Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2007 15:25:16 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Kevin Lets Us Play With It" by Jay Roberts  gay young friends

Oh no you don't, you under 18 year old.  Oh no, not wanted here by the
author, your parents, your community, your church and a whole bunch of
other people.  Come back to this stuff when you are over 18.  The rest of
you, if you can stand it.....stay and enjoy.


Who is Kevin in the title?  I'm glad you asked.  Kevin is assistant
lifeguard on ------Beach in California.  His boss on that elevated stand
with the chair on top is Joey, a thirty-year old loser.  Kevin is still in
high school, he's seventeen.  Kevin is the most beautiful human I have ever
seen.  He makes Zac Efron look like Frankenstein.  Kevin is on the swim
team in my high school and that partly accounts for his outstanding body
with pecs that stick out in rounded beauty, with nipples pulled to the side
by the muscles.  He is a white blond who tans darkly, what a sight.  His
white blond, curly hair forms a helmet like the sun on his head and his
hairless chest gleams in the California sun.  You should see his strong
legs, covered with a hazy of pale blond hair, even the tops of his insteps
has it and makes his tan feet look so scrumptious.  This is a boy who
drives girls and even straight males crazy.

I am Joey, only thirteen, but I am way ahead in the development race with
Mikey, who is the same age, but still looks like a ten year old.  Mikey has
a little boy weenie, but it gets hard just like my big boy one.  I've got
some hairs growing around it and my ball bag is pretty big and I have two
golf balls inside.  Mikey admires me greatly, but when it comes to getting
excited, it's Kevin by a mile.  We two dopes set up everyday at the bottom
of his raised chair and moon over him.  We watch the girls stop by to flirt
and some get pretty forward.  One girl, who I know is my age and in my
class rubs his cute foot and I've seen a big stiffy rise in his red nylon
shorts.  He ignores it and just keeps twirling his whistle, around and
around, smiling faintly with his puffy, kissable lips and his blue eyes
glinting through his narrowed lids.

Sometimes Kevin treats us like his servants.  "Hey Joey and Mikey.  Get me
a coke."

He never gives us the money, but we are thrilled to be asked and we run up
across the burning sands to the refreshment area to get it.

He grunts when we give it to him, that's supposed to take the place of a
thanks.

Today something wonderful happened.  His senior life guard had left a long
time before closing.  He was such a goof off.  Poor Kevin had to cover both
tours.  But the beach of officially closing, it was five o'clock and Kevin
was putting up the signs that advised that there was no lifeguard and you
had to swim at your own risk.  He walked back to where we were beginning to
pack up.  His hands were on his hips.  "Say gnomes, Don't you guys use a
sun block?  You're both getting burned.  Come in the shack here and I'll
put some on you."

Mikey and I looked at each other incredulously.  First of all the God was
talking to us.  Secondly he noticed us and even worried about us.  We
meekly climbed the four rungs to the platform and then into the little
shack on top.  It was hot in there.  There was a beach lounging chair, a
medicine cabinet and pictures of nude girls on the wall.  "You first,
Mikey, that is your name?"

Mikey gulped but just could get any words out.  Kevin squeezed some white
stuff on his big brown hand.  Crazily I thought it looked like my sperm
that I had just managed to shoot out a week ago.  He rubbed in on Mikey's
cheeks and then up and down his body, even his legs.  This process left my
friend completely red in the face and chest.  He was breathing like he had
just run a mile.  Then suddenly he got pale and he seemed to sag down.  "Oh
shit, the kid has fainted," said Kevin suppressing a smile.  He knew
exactly what was going on and the effect he was having.  "Just sit over
here on the stool and you'll be fine in a minute."

He looked at me.  "You're even more burnt Joey.  Come here."

He sat on the edge of the beach chair and I stood between his splayed fuzzy
legs.  I was already feeling dizzy and hoped I wouldn't pass out too.  He
almost lovingly rubbed my chest and back.  Then he pulled my trunks down a
bit and rubbed to place where my ass began and then on my smooth belly.  I
was breathing so deeply that you could hear it like a soft moan.  Kevin was
smiling broadly.  "Okay trainees, you two have been ogling my garbage
everyday.  Now I'm going to give you both a treat."

He lay down on the beach chair, we could see his big fat penis laying stiff
and laying in side the suit towards his hip.  He slipped off his trunks and
his cock stood up straight in the air like a periscope.  The area he
exposed was pale, not tan.  But his dick was tan naturally as were his big
ball sac.

"Do you kid spank the monkey?"

We looked blank.

"Do you choke the chicken?"

Still no reaction from us until Mikey said, "He mean wanking.  Joey does it
all the time, even in class."

Kevin laughed.  "That's the boy.  I mean like this."  He began gently
stroking his big dick and looking at us slyly.  "Would you like to do this
for me?"

We both answered immediately, "Sure,"

"Okay, but if I'm going to be bare assed naked, you guys got to take off
your suits too."

Mikey and I looked at each other.  It was embarrassing at that age to bare
all, but Mikey who had nothing really grown up to display was less
reluctant.  He pulled off his short exposing his little pinky finger sized
weenie and giggled because it was stiff and sticking out.  I shrugged and
with one motion dropped my board shorts.  Kevin looked at my erection, that
must be at least five and a half inches, because I had measured it,
whistled in admiration.  Nice garbage kid.  I guess you must making sperm
now.  How often do you wank?"

"Not often," I lied.  He knew it was a lie and patted me on the head as if
I was a dog.

"Okay young'uns, you first Joey with the purple Italian cock."

It was true, my penis and balls were almost maroon.  My dad's was the same.
I guess that's Italian.  Anyway and reached over and as I got close I could
smell him.  It wasn't unpleasant, just sexy.  I could see his cover had
retracted a bit from his erection and his pink moist cock head was peeking
out.  I take my hand and lifted his heavy cock.  I heard him sigh as I did
it and I was glad I could get a reaction from him.  I cupped my hand around
it and slightly moved my hand.  "Oh shit," he breathed, "That's so good.
Keep it up.  And you Mikey, come over close and let me kiss you little baby
cocklet."

Mikey came right up to Kevin's head and Kevin turned toward him and kissed
the tip of his little hard penis.  Mikey sobbed out a cry of pleasure.
"You like that don't you?"

Meanwhile I had wiped my thumb over the head of his penis.  It was now
leaking.  At first I thought he was cuming but it was just making a little
milk.

Kevin pursed his full lips and surrounded little Mikey's stiff prick.
Mikey was crooning like a baby at the bottle as Kevin slightly sucked him.
Suddenly Mikey's lower body began moving back and forth and his knees
collapsed and he slipped to the floor again.  "What am I to do with you
Mikey.  You are a fainter."

Mikey spoke as he got up holding on to the lounge chair.  "I couldn't help
it this time.  Something weird happened.  I felt like I was going to piss
but it felt so good on my weenie.

Meanwhile Kevin was beginning to breathe heavier.  I moved my hand faster
and suddenly his penis began spewing thick white stuff all over his tan
belly and chest and he was moaning and shouted, "I'm cuming, you little
bastard."

I guess he was mad at me, but he did tell me to do it.  I was confused.
Finally he seemed to return to normal.  "Get me that towel to wipe off the
spooge.  That was real nice Joey.  Thanks.  Would you like me to do it to
you?"

"I guess so," I said, relieved that he wasn't angry.

I lay down on the lounge chair at his direction.  He took hold of my penis
the same was as I did, but he also slipped his other hand and surrounded my
ball bag and held on gently and pulled it right and left slightly.  I don't
know which felt better, his ball handling or his insistent stroking of my
penis.  I knew that I couldn't avoid spilling sperm in a few moments
because the feelings were overwhelming.  He spoke in a whisper to me, "Hey
little guy don't fight the feeling.  Let it go."

I groaned loudly and my hips began to thrust back and forth.  And then my
penis seemed to pull in and then my balls began to vibrate and I shot out
long streams of white stuff.  I was sorry that most of it landed on Kevin's
chest and hand but I couldn't help it.  But when I stopped discharging I
was shocked to see Kevin wipe it up with his finger and put his finger in
his mouth.  He did it several times until there was no more and he purred
happily as he ate it.  "You have delicious boy cum, sweet and tangy at the
same time.  How about giving me a little kiss?"

I could hardly believe my ears, but I leaned down and his warm full lips
surrounded mine and he pressed hard, released and pressed again, then his
tongue licked my lips.  I almost pulled a Mikey, my head was spinning so
hard.

"You kids did very well.  The trouble is that I'm stiff again.  Who would
like to suck me?"

Mikey who had been watching closely when I was getting sucked now stepped
up, his little hard on shaking and flexing.  "Me, me, me."

"I don't know little guy, last time I did it you fainted.  Can you stay
conscious when you suck me?"

As an answer, little Mikey jumped up and straddled Kevin's hairy thighs and
started a vigorous bobbing of his head, sucking like he was trying to get
something stuck in there out.  Kevin put his hand on Mikey's head, "Hey
little vacuum cleaner, slow down, soft and easy wins the cum race you
know."

Mikey then began a slow sensuous sucking, like he was on his mother's tit.
Pretty soon Kevin's eyes rolled back and he began drooling.  "Oh that's
sweet, boy.  You got me rockin' . I can't hold out much longer.  Your mouth
is so hot and your tongue is nasty."

Then the pretty lifeguard screamed, almost girlishly and his hips began
lifting and fucking Mikey's mouth.  I could see Mikey's swallowing.  It
must have been a big load because some ran down the corner's of his mouth.
He swept his tongue around.  "Excellent stuff.  I guess you eat healthy
food.  When can we do it again?"

Kevin, speaking breathlessly, "You guys may be thirteen, but you're too
much for me.  I need rest, maybe a week or two.  And something else, kids,
don't camp at the bottom of my chair.  It looks like I'm queer for young
boys or something."

It just goes to show you.  They say handsome is as handsome does, but
here's a case of handsome can be a shithead.

We never had a session with Kevin again, in fact we avoided his station.
There were plenty of kids our age we could teach what we learned that day.

End


Isn't it true that when they are horny everything is sweet, then when they
get their fill of sex they send you to the curb.