Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 08:31:59 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Stalking John, Part One"   by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

"Stalking John, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

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@@. This story is intended for older kids (eighteen or older).  If you have
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Just the name John makes me breathe harder.  It's so strong.  Me, I'm
Norman.  My family calls me Normie, even worse.  It's a nerdy name.  It's
name for a little fat kid.  Well, truth is I used to be a little fat kid
but this year of being thirteen has changed all that.  I grew four inches.
It was as though the entire freshman class used me as the rope in a tug of
war.  One group has my head and the others my feet.  I got
elongated...skinny.

Now I am a tall, very thin Norman but still nerdy.

If only I could permanently borrow just one of John's great body parts.
Oh, not necessarily that one, my dingle now dingles long.  But John has
been given too many beautiful attributes.

John is a really nice kid.  He doesn't seem to realize that he is better
looking than any guy ought to be.  His walk even is perfect.  He seems to
cover great stretches of ground with ease and grace, his perfect head held
high and a faint pleasant look on his gorgeous face.

My locker is next to his for gym.  In this school we only take off our
shirt and put on an underwear or athletic top.  No showers, we just go to
the next class smelly.  But when John whips off his shirt it is almost as
if a spot light comes on and plays over his smooth skin and young muscles.
He has a skin color that is a mix of white,, pink and tan, in just the
right proportions.

After the period is over, John's body is shiny with sweat and I manage to
get windward from him to sniff that great perfume.  He smoothes his hair
and with one motion in falls into perfect curly position.  He must feel my
eyes on his because a few times in nodded to me, his blue eyes looking a
little questioningly.  He never smiled at me, but I've seen him kidding
around with his friends and, wow, he has teeth like you see in the after
pictures in Dr. Wilson's dental waiting room.

At night John fills my thoughts before sleep.  I get a stiffy and I do the
trick my pervert friend Jason showed me.  Then I fall asleep and dream
crazy dreams about John.  I call him Johnny in my dreams.  He asks me if he
can come in the bed with me.  I say sure in a bored way, but I am thrilled.
He takes off his clothes (in my dream) and his warm body slips in, right
next to me.  I smell that John smell and feel his smooth arms slip around
me as his hips slide right against me.  Then I feel a rude rod sticking
against me and I feel sticky stuff dribbling out of my piss hole.  I turn
and kiss his cheek and fall deeply asleep..

This next day, in Bio, John sits right in front of me.  I can enjoy the
sight of his bare arm and the back of his neck.  That arm is worth looking
at, smooth, almost polished and his forearm is full and muscular.  The back
of his neck is great too.  I like the widow's peak his hair forms in the
back and the smooth skins below it.  Being this close I can enjoy the sound
of his voice as he answers questions or speaks to his friends.  His voice
is slightly hoarse.  I like that.  It's manly and his special sound.

Just then I was shaken back to attention as Mr. Ryder said, "Norman and
John can be partners in this project," and he went on to name the coupling
of other kids in the class.

John turned to look at me.  "Hi partner," he said in that voice.  We can
meet after school to figure out what to do."

I nodded because I was unable to speak.

After the last class I went out and waited at the bottom of the steps at
the main entrance.  In a few minutes John appeared at my elbow.  He held
out his hand and we shook hands like we were adult business guys.  It was a
little awkward.

"You're Norman, huh?"

"Yep," I said wishing for any other name in the world than Norman.

"I'll call you Norm, okay?" he said in that still unsettled boy voice.  He
could call me anything as far as I was concerned.

"I'll call you, er, John."

"Excellent," he said.  I guess he was kidding me but I let it pass.

Now this project was something to do with blood circulation and as we
walked toward the main street John said that Ryder is always impressed with
details.  He suggested we keep some kind of running record of blood
pressure under different circumstances and use his mother's blood pressure
machine and keep records.

"Sounds brilliant," I said, my own blood pressure really high after having
had my hand shook by his big smooth one.

We ended up at his house.  It was better for working our project because
his mother and father both worked and it was empty "Except for the maid,"
he said.

I found out that he was an only child.  I also found out as we reached the
house that he was a rich kid.  Well, I should have realized that if they
had a maid.  I didn't know anyone who had domestic help.  Pretty classy.
But when we reached the house I saw that he was really rich.  There were
iron gates like something in the movies.  He entered a combination on a box
on the gates and they opened majestically.  We slipped in and hiked the
long path that led up to something that looked like an English manor.

"This is our house during school months.  In the summer we go to
Provincetown, we have a beach house there."

I was really with the swells now.

We entered the front door and into an impressive marble foyer.  We were
greeted by Mrs. Malley, the housekeeper/maid.  "Mr. Johnnie, can I get
anything for you and your friend?"

In a few minutes we were in the kitchen at a table eating muffins and
drinking milk.  Nice.  Then "Johnnie," as I dared call him now, led me
upstairs to his bedroom What a room!  It was larger than one of my houses
floors.  The bed with wide and an intricately carved headboard dominated
the room.  There were big cabinets that held all sorts of electrical stuff
and games.  At one end of the room was a large screen computer and chairs.
We sat there and John took out a pad and we began listing the outline of
our report.

I noticed that his usual way of talking like an American kid was
interrupted by a English pronunciation of slang.  When he said, "We shan't
make this thing too long."  I pushed back my chair and said, "Where did you
get that phrase."

He laughed.  "You have me.  My father was attached to the American
embassy."  I was born here, in this house but we moved to London and I was
there until a year ago.  I went to school there and I guess I talked like
every other Brit kid but I worked hard to master the American accent."

"You fooled everyone but I think now in your house you slipped back."  I
suddenly got a thought.  "You know you do remind me of the kid in the movie
Oliver."  .  He actually blushed and infused his smooth cheeks with a
reddish hue.  "He was too lovely.  I wish."

But as he said that, he put his smooth hand on my slim forearm and I,
stupid me, let out a slight moan.  He saw it and smiled.  "You're a bit
into me, yes?"

"I guess you are used to that."

"One never gets used to admiration."

We were both catapulted into embarrassed silence.  Suddenly John clapped
his hands.  "I know what.  We must enlist Grady."

"Grady came back to the US with us.  He was a footman at the Embassy.  Here
he is a combination chauffer,, gardener and handyman.  A capital fellow
only about twenty one.  Get it?  Twenty one so he can get us drinks."

Wow I was in strange territory.

John picked up the phone on his desk and dialed one number and spoke softly
but I could hear the words "champagne and cupcakes."

John returned to where I was sitting and patted my cheek.  He was half
hysterical with a conspiracy afoot.

In about five minutes there was a knock on the door and John called out,
"Come."  In walked a tall lad, with unruly black hair.  His face was cute.
He seemed almost our age with his merry look.  He was carrying a tray in
one open hand baring a bottle and three glasses plus a stack of pink
frosted cakes.

"What is the governor and the misses returning?"

"Oh they're out for the day at least."

"And who is this tall cock of a fellow?  He said with a cockney or Irish
accent.  He appraised me up and down.  "An appealing lad, very fine," he
said as if I were a prize dog, but I felt a little thrilled by the
strangeness of this house and its inhabitants.

Grady pursed his lips as he struggled with opening the champagne and I
began to admire his manliness and boyish face.  He was definitely sexy.  I
wondered what his naked body would look like.

With a loud report the cork shot across the room.  Grady capped the flow
with the palm of his hand and then filled the three glasses.  He handed me
mine and the other to John.  Then holding his own up he said, "'Tis health
and success in wrestling I wish you."

It was said in with a slight Irish brogue.  Sure I thought, Grady would be
an Irish name.  Then I began to see that the young man looked Irish in his
perky face.  I think I always was turned on by young Irishman and I watched
him move like a cat around the room and checked out his thick bare forearm
and noticed his large feet in his shiny uniform boots.  His high necked
military jacket was now half open and I could see his chest and the fine
hair there.

John and Grady upturned their glasses quickly.  I sipped mine.

John asked if I liked the vintage.  "It's father's best."

"I'm no judge but it feels like ginger ale on my tongue but makes me warm
inside."

Grady laughed and filled our glasses again.  This went on for about an hour
and I was amazed at how the magic drink made us different.  We seemed to
revert to childhood with giggles and prancing about.  I am embarrassed to
see that I demonstrated break dancing and Grady did a horn pipe dance.
Somehow the atmosphere prompted us to gradually strip some of our clothes
off.  Maybe it was the heat, but thinking back, I did this stripping after
noting that Grady and John did.  It seemed part of their custom.

Suddenly John asked me, "Have you ever kissed someone?"

"My mom and some aunts," I volunteered.

I heard Grady chuckling in the background as John came right up to me, his
now bare shoulders gleaming in the lamplight.  "You never know when you
will be called on to perform and nice kiss.  You need practice."

He put his arm around my neck and firmly drew me right to his body.  My
eyes blurred as he came right close to my face.  Then as if a hot iron was
pressed against my lips I felt his full lips press against mine.  I was so
overcome that I lifted my own arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck
and pulled him equally against me.  I was reluctant to end the delicious
kiss until he finally pushed me away.

My head was spinning as I heard Grady say a bit slurring, "The boy is a
kissing pig.  You've landed a good one young master."

Was I in a den of seducers?  I was worried, yet thrilled.  I covered my
confusion by pouring myself another glass, this would be my third and it
proved much more potent when I finished it.

I found I was saying things without meaning to.  Suddenly I said in a full
throated voice, "I like being here.  I like you John.  I always have and
Grady is a sex pot."

The two others laughed merrily.  Suddenly John said, "Grady, you better go.
As for Normie here, his eyes look sleepy."  He came over to me and looked
into my face.  "Do you want to go sleepy-sleepy?"  I felt like a child.  I
nodded and my voice came out funny as I cooed, maybe lisped, "Yesth."

Grady was standing at the door about to leave.  I heard John say, as he
handed a note to him, "Here's his home phone number.  Call his mum and say
that we are studying and he will spend the night."



End Part One