Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2016 13:19:06 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: My Friend Robby may be Gay,  Part Two    by Jay roberts     Gay Young Friends

My friend Bobby may be gay, Part Two    By Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends


I usually start with soaping up my equipment.  I believed that the soap
suds coating them, while I went on to other parts, would work on the area
and make it clean without rubbing them.  Rubbing would lead to stiffening
and then to... But I was hoping that maybe Bobby wasn't kidding and we
would reach a new stage of friendship....friends with benefits.

I mused away as the water was causing steam.  This warm cloudy space was
eery, like being in a spaceship.  Suddenly I simultaneously heard a voice
in my ear and a tentative hand on my soapy prick.

"Don't move and say nothing," the strained voice warned.  It was like an
attack by a masked intruder, but I was up for it, prick too, and I thought
intrude all you want.

The hesitant cupped hand moved up and down a bit.  I rose to the occasion
with a rigid response and as he continued my knees buckled slightly.  I
grabbed on to the shower pole and let my pole give in gladly.

"That's good," I offered hoping to flatter him so he'd continue.  I was
loving his hand, so much better than when I do it myself.  It offered
suspense.  My own hand was too familiar and not dangerous enough.

He was now steadying my body by one hand flat on my ass cheeks and the
other was the lover and I sure loved it.  His body was against mine and his
full hardon me sliding slightly against my side.

He was breathing raspingly and I was pretty noisy myself.  Now his cupping
hand tightened slightly and at the same time his leisurely stroke speeded
up.  The new sensation intensified the currents running up and down my body
and my whole consciousness was concentrated on that young hand steadily
mastered me.  I was devoted to that moving hand.  It was like dope to me.
I put my own hand on it and caressed it.

"You going to spew soon?"

"Soon."

I half wanted to slide into the lovely overcoming feeling of shooting but
part of me wanted this sweet agony to continue but he took the hand that
was against my ass and brought it under his stroking hand.

It was around my balls and a finger was stroking the back of my sac.  That
was my own way of ramping up the feeling and usual ended my resistance.
How did he know that?  Oh yeah I told him once while we lay in the dark
side by side talking and telling to much.

Now I had no way to control myself.  I was on a steep slope rolling over
and over on my decent.

"You just got harder.  This is it, right?"

I grunted yes and grabbed his waist to keep from falling as my leg calves
felt the beginning of my cum and then it rolled up to my thighs and balls
and then I whited out in a blaze of light and began spurting against his
hot hip.

My lower body was fucking that hip and I coated it like a crazy modern
painter.

He moaned and I saw his big cock shoot two long streams into the cascading
water from the shower head.

"That was fun," he said in an attempt to get back to our usual goofy
selves.

I found it difficult to join him in his mood but I tried.  "It was great.
Let's do it again.:

"Uh oh, you had your benefit for the day.  How about breakfast.  I asked
Mrs. Wilmot to make a tray.  It'll be clotted cream and jam on biscuits."

"Great," I said knowing that Mrs. Wilmot was the new housekeeper his father
had hired after his wife's passing.  She often looked at us with a knowing
look.

Knowing what?  We weren't sure ourselves what we had.

He handed me what looked like a towel that was five times to size of a
regular towel.

"These are called bath sheets.  My father bought them for himself but what
the hell, let's enjoy then,"

We wrapped them around us and we looked two Mahatmas Back in the bedroom
Bobby pressed a button on the wall.  I hadn't noticed that before and asked
what it was.

"It's something my dad had installed.  It signals the kitchen.  Our stuff
will be right up."

Sure enough Mrs. Wilmot knocked and Robby let her in.  Poor thing was
carrying a heavy tray with breakfast and a coffee urn on it.  Poor thing.
But when I mentioned it to Robby he said that I was lower class.  "Rich
people don't worry about servants."

She lingered looking at us draped in sheet towels sitting cross-legged on
the bed.  Finally Robbie said, "You may go now Mrs. Wilmot."

"Yes," she said, "I'll leave you to it." and exited.

"She's getting to be a pain in the neck," Robby said.  The way we were
sitting Robby's big dick was exposed and I think he caught me staring at
it.

"When we finish breakfast I'll let you have a closer look."

I guess I blushed at being caught but later on I was glad I did it because
it led to...well you'll see.

End of part Two