Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 01:25:00 +0000
From: The Lightbringer <lightbringer666@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Summer, Forever Friends: Part 1

Forever Summer, Forever Friends
By the light bringer

The following is a totally made up story of consensual sexual relationships
between totally made up youths. It will contain graphic descriptions of
male/male & male/female encounters, orally, anally, and vaginally, in some
cases more than one at a time. No youths were harmed in the writing of this
story. In fact, there is probably no such thing as a youth.

If you are under the age of consent in your locality, turn off your
computer now, before you go blind, get arrested, and lose your allowance.

This is going to start slow; there isn't much graphic in part one, and most
it is straight. If you're just looking for a quicky, try another story.

*****

Now and then as I think back on how I got where I am today, I reflect on
all those summers in Upstate NY. This is all memory, understand, and memory
idealizes everything.  I remember us as beautiful, but for all I know we
were all fat dumpy slobs. And we probably didn't talk as intelligently as I
remember. But this is my story, and I'm sticking to it.

One: age 10

In the spring of 1982, with Ronald Reagan in the White House and the
economy starting to turn around from the depths of the 1970's, my dad
decided that we needed a place for a summer escape.  A broker with a major
trading house, he was starting to get the rewards of the Republicans. After
a few weeks of looking around, he found a nice piece of property in the
eastern Catskills, a couple of hours north of New York City. It was kind of
odd, though- the property actually had three cabins on it. It didn't take
long for him to lease two of the cabins to friends from work, and change my
life forever.

Dad's firm always seemed to be having parties and events where families
were invited, so I knew the Bethany Parker and Brian Jamison. Of course, I
knew their families too, but I didn't care so much about them. Bethany,
Brian, and I always seemed to end up together at those events. We were all
the same age, birthdays within weeks of each other in May and June, and we
even looked sort of like family. Each of us had blond hair and blue eyes,
thin lithe bodies. Okay, my hair was already darkening from the white-blond
of childhood; I didn't know it then, but by my teen years it would be a
dull light brown. Bethany's was dirty blond, really cute shoulder-length
hair; Brian's was still the kind of almost-white that my hair only
remembered.

We hung out together for fun and survival at those parties, and we were
"sort of" friends- we didn't know each other away from those parties, and
none of us ever tried to meet away from our parents work. Still, I remember
looking forward to hanging out with them. When I knew that I'd spend the
summer with Beth and Bri, I thought it would be a good time. But I didn't
know what it would start.

I made my first trip up with my Dad at the end of May, a few weeks before
we'd be able to go up for real. We needed to figure out what we'd need, and
see really how bad all the cabins were. None of them were fit for
year-round living, and the access road wasn't even plowed in winter. Dad
had made a quick trip up with his agent a couple of weeks earlier, before
buying them, but he hadn't really done a detailed survey.

At first, I wasn't impressed. The cabins were all pretty tiny, two bedrooms
and a living/dining/kitchen area, an itty bathroom with showers that looked
gross to me, and I was a boy. I didn't think my mom was going to like it
very much. But they were nicely set apart under trees, and the fronts all
had screen porches. Rustic was about the nicest thing I could say.

Dad decided that we were going to start some cleaning. I think he was
probably as afraid as I was of mom's reaction. He drove off toward Kingston
to try to find some supplies, leaving me on my own.  I'm not sure what
possessed him to do that- I was still a couple of weeks shy of ten, and I
was a city kid. He probably had no idea of how easy it would be to get lost
out there; luckily, I wasn't stupid.  We'd been camping a few times- my dad
wasn't much of an outdoorsman, but he tried. We'd spent time in a few
Catskills campgrounds before. The highlight of our outdoor life was 2 days
at the bottom of the Grand Canyon the year before. Dad'd been to Las Vegas
for business, and I got to go along. Mom, she wasn't into the whole "hike
10 miles downhill, then hike out" thing. I had a great time, and I learned
enough to know not to wander far, or out of sight of landmarks.

This hour alone was when I learned some of the best stuff about the
property. See, most of the Catskills area is protected wilderness and
forest land. It's all watershed for New York city, so even private property
has controls to limit building. As I wandered around the land and looked at
the signs, I realized that on all sides of us was Forest Preserve land. The
closest other house was at least half a mile away. Behind the houses, the
land quickly rose into a pretty big hill. I learned later that it was under
2000', small even for the Cats, but it looked big to me. A small creek
drained down the hillside, marking the boundary of our property on one
side. Experimentally, I stuck a hand in.

Wow, that water was cold. I yanked my tingling hand back out quick!
Instantly, I had a new appreciation for "icy". I mean, it was May- down in
the city, it had been spring for weeks, but up here it was like early
April.

I followed the stream into the woods, starting up the hillside. I wasn't
going to go far, and for sure I wasn't going to leave the stream- it was my
only landmark back out of the woods. Only a hundred feet in I couldn't see
the cabins any more, even without leaves on the trees. The hillside
steepened, and became rocky, but it was still not a bad climb. Nothing like
that trip to the Canyon. Without meaning to, I followed the stream well up
the hillside. Patches of snow were still on the ground in the shade of
larger rocks, giving me a good idea of why the water was still cold.

After walking for probably a quarter of a mile, I found the pool.

It wasn't very big- maybe 10 feet across, and I could see the bottom only a
couple of feet down.  Water filled a small hollow, to the side of the main
stream. It was flat and cold, but it rested in a small clearing, with an
open view of the sky. Large boulders formed some of the sides; at one end a
bare spot of smooth rock bigger than the pool lay half in sun, half in
shade. I knew right away, the instant I saw it, that I'd be spending my
summer up here. I sat there for a few minutes, admiring my find, before
following the creek back to the cabin.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Dad and I spent the afternoon and
the next morning cleaning all three cabins as well as we could, though I
knew they weren't close to my mom's standard. We slept in sleeping bags on
the floor, and made plans to get some furniture before we came back again.

I didn't get back up there until late June, after my dad had made a couple
of more trips, with and without my mom and his work friends. None of the
other kids had made it up there. School let out for all of us the same
week; we'd be meeting up there on Saturday. Our dad's all had to commute
most weekends, but each of our mom's didn't work (ahh, the traditional
family), so the rest of us would be up there full time.

That first summer, that first greeting, was low-key. We got to the cabin
about an hour after Bethany's family. As we crunched up the gravel drive,
they all came out to meet us. Our dad's shook hands, and we all said hi,
but that was about it. Less than an hour later we repeated the scene when
Brian and his family arrived. We didn't get any time to hang out for a
couple of hours, after unpacking and setting up our rooms. By then our
mom's were deep into the cleaning and our dad's were setting up the grill
and a small above-ground pool that had been delivered the weekend before;
us kids decided without even talking about it to head off before we were
trapped in one of the big projects.

We walked the borders of the property for a few minutes, trying to pick out
landmarks we could focus on. Brian's dad had gotten a neat map- we all
learned the word "topographic"- of the area. We found our creek, and the
hill behind, and with the map we figured out how to get home if we got lost
in the woods. Unless we went way too far, we could head downhill at any
point on the east side of the hill and hit our creek, another one, or a
road, and get home. All of us had been lectured on getting lost, and we'd
all compared notes. Our parents must have been working together- we'd all
heard the story of a city kid lost in the Cats the summer before, found
dead by searchers a week later.  Yuck.

"You guys wanna see a neat place?", I asked. I knew the answer.

"Sure!" was the reply from both.

"What kind of place?", Beth asked.

"Some place we can hang out without them", I replied, jerking my head back
toward the compound.  We could hear our father's cursing at the pool
kit. She shrugged, and Brian just looked curious.

I led them into the woods and started the climb up the hill. The forest was
denser than it had been last month- spring came late, but quick- and most
of the trees had full coats of pale green leaves.  Sunlight dappled the
ground as we went up hill, with the stream bubbling alongside of us.

Before long, we reached the pool.

"Danny!", Bethany cried. "It's beautiful!". Brian's eyes were wide at the
sight, his mouth open.

Surrounded by leafy trees, the pool was much prettier than I
remembered. The stream wasn't flowing as strongly as it had been while the
snow melted; now just a trickle spilled into the full pond.  Brian dipped a
hand in; I grinned inside, remembering how cold the water was.

"It's warm! Warm enough to swim in!" I was surprised by that, and stuck my
own hand into the water. He was right. It wasn't really warm, but it wasn't
the ice water it had been. "It must get warm from the sun." He was right;
even at ten I was smart enough to know that the stagnant water, without
much fresh runoff, would warm pretty quick.

Beth beamed at me. At ten, I was a little torn- I knew I was supposed to be
starting to like girls soon, and I didn't think they were as gross as I did
a couple of years before. But I'd never been actually interested in a girl,
until then. She was so cute- about my height, maybe 4'-6", with blond hair
to just below her shoulders, and those eyes. Those eyes. Blue, but that
doesn't say it. They were almost turquoise, a funny mix of blue and green
that I'd never seen in someone's eyes before. Right then, they were fixed
on me, and she was smiling. "Oh, wow, Danny. I can't believe this is here."
She broke her lock on my eyes, her head bobbing around like a bird's. "We
can make this our place!"

I felt the same way. I mean, I liked my parents and all, but I didn't want
to spend the summer trapped in a little cabin with them.

"But we have to clean up, some." How like a girl, I thought. I show her
paradise, she wants to change it. Still, she was right. There was a lot of
algae on the rocks around the pool, and in the pool.  It was pretty, but
kinda gross at the same time.

"Do we tell our parents about this place?" Brian's question sort of
surprised me. I hadn't really thought about it.

"Let's tell them that we have a spot to hang out, but not anything about
it.  How's that?" Beth and Brian both nodded. "They won't want to hike up
here to see it. At least my folks won't." Brian grinned. His dad was a big
guy, much taller than my 6' dad, but he was also pretty fat. He wouldn't be
climbing up this hill too soon.

We hung around a little longer, wandering around the pool and the
surrounding woods without finding much else. By then evening was
approaching; we knew we'd be missed soon. As we hiked downhill, we made
plans for the morning, for getting back uphill to our pool and fixing it up
into our summer home. Back at the cabins, the grill was broiling up
burgers, corn was on the stove, and the swimming pool was still a pile of
parts on the ground.

The next day we all slipped out early- well, maybe nine, it was summer- to
get up to the pool. Some of our folks cleaning supplies were with us. We
weren't going to do anything good environmentally, but we didn't understand
that then. Besides, we knew that in a few days the water from our creek
would be in the City's reservoir's anyway. We weren't in the city- why
should we care what everybody there was drinking? Now that I'm older I
can't quite get over what we did, but we were kids.

So we spent the morning cleaning the pool like our mom's had cleaned the
bathrooms- with bleach, scrub brushes, and mops. By the time we were done,
gone was the green slime from the rocks, in the pool and around it. After
splashing each other pretty well, we got in the cold water, stirred up the
silt from the bottom, and splashed the dirty water out of the pool into the
stream. Brian stacked rocks in the stream, diverting some of the flow to
get more fresh, clean water in; it was also a LOT colder.

The water was still pretty foul, and it was getting colder. "Let's get it
changed", Beth said. "Watch".  The bottom of the pool was only 4' at it's
deepest; mostly it was about 3'.  She started walking in a circle around
the outside, and motioned us to join in. Giggling, we turned the pool into
a whirlpool.  Faster and faster, splashing and slipping, we got the water
moving, spilling out of the pool and down the hill. Brian's rock dam was
almost keeping up- the level was going down some, but the water was getting
clearer by the minute. After ten minutes of huffing and puffing, the water
was low, but clear.

The three of us climbed out, heading for the sunny rocks to warm up. All of
us were panting- none of us were fat, but neither were we very
athletic. The chill of our wet clothes hit us before we even got to the
sun; in seconds we were shivering. All of us wore cotton shorts & t-shirts,
and even in three or four feet of water, we were completely soaked.

Brian and I quickly stripped off our wet shirts, but Bethany hesitated.
"What's wrong, Bethany?", Brian said.

"I'm a girl."

"So?"

Her eyes turned down. "You'll see my boobies."

Brian and I looked at each other. "You don't have boobies yet", I said.
"Even so, who cares? It's just us up here."

She huffed a little. "I do too have boobies Danny Williams, at least I'm
starting to." She looked thoughtful for a second. "You won't tell?" We both
shook our heads. "Okay."  Slowly, still not sure, she peeled off her shirt.

She did have boobies, sort of, at least the start of them. They were just
puffy sections of her chest, but her nipples were bigger than Brian's and
mine. We gave each other a kind of look, and he said "Cool."

Beth looked a little disgusted. "I knew you two couldn't be mature about
it" with all the gravity a ten year-old could muster and started to put her
shirt back on.

"Wait, Beth, we can be mature." I tried to match her severity, looking in
her face instead of her breasts. Actually, after a second or two, they
weren't that interesting. My family wasn't all that modest; we often saw
each other in underwear. Once in a while, my mom would only wear her
underpants while getting ready to go out. Her breasts were a lot more
impressive than Bethany's.  She gave us another shy smile, nodded, and sat
down on a sunny rock.  Brian and I joined her, admiring our handiwork. The
pool was clean, the water slowly refilling. Sun struck it dead on. I
couldn't tell for sure, but looking at the sky I thought the sun would keep
hitting the pool until late in the afternoon- I thought that's what it had
been yesterday. The big hill was to the west, but I didn't remember the sun
going behind it too early. Probably the water would be warm again soon.

Even in the sun, my wet shorts were keeping me cold. As I was thinking
about it, Brian stood up.  "Everything up here is just between us, right?"
I exchanged a look with Bethany, then we both looked back at Brian and
nodded. "Okay, I'm cold." With that, he turned his back to us and stripped
his wet shorts and underpants off. He stayed bent over for a second,
wiggling his round white butt at us.

"Bri! You goof!" Bethany giggled, but she was looking. Nonchalant, he
dropped his wet clothes on the warm rock and turned back to us, revealing
his glory.

At ten, Brian didn't have much to look at. I'd seen my dad naked a couple
of times, so I knew what a man looked like. Brian looked like me. There
wasn't a hair on his body. His penis was small and shriveled, probably only
an inch or maybe two. He was cut like me, though at the time I didn't know
anything about circumcision. His balls were pulled up tight under, just
like mine. As he walked back to us, he bounce a little, bouncing his little
dick with it. Beth giggled again, very self conscious, but staring at him
anyway. I could tell she'd never seen a naked boy before. For that matter,
neither had I; just what I'd seen in the mirror.

My parents were probably pretty liberal about sex. They'd grown up in the
sixties, so that's about right. I knew all about it, at least the mechanics
of it. I'd seen books, and a few drawings, of what it was all about. Those
were mostly about making babies, not so much about pleasure. I didn't
really know anything.

As Brian sat down, I decided that I was still cold. I stood up, shivering a
little, and sighed. "What the heck, it's just us." I peeled my shorts off
too, laying them next to Brian's, and turned back. Both of them were
looking at me; Beth was staring. She'd move her eyes back and forth, from
Brian sitting next to her to me, comparing. I thought we looked about the
same.

"Cool. Me and two naked boys." She smiled and giggled again. "My mom would
KILL me."

Both of us boys looked at her. "Aren't you cold, too?" I said.

Her eyes went wide. "You want to see me?" I nodded. She looked very scared.
"I dunno, Danny.  That's different."

"Why?"

Her eyes turned down. "It just is. I'm a girl."

"Up here, you're one of us. Kids." I said it with more conviction than I
really felt. I didn't think anything about seeing a naked girl a couple of
days ago, but now I really wanted to. One of my friends from school had
brought in a Playboy once. Those pictures had been more real to me than the
sex drawings my parents had shown me; I really wanted to see if a girl
looked like that in the flesh.

Beth still wasn't quite buying it, but she stood up and walked to the rock
our stuff was drying on.  Her back to us, she dropped the denim shorts she
was wearing, leaving her little panties on. She stood back up, laying her
shorts out next to our clothes. "Come on, Beth!  Take it all off," I
said. I couldn't see her face, but she put her hands on her hips, stuck her
fingers under the waistband, and pushed her shorts down. She took her time
laying them out to dry, then turned back toward us.

When she turned back, I couldn't really see anything. Like Brian and I, she
was hairless. I don't know why I'd expected any different; the girls in
Playboy had hair down there, so I guess that's what I'd been thinking. She
was totally smooth down there, like a doll. As she took a tentative step
back toward us I saw that there really was a line down there, a slit. She
came over to us, our eyes glued to her crotch, not looking at either of us.

Brian surprised both of us. "You don't have anything down there." Beth and
I made eye contact, her brow scrunched.

I turned to him. "You know girls are different, right?"

He looked at Beth, then back at me. "Um. Girls are different, but she
doesn't have anything down there."

Beth giggled one more time. I was sorta starting to like that
sound. "Brian, the differences down there are what makes me a girl, and you
a boy." He looked like he didn't believe her. "Do you know anything about
sex?" She sounded like what I thought an older sister would sound like.

"That's when two people are on top of each other, kissing."

"It's more that. See, boys have penises, like you. And girls have vaginas,
like me." She paused her explanation, her hand over her girl parts. With
two fingers, she spread her skin apart down there, letting us really see
her little slit. "When a man and a woman have sex, his penis gets all
stiff, and he puts it in there. That's the rubbing part. After they do that
for a while, stuff squirts out of the man and into the woman. If it's the
right time of the month, it mixes with an egg inside her, and she gets
pregnant."

Brian looked surprised, and a little queasy. And both of us boys were
getting a little excited. I'd been having erections for as long as I could
remember; usually I woke up with one. Asking my dad about them had led to
the sex discussions in my family. Now, my little penis was growing as I
looked at Beth and listened to her describe sex.

"I never knew that." He said it like he was going to cry. "Am I supposed to
know that?"

I put a hand on his shoulder. "My parents told me about it last year. They
said I shouldn't talk too much about it with other kids, that it was for
parents to talk about."

Now he looked a little mad. "I wish they'd said something." He calmed down
in only a second, then looked back at Beth, still standing in front of
us. "But how do you pee?"

She smiled, and used her fingers again. With her free hand, she pointed.
"Right up there, above my vagina, is a little hole. I pee through there."
Nervous, she laughed again.  Looking at my crotch, she saw my growing
organ. "Oooh, Danny, let me see. I want to see a hard one." I was
embarrassed, but even more excited. With a mind of it's own, my penis
stiffened to it's full three inches. "When it gets hard like that, you can
call it a 'cock'", she said, with the authority of someone with more
information. "And when a girl gets excited, the boy sticks his 'cock' in
her 'pussy'." She pointed again at her vagina. Now Brian was as hard as I
was, his little penis a match in size for mine.  "There's lots of other
words for sex parts, most of them dirty." She said it
conspiratorially. "Can I touch you, Danny?" I nodded, a little afraid to
talk. She reached over to me, touching my penis.  "Besides cock, it's also
called a 'dick'. I'm not sure if there's a difference." I knew that word,
and I knew some more, and Brian nodded like he did. I think all boys learn
that one pretty early. "Under your dick are your balls." Another word we
both knew. "Your balls make the stuff that squirts out to make
babies. That's called 'sperms'. A girl's pussy can also be called a 'cunt',
but that's a really dirty word. Another one is 'twat', but that's not much
better." She let go of my penis, using that hand to spread her pussy again,
pointing toward the top. There was a tiny little nub there. "That's my
'clitoris', or clit. My mom told me it's sorta like a boy's penis. When a
girl gets excited, it gets kinda hard, and it feels good when you touch
it."

I got a little bit of courage then. "Can I touch it, Beth?"

She didn't look too sure about that. "I guess. For a sec."

I leaned toward her. She pulled her hand away and mine replaced it. She was
soft down there, and warm, but it felt like my own skin. It wasn't my own
skin though, it was Beth's pussy. I was touching a girl's private parts. I
rubbed it a little; she gasped. "Oh, wow, Danny! Keep doing that." I did,
moving my fingers gently over her lips. They felt more slippery now, and my
fingers moved easily. On one pass at the top of her pussy I brushed the nub
of her clit.  Beth squeaked as I touched it, and shuddered. I concentrated
my fingers up there, rubbing over the hard little bump. "Just like that!
Oooh, oooh, keep..." Just then she shook hard, her whole body bouncing
around. She sucked in a deep breath and flopped down on the rock next to
me, gasping in deep breaths.

After a minute she calmed down. "Oh, Danny, that felt so good! I've never
felt anything like that!"

Brian had been quiet throughout, but now he spoke. "What was that, Beth?
What happened?"

She smiled a little. "I guess that was an orgasm. Mom told me, that when
two people have sex they can get a really good feeling. It builds and
builds and then you kind of explode. That's what it felt like."

I wanted one of them, too. Beth leaned against me. She was warm and soft,
and for the first time I started to be interested in a girl. I put a hand
around her, holding her close. My right hand went down toward her parts
again, but she pushed it away. "No, Danny. Don't. I feel a little sore down
there."  But she didn't reject me, she reached over and gently touched my
dick. I was harder than I'd ever been, rock hard. Her hand was warm and
soft, and tentatively she wrapped it around my organ. I'd played with
myself a little before, but her hand was so different than mine.  Like her,
I gasped. She moved her hand back and forth along my penis, holding the
skin and moving it over the insides.

Brian moved over for a closer look at what she was doing. Beth realized he
was left out; her other hand reached over to his penis, as hard as
mine. Quickly she was stroking us both up and down and both of us were
moaning. I leaned back, feeling that good feeling building, wondering if I
was going to get an organism too. I was gasping, feeling something inside
me that I'd never felt before. It was so good!

She kept going, back and forth on my penis, making it feel better and
better. Suddenly I felt like I was going to pee. I wanted to push her away,
but I couldn't. Then I exploded, just like she'd said.  My whole body shook
and shook, and I felt like my dick was turning inside out. I pushed my
crotch into her hand as hard as I could, wanting it to never stop, but the
wave crested over me and calmed down.

She smiled at me, easing off my softening boyhood. As I flopped back, she
started concentrating more on Brian. I wanted to keep feeling those
feelings, but I was curious about what it looked like, too.

Brian's head was tilted back, his stiffy tight in Bethany's hand. It was
really cool to watch as she pulled the skin back and forth, almost covering
his little helmet at the top of his penis, then pulling it back tight to
the base. His balls were bouncing in rhythm with her hand, and he was
breathing even harder than me. Without warning he pushed up into her hand,
just like I'd done, and cried out. Beth slowed down, knowing from her own
experience that it was over for him.  Slowly his muscles relaxed and he
laid out on the rock.

None of us said anything for a minute or two. Finally, Brian spoke. "I
didn't know anything about this. Wow! That felt so good, Bethy!" He grinned
at her, sitting up and hugging her. "Thanks!  Thanks lots!" She grinned
back at him, then at me. Heck, we were all grinning at each other like
idiots.

"So that's an organism," I said.

She laughed. "Orgasm, dork. Not organism. An orgasm feels good, an organism
is a little creepy thing."

"Whatever, it felt good." I jumped up, hopping the couple of feet to the
pool and jumping in.  "You're the dork!" I shouted, splashing water at the
two of them. She screeched, and Bri yelled.

"I'm gonna get you, Danny Williams!" She jumped in next to me, splashing
me.  Brian was right behind her, but by the time he got in she was already
on top of me shoving me under. I fought, but together they were too much
for me. I sucked in water and pushed my way back up, gasping for air.  We
splashed around for awhile, but soon we started to tire out.

I'm not sure how it started, but before long we were all hugging, a
triangle of young naked kids in a pool of water. Bri's dick was pressed
against one of my legs, Beth's pussy against the other. Our arms were tight
around each other, our faces pressed in close. We kissed, a three way
kiss. As our lips met, Beth's tongue pushed out. I don't know why, but mine
followed, then Bri's. They met between us; each of us giggled. She turned
to Brian, breaking the three-way, and kissed him full on the mouth. Their
mouths were open as they kissed, pressed close, sucking face. She pulled
back and he reluctantly broke the kiss. She faced me, and without thinking
I met her, pressing my mouth to hers. We opened, and our tongues met in the
middle. I'd seen people kiss in movies, so I sorta knew about this, but I
couldn't believe how it felt. I had a living, moving thing in my mouth-
this was as good a feeling as her hand had been on me. We held for a
minute, then broke for air.

Without even thinking, just knowing that I was with the two best friends
I'd ever had, I turned to Brian. His mouth met mine, and we were kissing as
powerfully as Beth and I had. Our tongues met and wrestled; the feelings
were as good kissing a boy as they'd been kissing a girl. When I couldn't
breathe anymore, I broke from him; like when he separated from Beth, Brian
was reluctant.

None of us said a word for minutes, maybe longer. We stood in cool water up
to our chests, holding each other. The sun played on our young bodies as
our breathing returned to normal.

After awhile, by mutual consent, we broke and climbed out of the pool. We
all stretched out in the sun, spending some time drying and overtly looking
at each other's bodies.  By early afternoon we'd had too much sun, but we
and our clothes were dry. A little shyly we covered our bodies and returned
home for a late lunch.

The afternoon was amusing in a different way, as we all hung around the
cabin compound, watching our father's try to put the pool together. They
managed, just barely. By dinner, a hose was filling it.  But we kids knew
we wouldn't be spending much time in that pool; with secret, knowing looks
we met each other, knowing we'd spend all the time we could up at 'our'
pool.

That's pretty much how we spent the summer when we were ten. We learned to
deal with the sun, gaining deep bronze tans that would be forbidden these
days; our parents had no idea how all- covering those tans were. We
wrestled together and started to build some muscles; Beth could hold her
own with either of us boys. After much discussion, we were allowed to climb
to the top of the hill, which we learned had the simple name of Blue
Mountain. To us it was a big hill, but to someone it was a mountain.

And we learned about each other's bodies. Our eyes and hands explored; we
made each other feel good. It never got beyond feeling, Beth never did more
than jerk us off, neither of us dared to try to put a finger inside the
opening we knew she had. Brian and I both played with each other; both of
us knew the word 'fag' and I at least knew it had to do with boys fooling
around, but we didn't care.

It would be next summer before we progressed further, our maturing bodies
finding new ways to achieve pleasure.

*****

That's the end of part one. If I'm motivated, part two will follow soon.

Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames giggled over or ignored.

Lightbringer666@hotmail.com

August, 2004