Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 08:30:29 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "His Friend's Size Makes a Difference."

====I didn't write this story for young guys under 18 and I ask that you do
not stay.  I also didn't write this for people who hate gay porno.  Stay
away.  All others More than welcome.


Barry and Billy were both thirteen, but you would never guess that because
they looked so difference.  Barry was 5'10" while Billy was 5'4".  Barry
could pass for seventeen with his deep voice, and if undressed, with his
hairy armpits and crotch hair.  He also had an incipient moustache that
Billy admired greatly.  In fact there was not much that Billy didn't admire
about Barry.  I'm afraid to report that Barry often was a shit head and
took advance of his smaller friend.  Barry loved Black Crow candy and
directed Billy to carry it with him...always.  Barry would hold out his
hand and say "Black Crow" and Billy would deposit one on Barry's palm.  No
thanks, only a grunt that Billy took to me a thanks.

Their relationship wasn't always this way.  They knew each other since 6th
grade.  Then they were both little kids.  They giggled together and learned
about boy sex together.  But Barry suddenly matured.  He was no longer a
little kid.  He had grown up ideas about his sexuality now that excluded
Billy.

Up to a year ago, when they were still pre-adolescents they had exciting
and tender sex together.  They loved 69ing the best.  They were suck away
at each other's small cocklets until the dry orgasm overcame them as they
shook and moaned and enjoyed the electric currents running up and down
their spines.  The kids would be exhausted after that and they would
snuggle together and nap, like tired puppies.

All this was in the past and Billy missed it greatly.  Once in a while,
Barry would get horny and give Billy the privilege of giving him a blowjob.
Barry was not blind, Billy may have looked babyish, but he had thick blond
hair, blue eyes and skin like a girl.  His naturally red mouth was a turn
on as he suckled Barry.  A return favor was never offered in return.

Now Barry had cache because of he early maturity, but he was not very
handsome.  His nose was too prominent on his thin face and his body was
slim and rangy.  Billy, nevertheless, thought Barry was the sexiest guy in
school.

One of the things that saddened Billy was that Barry had fallen in love, or
at least lust, with Frank Western.  Frank was also a Middle School senior,
also mature, but was very glamorous and the whole school admired him. He
looked like someone from the cast of one of those teen shows, big brown
eyes, wavy reddish-blond hair and perfect mouth and teeth.  Girls swooned,
guys secretly got hard ons.  Barry and Billy were once buddies.  Now Billy
had become a stooge, almost a slave to Barry.  This fact prompted Barry to
enlist poor Billy in his plan to "hook up" with Frank Western.  One day, in
the cafeteria Barry and Billy were eating lunch.  Barry was mooning over
Frank whom he could see across the room at the jock's table.

"Billy, could you do a favor for me."

"Sure, soon as I finish my frank and soda.  What's up?"

"Frank kinda likes you.  I've seen him pat your head and give you a nice
smile.  Try to feel him out about how he feels about me."

Billy shrugged and walked slowly over to the jock table.  Frank saw him
coming and called out a "hey".  Barry listened as hard as he could to catch
what was being said.  "Hey back to you big guy," said Billy in his flutey
soprano.

"You look like you have something on your mind.  Come over here."  Frank
good-naturedly grabbed the kid and wrestled him onto his lap.  "Come on
cutey, give me a lap dance."

Billy happy to be the center of attention wiggled around on the big guys
legs.  Frank felt himself getting a stiffy so he pushed him off.  "Look at
the kids red lips, natural too.  Kiddo you are too pretty to be a guy."
Frank surprised himself as well as Billy as he gave him a kiss on the
cheek.

Billy cleared his throat and assumed his messenger role.  "You know my
friend Barry over there.  I think he likes you and wants to know if you
want to hang out sometime."  Billy knew that he had altered the message,
but this was what Barry really wanted to know.

Barry, his leg shaking back and forth was dying waiting for the report.
Billy made his way back to the table, enjoying making Barry wait.  "He says
he'll think about it."

Well Frank and Barry didn't get together before the summer vacation and
graduation that was only a few weeks away.  Then came the plans for summer.
Barry went up to Cape Cod to stay with his uncle who had a boat.  Billy
went to Scout camp as he had done each year.

Barry got back late August.  He headed down to Main Street and the Sweet
Shoppe.  He figured he'd run into everyone around there.  He ordered a
coffee float and was watching the kid put it together when he heard a voice
behind him.  It was one of those adolescent hoarse voices that kids get
when their changed voices are still unsettled.  He could see the owner of
the voice in the mirror in front of him.  The tall kid vaguely resembled
Billy.

"It is you, Billy.  Shit, you look so different."  And he did.  His baby
fat cheeks had disappeared, leaving lean ones with dimples.  He had grown a
manly chin.  His baby fat body was transformed into a nice rangy aspect.

"Yeah, I had my puberty during the summer."  He laughed in a new manly way.
"Incidentally, call me Bill like everyone does at scout camp.  Eh, I guess
I should tell you that Frank and I hooked up.  Yeah, it's a relationship
with benefits."  He laughed again.  "I guess I won that one."

"Makes no nevermind to me.  I don't think I ever really wanted him.  I got
other irons in the fire."

"Sure, I guess you must.  Maybe we can get together, you know the four of
us...if you got you guy."

"Whatever."

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