Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2012 21:53:36 -0500
From: Full Name <savannahkid@excite.com>
Subject: Tater Juice,  Part 6

Clay got silly and told his friend he wasn't ready to suck him yet.

Robert was laughing now also.  He said, "You said, you haven't sucked me
off YET and you weren't ready YET. That means you will do it?"  Robert
displayed his hard cock and said, "You can see little Robert would treat
you right."  Robert was joking but Clay had the feeling in the pit of his
stomach.  His balls tingled.

He just wished!

Clay said, "No way, I'm not going to suck you off."  Clay laughed and
Robert could tell he was real drunk as he said, "Please look how sad little
Robert is."  Clay thought this was just plain weird but funny.  Clay is on
his fifth beer watching Robert jerk off.  He felt like such a fag.  Man he
looks hot doing this."  Clay's eyes were huge and they never quit watching
Robert's bone.  Robert screamed with laughter, "You look like you actually
believed me.  I'm just fucking with you."  Clay looked at his large balls
and his huge erection. Clay saw the blond pubic hair that covered his
balls.  Clay said, "You are a pervert."


Robert agreed he was a pervert.

Robert said, "You are the one who said you would suck me." Clay looked at
his erection and he took his dick in his hands and began to stroke it.
Robert said, "Holy shit." His dick felt good in Clay's hands. Clay could
sense Robert's excitement. He wondered what he was thinking as he kept up
his steady stroking.  Robert moved in rhythm with his hips. Clay's hands
increased in speed and his eyes never left the sight of the opening and
closing of his piss slit.  Clay watched as drop after drop squeezed from
it. His gaze was fixed on the head of the cock.

Clay had a hard on and he wanted to stroke it, but Clay didn't have a free
hand.

Robert will never forget what happened next.  As if in slow motion he began
to shoot spurts of his cum into Clay's direction.  The piss slit opened up
and fired a forceful shot on his forehead. Clay did not make a move to duck
his volleys and Clay did not point the weapon away. Clay never released his
grip nor did Clay move away from him. Clay still clung to his dick while
Clay felt his slime dripping from his hair.

 Clay started thinking what it would be like to suck Robert.

Robert knew Clay was drunk.  Robert stopped thrusting and watched Clays
face glowing with embarrassment and excitement.  Robert was excited but
felt bad for Clay. Robert said, "That was crazy."  His dick had softened up
but the memory would be with him forever.

Clay blushed as he looked at Robert.

He was nervous and excited.  Robert said, "You shouldn't have done that.
Why did you do it?"  Both boys started drinking again.  Robert told him he
could never jerk someone off.  He didn't understand how he could do it.
Clay in his drunken state told Robert that he was drunk.  Both laughed but
Robert who was starting to sober up was upset about what had happened.

Robert looked at Clay and wanted to ask him about Joe.

He said, "You are friends with Tater.  Has he told you who gave Joe the
blow job?"  Clay had a silly look on his face and he said, "No. But I know
who did it.'  Robert started quizzing him, "Who?  How do you know?"  Clay
said, "I know him real well. But I can never tell anyone who he is."  Clay
started laughing again.  He would never act like this if he was sober.
Robert pressed on, "Has he ever sucked you?"  Clay fell on the floor
laughing, "That would be impossible as my dicks not large enough to reach
his mouth."

Robert didn't understand anything Clay was saying.

Robert was standing in front of Clay looking down on his friend.  Robert
thought, "I don't like drunks." As Clay started to get up from the floor he
stumbled and fell toward Robert.  He caught Robert's leg to steady himself.
Robert saw Clay's face near his cock.  Robert yelled, "What the fuck?"  He
shoved Clay away and kicked at him.  Robert didn't want Clay to get near
his junk again.  Robert moved away and started to put his shorts on.

 Clay fucked up.

 He was stunned at Robert's reaction.  He immediately started to sober up
and the shame engulfed him.  Clay thought of the eyes of scorn of his best
friend.  He was always fucking up. Clay started dressing and he planned to
leave and head home.  Clay did not want to look in the direction of Robert
and his eyes were starting to water up.  He looked at Robert and said, "I
should go home.  I don't think I feel good."

Clay was sober now.

Clay was still in shock as he walked toward his house.  He was mad at
himself for screwing up with Robert.  He was sorry that he had gotten drunk
and he was sorry he acted the way he did.  He was just drunk.  As he passed
the corner and walked toward his house he heard his name called.  He saw
Joe running toward him.