Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 08:15:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: serendip@cheerful.com
Subject: Vignette 10

Boy Vignette 10

Lethargic in the midday hot summer sun, I sat with my bare feet dangling
from the small wooden dock in the cool river.  The lazy bend in the river
was deep and the smooth surface of the water shimmered in the bright
sunlight as it rippled with the gentle current along the grassy riverbank.
I absent-mindedly watched as a dragonfly alighted on the dock beside me and
languidly stretched its wings.  The heat was oppressive and I momentarily
considered returning to the shady wooded campground where everyone else was
resting during the hottest time of day.  Instead, I lingered listlessly in
the hazy heat engrossed in my quiet solitude.

The sound of someone approaching along the trail behind me suddenly pulled
me out of my peaceful reverie.  Glancing over my shoulder I was surprised
to see a young boy steadily making his way toward the dock.  He looked to
be only eleven or twelve years old.  Having not seen him before, I figured
that he must have just arrived at the campground with his family.

"Hi.  What are you doing?"  he greeted me with a point-blank,
straightforwardness characteristic of most boys his age.

"Just baking in this hot sun," I replied matter of factly.

"It really is hot," he said emphatically.  Then he pointed to my feet
hanging in the water and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Nice," I said splashing my feet.

I studied the boy for a moment.  He was remarkably beautiful.  He was the
epitome of my most indulgent prurient desires.  He was the perfect
incarnation of my unrequited passion.  His azure eyes were bright and
inquisitive.  His hair was short and dusty brown with wavy little curls
highlighted with blond from the sun.  His skin was tanned almost bronze and
he had the faintest downy blond fleece on his forearms.  Sparkling beads of
perspiration glistened on his forehead and upper lip.

Without further encouragement he pulled off his shoes and socks and sat
down beside me on the weathered wooden dock slipping his bare feet into the
soothing water.  We sat there silently for a moment looking over the placid
river together.

"I was thinking about going swimming," I said thinking out loud, "but left
my swim trunks up at the campsite."

He looked at me quizzically and said with a wry grin, "Who needs swim
trunks?"

I was startled by his youthful impetuousness and merely raised my eyebrows
in response.

"No one else is around," he explained.  "We could swim in our underwear."

I hesitantly glanced toward the deserted campsite trail and then back at
his eager, engaging smile. My mind raced with the image of him undressing
and my sensibility faltered.  "Sure," I said decidedly and started pulling
my shirt over my head.

Following my lead, he lifted his shirt, first baring his slender hips and
smooth abdomen, then his beveled ribs and youthful chest, and finally his
hairless armpits and narrow neck.  I felt a beguiling sensual longing in
the pit of my stomach.  I felt a palpable tension rising in the balmy
summer air.  As I started to unbutton my shorts, I sensed a stirring in my
loins and wondered if my secret desire for him would be unwittingly
revealed by a spontaneous erection.  Despite the warm sun on my back, I
felt a chilling shiver creeping from the base of my spine to the nape of my
neck.

While he untied the drawstring of his shorts he watched me expectantly with
boyish curiosity as my fingers fidgeted nervously with my zipper.  Opening
my fly I let my shorts slide down to my ankles and stepped out of them
standing before him in just my white cotton briefs.  As if on cue, he
pulled his shorts down over his slim hips displaying a similar pair of
tight, white underwear.  He had a small lump protruding in the front of his
briefs and a rounded pouch below that disappeared between his legs.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!"  he suddenly shouted boisterously and took a
flying leap off the dock.  When he came splashing down he created a cool
spray that tingled where it landed on my warm skin.

Just as he surfaced I managed to launch myself off the dock into the river
and drench him with my tumultuous splash.  The instantaneous coolness of
the water helped squelch my growing desire, but just looking at him was
enough to further heighten my sensual awareness.  His wet skin reflected
radiantly in the brilliant summer sun.  His light brown hair was darker
when wet and lay flatly across his scalp and forehead.  His eyes sparkled
with a genuine excitement.  We swam and played rambunctiously in the lazy
river splashing each other while laughing exuberantly.  His youthful vigor
was infectious.

I stared uninhibitedly when the boy climbed back onto the dock because his
wet briefs were nearly transparent, clinging loosely to his skin.  I
observed that the dimpled depressions of his firm buttocks appeared pink
through the thin white fabric of his wet underwear.  As he turned around to
face me, my eyes momentarily fixed on the unmistakable outline of his young
sex clearly visible through his dripping underpants.  Water streamed off of
his body creating glistening rivulets that ran wandering, divergent courses
down the contours of his youthful form.  Despite the cool river current
flowing between my legs, I felt the inevitable return of desire rapidly
converging in my groin.

Breaking my trance he called out boldly, "Look out below!"  Then he
propelled himself soaring into the air with his arms and legs flailing and
came plummeting down into the water right beside me soaking me with a big
wet splash.  Impulsively I grabbed him around his midsection when he
surfaced embracing him playfully.  Giggling uncontrollably he wiggled and
squirmed until he slipped from my tenuous grasp.

"Nice try, wise guy," he said tauntingly and swam out of my reach.

I suddenly dove beneath the surface and swam underwater around him to sneak
up and catch him by surprise.  Again I captured him in my arms, and he
giggled convulsively but managed to finally writhe his slippery body away
from me.  We continued the cat and mouse game of me swimming to catch him
and then him escaping my playful clutches over and over again.  All the
while he was laughing joyously at our frolicsome antics.  His boyish
delight was an aphrodisiac to my senses, and the skin-to-skin contact with
his wet, slippery body only piqued my arousal.  My sex swelled and strained
fully erect in my wet underwear.  During our playful struggles, he
inadvertently brushed against my engorged member as our bodies intertwined
but probably couldn't distinguish the stiff appendage amongst the tangle of
our limbs, knees, and elbows.  At one point he wrapped his legs tightly
around my waist from behind and I felt his wet, flaccid sex pressing firmly
against the small of my back.  Finally, when we were both completely
spent and pleasantly exhausted, we propped ourselves on the edge of the
dock resting our chins on our arms as we caught our breath and let our
lower bodies hang immersed in the refreshing water.

"That was fun," he said with a sigh.

I nodded silently looking into his deep blue magnetic eyes.  They were an
intense azure that gleamed in the bright sun.  I was captivated by his
contradictorily coy yet innocent gaze.  My erection had not abated.  He
suddenly hoisted himself onto the dock with a splash.  I watched spellbound
as water cascaded down his body like a sparkling waterfall across the
smooth curvature of his back, over his rounded buttocks, and down the slope
of the back of his legs.  I smiled as his waterlogged underpants sagged in
the rear briefly flashing the white furrowed crevice between his buttocks
before he tugged the waistband back up into place.

Drenched and dripping he sat down on the dock with a soggy squishing sound.
Tiny beads of water still adhering to his golden skin refracted the
sunlight colorfully like crystal prisms.  By sitting facing me with his
legs spread open, he offered me an unhindered and enticing view of his
dampened crotch.  Although it might have just been my lewd imagination, it
seemed that his sex had actually swollen since I first saw it earlier
through the nearly transparent material of his briefs.  The thin, wet
fabric clinging to his groin neatly enveloped and accentuated the bulbous
glans and tuberous shaft of his chubby little penis.  I gaped at his pink
sex shamelessly.  He noticed my avid gaze and looked down between his legs
thoughtfully.  A curious almost impish smile tugged at the corner of his
lips.

He suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to get out?"  Then he added, "The sun
feels good now."

"Um...sure...I guess," I answered haltingly.  I was embarrassed but
thought that I might somehow be able to discretely conceal my raging
erection from him.  But as I climbed up onto the dock I realized that any
attempt at discretion was futile because he immediately spotted my
blatantly aroused state.

He giggled and exclaimed, "It's so big!"

I laughed nervously and sat down beside him trying unsuccessfully to hide
my bloated sex from his view.  It strained against the sheer fabric of my
wet underwear clearly visible to his curious, peering eyes.  His stare was
nearly tangible, almost caressing, and caused my penis to twitch excitedly.
His eyes widened with delight.

And then, as if an idea had just occurred to him, he hooked his fingers
under the elastic waistband of his underpants and explained, "I'm going to
take these off so they will dry faster."

Astonished I watched wordlessly as he pulled his soaked underwear down
taking them completely off then carefully spreading them out on the wooden
dock to dry in the hot sun.  His hairless, fledgling penis dangled limply
over his contracted and shriveled scrotum.  Helpless to curb my mounting
desire I overtly stared at his lissome nude body basking unabashedly in the
sun.  I marveled at his sublime prepubescent perfection.  Although still
very much a young boy, his body teetered on the brink of puberty.  It was a
moment suspended in infinity.  His alluring nakedness flooded my senses and
swept me reeling into a whirlwind of desire.

"Don't you want to sun your buns?" he asked with a cute chuckle.

"I'm afraid I might roast my nuts," I retorted with a grin.

"Come on," he urged insistently.

I grudgingly acquiesced and slipped my underwear down my legs.  Released
from the confines of my damp briefs, my turgid sex sprung up urgently and
predominantly from my groin.

His eyes widened, and he barely audibly uttered his amazement, "Wow."  And
then, magically his slumbering sex began stirring as if by some sympathetic
response.  The stubby short shaft of his penis began to expand and elongate
as it filled with blood.  The circumcised head reared itself up as if it
was seeking the warmth of the sun shining brightly above in the sky.

Instinctively I reached between his legs for his gradually stiffening sex.
He gasped softly as I encircled my fingers around his steadily growing
erection.  It felt animated and alive between my slightly trembling
fingers.  It pulsed with a youthful vitality and grew even firmer under my
gentle touch.  I lovingly caressed the satiny smooth flesh over the
underlying hardness.  When he was completely erect, I wrapped my hand fully
around his warm sex pressing it into my palm.  I squeezed him in my hand by
tightening my grip and watched the tip of his glans swell and turn deep
purple with a glossy sheen.  I was mesmerized.

As I manipulated his hard penis in my hand, softly at first and then
gradually increasing the pressure, his eyes glazed over and a subdued
calmness washed over him.  I could sense the tingling, itching desire
creeping through his young body.  With one hand still firmly massaging his
erection, I cupped his soft scrotum in my other hand.  I wondered
thoughtfully if his still somewhat small testicles could yet produce the
warm, sticky white honey that I longed so desperately to taste.  I released
his sex from my grasp for a moment to study it more closely.  It had grown
much larger than I would have imagined for a boy so young.  I traced my
fingertip delicately along the thin blue veins of his thick shaft.  He
shuddered involuntarily.

The temptation to take his delectable sex in my mouth was immense, but my
desire to witness every meticulous detail of his arousal was presently more
overpowering.  I wanted to watch.  My curiosity was compelling.  My
elevated sense of wonder was soaring and I was dizzy with desire.  Gently
and deliberately I wrapped my fingers around his penis fondling it
intimately.  Then I began a slow and easy motion with my hand.  The erotic
nature of my fluid, languorous manipulation visibly affected him.  He
leaned back with a heavy sigh and surrendered himself to the intoxicating
new sensations.  I stroked and kneaded his sex unhurriedly.  His body
responded to the mounting, escalating tension building in his loins.  My
own suspense was unbearable.  I hastened the movement of my hand and
increased the pressure of my fingers.

Finally, in an instant, he was there.  His body braced for the impact as a
tremendous surge of sexual energy bolted through him like lightning.  His
head jerked back as his eyes squeezed shut and his face set in a grimace of
intense pleasure.  In my hand I felt his penis swell and harden crucially
as he began to climax.  The urgent pulsating and throbbing beneath my
fingers temporarily deprived me of my senses.  His orgasm happened so
suddenly and with such force I was initially not sure if he had even
ejaculated.  To my delight I saw a few small pearly white drops of his
bliss daintily adorning his belly like iridescent little jewels.  I bowed
my head suppliantly and with a silent prayer of gratitude took his holy
communion onto my tongue.