Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 12:32:10 +1000
From: Robby Andrews <aussierobby@hotmail.com>
Subject: ROBBY AND PETER - AN UNSPOKEN FRIENDSHIP

This is a true story and is the second I have posted on this wonderful
Nifty Stories site. My first story was called `Bryan and Robby make it at
last' -- you can find it in the young friends section dated Oct 16th
2005. (Maybe I should have entitled it Robby and Bryan, then the series -
if there is going to be one - will be easier to find as any subsequent
stories I write will be called Robby and ...).

This story is about two boys exploring sexual attraction towards each
other, if you are underage or not permitted to read this sort of stuff for
any reason -- then you should leave now...

Thank you to those of you that sent me an email about Bryan's story, I
didn't expect any of that. I was pleased that I obviously brought so many
of you pleasure!! Your comments inspired me to keep going with another
story of my experiences so far..

If you like this one, then you can email me at aussierobby@hotmail.com.au

ROBBY AND PETER -- AN UNSPOKEN FRIEDNSHIP

Peter was an unusual boy. He was 13 going on 14, just like me, we were in
the same class at school but he had only arrived at the beginning on the
year, so I hadn't known him for long. Peter was a very bright student and a
very quiet student. He had skin and features that made you think he had
been sculptured out of some beautiful piece of stone, he was almost
unreal. He was admired by the teachers in our school because he was very
brainy and could answer any question asked, but he wasn't the sort of boy
that would shoot his hand up first, he always gave other people the
opportunity to answer first. Like I said, he was almost too good to be
true. I never once saw him get into trouble with a teacher -- unlike the
rest of us in the class!

The strange thing in all this was that Peter never really had any close
friends throughout his first months at our school. It wasn't as if people
ignored him or were rude to him or anything like that, it just seemed that
most of the other boys had close friends already. But I also expect it was
a case of most boys found Peter a bit too smart and intelligent for them
perhaps. From my point of view I had my best friend Bryan so I wasn't
really looking for any other friends, Bryan and I kept each other very
busy... (see Bryan & Robbie in young friends...)

However, Peter intrigued me. More and more I would find myself staring at
him across the room, sometimes our eyes met, sometimes I was able to stare
at him while he was writing away and just soak in the beauty that seemed to
ooze out of this boy. As I became more and more infatuated with him -- and
therefore spent more time gazing at him - I noticed that every now and
again, when I would look over towards him -- he would already be looking at
me... The first time this happened I literally went weak at the knees -- it
was just as well I was sitting down really... Our eyes locked together,
neither of us appearing to feel the need to quickly look away. It was as
thought we were analyzing each others thoughts at that moment.

At this point in the story I am finding it difficult to put into words what
started to happen between Peter and I, mainly I think it was because while
all this was happening I'm not sure Peter and I fully understood it. I just
hope I can do the story justice and paint a word picture for you that will
explain this very special relationship...

At some point, not longer after Peter and I caught ourselves looking at
each other, we had started to sit beside each other during breaks
throughout the day. Neither of us was much interested in sport, it seemed
we just like sitting and watching the world go by. The strange thing was
that Peter and I hardly ever had a conversation with each other. If one of
us was sitting down and the other came along it was simply a case of "Hi"
and the other person would sit down. We even shared each other's lunch one
day, without really having said anything much about it, for some reason it
seemed natural.

The following month the teacher decided to rearrange our seating
arrangements in class to try and split up some of the more rowdy boys.
Without any request from Peter or me to the teacher, he told us to share a
desk. (There were two students to each desk). The first time Peter and I
sat through a lesson together we never spoke once, we simply sat there, our
legs touching and our arms touching most if the time. We sat in what they
probably call `companionable silence'.

It was later in the year that we realized we were spending more time
talking to each other about stuff. When we spoke, we would look into each
others eyes as though we were the only two people that mattered, we would
have given the impression to anyone else who bothered to notice that we
were very intent on listening to what the other was saying. One day I was
relating a story to him that was a bit `deep and meaningful' and when I had
finished he smiled and as he made a comment on what I had been talking
about -- he put his hand on my shoulder. To say electricity passed between
us would be an understatement. We both gave a slight shudder. I could do
nothing else than place my hand on his shoulder, a sort of sign that I had
experienced something special and wanted him to feel it too it that were
possible. He did, his eyebrows frowned slightly as he felt what I had
felt. That afternoon we seemed to be sitting closer than normal at our
desk, our legs weren't just touching they were pressing together. I never
could work out which one of us was doing the pressing. A couple of times we
turned and looked into each other eyes, as though we knew something as
happening but we weren't sure what.

Towards the end of that strange week I plucked up the courage to ask Peter
if he would like to come and stay the weekend with me. I knew he lived in a
town whereas we lived in the country. He smiled at the suggestion and said
that he would like that every much and would talk to his parents about it
that night. They apparently were happy for him to do that as he rang that
night to say it was okay with his parents if it was okay with mine. I had
already asked mine so I was able to say it as okay and suggested he brought
all of the things he would need for the weekend with him to school on
Friday and he could come home with me on our school bus. The plan was for
him to stay right through until Monday morning.

That night I made a special effort to tidy up my room, which had two single
beds and a lot of floor space. I made sure I had all my `older boys' books
on the shelf and hid anything that was from my previous life as a
prepubescent boy! I wanted to make the right impression on Peter.

All during classes on Friday Peter and I sat especially close, when we went
out for breaks during the day, we still sat together somewhere -- as close
as possible. We watched other kids playing around us and I remember us
making comments to each other about the `kids' we were surrounded by -- as
though we were somehow on a lever slightly higher than them! I don't think
we were overly `full of ourselves' it just seemed that we existed (when we
were with each other) in our own realm and everyone else seemed
superfluous.

The afternoon bell rang; Peter and I looked at each other and smiled... We
left the school on the bus for the 30 minute ride home. We talked about
some of the things we might do over the weekend, but didn't make any
specific plans. I should point out at this point that if it had been Bryan
and I heading home for a weekend together, we would have been talking about
all the ways we would be having sex together over the weekend! Bryan and I
had discovered the joy of sharing mutual masturbation and oral sex some
months before, and enjoyed a very healthy sex life together -- when we had
the chance!

I have to confess that while Peter and I had never talked about anything to
do with sex; I had many times wondered what he looked like naked. In the
months since I first met him I had never once managed to see him naked in
the showers at school. It wasn't that he avoided me there it was just that
it never worked out in such a way that we were in the showers at the same
time. But I HAD pictured him in the showers often as I carried out my
nightly ritual of `releasing the day's pressures' through the delight of
self stimulation!

We arrived home to an empty house as my parents both work. We headed up to
my room and I closed the door behind us. At that moment it occurred to me
that the next logical thing to do was to change out of our school
clothes... What would Peter want to do? Would we get changed in front of
each other or would he want to go into the bathroom? I said to him "the
bathrooms just through there on the left if you need it"; he said" okay"
but made no move to head in that direction. I went to my chest of drawers
and removed some shorts and a tee shirt and put them on my bed, making it
obvious what I was going to do.

Peter got similar clothes out of his bag and put them on his bed... So far
so good... Again we had one of those special moments where our eyes
met. There were no smiles, nothing was said, we just looked into each
others eyes saying nothing - but at the same exchanging volumes of words
and feelings. While we looked into each others eyes, we started to get
undressed. I removed my shirt and then my shoes and socks, Peter repeated
my actions. Normally I would have been a little shy at this stage --
removing my pants in front of someone for the first time, but in this
instance I never gave it a second thought. We basically removed our pants
in unison finally standing there in only our underpants. It seemed that was
the first moment we stopped looking directly into each other eyes, but
instead allowed our eyes (without any embarrassment) to look at each others
semi-naked bodies.

Peter's skin was as smooth as it was possible for skin to be. It was a
slightly olive colour which made him look all the more beautiful and
sensuous looking to me. My own body wasn't all that shabby either;
everything was in the right place and appeared to be in the right
proportions for a nearly 14 year old. I noticed Peter's nipples were much
larger than mine and quite a lot darker and fuller. I somehow managed to
look down to his legs without having dwelt on the one bit that I was REALLY
interested in... His legs were a lovely olive colour, like the rest of him
and were completely smooth and hairless.

Now it may seem to the reader that we were standing there for about ten
minutes staring at each other bodies, but in reality it probably only
lasted 15 seconds. Our eyes met again and all I can say is that I knew at
that moment where they term "butterflies in my stomach" came from... I had
a whole battalion of them fluttering around inside me. It was as though we
had both been waiting for this moment all year -- without ever having
spoken about it. As Peter held my gaze -- he put his fingers into the top
of his underpants and slid them down his legs and off altogether. He stood
there in front of me completely and utterly naked.

To my credit I can say that my eyes never left Peters, I could however see
his penis out of the corner of my eye. I could see that it was the same
colour as the rest of him; there was no discernable area where his
underpants had been. It was not even slightly erect and from my peripheral
view of it -- he had no sign of pubic hair what so ever.

There was nothing for me to do -- nor anything else I WANTED to do --
except follow his lead. I removed my own underpants the same gentle way he
had. I was amazed to realize that I also was devoid of any hint of an
erection. Had it been Bryan and I going through this unspoken ritual --
then we would both have been sporting very obvious erections! But what was
happening between Peter and I was different, it is so hard to put into
words, it is as though we both wanted to reveal ourselves completely to the
other -- without it being a particularly sexual act.

We both stood there looking into each other eyes for an `hour or so' that
actually lasted about 15 seconds, then Peter walked over to me and put his
arms on my shoulders, he looked at me for a moment then he brought his
hands in towards my neck until he was cupping both my ears, with his
fingers just slightly around the back of my neck. I could feel him drawing
my face towards his, I didn't resist in the slightest, allowing him to
bring our faces together until our lips met and he kissed me. I wanted to
fall in a heap on the floor, but managed to stand there and accept whatever
this specimen of boy perfection wanted to do to me. As we kissed, my arms
went around him and just held his back, his skin warm and dry to my touch.

He released me from the kiss and put the side of his head against mine
while drawing our naked bodies together. At the moment of bodily contact I
was aware for a spilt second that still neither of us had developed an
erection. But as we stood there embracing we pushed slightly into each
others pubic areas and the swelling began. As our penises started to grow
we both pushed in harder towards each other. We moved slightly against each
other enhancing the feeling of our little `boys' rubbing against each
other. I decided I should take some sort of lead at about this point so
that Peter would know I was with him 110%. I let my hands slide from his
back down to his thighs; I slid them up and down his velvet skin for a few
moments before easing them in between us. He moved back from me slightly --
just enough to allow my hands to enter the warm space between us. I went
straight in and cupped his balls with one hand and grasped his now very
stuff penis with my other hand. I rubbed him all over that beautiful
private area of his, confirming what I had thought I had seen out of the
corner of my eye -- the fact that there did not seem to be a single hair to
be found at the base of his 14 year old penis. As I stroked him he put his
lips on mine again and with his head slightly turned to one side drove his
tongue into my mouth. My mouth opened wide to accept his tongue, they
happily intertwined and made their own sort of love.

After a few minutes Peter's hand joined mine in that warm area between us
where our twin erections rubbed against each other. He actually closed his
eyes while his hands explored my own piece of erect boyhood. He rubbed my
foreskin back and forth over the end of my penis, he cupped my two little
`boys' and had me standing there experiencing feelings I had never thought
possible.

As with most things between Peter and me, with some sort of unspoken mutual
agreement we sat down on the bed that we had been standing closet to. We
lay on our sides alternately kissing and feeling each other. He put his
hands under my legs and moved them over so that I was lying outstretched on
the bed; he lay down beside me and continued to rub his hands over my
body. We lay face to face, our penises in contact with each other all the
time. He explored my face, I explored his engorged nipples, licking them
and rubbing them. Peter joined me in this by kissing my own nipples,
arousing more feelings in me that I hadn't felt before.

His head continued down my chest and tummy, not bothering to explore
anything else until his mouth had reached my penis... I was just about to
be sucked by the most perfect boy in the world. He didn't run his tongue
round me -- he just took my penis in his mouth and ran his lips down its
length until he reached the base. Then he moved his mouth back up to the
very end of it again, his fingers slid my foreskin all the way back as his
mouth began to lick and suck that tender and now very exposed part of my
boyhood. I could not believe the new sensations I was feeling, I had been
sucked before, but nothing had ever felt this sublime. Had I died at that
moment -- I would have died a very happy boy.

Peter moved his body around so that his head was in my pubic area and his
was close to my head. For a moment I stared at his perfect penis, deciding
that if he had any hair it would have only spoilt the view. From what I
could see at that moment it seemed that we had almost identical penises --
at least in length and thickness. His was definitely darker than mine and
of course I had the makings of a patch of pubic hair that most 13/14 year
olds would have been quite pleased with.

We stretched out on the bed side by side, we took each others sexual organs
into our mouths and played and sucked them for all we were worth. It was
only a matter of minutes when we both sensed that that we were moving
towards our mutual rewards. Our bodies began tensing at the same time; our
thrusting into each others mouths was in unison, the grip of each others
backsides was increasing. At the same joyous moment we reached our climatic
orgasm and shot our loads of boyish sperm into each others mouths., neither
one of us making any attempt to move away from our respective mouthfuls of
throbbing, pulsating flesh, we both accepted what was shooting into our
mouths and swallowed as it came.

When we were done, Peter turned around and pulled himself up beside me
again, our faces and inch apart. He kissed me gently on the lips and ran
his fingers through my hair, he told me that he had longed for us to share
a moment like this since he first saw me in school. He said he knew
instinctively that I was someone that he could share this with and that it
would simply feel right, that we would be totally compatible -- not only in
friendship - but also in love.

We shared much more unspoken tenderness throughout our weekend together, we
slept in the same single bed each night behind a locked door. We talked, we
loved, we even laughed, and when we weren't doing that, we would be sitting
somewhere together - in companionable silence.