Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 19:17:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marco Cianciulli <mdciisyscon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Fun Part 1 (gay/adult-youth)

SUMMER FUN
BY
MARCO CIANCIULLI


Eleven-year-old Mathew Hall steps out of the small twin engine turbo-prop
King Air onto the tarmac of the rural Montana Airport, looking for his
grandfather, carrying his school backpack, which was carefully packed by
his mother for the three-week visit.  The flight attendant escorts Matthew
into the terminal.  Once inside, Matthew looks around in an effort to
locate the man he only recently met for the first time at his father's
funeral two months previously.

	"Do you see him hon?" asks the flight attendant.

	"No." answers Matthew.  "I wonder if he forgot."

	"We had quite a tailwind, and are ten-minutes early.  I'm sure he
will be here," the flight attendant assures the boy.

Outside, Amos Hall, accompanied by his Daughter's son Ricky, is parking his
truck at the Missoula Airport.

	"I see an Airplane Grampa," announces Ricky.  "Is that the one he's
on?" thirteen-year-old Ricky asks.

	"They might be early," Amos says as he pulls into a parking spot
and turns off the diesel engine.  "Lets go see."

Ricky and his grandfather unbuckle their seat belts and get out of the
truck then walk towards the terminal.  Ricky takes hold of Amos' hand,
"Does Matt like to swim Grampa?"

	"I don't know what he likes, but I'm sure we'll find out soon
enough," Amos answers, lovingly squeezing Ricky's hand.

Amos leads Ricky into the terminal and walks briskly to gate A3 where
United Flight 22 has already arrived.

	"There he is!" Matthew says as he waves at the six-foot tall man.

Amos and Ricky see Matthew waving, and they both wave back.

	"Hello there young man!" Amos says when he reaches the counter.
"How was your flight?"

	"It was good," Matthew answers with a sound of relief in his voice.

	"This is your cousin Richard," Amos says as he shows his I.D. to
the flight attendant.

	"I like to be called Ricky," says the boy as he shakes Matthew's
hand.

	"Hi Ricky," Matthew says with a smile.

	"Do you have any bags Matthew," asks Amos?

	"No sir.  Mom said everything I'll need is in my backpack."

	"OK then," says Amos as he turns and walks towards the terminal
exit.

Ricky takes Matthew's backpack and follows his grandfather, with Matthew in
tow.

	"How far is grampa's house," Matthew asks Ricky?

	"About an hour and a half," answers Amos.

	"I'd probably better pee first then Grampa," says Matthew.

	"Me too," pipes in Ricky.

	"Well, I was going to take you guys to Wendy's, can you hold it for
fifteen minutes," asks Amos?

Matthew and Ricky look at each other and smile in agreement.  "Sure," both
boys answer in unison.

	"Well, then, lets not dawdle," Amos says with a smile.

Amos briskly walks outside the airport terminal followed by his two young
grandsons.

	"Sorry about your Dad Matt," Ricky says.

	"Thanks," Matthew answers, hoping that his voice didn't choke up as
he remembered the last moments of his Dad's life.  Matthew and his Dad were
very close.  They loved each other more than Matthew's Dad loved his
mother.  Matthew will forever miss the special times he and his Dad spent
together alone, especially those times his mom went on business trips or
visited her sister.  Matthew always slept with his Dad when she was gone.
His Dad taught him a lot about being a boy.  Things Matthew would soon
share with his cousin, and his friends.

As Amos approaches his large black F350 super duty 4x4 crew cab diesel
pickup, he unlocks the doors using the remote keyfab, "you two get in the
back seat," Amos orders.

	"OK Grandpa," Ricky answers as he opens the door for Matthew to
climb in.

	"Wow!  This is bigger than my Dad's," Matthew says.

	"Your mom hasn't sold it," Amos asks?

	"No sir," Matthew says.  "It's mine now.  Dad left it to me.  But I
can't drive it till I turn 16."

	"Well, I hope your mom drives it every so often so it doesn't fall
apart," Amos says.

	"She drives me to school, and we go shopping in it," answers
Matthew.

	"Good.  I know how much your Dad liked that truck.  But he loved
you more than anything," Amos says.

Matthew falls silent as Amos starts the engine, pulls out of the parking
spot and drives off towards Wendy's.

	"Can Matthew spend the night at my house Grandpa," asks Ricky?

	"Sure he can, but not tonight.  OK," says Amos.

	"Cool! We can sleep out in my tent with my other friends Matthew.
You'll like them," Ricky says.

	"That sounds fun," Matthew says.  "Dad and I never got to sleep in
a tent."

Amos pulls the truck into the Wendy's parking lot and parks the huge truck,
taking two spots because of its length.  "OK guys, go pee, and I'll wait
for you in line."

	"OK Grandpa," Ricky says as he jumps out of the truck.  "Come on
Matthew!"

Matthew runs after his older cousin and Amos follows not to far behind.
Inside the restaurant Amos takes a place in line as the boys make a
bee-line to the men's room.  Two minutes later Ricky and Matthew join their
grandfather in the order line.

	"What can we get Grandpa," asks Ricky?

	"Did you two wash your hands," Amos asks.

Both boys nod their heads "yes" and answer "Yes sir."

	"Good boys," says Amos with a smile.  "Get whatever you want."

	"Are we eating here, or in the truck," asks Matthew?

	"Truck," Amos answers as he steps up to the cashier.  Amos orders
then turns to Ricky.  Ricky and Matthew each order their meals and follow
their grandfather to the far end of the order line.  Seconds later, arms
full of their food and drinks, the trio walk back to the truck.  Amos and
his two grandsons enter the truck, taking their seats.

	"You guys buckle up," Amos says.

	"OK Grandpa," Ricky answers.

Matthew silently buckles his seatbelt and takes out his order of French
frys and his cheeseburger.  Ricky follows suit.  Amos starts the truck and
starts on his way towards his ranch located fifteen miles north-west of
Polson.  The trip takes about ninety minutes, and Amos is surprised that
after eating their lunches, both Ricky and Matthew fall asleep.  Amos pulls
the truck off of highway 93 onto the 2-mile long ranch driveway.  Ricky
wakes up at the change in the road surface, and nudges Matthew softly,
"We're almost there Matthew."

Matthew opens his eyes and yawns, "Where is the house?"

	"Around the next bend," Ricky answers.

	"Richard, would you like to spend the rest of the day and show
Matthew around," Amos asks?

	"Can I spend the night too," asks Ricky?

	"If your mom says it's OK you can," Amos answers as he turns the
truck and the large ranch house and barn come into view.

	"Wow!" exclaims Matthew as he gets his first look at the house.
"Your house is huge Grandpa!"

	"It was pretty small when your grandma was alive and your Dad was
your age," Amos says.

	"Small?" Ricky asks.  "Did you build on to it?"

	"No, son.  It just seemed small with your grandma alive and with
your mom's and Matthew's Dad's friends always around.  Now, with just me,
it's big and lonely," Amos explains, stopping the truck in front of the
house and turning off the engine.  "Ricky, would you show Matthew his room?
I'm going to check on the horses."

	"Sure Grandpa," Ricky answers.  "Come on Matthew!"

Matthew and Ricky bound out of the truck and up the stairs to the front
porch.  Matthew is surprised when Ricky opens the unlocked door and walks
inside.

	"Don't you guys lock the doors," asks Matthew?

	Ricky laughs, "We're out in the sticks.  Nobody comes around, so
why lock the doors?"  Ricky leads Matthew through the house, down the long
hall taking him to the last bedroom on the left.  Matthew follows Ricky
into what appears to be a boy's bedroom.

	"Was this my Dad's," Matthew asks?

	"Yeah, my mom's room is across the hall," explains Ricky.

Matthew looks around the room.  There are several model airplanes suspended
from the ceiling by fishing line, in a mock dogfight.  Model rockets line a
shelf, photos of a boy who looks like Matthew are on the desk, and maps of
the world, the U.S. and one of Montana are pinned to the walls.  After a
pause, Matthew lays his backpack at the foot of the bed.

	"So... what's to do around here," asks Matthew?

Ricky shrugs his shoulders, "Ida know.  You ever ride a horse," Ricky asks?

	"Dad took me a few times last summer," Matthew says.

	"You wanna go for a ride," asks Ricky?

	"Sure!"

	"OK.  Come on!" Ricky says as he heads out of Matthew's bedroom.

Matthew follows Ricky through the house, to the kitchen and out the back
door.  Both boys are met by Amos who is headed inside.

	"Where are you two headed," Amos asks?

	"May we take Necromancer and Black out for a ride Grandpa," asks
Ricky?

	"Do you know how to ride Matthew," Amos asks?

	"Yes sir.  Dad taught me last summer," Matthew answers.

Amos considers it for a moment, then says, "Ricky, you take Necromancer.
He's acting frisky today."

	Ricky gives his Grandfather a hug about the waist, "Thanks
Grandpa!"

	"You two be back here before 5:30pm," Amos says as he continues
into the house.

	"We will Grandpa," Ricky promises.  "Thanks!"

	"Yeah.  Thanks Grandpa," Matthew adds.

Amos smiles, and pats Matthew on the head then he walks into the living
room.

	"Do you know how to saddle a horse Matthew," asks Ricky as he leads
the way to the barn?

	"No," Matthew answers honestly.

	"That's OK.  I'll show you how to do it."

Matthew follows Ricky closely.  Once inside the barn Ricky stops in front
of a gate with the name "Necromancer" burned into the wood of the stall
door.  Necromancer is a large thoroughbred, solid black except for an egg
shaped white spot between his charcoal eyes.  At 15  hands the magnificent
beast towers over 5' tall Ricky and his 4' tall cousin.  The stall to the
right of Necromancer's has the name "Black" burned into the stall door.
Black is a quarter horse, 14 hands tall.  He has been gelded, and is a deep
chestnut with a black mane and tail.  Hanging on the support beams between
the stalls are the bridles for each horse.  Ricky takes hold of
Necromancer's bridal and begins talking to the great beast.

	"Hi Necromancer." Ricky says to the horse.  "It's me, Ricky.  You
wanna go for a ride boy?"

Ricky unlatches the gate of the horse stall and slowly opens it.
Necromancer whinnies and slowly walks over to Ricky, lowers his head and
lovingly nudges the boy in the middle of his chest with his nose.  Ricky
rubs the horse's head between its eyes and slips the bridal on, carefully
placing the bit inside Necromancer's mouth.

	"Can I help Ricky," asks Matthew as he softly rubs Necromancer on
his nose.

	"Sure.  Hold on to his reigns while I go get his blanket and my
saddle," Ricky says with a smile, handing Matthew the horse's reigns.

Matthew takes the leather straps of the reigns and softly talks to the
horse as he runs his hands along Necromancer's neck and flanks as his Dad
taught him to do last summer.

	"Hiya boy.  I'm Matthew," the boy says to the horse.

Necromancer responds to Matthew by softly rubbing his nose against
Matthew's belly.

	"He likes you Matthew," Ricky says as he returns with the blanket
and saddle.

Matthew smiles broadly, "You think?"

	"Yeah, He's usually kinda skiddish around strangers.  But he isn't
with you Matthew.  That's how I know he likes you," Ricky assures his young
cousin.

Ricky carefully checks the blanket for burrs before he lays it on
Necromancer's back.  Before Ricky can grab his saddle, Amos speaks up.

	"I'll saddle him for you Ricky."

	"Thanks Grandpa," Ricky says.  "It's kinda heavy and Necromancer is
damn tall."

Amos laughs.  "The saddle only weighs half as much as you do.  What makes
you say it's heavy?  I'll put it up on his back, you can strap it down."

	"OK," says Ricky.

Amos lifts the saddle up on Necromancer's back.  "It's all yours son."
Turning to Matthew Amos says, "Let's go find you a saddle Matthew."

Matthew follows his Grandfather to the far end of the barn.  Amos climbs up
a ladder to the loft, and Matthew follows behind.  Amos goes through a
stack of things, then says, "Here it is!" and pulls out a custom made
saddle, turns and shows it to Matthew.  "This was your father's when he was
your age."  Inlaid in the leather is the name "Matt."  Seeing that, Matthew
runs his fingers softly over the letters, and tears begin to well up in his
eyes.

	"Thanks Grandpa."

	"Your Dad would have wanted you to have this Son.  Your Dad loved
you more than anything.  Whenever he and I talked, he always had something
to tell me about you.  He was very proud of you."

Matthew looks up from the saddle into his Grandfather's eyes and the tears
in his eyes overflow, coursing down his cheeks.  "Why did my Dad have to
die?" Matthew asks and begins to sob.

Amos takes Matthew by his narrow shoulders, kneels and hugs the crying boy
tightly.  "I don't know Matthew.  But as long as you remember him and live
a good life, he will always be with you in your heart.  I'm sure that he is
watching over you right now."

Matthew continues to cry softly for a moment then hugs Amos tightly then
stands away.  "I'm sorry Grandpa.  Mom says that boys my age shouldn't
cry."

	"It's OK son.  You loved your Dad, and you miss him.  Just remember
that you are alive and I'm sure that your Dad wants you to enjoy life as
much as you can," Amos assures his grandson.

Matthew wipes his tears away, "OK."

	"Let's go saddle your horse," Amos says as he leads the way back
down to the floor of the barn, carrying his son's (now grandson's) saddle.

Amos carries Matthew's saddle down the ladder and walks to Black's stall,
with Matthew close behind.

	"Why is he called Black Grandpa?  He's mostly brown," Matthew asks.

	"When he was born he was as black as Necromancer is," Amos answers.

Ricky is already seated high up on Necromancer's back and is walking the
horse outside the barn.  "I'll wait for you out here Matthew," yells Ricky.

Amos takes down Black's bridle and puts it on the horse then hands the
leather reigns to Matthew to hold while he puts on the blanket and saddle.
As Amos adjusts the straps, he instructs Matthew on the proper way to cinch
them, and Matthew pays close attention.  Amos then lifts Matthew up and on
to Black's back.  "He's all yours Son."

Amos watches as Matthew guides Black out of his stall and outside of the
barn where he stops the horse next to Ricky and Necromancer.  "You two hold
on for a minute.  I want you to take some walkie talkies so if you need
anything you can get ahold of me."

	"OK Grandpa," Ricky answers.

Amos goes inside and returns with two FRS radios handing one to each boy.
"Take it easy Ricky, until Matthew gets use to riding.  OK?"

	"I will Grandpa."

Matthew clips the small radio to his belt, and smiles at his Grandfather.
"Thanks Grandpa."

	"Ricky, you guys stay on the ranch today.  Don't wander off to far,
and be sure you point out the landmarks to Matthew so he gets his bearings.
If he goes out on his own I don't want him getting lost."

	"I will Grandpa," Ricky promises.  "Come on Cuz!" Ricky says as he
softly kicks Necromancer in his flanks with the heal of his sneakers.
Necromancer responds by taking off at a slow gallop heading north at
Ricky's command.

	"You be careful Matthew," Amos says to his youngest grandson.

	"I will Grandpa," Matthew says with a smile, then he nudges Black
in the flanks with the heals of his sneakers, just as Ricky did to
Necromancer, and the horse takes off instinctively following Ricky and
Necromancer.  Matthew and Black quickly catch up with Ricky and Necromancer
then ride in silence for a few minutes.  "It's really nice here Ricky."

	"What's it like in Chicago?" asks Ricky.

	"It's noisy.  Lots of people.  Nobody cares.  I think I like it
here better." Matthew answers.

	"I've never been to a big city before," Ricky says as he directs
Necromancer into a shallow ravine.

	"Well, you can always come visit me after I go back," Matthew
offers.

	"You mean that?"

	"Sure, why not?"

Ricky just shrugs his shoulders.  Once they are in the bottom of the
ravine, the sound of running water can be heard.  "Do you like to swim
Matthew?"

	"Is there a pool someplace." Matthew asks?

Ricky laughs, "We don't swim in pools here.  We go in the lake or in the
river.  You wanna?"

	"We don't have any swimsuits.  What will we ware?"

	"My friends and I all swim naked."

	"Sometimes, when my mom would go on a trip, my Dad would let me run
around the house naked," Matthew admits.

	"So, do you want to go swimming for a while then?"

	"Yeah, lets do it."

	"Cool! The swimming hole isn't far," Ricky says as he prods
Necromancer into a trot.  "Come on Matthew!"

Matthew nudges Black in the flanks with his heals and the horse trots after
Ricky and Necromancer.

Ricky expertly leads Necromancer through the woods to the swimming hole.
Pulling back on the reigns, Ricky brings Necromancer to a halt.  Matthew
stops Black beside Ricky.  The two are next to a pool of water fed by a
nearby river.  Hanging from a tree branch jutting out over the water is a
long rope with a tire tied to the end.

	"Wow! Do you jump into the water from that," asks Matthew?

	"Sure!  It's fun!" Ricky answers as he jumps from the saddle to the
ground.

Matthew jumps off of Black and follows Ricky. "What do we do with the
horses?"

	"Just loop their reigns around this tree branch.  They wont go
anyplace." Ricky answers as he ties Necromancer off.

	"What if something spooks them?"

	"Well, they'll either come back, or head for the barn." Ricky
answers.

Matthew shrugs, hoping that Ricky is right and watches as Ricky begins to
undress, leaning against a huge boulder.  Matthew moves next to Ricky and
also begins to strip off his clothes, kicking off his sneakers, then pulls
off his tee-shirt, and then his socks.  Ricky and Matthew share a grin as
they both pull off their shorts and underpants.  Ricky stares at Matthew's
uncircumcised penis.

	"What's wrong with your dick?"

Matthew looks down at his penis, taking hold of the 3-inch member looking
it over, then back to Ricky.  "Nothing is wrong with it.  Haven't you ever
seen one with foreskin before?"

	"No.  All my friends dicks look like mine."

	"My Dad's looked like yours, but fatter and longer," Matthew
admits.

	"Do you and your friends ever mess around?" Ricky asks.

	"Mess around?"

	"Yeah.  You know.  Do stuff to your friends disks.  It feels real
good.  It's fun." Ricky explains.

	Matthew gets real quiet for several seconds and then finally
speaks, "If I tell you something, will you promise never to tell anyone?"

Ricky looks Matthew in the eyes, "Hey, I just told you that me and my
friends all play with each other's dicks.  I wont tell anyone anything you
tell me.  I promise."

	"You really have to promise.  I mean it."

	"Yeah... I promise.  So long as you never tell what I just told
you."

	"OK," Matthew says, "Me and my Dad... we use to play with each
other's dicks whenever my mom was gone."

	"Your Dad use to abuse you?" Ricky asks in a disgusted tone.

	"NO!"  Matthew says angrily, "I liked doing it with him."

Ricky considers what Matthew just said for a moment, "What would you and
your Dad do," Ricky asks as his penis begins to rise.

	"Well, he would rub mine and I would rub his.  Sometimes I'd get on
top of him and rub my wiener against his, and he would kiss me.  But the
thing I liked best was when we would suck on each other's wieners."

	"Did you and any of your friends ever do that with each other?"

	"Yeah, me and my friend Seth do it," Matthew admits as he watches
Ricky's penis come fully erect.

Ricky begins to stroke his erection, "Me and my friends just rub each
other's until we get the feeling."

	"Does yours squirt any yet," asks Matthew?

	"Sometimes it does," Ricky says.  "Does yours?"

	"No.  I'm still too little."

Ricky looks down at his erect penis, then at his cousin, "So... do you
wanna do it with me?"

Matthew answers by kneeling in front of Ricky and taking the older boy's
penis in his hand.  Matthew carefully examines Ricky's penis, scrotum,
testicles, and pubic area.  Ricky's scrotum has a few inch-long pubic
hairs.  They are fine and black.  The warm air has Ricky's scrotum hanging
loosely. Tiny blood veins are visible in the flesh which covers the boy's
two pecan sized testicles, which are hidden inside, but clearly outlined
inside.  Ricky's penis is about four and a half inches long.  It is hard as
rock; the head is swollen and purple and the shaft has several veins
distended and snaking along the shaft.  Matthew bends Ricky's penis down so
it is pointing directly at him then he begins to lick the head as if it
were an ice-cream cone.  Ricky gasps as Matthew's tongue touches his penis.

	"That feels really good Matt."

Matthew looks up into Ricky's eyes, then he kisses the head of Ricky's
penis, holding his puckered lips against it, then pushing forward allowing
Ricky's penis to slowly press past his lips and enter his mouth.  Matthew
takes all of Ricky's penis into his mouth, pressing his nose against
Ricky's hairless pubic mound.

	"Oh... God!" Ricky moans out loud.

Hearing Ricky's pleasure causes Matthew to giggle, which further stimulates
Ricky's already excited penis.  Ricky's penis begins to pulsate, so Matthew
pulls his head back just as Ricky's penis deposits its first salty squirt.
Matthew bites down softly with lip covered teeth then begins to bob his
head up and down the shaft of Ricky's penis, while cupping his hands about
Ricky's buns.  Ricky's penis squirts four times then continues it's
orgasmic dance ten more clicks while Matthew's tongue runs over every part
of the penis in his mouth.  After Ricky's penis stops pulsating, Matthew
sucks hard then pulls his head back allowing Ricky's penis to spring free.

	"You squirted that time," Matthew says as he stands up.

	"You swallowed it?" asks Ricky.

	"Yeah, it tastes OK," Matthew says, then bends down and kisses
Ricky's scrotum.  "Did you like it?"

Ricky smiles, "Did I like it?  That felt better than anything.  Want me to
do it to you?"

Matthew's little penis is pointing skyward, "You don't have to if you don't
want to."

Ricky kneels in front of his younger cousin and starts to feel the boy's
tiny testicles.  "I want to Matthew," Ricky says as he carefully examines
his first uncircumcised penis, and cautiously pulls back the foreskin.
Matthew's penis is fully erect, yet his foreskin easily covers and extends
over  and inch past the tiny head, and puckers closed when pulled over the
head.  Pulling the foreskin down and exposing the tiny head, Ricky says,
"It almost looks like mine now."

	"Yeah, but it is a lot smaller," Matthew says.

	"Cody's is about as small as yours," Ricky says.

	"Who is Cody?"

	"He's my friend Eric's little brother," Ricky answers, then he
gives Matthew's penis a quick experimental lick around the now exposed
head.  Ricky then kisses the head of Matthew's penis and sucks it into his
mouth.

Matthew looks down at Ricky sucking his penis and places his hands on his
cousin's cheeks and begins to pump his little tool in and out of the older
boy's mouth.

Ricky cups Matthew's butt cheeks in his hands as Matthew rocks his hips
back and forth.

	"Suck harder Ricky, and move your tongue around some," Matthew
instructs.

Ricky obeys, and with Matthew still in his mouth he asks "Like this?"

	"Yeah... that feels great," answers Matthew as he continues pushing
his penis in and out of Ricky's mouth.

It takes several minutes for Ricky to bring Matthew to his orgasm.  Inside
Ricky's mouth, Matthew's penis begins to convulse and the young boy begins
to moan in pleasure.  With his penis still clicking Matthew pulls his hips
back and pushes Ricky away from his crotch.  "That felt really good Ricky.
Thanks."

Ricky stands up, still looking at Matthew's penis, "Can we do this again
sometime?"

	"Sure," says Matthew.

	"My friends are going to love it," Ricky says as he walks to the
tree with the tire hanging from it and begins to climb.  "Come on Matthew,
let's swim some."

Matthew follows closely behind Ricky up the tree and out on the limb.  The
tire is almost twenty feet below dangling on the end of the rope.  "Now
what do we do?"

Ricky gets an evil grin, "My friends and I play chicken up here. You wanna
play?"

	"How do you play?"

	"Well, we take turns doing things, and the other guys have to do
what the first guy does.  If they don't, they are chicken, and they have to
play with the first guy's dick.

Matthew smiles as he looks at Ricky's still erect penis, "I'll play."

	"OK, you do what I do, then I'll do what you do.  If we don't, then
we have to do the other's dick," explains Ricky.

	"OK."

Ricky jumps off the branch, a good thirty-foot drop into the water.  As he
falls, he screams at the top of his lungs.  Ricky comes up and waves at
Matthew, who without any hesitation jumps just as Ricky did, screaming as
loud as he can on the way down.  The cool water shocks Matthew, but he
surfaces with a smile, "Wow!  That's fun!"

Ricky swims to the shore followed by Matthew, "Your turn!"

Matthew swims to shore, smiling, "That was fun," Matthew then runs back to
the tree and climbs back up top with Ricky close behind.  Without waiting,
Matthew walks out on the limb and dives headfirst into the pond below.

Seeing Matthew dive causes Ricky to pause.  Nobody has ever dove off the
branch headfirst. None of his friends has ever dared to go headfirst from
the limb before, yet his little city cousin just did it.

From below, Matthew yells up at Ricky, "Come on Ricky!  It's easy!"

Knowing that he wont dive headfirst and will have to do something to
Matthew's little penis, Ricky does a back-flip from the branch, landing
feet first in the water below.

	"Why didn't you dive like I did," asks Matthew when Ricky surfaces?

	"Cause that's nuts diving head first from that high up," Ricky
explains.

Matthew laughs... "I guess that Grandpa never told you that I was on the
swim and dive team for my school," Matthew says as he swims to shore and
lays on his back in anticipation of his reward.

	"No, he didn't," Ricky says as he sits next to Matthew on the
shore, leans over and sucks Matthew's now shriveled scrotum and penis into
his mouth.

Matthew closes his eyes and imagines that Ricky is his Dad still alive, and
loving him as he had so many times since his eighth birthday.

Ricky sucks on Matthew until his penis becomes erect, then he begins to
masturbate him manually.  Ricky enjoys moving Matthew's foreskin up and
down, almost as much as Matthew enjoys having Ricky do it to him.

Matthew reaches over between Ricky's legs and starts to squeeze and stroke
his penis.  Ricky moves into position over Matthew with his penis over
Matthew's face.  Matthew takes Ricky's throbbing erection into his mouth
and begins to suck and tongue Ricky to a quick and powerful orgasm,
accompanied by several squirts of his watery, salty seed.  Matthew's own
orgasm begins with Ricky's first squirt.  Once both boys penises stop
pulsating, Ricky rolls over laying on his back next to Matthew.  As the
cousins rest, they continue to stroke each other's penis.

Suddenly, out of the quiet comes a scream, followed by a splash, which is
repeated a second later.  Ricky and Matthew sit up and look into the lake
and see two boys surface.  Ricky smiles and waves, "Hi guys!"