Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 22:31:01 "GMT"
From: Danny Nielsen <danny.nielsen@jubiipost.dk>
Subject: Twelfth summer - Chapter 2

MY TWELFTH SUMMER - Chapter 2

As in the first chapter, this story is about consensual sex between
pre-teen boys, with some watersports and a touch of scat at the end. It is
hard to believe that you got as far as this by mistake, but if you did, it
is still time to hit the "Back" button of your browser. No hard feelings! I
hope the others will enjoy; comments are welcome, flames will be ignored.

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	Our first day on the French Riviera was really trying. We found it
very hard to keep our hands to ourselves, but what proved the most
difficult was the beach. We spent most of the time in the water as that
seemed to be the only way to hide our almost full-time boners. There was
not much we could do about them, as the place was as crowded as you would
expect it to be in July. Fortunately, Philip's parents did not pay too much
attention to us as they had met some acquaintances of theirs from our home
town. This was soon going to turn out very lucky for us.
	During dinner, back at the hotel that evening, Philip's father told
us:
	"Boys, my wife seems to think that you are not to be trusted."
There was an ominous silence as Philip's face was turning almost as white
as mine was turning red. The look we exchanged told us that we were both
thinking the same: "How the hell did they find out?"
	"I, however," he went on, apparently not noticing our trouble, "beg
to differ. I am sure you're not going to break down the hotel or set the
town on fire, if we leave you to your own devices for the rest of the
evening.  You remember the W. , those people we met on the beach
today. Well, they asked us to a party and I accepted their invitation. I'm
afraid this means I have to ask you not to go out, but what the heck, you
can play Monopoly or watch TV, or read a book, or whatever. I'm sure you'll
find something amusing to do. What do you say? I promise I'll make up for
this tomorrow, you'll see."
	I was the first to recover and promptly answered: "Don't worry,
sir. It's quite all right. I think there's this great science-fiction movie
on TV. What do you think, Philip?"  "Huh? Yeah,sure. Will you come back
late, Dad?"
	"I'm afraid so. Promise you'll be good boys, and not stay up too
late. O.K.?"
	Boy, did we promise. We even managed to do it without bursting out
laughing, which was quite a performance, seeing that since about the middle
of his father's little speech, Philip had been stroking my leg with his
foot under the dinner-table.

	It did not take long for us to be left alone in our room. As soon
as we were in, I locked the door and we exchanged a passionate kiss. Yet, I
soon broke our embrace and told Philip to go to the window and look at the
parking-lot, to make sure that his parents were leaving.
	"If they look up, you can wave them good-bye," I told him.
	"What are you gonna do in the mean time?"
	"You'll soon find out," I said.
	There was no building facing the hotel and we were on the second
floor, so that from outside he was invisible from the waist down. I
unbuckled the belt of his denims and quickly had them down on his ankles,
together with his briefs. As he made to turn, I told him to keep on looking
and face the window.
	"Tell me when they are leaving," I said. Then I buried my nose in
his crack, and went slowly down rubbing the tip of it between his cheeks,
which I proceeded to pull gently apart. When I reached his secret entrance,
I started licking the hole, trying to dart my tongue as far into it as his
standing position allowed. The way he was wriggling his ass and the little
gasps he gave told me better than words that he liked the treatment.  All
the while I deliberately ignored his balls and cock; that would be for
later. For now, I was enjoying his musky boy-smells down there. That was
much better than the evening before after he had washed.
	"Here they go," he finally announced. To his amazement, I quickly
pulled his briefs and denims up again, and started buckling his belt.
	"What are you doing that for? Don't tell me you want to watch TV!"
	"I've never spent a whole evening naked. Have you?"  "No, but I
still don't see..."  "This is our chance; but I want us to undress each
other slowly, one item at a time, each in turn. I will start at the bottom,
you start at the top. Every time you remove a piece of clothing, you kiss
or lick the body part you have bared. If you haven't bared any new body
part, you choose one that was naked before we started to undress.  Briefs
come last. Got it?"
	"You ARE crazy," he laughed, but proceeded to take off my
tee-shirt. Then he looked at my chest, as if unable to decide what to do,
but quickly put his lips to my left nipple, teasing it with his tongue
until it got hard, before licking his way down to my navel, which he then
lengthily explored with his tongue.
	When he had finished, I took off his left sock, and kissed his big
toe. He then lowered my pants, and as he did so, brushed against my hard
cock through the cotton of my briefs, where it was now painfully bent down.
He now licked the inside of my left thigh, starting from my knee all the
way up until his nose was level with my crotch, and obviously enjoying what
it smelt there.
	I now took off his other sock and licked his sole, which made him
giggle: "That tickles!".
	Next to go was one of my socks, with Philip reciprocating what I
had just done: it did indeed tickle...and if possible, it also made me
harder still. For the second time in a few minutes, I took down his pants
and quickly kissed both his knees. It had been my idea to make things last,
but I was in a hurry now. Philip must have sensed this, because he took all
the time in the world first to remove my other sock, then to lick and suck
my toes one by one.
	His tee-shirt went too, and I eagerly buried my face into his
armpits, drinking in the smell of his boy- sweat and kissing the soft skin
all around. With some difficulty, he pulled down my briefs, but did not go
down on my cock as I had expected. If he had, I think I would have erupted
at once, but instead he gave me a quick, almost chaste peck, on the
buttocks.
	I almost ripped off his last item of clothing. I was hoarse with
lust as I forced him to the ground and ordered: "Let's suck each other."
Though neither of us had ever heard the word sixty-nine, we reinvented it
on the spot, with Philip on top. Needless to say, we were both so horny
that we came almost at once. I was still spurting, when he took my cock
out, directing the remaining drops to his face, and using my knob to rub it
all over it. The feeling was so intense I thought I was going to pass out.
When the last drops had finished oozing out, and I still had his now half
limp cock in my mouth, he said: "Keep mine in, I want to pee now". As he
was lying on top and careful not to make too much water at a time, I
managed to drink all up without difficulty.
	When he had done, he got up, but I was still lying there, as if in
a trance. In less than two days, my life had changed. I had if not
discovered sex, then at least expanded my knowledge of it tremendously. And
I was eager to go for more.
	Philip was holding out his hands, and he lifted me to my feet. I
let go off his hands only to embrace him, and soon we were kissing, Philip
tasting his own piss as he explored my mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile, I
was caressing his back, and hugging him very tight, my penis against his
thigh, my right hand soon exploring his crack and probing for his hole. My
search did not take long and I entered it effortlessly with my middle
finger, which was soon in up to the second joint. As I started wriggling
it, he hugged me tighter and tried to reciprocate, but was less
successful. Try as he might, he was hurting me so I could but wince
whenever he tried to put his finger in.
	We went on kissing for awhile, hardly stopping to draw breath, my
finger still playing in his secret hole, until we unlocked our embrace, and
dropped on the bed.
	"Phew," he said, "I knew I was right to ask you to come on this
trip."
	"How did you know I would like all that stuff?"
	"Remember the swimming-pool? Back home?"
	"Yeah! What about it?"
	"Remember when I asked you what you did when you had to pee and you
were in the water?"
	"Yes, I told you a few cubic inches wouldn't make a great
difference!"
	"Then I told you I thought so too and was adding my few cubic
inches right then!"
	"So what?"
	"I noticed how you were inching closer to me, just to feel the
warmth. I also noticed how your swimming-trunks started bulging. Then in
the locker-room, well,...you weren't exactly looking at the ceiling!"
	"Neither were you."
	"No. I admit I was jealous of your...size, and your hair. I wanted
you,...and your prick!", he added laughing, as he playfully seized it.
	"How come I can get my finger so easily into your asshole? Whenever
you try doing that to me, it hurts like hell."
	"Well, I guess it's two things: you have to relax, but then I am
more used to it. I often do it to myself when I jack off and..."
	"When you do what?"
	"Boy, are you green," he sighed. "When I play with my wee-wee", he
explained in a sing-song tone, deliberately using the childish phrase to
mock my ignorance. I suppose it was a way for him to show I might be (so
very little) older, bigger and more developed in the pubic region, still he
was the more knowledgeable when it came to sex matters. I had to agree, but
I was learning fast.
	"As I said," he resumed, "I often do it to myself, and, well, I
told you that cousin of mine had to pretend I was a girl to get it up."
	"You mean, he... But how could he, I mean, how big was he? I can't
imagine getting my dick into it. His must have been even bigger."
	"Well, it wasn't much longer than yours, but it certainly was
thicker. And he did get it in. Not the first time, not even with a lot of
spit. But then he taught me to relax, and used a lot of Vaseline, and well,
it still hurt a bit, but it was kinda hot at the same time. Anyway," he
added with an unusual frown, "it's not that I had much choice. He was never
having sex with me, just fucking me, period. I never really counted. You're
not like that."
	He was smiling again, and the kiss he was giving me now was still
passionate, but I sensed it was another kind of passion: this was more
tenderness than lust. It was great, but it did not last long. I guess we
were both more shy about showing our emotions than our naked bodies!
	It was Philip who broke the spell: "What do we do now?"
	"Lie down on your back," I said, straddling him. "I want to smell
you."
	I had always liked the smell of my own armpits, and other boys'
too, but of course, until then I had always had to be very careful and
sneaky about it. I knew that Philip would not mind. Very soon, I realized
the fantasy was not mine alone, as when I buried my face into his armpit
and started to sniff and lick it, Philip now lifted my arm up and did the
same to me. All the while, he gently stroked my back with one hand, and his
prick with the other. As I moved to kiss him again, I could smell my odor
on his face, and he his on mine. This beat all. We had both become hard
again.
	Philip said: "I want to see the juice spurt out of your dick".
	"Ok, go for it, but let me lick your ass while you play with it."
So he straddled me, facing my penis, and as he started to masturbate me
with one hand, the other massaging my balls, I gently parted his asscheeks,
and began licking his asshole, sometimes trying to thrust my tongue as far
inside as it would get, sometimes getting out and wandering as far as his
tight little-boy balls. He soon sensed that I was nearing climax, and
accelerated his movements, almost crushing my balls with his other hand. He
had not drawn back my foreskin all the way yet, and the first time he did I
came for the second time that evening, sending four successive streams of
very watery spunk first onto his chest, as he was bending over me, then on
my belly, the last drops trickling out into my first wisps of pubic hair.
	Philip tried to catch as much of my sperm as he could between his
fingers and started to rub it on his face. When he had finished, he asked
me to lick it off, which I did with pleasure, as I had discovered that I
liked the taste a lot. In addition, I certainly liked licking every part of
him that I could get my tongue to. When I was done, and still lying on my
back, he straddled me again, now facing me and began to jack off, violently
shaking his hard little prick, which he was holding between his thumb and
his index, mostly just rapidly moving his foreskin to and fro. His glans
was very red, and occasionally he would touch the tip of my nose with
it. He quickly climaxed, a few transparent drops hitting my nose and
forehead. As soon as he had, he collapsed on the bed next to me and
murmured: "I love you, Danny!"
	"I love you too."
	We were both exhausted and fell asleep holding hands. When I woke
up, the room was dark, so it had to be at least 10 p.m. I realized that
what had aroused me, in more senses than one, was Philip gently stroking my
penis with the tip of his finger.
	"Come on, wake up, sleepy head!" With that he drew back my foreskin
and took my glans between his index and middle finger, squeezing it gently
as he slowly rubbed it from the base to the tip. He then held his fingers
to his nose, taking in the smell with obvious delight. He did the same to
himself with his other hand, and let me sniff both hands, commenting:
	"Pity we have to take a shower, I like that smell. I think yours is
stronger mine. Anyway I like it better."
	"We can have a shower tomorrow morning," I offered.
	"No, we have to remove the war-paints before we go to sleep."
	"What war-paints ?"
	"You'll see. Come on, let's go to the bathroom."
	I was intrigued, but I knew in advance that I was going to agree
with anything he suggested. Even if I did not quite like it. If he did,
that was good enough for me. And so far, I had liked it all anyway! So, to
the bathroom I followed. Philip sat down on the toilet, and pointing to his
hard little dick, said:
	"You don't want me to pee over the bowl, do you?"
	So I knelt down and opened my mouth; Philip took my head between
his hands and had me bend a little forwards so that his three-inch boner
was half inside my mouth.
	"Don't do anything, just swallow," he said.
	After a little while, his erection subsided and he could pee, an
irregular trickle at first, but soon my mouth overflowed as the flow
increased. He was taking a crap too; I could hear the turds hitting the
water in the bowl. When it was over, he half turned to flush and, getting
up, I asked him if I could wipe him. He got up too, but said:
	"No, kiss me instead." And soon, his tongue was in my mouth,
tasting the last drops of his piss. By now I knew he liked that very
much. "Now, for the war-paint", he said. I saw him put his finger in his
crack, and now I understood what he wanted to do. Indeed, he was smearing
some shit on his face and chest, drawing three lines on each of his cheeks,
and two small circles around his nipples.
	"Now you", he ordered, pointing to the toilet. Fascinated, I sat
down and he assumed the same position as I had before. But I was far too
excited to pee or shit.
	"I can't," I said. "I'm too hard".
	"I'll see to that!" He took my boner in his mouth as far as he
could, then started working on it, alternately nibbling, sucking and
licking, all the way from the base of the shaft to the glans. When he had
done, he started all over again. The pleasure was so intense I thought I
was going to pass out. Instead I erupted in his mouth. That was the third
time of the evening, and my balls were aching. It could not have been more
than a few small drops, and Philip was trying to get more, as he kept
munching and licking my now half-limp penis. This had an almost instant
effect on my bladder, and I let go what felt like half-a-gallon of piss,
which Philip tried to drink all. As I was letting go one way, I found that
I could do so the other way too, so that I was now ready to apply some
war-paint of my own on my body. I chose to draw a big cross on my chest and
forehead and two small ones on my cheeks.
	Philip was rock hard, as I could feel from his little prick
pressing against my thigh as he started licking the brown cross on my
chest. After a while I pulled him up, and did the same to the lines he had
drawn on his cheeks. Meanwhile, I took hold of his cock and jerked him to a
dry orgasm, which had him whining by its intensity.
	"What about that shower?", he concluded.
	"I think we'd better."
	"I do so too", he grinned, and wiped his ass with one hand and mine
with the other, rubbing them both on his face...and then kissed me. Two
days before, I would never have believed either of us could do things like
that; two hours before, I would never have believed I liked it!

To be continued...