Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2010 08:50:09 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I'm in Love with Toby, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

***Now there is nothing XXX rated about the title, and that
   is all I want you to know if you are under 18 years of
   age.  Older dudes may find that inside this story, it is
   entirely different.  So bye, bye young kids...


Toby is in my home room.  He was last year too, but this year,
after the summer vacation he seems changed. I remember him last
year as a happy go lucky, small, skinny blond kid who was
generally popular.

Toby must have drunk fairy dust over the summer.  He was four
inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, some of it is nice
muscle.  He used to speak in a high squeaky voice.  No more.  He
sounded like a grown up with his full rich baritone, real sexy.

He sat diagonally forward, over one row.  I had a clear view of
the side of his face, one leg and...his crotch.  I noticed that
he often had a stiffy that showed pushing out his thin sport
shorts.  He must have a whopper.  The lovely arc of his muscular
calf had a little light blond hair that glinted in the shafts of
sun that came in the window. His honey blond hair fell into
perfect curls like a Greek statue. Oh that cheek, curving down to
his full lips.  (Oh that I were a glove upon that hand that I
might touch that cheek that's Shakespeare to you dummies.)

I was bathing my eyes in his beauty when suddenly he turned
around and fixed me with his electric blue eyes, his face in a
frown.  His hands gestured, palms up to saw "What the fuck?"  I
was busted.

I avoided looking at him for three days.  It was hard.  I had to
content myself with seeing him at gym class, laughing with his
friends and playing basketball.  He seemed so happy and so
comfortable with the other kids.  He laughed often.  Shit, what
gorgeous teeth.  And in gym, he wore very short, shorts and his
legs right up to his full thighs were exposed.  His skin was
honey and cream from his summer tan.

I walked home with Sue as usual.  She lives next door to me.  We
are like sister and brother.  She knows about my being hooked on
Toby.  She thinks he's hot too.  Today she turned to me, "Billy,
you can't go on like this. I think he'll want to hang out with
you.  You're probably the handsomest kid in school maybe too
beautiful.  Tell him you want to be his friend.  If he rejects
you, then you can quit thinking about him all the time.  You're
such a scared girlie boy."

Well as fortune would have it, the next day I was kicking a ball
around outside, during gym and Toby came up behind me.  "You're
Billy, right?  Why were you looking at me so hard that day, maybe
everyday?  You gay?"

I decided that if I said yes, he'd avoid me.  If I said no, it
would be a lie.  Actually I have never had sex with anyone, man,
woman or beast.  I am on the undecided list.

I looked him straight in the eye and seized the moment.  "Toby, I
was just admiring your new hot self after the summer."

What kid can not like a compliment?  His face broke into a shy
grin.  "You think I'm hot?"

"Definitely super hot."

He was quiet a moment and then asked a question.  That question
revealed that he had a history of sex with boys and sure was more
experienced than I.  "You like to do stuff?"

My face felt hot and my crotch bloomed out in excitement.  He
looked down at it and smiled. "I never did anything with anybody,
but I think I'd like to."

Oh bliss.  He put a warm hand on my bare shoulder and took
command.  "Meet me at the bottom of the school steps and walk me
home."

I had to find Sue to tell her that I wouldn't be walking with her
and for her to stop by my house and tell my Mom that I'd be late
coming home.

"Hey, you did it.  I'll tell your mother that you'll be playing
with a chum. Hah. Hey he lives in the opposite direction as our
houses.  You'll really be late."

I stopped at the boys' room and washed my face and hands before
heading out to wait at the steps.  Kids rushed by me to the buses
and stuff and pretty soon the stream stopped.  The school was
empty.  No Toby.  I felt like a fool, but then suddenly, he
appeared at the top of the stairs holding his tee shirt.  His
chest was bare.  He waved and smiled at me. "Sorry, I had
practice and..."

"No problem."

As we began to walk the eight blocks to his house, he seemed
reluctant to put on his shirt.  My Toby was a bit of a show off
but he had a lot to show.  His chest had the beginnings of a real
physique.  The best was that as his eyes were hidden when he put
the shirt on, I noticed that his belly button had light blond
hair on it and a line of it headed down into his red underwear.
Sweet!
"No one's home.  Good huh?"

"I guess."

"You ever smoked?"

"No, it's bad for you health."

"No I mean (and he put on a comical doom voice) drugs."

"No, but if you do, I'll try it."

He patted my head like a big brother.  "I know where my father's
stash is. Hey you got nice hair, real dark and your bangs go
right to your eyes."  He stopped dead and lifted my bangs.  I
began breathing deeply.  "Oh your eyes are milk chocolate brown.
Nice."

We reached his house.  He used his key and pushed me in, his arm
around my waist.  I almost turned toward him and kissed him, he
was so close.  I could smell him too, he had been playing ball in
the gym.  It was a delicious boyish sweat smell.

"You want something to drink?"

"Milk would be okay."

He threw back his head and laughed a long time.  I could see he
had a small Adam's Apple that bobbed.  "You're such a cutie.
Milk, hah.  Okay, milk for the little boy, unless you want a
beer."

"I never had beer.  I once had a sip and it was bitter."  I tried
to deepen my voice that hadn't changed much but was a little
thicker lately.  "But what the fuck, I'll have one."

He kept smiling at me as he opened the beers.  I felt like a
school project.  "Let take these to the back patio and I'll get
the J's."

I wasn't sure, but I expected that was the stuff.  I grabbed the
beers and went out, It was a perfect day, about seventy degrees
and I took one of the chezes out there.  Pretty soon he appeared,
smiling devilishly.  He had removed his tee shirt and his bare
upper body was there for me to ogle.

"Hey, make yourself comfortable.  It's warm.  Take off your
shirt."  I did it, being careful to do it the jock way, you know,
grabbing the opposite bottoms and whipping it over my head.

He giggled.  "When the shirt came off, your hair lifted up and
then fell back down perfectly and unmussed.  How you do that?"

"Don't know.  Hey this beer isn't bad," I said with false
authority and took another swig.  I had finished most of it
waiting for him.  Toby grabbed his beer and tilted it and just
kept guzzling until it was empty.  I enjoyed seeing his light
blond hair in his arm pits.

He saw me looking.  "Hey do you have hair there?"  He lifted my
arm.  "Oh hot fuck, you have a lot of black hair.  You're not
such a kid as I thought, but you ought to do some lifting to
tighten up your tummy.  It's too soft."  He accompanied that
remark with a circular motion on my belly.  He was two inches
from the head of my prick that was pointing upward in my shirts.

"Let's fire up." He took a rolled cigarette and lit it with a
match and took a deep drag.  He coughed a little.  "This is good
shit.  Dad pays plenty for it."

He handed me the joint.  I copied what he had done and somehow I
didn't cough.  He kept telling me, "Hold it, hold it."  I didn't
want to disappoint him.  When I finally expelled the smoke, I
looked at him and he seemed a little blurry.

"You're smiling," he said triumphantly, "You're fucking stoned
already.  You are so cute."

I was glad I pleased him and took another deep hit.  This time it
seemed to go straight to my penis.  I felt horny as hell.  "What
stuff did you mean?"

He laughed gleefully and took a couple of small inhales.  "Just
make each other feel good."  He got up and sat on my lounge.
Let's start this way."

He put his arm around my neck and pulled me up slightly and
pressed his lips on mine.  I felt as if this was something I had
been waiting for all my life and I kissed him back hungrily, over
and over.

We separated.  "Hey slow down tiger.  We have lots of time before
the 'rents come home." But his hand was on my chest and he
fingered my nipple.  It seemed to be connected with my prick and
I almost spilled over from the feeling.

He looked down at me.  "You're ready to play.  Lets go up to my
room."

End Part One