Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2012 17:20:05 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Cutest Kid in Westley HS, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Young Friends

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Dick Watson was the handsomest boy in school, maybe the whole world, and he
didn't even seem to notice it.  I sure did.  He was taller than the other
kids is age of fifteen, slim, curly blond, killer blue eyes and I have to
whisper hung.

It seemed almost unfair that this paragon was placed among us ordinary
mortals just to make us, by comparison, look...well ordinary.  I sure was
ordinary: five feet five, no definite shade of hair or eye color, not bad
looking I guess, but so forgettable that I could do the perfect crime and
no one would be able to remember what I looked like.

I was generally horny, but specially so toward Dick.  (Hey that sounds
funny.)  Yeah I was attracted to dick (with a small "d") and had two guys
in school who could be had for a blow job if I just nodded.  Now they were
not like gorgeous at all, but they had wet hot mouths and I needed
that...often.  Not once did they refuse when I just raised an eyebrow as a
signal.

Dick Watson was another matter.  If he was in front of me in line I had to
use all my self control not to stare at his slightly protruding, perky ass.
I tried not to inhale his spicy, slightly sweaty, teenage male smell.  My
prick was totally out of control when I was near him and my pants were
usually puffing out obscenely.

He never noticed, he was above all that, but today, he did speak to me
directly for the first time.  What a voice: deep, buzz and hot.

"Howya down', Billy."

My heart jumped out of my chest and fell on the floor.  At least it felt
that way.  He knew my name!  He spoke to me!

But a moment later the thrill diminished as Greg's, baseball teammate
grasped him on the shoulder and begin talking about yesterday's game.  To
paraphrase Shakespeare, "Oh were I a glove on that hand that I might clasp
that smooth muscular shoulder."

The next day I saw Dick standing at the foot of the school steps straddling
a gold scouter.  I already heard that his rich father gave it to him as a
graduation present.

As the weeks went by I would see Dick, shirt off, polishing it and removing
dust that might have landed on it during school hours.  He was wearing out
the paint on that chariot.  You could see that he loved it.  It was so
cute, especially with the display of muscles as he polished and his back
gleaming in the sun.  Oops, stiff again!

I only had that one greeting to cherish until the accident.

Dick, sober too, hit a tree.  It was said that he was flirting with a girl
at the crossroads, at the time.  I heard he was pretty smashed up.  The
scouter was totaled.  In home room they passed around a get well car for
all of us to sign but Wally, he sat next to me, said "He won't likely
recover and if he does, he'll look like Frankenstein."  I think he meant
the monster but school kids are famously inaccurate.

 It was as if they turned off the lights at school.  I really missed him,
my cock did too, but I had an idea.  I decided to visit him at the
hospital.  He was now out of intensive care.  Wilson General was the new
hospital in town and it was more like a motel.  I found out his room and
waited outside screwing up my courage.  The door was open and I could see
him on the raised bed.  He had a lot of tubes and pipes attached to him and
there was a steady beeping of some kind of monitor.

I went in.  "Hi Dick."

He opened one eye, the one least swollen that was visible through a
separation in the bandages.

"Who's that?, is said in his still sexy voice.

"Billy."

"Oh yeah, I remember you.  You're the kid that keeps staring at me."

"I'm sorry, you, you just look so good."

"Did.  When they take off these wrappings, I'll be able to haunt houses."

"You'll always look good to me," I said and let out a little sob.  What a
wimp I am.

I held out the Salt Water Taffy I brought.  I had heard that he liked it,
but he grunted when he saw it.  "No taffy for me, my teeth are wired."

Well to shorten this tale, I visited him every day after school.  We got to
be good friends and I beat him at chess every time.  The other kids from
school, he told me, were too scared to look at him and he really
appreciated my visits.  He took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

Gradually the doctors reduced the coverage of his bandages and now I could
see the repairing, the stitching.  It wasn't pretty.  His teeth wiring was
now out.  Looking at him objectively I'd say he was no longer a very
handsome boy.  He looked like any Tom, Dick or Harry.  Of course he was a
Dick.

Last Friday he asked me to shut the light over his bed and push his table
away.  His neck seemed blushing as he said, "I think you are a little gay."
He waited for me to respond.

"Well, I love getting blow jobs.  Does that make me gay?"

"I'm not sure about that.  Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No.  Why?  Are you asking me to do it, to you?"

In response, he pushed down his covers and I could see him very long and
thick cock lying across his six pack, pulsing slightly.

"I'm going nuts here.  No relief.  It's actually beginning to hurt."

"This is a job for the dick doctor," I said and leaned down toward that
tower of shaking cock and breathed on it."

"Close the door," he croaking.

I returned to the bed and noticed that he had a slight superior smile on
the lower unbandaged part of his face.  Uh oh, he might not be trustworthy
and I might be making a move I might later regret.

He saw my hesitation and must have decided to take a risk.  "If you have
second thoughts, just forget it.  I'll rub one off, or maybe you could do
it for me."

I came close, lowered my head and smelled his crotch...ambrosia!  He saw me
weakening and he pushed my head down on his dick.

"Open your mouth and get a nice present." he whispered hotly.

I did and he popped into my open mouth.  He let out a heavy moan and began
stroking my hair with a steady rhythm.  As I proceeded to copy the method
used by my two suckers, he went into a full steady moan and continued to
stroke my hair harder and harder.  Somehow my hair became a stand-in for my
prick and I got hard and dripping and hard to clench my ass to keep from
shooting.

Dick was no slow cumer.  Soon he began to thrust and he began hitting my
head with the flat of his hand.  I don't know if I was secretly a pain
lover but that gesture threw me over the edge and I was soon soaking my
pants with spurge.  He knew I had gone over the edge and with a shout he
joined me, filling my mouth with his sweet milk.

When we both recovered, he said, "Aren't you going to thank me for my
present?"

Now that was harsh.  I was a bit hurt, but I said goodbye nicely and headed
home.

End Part One