Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2011 19:54:04 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Alem's Touch, Part One"   by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

Alem was the new guy.  "Class, meet Alem Hossein, a new student in our
school.  He's a year older than you guys, but the office decided he should
enter here in seventh grade."

That was creepy Mr. Doolittle, standing in front of the chalk board, his
hand on the broad shoulder of this kid, Alim.  It was obvious that he was a
Arab boy from his tawny skin, dark curly hair and somewhat fuzzy face.  Of
course, he was about fourteen to our thirteen, and the year difference
showed in his height, broad shoulders and his dark husky voice.

All of us stared at the kid standing in front of the class, noting his
foreignness in his clothes.  I mean, he wasn't wearing Arab dress, but his
thin fabric pants were different than American clothes, especially his
striped broadcloth shirt buttoned to the nect.  Most of us were wearing
shorts and I found myself wondering what his legs looked like.

Then I heard Mr. Doolittle saying, "Billy Mason will be his buddy for the
first two weeks to help Alem get oriented to our school."

The next thing was that this kid walked up the aisle to the empty seat next
to me.  He proffered his large hand with black hairs on the back, to me and
we shook gravely.  I was fascinated with the blackness of his eyes that
looked like two black diamonds glowing under his full eyebrows.  This boy
was pretty hot looking and I know the girls in the class were sneaking
peeks.

We stayed together for the rest of the day, I showing him how to find each
of our classes.  One thing that was unusual, he tried to hold my hand as we
were walking.  Suddenly he stopped, :Oh Billy, I must remember that in
America, you don't do that."

"It was okay, I think that's a nice custom."  Then I turned red.  What made
me say such a dumb thing?

Between classes I learned that he was educated in a British school in Egypt
and that accounted for his English accent and also his facility in English.
He must have gotten a good education because he had studied Latin and Greek
and read so many books.

One other thing about Alem, he was a toucher.  What I mean is that when he
made a point in talking to me, he's grab my should and squeeze it, or rub
my back.  I kinda liked it, but it chubbed me up.

It turned out that he wasn't a Muslim, but a Christian.  They called it
Coptic Christian in Egypt.  His father was a diplomat and Alem expected to
be in the United States for an indefinite time..  That news made me very
happy, I don't know why.

Now I was a shy kid and not athletic, didn't have too many friends, so I
was excited to have my very own buddy, Alem.  In fact, during dinner that
night, I guess I rambled on too much about him and my brother Max (sixteen)
said, "What?  You in love with him or something?"  The next day, during the
PT period, he told me that he was a pretty good footballs player and was a
goalie on his school team and he showed me an enameled pin on his shirt. I
finally found out that what he called football, we called soccer.

Later that day he spoke to the soccer coach.  We had a team that was famous
for always losing and the coach was delighted to meet a foreign trained
boy.  Right then and there, Alem showed he skills as he ran fast and did
all the other stuff that the game called for.  Then he took the goalie
position no the coach himself wasn't able to get a ball past him.  What a
guy!

The best part of the day was that Alem and I took a shower together.  He
was not at all shy about his body when we were together in the shower, he
said, "Billy, you have a nice penis."

I almost passed out.  Kids just didn't say things like that.  To my
mortification he continued in that vein.  "Naturally I have seen many boy's
penis because of the way life is in a boarding school. Considering that you
are only thirteen, it's very large.  Of course, you have not obtain pubic
hair," he added thoughtfully.

"Yours is excellent," I said stupidly.

He grinned like a big brother and rubbed my head.

I carried the picture of the naked Alem in my head all the way home,
through dinner and onto my night under the covers.  He had a real man's
body with even a small faint patch of hair on his chest.  His tawny penis
was almost covered with coarse curly public hair and a large ball sac hung
below.  His legs were hairy, as I guessed, but very muscular from his
football playing.

My brother was in the next bed so I couldn't jack off as I wanted to with
all my heart and prick.  I willed myself to sleep, but in the morning, I
found I had soaked my bottoms with a wet dream.  I had to sneak out of bed
to drop them in the hamper and take a shower.

End of Part One