Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 08:36:45 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Sami can lick his peter, Part One     by Jay Roberts     Gay Young Friend

Sami can lick his peter, Part One   by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends

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Sami is my best friend.  We were an unmatched pair.  I am just over five
feet tall and don't look my thirteen years.  I look more like ten.  My Scotch
English heritage sure shows in my ginger hair and pale pinkish skin.

Sami (an Arab name) is the same age as me but that's the end of the
similarity.  Sami is actually almost six feet tall, skinny too because he gained
five inches of that height in recent months.

I'll tell only you: I think I love him.

I could gaze at his face forever.  That big nose, those long, shiny black
eyelashes and that faint moustache.  Oh shit, I'm getting a stiffy.  No one
would notice because it isn't large enough to poof my pants out I do get red
in the face and Sami can tell when I'm in a sexy mood.

I think Sami has the hots for me too.  I remember two weeks ago I slept
over at his mansion.  We both live in DC.  His house must be one of the
largest in Washington.  His father is a bit shot, head of a Saudi group.  It has
something to do with oil big surprise.  But about he hots, during the night I
woke up and I realized that his arms were around me and he was pressing
his crotch against my ass.  I could feel his hardness.  I never mentioned it.

My parents are modest in income.  We live in a two bedrroom apartment
near the freeway.  Both Sami and I attend a very fancy prep academy .  His
family can easily afford it.  Mine because my dad is an administrator there
and my mom a teacher.   I get free tuition.

I began getting jiggly over Sami when I saw him on the soccer field his long
legs the color of sun blossom honey coming out of short shorts and flashing
in the sun.  He was a soccer nut and he was never without a ball in his hand
(a soccer ball that is.)

We've seen each other naked many times.  He has black hair around his dick
and a faint fuzziness in his ass crack.  We talk about each other's bodies and
watch for my signs of growing up.  I show a little, at least my penis is
growing...a little.  He seems to admire my smoothness and color but he's got
it all over me in the sexiness department.

Teachers called him Samuel, thinking it was more formal, but Sami is the
name.

Sami came to the US when he was six and by now was more American
teenager than I am, but still he had a slight accent and precision of speech
that is sexy.  He called me Beely, for Billy.  I love it.

We have a date for me to spend Friday night at his palace.  This will be the
second time.  He has been teasing me all day with a promise to reveal
something wonderful to me.  "Something about a new way to get off."  Wow,
this is really got me excited.

We arrived at the mansion.  The front steps were a long flight to the double
oak doors.  Sami knocked with the big knocker.  He explained to me that
security requires even he to enter this way.  There was no key to the door.

The door was opened by an enormous Saudi in native dress.  He didn't talk
but he made a gesture that was of respect for Sami.  I was impressed.

"You want to wash before dinner?"

"Sure"

"Follow me."  I followed him to a small elevator off the reception hall.  There
was barely room for two of us and I enjoyed feeling him so close.  He always
had a sandalwood, spicy smell.  Must be that he used cologne.   When the
excruciatingly slow damask lined car arrived, he darted out and I lost him for
a moment but then found him in front of a door.

"How do you find your bedroom?  There must be ten up here and all the
doors look alike."

"I leave a trail of bread crumbs."

"F-u-u-u-ny."

The bedroom was made for a king.  The bed was at least double to normal
width and it was topped with a pale gold canopy topped with a golden crown.
I was really in the high rent district now.

He pointed to a door in the wall.  "Shit house is over there."

I walked in.  Some shit house!  The walls were covered with pale green
marble and the sink handles looked like real gold.

"They're real gold," Sami said as though he heard my thoughts, "But they
work the same as chromium ones."

I quickly washed my hands using the exotic soap on the marble soap holder
and splashed water on my face.  I took the small linen bordered in lace and
embroidered with Arabic writing.  I guess it was the family name.

"Let me in," Sami called through the partly open door.
.
He came in and stood in front of the toilet and unfurled his slim snake and
peed loudly.

"You sure make a lot of noise."

"It's the marble commode," he said grunting.

"Okay, let's go down stairs and eat. I already called from school to order our
meal.  We'll be alone, the folks are at an embassy reception."

The dining room was too big for just two guys Sami explained, "If you don't
mind, we are eating in the breakfast room

"Cosy," I said "Our dining room is a space at the end of the livingroom."

This breakfast room was all windows.  Nice, better than nice.  The meal was
served by a maid in shapeless dress and veil.  No fucking the servants in this
house.

The food was strictly American, hamburgers and stuff.

After dinner Sami asked if I would like to see a movie.

"I hate to leave the house, it looks rainy."

"No dope, we have a movie theater, follow me."

What a setup, a small theater that seated about twelve and a screen about
fifty inches.

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Original star wars."

"You're on.  Mine too."

For the next few hours we sat side by side watching this great movie.  I
noted things I had missed when I first saw it.

When the closing credits came on Sami said, "There is a tray in the
bedroom.  You a little sleepy and hungry too?"

"Yeah."

This time we squeezed into the little bandbox of an elevator and on the slow
trip to the bedroom floor Sami put his arms around my waist playfully and
pulled me tight against his front.  I felt his hard penis digging into my belly.
I wiggled back at him and he began to breathe a little audibly.

He said, "Don't move more.  I have a fast trigger."

I backed against the wall but it wasn't so far away, the car was really a tight
fit.

In the room Sami began undressing.  "Let's have a naked feast,"

I nodded but it turned out that both of us were a little shy and kept on our
under shorts.  Sami called out, "Let's see what she left for us.  Ooh nice, a
chocolate cake, cookies, ices and cokes."

"A good balanced diet," I said grabbing a slab of chocolate cake."

Two thirteen year olds like us can demolish a tray like this one and we did it
in five minutes and both burped loudly from the fizzy coke.

"You can have the bathroom first.  You're the guest."

I finished up and he went in.  I waited on top of the  covers.  The bed was
huge, four kids could sleep here.

"Would you mind sleeping on the other side.  I'm a creature of habit."

I climbed out and came around and settled myself on the other side.  We
easily five feet apart.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight, my mom always does."

I can tell you, I always dreamed of kissing Sami.  Those curvy red lips were
my idea of the best lips on Earth.  I rolled toward him.  When I was pretty
close he threw his arm around and drew me close.  It was he who initialed
the kiss.  His put little small kisses all over my lips and then with a loud sigh
he pressed his open mouth against mine.  We stay that way for a long time,
both breathing hard around our kissing lips.  Finally we parted and looked at
each other with amazement.

"You're my honey," he said, surprising me at the affectionate word.

To break the icky moment I misquoted Shakespeare.  "To sleep, to dream."

"Yes, and in the morning I'll show you my new cum method."

I settled down and to my surprise I fell asleep quickly.  I did half wake up at
about 2PM by the lit beside clock.  Sami was against my back and moving
slightly.  I think he really wasn't asleep.  I would have loved to turn around
and maybe grab his peter and rub it but I didn't want to embarrass him.

A shaft of light at eight o'clock fell across my eyes and I opened them.  Sami
was awake and sitting with his back leaning against the upholstered back
board of the bed.  His under shorts were off.  He was very naked and
fingering his penis and looking at me with a soulful look, almost plaintively.
My guess was that he had worked himself up while I slept and was really
wanting to get off.

I was just about to offer when he said, "Watch this."

He slid down on the bed and put his hands under each thigh and lifted them.
In a moment his bent lanky body allowed his long penis to be a few inches
from his now partly open mouth.

I held my breath and then it happened.

End of Chapter One