Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 00:27:31 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Six Pac Abs and Three Inch Boner" (t/b, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  The following is a same sex fantasy about two young
California celebrities, the television and film actor Brendon Ryan Barrett,
and the bodybuilder and fitness sensation Richard Sandrak, also known as
Little Hercules.  It takes place in the summer of 2002 while the two are
holidaying at Folsom Lake shortly before Brendon's sixteenth birthday and
shortly after Richard's tenth.  This story does not reflect nor imply a
real event in their lives.  If you do not like reading same sex fantasies
about celebrities or about young boys enjoying their sexuality and
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short story has been written in response to a request and suggestion by a
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		     SIX PACK ABS AND THREE INCH BONER

Fifteen-year-old Brendon Ryan Barrett enjoyed Folsom Lake State Recreation
Area.  For one, it was near Folsom City where he lived, for another it was
far enough up the Sierra-Nevada foothills to be free of the Sacramento smog
and pollution, and for another, there were plenty of things for a teenage
guy to do.  The young star of the television series "Soul Man" and "Two of
a Kind" and of the films "Duragno Kids" and "Caspar ll", enjoyed a host of
activities including the marital arts, fencing, snow skiing, basketball,
soccer, swimming, horseback riding, animals, piano, dance, and occasionally
drawing cartoon characters, an interest dating back to his preteens.
Folsom Lake SRA provided an opportunity for him to engage in almost all his
interests.  There were plenty of spaces where you could have an impromptu
game of soccer with fellow vacationers and secluded areas where a guy could
practice his marital arts or fencing moves undisturbed.  The snack bars at
Granite Bay and Beal's Point sold volleyball sets and jet skiis besides
other recreational equipment.  There were plenty of sandy public beaches
along the lake if you just wanted to lie in the sun, and if you wanted
privacy and took the effort you could find secluded and difficult to reach
beaches along the shoreline where a guy could even skinny dip.  There were
excellent horse riding trails, and a variety of hiking paths and nature
trails where one could study the wildlife.  The nicest thing of all about
the area was that those who came there came for the outdoors and to relax
just like he had.  Nobody stared at him and giggled or whispered behind
their hands at the sight of him, nobody crowded him for his autograph, or
treated him like he was some sort of exhibit.

Well, at least most didn't.  He could not help noticing he was being
watched for the past forty- five minutes, from the moment he'd come out of
the lake and had lain in the sun to dry off, when he'd practised some of
his marital arts exercises, and now as he lay down in the shade to read.
Of course his watcher was not difficult to spot.  He was a boy, from his
height and facial appearance around ten or eleven.  He was wearing black
swim trunks, and his body was something else!  Never had he ever seen a boy
that age with a body so well developed.  He had chest and abdominal muscles
guys twice his age didn't have, and his biceps and thighs looked more solid
than his own although he had to be at least five years older and kept in
good shape himself.  The boy looked like a miniature Arnold Schwarzenegger
with a kid's head.  After he'd gotten over the shock of the boy's
appearance, Brendon had just ignored him, being he was just a kid, but each
time he looked over his way he caught the kid staring at him, and each time
the kid quickly looked away, meaning it was no chance accident.  After a
bit it became irritating, and as it continued he began to get pissed off.
He was about to move off to another location when the kid headed over to
him.  It was just as well.  He'd get this unpleasantness over with and
carry on with his holiday.  After all, why should he be the one to move?

"Tai Kuan Do?"

"Pardon?"  Brendon looked up at the boy.  Damned if he would give him the
courtesy of sitting up after being stared at like that.

"That was what you practise, yes?"

"Ah, yeah, it was.  You know about marital arts?"

"My father is former World Martial Arts Champion."

That went a long way toward explaining the kid's muscular build.  "So, you
practice Tai Kuan Do?"

"No.  I know of it.  But I practise at our family school Tekkion.  I have
black belt."

"I see."  Awesome abs and skilled besides.  He was an easy kid to envy,
even hate.

"You move very smoothly and gracefully, like I have seen Shaolin priests do
in films.  It is as if you are dancing."

"Thanks.  I like dance actually."  Well, hate was a strong word.

"What kind?"

"Jazz.  Tap.  Ballet.  Any of it really."  He had actually won several
dance awards, but Brendon was not one to brag.

"I should have known from the way you move."

"So, that is why you've been watching me?"

"Me?  But it is you who was watching me."

"Me?"

"Yes.  Ever since you came out of water, you have been glancing at me," the
boy replied.  "And when I've caught you, you've turned away."

"I ."

"That is all right," the boy interrupted before he could make the same
accusation.  "I am used to people staring at me.  I am understanding I
don't have the type of body you would see most ten- year-olds having."

"You are ten?"  You couldn't be envious of a ten-year-old.

"Yes.  I had tenth birthday April 15."

"Well, you are right, you don't have the typical body of a ten-year-old.
But that is not why I was glancing over at you.  I thought it was you who
was glancing all the time at me, and it was becoming irritating."

"As was your staring at me, which is why I was looking to see if you were
looking."

Grins quickly began to spread across their faces as the two boys looked at
each other, and they burst into laughter.

"Well.  I'm glad we got that settled," Brendon observed as he sat up.  He
owed the kid that much.

"Me also."

"It is funny how misunderstandings can occur and how people can
misinterpret the behaviour of others."

"Yes it is.  But now there is no misunderstanding I leave you.  I am sorry
to have disturbed you."

"Hey, it was no bother," Brendon said with a shrug, "really.  Actually, it
was nice to talk to someone for a change without them making a big fuss
over me."  He could at least be friendly.

"People make big fuss over you?"

The comment caught Brendon off guard at first, it not being the type of
comment one guy normally makes to another, and then he felt offended, but
as he thought about it, he realized how ironic that was.  His complaint was
usually that people were constantly bothering him, not that people were
ignoring him.  Now, how does a guy respond to a question like that?

"I am sorry," Richard said suddenly as he realized how his comment had to
have sounded.  "I did not mean to offend you by saying that.  You have good
body.  Muscular that is.  Very little body fat," he observed, growing more
flustered as he tried to correct his wrong.  He really had not meant any
offense.  "I just . . .  well . . .  I am sure peoples make a fuss over
you."

"Hey, that's okay.  It was an honest question.  Like I said, it was nice
not having the fuss."  He felt sorry for the kid actually.  He'd put his
foot in his mouth plenty of times so he knew the feeling.

"So, people stare too at you?"

"Yes, but not because of my body, though don't I wish," Brendon responded.
"I'm an actor.  I've stared in a number of television series and films.
People recognize me, and well, you know."

"I see.  Then that explains my ignorance to you.  I do not watch either."

"You don't?" Brendon asked in surprise.

"My father does not allow.  Besides, it is waste of time when people can be
doing more active things.  My father says television is a leading cause why
people in America are fat."

"Good thing most people don't think that way or I'd be out of a job,"
Brendon said with a chuckle.

"Oh," said Richard, not having thought of that and growing perturbed once
more.  "I am sorry again.  I did not mean what you do is a waste of time.
I really didn't ."

"Hey, it's all right, really," Brendon interrupted, seeing how upset the
boy was getting.  He had to be feeling embarrassed as hell.  "Your father
is right.  Many people have become fat and lazy because of television.  I
was just making a little joke."

"Oh," responded Richard, and seeing Brendon's smile he had to smile too.
"I get it.  And you are right also.  If everyone thought like my father,
television salespeoples would be very unhappy."  He began to relax at
little once again.  He had been nervous and uncertain about approaching the
unknown teenager in the first place, and it was only the urgency of his
concern that had convinced him to go through with it.  Unfortunately it
seemed each time he opened his dumb mouth he was making things worse.

"I am Brendon, Brendon Barrett, by the way."

"Richard Sandrak," the boy responded, squatting down and extending his hand
formally.  Brendon reached over and shook it.  Each was secretly pleased
when the other did not react to his name.  Each really did not know who the
other was.  "You were about to read when I interrupted?"

"Yes, Jack London's book, 'Jerry of the Islands', about a dog in Melanesia,
not one of his better- known books."

"I have not heard of it, but I have read 'White Fang'."

"That is a good story.  I like books about animals.  But with my parents
both being veterinarians, I guess that shouldn't be a surprise.  'White
Fang' is a bit difficult to read though, no?" Brendon asked, surprised a
ten-year-old would read a book that advanced, or a book that old.

"A little, but I too like animals, and books about them.  I am, like my
mother and father, a vegetarian.  And reading is almost as much fun as
mathematics."

"You like mathematics?"

"Oh yes.  I especially enjoy algebra.  And solving quadratic equations or
binomial functions is like solving mysteries."

"Quadratic equations?  Binomials?  What grade are you in?"

"I am not actually in any grade.  I am homeschool.  But in levels, in
mathematics, I am taking first year university calculus right now."

"First year university?  I just finished struggling through my high school
freshman math!"

"You go to a regular school, and act also?"

"Yeah, most of the time, though when I'm shooting in New York for my part
in 'Soul Man' if I'm there any length of time I have a tutor.  That's okay,
but I'd rather be in class."

"The key is teaching.  If they do not want to, you cannot make them, that
is what my mother says."

"Hey, I hope I didn't sound like I'm against home schooling.  Each to his
own.  I know a number of actors who are.  It is just not for me."

"I feel the same thing about public schools.  They are not for me."

There followed a long silence, the boys not knowing each other well enough
and there being too great an age difference for them to sustain a
conversation.  Brendon could not get over how muscular the kid's body was,
nor how mature and intelligent he seemed.  "You an only child?"

"Oh no!  Are you?"

"I have a sister a year younger than I, Caitlin."

Another long silence followed.  Richard stared at the grass and bit his
lower lip as he tried to think of something to say.  He was not normally at
a loss of words.  Brendon normally didn't have difficulty talking to
strangers either, but what can a fifteen-year-old talk to a ten-year-old
about, especially when he did not watch television or movies?  He had
learned to observe people to develop his acting skills, however, and it did
not take a whole lot of observation to notice that Richard was very
uncomfortable.  "There is something bothering you?"

Richard looked up at him in surprise.  "Why, yes.  How did you know?"

"From the look on your face, and the way you've been, you know, shifting
back and forth and stuff, like you are thinking of something."

"You are very observant."

"It is part of my training," Brendon said with a shrug.  He waited but
Richard was not forthcoming with what was on his mind.  The boy wanted to,
but was uncertain how to begin.  "You wanna talk about it?"

"Well," began Richard hesitantly, "there is another reason I was looking at
you, besides because you were staring at me."  He grinned impishly and
Brendon laughed as he retorted once again that it was the other way around.
Richard had hoped making a joke would help, and it did.  "Well, anyway,
when you came out of the water . . .  well . . .  you were . . .  well,
your trunks had a bulge."  By this time the ten-year-old was bright red
with embarrassment and unable to look directly at Brendon.  He was still
squatting and he shifted his weight uncomfortably.  It wasn't exactly just
because they had a bulge, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Brendon hadn't had any idea what to expect, but he certainly hadn't
expected that comment, not from a ten-year-old.  He quickly thought back to
when he was the boy's age.  He could not recall bulges in guys' swim trunks
ever being something that he'd noticed in other boys or wondered about at
the age of ten, though there had to have been boys on the beach with
bulging swim trunks.  Everybody's trunks bulged, even those with the
littlest dicks.  Once again he did not know how to respond.  The other type
of bulges were something guys noticed once they hit their teens, and then
they were either embarrassingly ignored, or the cause of a big joke, but a
ten-year- old?.

"I am sorry," Richard observed in the awkward silence.  "This is something
very personal.  Very private.  I should not have bothered you, someone I do
not know."  It had seemed like a good idea when he'd first thought of it,
but now Richard was so red his face was hot and he wished he could just
shrunk away to nothing and disappear.  He had made a big mistake.
  "I am so sorry," he repeated, not knowing what else to say as he stood
and began to back away.

"Hey, no, that's okay," responded Brendon.  "Really, it is.  You don't have
to apologize."  His teachers had observed that he was intuitive, and his
directors had said he was a quick study.  He thought quickly as he tried to
make sense out of the situation.  So the kid had noticed the bulge his cock
made in his wet swim trunks.  Fact.  He was too young to tease him, and
besides, they were total strangers, and it wasn't as if he had a hardon.
Facts.  You didn't just walk up to a stranger and point out that his dick
was sticking out his swim trunks.  Fact.  So why would he mention it?  One
reason came to mind, but that was impossible.  The kid was only ten.  He
couldn't possibly be gay.  He tried to think of a reason he'd have to do
what the kid had done when he was ten, but he was drawing a total blank. So
much for being intuitive and being a quick study.  "Actually, having a
bulge in my swim trunks is not what is usually the case," he observed, more
to just make conversation than anything else, and knowing that whatever it
was that was on the kid's mind, it was bothering him greatly.  "Usually
after I've spent time in the water it shrivels up so small I could probably
pass for being a girl," he commented with a smile.

"Mine usually also shrivels," Richard observed seriously, ignoring the
humour and clearly still highly embarrassed despite the fact it was he who
had initiated the topic.  He thought for a moment, and then continued.
"But lately . . .  lately . . .  the opposite has been happening."

"The opposite?"

"Getting smaller is not the problem.  It is . . .  well . . .  getting
bigger.  Not when I'm in the water.  When I'm anywhere."

"Well, that is natural," Brendon replied with a shrug.  "You are growing,
so it should too."  He figured that was particularly true considering the
kid's muscular development.

"No, not that bigger.  Not like my biceps, or my abs, have been getting
bigger because of my exercises.  It . . .  this is very embarrassing."
Richard shook his head and inhaled deeply.  It would be so easy to just
forget it, but he had gone this far.  He had to tell him.  Besides, his
parents had not raised him to run and hide when things became difficult.
The problem he was trying to explain had been occurring now for the past
six months, and with increasing regularity, and with longer duration each
time.  Six months is a long time, especially when you are ten.  The
difficulty was that he had nobody he could discuss it with.  Doctors his
parents had long ago dismissed as quacks interested in promoting pills and
drugs and in making profits from insurance companies ever since several had
criticized their nutrition program and the exercise routine they'd
developed for him.  He had no close companion he could confer with, being
home schooled and not having much opportunity to mix and get to know others
his age, and though he was very close to his coach and trainer Frank
Goggin-Giardina, this was not something he could discuss with him.

Of course the obvious solution was to discuss it with his father, but he
knew how proud his father, and his mother for that matter, were of his
physical achievements, and how hard both his parents were working to make
their family martial arts training program and nutritional business a
success since moving to America.  Although they tried to hide it from him,
he also knew how sensitive they were about any criticism about themselves
or what he'd achieved.  That his "problem" might have something to do with
his training, and that it could make things worse for them, had occurred to
him almost immediately, so he couldn't let them know.  He loved them more
than anyone else in the entire world and would never do anything to hurt
them, no matter how distressed it made him.

So, when he'd spotted what he had assumed was the same problem as his when
Brendon had stepped out of the lake, and when he'd noticed what he'd
thought was the teenager's interest in him, he'd decided this was an
opportunity he could not allow to pass by.  The worries and fears that had
built up for six months far outweighed any embarrassment he'd figured he'd
have discussing the topic, and besides, he'd reasoned on the spur of the
moment that perhaps with a total stranger such a discussion might be easier
than with someone he knew and would be seeing daily.  It were those
thoughts that pushed him on now.  He sat down beside Brendon.  "My penis
has been suddenly and for no reason swelling and becoming very firm as firm
as my biceps when I flex even firmer and it has been happening often," he
said in a rush without stopping to breathe.  There, he had said it!

"Oh.  That type of bigger."  Brendon stared at the youngster.  He
remembered his first hardons.  They were not that long ago, maybe three
years, a bit more, and he remembered how mysterious and frightening they
had been.  If he'd had them as young as the age of ten he could not
remember, so he doubted if he had, and if others got them that young he had
no idea.  Since it had occurred with the other changes that were happening
to his body he'd just assumed that was when it happened for everyone.
"Well," he observed slowly, "you are kind of young for that to be happening
already, but it is something perfectly natural that happens to all guys."

"It does?" Richard asked, his big, brown, innocent eyes growing wide with
surprise, and his young face brightening with the possible good news.
After six months of worry, he was desperate for good news.

"Yeah, it does.  It is just your body's way of telling you that you are
becoming a man, that it is ready to have sex.  Like I said, you are sort of
young to be having erections, but I've read about girls as young as nine
who have entered puberty and that it is happening at a younger and younger
age.  I don't recall reading anything about boys, but I suppose the same
could be for them."

"You said ready to have sex?" Richard asked uneasily, having blanked out
everything Brendon had said after that.  His parents had given him a very
long lecture about the evils of the outside world, and a fixation on sex
was one of the gravest and most widespread of the evils.  The rabbi had a
lot to say about the sin of sex also, most of which he didn't understand
except that it was bad except for a man and his wife to make children.

"Yeah.  It is your body's way of saying it is becoming a man, and is ready
to do man-type things."

"Is it because of my physical training to develop my muscles, do you think?
I know I am stronger than many guys twice my age.  I can squat for half an
hour with one and a half times my weight, and I can bench three times my
weight for several reps."

"Just how heavy are you?"

"Seventy-five pounds," Richard replied.  "Or do you think maybe my diet is
making my body think it is a man's?"

"Diet?  You taking steroids?"

"Absolutely not!  Many media think it is so.  They have accused me and my
family of being body builders, and using steroids and such things.  But
none of it is true.  We are very against drugs for the body.  I take a
sport formula developed by my father of vitamins, minerals and amino acids,
and OXG.  And I do not eat meat.  My family knows much about nutrition from
many generations."

>From the ten-year-old's intensity, Brendon guessed that steroids and his
sports supplements were sensitive topics.  "Well, I'd guess it is probably
because of your exercises and physical strength, though the sports formula
could be part of it too.  All of it, your training and the supplements and
the way you've built up your body, they all have to be affecting the amount
and types of hormones in your blood, and that is related to puberty,"
Brendon said as he recalled his sex education lessons.

"What is puberty again?" Richard asked, trying to take all the information
in.  He was gifted, but he was also only ten.

"That is when a boy's body begins to change and become more like a man's
body, develop hair, and get a deeper voice, and stuff.  The rest of your
body is like a man's, so I guess your dick is thinking it should be too.
That is not a bad thing.  Just means you can enjoy having a boner longer
than most guys is all."

"A boner?"

"That is one of the names guys call their dick when it gets hard.  Hardon
is another.  Doctors and adults call it an erection."

"Oh.  You said enjoy?  How can such a thing be enjoyed?"

Brendon smiled.  He'd forgotten the time when he'd been so pure and
innocent and his penis was nothing more than a piss hose.  "What do you do
when it happens?"

"Hope it will go away, and try to make it go soft again with my mind, and
if that does not work try to ignore it.  It always does go soft again.  It
always will, won't it?"  he asked, voicing one of his fears that one day it
would not and then everyone would know his problem.

"Yeah, it does, unfortunately," Brendon replied with a sigh.

Richard ignored the teenager's regret.  It made no sense and there were so
many other questions on his mind.  Finding finally someone who could answer
them, the problem was he didn't know which to ask next.  "When it happens
to you, what do you do?"

"Well, if I can, I have a good whack-off," Brendon responded honestly.

"A good whack-off?"

"I stroke it, with my hand," Brendon said, demonstrating in the air between
his legs with an imaginary and very huge dick.

"Why?"

"Because it feels good.  Everyone does it."

"This is not wrong?  I mean, it is not harmful to the body?" Richard asked.
It seemed as if there were so many things that were.

"Harmful?  Heck no.  There are some doctors who even say it is good for
you, mentally and physically.  There are some priests who would say it is
bad, but then to priests, everything that is fun is bad and will send you
to hell.  That's dumb because everyone does it."

Richard considered his new information.  He had little faith in the advice
of doctors from listening to his parents, and if some priests said it was
wrong, he was sure the rabbi would also say so.  Still, surely not every
doctor was without a conscience, and rabbis did expect everyone to be
perfect and pure, and often kids were wiser than adults.  He could cite
many incidences where he was much wiser than the media who came by to
exploit him and his parents.  It made sense that this teenager, especially
being an actor and wise in the way of the world, would know about such
things.  "So, this whack-off thing, how is it done exactly?"

The question brought back memories of his introduction to the world of
whacking-off.  He had heard about it from a friend who had been told the
facts by a cousin, who had been informed by a friend who'd overheard his
brother talking to a buddy.  By the time the information had gotten to him
it had been so distorted it was filled with inaccuracies and
misconceptions.  And to that a vivid imagination, a sprinkling of fear
since nobody had any answers to some very basic questions, and a large dose
of guilt, and you have an introduction that was memorable but far from
enjoyable.  Here was an opportunity to see that at least one young boy
didn't have to go through what he had.

"Well, I could tell you, or give you the name of a place on the Internet
where you can read all about it, or we could do it together. . . ."

"I am not allowed to go on the Internet by myself," Richard responded, his
parents having told him it was for his own protection because the Internet
was filled with sites promoting violence, drugs and sex.  "You could tell
me, but I have found in homeschool that to see and to do is better way to
learn."

"You got that right," Brendon agreed.  "Let's find a place where we can be
alone."

"I must tell my mother and father, so they do not worry."  As Richard stood
and headed across the beach to do so, Brendon studied him from behind.
He'd never seen anyone so young with such defined muscles.  He quickly
checked in with his parents also.  "It is fine," Richard announced upon his
return.  "I tell them who you are and that we go somewhere private so we
can talk, so I can tell you about our fitness program and products, and you
to tell me about your fitness practice."

"Well, I've heard it called a lot of things, but never fitness practice,"
Brendon said with a smile as they headed across the beach, "but that is
what it is, so you did tell the truth."  They cut across an expanse of
grass at the far end of the beach.  "You were not born in the United States
were you?"

"No, I and my parents come from Russia.  But we are American citizens now."

"So, to make you honest, tell me about this sports drink and OXG."

By the time the two boys reached the small clearing amongst the blue oaks
that Brendon had discovered while exploring the nearby woodland several
summers ago, Richard had filled him in on the family enterprise and Brendon
had given him an introductory lesson on puberty.

"So, I'm sure you get asked this hundreds of times," Brendon observed as
they pushed their way through the dense undergrowth of toyon and California
buckeye surrounding the private little clearing, "what exactly are your
stats?"

"My biceps are twelve inches, my chest thirty-five, and my waist
twenty-one.
  My legs are seventeen-and-a-half and I am four-foot eight and
seventy-five pounds.  I have four percent body fat," recited Richard.  He
had been asked that question, frequently.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what my biceps or legs are, but
I'm five-foot-eight and a hundred-and-forty pounds," Brendon observed,
adding with a grin as he pushed his tight blue Speedos down, "and
five-and-a-quarter inches hard."

"I do not know how long mine is for sure," Richard observed as he pushed
down his black trunks.

"Well, we will find out soon enough."  Brendon sat down in the long,
undisturbed grass and Richard sat facing him.  It felt funny on his naked
bum and Brendon laughed when he told him.  "First thing we need to do, is
to get ourselves hard," he explained.  Reaching down, he slowly milked his
limp boy tube, forming a "U" with his thumb and fingers and grasping his
dick by the base and pulling up on it as he squeezed it and then repeating
the action.  Richard copied him.  "I see you're cut."

"Cut?" asked Richard, looking down at his limp penis with concern.

"I mean circumcised, like me."

"Oh."

"Some guys like to bounce their dick to get it hard, like this," Brendon
demonstrated, "and others roll it in their fingers.  Some guys like to play
with their nuts too, or their nipples, that's my favourite.  Some like to
rub their buttholes."

"Their buttholes?" asked Richard, wrinkling up his nose.

"Yeah.  It's not bad really.  I've tried it, but like I said, I like to rub
my nipples best.  It sort of sends the same tingles through my chest as
happens when I rub the bulb at the end of my dick."

"You've done this with lots of guys then."

"Huh?  Oh.  No," Brendon responded as he realized Richard's reasoning.  "I
got most of what I said from the site I told you that is on the web.  And
from a friend.  He's the only one I've done this with.  You're only the
second."

That he was sharing this very secret and private thing with him impressed
Richard and he felt a warm glow being so privileged.  He again copied his
mentor, running his fingers lightly over his solid pecs and gently
caressing his nipples.  They began to grow firm, and his penis began to
grow firm also.  It was pleasant in a way, a strange way, and exciting too,
because it was new, and because it was private.  He concentrated on the new
sensation causing his nipples to burn.  It was a lot like the feeling
around the bulb of his penis like Brendon had said.  He squirmed with the
pleasure and glancing over at Brendon, he smiled.

Brendon's teenage cock was swelling rapidly.  He always got stiff faster
when he did it with his buddy, but this was even faster and hotter yet.
For one, it was a totally new experience, sharing this very private
pleasure with Richard for the first time.  The fact that the boy was only
ten and engaging in this "adult" sport made it even hotter.  What made it
the hottest though, was that this was the ten-year-old's very first time.
Brendon thought back to his very first experience, the awe and the mystery
as he felt those tingles rippling through his young penis, as he felt it
slowly swelling and becoming firm in his fingers.  He returned Richard's
smile and squirmed with the pleasure also.

So the two boys sat there in the shade of the tall blue oaks and caressed
their chests and tugged on their dicks until both their teats and their
young cocks were firm and tingling with arousal.  Richard stared at the
older boy's stiff organ and wondered what it felt like to have one so huge,
and Brendon stared at Richard's stiff cocklet and estimated it to be three
inches in length.  Somehow, with his chiselled chest and rippling abs,
having a hard-on seemed very appropriate.  The two boys were tense with the
novelty and excitement of the moment, and although they did not know what
it was, they could sense the sexuality in the air.  Being nude in front of
another guy was one thing, but being nude and in that very special state
was something totally different.

"There's all sorts of ways you can whack-off once it's hard," Brendon
explained, continuing with his lesson.  "I'd try the two-finger style.
It's the first one I used, and is still my favourite."  So saying, he began
to gently stroke his cock, slipping his first two fingers and his thumb up
and down the length from base to knob, stroking ever so slowly and gently.
His heart had risen in his chest in the excitement and he could feel it
beating high in his chest.  As he'd said, he'd only jerked off with one
other person before, and they were the same age and close buddies.  This
was a lot different.  He'd only met Richard, and he was just a kid, five
years younger than he was.  As he watched him, Richard marvelled once again
at the boy's body.  He also had the most awesome physique he'd ever seen on
a ten-year-old.  Even his own muscles were not as defined, though with his
marital arts training and dance particularly, he did have a more solid
build than most fifteen-year-old boys did.  Brendon felt a quiver of
excitement as he watched the boy slowly began to beat his meat.  His biceps
flexed in time with his slow pumping motion.  He continued to rub his other
hand over his contoured chest and a smile passed over his lips.  He was
evidently liking stimulating his chest as much as Brendon did.

Richard did like it, all of it, the stimulation of his nipples, and the
stimulation of his stiff penis.  The sensations passing through his
irritated nipples and his chest and through his erect cocklet were totally
unreal, sensations like he'd never felt before.  As he continued to rub his
now irritated nipples, he did so more vigorously, and he stared at one and
then the other as if fascinated by the sweet pain.  That is what it was, a
sweet pain.  It was stimulating, and the harder he rubbed, the more
stimulating it became, but it hurt too, and the more he rubbed the more the
hurt was, and the more he wanted to do it because the hurt felt good in a
way. The same was true for his cocklet.  The more he rubbed it, especially
the end, the more it itched and it seemed the hotter it got, and the more
it itched and the hotter it got the harder he rubbed.  It was hot there in
the shade too, and the sweat began to bead on his forehead and on his pecs.

He noticed Brendon had thick, curly hairs above his penis and strands of
hair on his testicles, and though his chest was smooth, he did have pit
hair, long, fine silky hairs.  He would have to ask about hair too
sometime, when a guy got it, and why, and what it was like having hair in
those places.  At the moment, he had enough to think about.  As he slowly
stroked his swollen penis he marvelled at how it made him feel, and he was
glad that Brendon had introduced him to this whacking off thing.  He also
felt a twinge of guilt.  In that everything else that people said made you
feel good his parents prohibited, he suspected if they knew about this
secret they'd probably prohibit it too.  Somehow, he suspected they did not
know about this.  It was not the sort of thing they knew about.  That did
bother him.  He did not want to do anything they would disapprove of.

"Sometimes I think about a girl I really like while I do this, and imagine
I'm screwing her," advised his tutor, interrupting his thoughts, "and
sometimes I think about guys in the showers and what it would be like to
share this secret with them.  Sometimes I even imagine all of us in the
showers whacking off together.  Other times, most times, I just think about
how glad I am that I'm a boy and that I know about doing this, and I
concentrate on the feeling as I watch my fingers slipping up and down my
cock."

His parents had warned him about swearing, and hardly ever hearing such
words, Richard never used such language.  It was a bit of a shock hearing
it coming from Brendon's lips, Brendon seeming like a very decent sort of
boy, the type of boy his parents would approve of him seeing.  Under the
circumstances cock seemed much more appropriate than penis though.
  He watched Brendon slowly slipping his fingers up and down his stiff
penis, his cock.  It was two inches longer than his like he'd said, and was
a lot fatter besides.  The end was more of a bulb shape than an upside down
bowl shape like his, and it was a lot deeper reddish-purple.  Otherwise, it
looked much the same.  He looked up at Brendon's face.  His eyes were
sparkling and wet-looking as he stared down at his slowly pumping fist, and
his lips were curled into a slight smile.

Richard decided on several things at that moment.  He decided that no
matter what his parents might think about what he was doing, he was going
to continue to do it.  He was a good son, following their advice in all
other matters, following their rigid routine of exercise and diet, their
restrictions on how much time he could spend with his friends and whom he
could see, and their homeschool.  There were some things that a boy should
be able to do that were his decisions.  His second decision was that for
this time he'd think about Brendon and about the new and wonderful feelings
he was feeling.  And his third decision, was that he'd ask Brendon if he'd
become a regular friend and maybe write to him.

Watching the look of concentration on Richard's face, Brendon knew that he
had made his introduction to this pleasure a positive one, and that made
him feel good.  He slowed his pace even more, not just so it would last,
but because he wanted Richard to have his big moment first.  He remembered
his first climax.  He'd been whacking off for half a year before he'd dared
go all the way.  It was an event he would never forget, not just the
awesome, mind-blowing feeling, but the fear and the guilt trip that went
with it.  He would see that Richard was spared the latter, that there was
nothing to fear nor feel guilty about.

The fifteen-year-old inhaled and exhaled slowly as he felt his nuts
beginning to draw up under his throbbing, aching cock, and he concentrated
on the delightful build-up of tension in his loins and the tingling of his
cockhead.  He had been sincere when he'd said he was glad that he was a boy
and that he had learned of this pleasure.  It was a hot day, and what he
was doing made his blood flow even faster.  His body was hot and flushed,
and his nuts damp.  He reached down and cupped his balls and rolled the
still loose but tightening skin between his thumb and fingers, and then
brought his fingers to his nose and closing his eyes he inhaled the
delightful, musky odour, as was his practice.  He knew of no aroma so
delightful.

It had been an automatic reflex, something he did routinely, and he'd done
it without thought what his young protege might think.  As he opened his
eyes, he noticed Richard do the same thing, and as he watched the boy cup
and roll the skin of his hairless little marbles between his thumb and
fingers, and then bring his fingers to his nose as he closed his eyes and
continued to stroke his stiff little dicklet with the other, he wondered
what he would think.  Lowering his hand, he slowly opened his eyes and
looked over at Brendon.  A smile curled the corners of his lips.

"I love the smell of my nuts when they've been sweating," Brendon observed.

"It is an interesting smell," Richard responded.  "Mine that is, not yours.
Not that I'm sure yours too smells very good."  He began to grow red with
embarrassment as he tried to explain himself.

"Maybe you'd better forget about talking and just stick to whacking off,"
Brendon advised with a grin, and the two boys giggled.

And so they did just as he suggested, the two of them, the fifteen-year-old
and the ten-year-old, sitting there in the shade in the Sierra-Nevada hills
that hot, sunny, summer afternoon, the two of them stark naked, their
young, smooth bodies glistening with sweat and flushed with sexual arousal.
The tingling of their irritated nipples caused the tender swollen buds to
burn and sent ripples of pleasure through their chests, through Brendon's
smooth, teenage pecs, his breast pads still soft and just beginning to
develop the definition of manhood, and Richard's much firmer and more
solidly-packed young chest.  Both began to breathe more deeply as the
pleasure between their legs grew with each stroke.  Brendon's flat stomach
rose and fell as he slowly pumped his fist up and down the length of his
throbbing cock.  Richard's stomach was rising and falling also, his
six-pack abs growing tighter as the pressure between his legs increased, a
totally new and enticing pressure.

It was a strange feeling, that pressure.  When it had begun, he was not
sure, but he could feel it developing deep inside him now, somewhere in the
vicinity of his groin though his penis, testicles and thighs had become so
numb it was difficult to decide for sure where the feeling was.  It felt
good, very good, and like an addiction, he could not get enough of it.
With each stroke the pressure increased, and the increase drove him on,
encouraging him to stroke with more force and more speed, encouraging him
to stroke his swollen little cocklet until he burst like a balloon.

He began to breathe more deeply, as he did as he approached the end of a
strenuous workout.  He sensed that he was quickly approaching the end of
this very new and invigorating exercise.  The tingling, aching feeling in
his swollen cocklet had been replaced by a numb throbbing that seemed to
pass through his entire groin and into his thighs, causing his cock, groin
and upper thighs to throb in unison.  It was sort of like when he exercised
almost to the point of exhaustion, like the warm flush that passed over his
muscles when he'd reached his peak of endurance and stopped.  But he was
not stopping.  He was rapidly stroking his swollen flesh, going on and on
and on.

The numb feeling spread through his loins, causing them to feel very weak,
almost as if they'd been detached, and then it hit him. The ripple started
deep in his groin, at some undefinable point under his testicles, and it
passed up through his stiff, numb cocklet, replacing the numbness with a
sharp piercing sensation like being stabbed by a needle.  The muscles of
his right leg quivered like they did when they were short of oxygen except
more violently, and then his cock quivered, and his entire body jerked.  He
snorted in surprise as his hot, stiff cock throbbed repeatedly, the pulse
between his fingers and thumb as strong as his heart beat after practising
his lifts.  He grunted and gasped with the sharp pleasure jolting his
sensitive cocklet.  His legs jerked like legs on a puppet, and he twisted
and jerked like a drop of water on a skillet, and then shuddered with the
relief that flooded over his body.

Brendon smiled as he watched Richard and he focussed on his own pleasure as
he pumped his fingers up and down his own throbbing organ.  It was wicked
hearing him gasp and grunt with his orgasm, and not just any orgasm, but
his very first.  It was so fucking hot seeing him spasm uncontrollably and
hearing his young, soprano voice quivering with the ultimate of pleasure as
he closed his eyes and groaned.  Then his own climax hit, with more force
than it ever had before.  Hot squirt after squirt of his thick semen shot
out of his throbbing, aching cock, shooting up like a fountain and falling
back over his hardon, down over his fingers, and down over his tight balls.
It was brief, but it was wonderful, and as his pearly semen collected in
whitish pools in the natural cavities of his naked body and ran as thin
streamers over his flushed, naked flesh, he sighed with pleasure.  He'd
never felt so good in all his life.  Noticing Richard staring at him, he
smiled over at him.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah," the ten-year-old sighed.

"Figured so," Brendon observed with a smile as he lay back and took several
deep breaths, the hot Sierra-Nevada air now scented with the fragrance of
fresh cum.  His cock was still erect but no longer burning and he sighed
with the pleasure of the afterglow.  The hot sun beat down on his naked,
cum streaked flesh and as he shifted he felt a trickle of cum ooze between
his right ball sack and his thigh.

Richard had returned the smile and lain on his back also, copying his
mentor.  He would have to ask about the stuff that had spurted out of his
penis.  From the look on his face as it had happened, it had to have felt
awesome, and it evidently had been expected.  That could wait.  Right now
he was feeling too exhausted and too awed to do anything except lie there
in the shade and enjoy the warm flood that had washed over him, and relive
the shocking explosion that had occurred.  He knew then and there that this
thing called whacking-off was going to become just as regular a routine as
his physical training program, and when it came to pleasure, it certainly
was going to rival doing kicks and squats.

The following morning Brendon went boating with his family.  Later that
afternoon, although the temperatures had climbed to above ninety degrees,
he went jogging along the shoreline.  Only two weeks from his sixteenth
birthday, the young teen was fit and full of energy, and he was very
conscious of the need to be in good physical shape, not just to perform as
an actor and dancer, but for plain good healthy living.  Having met Richard
Sandrak the day before and seeing the ten- year-old's chiselled body and
six-pac abs was certainly additional motivation that afternoon.  Speaking
of the muscular young wonder, Brendon was surprised to spot him beside a
stand of young black oak on a rise to the right of the path and ahead of
him.  He was wearing only a tattered pair of white britches torn off just
below the crotch and the sight of him and the memory of yesterday caused
Brendon's cock to twitch.  Jumping up and grasping the lowest branch of one
of the larger trees, the four-foot-eight young trainer drew himself up in a
behind the neck chin.  Slowly lowering his body, he repeated the chin.
Brendon did not know much about chin lifts, but he knew smooth form when he
saw it, and he marvelled at the ten-year-old's grace and at his biceps and
triceps as he slowly raised and lowered his body.  Brendon watched
unobserved for a few minutes before jogging over to him.

"Oh, hi!" said Richard cheerfully with a huge, open smile revealing his
front teeth as he dropped to the ground.

"How many of those things can you do?" Brendon asked in amazement.

"I have never tried for a limit," Richard responded.  "Normally in my
exercise I do a hundred."

"A hundred!  That's amazing."

"So, you are out jogging?" Richard asked.  That was obvious, but he didn't
know what else to say.

"Yeah," Brendon replied, wiping the sweat from his brow.  His thick hair,
held back with a sweat band, was wet and plastered to his scalp, and his
pale grey tank top had large inverted dark triangles of sweat stain in the
front and back.  His nylon jogging shorts were clinging to his backside.
"I'm surprised to see you.  I didn't know you were going to be here another
day."

"Nor did I know you were."

"We're camping at Beal's Point."

"No! So are we!"  There were only forty-nine campsites, but having spent
the evening with their families, they had not ventured out of their
individual sites the previous evening.  By the time Brendon had gone to
wash up at the public washroom for the night, Richard had long past his
bedtime curfew.

"So how are you today?"

"Great.  And you?"

"Same."

The two boys stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say, both
wondering the same thing but not knowing how to ask it.

"Thanks again for yesterday," Richard finally said, "for explaining things
to me, and showing me, you know. . . ."

"Hey, glad to have been of some help.  And glad you are okay with what we
did."

"It got hard again last night, but I knew what to do about it," Richard
said with a shy smile.

"Oh yeah?  Cool."  Brendon smiled at the comment and his eyes brightened in
merriment.

"It got hard three times."

"You did it three more times yesterday?" Brendon asked, raising both
eyebrows.

"Yes.  That is okay, is it not?" Richard asked, suddenly worried.  "You
cannot do it too much can you?"

"Heck no, you can never do it too much," Brendon responded with a grin.
"Your body won't let you overdo it.  If you do, your nuts tighten up to
warn you, and that hurts worse than a cramped muscle!"

"So how often do you do it?" Richard asked as he stored away the newest
information.  A hurt worse than a cramped muscle had to be really painful!

"Well, it depends.  Every other day, sometimes more, sometimes less."  He
would never have admitted that to a friend, but he had introduced the
pleasure to Richard.

"Oh," Richard responded, a hint of disappointment in his voice.  That was
not the answer he had expected.  He had expected Brendon did it regularly,
daily or even more, and he felt foolish now saying he'd done it four times
in all in one day.  He had to have sounded like a dumb kid who couldn't
control himself.

"I did it again last night also," Brendon admitted, and Richard's face
immediately lit up.  "Thinking about you, and that it was your first time,
and remembering the look on your face, the enjoyment in your eyes, it got
me horny."

"Horny?"

"Oh.  Ah, aroused.  It gave me a boner.  Horny is when your cock itches so
bad you got to grab it and whack off."

"Oh.  Then I guess I was horny three times last night," Richard observed
with a smile, and the two boys laughed.  They stood there awkwardly as they
thought about the previous day and what to say next and about the itch
beginning to develop between their legs.

"Then I guess you must like whacking off," Brendon observed with a grin.

"Oh yes, very much," Richard replied eagerly.

"You interested in maybe doing it again?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Sure."  Richard didn't try to hide the wide smile on his face, the
reflection of the happiness in his heart.

As they headed for the clearing where they had done it the day before, the
two felt a growing desire between their legs, and a pleasant anticipation.
Yesterday had been exciting and especially pleasurable for both of them.
Pushing their way through the underbrush of toyon and California buckeye,
they stared at the ground as they silently dropped their shorts and
underwear and sat down on the lush grass.  Although they had whacked off
together the day before and although they both had said they had liked it
and wanted to do it again, they felt embarrassed first of all pushing down
their shorts and underwear, and then sitting there with them about their
ankles as they began to fiddle with their most private part.  As Brendon
eventually reached up and slipping his left hand under his sweat soaked
tank top began to caress his nipples, he glanced at Richard out of the
corner of his eye and was pleased to see him also reach up and begin to
fondle his little teats.  Although widely practised, it was a secret and
private thing they did, and the two boys sat there self-consciously as they
milked their limp but growing young dicks and rubbed their rapidly swelling
nipples, stealing covert glances at each other not just to see how they
were progressing, but because watching was part of the excitement and joy
of whacking off together.

"It is nicer doing it with someone than by yourself," observed Richard.

"Yes it is."

Being young and healthy, it was not long before both of the boys were hard.
Grasping their hot, swollen cocks between thumb and first two fingers, the
two began to milk them.  The burning irritation of their swollen teats and
the raw burn around the rim of their cockheads was a sweet pain that caught
the focus of both boys.  It was very new for Richard, and still
comparatively new for Brendon although he'd been doing it for several years
now.  The fifteen-year-old inhaled and exhaled deeply as the tremors of
arousal pulsated through his chest and his swollen cock.  Despite the
familiarity, it was immensely enjoyable, and sitting there watching Richard
milking his little stiff cocklet and fiddling with his irritated, swollen
teats, and seeing the look of concentration and pleasure on his face, made
it all the more enjoyable.  It had been great jerking off and recalling
their afternoon experience yesterday evening, and it was even greater
sitting there and doing it once again with the ten-year-old.  Richard had
also found recalling their experience together delightfully arousing as
he'd pounded his pud the previous night, and the mysterious and powerful
ripples of arousal piercing his muscular chest and his swollen little penis
were the most awesome feelings he'd ever felt, driving him on to do it
three times that evening.  Like Brendon, however, he found actually sharing
the experience with another boy even more stimulating than doing it alone.
Noticing Brendon stop, he immediately did also.

"If you pause once in a while, you can make it last longer," Brendon
explained.

"Oh!"  Richard looked up at his mentor with admiration. There was much he
had to learn about this whacking off.  As he lay there, he could not stop
from glancing over at Brendon's hardon.  It looked huge compared to his
own, and huge compared to its size when it was soft.  When he'd glanced
over at it yesterday, he'd been embarrassed and uncertain about the
morality of what they were doing, and his glances had been fleeting.  This
time, as the older boy lay there and openly revealed his most private part
as if it were a perfectly natural thing, he took a closer look at it.  He
committed to his memory the darker bulb-shaped top, the thickness of his
shaft, the deep blue vein running up the underside, his large, low hung
balls, and the thick bush of curly brown hair above his cock.  Brendon
similarly studied Richard's little three-inch boner closer than the day
before.  The reddish mushroom-shaped cap contrasted with the narrow, pale
pink shaft, his little boner seeming appropriate despite his age what with
his muscular chest and six-pack abs.  His balls were small and formed two
little marbles in a loose, jowly sack.  He looked up at the young boy
staring intently at his own hot, throbbing cock.

"Want to try doing mine?"

"Sure," Richard responded, too young and too innocent to consider the
implications of one boy touching another sexually.

Brendon lay on his back and Richard sat on his haunches beside him and
reached out inquisitively for his stiff, protruding member.  As he slipped
his thumb and two fingers about the shaft, he marvelled at how thick it
was, and at how firm it felt, like an iron bar.  He thought his own was
hard, but Brendon's was so much harder.  He slowly slid his fingers and
thumb up the shaft and over the bulb, and then slowly eased them down,
glancing up at Brendon to make sure he was doing it right.  From the smile
curling the teenager's lips as he lay there with his head raised to watch,
what he was doing was evidently correct.  So he slowly worked his thumb and
fingers up and down the teenager's throbbing cock, and as Brendon began to
breathe more deeply and as he wiggled his hips each time Richard stroked
his knob, Richard knew he was bringing him the same pleasure as he'd
brought his own penis the day before.  That was only fitting considering
Brendon had introduced him to the pleasure.  Uncertain if he should look
up, he sat there and concentrated on his fingers slowly easing up and down
the teenager's stiff cock.

"May I touch yours?" Brendon asked a few minutes later.

"Sure."

Drawing his arm back, Brendon reached for the still erect little
projection.
  Slipping two fingers on one side and his thumb on the other, his
favourite hold, he was surprised how small a ten-year- old's cocklet felt
compared to his own.  Barely more than an inch remained sticking out.  It
took him a dozen strokes to get used to the short stroking distance, and
longer to get use to the thinness and the lack of hair.  It was very
different stroking a ten-year-old cock compared to his teenage one, and
very different stroking someone else's hardon.  As Brendon slowly worked
his fingers up and down the throbbing little dick, Richard squirmed and his
pecs began to rise and fall more decidedly.  Seeing the delight in
Richard's face and watching him squirm with the pleasure throbbing through
his loins, any doubts Brendon had about whacking off another boy or messing
around with a ten-year-old evaporated as fast as a droplet of water in the
hot Sierra-Nevada sun.  Doing Richard and watching him whacking off his
teenage dick, and feeling his short, slender fingers and thumb squeezing
it, so different from his own, soon had Brendon ready to explode.

He debated if he should take over or not, and decided to let Richard
decide, and to his delight Richard opted to "finish him off".  Brendon
continued to slowly pump his fingers up and down Richard's turgid dick as
he concentrated on the pleasant tingling of his cockhead and the building
pressure in his loins.  His nuts began to contract and he gasped for breath
as he felt himself approaching that peak, for the first time by the hand of
someone else.  That the someone was a ten-year-old boy he'd just met the
day before and who had a chiselled body that any teenage boy would die for
made it seem all the hotter.  And, speaking of hot, even though they were
sitting in the shade, the temperature had climbed to past ninety, and his
body was beginning to perspire once again, the result of his arousal.

As he felt his cock go numb, he quivered in anticipation and sweat trickled
down his neck and along his smooth chest and from his pits.  A minute later
he felt the familiar twang deep in his loins and the gush up the core of
his cock, and he inhaled deeply and tensed, bracing himself for the
explosion.  His hot teen cum spurted out with more force than it ever had
before, shooting up into the air and landing back down to flow over his
knob and over Richard's slender fingers and thumb.  He shuddered as his
thick, creamy semen throbbed out of his hot, swollen cock, one, two, three
huge squirts and as he felt the slimy wetness pool in his hairs and run
down over his tight, swollen balls.  As he watched the look of awe and
wonder pass over Richard's face as the boy stared at his fountaining cock
and continued to stroke it, sliding his fingers and thumb now up and down
in his slippery juice, Brendon trembled with delight.

Richard stared at the creamy fluid that had erupted from the teenager's
cock, the phenomenon totally mysterious and bewildering to the
ten-year-old.  He was surprised how slimy it felt, like the white of an
egg, and how hot, as it flowed over his two fingers and his thumb, and as
he slid his three digits through it as he continued to whack off the
teenager.  It was wonderful bringing another boy the pleasure he felt
himself, and it was even more wonderful to make him do this very special
thing.  Brendon had finished spurting and the last of his cum was oozing
out the burning tip of his swollen dick when Richard reached his orgasm.
As the pleasure shot down his numb, swollen dick and ripped through his
groin, he stopped milking Brendon and thrust his hips upward and tensed,
the muscles of his legs and arms contracting and bulging as if he was
pressing two hundred pounds and his hands clenched into fists, the right
still grasping Brendon's solid cock.  He trembled and gasped and groaned
with the intense pleasure shooting through his stiff cocklet and groin as
his body jerked uncontrollably and his thighs went weak.  Whacking off the
day before had been awesome, but being whacked off by another boy was even
more powerful.

Between his own climax and bringing Richard to his dry orgasm, Brendon was
in his own world of ecstasy.  The pleasure throbbing between his legs,
having been brought that pleasure by the ten-year-old muscle boy, and
feeling the ten-year-old's cock spasm and seeing the boy jerking about
uncontrollably with his orgasm was just so sweet in the teenage vernacular
of the day.  Brendon had never felt so hot in all his life and he groaned
and quivered with both his own climax and that of his little partner's.

The two gulped in the warm California air as they released each other's
dicks and stretched out on the green grass, Brendon once again spattered
with his cum, and Richard's right hand anointed with the teenager's hot
juice.  Gradually their stiff cocks began to droop and shrink.  As they
relaxed afterward, Brendon's jogging shorts and boxers still about his
ankles and Richard's white tear-offs and white jockey briefs about his,
they talked about orgasms, about semen and babies, about the pleasure of
whacking off, and about the pleasure of bringing that pleasure to someone
else.  Their conversation was open and honest, the conversation between two
intelligent and talented boys who had nothing to hide.  Needless to say as
they lay there in the shade of the tall blue oak trees and talked about
such things, their bodies began to react.  They were, after all, healthy
young boys.

"Why does a guy's penis get hard anyway?" asked Richard as he looked down
at his once again swollen dick and then at Brendon's.

"Well, like I told you, a guy sticks his penis in a girl to plant his seed,
his semen, deep in her body.  For him to stick his penis up her vagina, it
has to be hard.  Otherwise, it would be like trying to stick like a wet
noodle through . . .  a buttonhole from the bottom side.  A hard, dry
noodle would be easy."

"I don't think I'd care to stick my noodle inside a girl's hole," Richard
said, wrinkling up his nose and his eyes twinkling with his play on the
word.

"I imagine you'll feel differently in a few years."

"Maybe.  Anyway right now I don't have a girl to try it with," he observed
pointedly as he looked down at his once again stiff dick, and then over at
Brendon hopefully.

Brendon repressed a smile at the youngster's unabashed invitation and
horniness. Well, why not?  He was erect again, and it was not every day he
had a chance to whack off with someone.  He looked over at Richard's tiny,
pink cocklet poking up eagerly between his legs.  A thought crossed his
mind.  He quickly pushed it out, but it popped right back in.  It was an
opportunity, and he knew from experience as an actor, you seized the
opportunity when it arose because it might not occur again.  It was an
opportunity, but like most opportunities, it was also a risk.  As Brendon
debated, Richard frowned.  The boy was too honest and open to hide his
disappointment with Brendon's hesitation as the older boy wrestled with his
thoughts.

"There is something else a guy can do when he gets a boner," Brendon
finally said hesitantly, deciding that the opportunity was greater than the
risk.

"There is?" asked Richard, perking up immediately.

"It takes two guys," Brendon continued, looking directly at Richard.  The
boy continued to sit there with his eyes wide open with rapt attention.
"It's something I saw on the Internet."  Richard continued to look at him
with anticipation but also a touch of reservation.  His parents did not
have anything good to say about the Internet.  "You've heard a guy tell
another to suck it?"  Richard shook his head.  He was homeschooled, and his
parents were very selective when it came to his friends, and the Internet
was taboo without supervision.  Even with those restrictions, as he thought
about it, what Brendon was implying slowly dawned on the innocent
youngster.  He at first looked at his mentor in confusion, certain he could
not have understood right, and then in surprise, followed by a combination
of disgust and bewilderment that his new friend could even suggest such a
thing.  There was at the end, however, a hint of curiosity and possibility
in his huge, brown eyes.  Brendon had, after all, introduced him to
whacking off, which had proven to be an awesome discovery ranking up there
with learning a new martial arts move, and the teenager was knowledgeable
when it came to such things, and most important of all, he could be
trusted.

"I've never tried it," Brendon said, noticing the slight hint of
possibility.  "Guys tell other guys to do it as an insult.  I've seen
pictures of guys doing it on the Internet though, guys who want to please
each other," he explained, deciding it best not to get into the concept of
homosexuality.  Not only was Richard much too young to be discussing that
concept let alone understand it, but what he was proposing they do was not
really something homosexual.  They were just two horny guys who needed to
get off, not lovers or anything like that.  "They looked like they were
enjoying it.  I just thought if you were interested in trying it, well,
that would be okay.  If we tried it and decided we didn't like it, we could
whack off again instead.  But we don't have to if you don't want to," he
concluded, making it sound as if he really didn't care though he was hoping
Richard would agree.  His cockhead was already itching with the idea.

Richard looked at Brendon's stiff cock as he considered the older boy's
words.  He had been taught that the body was made in God's image and was to
be respected and treated properly.  That meant no drugs or alcohol, proper
exercise and diet, that the body was not something to be ashamed of, but
that one's privates were just that, private.  The penis was otherwise no
different from any other part of the body . . .  than say the thumb . . .
and guys did put their thumbs in their mouths.  Babies even put their toes
in their mouth.  "Sure," he said with a shrug.  He'd also been taught that
you have to take chances and have courage if you wanted to achieve anything
in this life.  His parents had by moving to America, and starting up their
own fitness and nutrition business, and by developing his potential despite
critics saying he was too young.  His answer caused Brendon to smile, and
that made it right already.

Telling Richard to lie on his back, Brendon sat up and placing a hand on
either side of his slender but muscular body, he leaned forward.  His
little erect penis looked like a little pink wiener okay, a little pink
wiener with a reddish cap.  He knew the boy kept his body clean, and he
certainly couldn't have any sexual diseases, not having had sex with anyone
up until that day and not doing drugs.  The same was true of himself.
Still, it was a dick, something a guy pissed out of.  He knew if Richard
had been his own age he probably would not have been as daring.  For one he
couldn't be as sure his partner wasn't sexually active, and for another his
dick would be a lot larger.  As he lowered his head he inhaled, and the
meaty fragrance of Richard's sweaty balls and stiff cocklet, smelling not
unlike a raw wiener, eliminated his lingering doubts.  Opening his mouth he
lowered his head further and closed his lips about the stiff little organ.
It didn't taste any different from say his little finger.  In fact it was
about the same thickness and length.  He sucked on the slender cock gently
as he slowly raised his head, slipping his lips up the short distance to
the boy's knob, and then slipping them back down.  Richard squirmed.

"How is it?" he asked, cocking his head and looking up at the boy.

"Feels way different from your fingers.  Feels good, real, real good.
How's it taste?" he asked cautiously.

Spotting Richard's hand, Brendon took it and slipped his mouth over his
thumb.  "Bout like your thumb, and feels about the same," he responded with
a grin.

"Yeah?  Let me try yours."

Brendon readily lay on his back and Richard squatted down beside him.  He
was much more hesitant considering not just what he was about to put in his
mouth but the size of it, and not having the benefit of at least seeing
pictures of others doing it.  However, encouraged by Brendon's description
and his trust in the older boy, and even more by the feeling he'd felt when
Brendon had done him, he was willing to at least give it a try.  He inhaled
deeply as he bent over and he, like Brendon, was encouraged by the earthy
fragrance of the teenager's sweaty balls and the musky fragrance of his
stiff cock and spilt cum.  Opening his lips, he bent lower, and fastening
them to the bulb of Brendon's cock, he sucked on it, much like one would
suck on the tip of a popsicle.  It was no popsicle, but finding it not that
distasteful, he slowly eased his lips down the shaft, again as one might go
down on a popsicle.  He was not able to go all the way to the base as
Brendon had been able to do to him, but he did manage half way.  He sucked
as he slowly drew his lips up and then descended again as Brendon had done
to him.

"Oh yeah," sighed Brendon.  "That is really awesome."

Eager to please the teenager and not finding it unpleasant as he thought he
might, Richard continued sucking on the teenager's cock and slipping his
lips up and down his shaft.  Brendon lay there on his back enjoying the
unique sensation of getting his very first blow job.  Having a hot, moist
mouth enveloping the top half of his cock and sucking on it was a lot
better than being whacked off by someone.  Twisting around and easing
Richard onto his hands and knees, Brendon curled up to seek out the boy's
protruding appendage.  Although the boys were a foot different in height,
both were limber, and they managed to form a sixty-nine, though neither boy
knew that was what it was called.  With Richard on his hands and knees and
sucking on his stiff boner, Brendon was able to twist around to lay half on
his back and half on his side so he could slip his head under the boy and
once again suck on Richard's slender dicklet.  Easing his lips right down
to his bald pubes and sucking gently on the slender wiener as he eased his
lips up, he was not sure which was the hottest, getting a blow job or
giving one.

The two boys' mouths filled with spittle and they swallowed the
cock-flavoured saliva automatically.  The exotic taste of cock caused each
boy to suck on his partner all the more eagerly and the pleasure began to
build between their legs.  They sucked gently and eased their lips up and
down each other's cock slowly, allowing their saliva to fill their mouths
and baste the stiff, throbbing organ in their mouth before swallowing.
They squirmed with the pleasure of having their cocks surrounded by a hot,
moist, sucking mouth, and the pleasure of knowing they were bringing their
partner the same joy.  Once again the two boys felt the pressure develop in
their loins to the point of no stopping.  As he felt himself approaching
his climax, Brendon told Richard he'd tell him when he was about to shoot,
and that if Richard wanted he could take his mouth off and finish him off
by hand if he didn't want his cum in his mouth.

Richard was the first to reach his climax, and his thin, seventy-five pound
body trembled and jerked with the powerful orgasm.  He snorted with
pleasure, sounding like a little bull, his mouth being full of cock itself,
and he twisted and jerked his hips uncontrollably as the shocks of his
second dry orgasm of the day shot through his groin and up his cock and the
knob burned and ached.  Brendon called out his warning, but Richard made no
attempt to remove his mouth.  He called out a last warning as he felt his
cum surging up his cock, and then it was too late, he was filling the
ten-year-old boy's mouth with his hot, juicy cum.  He shuddered with the
release, the pleasure of ejaculation accented by the fact he was shooting
his load in someone's mouth.

Richard tightened his lips about Brendon's hard, throbbing cock as the
teenager squirted his hot, slimy juice into this mouth.  It shot against
the roof of his mouth and flowed over his tongue and under it.  The
slightly bitter taste and tartness caused his saliva to flow and it and the
fresh cum oozed between his gums and his cheeks.  The two boys trembled and
gasped and snorted as they delighted in the heat of their orgasms, and the
bliss of having pleased the other once again.  At last Brendon slipped his
mouth off the dick of the trembling, moaning boy, and as he lay there
propped up on his elbows, he watched as Richard similarly slipped his lips
off his own hot, throbbing and still stiff cock.  Brendon's rich, creamy
cum coated his lips and his round, full cheeks were fuller than usual.  As
the boy grinned down at him, he puckered his mouth and Brendon's thick
white cum gathered at the opening.  He puckered his lips further and sunk
in his cheeks, causing the thick creamy load to flow out his mouth.  He
bent over and drooled the fresh semen over the flushed, hot body that had
just produced it.  Brendon trembled with the sight of the ten-year-old
drooling his cum out of his mouth and over his naked body, leaving
streamers and goblets of the cum-saliva mixture over his sweat-streaked
flesh.  Richard trembled with the delight of drooling over the teenager's
smooth, solid body, and the unique flavour and texture of the load in his
mouth.  He had never tasted anything like it, and nothing had ever turned
him on so much.

He finally sat up, and wiping his slimy lips off with the back of his
fingers, he lay down on the grass beside Brendon.  The two boys stared up
at the deep blue California sky and inhaled the unique fragrance of boy
sweat and spent cum.  If they had been asked, both would have agreed that
sucking cock rated right up there with whacking each other off.  Brendon
closed his eyes dreamily as the pools and streaks of cum on his smooth
chest and flat stomach heated in the sun.  He absentmindedly reached down
and ran his forefinger through one of the thicker pools, spreading his
juice over his flushed flesh.  It felt awesome as he smeared it over his
stomach.  Richard stared up at the tops of the blue oaks as his little
dicklet finally began to soften.  Reaching down and gently squeezing the
limp tube, he quivered with the intense pleasure that passed through it.
His fingers were still streaked with the teenager's juice that he'd wiped
from his mouth, and the translucent streamers of semen now streaked
Richard's cocklet.  The teenager's warm, creamy juice felt strange on his
little dicklet.  He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply,
delighting in the earthy fragrance of his dick and Brendon's cum.  His
tongue snaked between his gums and lips, swiping up the strange, intriguing
cream and he savoured the flavour as he snuggled up to Brendon and the two
boys cuddled there in their private clearing.  Heading to the lake a bit
later after they had recovered, they enjoyed the cool freshness of the
water until they had to rejoin their families.

The evening passed by quickly for the two boys, and they slept a deep and
restful sleep.  The next morning Brendon was surprised and delighted to
find Richard waiting outside their campsite when he got up.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"We're pulling out this morning.  I came by to say goodbye, and thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome.  I have to say thank you too.  It's really been great
meeting you, and it's been a lot of fun.  You heading back home or camping
somewhere else?"

"Heading home.  I got about an hour though," Richard said hopefully.
Brendon smiled knowing very well why Richard had mentioned that and what he
was hoping.  "But I guess you got plans."

"Well, yeah," he said slowly, "right now I was planning on heading over to
have a shower.  I suppose you've had your morning shower."  That was what
he said.  The slight raise of his eyebrows, the twinkle in his eyes and the
curl of his lips said more.

"Yeah," replied Richard, "but I could have another one.  A guy can't be too
clean."

"That's for sure."

So the two boys headed for the solar heated showers and quickly stripped,
and there being nobody around, stepped into the same stall.  As Brendon
pointed out, they would be saving water by doing so, and Richard quickly
agreed, commenting on the importance of conservation and looking after the
environment.  Working up a handful of lather, Brendon handed Richard his
soap and automatically reached over and began running his soapy hands over
the shorter and younger boy's shoulders and upper arms and over his chest
without asking.  He marvelled at the solid muscles of the ten-year-old, and
as he ran his fingers over his firm, thirty-five inch chest and over his
muscular abs, which Richard said he hoped to develop into an eight pack the
upcoming year, he felt the beginning of arousal between his legs.

Handing him back the soap, Richard copied his action, reaching up and
soaping his chest and running his soapy fingers over each breast and his
nipples, causing Brendon's cock to swell still more, and his own to begin
swelling also.  With Richard's arms raised like that, Brendon soaped up his
pits, causing the boy to giggle and squirm.  Brendon was not as ticklish
fortunately, because the ten-year-old found his fine pit hairs fascinating
and spent a much longer time soaping them up and washing his underarms.  As
Richard soaped up his thighs next, Brendon's cock began responding even
faster, and of course he did not try to hide his arousal.

Having Richard turn around, he soaped up and washed his back, again amazed
by the firmness and strength of his deltoids.  As he ran his fingers over
the boy's compact backside, the teenager's cock raised to full erection,
and as he ran a soapy finger up the boy's tight crack and over his tiny,
tight butthole, his cock twitched as a perverse thought entered his mind.
As he turned around to let Richard scrub his back, he noticed the
ten-year-old had popped a hardon also.  Brendon's now aching cock twitched
with desire as Richard soaped up his ass, squeezing and massaging his buns
as Brendon had done his, and as the boy ran a soapy forefinger up his crack
and over his hole just as he'd done, it reinforced the thought that had
entered his mind.  Being a foot shorter, Richard had to stretch to wash
Brendon's back, and as he did so, Brendon felt a very hot and very firm
projection jabbing him, giving him the perfect opportunity to voice what
he'd been thinking.

"Hey, what are you trying to do, bum fuck me?" he joked.

"Huh?"

The boy's high soprano voice and innocent response reminded Brendon whom he
was showering with.  He began turning a bright red as he turned around,
blushing with embarrassment and with shame at the perverted thought he'd
had.  His shower partner was only ten, and a decent, trusting boy besides.
Unlike himself, he hadn't had the experience of showering with a group of
junior high school boys after gym class and being exposed to the macho
language, never mind the banter and adolescent humour.  And he certainly
had no concept of the perverted act he'd just referred to.

"What did you say?" Richard asked, looking up at the older boy.

"Well, there is another way guys satisfy themselves when they get stiff,"
Brendon responded, looking down at the shower floor.  "But I just meant it
as a joke, that's all."  He had to be honest with the boy well, at least
partly honest.  For a few perverted seconds he'd actually been considering
doing it.

"Yeah?  Will you teach it to me?  Please?" Richard asked with the innocence
of the child that he was.

"I don't think so.  Like I said, I just meant it as a joke, something guys
just say when they shower together.  You're definitely too young."

"Aw, please?  I'm tired of hearing that I'm too young.  I'm much more
mature for my age than others are."  Remembering he was doing first year
university mathematics, Brendon had to agree.  "And I probably won't find
anyone else who will tell me this stuff when I leave."  That was very true
also.  Of course he was not the only pervert around, and if they did meet
up with Richard, they wouldn't be as honest nor as concerned for him as he
would be.  Actually, Richard was daring and smart enough to check out what
he'd just said, and he could end up with some fat disgusting perv who only
had his own interests in mind.  He owed him at least an explanation, and
definitely a warning.  He had been stupid enough to bring it up.  With that
rationale, he began to explain, and Richard's eyes grew wider and wider.

"So, you wanna try doing that?" he asked as Brendon concluded.  Although he
was least certain of this idea of them all, he trusted his mentor, and if
he'd not been willing to take a risk earlier, he'd never have discovered
the delights of whacking off and sucking.  Besides, he knew they would stop
if it hurt or if he didn't like it.

"I was just joking.  When guys are in public school they shower together
after gym class and sometimes bump into each other and say stuff like that.
I've never really thought about doing it, and I've never seen anything
about it on the Internet."

"Then this is something we could explore together," Richard reasoned.  He
was only ten, but he was intelligent, and he had a kind and trusting heart.
He believed Brendon when he said he'd just been joking, but he also knew
from the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes now that he was curious
and tempted to try it.  After the last two days, it was the least he could
do for his mentor, and this was going to be his last chance to do him a
favour.  Very likely they would never meet again.  "Really," he said.  "I'd
like to try it, and I'd rather try it with you than anyone else."

Brendon considered Richard's words.  As he'd suspected, the boy was bright,
and now that he'd mentioned a third pleasure he wouldn't let it go until
he'd experienced it.  He cursed himself for his stupidity and tried to
think of a way out of the dilemma.  Richard continued to look up at him
with his fresh, chubby cheeks and huge, trusting eyes and shy smile, and
with his still stiff little pink cocklet jutting out between his legs.  It
had been stupid, but it was an opportunity, one he'd very unlikely have
again.  He was horny, and Richard was also, and willing.  They'd
experienced a lot these last two days, and it had all been awesome.  When
you are approaching sixteen and have a hardon and are standing butt naked
in a shower with a boy who is also stiff and eager to try out new
experiences, the cards are stacked against you resisting temptation.

So, Brendon soaped up his cock until it was covered in lather, and then
Richard bent over and pulled apart his cheeks and Brendon soaped up his
butthole.  He cautiously pressed the tip of his index finger against the
young boy's asshole and it easily slipped inside with the lubrication from
the soap.  Assuring with Richard that it hadn't hurt, he tried two, his
index and forefingers with the tip of one laying on the other.  It was a
bit more difficult and they did not slip in quite as easily, but the
resistance they received was minor.  He only went to the middle knuckle and
again Richard assured him there was no pain and he was willing to proceed.

Again with their height difference, they had to make adjustments as they'd
done when they'd sucked each other.  After several awkward and unsuccessful
attempts, Brendon found he had to crouch down a bit to get his stiff cock
aimed at the right angle.  Being totally inexperienced and having seen no
pictures to give them guidance, it took them longer to figure out the
proper position to unite than either had expected, but both were limber,
horny, and eager to please the other.  So, they continued trying, until at
last they had the promise of success.

When he first felt the knob of his cock stretching open Richard's tight
little asshole, Brendon immediately made the boy swear he would tell him
the moment he felt any pain.  Of course he went super slow and ensured
every couple seconds that Richard was all right with what was happening as
he pressed his hips forward.  It was a weird experience.  On the one hand
his heart was high in his chest and had stopped beating in fear and in
anxiety that he'd hurt the boy, while on the other with each fraction of an
inch he penetrated the boy's rectum the more delighted and eager he became
with the possibility that he was about to engage in his first real fuck,
and on still another, his conscience reminded him that he was sticking his
cock up the ass of a ten-year-old boy, which one side found sick and
immoral, and which the other side found exceedingly erotic.

So it was with that mixture of emotions that the handsome teenage actor
slowly penetrated the backside of the young fitness advocate he'd only met
two days ago.  So conflicting were his feelings that he did not realize
he'd sunk his entire five inches up the ten-year-old boy's butt until his
loins were pressed tightly against the boy's firm, muscular ass.  He paused
there with his wet hairs pressed against Richard's tail bone and his
dangling, soapy nuts pressed up against the lower stretch of the young
boy's crack and his own soapy, hairless balls, and concentrated on the
unique feeling of having a hot, moist asshole totally surrounding his
throbbing cock.  He had totally buried his cock up the boy's ass!  With
their hormones soaring and with the soap, once in position, he had
penetrated Richard without that much difficulty.

Feeling Brendon's curly hairs pressing against his backside, and the
teenager's hairy balls pressing against the back of his small nut sack and
little marbles, Richard could not believe that he had the entire five
inches of the teenager's solid cock up his ass.  As Brendon had begun to
penetrate him, the knob of his cock had stretched his asshole to the point
where he was just about to tell the teenager to stop when he felt the knob
pop inside him.  As Brendon began to ever so slowly sink his cock further
into him, there was a burning irritation about his asshole, but it was not
painful, and was, in fact, as pleasant as the burning sensations he'd felt
around the rim of his dickhead and around his swollen and irritated
nipples.  When Brendon finally stopped, his ass felt like it was stuffed
and he had to take the biggest dump of his life.  He still was not that
sure that this was the right thing to be doing, and it certainly was not as
pleasant as whacking off or sucking each other, but it was not painful, and
if it was pleasing Brendon, then as far as he was concerned, it was all
right.

After assuring that Richard was all right, Brendon grasped him by the hips
and ever so slowly drew his hips back and down, easing his cock back out
until the knob was at his entrance.  He paused, and when Richard voiced no
objections, Brendon slowly sank his cock back up his ass.  Assured now that
the boy was feeling no pain, his anxiety and fears faded and he was able to
concentrate on the physical and mental pleasure of what he was doing.  It
was awesome, in all respects.  Having a hot, moist rectum surrounding his
aching cock and squeezing it from all sides was like nothing he could have
ever imagined.  The boy's hot hole seemed to throb in time with his stiff
cock as he eased it in and out of the boy.  The physical pleasure was worth
the effort it had taken to unite in itself, but the mental pleasure far
surpassed the pleasure between his legs.  He was fucking ass for the first
time in his life.  He had his hot, thick cock up the virgin asshole of an
exceptionally muscular and exceptionally horny ten-year-old boy, and they
were both enjoying it!

Getting his ass fucked was just as awesome for Richard.  His anal ring
burnt with irritation as Brendon's shaft eased in and out of his hole, and
his rectum seemed to throb in time with the hot throbbing of Brendon's hot,
stiff cock.  The two of them were fucking!  Having gotten used to the
pumping rhythm of drawing his hips back and down and then pushing up and
forward, Brendon reached around and began to whack off Richard at the same
time as he was fucking him.  For Richard, that doubled his pleasure and was
fabulous.  As Brendon eased his cock in and out of his tender ass, the
uncomfortable stuffed feeling was quickly replaced by a tingling, burning
sensation around his asshole, and a strange sensation of repeated
penetration and withdrawal.  Being accompanied by the tingling, prickling
sensation of his swollen pricklet now being milked by the horny teenager,
his entire lower torso was pulsating with pleasure.

As he felt himself approaching his climax, Brendon stopped to enjoy the
pleasure throbbing through his own lower torso.  As he squatted there, the
thought of an earlier conversation he and Richard had about his training
came to his mind, and a variation of what they were doing resulted.  When
he suggested it, the ten-year-old fitness advocate quickly agreed to give
it a try.  So Brendon slowly squatted down and Richard spread his legs to
balance his weight as he also lowered his body.  Once in a squatting
position himself, he flexed his muscles and rose up until the tip of
Brendon's cock was about to exit his body, and then relaxing his leg
muscles, he slid back down.  It was a short distance of five inches, and
accustomed to doing dips with eighty pounds attached to his body, dipping
up and down on Brendon's dick was simple.  It was also enjoyable, allowing
him to determine the depth of each penetration and the rate by which he was
being fucked.  He was no longer standing there in a passive role, and in
that position it also was easier for Brendon to concentrate on milking the
youngster's cock.

For Brendon, having the young boy riding his cock was the most exquisite
pleasure yet.  Having a hot, moist, throbbing rectum squeezing his erection
from all sides and from top to bottom was unbelievable.  Ripple after
ripple of stimulation pulsated down his swollen cock and through his groin.
The greatest pleasure of all however was knowing the young boy riding his
cock was doing so willingly and eagerly and was getting just as much
pleasure out of the act as he was.  The boy was not being fucked.  They
were fucking together.  At a hundred and forty pounds and five foot eight,
he was almost twice the boy's weight and a foot taller than he, and he was
almost six years older, but their age and physical differences did not
matter.  They were both boys, they were both horny, they were both pleasing
each other, and they were both enjoying it immensely.

Richard definitely was. He eagerly slid up and down the fifteen-year-old's
hard, hot cock and delighted in the burning sensation around his asshole
and the delight of having his innards probed by the teenager's hard,
throbbing cock.  Having the hot dick deep inside his body caused his body
to ache with the pleasure of penetration, and having his stiff little
cocklet being tweaked and milked at the same time sent another ripple of
pleasure through his groin.  The combined pleasure was just too much and he
could not have held back even if he'd thought of it.  His orgasm hit him
like a bolt of lightning, and the uncontrollable spasming of his young body
caused him to ride Brendon like he was some sort of wild bucking bronco.
At the same time the irregular bouncing caused an erratic stimulation to
spark through his backside, and the two met somewhere in the middle where
there was a powerful deep, dull throbbing, like the sparks of two loose
wires shooting across a void.

At the same time that Richard reached his dry orgasm, Brendon reached his
climax.  His body jerked and he trembled as he felt his semen gush up the
core of his cock and into Richard's hot, moist hole.  He felt his hot,
slimy juice ooze around his cock as Richard continued to bounce on him, and
he trembled with the sensation of both his climax and of filling the young
boy's asshole with his semen.  His cock throbbed and burned and his teen
juice churned in the boy's hot, moist hole as he bounced up and down
erratically.  He closed his eyes and sighed with the unique pleasure
washing over him.  At the same time Richard quivered with a strange unique
erotic pleasure as he realized Brendon was squirting his stuff deep up his
ass.  The two froze for a moment, united not only physically but mentally.
When it was at last over, they sat there, Richard still impaled by
Brendon's cock, and they enjoyed the flush of post-climax before finally
uncoupling and concluding their shower.  It had been the perfect way to say
good bye and thank you.

Later that afternoon as Richard sat in the back of the family car on the
way home and watched the scenery flash by, he knew that included in his
regular daily routine of home schooling, bench presses, dips and marital
training, would be a set of exercises that would be his secret, his and
Brendon's.  When he had begun his training program, his coaches had ensured
that he would train only one body part for thirty minutes a day to give
each muscle the proper time to rest and grow in a healthy environment.  So,
he figured for each evening if he concentrated for thirty minutes on
whacking off while arousing his nipples, and then the next day thirty
minutes whacking off while finger fucking himself, or doing dips on
something called a dildo that Brendon said he had heard about and had
promised to send him, that he'd build up an anal and penile strength equal
to the rest of his body.  That could not be a bad thing.

As for Brendon, he felt good about what he'd done, not just physically
good, but spiritually good.  He had brought new knowledge and pleasure to a
youngster just starting on his journey, and he had done so in a caring,
concerned atmosphere, one of mutual trust and honesty, and one of mutual
willingness.  Richard would not have to suffer the fears and anxieties of
first experiences that many boys do, nor would he have to sort through the
misconceptions and half truths that abounded in the world of preteens and
teens.  He also figured considering how eager Richard had been to learn,
there had to be dozens of other ten-year-olds eager to learn also, and he
was the perfect one to introduce them to this exciting and rewarding world.
He understood their confusion and apprehension, and he was by nature a kind
and gentle person.

So he strolled the shoreline with a new outlook and philosophy that
afternoon.  The beach was full of cute young boys whom he could invite to
his private training ground amongst the tall blue oaks there at Folsom Lake
State Recreation Area, and when he got home there were plenty of sources of
new trainees, the casting offices for commercials being an excellent place
to begin looking.  His lips curled with that thought and he reached down to
stroke his swollen teen cock as he approached a cute blue-eyed blond boy
absentmindedly fiddling with himself as he built a castle at the edge of
the lake.