Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 09:19:06 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "David and Peter, Boys in Lust, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Youth

A week passed since the incident on the climb.  Nether boy said anything
about it to each other.  No doubt they thought about it a lot, because
there was a little tension that spoiled their usual camaraderie.  This
tension became palpable when Davy called Peter on his cell phone and
invited him to sleep over.  "My folks will be away and I think they will be
more comfortable knowing that you are in the house with me."

"Sure.  I can do it."

The night of the sleep over, Peter arrived carrying a small backpack with
his stuff.  He pointed mentioned that he brought his razor.  "Big deal!"
Davy shot back, but he was impressed.

Davy also did not fail to notice that Peter was wearing the same shorts
that he worn on the climb and this began to make Davy a bit hot in the
crotch.

They ordered in a pizza, hit Davy's dad's beer stach to wash it done.  "He
won't mind if we each have one, but actually they each had three and were a
bit wobbly as the headed upstairs.  When they were in Davy's room, he
asked, "Do you want to watch TV?"

They both knew that he meant CD porno.  "Naw," said Peter.  He was
surprised at his own refusal, but he wasn't honest to admit that he was
anxious to get into bed with his young handsome friend to see what would
happen.  He couldn't forget the hot experience of a week ago.

Davy did him one better.  "I always sleep nude.  Do you mind?"  (If truth
were known, he never sleep nude.)

"It's Jake with me, just keep your dick away from my ass."  There it was,
out in the open, mentioning sex.

Davy didn't reply, but he was secretly glad that sex was in his hunky
friend's mind and buzzing his friend's cock.  The near future looked
v-e-e-r-y interesting."

Neither boy realized that they was rushing to get into bed.  Neither one
took their night's piss or even brushed their teeth.  They tumbled into
bed, each lying on their back, careful not to be touching their sides
together.  Pete was the first one to talk and take the lead.  "You know
Dave, I haven't been out on a date with a girl, and if it happens I don't
know how to get here to fuck, you know.  Now we did practice a few
smooches, and I appreciate that.  It might help, and we could do some more.
But what I really want to do is to practice fucking with you."

"Whew!!!!" thought Davy, that was more than I ever thought he'd say.  Now
how should I respond?  He cleared his thoughts and his voice came out
squeaky and, well, awfully young.  "You mean practice fucking on me...corn
holing me?"

"Yeah, I hope you're not mad.  I just thought..."

"I'm not mad.  Just to prove it, let's try that kissin' stuff again."  He
turned toward Peter and leaned down and pressed his lips on Peter's.

"Geez, your lips are so hot.  Are you okay?"

"Couldn't be better."  He resumed the kissing and then moved his body so
his lower part was across Peter's middle.  He could feel Peter's cock stiff
against him.  He smiled and thought, that the battle was half won.  He knew
from before that when Peter was stiff, he'd agree to anything.

Peter caught his breath after that long kiss with a lot of tongue action
making them breathless.  "Are you ready to help me practice my fucking
technique?"

"Sure," Davy said, croaking it out.

Peter got out of bed and stood on the Davy's side.  He grasped Davy's long
young legs and pulled Davy forward until his perky ass was at the edge of
the mattress.  Then he lifted his legs and put one on each side of his
hipbone.  Davy's ass was lifted in this position and the halves of his
melons were separated and his pink, puckered asshole was exposed.  Peter
could have sworn that it seemed to be kissing the air.

"Are you ready?  I will go real slow.  It should go in easy cause I'm
leaking slippery pre cum all over the head."

He placed his cock head right at Davy's anis.  Davy stiffened a bit.  He
was caught between wanting to envelop Peter completely to possess him, and
partly afraid of the pain that his penis might cause.  His ring tightened,
but Peter knew exactly what to do.  He leaned down, extended his thumbs and
began flicking them over Davy's sensitive nubbies.  David's eyes opened
wide at the sensation and at the same time his ass hole opened wide to
receive his friend's stiff prick.  Peter pushed in about two inches and
waited.

Davy was breathing like a race horse who just won a race.  His face was
bright red and that blush extended right down to the middle of his chest.
Peter smiled inwardly.  Davy was his sex toy to enjoy.  The boy was totally
in his power.  He grunted out, "Do you want me to move a little?"

"Yeah, try it, just a little."

Well, Peter's cock was right on top of Davy's prostate.  He didn't know
about it or even what a prostate was, but Peter did.  He slightly drew out
and then rapidly went back to the same position.  These short strokes were
massaging the young boys hard nut prostate and bring waves of electricity
all over his body.  He was moaning helplessly, caught in a plethora of
overwhelming feelings.  His head was wheeling left to right and back again.
Peter got worried.  "Are you okay?"

"I've never felt better.  Let's go for the gold.  Move in slowly."

Peter pushed his prick in a few more inches.  Shit, it felt so good, so hot
in Davy's tract.  He had to grit his teeth not to spew right then and
there.  He pushed again, and this time his pubic hair was right against the
smooth cheeks of the 14 year old.  Davy's eyes were spinning and
glistening.  He thought he had entered heaven.  The full feeling made his
happy in the knowledge that he enveloping his friend totally.  He didn't
know where it came from, but his voice came out strongly, "Don't be a
weenie, fuck me hard.

That's all that Peter was waiting for.  He backed up and slammed down,
stimulation Davy's whole area.  "Again," husked Davy.  And again and again
the older boy, his eyes closed in ecstasy fucked his friend.  Suddenly he
knew that the end was near.  He was feeling those family signs of
ejaculation.  No squeezing of his ass muscles could help.  He was at the
top of a ski slope and the only way was down to a crashing orgasm.

Even though we was thinking about his coming climax, he couldn't help
seeing that his friend's prick was brimming over with spooge.  "Hey", he
thought, "The kids going to nut for the first time."

Davy groaned out, "Pete, something's happening.  My prick is broken or
something.  I'm afraid I'm going to pee."

Peter stroked Davy's cheek.  "It's not pee.  You've suddenly become a man.
That's sperm.  You're going to blow right now."

As he said it, he began shagging his friend vigorously and in a moment the
boy's cock brimmed over and spilled white stuff out of the piss hole and
ran over Peter's hand.  His happiness at bringing this event about was
suddenly eclipsed by the arrival of his own shattering cum.  His body
stiffened like a fish out of water.  He began uttering short "uhs".  Then
the fountain at the end of his prick began.  His orgasm wasn't a spill
over, it was a rapid fire water cannon.  The feeling was deliriously
wonderful and he luxuriated in it.

Davy watched his friend's face as Peter fell into his passion and it
thrilled Davy.  He wished he could kiss his friend.  Soon Peter's climax
came to an end.  Davy saw his face change from the strains of the orgasm to
his old friendly face.  Peter smiled down at him.  "Hi pal.  That was
really somethin', right?"

"It was okay.  I had better." Davy said, but then he laughed.  "You are one
hot dude.  The girls are going to love your technique, but save a few for
me."

End