my skinny 17 year old body was drawn to
merge with his, and within a second, I allowed my slender frame to rest on
his more mature torso.  My heavy breathing would have been most audible
against his right ear.

As if he sensed it was the appropriate time, he stood up, carrying me as a
parent would be taking a child to bed.  He lay be down gently on his bed
and got in alongside.  For a guy who had never done anything like this
before in his entire life apart from reading fiction and non-fiction in
'Nifty' this was all happening way too fast.  Barry took over and
positioned himself over me like a lover would.  He did the kissing, he was
the one who seemed to have lost control.  His manhood became erect again,
and I could feel it between my legs and tickling my sac.  At no point did
he take it any further.  Then he rolled us over and I reciprocated all his
movements to the point of another orgasm.  I blew on his stomach and
collapsed on his heaving chest.  To some extent, I was spent.

Barry then whispered a little more loudly.  "Hey, bro..."...and as I
turned, there was dejected Craing standing by the bed, with pillow in hand.
Barry moved to create some room, and Craig nestled alongside.  Craig
immediately held his brother's hardon, which I too reached out for.  Both
our hands were gripping it...and there was still room for another hand.
Through all this, little was said. I saw Craig close his eyes as if he was
drifting off to sleep, and I followed suit.  Soon both 17 year olds where
asleep in the arms of this 14 year old.

When I awoke at about 5.00am that same morning, I was back on my mattress
on the floor...and Craig was in his own bed.  I had no recollection of
making that journey from Barry bed to floor mattress.  I would have had to
climb over Barry and Craig to make that journey!  To this day I wonder if
Barry carried both of us to our beds.  Just the thought of that makes me
leak.

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