Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 09:59:56 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'Fumbling Toward Sex, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

"Fumbling Toward Sex, Part Two" by Jay Roberts
                                   Gay Young Friends


The next day at school the boys had difficulty looking at each
other without slipping into jaw breaking smiles.  Any fellow
student with any sense at all must surely have guessed what was
up with those two.

At the end of the school day, they met on the bottom of the steps
and headed for Wylie's farm.  The main house was empty and while
they drank some milk and ate Graham crackers, Chase read the note
Scotch taped to the frig.  "I left at three to meet Dad in town.
Dinner for warming in refrigerator, Mom."

They laughed in glee, and Chase waggled his eyebrows
suggestively.  There was mischief in the air and both boys were
flushed and excited.

"We don't need to git hay all over us.  We kin "play" in yer
room."

They practically gulped down the snack and they headed upstairs,
it was not lost on either of them that they were removing their
shirts on the way up.  Once inside the room, they took off the
rest of their clothes and rushed into each other's arms, their
bare chest against bare chest, lips pressing against each other.

When they separated, Wylie sat down on the bed and Chase joined
him.  He put a hand on the taller boy's shoulder and looked him
earnestly in his pale blue eyes.

"Chase I've been thinking about something that happened
yesterday.  Remember that you spit on your hand and then went
back to doing it and it got a hundred times better feeling."

"Ye-e-e-s?"

"Well there's something to wetness, maybe spit wetness
especially."

"So what's that mean?"

"Maybe we ought to try going to the source."

Chase scratched his messy hair.  "The source?  You mean lick
prick?"

"Exactly." He lowered his voice.  "I heard of it as a regular
thing.  It's called sucking."

Chase clapped his hands together.  "Sound hot.  Let's try it.
Lay back and I'll do you."

In a moment, Wylie's blond curly head was resting on his clasped
arms behind his head.  Chase looked down at him a bit, thinking
he sure looked like those Botticelli angels in the picture in his
art book.  Wylie's eyes were closed and he was breathing noisily
waiting for the event.

The prone boy's penis was half lifted from it's nest on top of
his ball sac.  Chase came within a few inches of it.  At that
distance he suddenly noticed that on the base there were a few
strands of pale blond hair.  "Hey boy, you got some hairs down
there."

Wylie giggled a bit then fell back in his tense waiting.  Chase's
mouth, for some reason, was watering and he stuck out his long
tongue and swiped it across Wylie's cock head.  Wylie's stomach
pulled in sharply.

"Didn't you lak that?  Should I stop?"

"No Wy, please don't stop.  It made me hard as could be, it must
be the right way."

Chase's mouth was still filling with saliva and he leaned down
again and licked his friend stubby penis all over.  He knew he
was doing the right thing and doing it right 'cause Wylie was
mewling like a new calf.

So the licking kept up until Wylie lifted his head and put his
hand on the licker's head.  "You might try...you know...sucking."

Chase had been wrestling with getting to it.  This request
settled it.  He used his tongue to lift the younger boy's rampant
penis and his hot wet lips encircled the head.  It tasted
wonderful and it brought back a dim memory of nursing.

When his lips hit their mark, Wylie opened his eyes in surprise
at the powerful feeling it invoked.

Chase felt avid feelings impelling him to go into a soft
suckling.  He enjoyed doing it and his own cock was pulsing in
excitement. He now had Wylie's prick completely in his mouth and
he was sucking fast and hard.  Wylie was in full moan and he was
thrashing around on the bed, his legs lifting and lowering in
delicious agony.  Suddenly he called out and his body stiffened.
He called hoarsely, "Something's happening.  I'm afraid I'm going
to piss in your mouth.  You better back off."

Chase had no intention of stopping.  He was determined to give
his pal the greatest feelings he could.  Now something was
different.  The boy's penis seemed to elongate and began pulsing.
At the same time it spit into his mouth, sweet boy stuff.

When Wylie could breath normally, Chase announced, "You're a man
now.  You made milk."  He slapped his friend on the side of his
arse.  They hugged and tumbled around until Wylie pushed Chase
away.  "Settle down farm boy, time for your treatment."

Sweet faced Wylie could get a little bossy at times and this was
one of them.  It was easy to order Chase around because he would
do anything to bring about his release.  He was new at this and
didn't realize that he was cum starved, but he was.

"Stand in front of me.  That way I can get good access to your
long horn and your swinging balls."

Just the words and Wylie's attitude was getting the local boy
hot.  He stood up, his knees were shaking a bit and he pushed his
front out toward to coming source of pleasure.  Wylie took that
warm, soft, full ball sac in his hand and held it.  "Oh, oh,"
sighed Chase.  But there was more to come as Wylie gently swung
those balls back and forth and tickled the back of them.  He had
learned this by experimenting on himself.

Then he took the big head of Chase's cock in his mouth and
fastened his lips just around that rim in back of the head and
licked the head like a lolly pop.  Poor Chase was going into
total bliss and he sagged a bit.  Wylie held the back of his
knees to steady him but secretly he smiled at the potent effect
his lovemaking was having on the tall boy.

As he slid the long penis into his mouth and opened his throat
and allowed it to slip in, Chase mumbled something.  Then he said
it again, "Love you city boy."

Wylie got an idea that he thought would intensify his country
pal's coming.  He wet his finger until it was dripping and he
reached back of his friend's balls and tickled that secret place.
He was pleased with the reaction.  Wylie was almost hiccupping
and grunting like a pig in shit.  Then he reached further back
and found the boy's wrinkled skin that guarded his ass passage.

He rubbed it.  Chase howled with pleasure and began shaking all
over.  Wylie figured he must have found the pleasure spot of all
pleasure spots for Chase.  He got bolder and slid the tip of his
finger into the steamy opening.

Chase slightly bent his knees and separated his legs and thrust
his slim ass out for pleasuring.  "You like that you ass boy.
I'm going in and we'll see what happens."

He slid his cheeky finger down to the first knuckle and found a
slight swelling there.  He rubbed it and tasted spurts of pre cum
landing on his sucking tongue.  It was honey and it came from the
boy he loved.  He almost said, "Yum, yum."

But now Chase was weak from the clever ramped up suck job.  He
slowly slid down to the floor onto his back.  Wylie followed him
down, never losing his mouth hold on the boy.  Once the kid was
on his back, Wylie decided it was time for him to have his
beautiful orgasm and ejaculation.  He firmed his lips on the
stiff cock and got his tongue swirling around the shaft.  Chase
was grunting wildly and tossing his head back and forth.
Suddenly he let out a sound as if he was afraid.  He was.  Afraid
that the crashing cum would be more than he could stand.

He put his hand on Wylie's head, tangle in the curls and grabbed
some, pulling it painfully as he tumbled down the cum hell.  His
body was rigid and his mouth set into a rictus, almost of pain
and fear.  Then, as if a dam broke, he brimmed over, then pulsed
a strem, then forcefully shot streams of sweet rural boy milk
into Wylie's frantically sucking mouth.

Wylie sucked out the last of the offering and then held his pal's
cock in his loving mouth until the strained hardness relaxed a
bit and finally shrunk and fell out.

Chase cleared his throat a few times before he could speak.
"That was outstanding.  How much do I owe you?"

"There's not enough money in the world to pay for that treatment,
but it's on the house."

"Got to roll.  See I'm already talking lak a California duke."

"Okay, but I got some ideas for next time."

"Yeah?  What?"

"Can't tell you yet, but it concerns your ass."

"Ooooh," Chase said, feeling a strange needy feeling in his ass.


End Chapter two