WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and
boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE
AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be
reading this or not!
8/98
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RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-2 "RITES OF BOYHOOD, part 2"
(Part #2) Copyright 1997 Vince Water
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Author's note: Hey horny guys! I've rewritten 'part 1' to this story with
new text for yaz to enjoy. The original posting with Nifty bore a 9/97
date. The new 'part 1' file bears the 'Re-edited 8/98' date at the top!
So download this new version and re-read it before continuing with this
part 2. Okay?
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* "Rites of Boyhood" *
* - part 2 - *
Jimmy ran back through the woods. He left the Indian man behind him
without so much as a 'good-bye'. Why? The boy didn't know. Only that he
needed to get away to think about what had happened... to ponder over that
'naked thing' that had happened between a man and a boy.
The path came into sight. Jimmy leaped upon it, startling the two older
boys who flicked away their incriminating cigarettes. When they saw that
it was only Jimmy, some anger filled their eyes. Parker especially. He
didn't like appearing weak and afraid before the younger boy.
Parker pointed to the edge of the path and asked, "Well... go get it."
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and did as he was asked. He found the
smoldering cigarette and held it between his two fingers in the proper
pose. The Spanish boy fetched his own and continued smoking it.
Jimmy turned to face the two older boys. He watched Parker draw out a
fresh cigarette from the pack within his shirt pocket. His friend lit it
with the glowing tip of his own. That left Jimmy with the half-finished
cigarette stuck in his fingers. He knew what was expected of him.
A sly grin filled Parker's face. With his newly lit cigarette, he
pulled a long drag from it and held in the smoke a moment before blowing
out. He then nodded to Jimmy. The youth looked down at the thing in his
fingers. 'A lit cigarette!' He'd been told that it was a bad vice of
adults; unthinkable for a kid to try it. Yet under the glare of two older
boys, Jimmy lifted his tight fingers to his mouth. He put the tip of it to
his lips and sucked on the moist filter.
The thickness of smoke went down the boy's throat. A moment later, his
lungs filled and violently rejected it. Jimmy exploded with coughs. The
two boys laughed expectantly at him. Tears ran down the youth's face
while he sputtered. His lungs hurt him bad.
"You've smoked before, eh?" asked Parker wistfully.
Jimmy felt stung. It angered him to appear weak so he planted his feet
in the path, faced the two boys grimly and brought the cigarette back to
his mouth and tried another puff. A small one. He felt the stinging in his
lungs but was able to control it. Upon releasing breath, he saw the
telling smoke come out his mouth. No coughing this time. A deep sense of
pride filled Jimmy.
The three boys smoked their cigarettes in silence. When the Spanish boy
finished his, he begged Parker for another. Instead of being given a new
cigarette, they shared one between them. Jimmy was slow to puff on his. He
took many breaths of fresh air between drawing smoke and that prevented
him from coughing so much.
"You're doing great kid," said Parker. He drew the last drags from his
cigarette and dropped it to the path before smashing it into the dirt.
Jimmy felt the heat from his shrinking cigarette against his fingers and
decided to also put it out. He smashed it under his gym shoe like a pro.
"Why so long in the woods?" asked the Spanish boy. "We were thinking of
going in to look for you... Got lost or did a bear get your ass?"
Jimmy grinned at the boy's thick accent. He dropped his eyes and only
shrugged his shoulders in reply.
"See there..." he spoke to Parker while pointing at the front of the
youth's pants. "The boy's hard-on has been lost!" To Jimmy he asked, "You
piss something more outa your dick, eh kid?" He made a suggestive pulling
motion over his crotch.
Jimmy suddenly knew what the Spanish guy had asked of him. It brought a
burning to his face though he shook his head as if not understanding what
was being asked of him.
"Yah... I think you're right!" said Parker. "It's okay kid. We all do
it so don't be getting so red faced and all."
Jimmy lifted his eyes from the ground to read Parker. There was an
understanding look in that boy's eyes so he squared his shoulders with
cautious pride. Yes. He could make his shoot out more than piss. When he
turned to the Spanish boy, he saw a hungry look there. Jimmy had seen that
same fire in the Indian man's dark eyes for him earlier.
"Look at our bambino! He's so cute," spoke the Spanish boy. "Kinda
how you looked them four years ago when we first jerked each other."
"I was never That innocent!" Parker shouted. "Tell me kid... Have you
ever, you know... done it with a friend?"
Jimmy tried sorting through what he'd heard: 'jerked each other' and
'done it with a friend' were puzzling phrases to him. He saw how Parker
glanced at his Spanish friend with an intense expression of friendship and
longing on his face; how his hand almost reached out to grasp his friend's.
At that moment Jimmy understood.
The youth peered shyly into Parker's eyes and gave a brief nod. His
new friends smiled in understanding and it felt sweet to Jimmy in an
unexplained way. 'They are like me?' he thought with hope.
Jimmy was startled by the loud grunt of a bus engine and he remembered
where they were supposed to be. "We better get along to the barracks
before Kirkland gets mad!" he warned. The youth started running down the
path towards the single-story buildings.
"Oh, no!" whined Parker. "Kirkland might get mad at us!" Yet he chased
after the boy with his Spanish friend close behind him.
They found chaos inside the crowded barracks. Boys spilled over the
bunk beds and between them in their struggle to choose the best ones for
sleeping in. Those closest to the door were already taken. Jimmy pushed
his way down the aisle to go find a bunk for himself. There was an empty
one in the corner of the long room but it didn't have a mattress; only a
web of sagging, rusted wire mesh. A few mattresses were piled along the
wall so Jimmy went to fetch one. It was heavy and bulky in his small
hands yet he managed to drag it past the other boys to his bunk.
When Jimmy lifted it into the bottom bunk, a fat boy shouted at him.
"Hey, that's where I'm going to sleep!" warned Arnold.
"If that's your bunk," Jimmy answered, "why didn't you get a mattress
for it?"
Arnold gave no reply. Instead, he tried grabbing the mattress from
Jimmy's hands. A fierce struggle broke out between the two boys with much
shouting and pushing. Jimmy tried looking for help from Kirkland but the
man was too busy stopping another fight at the other end of the room.
A tall boy stood over Arnold. "This is Jimmy's bunk," spoke Parker.
"Who are you to tell me anything?" Arnold shouted in protest. He pushed
on Jimmy and took hold of the mattress with both hands.
The Spanish boy looked at his friend with an astonished expression on
his dark face. Parker became more menacing. "Oh, just some guy who's
going to beat the crap outa ya if you don't let go."
Now it was Arnold's turn to took to Kirkland for help. When the fat boy
saw that he wasn't going to get any, he turned to Parker with a determined
look on his face. 'Would he fight him?' Jimmy couldn't see how he'd have a
chance against the older boy.
"You a tough hombre, eh fat one?" asked the Spanish boy. "If not, I'd
listen to my friend and let go of the mattress if I were you..."
All the fight went out of Arnold. He looked at the three boys with
anger and shoved the mattress against Jimmy before turning away. Parker
folded his arms over his chest in triumph. The Spanish boy helped Jimmy
with setting the mattress onto the bunk.
"Thanks," Jimmy muttered. "I don't know your name though."
"I'm Miguel. You one tough kid with a macho heart but your body still
needs some growing to match it."
Jimmy could only nod his head in reply. He sat over the bottom bunk to
rest while Parker and Miguel went to find bunks for themselves. It
surprised him that no one had yet taken the upper bunk; it didn't have a
mattress over its rusting wire mesh. 'Perhaps it's too much work for some
boy to drag a mattress up to it," Jimmy thought.
Shouts of joy went through the room when a man delivered all the
suitcases and packs at the door. He had them loaded on a cart which was
being pulled by a mule. Boys sprang from their beds to fetch what
belonged to them. Jimmy decided to wait so that he could guard his bunk.
Kirkland shouted for order. The tangle of boys ended their frantic
grabbing of packs and suitcases so that the delivery man could unload them
from his mule cart. Jimmy grinned. He didn't like Kirkland much but he
admired how their councilor could control the boys under his charge.
Jimmy laid over the bunk with a content feeling. He fully realized at
that moment that he was going to be living in this barracks for two whole
weeks without his mother fussing over him. Two weeks of fun with the other
boys. It was a very exciting thought.
A creaking sound startled Jimmy. He watched a door opening through what
he had thought was only a wall near his bunk. A man stepped through with a
peg-board held tightly in his hands. He wore thick glasses; they gave him
an official look. Ignoring Jimmy's open-mouthed stare, the man went
straight away to speak with Kirkland. Jimmy peered through the small door
to see that it connected another barracks with this one. It contained the
same number of bunks but they were already organized with folded blankets,
pillows at the head of every bed and there were suitcases at the foot of
each one. Empty of boys though.
Kirkland shouted for a roll call. From the glasses-wearing man's peg-
board, a boy's name was called out and answered by that boy. They went
through a list of nearly twenty names. Jimmy saw that there were twelve
bunk beds in their barracks. His was one of the few that didn't have
anyone planning to sleep on top.
By the end of roll call, everyone had gotten their suitcases and packs
placed on their beds. Kirkland announced that it was time for lunch. This
brought a joyous noise from the hoard, and for once, Kirkland had said
something that everyone liked. A line quickly formed behind the camp
councilor and off they went through the woods to another single-story
building. Jimmy's eyes widened when he saw the size of the mess hall. It
had long tables with seats for nearly a hundred and was already filled
with boys eating lunch.
It became a noisy affair. Trays were taken in hand and napkin-wrapped
silverware grabbed, sometimes clattering to the floor while the long line
of hungry boys were served by the lunch crew. Jimmy found an empty seat at
a table filling with his barracks mates and he sat down. He eagerly ate
the steaming meat whatever-it-was piled on his plate. A thick puddle of
black tasted like chocolate pudding. Jimmy was too hungry to care.
Near the end of lunch, Chief Charcoal addressed the boys over a loud
megaphone to describe all the wonderful activities everyone could expect
to enjoy at Camp Shingobeck. They including hiking, swimming, fishing,
canoeing, and learning Indian skills of tracking, bow shooting and costume
crafting. A nightly bon fire with marshmallows was also promised.
The staff leaders of the camp stood beside Chief Charcoal. All ten of
them. Each man was introduced (no women to Jimmy's delight!) and what
roles they played in camp. The black chief ended his introduction by
saying that their camp councilors (who had ridden up on the buses with each
group of boys) was responsible for keeping everyone happy and safe during
the next two weeks. That brought a chorus of boos from most of the boys.
It seemed that Kirkland wasn't the only unpopular councilor amongst them.
When lunch ended, the boys swarmed out of the mess hall and formed
lines behind their camp councilors. Kirkland brought his group back to the
barracks so that the suitcases and packs could get unloaded and organized.
He suggested a hike afterwards so that everyone could become acquainted
with the camp's layout. Some of the boys asked for a swim instead.
Kirkland said they would go after the hike.
Jimmy unpacked his bag. It was filled mostly with clean folded clothes;
lots of extra underwear and socks. He found his swim suit and left it on
top of the pack. A bag of candy was discovered and he kept it hidden deep
beneath the clothes. That was Jimmy's emergency food supply.
When everything in the barracks was settled, Kirkland led the line of
boys out to the woods. They took a well-traveled path that made a large
circle around camp. Kirkland showed the boys what Shingobeck had to offer
in the way of fun: a bow shooting range, crafts shop, baseball lot, the
lake to swim, canoe and fish in as well as a bunch of other interesting
places and things for boys to have fun during their two weeks.
All the while, Jimmy kept his eyes out for Mister Burrows. He wanted to
spot the Indian but at the same time he also felt a strange reluctance.
It was a mixed feeling that Jimmy didn't dwell on. Their hike ended back
at the barracks and many of the boys began undressing to put swim suits
on. Kirkland sat over his bottom bunk and watched with keen interest. He
warned the boys to always swim with a buddy and that a shower was needed
afterwards to prevent something called 'swimmer's itch.'
Jimmy's eyes wandered while he put on his swim suit. He was curious to
see the naked bodies of other boys his age and older. Many had groin hair
above their dicks and what differing sizes they were! He saw that Miguel's
pole was thick and brown like the Indian man's. Its tip was kept hidden
within a loose extra skin. Jimmy's pole became erect from peeking at the
other naked boys. His swim suit didn't hide its length well enough.
"Do you need to piss again?" Miguel asked with a laugh. At his side was
Parker, also dressed for swimming. Jimmy blushed. He ignored Miguel by
looking over Parker's thin body. He saw that the boy's muscles in his arms
and shoulders were nearly that of a man's. He could be Kirkland's age.
"How old are you?" Jimmy asked of Parker. His question brought a
startled look from Miguel who glanced at his friend questioningly.
"Old enough..." Parker whispered.
"For what?" Jimmy asked in his boldness to press the issue. He knew
that something was going on here that alarmed the Spanish boy. A man's
shouting broke through their tense challenge.
Kirkland had the boys form a line behind him and they walked down a
wooded path to the lake. Not everyone wore swim suits. Jimmy realized that
some of the boys would be canoeing or fishing but most of the boys were
planning to swim.
Parker and Miguel stayed together though keeping some distance from
Jimmy. That made the youth feel dejected and he wondered what he'd done
wrong. When the lake came into sight, Kirkland had the swimmers find
buddies to pair up with. They were quickly formed and the boys ran into
the water, splashing and shouting with happy glee. Jimmy matched himself
with a younger boy who was only ten. His name was Jeff. Poor Arnold was
left without a partner; no one wanted to swim with the fat boy so Kirkland
forced two boys to form a reluctant triad with him.
Jimmy was glad that the water wasn't cold. It was a large circular lake
that had a canoe dock and a long fishing pier. At distance from shore was
a floating platform that drew the more adventurous boys. Jimmy wanted to
swim out to it as well but his young buddy said that he was too scared.
"I really can't swim," Jeff explained. The youth stood in water up to
his chest with his arms outstretched for balance. He looked frightened.
"I can teach you," answered Jimmy. He stood closer to the young boy and
held his slim shoulders. There was reluctance in Jeff's eyes. Jimmy lifted
him slowly and fell back into the water so that he could get the little
boy to swim.
Jeff was afraid at first. He flung his arms wildly and kicked up
splashes with his legs. Jimmy held him throughout. With much patience,
Jimmy tried teaching his young friend how to swim. He slowly gained
Jeff's trust but the youth's fear of the water was stronger and hard for
him to ignore.
"I'm sorry for being so scared," Jeff explained.
"That's okay..." Jimmy answered. "We're all scared of something."
"What are you scared of?"
Jimmy set his young friend down and glared at him. There was no sign of
mockery in the little boy's eyes so he decided to tell him.
"Did you see that club house in the tall oak when we got off the bus?"
Jimmy asked.
Jeff nodded. "There was a rope ladder hanging down from it... A really
high climb!"
"Yes... very high." Jimmy felt his eyes stinking with tears when he
recalled a similar club house in his own back yard. Perhaps not as high
but it was enough of a fall to cause his father's death.
An uneasy silence grew between the two boys. Jeff didn't understand
what was making his friend so sad yet he knew to keep silent. Some boys
swam by and splashed water at them which demanded a fierce response. It
swept away the dark mood in Jimmy.
They returned to their swimming lesson after the splashing bout. Jimmy
held the younger boy in his arms; he felt the adult-like power that he had
over Jeff. To him, it was like gaining a younger brother. He took care of
the little boy and taught him the first lessons of wading in deep water
and how to swim. Jeff enjoyed the attention. He was the only boy in a
family of three sisters so Jimmy was like a big brother he never had.
A period of time passed unnoticed by the two boys. The loud shouting
and splashing games all around them went unnoticed. They only had eyes for
each other. Jimmy and Jeff were fast becoming good friends and it showed.
They giggled a lot. Their slippery bodies shared warmth in the water which
gave both of the boys erections but neither let on about it.
When the sun started to fall in the sky, Jeff asked if they could rest.
Jimmy led him towards the middle of the fishing pier. He climbed over the
wooden planks and reached his hand down to the water for Jeff. His
strength was enough to lift the little boy up to sit beside him.
Jeff wrapped his thin arms around himself for warmth. Jimmy brought an
arm around the boy to comfort him and he took this moment to study his
little friend. Jeff was a thin, brown-haired kid with short hair and brown
eyes. He sure liked to talk a lot.
"Maybe we'll swim to that floating platform tomorrow," Jeff whispered.
Jimmy heard the fear in the little boy's voice. "No. I'll need to teach
you a few more lessons before we can try to swim out to it."
"You'll be my swimming buddy tomorrow?"
Jimmy simply nodded. He noticed that Jeff was staring at him so he
turned to face the little boy. "I like you. It's not important for me to
go out to that platform with the other kids. We've had a lot of fun
together."
Jeff smiled. He wrapped his arm around Jimmy's waist to return the
half-hug that they've been sharing. Something passed between the two boys;
a kind of excitement that came from the good feelings swelling inside them
and from the sensual touching of their half-naked bodies. It caused an
erection to spring up in Jeff's swim suit. Jimmy saw it and he grew hard
as well.
"I felt you getting big in the water," Jeff whispered. When Jimmy
glanced back at him it caused the little boy to giggle nervously.
"Yah. I felt you too," Jimmy replied. He shrugged his shoulders from
not knowing what more to say.
Jeff continued to stare at the growing bulge in Jimmy's swim suit. He
saw that it was longer than his own erection and wondered if any hair grew
above it like what he'd seen on the older boys in the shower room at his
school. The loud clomping of shoes over the pier coming up behind the two
boys ended their staring game. Jimmy turned to see who it was.
"It's going to be time for supper soon," explained Kirkland. "Most of
the boys have showered already. You two should go clean up."
Jimmy rose from the pier with Jeff in hand. They walked behind Kirkland
in silence back towards shore. The man led them to a concrete block wall
which formed the shower room. A stack of folded towels was pointed out to
the two boys.
With towels in hand, the two boys passed through a gap in the wall and
found themselves in a roofless building with lots of shower heads sticking
out from the inside walls. In the middle of the room were long wooden
benches to sit on. Only a few boys remained here. They were drying off
with their towels before returning to the barracks to dress.
Jimmy noticed his little friend's bright eyes on the naked boys. He
also stared at the pale butts and limp-hanging poles of the three youths
who stood wringing out their swim suits. Jimmy found a working shower (a
few were missing handles) and Jeff stood in a shower next to him. The
water was only tepid though. All the hot water had been used up earlier.
A bar of soap was found lying on the floor but no shampoo. Jimmy used
it to lather up his hair, and with closed eyes, he brought the soapy water
down his body. When he touched upon his swim suit, he quickly dropped it
down to his feet. His hands swirled the soapy water over the lower part of
his body before turning to face the running water. When his hair was
rinsed, he opened his eyes to see that Jeff was standing close beside him.
Naked.
"I need to use the soap," Jeff explained. "Can I stand in your shower?
Mine doesn't run so well..."
Jimmy handed the little boy his bar of soap. He turned around so that
they were facing each other. Jeff had a really small pole and no groin
hair, he noticed. It didn't surprise him since his friend was only ten.
Jeff turned away. He lathered up his hair with the soap and tried bringing
it down the rest of his body. Jimmy helped. He took back the soap so that
he could use it against the boy's back to clean him. He even dared to go
lower with his soapy hands, rubbing over the boy's pale little butt.
Jeff's legs were next soaped up.
Jimmy stood closer to the wall so that the water could rinse away the
soap from his friend. He marveled at the smallness of Jeff's pale body. It
attracted him. His few peeks of the boy's loins made him get excited. A
familiar growth filled his dick. His stomach felt like it had a rock in
it. To prevent the little boy from seeing his erection, he took hold of
his friend's slim shoulders when joining him under the shower. They stood
together, front to back but without touching.
The water seemed to grow colder. Jeff stepped back against his friend
so that they could share warmth. He felt the boy's erection against his
butt and it thrilled him. His pole stood up hard against his belly in a
proud male display. He wasn't ashamed of his obvious excitement.
Jimmy couldn't move. His dick was pressing hard against Jeff's little
butt and he knew that the boy could feel it. The tenseness in his stomach
grew into a boulder. He didn't know what to do. What they were doing was
similar to what he often imagined himself wanting to do with another boy
in the shower. He wondered if Jeff daydreamed about such things as well.
Jeff boldly reached down for his erection. He began pulling over it.
Jimmy seemed not to notice; he held the little boy's shoulders and rubbed
over them in a kind of massage. Jeff's quick handling made his butt hump.
He could feel the older boy's dick sticking through his cheeks. It made a
tickly sensation.
Jimmy had to gasp. He felt Jeff's humping and it sent sharp tingles
into his hard dick. Sticking through the little boy's butt was like
pulling over the shaft of his erection but much more thrilling. He
couldn't believe that Jeff was allowing it.
Jimmy kept still while Jeff humped his little butt against him. He saw
his long dick swallowed up between the boy's pale cheeks. His groin hair
crunched above Jeff's butt. The rhythmic action forced Jimmy to play
along. His stabs began slowly though. Longer and deeper pushes through the
cheeks of Jeff's butt until the tip of his dick found a nice place to poke
through. The little boy tightened his cheek muscles, trapping his friend's
erection inside him.
Their embrace tightened. Jimmy lowered his right hand to clutch the
little boy's chest. His feet rocked over the slippery cement floor with
each thrust. The tight feeling between Jeff's cheeks was an intense
pleasure that Jimmy had never experienced before. It made him grow wild.
He stabbed. Deeply, and through some resistance that Jimmy didn't
recognize for what it was. The sharp thrills intensified in his dick. He
knew that he'd explode soon.
Jeff felt the powerful motion of the boy over his back. Their bodies
struggled against each other. He was being held to Jimmy by the tight arms
around his chest and left shoulder. It was like he was being attacked
somehow. A frightening thing! He bent over to try getting out of the older
boy's grip. That's when a piercing pain came deep from inside his butt...
Jimmy cried out in ecstasy while Jeff cried out in pain. Their brief
male joining was a new thing to the both of them but it resulted in
opposite effects. Jimmy pumped his clear seed into the little boy's hole.
It was a surprisingly powerful thrill for him while Jeff tried pushing
his attacker away to end the sharp pain. He couldn't understand why his
new friend was hurting him so badly.
Their moment together ended. When Jimmy returned to himself, he heard
Jeff's cries and felt the feeble pounding against his body. His arms
opened. The little boy pulled his butt off Jimmy's dick and spun around.
On his face was an angry look of betrayal.
Jimmy felt something claw at his heart like an angry bear. He saw the
youth's pain and knew that he was the cause of it. Tears sprang to his
eyes. His head shook violently from side to side as if to deny the harm
that he'd done to his little friend.
"I didn't mean it!" Jimmy shouted while stepping closer to the little
boy. Jeff's angry eyes glared at his lower body. Jimmy looked down as
well, at his dick - the thing that had given his friend pain. He noticed a
brown stain covering its pink head. From his piss hole dripped male
victory. He recalled his intense pleasure from squirting inside the boy's
butt. Now, only shame filled his heart. He continued to shake his head in
bitter denial.
Jeff calmed down. The pain in his butt was subsiding and he saw that
his friend was truly sorry for what he'd done. The youth tried thinking
over what must have happened but he was at a loss. The idea of it was too
unbelievable. He saw Jimmy's open arms and after a moment's reluctance, he
stepped into them. The two boys held each other as friends once more.
Jimmy half-carried his friend back to the shower. He wanted the cold
water to clean away their dirty act. It flowed over their oneness for a
long while. Jimmy no longer cried. He also thought over what had happened
and it seemed strange... 'My dick had stuck through the boy's hole?' He
remembered the brown stain over the end of his dick and concluded that it
had to be true.
"It's my fault," Jeff explained. "I stuck my butt against your dick and
it must have slipped in..."
"No!" Jimmy answered. "I did it. I'm sorry that I've hurt you."
Jeff tightened his embrace around the older boy. He felt a giggle
coming on from the way the both of them were trying to take the blame. When
bad things happened, a boy always denied his fault in it yet here, both
of them were trying to say that they were the one who had done wrong.
Jimmy's hands clutched the small body of his friend and it was like
healing balm for his aching heart. He began massaging the boy's back while
he held him. The water was cold but they shared warmth together. It was a
moment in their lives that neither boy would ever forget.
Jeff enjoyed the touch of his friend's hands. He tried standing up tall
in their embrace but the pain in his butt kept him from straightening up
fully. He wondered about what happened and decided to ask Jimmy about it.
"My butt hurts," Jeff asked. "Did you... stick in far?"
Jimmy paused from answering the youth. He was worried about why the
little boy was asking him about such a thing. Would he be tattling on him
to Kirkland about it?
Jeff sensed his friend's uneasiness so he assured him, "I won't tell
anyone. Really! Just tell me why you think it happened."
"Okay. I didn't mean to do it," Jimmy answered. "I felt you humping
against me and it felt good... like how I rub over my dick to thrill it.
Somehow, it slipped in and that's when it happened."
"Why didn't you stop it?" asked Jeff.
"I was feeling so good from shooting and..."
"Shooting?"
Jimmy swallowed nervously in his throat. He forgot that Jeff was only a
little boy and that he might not know about coming out from beating off.
It made it hard for him to answer. He decided on another approach.
"Have you ever done anything with your dick when it gets hard?" Jimmy
asked.
"Yes. When you were holding me close in the shower, it got hard and I
felt a need to pull over it. Didn't you see me?"
Jimmy remained silent. He hadn't noticed but that would explain why
Jeff's butt was humping against him... The little boy was probably too
young to shoot from his dick though.
"I'm often getting my pole to length and thrilling it in hand," Jeff
admitted. "I've heard that a lot of boys do it."
Jimmy's face flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that he
was hearing such things from a younger boy. Bold words of sex! He
tightened his arms around Jeff to hide himself from the little boy. He
wondered where his friend had learned about it.
A gasp was forced from Jimmy when he felt something hard poking against
his balls. The little boy was revealing something to him with his body -
that his pole had grown hard from their talking and that he wanted to rub
it against him.
"It's okay... Go ahead," Jimmy assured his little friend. His arms
lowered so that he could grip the boy's slippery ass. Jeff flinched when
his hands pulled over both cheeks and he remembered the boy's pain. After
a moment, his own butt was gripped. Jimmy grinned and he felt the rising
of his own dick against his friend's erection.
By this time, the water from the shower was running very cold. Jimmy
slowly pulled his friend from the shower so that they could continue
doing it without any discomfort. The air was warmer. Their embrace
tightened and the rubbing motion between their bellies was a nice thing
the boys shared.
Jimmy grew to full length. He was surprised by his need since he had
already managed to come out twice that day. Yet the thrills continued to
build up in his dick. Jeff's finger erection was no match for his size so
the older boy kept himself in check. He wouldn't do anything wild this
time to hurt his little friend again.
A low gasp came from Jeff. He held another deep breath and felt its
tightness in his lungs cause a sharp pop in his erection. A neat thrill!
His breath came out as a small cry. The boy gulped in air and he held his
breath for as long as he dared, forcing his hard pole to build with more
intense thrills. His outcries were worrying Jimmy though.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yah... It feels so good!" cried Jeff.
Jimmy smiled. He remembered when first handling himself that his
thrills kept getting bigger the longer he pulled over his dick and held
breaths. Though nothing came out, it had given him much pleasure. On the
day he could shoot, his dick pulling had given him an intense surprise.
The explosion of pleasure was wonderful as much as seeing that his dick
could shoot out like a man.
Jimmy squeezed the boy's slippery cheeks and thrusted hard. It became a
fleshy sword battle between their bellies. Jeff rose on his toes each time
he stabbed against Jimmy's bigger dick. Their male motion made a sucking
sound when their bodies collided. Breaths raced through each boy's mouth.
Jeff sighed with contentment. His hard pole was really feeling intense.
When Jeff felt the sharpest thrills he had ever experienced, he cried
out in his boyish high-pitched voice. Jimmy heard it and that made his
pent-up loins explode. Squirts came out. His dick wet a few times to the
little boy in his arms and at their ending, a low moan of satisfaction
came out with his breath. Jeff also cried out. The rough handling of his
sore butt had hurt but more so, his friend's thrusts had caused him to
feel the greatest thrills from his squashed pole!
The boys panted against each other. Jeff's eyes widened when he felt
something warm trickling down his belly. 'Did Jimmy piss?' he wondered. A
moment later he knew what happened. He understood what his friend had tried
explaining earlier to him about 'shooting'. He had felt it!
A voice echoed through the room, startling the embracing boys. "Turn
off that shower," spoke the soft voice of a man. "It will be time for
supper soon... Get dressed and off so I can clean up this place."
Jimmy and Jeff separated from each other in a rush. With their butts
towards the janitor, they reached for their towels on the bench and began
drying themselves in silence. Jimmy didn't dare turn his head around to
look for the Indian until he was done drying his body. When he did look,
he saw that Mister Burrows had gone. Jeff turned to his friend and pointed
at the streak on his belly.
"That's where you shot on me!"
Jimmy felt embarrassment. He quickly brought his towel over the youth's
belly to dry it off. Jeff giggled. He turned around to look for the
janitor, and when not finding him, slapped over his butt knowingly and
shouted. "You can't dry what you've shot into me here!"
Jimmy shook his head in disbelief. The little boy's earlier pain had
turned into a source of pride for what his dick had done in that small
butthole. It worried him a little.
"You won't tell anyone about what we've done... will you?" he begged.
Jeff continued to grin but he shook his head in reply. When he
straightened up, he grimaced in pain. He felt the urgent need to go...
Jimmy watched the little boy streak through the room to the toilet
stalls at the other end. With a bang, the door closed and he could imagine
what Jeff was doing. He felt a need to piss so he walked to a urinal. His
yellow flow was strong and when looking down at his semi-erection, it
brought him new pride. This day had seen him in the ritual hands of a
Indian to strengthen his manhood while in the arms of a young boy, their
joining had made for a stronger friendship. Jeff was in awe of his first
day of summer camp!
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