Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2011 10:05:31 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "This Kid Keeps Touching Me, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends

"This Kid Keeps Touching Me, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Young Friends


I felt so loving toward Skip, now that he seemed more human.  I moved
forward until my chest was touching his lower chest (because of our height
difference.)  He looked down at me.  The look was tender.  We were falling
in love, I think, not that I know anything about that stuff.

He leaned down and put his heated lips against mine.  My head went dizzy
and I pressed back.  Soon the two of us were making out like a prom date.
His warm tongue pushed past my pursed lips and that ramped up the passion.

Without giving it thought my hand began skiing up and down the sharp slope
of the top of his ass cheeks.  I felt him stiffen so I kissed harder.  Then
out of uncontrollable lust I squeezed his hard ass cheeks.  He struggled to
wiggle away and I shoved my tongue into his mouth and fenced with his
tongue.  I looked up at him.  It was working.  He eyes were rolling in a
helpless sex haze.  Then I went for the kill.  My finger pushed into the
valley of his ass and I rubbed the entrance to his hole that was already
pushing in and out.  He was keening in a high voice, so different than his
grown up basso.

Suddenly he pushed me away to arms length and put his big hands around my
skinny neck and began to apply pressure.  I croaked out, "Skip, stop,
you're hurting me."  But he pressed harder.  This was serious, I couldn't
breathe and I was getting faint.  I sagged and blacked out.  I guess that
scared him into letting go.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but since my brother raped my ass, I go crazy when
someone touches me there."

I was now fully back to myself and feeling even more in control of the
situation.  "Did you like it a little."

He nodded helplessly.  "But it was wrong.  He's a fucking bastard.  I was
only ten years old."

I stroked his manly cheek.  "Poor Skip, you were really affected, even to
today."  I said nothing, watching him pull himself together.  "You need to
get back on the horse, or maybe I should say, let the horse get back on
you."

His eyes opened in alarm.  "If you got ideas of corn holing me, forget it."
But his face belied his words.  He was falling into passion over the idea.

"Why don't you lie down on my bed,' I said, summoning up my most persuasive
tone of voice.

He looked at me with trustful eyes and said in a whisper.  I do love you
and I do want you to be happy, to get off, to be a part of that."

I felt ten feet tall.  Although I loved this big kid, I was tired of being
the cutie.  I wanted to grow up, to dominate and control.  I shook my long
penis at him and, I'm afraid, leered at him.  His face showed fear.  I put
the big head of my penis against his tightly clenched ass hole.  I pushed
slightly.  He let out a long sob and began a shaking fit of tears.

I put my arms around him and held him through the storm.  His tears fell on
my shoulder like a summer rainstorm.  Finally his body relaxed and he
pulled away from me.  "I just can't.  Your cock is enormous.  I can't even
try to accommodate it.  I did so want to let you, but I can't"

We were now completely apart.  Suddenly he brightened.  "Let me put my, er,
smaller one in you.  I think I can give you pleasure."

Resignedly I sighed, said nothing and lay down on my back and shoved my
legs up in the air, sulkingly.  He ignored my mood and carefully got
between my hairless legs and touched my ass hole with his shapely, but
small prick.

He gulped in pleasure.  He was really happy now.  I was slightly fearful
but the small head easily slipped in.  Time for analysis stopped.  We were
both caught in the thrill of fucking together.  My breath hoarsed out and
he was saying "uh, uh" in time with his thrusts.

I felt hot flashing all over my body but there was no feeling I would cum
now.  It was a plateau I new so well.  I think he sensed that I lagging
behind him and he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts.  I loved
it.  Then he began flicking his jock finger over my young nubs.  I cried
out with the thrill of it.

His face was gradually firming into a mask of almost pain as he fought to
hold back his spooge.  Then, with a cry of helplessness, he slowed down and
his hips began shaking and I felt a torrent of cum hitting my inner
passage.  He really was having a big one.  His eyes were rolling and his
tongue fell out of his mouth and dripped saliva.  Finally, he fell against
me in exhaustion.

After a minute he began stoking my cheek.  "Babe, I had hoped to give you a
great cum by rubbing your inside.  I'm sorry.  Should I...?"  He made a
loose fist to signal a rub off"

I shook my head.  "Skip, I am a slow cummer, but if you agree, I think your
mouth could do the job."

Wow, his face showed his conflict.  This was asking him to be really
committed to gay sex.  Finally his nice-guy self won.  He licked his lips
and leaned down between my thighs.  In a second I felt his big tongue slide
over my cock head.  Next, he fastened his lips around my circumcised penis
head, surrounding the ridge there and licked the head like a lolly.  Oh
shit, this was heaven.

Greedily I pushed so that more of my shaft entered his mouth.  He was
dripping spit like a faucet, and moaning around my cock.  I think he found
a new hot activity.  Now he began a heavy suction and his hand took hold of
my large balls and gently squeezed.  He began moving up and down while
shagging my lower shaft.  I felt my control melting away.  It felt like
sperm was beginning to race from my toes, up my legs and into my balls
which drew up tight.  They always did that before spitting out a cum.  I
cried out that I was cumming and he redoubled his efforts.

He made a sound of excitement as the first spurt of my thin boy cum hit his
tongue.  He knew he had been successful.  My hips lifted and lowered as I
delivered the goods.  I almost fainted from the intensity of the orgasm.

At last the deluge stopped and he gave my big cock head one last lick of
love and sat back on his haunches.  "Bobby, give me a week and you can fuck
me silly.  I'm going to practice fucking myself with that vibrator my Mum
has and then maybe something bigger."

"Good," I said, hardly hearing him.  "Do you still have that aluminum
baseball bat?"

"What?  You want me to shove that up my ass?"

"No, you cretin, I got a new soft ball for my birthday and I thought we
could do some batting practice."

He gave a long "Oh" and then we kinda smooched for awhile.  Please, leave
us in private.


End of story