Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 15:58:25 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "David and Peter, Boys in Lust, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Young Friends

"David and Peter, Boys in Lust, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Young Friends


	If you read the title fast, you may think it says
	"Boys Lost".  You read wrong.  This is not
	Hansel and Gretal.  Uh,uh, this is two dirty
	(but yummy) boys who have a yet unrealized
	thing for each other.  If you are under 18,
	you will have to wait for the result of that
	itch or urge, wait until you are over 18,
	then you may return.

Here are two kids, both in the same tenth grade, but they could not have
been different to the naked (yeah, I'll get to that) eye.  David was
fourteen; Peter fifteen.  David was getting lanky, but he pretty much
looked like a twelve-year old, smooth, high-voiced, but cute enough to make
you want to kiss his button nose.  Of course, Peter never thought that,
even in his mind.  That would be too queer, and he was definitely not
queer, even though being real close to David on sleepovers, when he could
smell his sweet odor like milk, when...oh shit, even I am getting excited.

Peter could pass easily for seventeen.  He spoke in a crackly teen voice,
but his body was strong, 5' 8", hairy in the legs and a little down growing
on his chest.  David thought that was the hottest, most wonderful piece of
real estate in the world.  Except, that is, Peter's pubic area.  Peter had
a nice swinging, hairy peter and below that, long hanging balls.  "Quit
looking at my garbage," he'd say to David, but gently.  Secretly he loved
the way his buddy admired him.  It made him get hard.

"Hey Pete.  Did you realize that David and Peter sound like Damon and
Pythias.  At least the first letters.  Do you think there is any
significance to that?"  He giggled and Peter swatted him with the back of
his hand.

"Davy, they were lovers, don't even think about that.  Don't get all kissy
and girlie with me."  But he felt warm all over by the reference.

The boys were addicted to climbing.  They lived in upper New York State in
the Finger Lakes area.  There were plenty of hills that were just hard
enough to climb that they provided fun for the boys.  Today they are at the
base of one of those promontories.  They were dressed in sneaks, tee shirts
and hiking shorts.  The weather was balmy, their spirits and energy were
high.  They quickly scrambled up the hill, reaching the first level area.
They stopped and rested a moment.  They were both smiling at each other and
breathing hard from the unnecessary speed of their ascent.  Peter glanced
at Davy's long smooth legs sticking out of his very brief shorts.  "Nice,
he thought, as pretty as any girls."  He had an urge to run his hand along
that smooth thigh that was shiny with boy-sweat at the moment.

Davy rested his head against a vertical rock, fashioned perfectly as a
backrest.  He felt content as he always did with his hero friend beside
him.  He considered himself lucky that such an older-looking teen would
spend time with him, but he knew that he, Davy worked hard and keeping Pete
happy to be with him.  He gave him many compliments and fetched for him,
you know, cokes and stuff, when they were at the house.  He also kept some
fuck CDs hidden so Davy could watch with him.  They were careful not to
intrude on the lassitude that overtook them as they watched, all their
blood going to their dicks.  Pete, after awhile would excuse himself to
"take a piss."  Davy knew his friend was going to whack off, no doubt.  He
wished he could watch.  While Pete was in the john, Davy quickly took out
his peter.  He had no pubic hair, but his peter was pretty grown up, at
least five inches.  He couldn't make sperm, but the feelings were so good,
he'd almost pass out.  He was sure Peter could sperm, seeing as he had
hairy legs and forearms.

Davy was shook out of his sexual reverie by the sound of Pete's even
breathing.  "Shit," Davy thought, "The warm sun and light breeze put him
under.  'Sides, he'd probably tired from the climb."  He moved closer and
timed his breathing to Peter's.  Davy's cock was stiff in his shorts, and
he wished he could rub it until he got that good feeling, but this was not
the place.

He noticed Pete's arm muscle, exposed by his tight, pulled up tee shirt
sleeve.  There was a blue vein running along it.  It sure looked hot.  He
stared down at Pete's face and smiled at the sleep frown on his face.  He
got close enough to smell Pete's breath as it puffed out of his partly
closed mouth.  It was sweet; it was pure Pete.  He couldn't help it, he was
overcome with tenderness for his friend.  He leaned down and kissed the
puffy lips.  Immediately Pete threw his arms around the slim boys back,
then he woke up fully.  "Fuck your doing?"

"Why did you hug me?"

"I don't know.  I guess I was dreaming about a girl or something.  Get off
me.  Let's get going, we're only halfway up."

Pete led the way.  He stood on top of the flat area and pulled himself up
onto the first large rock.  Davy followed his lead.  Somehow Pete seemed
lazy today.  He stopped, his chest resting on the rock, his legs spread,
each one on a different rock-bulge.  His short pants were gapping.  Davy
could see his hairy thighs and on into the darker area, covered with hair.

Davy's began breathing hard.  This was getting him really wrought up.
"What's wrong?" Pete said, not unkindly.  "You tired too?"

"Just stay as we are a few minutes," Davy said, his voice hoarse and
croaking.  Pete knew that there was something sexy going on.  He felt his
cock growing stiff.

He waited.  He knew something was going to happen.  Then he felt Davy's
warm boyish hand reach up and felt it sliding into the opening in his
shorts.  Davy had never done anything like this before, but Pete sensed
many times that his pal was goofy for him.  He let the hand move upwards
until he felt it touch his hard cock.  He had to speak.  "Dave, you
shouldn't do that."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Naw.  You can do it a little, but don't ever tell anyone about this."

Davy just said, "H-m-m," but he was gasping with excitement and cupped his
hand the way he did when he jerked off.  He slipped that cupped hand over
Pete's stiff cock.  It felt real hot and stiff, and big; bigger than his by
inches.  He heard Peter moan slightly.  He took that as encouragement and
he separated his thumb from the other fingers and wiped it across Pete's
cock head.  He felt a slippery feeling.  Pete moaned even louder.

"Davy, you got me all hot.  You better finish the job."

"You mean?  Here?"

"Yeah, or I'm die."

Davy tightened his hold on the pulsing cock and began to stroke it the way
he liked to be stroked.  Pete was almost crooning in pleasure.  "Yeah,
that's right.  I'm goin' nut in a minute.  Pull it out so it doesn't get on
my pants."

Davy, holding his breath pulled the prick out into the bright sunlight. The
head was sticking out of its cover and was moist and red.  He had a thick
vein running on the bottom side.  The whole organ curved up provocatively.
Davy loved this part of Pete like...like he just couldn't express.  He
longed to kiss the organ, maybe to take it into his mouth, but for this
time, he lovingly stroked and stroked and thrilled to the gibberish and
moaning sounds of his pal.  He felt that he was doing him and favor,
showing his, well, love for him.  He determined not to stop until Pete
spermed.

Suddenly, Pete grabbed Davy's slim, busy hand.  "Slow down.  I..." he
couldn't speak, his orgasm was on him.  His legs moved in a fucking motion,
his mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes rolled upwards and his cock
began coughing up streams of spooge.  Davy loved every moment of his
control and power over Pete.  He almost went into one of his dry orgasms,
but he controlled himself.  The rock next to Pete was soaked with his boy
milk and some was dripping down.  Davy wished he could taste it, but the
sex moment was quickly passing.

Pete climbed down to the flat rock where Davy was standing.  He grabbed
Davy, one hand on each of the boy's cheeks.  He looked deeply into his
eyes.  "You-must-never-mention-this-to anyone.  Promise me right now!"

Davy felt the moment was his.  He smiled cheekily.  "I'm glad you enjoyed
it.  Anytime you want to nut, ask me.  As to not telling anyone, I won't if
you do one thing."

"What's that?" asked Pete warily.

"If you kiss me on the lips."

"Isn't that kinda gay?"

"I don't give a fuck.  Do it, or else."

Peter leaned forward and put his lips on the younger boy's lips and held
them there.  Davy put his hand on the back of Peter's neck and pulled him
forward.  In a moment, Peter caught fire and kissed Davy hard, his tongue
slipped between Davy's lips.  They continued for many heartbeats until
finally Peter pulled back.  He stared at Davy.  Finally he punched him, not
to hard, in the chest.  "Hey, you're a pretty good kisser."

"Yeah and I give hand jobs too."

They both laughed, each knowing that a bridge had been crossed.


End part one.

Part two gets deeper into the boys sexual climb.