Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2009 08:09:46 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Czech Beauty Boy" by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends

----Are you here again?  You're cute and nice, but you're under eighteen so
you must go!  I'll welcome you when you are over eighteen.


He's new in our school.  The teacher told that we would be having a new boy
in our 7th Grade class "He's Czech," she told us, "Name is Jan Topol."

The kids were interested.  "Can he speak English?  Does he dress funny?"

All of us, and me, Jeff Gold got the answers that following Monday.  The
Principal came into the room with his arm on a boy's shoulder.  The boy not
dressed in what we feared might be his native costume of long white
stockings and a shirt, no, he was dressed more or less like us, shorts and
a tee shirt, but those legs coming out of his cargoes were very strong and
white as marble..  This boy flustered all of us, me especially.  He was
pretty tall and he held himself straight like a soldier. His pale blue eyes
traveled around the room like searchlights and his wide mouth was set in
half a smile of amusement.

"Class, I would like you to meet Jan.  He will be with us for one year
while his father is working at WVYZ as a commentator."

Oh glamor, almost show business.  WVYZ was our local radio station.

Now the boy was passed to our teacher Miss Webber whose hand replaced
Principal Shuberg's on the boy's shoulder.  "Let's all say, 'Welcome Jan'"

We all chorused the greeting, feeling like stupid dopes until Jan
responded.  He spoke in a sexy husky voice for a twelve year old.  He had a
slight English accent.  We learned later that in had a teacher from England
in the school in Prague (that's the capitol, we learned.)

"Thank you for your greeting.  I know that I will enjoy learning the
subjects here and being chums with all of you."

Oh, my heart began feeling floppy and I blushed.  Why?  I don't know.  He
just seemed strange with his even, pale complection and his light brown
hair falling over his forehead.  His voice, his words made me feel that a
worldly person was in our midst.

"Take that empty seat next to Jeff," Miss Webber said.  'Oh I love you Miss
Weber', I thought.

He smiled at me with very white small teeth.  As soon as he sat down, I
smelled him.  No, he didn't have BO, but he had a personal smell that I
would later learn came from his cologne.  I never knew a boy my age who
used smell stuff.

Once we left our home room and began going to the day's classes, Jan sort
of tagged along with me, asked a million questions, some I couldn't answer,
like "Do the American girls around here let you play with their titties?
Shit, how do I know.  I hardly ever spoke to a girl.

Later that day, in the caf‚, he leaned close and asked me if the boys
play with each other.  I was sure I knew what he meant, but American kids
never talk about that openly.  I answered that I am not sure, "but
probably."

Of course I knew.  Oh those hot sessions in the shower and up in my room at
home watching porn.  I was taken aback when he continued, "Do you?  I hope
so, you are a very attractive lad."

I blushed and stammered and he patted my check.  "No need to answer, Mate,
your blushes tell all."

We quickly got on to the subject of soccer.  This school had a soccer team
and that was why it was chosen by his father.  This kid was a soccer nut.
He knew all the world teams and the players.  I was ignorant about soccer,
being on the tennis team, but I knew that I would try to learn more, just
to please him.

It was only a day later than I sat up in the stands and watched the team
practice.  He was a standout, very fast and accurate.  My heart thumped at
seeing his smooth, powerful white legs flash in the sunlight.  Oh those
full thighs.  At the end of practice, he came up the stand to greet me.
His smooth white face was cool and unsweaty.  Was he an alien, a lizard
man?  But all negative thoughts disappeared when he said, "Hey Jeffster,
you want to take a shower with me?  I need one, my arm pits are wet."

I said sure in a shaky voice and he threw his arm over my shoulder and we
walked that way to the boys' lockers, me with a hard on pushing out my
shorts.  I don't think he noticed, he was talking a mile a minute about the
different team members.  He was hard on some of the players, but he laughed
evilly when he spoke of Bobby Wellington.  "He's kind of a looker, eh?"  I
shrugged.  "I wonder if he fools around, I'll try to manage a shower when
he's there, but..."He squeezed me against him," I have the handsome Jeff.

I turned away when I undressed because I was rock hard.  I have a pretty
big dick and you just can't hide it when it gets long and hard.  He would
have none of my shyness and he came around in front of me and got his
clothes off.  "No reason to be shy about having an erection, Yankee.  Here
look at me."

Oh shit, he was quite a sight undressed.  His chest was showing the
beginnings of a powerful physique.  Those arm muscles too were great.
Looking down his body when I thought he didn't notice, I took in his six
pack.  No other boy my age that I saw at school had that, and they surely
didn't have the profusion of pubic hair on his belly and around his long
cock, hair that when from hip to hip.

Oh crap, he saw me checking out his garbage.  He smiled and shook his long
dick at me, "It's brilliant, isn't it?"

"Nice." I croaked.

"Yours is very appealing as well.  Once we are in the shower room, may I
touch it?"

I gulped.  "I guess so."  But my hot eyes were a dead give away that I
wasn't neutral about this.  I wanted it...badly.

In the shower, he soaped up and then offered to soap my back.  I was on the
verge of shooting three times as he cheeky hands encircled my waist and
rubbed my belly.  Then he turned his back and ordered me to "do him."  I
knew this had double meaning.

His back was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen outside of a Greek
statue at the museum.  It was lightly muscled and so smooth and white.  Not
one birthmark or pimple marred his back, and that ass, so perky and hard.

Suddenly he turned.  His cock was hard and plastered against his stomach.
He put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.  Then he
placed his lips against mine and made humming noises of pleasure.  My head
was swimming.  I almost passed out.  By itself, me hardly realizing it, my
tongue snaked out and licked his sweet lips.  He hummed louder and met my
tongue with his own, pushing mine into my mouth with force, dominating me.

Finally we separated.  I was panting.  He seemed more composed and was
grinning at me.  "That was excellent, no?  You have very kissable lips."

"I am afraid it was gay."

He snorted.  "Kissing is kissing, whether with a girl or a boy.  Don't be
so hung up on gender.  Just enjoy what life has to offer.".

We each went to our separate shower head and finished soaping up.  We stood
under the spray, washing off the soap.  We showed off to each other
shamelessly, handling our dicks and stroking them, turning and sticking out
our young asses at each other, when we heard voices.

"Let's get dried and then you are invited to my house.  I car is picking me
up in 15 min. at the south gate," he said, giving me a pleading look.

"Sure Jan, just let me phone my mom."

We waited outside the gate and before long a long black limo pulled up.  An
elderly driver came out and greeted us.  He held the door and the door of
us, giggling, sank into the soft leather seats.  It boasted drop seats.  He
opened one and sat facing me, rubbing his legs against mine.

At last we pulled up to the old Newfield Estate that had been unoccupied
for some time.  I always wanted to see the inside.  It was luxurious but
old, like the set of an old movie.

"No one's home," he said.  The servants aren't coming until tomorrow.  We
can order food in.  Father says so in the note.  Meanwhile, let's go
upstairs, I want to show you my room.  It's positively baronial."

He wasn't kidding.  His bed was a mile wide with curtains around it.

"Did your pop buy all this stuff?"

"No mate, it came with the rental of the house.  Come here Jeff, you look
good enough to eat."

I moved over to the bed where he sat, on the edge.

He put one strong hand on my shoulder and said, "Would you care to have a
go at my prick?"

"You mean do a blow job?"

"Yes friend.  Don't look so shocked.  Once you try it, you'll loved it.  I
know, I will."

He realized that I was a little shocked as I backed away from his reach and
sat down on a chair away from the bed.

He looked sad.  "I guess I've been beastly.  You are an innocent and you
must think I'm terribly gross.  Do forgive me, I don't want to do anything
to hurt our new friendship."

"It's just...I mean I do like you Jan, but I have to get used to your
attitude about this sex thing."

"I know," he said soothingly.  "Perhaps I ought to go first, let you see
how actually wonderful it is, and then you may decide to try it."

He got off the bed and shocked me by pulling off his soccer jersey and then
his shorts, followed by pulling down his funny underwear.  I say funny
because they were white, and long shorts.  European, I supposed.

He came over to me and knelt down and reached for my shorts.  I lifted my
body to help him.  In a second I was naked from the waist down and my penis
was sticking up and shaking with excitement.  He smiled up at me and opened
his mouth just enough to slip his lips over the head of my dick.
"O-o-o-o," I cried out.

He looked up.  "Nice, eh?"  I nodded.  "Shall I continue, eh, the lesson?"
I nodded again.

This time he wasted no time.  His wet lips held the head and his tongue
bathed it.

Again he pulled away.  "Sweet Jeff.  I know you are enjoying this, because
you are making some milk already."

I groaned.  "Oh please, don't chat so much.  Just do it again."

He laughed delightedly and this time he pushed forward and my entire prick
entered his boiling hot mouth and throat.  I had to hold myself not to
begin thrusting and fucking that mouth.  But I couldn't hold back from
mewling helplessly like a young calf.

I felt my balls whirling, wanting to cum.  Too much wanking had spoiled my
control.  I grabbed his chin and pushed him off.  "Jan, stop, I'm going to
spew."

He looked up at me, his mouth wet with spit and said hoarsely, "Babe, do
it.  I want to taste you."  He went back and swallowed my prick until it
was lodged in his throat.  He began swallowing rapidly and I screamed with
the intensity of my feelings.  My cock seemed to pull within itself and
then it got as long as ever it could and began spitting out my sperms,
;shot after shot.  It was both heavily and almost too much.

When he knew I had finished, he rocked back on his heels, spots of my
essence on his lips.  "That was outstanding.  I would rather suck you babe
than almost anything in the world, except..."

"Except what?" I asked feeling that I had taken second place to some
wonderful food or something.  "Except having your American mouth blowing my
Czech cock."

It was only fair.  And to tell you the truth, I wanted to feel him in my
mouth.  I got on the floor, and pushed him over unto his back.  I straddled
his silky legs and dove into his pubic jungle from which his long tube was
sticking up.  I licked the head.  It was dewy and sweet.  "Stop playing
around.  Do it now.  I need it bad."

I gave the side of his cute ass I wack.  "Don't get bossy, Euro-boi.  Close
your eyes and feel it."

I went back to his prick and slowly took it into my mouth, licking and
suckling it.  His tongue was lolling out and he was dripping saliva.  I
guess I was doing it right.  I began a faster motion.  It took longer for
him to reach the heights than me.  He was more experienced.  But my harder
and rapid sucking had the desired result.  He was cooing and moaning
continuously until he suddenly got quiet, I felt his cock grow stiffer and
longer.  He called out, almost angrily, "You bastard, you did it.  I can't
stop, I'm going to..."

His whole body shuddered and I felt a heavy discharge of yummy spooge hit
my tongue, he writhed on the floor, I had to hold him down as he pelted me
with six more heavy cums.  At last he stopped.

He looked at him worriedly.  He seemed unconscious.  "Oh Jan, are you
okay?"

His slitted eyes opened.  "That was the hardest I have ever cum.  Where did
you learn to do that?

"I guess I'm a natural."

"Can you sleep over.  I need a little time to recover, but I want more.
This time we do a mutual.  A sixty-nine.  You know about that?"

"Sure, I was always good in math,"


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