Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 09:43:23 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Fumbling Toward Sex, Part Three" by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends

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


The following week was busy with midterm exams.  Both boys
cracked the books each day after school and put in over an hour
each night.  There were no meetings for doing stuff.  There
esthetic, monkish time paid off.  The test papers when opened
were a gift as they covered the exactly the material they had
studied.  How often does that happen?

Walking out after the last test, Chase sidled up to Wylie and
spoke out of the corner of his mouth, like a movie gangster.
"Hey sweet boy, I ben missin' you.  Fact is, my whole body is
missin' you."

Wylie was a little shocked at the intimate way his friend was
speaking, almost as if Wylie had an obligation to mess around
with him.  But in a way, his penis lurched at the intimacy and a
familiar longing made his voice husky.

"It's back to the barn because they're home now, at least my mom
is."

Chase smiled showing his excellent teeth, "I'm a hayseed anyways
so a little more hay won't matter."

Wylie's slight resistance melted away as he slipped into his old
romantic love of the tall boy.  "Great, let's go.  There's
something I want to talk to you about once we get in the loft."

"Yeah the loft, our honeymoon motel, he he."

Up in the loft, today really too hot to spend time there as the
late spring sun heated the rafters.  They automatically got
undressed and Chase took the lead in reestablishing their
lovingness.  He stroked the small boy's check like a maiden aunt
and delivered five light kisses on the boy's puffy mouth, leaving
his breathless and smiley.

Chase asked, "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh yeah, this is sort of difficult to talk about but I've been
thinking hard about something."

"Yeah?"

"You remember when I was using my mouth on your penis and I put a
finger back there on you and you went ape over it.  You liked it
and it made you feel great, right?"

"Yeah, but I think I know what you're thinking about, corn
holing, right?"

"Well yes."

"I admit it was crazy good, your finger, but I'm not up for
anythin' as radical as being...might as well say the
word...fuckin.'"

"I know you'd love it."

"Maybe so sweets, but I jes caint, leastways now.  Maybe in the
future, who knows."

They were both quiet.  Wylie was obviously disappointed.  He had
been fantasizing, with real mental pictures, of Chase, his legs
in the air and he, Wylie lying between them, his penis inserted
into the hot hole and pushing and lurching away.  In his dreams,
Chase was overcome with passion and he urged him the fuck faster.
But here it was, he was against it.

"Tell you what Wy, if'n you want to do somethin' lak that, and
you're willin' I could accommodate you 'ceptin' I'd be the one on
top."

Whoa, that didn't jibe with Wylie's fantasies.  He made a quick
adjustment and the first thing he noticed was a dull pain in his
butt hole from just thinking about it, but he looked at Chase's
earnest, sweet face and he softened.

"I surely trust you over all the people on Earth.  If you want to
try it, if it is something you want, I will do it for you, but
friend, I am really fearful."

Chase put his bare arms around his shivering friend.  "I would
never do anythin' to hurt you.  I'll be so gentle you will love
it."  He finished those words and slowly and gently pushed the
curly blond boy onto his back and leaned over and kissed him
tenderly.  Almost automatically Wylie felt his legs rising and
his put them on Chase's bony hip bones.  His secret place was
entirely exposed and vulnerable.  He began to sweat.

If their making out was like sexual kindergarten this new
adventure was college.  Part of him yearned to have Chase enter
him; that would be his possession of the gangly boy forever, but
a small part of him felt whorish, that this was a departure from
the tenderness of before.  He had little time to muse further as
he felt Chase's prong head touching his tender, puckered ass
hole.  Instinctively he closed it tight, but Chase was able to
talk him into a surrender.

"Dear Wy, I know you love me.  Don't shut me out, let me in,
please."

Wylie willed his ring of muscles to relax and he eyes sprung open
in surprise as the head of his friend's cock entered and stopped
just inside.  It felt as if he needed to shit, but Chase's moist
body and breath were close to him and he accepted the feeling.
His own penis began to stiffen and that gave him courage to
whisper.  "Go in, deeper, but be careful I'm scared."

Chase kissed the boy's forehead in gratitude, he was drunk with a
need to move, to fuck, to empty his full balls.  He was fast
losing his regard for his partner and beginning to think only of
himself.

With a grunt of pleasure in entered a bit at a time.  He watched
Wylie's face, seeing it go from scrunched up worry to relaxation
and finally to the beginnings of a smile of pleasure.

"How ya doin' kiddo?" Chase asked with more bravura than concern.

"It's good, mainly because it's you in me."

Chase laughed in triumph.  He had won the contest. The boy was
his to play with and bring him overwhelming pleasure.  He reared
back and entered again with vigor.  Wylie moaned.  It felt
audacious and sexy but somehow he was being disrespected he felt.

Chase was beyond worry about his beautiful friend, he was heaving
heavy breaths and his cock was stiffer than it had ever been.
His balls were drawn up right again the bottom of his penis and
each time he thrust in, the rim of his bottom boy's ass hole
rubbed them.

He began to feel that he was ponderously pushing through heavy
air as his ejaculation was shimmering seductively on the horizon.
Below him, Wylie was grunting with each of his thrusts, maybe a
little uncomfortably, still Wylie felt his cock getting close to
that scary feeling.

"Are you almost ready to spill over?" he asked.

"Why ya ask, ain't you happy with this California boi, Dude?"

"Yeah, I'm glad it's making you happy.  When you're happy, I'm
happy, but I want you to do it."

"Okay, little boy," he said, his voice almost strangled by his
orgasm beginning to envelop him.  "Git ready, I'm goin' hose you
kid."

He grabbed Wylie's hair in his hand and pulled it painfully as he
slipped into a mighty orgasm and ejaculation.  Wylie felt hot
slime greasing his passage and the pain mixed with pleasure as he
began pulsing his own cum.

When they separated and began to dress, even the less sensitive
boy, Chase knew that something had changed between then.  As far
as Wylie was concerned, he loved the intense experience shared,
but he vowed never to allow Chase or any other boy to fuck him.

The boys remained friendly but there were no more visits to the
barn or anywhere else for sex.  Chase was hooked on his fucking
experience and he was able to recruit another boy from school for
his games.  The boy was tall like him, didn't like kissing and
Chase missed that, but he dominated the kid and that was
intoxicating.

As the months went by Wylie began to grow.  His baby face became
more angular and he developed blond fuzz on his face.  He got
lots of hot looks from others and he was in no rush, he could
pick and choose now.

End of story