Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 06:56:48 +1030
From: joe rubes <fourandabit@hotmail.com>
Subject: two juniors less than a sophomore - part 6

The usual disclaimers
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Part 6

This evening with Barry was to reveal a couple of surprises.  He asked me
to stand in the middle of the room, while he stepped back some six feet.
His directions to me at this point confused me somewhat.  "Tell me when you
want me to stop."  With this being voiced, he then began a series of
flexes.

Right bicep flex....left biceps flex....full frontal flex with both
biceps...turned around, and a double flex....frontal pose, with his right
leg on the desk chair followed by a left biceps fles....left leg on the
chair with a right biceps flex....then he stopped and faces me.

"You didn't tell me when to 'stop.'
     "Huh?....I don't get it."  "Tell me which pose turns you on and I will
'hold it;"
     (Oh!...dur!!) thought I.....I nodded.

Right biceps flex....
         "Stop" "You may touch" said Barry.
         I then approached and savoured the right bicep, the length of his
arm, the hairy armpit...  "That's enough...now go back to where you were."
I obeyed. ..."and by the way, you are not to touch yourself."  Looking
downwards at my
          throbbing hardon, I nodded.

Left biceps flex...
        "Stop" "You may touch.... (repeat of the above)

Full frontal double biceps flex...
      'Stop"....as I approach, with each of my arms/ hands trying to work
out just what do I touch, they moved from his extended arms to his hairy
chest, back to his arms...back to his chest..  "Enough...."
      I knew it was the signal to step back again...

Back to me, double biceps flex..
      "Stop"... as I approach his back, the fact that we could not make eye
contact, brough my face right against the muscles of his back.  My arms
wrapped around his torso, with my hands now meeting on his chest..feeling
the chest hairs again but from a different angle. I pressed, I squeezed
myself against his body.  "Enough...."

Turning around, he then placed his right leg on the desk chair, and flexed
his left bicep.  His 5 inch flaccid was semi-erect, but dangling.
    "Stop"...as I approached, and having made body contact on the last
approach, I lost control of myself.  Both arms wrapped around his frontal
torso, my own left leg was raised to rest above his chair right leg.  This
put his manhood immediately below my ball sac, tickling it as I made the
manoeuvre.  the tingle rippled though my body...and as our torsos made
contact, I blew my biggest load ever.  It creamed Barry's crotch.  I was
petrified and this showed in my eyes.  Barry smiled.  "Good one...not bad
at all."  "Enough..."

As i stepped back to my position, I was trying to clean up...."No...you are
not to touch yourself" Barry reminded me.

Left leg on the chair, with a right bicep flex
    "Stop"....having gone the full distance, there were no more
inhibitions.  I approached Barry and touched his unshaven face...my right
leg rested above his left leg, and I pulled myself up towards him, placing
my smooth never-shaven face next to his three-day growth....and genetly
rubbed my face against his, feeling the stubble and reminding myself that
he was about 14-1/2, approaching 15.

Instead of saying 'enough', Barry lifted me up and took me to his bed.  He
lay down first, so I ended up on top of him and was allowed to continue to
savour his face, his chest, his huge frame.  Our penises were together and
just the thought of this, led me to blow again.  I was shuddering from head
to toe....and Barry knew that I was cumming big time. "I'm sorry.."
muttered I.  "That's OK...glad you are enjoying yourself." siad he.

Then came the next surprise.  Barry turned us over and now I was below.  He
then began to 'make love to me' in the same manner that I had made love to
him.  His weight pinned me to the bed.  It was he who was now kissing my
face, and behaving in a manner that suggested that he was relishing my
body.  He worked his way down, kissing my chest...right down to my
'fourandabit.'  I then had a dry orgasm.

Then he turned us over again...and I was on top.  I sat up,
panting...looking down on his hairy chest...playing with its hair.  Then
came the next surprise.  Barry's face began to screw as if he was about to
cry!  His voice changed and what emerged was something like:
  "Why do I have to have the body of a 20 year old?....what can't I have a
normal body like every other 14 year old...why can't
   I have a body like yours(no offense, OK?)....why do I have to have a
hairy chest that every body just drools over?...
   why can't I have a normal 14 year old girlfriend?....why do I have to be
the one that 20 year old women want to take to bed>..
   Why do I have to shave my face and not have a smooth face like
yours?....shaving just sucks.

I sat there mesmerized by his series of questions.  Here was my man, crying
like a boy.  I slipped off his chest and propped myself on the bed
alongside him.  He began just holding my four incher in a gentle, caring
manner.  In contrast, I felt I couldn't touch him just then.  As mentioned
in part-1, I was no counselor but do recall saying: "You don't like the
body you've got."  "KNup...I just want to be like everyone else."

I cannot describe the rest of the night, except to say that we lay on the
bed and chatted like equals.  As he continued to hold my 4 incher, I felt
more confident in reaching out and holding his 8.5 incher.  I felt totally
chilled out and tapped into my 17 year old thinking/maturity to bring some
comfort to this 14 year old 'boy.'

The learning experience I had from this event is that (perhaps) most of us,
if not all, want to be someone else.  We can only look outwards and what we
see is someone else's assets, which we then desire.  In so doing, we fail
to acknowledge our own assets, we disqualify those qualities and attributes
that others might admire in us.  Just as I might envy what other have on a
physical level, they too might be envious of others...and perhaps even
envious of me !