Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:18:11 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Wally's Weird Watch" by Jay Roberts   Gay Sci/Fi Fantasy

"Wally's Weird Watch" by Jay Roberts   Gay Sci/Fi Fantasy


===Oh boy, title sounds just like something out of Disney, but it sure is
not, Pal.  It's adult nasty, sexy, porn and does your mother know that you
are playing around here?  If you are over 18, be my guest; if not, wave
goodbye and leave.


My friend Wally is a total nut.  I mean, he buys three or four paperbacks
each week, but does not read them.  What he does is fill in the 'o's' on
every single fucking page.  He also collects fruit labels.  What are fruit
labels?  They are those little found plastic labels on fruit.  He has about
4000 of them mounted on a board in his bedroom.  Are they valuable?  Yeah,
as valuable as your old cum rags.

Well I guess you are beginning to see my relationship with Wally.  I am a
jock, a thirteen-year-old jock.  I am a good-looking dude.  How do I know?
First off my Mom told me.  I guess you think that doesn't count, well, what
about Sally Knowles and Betty Gold?  And my mirror, though I shouldn't
boast.  I might also add Willy is the prototypical nerd.  You know, skinny,
brilliant, unsociable, but in his case a little gay.  At least toward me.

Wally taught me about my Willy and what fun it could provide, fun to last a
lifetime.  Expertise was easy to obtain, especially when Wally demonstrated
on himself, then on me.  I think I liked it better when he did it for me
and I often asked for a repeat, yeah, several time a day sometimes.  The
only problem was that after three times, the need was there but my willy
wouldn't rise to the occasion.

One day, me laying with my shorts at my angles, spooge coating my smooth
belly, thanks to Wally's expert wanking he said in his junior scientist
voice, "Wouldn't be great if we could computerize our pricks, you know,
delete the last shoot and be ready again?

"It would be excellent," I said in that tired voice I get after so many
cums.

Wally screwed his face up as he prepared to get himself off.  He had a
pretty nice body, lean and smooth, but I didn't have the same desire for
his body as he seemed to have for mine.  My young muscles seemed to get him
all sappy, and he'd rave about my penis, mainly because it was so much
bigger than his.  Of course, his was longer, but real thin.  He sure could
shoot a load though, twice as much as I did.  Often it would sail up over
his head and hit the headboard, then the next two would land on is mouth or
cheek.  That brought about an interesting discussion.  He passed his long
tongue over his lips and tasted his own spunk.  He rolled his eyes.  "Good
stuff."

I thought "Yuck!" especially when he suggested I taste mine.  Our playtime
was going in a very funny direction and I had no intension of becoming
Wally's boy friend.

About two days later, I got a text message from boy genius.  All in
capitals (which is not polite) he proclaimed: "I did it!  Call me."

I called.  He was so excited I could hardly understand him.  I decided to
run over to his house, it was only two blocks away.  He met me at the door,
announced that his 'rents were at a school meeting (they both taught).

He had one of those watches that you could download stuff into your 'puter.
He told me some technical stuff about using his jack (not jack off) to
download information about masturbation, and then......He spread his arms
out like he was on the cross and bellowed, "I can speed up, slow down and
even delete the orgasm and then press REPEAT or most great is that I can
turn up the volume for a better cum."

The poor boy.  He was suffering from too many "O" filling activities.  This
flight into fantasy bordered on madness, BUT what if what he said was true.
Like Dr. Bell's Watson, I volunteered to test his contraption.  I would be
Igor to his Frankenstein.

"Quick, lay on the bed, get your shorts and briefs down."

I complied.  Geez, Wally had become so bossy, but it was kinda sexy to do
what he asked.  My Willy was definitely interested in the experiment, he
lifted his head out of his turtleneck of skin and looked around, drooling a
bit.  I found that I was taking deep breaths.

Wally meanwhile was absorbed in his demonstration.  He slipped the
expansion bracelet with the watch on to my wrist, saying reverently that he
noticed I was getting some hair around there.

The watch had fine wires that went to the back of the computer tower.  The
flat screen monitor flashed on, revealing a web site.  It was called
Wally's Time Stroker and had a moving graphic of a spewing prick that
resembled mine.

"Okay' pal, here we go."

His loving, familiar hand began gently moving around my still covered
prick, but quickly my foreskin retracted and I fast reached full length,
about six inches plus about one quarter inch.  We knew because Wally had
measured it, much to my pleasure.  Now he used the method we had discovered
by his noting which spots made me moan the loudest.  I am a pig for
sensation and pretty loud during these sessions.  He cupped my hairless
balls in his large, warm hand and squeezed so slightly.  Ah,
heaven. Meanwhile his other hand continued the gentle exploration of my
penis shaft, now forming a cave with his fingers and began a rhythm, not to
fast, just right to get me turned into a total animal of sensation, my eyes
rolling, my tongue hanging out and drooling.  I was crooning constantly.
Willy kept nodding and smiling as his victim (me) gradually sidled into my
usual heavy orgasm.  Then he stopped.

I opened my eyes.  "If you don't get back on the stick, I will kill you.
What's up."

"I just want to make a volume change."

He brought up "volume" on the right bottom of the screen and moved the
slide from the bottom to the top of the scale.  Immediately my penis began
to feel warmer and much harder.  He returned to his duty and stroked me.
Now my nipples began to feel like they were two erections.  I pulled up my
tee shirt.  "Wally, do something with them.  They are asking for
attention."

"I always liked your tits," he murmured as he began to squeeze them between
his thumb and index finger.  I was not roiling on the bed, my hips seemed
to get a life of their own as the began thrusting upwards fucking the air.

"Wally," I called in a strangled voice.  "Get me off now.  I can't take too
much of this.  I'm going into overload.  Abort the program."

Of course he ignored me, he was having too much fun being my master.
Suddenly my body could take no more.  My prick went from dripping pre cum
to leaking heavily and I shouted, "Oh Wally, I'm going to shoot.  Kiss me
hard, now!"

Now where did that come from?  Anyway he didn't need a second invitation,
this was what he had always longed for.  He leaned down and pressed his hot
lips against mine.  I instinctively pushed my tongue into his mouth and he
met it with his own educated lapper.  There I was, shooting great
quantities of stuff between us, kissing him madly and screaming into his
mouth.

A moment later I woke up.  I must have passed out.

"How do you feel?"  Wally asked.

"Great," let's get on with the experiment.  I must have fallen asleep
waiting for you to hook up your wires and shit.

He looked at me and laughed.  I knew right away what the score was.  "It
worked.  I spooged, right?"

"You sure did."

As he said those words, he stroked my chest.  My tee shirt was still up
near my neck.  Oooh, that felt so good.  I rushed back into my fuck me mode
and Wally was quick to resume his role of wanker.

This time he had apparently changed the settling so that I was almost ready
to hose the world with me semen in record time.  My prick was sticking up
hard and pulsing.  "You want me to get you off?"

"Yeah," I said with urgency.  I need it badly.

"Tell you what.  What say we make a trade.?"

I sat up.  "Whatcha mean, I wank you?"

He nodded.  "Sorry Wally, I like fooling around, but I don't want to be a
gay boy."

"So it's okay for me, but not you."  He reached behind the 'puter again and
he turned some knob or something.

It had an immediate effect on me.  I couldn't stop my thighs from thrusting
and making fuck motions.  My prick was dripping heavily.  My breath was
coming in hoarse gasps.  I knew there was only one way out of this.  I
reached out my virgin hand and grasped Wally's stiff prick.  He let out a
loud moan of happiness.  Yeah, I stroked and made him feel good and for my
reward, he began wanking me again.  Yeah, I confess that we kissed through
it all, and yes, it was great.  And finally with a mutual cry we both
spooged on each other.  "Taste it!" Wally commanded into my ear.

I took a swipe of the stuff between us.  I don't know if it was mine or his
but shit, it didn't taste too bad.

As we were getting ourselves back together, Wally forgot that the hookup
was still attached and the computer will on max output.  Too max I guess,
because there was a puff of smoke and the whole fucking thing went dead.

Wally was never able to get the invention going again, even after the
'puter came back from the factory, but we had already started on a new road
of discovery.  You can't imagine what fun you can have with your mouth.
Ass next.

End

Science cums to the aid of two boys.  Lucky they paid attention in physics
class.