Date: Sun, 05 Dec 1999 17:16:11 "GMT"
From: Danny Nielsen <danny.nielsen@jubiipost.dk>
Subject: MY TWELFTH SUMMER - Chapter 1

	MY TWELFTH SUMMER - Chapter 1

This is a story of consensual sex between pre-teens, with a lot of
watersports in it. If this is not your cup of tea, if you should not be
reading this because the law or the priests where you live say so, then hit
the back button and have a nice day. If you decide to read on, I hope you
enjoy yourselves. This story is sadly enough hardly autobiographical:
Philip is a real boy that I liked a lot at the time, but that is about
where reality ends and fantasy begins.

	The events that follow took place during the summer of my twelfth
year. Little did I know then that those improvised holidays with my friend
Philip and his parents would mean so much for my future. I suppose it was
then that I realized for sure that I liked boys...just a little more than
other boys did, though I swear that back then I thought Philip was the one
and only whom I could share what would become my favorite pastimes with.
	It was the first time I was going on holiday without my parents.
Philip and I had just completed elementary school and in September, we were
going to attend different high schools. As we were such good friends,
Philip's parents suggested that this would be a great occasion for us to
spend the holidays together and offered to take me with them, adding that
it would certainly be a relief for their son to have someone his age to
play with. I daresay they had no idea what games we would play.
	Though reluctantly, my parents agreed and on a sunny July morning,
we set out for the South of France for a trip I was never going to
forget. However I do not recall much now of the places we visited. It is
what happened within the four walls of our hotel room that will stay with
me forever, and which I am going to tell about now.

	Our first evening was very short, as it was already late when we
arrived. We had dined on the road, so we immediately went up to our room,
and were instructed to have a good warm bath and then hit the sack without
further delay. Philip's parents went downstairs to the bar and we knew that
until the next morning we would be left to our own devices.
	Philip was first to undress. From the locker-room at our local
swimming-pool, which we visited once a week with our class, we were used to
each other's naked bodies. The presence of the other boys had until now
prevented any real intimacy, but I had caught him more than once looking at
the very part of my anatomy, which, in him, had attracted my gaze more
often than common curiosity allowed. I had been very pleased with his
mischievous grin on the very few occasions when our looks had met. He knew
I knew and vice-versa.
	I was born in November, Philip was two months younger than I and we
were the youngest boys in our form. However, I was one of the first to
display that sign of puberty so eagerly awaited by boys of that age: the
small crown of pubic hair that had adorned my groin for the last six
months, to the admiration and envy of my pals. I had started measuring my
growing cock, which by then reached five inches when fully erect, a state
which sometimes to my dismay it tended to attain at the most uncalled for
moments with ever increasing frequency. In every other way I was a
perfectly average, not too good-looking ginger-haired boy of eleven (and a
half !).
	I am no good at descriptions, but the only word that occurs to me
to describe Philip is "an angel". He had golden hair, not too short by the
standards of the late sixties in our country. He had the innocent looks of
a perfect altar boy, ... and the cutest little cock. He still looked a
child, perhaps a year or so less than his age, and he had definitely not
hit puberty yet. His body was lean and his skin very soft. I would have a
lot of opportunities to confirm that.

	Philip was running a bath. As I undressed, I took hold of his white
briefs that were lying on the bed. Well, they were not all white: on the
inside, there was a yellowish stain about one inch wide on the front and a
brown streak on the back. I lifted them eagerly to my face, to capture what
was left of his boy smells, rubbing both stains first against my nose, then
against the tip of my now fully erect cock. On an impulse, I squirted a few
drops of urine into them before putting them back on the double bed where
they had lain before.
	"The bath is ready", Philip cried from the bathroom. "Come and join
me."
	As I entered the bathroom, I saw him grinning, as he looked at my
cock, now slowly returning to a more acceptable position, though still
half-erect.
	"There's room enough for two. Why don't you get in?", he added.
	"I can't", I replied. "Got to take a leak first."  "Be my guest",
he said, gesturing towards the toilet.  That was not exactly what I had in
mind. Instead, I went to the bath and started peeing into it, first a
couple of inches next to Philip's chest, then directly onto it, higher and
higher until the last drops reached his chin. I would have gone further, if
my erection had not prevented me from it.
	"You swine", Philip cried. But I knew it was only in mock horror,
for after a few seconds of initial surprise, he was now smiling again. The
top of his smooth erect pricklet, that now jutted out of the water was
proof enough, if I needed any, that he had liked the treatment.
	"Am I still welcome?", I asked.
	"Of course, more than ever".
	As I entered the bath, I noticed from the corner of my eye, how he
would furtively rub his chest to pick up some of my piss and quickly lick
his finger. I had not been wrong: I knew now there was more fun to come!
And come it did. I had not been sitting for more than two seconds when I
got my come-uppance. Philip stood up and started peeing all over me. I
immediately seized his prick and directed the flow into my open mouth,
until it dried up, probably as had happened to me before because his cock
had gotten too stiff.
	"Wow", Philip exclaimed. "Did you like that?".
	"Don't tell me you never tasted your piss, or anyone else's. I have
just seen you trying mine!"
	"Maybe I did", he smiled. "What about getting done here, so that we
can hit the sack?"
	"Dunno. Are you sleepy?".
	"No, but just in case my parents come back and see the light
burning under the door... They might wonder why we aren't in bed yet. And
who said beds were for sleeping? Especially double beds."
	"You feel like playing some more?"
	He looked down at his still stiff prick, then at mine, and said:
"Don't you think our little friends do?"
	So we finished washing, without trying anything further, but
aroused in anticipation of what was to come, and quickly got to bed.

	"No need to bother with pajamas", Philip explained, "the door is
locked. Let's turn off the lights, I have my flashlight ready on the
bedside, and we can leave the curtains open, so we can see by moonlight."
	"Whatever we do, we'd better keep it to ourselves, don't you
think?"
	"Yeah, unless we find someone who likes the games we play. But you
are the first boy I can trust. Come on", he said, and drew me to himself,
so that I was lying on top of him. He was caressing my back and gently
rubbing his crotch against mine. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, but
he immediately tightened his embrace and pressed his lips against mine. I
could feel the tip of his tongue, trying to separate them, so I obliged and
we were at once locked in what was my first French kiss. Meanwhile we kept
rubbing our pricks against each other's bellies.
	Though I had been playing with myself a lot before, I had never
consciously experienced orgasm, always afraid of the approaching climax. I
was afraid now, and, panting, tried to unlock myself from Philip's embrace:
	"I must stop; I feel like I'm going to wet the bed".
	"You're not", Philip laughed and tightened his embrace instead,
rubbing harder still and licking the top of my nose. That was the last
straw and I came, moaning, covering both our bellies with half-a dozen of
whitish gobs. Philip came almost simultaneously, adding as I was to find
later, but one or two transparent drops as his contribution. But I did not
know yet what had happened; my state of bliss was still marred by my belief
I had stained the sheets with urine.
	Philip at long last unlocked his arms, and I turned over to
discover what had really happened.
	"See", Philip said. "You did not wet the bed. It's all on you and
me, and" , he added, taking some of my spunk on his finger, which he then
proceeded to lick eagerly. "It tastes good too."
	"What is it?"
	"Cum. Semen, if you prefer; what babies come from. If you squirt
into a woman's hole, that is. I don't think we risk getting pregnant, do
we?", he laughed. "So let's make the best of it. By the way,
congratulations, most of it is yours."
	"I..., but..., I mean: how do you know about all this ? What do you
mean: make the best of it?"
	"Well, you know, there's this cousin of mine I used to stay with
during the weekends last year; remember I told you. Anyway, he is fifteen
and he taught me a few things about sex. Mostly how I could pleasure HIM,
'cause he never paid much attention to my little friend down here. You
know, he had to pretend I was a girl to get it up. But I liked it all the
same. As to making the best of it: I told you it tasted good. So if you're
not afraid of drinking my piss, trust me: this is great too. Come on, lick
me clean, then I'll do you."
	So we did, and I liked it indeed, especially, when he pulled my
foreskin back and forth to get the last drops that would ooze from my
piss-slit. This made me rock-hard again.

	"I think I have a lot to learn. Isn't all this a little dirty? I
mean, do you think other boys do that sort of things too?" I was genuinely
worried, perhaps most of all to gross him out. There was so much I wanted
to do and yet I felt so ignorant.
	"There are no other boys in this room, Danny. No grown-ups, nobody.
I like you, I think you like me. I am horny and so are you. Obviously, many
people would be mad at us if they knew what we're doing. But as long as we
keep it to ourselves and nobody is harmed, why should we care ? There are
lots more things I'd like to do with you - to you, if you prefer, and I
hope you feel the same way."
	"Yes, I do. Philip... I am constantly afraid that you will be mad
if I do something you don't like or find gross. Shall we make a promise?
If I or you think so, we just ask. I mean we can ask anything, the other
just has to say 'No', and we forget about it...and try something else. No
hard feelings. What do you say?"
	"Something's feeling hard all right, sorry: can't help it. Yeah,
it's ok by me. But you'll have to try very hard to gross me out", he said
getting up.
	"Where are you going?"
	"Take a leak. I always have to after I've come."
	"Wait, not there ", I said, jumping out of the bed on his side. As
I knelt down, I asked: "First question: do you mind letting me drink your
piss when I ask you to?"
	"Be my guest."
	"Try to do it slowly. Give me time to swallow, so we don't spill
any on the carpet."
	He did not answer but complied willingly.
	When he had finished, I observed: "This isn't like last time, the
taste is much less pronounced. That was almost hot water."
	"Do you have some hot water for me too?", he said, kneeling down
without waiting for my answer. Well, I did, though it was rather hard,
seeing as my prick was too. After I had finished, he asked: "I'm for doing
this whenever we can, unless we can piss on each other in the bath. What do
you think?"
	Was I still capable of thinking, I did not know. But as I mumbled a
faint "Of course", Philip was already at work sucking my cock and rapidly
stroking it with one hand, while he fondled my buttocks with the other. It
did not take me long to have my second orgasm ever, squirting my juices
into his mouth. Though my production was of course far less abundant this
time, Philip was willing to share. He did not swallow, quickly got up and
put his lips on mine, so that my sperm went to and fro between his mouth
and mine as our tongues played with each other. He then knelt down again,
took my cock in his hand and rubbed the top all over his face, but
especially under his nose.
	"I love that smell. All body smells actually."
	"So do I, it's a pity we washed before going to bed."

	"Danny, let's get into bed. I want you to suck me too. But there's
something I want first."
	By then I was ready for anything. A whole new world of pleasure was
opening before me and I was not about to even consider challenging any of
the ideas of my friend. "What is it ?", I asked.
	"I'm going to bend over. Will you part my ass-cheeks and lick my
asshole. Make it real wet. When it's done, wet your middle finger and
insert it gently and slowly into my ass. As far as you can. Do you mind ?"
	I did not answer but started at once. I did not try to enter him
with my tongue; actually I did not think of it. It was pleasant enough to
drool all over his secret entrance, then poking at it with my wet finger,
which went in very readily. This was definitely not a first time either.
	"Yeah, that feels good. Now leave your finger there; I'm going to
stand up, don't worry if my ass gets tighter. I'm not going to break your
finger", he laughed.
	We did as he said, and he had me come round to face him. We kissed
for a while, our tongues sometimes straying out of our mouths, to wet our
faces. We both liked that, it seemed. With my finger still playing in his
ass, we lay down on the bed. He was lying on his back and instructed me
further:
	"Start from my lips, and go slowly down with your tongue until you
reach my prick. Oh god, it's never been so hard."
	It was very well that I now had gained complete confidence in his
experience, because otherwise I really would have wondered about that
breaking my finger, so tight his ass had become. I do not think I could
have withdrawn it any more, certainly not without hurting him. As I started
sucking him, I felt his balls going up and almost disappearing. He gasped,
and I tasted a couple of very sweet drops. He had certainly enjoyed it all
right.
	Meanwhile, as I felt his penis getting limp and gliding out of my
mouth, his asshole loosened and I withdrew my finger. It hardly smelled of
shit, and after I had sniffed it thoroughly, I licked it clean. Then I
proceeded to lick my way back from Philip's penis to his face, which was
still ecstatic. I licked his face in ever smaller concentric circles, to
finally get at his mouth, and we exchanged a long passionate kiss.
	"You said before, you always had to take a leak after...how did you
call that? Cumming?"
	"Yeah, but now I have to take a crap too, thanks to your fiddling
with my asshole! So, I'd better go to the bathroom."
	"I'm coming too, there something I feel like doing."

	So to the bathroom we went, closing the door so that no light would
filter outside the room. Philip sat down, and I asked: "Can you hold it for
a minute?"
	"Of course, what do you want to do?" I did not answer, but knelt
down and , with my prick resting on the bowl's edge, started pissing on
him, soaking his pubis, prick and balls.
	"Now I'm gonna take your cock in my mouth, so you can piss all you
want while you're shitting. If it spills, it will run down into the bowl
and when you have finished, I will lick you dry of my piss. Then I'll wipe
your ass first with paper, then with my tongue; what do you say?"
	As I took his half-hard cock into my mouth, he only sighed: "Wow".
When we had finished, we kissed lengthily, so he could taste the aromas,
his and mine, that were still lingering on my tongue.
	"Maybe we'd better go to sleep now", he said at last. "It's very
late."
	"Yes, but I suggest we set our alarm-clock a little earlier than
agreed."  He looked at me with the mischievous grin I bet his parents had
never seen.
	"I can guess what for", he remarked.
	So we hit the sack and, curled around each other in the big bed,
spent our first night together.

	When the alarm-clock rang the next morning, we were both still fast
asleep. I had my back turned to Philip; his right arm slung over my side,
the palm of his hand gently touching the wet tip of my erect cock. His was
poking at my right buttock. I rolled on my back and Philip immediately lay
down on me, to start the day with a passionate kiss. As our tongues were
playing together, my hand had instinctively found his crack and my finger
was probing his asshole.
	"This is becoming a habit," he laughed. "Hey, I'm only joking. I'm
all yours, Danny. Let's enjoy each other as much as we can, any way we
can. God, I'm horny...and I certainly have to take a leak. What do we do
now, there isn't much time."
	"We could head for a shower", I suggested.
	He looked at me quizzically, so I added: "I'm not for turning the
water right on, there are other taps we can use first. Get up and let's
move."
	So we got up and went for the bathroom. As be both stepped into the
tub, I told him:
	"Lie down, I'm first", and I let go the contents of my bladder all
over him, concentrating on his crotch and his face. When I had finished, I
knelt down and rubbed out the urine , finally making him lick the palm of
my hand. "Get up and kneel down". He obeyed and I put my cock in his
mouth. "No don't touch it," I objected as he prepared to jack me off, "I
want to fuck, just you suck." And, as gently as I could in the urgency of
my lust I started to do so, holding his head cupped in my hands. It did not
take long before I shot my load into his throat. "Keep on sucking," I
sighed, and as he did and my cock was slowly going limp, I started pissing
again straight into his mouth. As I did so, I felt him gripping my ass
cheeks. He had come too, and I quickly ran my fingers on the stickier parts
of his wet thighs to sample some of his juice.
	"Wow", was the first thing he said as soon as he could speak, I
mean as soon as I had withdrawn from his mouth. "That was great, my turn."
	"You have already come."
	"I still have to pee. Your turn to kneel down." He kept to my face,
shifting from open mouth to nostrils and ears. I thought the flow would
never stop. The room was starting to smell a little too, which, as time was
flowing too, prompted us to start showering, using lots of soap, not that
either us particularly liked the smell on his body...or on the other's, but
to change the prevalent smell in the bathroom. We took care to rinse
abundantly, so that we could hope that, at least by end the day, our
natural odors would have returned...by the time we could again enjoy
them...and each other.
	We were about to dress when I took hold of his briefs and peed a
few drops on the front inside.
	"Do the same in mine. We're wearing denims, so no one will
notice. As we feel the wetness, it will remind us of our games." Philip
gladly complied. We had not been dressed for more than a minute, and were
tenderly kissing, when there was a knock on the door.
	"Are you boys ready for a sunny day?" ,the voice of his father
called.
	"Yes", we both answered. But secretly, it was not so much the day
as the following night that we were looking forward to.

END OF PART 1.
To be continued.