Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 12:53:16 -0800 (PST)
From: W84IT <W84IT@excite.com>
Subject: The Long Summer of Youth

It was the end to a picture-prefect day and Caleb felt elated. A smile
spread across his handsome face as he replayed the events of the day in his
mind; occasionally chuckling at the funny moments and reflecting upon the
tender ones.

Turning the corner onto Elm Street, Caleb darted into a sprint, his arms
and legs pumping faster and faster as he raced toward the little yellow
house at the end of the block. Home. He bounded up the stairs of the
covered porch, taking three steps at a time, then dashed toward the front
door and flung open the screen door, hearing it's rusty hinges squeal in
protest.

Caleb didn't bother to say hello to anyone in the house, but instead headed
straight to his room upstairs. With a dull thud he shoved the door closed
behind him, turning the deadbolt he had only recently
installed. Privacy. At least for the moment. He needed some time alone to
collect his thoughts after such a stimulating day. He knew it wouldn't last
for long so he endeavored to make the most of it.

In the Singleton household a closed door was an open invitation to knock
and Caleb realized that it wouldn't be long before his younger brother or
sister would soon be pounding on his door -- insisting that he come to
dinner or play catch in the yard or some other insignificant activity. He
wanted none of that right now. Silence was what he craved. Silence and the
opportunity to think.

As his breathing slowed, Caleb sat down on the edge of his unmade bed, and
began to untie his sneakers. The first soon sailed across the room to land
with a dull thump in his closet. Its mate soon joined it. The rest of his
clothes soon ended up in a pile in the middle of his room, where they will
remain until he kicked them into a corner of the room during his weekly
half-hearted attempt at cleaning his room.

He picked up a well-worn pair of faded gym shorts from the floor and put
them on. He planned to take a shower later and couldn't walk out of his
room naked. Even it didn't bother him if people looked at his nude body,
his mother pitched a major fit the last time he walked out of his room
unclothed, so for her sake he promised never to do that again. Besides,
there wasn't anyone in the house who could appreciate the splendor of a
young naked man, full of life and energy.

The waning light of the day shone in the window, painting the room in a
pale golden light. Caleb returned to his bed and laid down, his hands
behind his head. He stared up at the blank ceiling as he slowly relaxed his
mind and body. His breathing soon became shallow and his eyelids gradually
closed. Sleep overwhelmed him. Blissful sleep.

The bright afternoon sun shone brightly upon his back, warming him and
adding fuel to his passion. Caleb held tight to the boy in his arms, their
lips pressed firmly together. His breathing was rapid and his heart pounded
in his chest. He could hear his blood rushing through his veins, the
whooshing sound echoing loudly in his ears.

They rolled across the grassy meadow, entangled in a mass of arms and
legs. A gentle, warm breeze blew through the trees, filling the air with
the sweet aroma of wildflowers.

Caleb broke the kiss and sat back, looking into the chocolate brown eyes of
the beautiful boy lying beneath him. He smiled broadly.

"My God, you're a fantastic kisser!" he exclaimed. "I don't ever want to
stop!"

"You're not bad yourself," said the young man, "for a beginner!"

The boy on the bottom reached up quickly and caught Caleb in the ribs,
tickling him mercilessly. Caleb fell back onto the soft grass, grabbing
frantically at his assailants strong hands. His boyish laughter filled the
tiny meadow with the music of youthful play.

"Stop! Please, I can't breathe!" gasped the boy. "Please Brad, stop!"

Brad sat back on his heels and looked at the boy curled up on the
ground. He was a beautiful boy, so happy and full of life. They had met for
the first time only a week ago, but Brad felt as though they had grown up
together. Caleb made him feel at ease with himself, losing his usual shy
demeanor.

The sun glistened off of Caleb's light brown hair, making golden streaks
across his scalp. His brown eyes sparkled with the light of boyish
charm. He was a small boy, only 5'8", with a slender build. But he packed a
lot of strength in that little frame, often bursting with boundless, hidden
energy.

"What are you doing?" a voice inquired, breaking Brad from his momentary
reverie.

"Nothing. Just thinking"

"No you weren't. You were staring at me. Why?"

"Because your very beautiful. Any other stupid questions!"

"No. That's enough for now. But I'll have more later, I promise!"

A broad grin breaks across Caleb's face as he pounces on the prone Brad,
wrapping his arms around the boy.

They wrestle, half-heartedly, for a few minutes before they break their
bond and sit, cross-legged, across from each other. Staring into the
other's eyes. The silence is punctuated by their heavy breathing as each
boy recovers from the exertion of a moment ago.

Caleb slowly crawls on all fours and sits down beside Brad, their legs
touching. Reaching over to the larger boy he grasps his shoulder and gently
pulls Brad closer, ready to kiss again. Their lips meet briefly before Brad
is hurled across Caleb's knees and a loud `Smack' breaks the pristine
silence of the morning.

"Ouch!" exclaims Brad, his hand rubbing his butt. "Why'd you spank me?"

"Because a butt like yours needs to be spanked. It's a perfect
bubble-butt!"

Before he could protest further Caleb rushed toward Brad, tackling him into
the soft, green grass. He pushed the lad onto his back and undid the button
of his shorts and lowered the zipper. With a clean jerk, he removed the
shorts, leaving the boy clad only in his briefs.

With a glint in his eye, Caleb grabbed Brad, pulled him to his feet and led
him to a tree stump near the edge of the clearing. Brad did not resist
because he knew what was about to happen and smiled with unabashed
delight. Caleb sat down on the stump and laid the grinning boy across his
knees, eagerly anticipating the pleasures he was about to inflict on the
older boy.

Giddy with excitement, Brad allowed himself to be moved into position on
Caleb's knees, his hardening cock stretching the limits of his cotton
underwear. His heart thumped in his chest as the thrill of the moment
enveloped him. He had longed for just this thing many times before but no
one before Caleb had ever been willing to do it. They were too afraid. But
not this boy. No. He was strong, both physically and emotionally. Strong
enough to manhandle the larger Brad and make him succumb to his prurient
desires. He was going to enjoy this!

Anticipating the first slap, Brad giggled with delight as he felt Caleb's
hand make contact with his butt. Slap! Slap! Slap! Each time it struck a
bolt of electricity shot up his spine, showering his brain with cascades of
pleasure and pain. His cock throbbed with each blow, stretching to reach
it's full 7" length.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The spanking continued as each boy grew more and more excited by the
scenario playing out. Caleb dominated the older and larger boy now spread
out upon his lap. His hand caressed the adorable butt before him at the end
of each slap, feeling the warmth rising from the cloth-covered skin. He
wanted to see the redness spreading as each new blow added to the rest.

Reaching for the wasitband of the briefs, Caleb pulled them off the boy,
exposing the perfectly sculpted globes of Brad's ass to his lustful
eyes. He revelled in the splendor of the moment before he resumed the
spanking, now hitting bare skin. The slapping sound increased in intensity,
moving both boys closer to ecstasy.

"How does this feel?" Caleb asked.

"Perfect!" replied Brad, his husky voice punctuated with lust. "Please
don't ever stop!"

"I won't. I love to spank your perfect ass!"

"Oh God, this is fantastic! My cock is so hard I feel like I'm going to
burst!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Oh Caleb, I love you so much!"

"I love you too Brad! I love every thing about you. You smile. Your
eyes. Your laugh. And your perfect, fucking ass!"

Brad squirmed with pleasure as Caleb continued to spank him. His cock now
bobbed freely between Caleb's knees. Each slap sending it bouncing
erracticaly.

"Oh Caleb, I only want one more thing to make this perfect."

"What is that, my lover?"

"Fuck me, please! I need to feel your cock in my ass! Please!"

Caleb smiled at the thought of fucking this stud. His cock jerked inside
his shorts at the idea and a wicked grin appeared on his handsome face. He
stopped his assault on the boys ass. Lifting him to his feet, Caleb stodd
up and stared directly at Brad.

"I want to fuck your sweet, tiny ass! God, I really do!"

With wild abandon, Caleb tore off his clothes, scattering them about the
field. He walked up to the taller boy and grabbed him by the neck and
pulled his mouth to his own. The kiss filled both boys with exquisite
delight. Their turgid cocks fought for space between their tightly pressed
bodies.

"Lay down, my love. I'm going to take you now!"

Brad fell to his knees immediately then rolled onto his back, bringing his
knees up to his ears in anticipation of Caleb's cock.

to be continued...