Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 09:29:03 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Billy is too cute, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

"Billy is too cute, Part Two" by Jay Roberts     Gay Young Friends

"You must be hungry," Billy said, now in shorts, no top.

He led me into the kitchen.  It was the size of a hotel kitchen.  I saw a large
industrial dish washer, grill, double frig.  He threw open the frig and stared
in.

"I a pretty good cook.  How about a filet minion, and salad. " Then he
wiggled his perfect eyebrows, Groucho Marx still and said, "How about
champaign to wash it down.=?"

"You allowed to have alcohol?"

"I am forbidden, but this is a special occasion.  There are ten bottles in the
wine cooler, I'll dump the empty somewhere away from the house.  No one
counts stock."

He moved about the large space confidently and in a pretty short time the
salad was made, the steaks done and the champaign opened.  He opened
the wine like a trained waiter and poured it into flutes.  I took a sip and my
head snapped back.

"It's real fizzy."

"Yeah," he said.  "I've had a little at the dinner table on special occasions.
You have to get used to it, but the time you do, you're squiffed."  He
laughed, and I laughed with him.  I cut my steak and sampled it.  It was a
great piece of meat.

"It comes from Japan.  I think it's very expensive."

We shoveled in the salad and steak and finished the first glass of bubbly.  I
felt a little dizzy, but happy.  We both smiled crookedly at each other, both
feeling daring.

Billy pushed back his chair.  I noticed he lisped slightly when he said, "Just'
leave the dishes maid service comes and cleans up.  I gotta crash in my bed.
Follow me."

I followed him up the curving stair case and into the first room at the top.

"This is it."

A bedroom for a prince (my prince maybe) The large canopy bed was
against the back wall but there was still plenty of space for his desk, TV and
other stuff, including a chaise.

He just flopped on the bed face up and husked out "nite."

I found the bath room and brushed my teeth, then wishing I had dropped
bread crumbs like Hansel and Gretel, I did find my way back.

I copied Billy and just left on my undershorts and squeezed in on one side of
him.  He had commandeered the middle.

I lay on my back looking up at the lining of the canopy.  My head was
swirling from the wine but I was not sleepy.  Then I heard Billy had fallen in
a pass out sleep.  His breathing was slow and deep like an innocent baby.  I
leaned in close and let his breath fall on my check.  The light was on so I
could see his chest clearly without him noticing.  It was a flat chest, almost
no pecs.  But the pale pink areola was nice.  Up to no good I gently blew on
his flat center of his round pinkness.

Immediately it rose and thrust up pointy.  At the same time his breathing
stopped a moment and then he signed and resumed his sleep.  I saw that his
underwear shorts were slightly puffed up.  This boy was a tit-type.

I settled back but couldn't sleep.  I longed to wank off.  That usually got me
to sleep, but I had no tissue and I also had a bed mate who would feel my
usual vigorous action.  I was not an easy cummer, I needed to do it a long
time and then get my ass hole into it.

I began to smell Billy's lovely fresh laundry odor.  It was ramped up by his
slight sweating from the wine, I guess.  I moved close and really inhaled.  So
great!

I decided to risk more.  Don't forget I was drunk on wine and Billy's
nearness.  I could always pretend I did it in my sleep.  I leaned in and licked
his near nipple.  It rose like a small prick.  Wow!  At the same time his thighs
or trunk rose and fell in a sort of slight fuck motion.  This was fun, more
than that, I was rigid pricked.

I suddenly got a rush of embarrassment.  I shouldn't be doing this.  This was
in no way teasing it was seduction and super risky of putting our friendship
to an end.  So I was about to settle back and wank off, regardless of the
motion that might wake him.  After all, better to be caught wanking than to
be caught tit licking.  Just as I was about to rest back, Billy, with still closed
eyes, and very slurry, said "You want to practice the kissing now?"

Thee kid was really out of it.  But I was really into it.  What a break.  It was
his idea.  This could lead to...who knows.

"Yeah kiddo, I need the practice.  Shall I try out one now?"

His eyes still closed he said, "Go."

While I got into position I knew that he was, like, sleepwalking.  Unconscious
yet a tiny bit awake.  It was eery but I was sliding into a need that
overpowered any rational thing I might consider.

In a second my lips were a fraction above his full, pink ones.  I looked down,
and saw that the sweet kid was actually puckering.  I wasn't gonna waste
that pucker.  I closed the small space between our lips and rested mine
lightly on his.  They were really warm.

Suddenly his arms flew up and around my neck and he slightly lifted from
the bed and push his lips against mine in a crushing kiss.  Remember this
was almost a first for me, but it came natural.

I felt his breath coming around my lips.  He was panting.  I guess I was too.
But then he pushed against my shoulder and broke the kiss.

"What are we doing?"

At least he shared the blame with me.

"You said you wanted to practice kissing and I..."

"Charlie, that was so hot.  I'm not into boys but I am so sexed up.  What
now?"

"You want to wank off?"

"Do you?"

"Let me rub you."

He thought a moment.  "That' s a big step."


I decided that I had to take the lead, otherwise he would be giving me a
lawyer's argument all night.  I reached over and put my flat hand over his
curving swell.  He gasped, then sort of pushed himself against my hand.

I judged that he was no longer questioning anything and that he was just a
needy boy who wanted to get his thrill.  I was up for it.  Was I ever!

Now I got a great idea to be sure that I wasn't being a molester.  I made
him make the decision when I said firmly, "Take off your shorts."

His eyes opened wide.  He knew that it would definitely make him an equal
partner in this, but he wiggled out of them and lifted his legs and kicked
them off.  As he was doing this, I slipped mine off.

Now his prick was really on show.  His ball sac was large and delicate looking
not thick and ridged like mine. His prick was hard and laying on his flat,
smooth belly.  He glanced over at my stuff and said, "You're pretty big, and
hard as me.  What now?"

I said nothing but reached over and cupped my hand loosely over his rigid
organ.  I watched his face for a clue if I had to stop.  His face told everything
as he flushed red and beads of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead, but
it was his eyes.  Yeah, his eyes rolled up and closed.

"Fuck, this feels s-o-o-o good.  Do it harder," my greedy boy commanded.
What have I wrought?

Barely touching the shaft I slowly moved up and down from root to head.
He was mewling like a newborn calf.  I felt a bit of power over him for the
first time.  I had been in love with this beauty but he was up on a pedestal.
Now he was into the dirty same as me.  He could never now say that I led
him into it.

He was leaking pre cum.  For such a delicate boy, it had a robust odor.  It
made my head swim.

My light grasp was frustrating him.  He kept rising to try and get more effect
from my hand.  Finally I took pity and tightened my gripe.  He howled with
pleasure at the change and leaked more.

Suddenly he stopped my hand.  "This is so great.  I could let it go on and
shoot out a bucket full but it's not fair to you."

"It's okay.  I love making you so happy."

"Well, I read about something else we could try.  It sounds so hot.  Are you
willing?"

"Willing for what?"

"Fucking," he said lasciviously.

"You're nuts.  I'd be afraid of hurting you."

"No I mean I go into you.  You're a big jock.  You can stand it I know.  And
it'll be the hottest thing ever."

I couldn't believe all this coming out of Billy's pretty mouth.  He must have
thought about this for a long time.

"You mean you want to put your dick into my rear?"

As I said this, I began to feel a flutter at my ass hole.  As crazy as his
suggestion was, it began to seem like a possibility.  To show how I was
seriously considering it, to my own surprise I said, "If I do it, will you stop
immediately if it hurts."

As those words the balance of power between had shifted.  Even his sweet
face seemed more firm as he said, "You will love it.  Just stop talking and
thinking and do as I say."

Hey, his new attitude was getting me all sexy.  I answered hoarsely, "Okay
boss what do I do?"

End of part Two