Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2004 21:14:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy In White

This story is a total work of fiction, although, it was inspired by a boy,
dressed exactly as I described him.  Just as cute too. Never saw him before
that, and haven't seen him since, not that I'm looking. So, the usual
platitudes and warnings apply here. N-joi the story and send feedback as
you feel inspired to do.



He was almost blinding to look at as he stood on the sidewalk in the
brilliant tropical afternoon sun. He was dressed from head to toe in
startling white: pure white low cut Adidas and low cut socks on the feet,
below knee length sport shorts of a white shiny rayon type material, and
wife beater style undershirt with a long sleeved button down collared white
cotton shirt over it. Both the front of the shirt and the sleeves were
unbuttoned and lying open. There didn't appear to be a mark of any kind
anywhere on his clothing, in fact the entire ensemble appeared to be brand
spanking new. It almost required sunglasses to even look at the boy.

His richly dark brown skin was a startling contrast to his clothing and
appeared at least in part to be the result of many hours in the sun
pursuing the kind of activities that boy's our age normally pursued in
Hawaii. His hair was pitch black, or at least would have been had it not
been for the bleached ends on the top, a gelled top worn longer than the
sides and the back and so showing me small, diamond studded ears that lay
close to his head. His large and unusual blue eyes were slightly oval,
giving hint to Asian genes somewhere in his background, and were framed by
thick eyebrows and long luxurious eyelashes that matched his natural hair
color. His face was sort of round although not in a rolly polly way and his
nose was short and narrow. I thought that his pink-ish lips were almost
perfectly shaped and I felt my thirteen year old cock start to stiffen at
the thought of kissing them, of kissing him. Overall his build was small
and slender, about five foot and maybe an inch and about a hundred ten
pounds, less with all those heavy clothes off.

I'd gotten glimpses of him around our apartment complex for a couple of
days but didn't know if he was visiting or had moved in. There were very
few kids in the building and none our age or older so he would have stood
out anyhow but the way he was dressed that day made him stand out even
more.  He was without a doubt the cutest boy I had ever seen and seeing him
that day, so close up made my tummy quiver and heart quicken. I had liked
other boys for as long as I could remember and preferred them to girls in
almost all situations. It was all I could do not to look at other boys when
we dressed for gym class or in other places where we had reason to be naked
together. I had messed around a few times with other boys my age but that
was pretty limited and at thirteen it seemed like my five inch cock was
hard all the time, especially when I thought about boys or saw one that was
as cute as this one. I finally worked up the courage and approached him.

"Hey," I said by way of typical young teenage greeting and extending my
hand. "My name's Kaimana." The boy smiled, showing me that his crystal
white, - perfectly straight I might add - teeth matched his outfit. He took
my hand and we shook in the typical island boy handshake.

"My name's Christopher, not Chris though." His voice had a sweet melodic
sound and hadn't gotten deep yet, which made me feel good cause mine was
still kinda high too, but his had a softness to it as well that I had a
difficult time placing.

"I seen you around, are you living here now or just visiting?" Christopher
smiled again, he was even cuter when he smiled, and said that he'd seen me
around too and that he was just visiting his grandmother, actually his
great grandmother, for a few days maybe a week. I was thrilled that such a
cutie boy had noticed me since I didn't think I was all that cute looking
although I'd heard from enough girls that I was. Like Christopher I was a
local boy, that is, I was Hawaiian and Filipino mostly along with some
white, some Chinese, and I think some Portagee thrown in. I was built
pretty much like him too, the same size, black hair and all that. I'd had
my mom bleach my hair out once but I didn't really like it much so didn't
do it again after it grew out.

"So, you wanna hang out or something?" I asked him.

"I'd like that." he replied and again I was struck by the softness of his
voice. There wasn't a lot to do around our apartment building, one of many
that made up the neighborhood we were in. I thought a soda would be nice
since it was getting hotter and it would give us something to do so I
suggested we walk the two blocks to a seven-eleven. Christopher agreed and
so we set out in that direction in a slow lazy stroll.

"So, where you stay? I asked him, the local phrase for where do you
live. He replied that he lived on Maui, in Wailea which was past Kihei. I
told him I'd never been to Maui but would like to go sometime which
elicited an immediate invitation. During the two block walk we discovered
that we were only children, we were both thirteen and going into eighth
grade, didn't care for group sports preferring tennis, diving and in line
skating. Neither of us watched TV much but liked to read which led into a
discussion of the Harry Potter books which we'd both read, Christopher
three times each to my two. That led to a discussion about the movies and
in his excitement Christopher commented that he thought that Daniel
Ratcliff was cute. He caught himself and quickly back pedaled by adding,

"I mean, there's just something interesting about him." Christopher looked
sideways at me wondering what my comment was going to be, wondering if he'd
blown a new friendship. My heart flipped when he made the first comment and
I wondered if.

"Yeah," I said after a little pause, "I know what you mean." I had an
opportunity to let the boy know I was totally okay with what he'd said and
wasn't going to judge him. Well, that's not totally true cause I was
judging him, but in a most positive way. "The red headed boy, his friend
Ron, he ain't all that. At least I don't think so." I could almost hear a
sigh of relief when Christopher agreed.

"Yeah, you're right. I think so too."

"What about the girl, Hermione? A lot of my friends think she's so cute,"
He asked

I thought about that a moment then said, "Naw. I mean. She's okay I
guess. For a girl." I was going out on a limb there and I knew it but I
also knew in my heart how Christopher would respond. He didn't disappoint
me.

"Yeah, that's what I think too," then gave my arm a little squeeze. My
heart flip flopped again. I would get used that happening when I was around
that boy or even thought about him. The rest of the way to the store and
back was even more relaxed and informative. About the only think we didn't
have in common is that apparently his family was quite wealthy where as
mine was more middle class. By the time we got back to our building it was
like we'd known each other for ever and I could see him easily becoming a
best friend.

We'd decided to go up to my apartment and hang out so were waiting for the
elevator. "Ya know," I said, "I think that what you're wearing is so cool
looking but aren't you afraid of getting your clothes dirty or stained or
something? I mean, I couldn't even walk out of the house without getting a
spot or something on em no matter how hard I tried." Christopher laughed
and said he loved wearing white cause it showed his skin color off so well
and so he was pretty careful. No sooner had those words come out of his
mouth when the elevator door opened and three small kids came roaring out,
two of them smacking straight into Christopher as he was taking a drink of
his soda, knocking the plastic lid off and splashing coke all down the
front of his shirt and onto his shorts, some of it splattering the tops of
his shoes. That it was a mess was an understatement.

The kid's mother was apologetic as all get out, scolding the brats harshly
then telling Christopher to soak the clothes immediately in warm water and
hopefully they wouldn't stain. If they did she would replace them.  She
told us her apartment number and went off, the scolding continuing until
the elevator doors closed on us.  Christopher was pulling on the front of
his undershirt to keep the cold sticky liquid off his torso but I suspected
that it was a lost cause.

"Oh man I hope this comes out," he said in a worried tone. I agreed with
him totally. We got off at his floor and walked rapidly to his apartment
and went in to find it empty. He called out for his grandmother but there
was no answer and as we approached his bedroom we understood why, or at
least he did.

"Oh man, she's taking a bath," he said as we walked into his room, a medium
sized room, almost identical to mine, that appeared neat and clean. "She'll
be in there forever," he added as he closed his door. "I hope you don't
mind but I'll have to change in here."

"I can leave the room if you want me to," I said.

"Naw, it's okay unless you're embarrassed to see my hot body." He smiled
hugely when he said it so I smiled right back and said that I wouldn't
be. He peeled his top shirt off, which had miraculously been spared, and
laid it on his bed. He kicked off his shoes as he peeled the wife beater
off and I got my first glimpse of his upper body, which was nice; slender
and smooth of course, with small brown nipples. His belly was as flat as
mine and sloped gently into the waistband of his shorts and at the other
end, I noticed that his underarms have any hair at all. I felt kinda good
about that too since I didn't have any either. Christopher walked over to
the dresser and yanked his shorts down and stepped out of them, giving me a
full on view of his totally naked back side. "Fuck me" I thought, "he isn't
wearing any underwear." I felt my dick start to get hard as I looked him
over.

"You don't wear underwear." I asked just a little bit shocked. He looked
back over his shoulder at me and again, shot me a big toothy smile.

"Sometimes I don't," he replied turning his head back to the dresser and
pulling open a drawer. "It feels kinda sexy sometimes, you should try it."
He looked back over at me again and pushed his slim little ass out and
wiggled it seductively at me.

"Oh man," I replied, "I'd be afraid to cop a bone. Don't you worry about
that?" I asked him as he bent over to pull on a pair of crystal white board
shorts with bright green dragons on the legs, again, without underwear.

"Naw, not really," he said as he turned to face me while he laced the
shorts up. "I did kinda at first but not any more." He paused for a moment
like he was weighing his thoughts then went on, his voice considerably
softer.

"Can I tell you something Kaimana and you won't think I'm weird or
something?" I shook my head.

"I'd never think you were weird Christopher," I told him, "I think you're
awesome." I was totally surprised that I'd said that. I certainly was
feeling that way about him but I hadn't planned on telling him that. He
didn't seem the least bit phased by my admission but went on.

"Well, down the road from our house on Maui is a place called Makena Beach
but there are two parts to it that are separated by a rocky hill that's
kinda hard to climb. One side is called Big Beach and that's where most
everybody goes but on the other side of the rock hill is a really small
beach called Little Beach. It's a nude beach and I like to go there. Quite
a bit actually." Now that boggled my brain and I had a zillion questions.

"Gosh what's it like being naked in front of people like that. Don't you
get a boner from it, don't people like stare at you and stuff. What about
people coming over from the other beach to look at naked people?
Christopher was chuckling and said I should see the look on my face.

"Actually it's no big deal. Nobody really stares at anyone else cause
almost everybody's naked and you don't get a hard on cause that would be
too embarrassing. The only way to get to the beach is over that rock hill
and little kids can't climb it and most people won't go over there. Just
about everybody knows it's a nude beach so they just don't go there. Unless
of course they want to go naked."

I was fascinated by that. I loved being naked when I was in private, being
free and stuff. Sometimes, when my parents were gone, I'd wander all over
our apartment without clothes on, often getting quite hard in the process
which necessitated jacking off, which I sometimes did in the living room. A
daring move I thought.

It occurred to me then that I hadn't noticed any tan lines when he was
standing naked in front of me and still another thought occurred to me.

"What about your dick, or your balls? Don't they get sunburned?" No he said
cause you don't stay out there a long time at first, you build up to it.

"So, do you want to try going with out underwear?" I figured what the hell
and stood up and unlaced my board shorts. The t-shirt I was wearing was
pretty long so I wasn't to concerned about showing my half hard cock off
but it didn't matter cause Christopher went about gathering up his clothes
saying he should wash them right away. I dropped my boxers and pulled my
board shorts back into place and retied them.  Christopher and turned and
watched the last part and when I was done asked how it felt.

"Kinda cool," I said as I rearranged my dick.

"Told ya," he said offering me another of his fantastic smiles. "Come on
let's go wash these." His grandmother had shown him where things were in
the apartment on the first day so he gathered the small container of
laundry soap, oxi-clean and quarters from the coin jar and we headed out
the door. On the way down to the laundry room Christopher explained that
he'd been doing his own laundry since he could remember so he felt
confident that he'd be able to get the clothes to come clean.

The elevator stopped on various floors to pick up or discharge people and
during a lull in our conversation I wondered briefly what those people
would have thought about me not having underwear on or how I'd feel if for
some silly obscure reason my board shorts got yanked down and there I'd be,
my adolescent cock hanging out for the world to see. Of course I would
learn later that not wearing underwear wasn't all that uncommon and being
an island boy you'd a thunk that I knew that but hey, I was a little more
naive than most. The laundry room was about half full of women of various
ages in various stages of the clothes cleaning process. After we got
Christopher's clothes going we sat down and waited.

"So, do you feel a little bit naughty not wearing clothes under your board
shorts?" he asked. I nodded my head and smiled, getting a smile in
return. We continued talk, getting to know each other and it seemed like no
time at all and the clothes were done and we headed back up stairs. His
grandmother (great) was of course out of the bathroom and Chris introduced
me to her. We had actually seen each other around the complex before so it
wasn't like we were total strangers.

"Nana," Chris finally said, "Kaimana is going to stay the night, is that
okay?"

"Of course it is dear," she responded, "as long as it's alright with his
parents." He looked at me and smiled.  Damn that boy smiled a lot.

"Ya wanna?" he mimed. I nodded my head. Damn, I seemed to nod my head a
lot.

"Let's go ask my mom" I told him. He said he had to pee first and I nodded
my head.

"Me too." In fact I had been thinking about it since I hadn't gone since
the soda we'd had almost an hour and a half before that. I followed him to
the bathroom intending to wait in the hall but he motioned me to go in with
him. Chris went straight to the toilet and I closed the door while he
untied and started his drainage.

"Come on Kaimana, there's room for two." I was a little shy about it and
said that I'd wait till he was done.  He looked over his shoulder, another
smile, and asked if I was a shy boy. It was all good natured teasing, he
wasn't being malicious and I'm not sure to this day that Chris could even
be malicious. As soon as he finished he tucked in and turned to face me,
giving me a quick but small view of his pubes before he tied back up. I
stepped up to the bowl and did my duty while Chris explained that after
being on the nude beach so much it just didn't bother him if people saw his
cock.

"Especially if it's a friend," he added with yet another toothy grin. I saw
his point and considering that I really wanted to see him naked and was
willing to let him see me, I was sort of surprised that I'd given up that
opportunity. On the other hand, I was going to spend the night with him and
I noticed that there was only one bed in his room and it wasn't a huge one
either. I'd get my chance.

Ten minutes later we were walking through the front door to my apartment
and hearing my mom in the kitchen we headed there. I introduced her to
Chris who shook her hand, said it was a pleasure to meet her and of course,
bestowed a smile on her and I could tell that my mom was taken by the cute
young boy almost as fast as I had been. Of course she asked the typical mom
questions which Chris answered easily. She said that she didn't exactly
know his great grandmother but had seen her in passing from time to time. I
told her that I was invited to stay the night at Christopher's and asked if
it was okay. She hemmed and hawed then said that I could go but one
condition. My heart sank, not knowing what sort of deal she was going to
hook me into. I waited.

"You can go but. Chris stays for dinner." I let out a huge sigh of relief
and my mom laughed because she had me going for just a moment. "Why don't
you invite your grandmother to join us Chris," she said then related what
the menu was going to be in the event that the elderly woman might have
some legitimate reason for declining the invitation before hand and not be
embarrassed by having to refuse something while it was on the table. My mom
could be pretty smart sometimes.

Three and a half hours later we were back in Christopher's room, lying
about and rubbing our bellies. We had continued to talk in my room before
dinner and I felt myself feeling more and more comfortable around him as
well as more and more attracted to him. Even both of my parents seemed to
like him, so much so that they both commented on him out of his
earshot. Yup, the feelings in my belly weren't caused just by the large
meal.

During our talking story throughout the day the subject of girls came up a
few times and I got the impression that Christopher might have the same
kind of feelings about them that I did, namely, I didn't want one in any
way, shape or form. I had some girls who were friends but that was where it
ended. Both of us had been approached by girls for something more, or I
should say approached by friends of girls since it was rare indeed at our
age for anyone to be so bold as to actually tell the person that you liked,
that you liked them.  In any case, all such overtures had been met with
some sort of rejection, soft and polite, but rejection none the less.

"I always say that I like someone else and when they ask who I always say
they live somewhere else or went to a different school or something like
that."

"Me too," I said laughing, "that's just what I do too and so far it's
worked out great."

Neither of us was prepared to tell the other one outright that we didn't
like girls, at least I wasn't, and if my intuition was correct (or my hopes
and dreams) Christopher felt the same way. But we were getting closer,
especially since the sun had gone down, twilight was on its way out and
darkness was beginning to take over, just like in the Metallica song. That
was the best time for secret sharing and taking the risk of truth
telling. As we lay on the bed talking our bodies made contact in a variety
of ways, our feet touching or hand grazing the other person. At times it
took on purposeful touching like to make a point or something. In the
beginning when one touched the other we would pull back as though receiving
a mild shock. Wouldn't want the other guy to think you're a fag or
something. But after awhile, after discovering that the other guy didn't
mind the contact, when we touched we wouldn't pull away quite so quickly,
often lingering a little longer, just like our intended touching was.

We had taken our shirts off almost as soon as we got to Christopher's room
since he only had a fan to cool the air. It gave us both an opportunity to
check out each other's upper body as well as a good two inches of
Christopher's butt from time to time. My own board shorts hung loosely too
but I found myself trying to get them even lower when he wasn't looking
just so he could see some of me too. Of course we both went about tugging
the garments back in place from time to time but I sensed that when he did
that it was only for show, just like me. We were dancing, sorta like
flirting, with each other. We had gotten off the bed for some reason and
stood facing each other up close and Christopher reached out and tweaked at
one of my nipples.

"Did you know that boys nipples get hard sometimes too?" he asked after
moving the little nubbin around.  "Especially after you, ya know, squirt
out. After you cum." So there is was. The first actually reference to sex
stuff, both verbal and physical.

"No, I didn't know that," I said, "except when it's like cold or something,
then I knew it happened." He told me I could try it with his if I wanted. I
wanted. So I reached out and rolled his equally small nub between my thumb
and forefinger and felt it get hard. Christopher's eyes closed when I did
it and he sort of gasped a little bit, like if someone puts ice down your
back or something.

"Wow, it feels a lot better when you do it than when I do it," Christopher
said, his voice seeming a little different. Then he touched my belly
button, commenting on how flat it was and adding,

"I hope I don't get hairs that go there, ya know, like from there to my
pubes or something like some boys got. I don't like how it looks." He had
allowed his finger to trail from my belly button down to the waistband of
my shorts and since they were hanging really low he almost made it to my
little patch of fuzz which was hiding just below the waistband of the
shorts.

"I don't either," I said, touching Christopher's equally flat tummy. "Gosh
your belly is so firm Christopher," I told him, "I hope mine can get that
hard."

Speaking of getting hard, I was, and unless I was sadly mistake it looked
like Christopher might be as well.  In fact it looked like there was a
little dark spot on the front close to where his cock head should be but it
was getting pretty dark in the room and I couldn't exactly stare at him and
I wasn't ready to point it out to him.

"So, wanna go to bed now?" Christopher asked me softly, his face only
inches from mine. I nodded my head and said,

"Sure."

"Wanna take a shower first?" I thought that might be a good idea because it
had been a hot day and besides I usually showered at night cause I seemed
to sleep better. And it might make my hard dick go away.

"Yeah, I'd like to." Christopher said that he wanted to take one too and
headed toward the door, turning to make sure I was following him. In the
bathroom Christopher turned on a small light by the sink then turned to me.

"Wanna take it together? It would go faster. Besides, we can wash each
other's back." HHmmm. I wasn't so sure about that. Not only was I concerned
about showing my cock off, I was concerned about showing it off when it was
hard as frickin stone and while I was sorta sure that Christopher wouldn't
say anything, being sorta sure wasn't the same as being one hundred percent
sure and that left room for the ultimate embarrassment.

"You are a shy boy," he said with a smile. "How about if I turn the light
off? Would that make you feel better?" I nodded my head. My own bathroom
was pretty dark without a light so I figured that his would be
too. Christopher got the water where we wanted it, warm but not hot, then
turned the light out. I could make him out moving in the dark yet not
really seeing any detail but the sound of the Velcro on his board shorts
was unmistakable. I undid my shorts about half way then tugged them down
over my hips and let them fall to the floor and stepped forward, bumping
into him gently. He giggled and I laughed nervously along with him.  He
reached out and took my hand saying,

"Come on shy boy," and guiding me into the shower with him. Christopher got
himself soaked down first then slide by me to change places, using his
hands on my shoulders to help us both to keep balance. I felt something
graze across my butt and realized that it was his cock. And he was as hard
as I was!!! I wanted to say something clever but was at a loss for
words. Probably the butterflies roaring around in my stomach were taking
all my energy. No matter, Christopher covered the situation.

"Sorry," he said with another giggle. I got soaked and not having anything
else to do turned to face Christopher. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and
I could tell that he was using a bar of soap and washing his belly and
moving downward. I tried not to look but I couldn't help it. I also knew
that if I could see him then he could see me as well and I figured it was
time to just take the risk and see what happened.

Christopher was looking downward as his hands began soaping his crotch,
moving down between his legs and making sure his balls got soaped too. He
was full on hard, his cock sticking in the air just like mine was.  It
looked as big as mine too, maybe even bigger. I could tell he had a small
patch of hairs at the base of his cock although it was hard to tell too
much because of the dark, his dark skin and the soapy covering.

"Here ya go," he said, handing me the bar of soap while he reached behind
himself and I assume was washing his butt hole. I quickly went over my body
with the soap while he finished what he was doing then waited patiently for
me. I could tell that he was looking down at my cock and I found myself
reacting some what proudly about my boyhood.

"Turn around and I'll wash your back" He said. I did as I was told then
shivered as his hands touched me and began rubbing all over across my
shoulders and back then down my sides. I almost died when he washed down
onto my butt and rubbed my cheeks then patted me saying he was done. I
offered to do Christopher's back in return and of course he allowed me to
do so.

"I like how your hands feel on me Kaimana," he said softly and when I
washed into his butt he made "yummy" sounds. I liked how his body felt
underneath my hands and I'll tell you it didn't do anything for my hard
cock, 'cept maybe make it harder. I finally stopped, only because I wasn't
sure how much farther to go, and stepped back under the spray and rinsed
off. I had my eyes closed so couldn't see but felt Christopher's hands
wiping my front down, helping to get the suds off. When we changed places
the next time we were facing each other, both looking down as our hard cock
came together. Christopher giggled then wiggled back and forth as though he
were having a sword fight or something. He stepped under the spray and
rinsed but where he did my front I did his back, wiping him down with my
hands to help get the soap off. We finally finished the task and stepped
out to dry off, taking turns once again with each other's back although
when Christopher did mine he actually slipped toweled fingers inside my
butt crack and grazed across my hole.

We finally finished, wrapped towels around our waists, picked up our board
shorts and went back to Christopher's room. Christopher went to one side of
the bed, leaving me with other, dropped his towel and slipped under the
sheet in one fell swoop, giving me only a quick glance at his at his cock
which was still hard. I elected to drop my towel in much the same manner,
climbing in quickly. The bed wasn't all that big so our bodies, although
not touching, were close enough to feel the heat from each other. The room
was slightly illuminated from the outside so we could see each other's
faces well enough.

Our talking continued on, about nothing in particular in the beginning, and
as we talked our bodies came in contact once again. First it was feet, then
a hand and so forth. Finally the subject came around to girls again with
the question about whether I'd ever seen one naked. Of course I hadn't but
just as of course Christopher had.

"I seen pictures of what they look like inside, down there," he said, using
his hand under the sheet to indicate reference to the crotch. "It's pretty
weird looking and sorta scary I think." He said with a shiver.  "When I've
seen em on the beach all naked and stuff I get like, sick to my stomach or
something. Boobs hanging out there like that." He made an ugly face and I
laughed.

"Well how come you lay around with em then." He was quiet for a moment and
in a soft voice said,

"I don't. I go to the far end of the beach where the gay people are." I
knew that took a lot for Christopher to tell me so I thought about it for a
minute and said,

"Yeah, I think that I would have done that too.  I mean, I get kinda
nervous about being naked around guys, I don't think I could handle being
around women."

"Yeah," he said throwing me the biggest grin of the past hour, "That's
exactly what I was thinking."

"What's it like being naked like that around other people. I think I'd be
so scared."

"It fun and once you do it and you find out that nobody really cares then
you don't really care yourself. The scary part is showing off your dick the
first time but it's not like everybody on the beach turns to stare at you
when you get undressed or anything. I mean, people look, I know I do, but
they don't stared unless it's something really out of the ordinary like one
time I was there and these two black guys were walking along the beach at
the edge of the water. Oh man Kaimana they had the most awesomest bodies,
you knew they practically lived at the gym, and their cocks were so long
they just swung like ropes when they walked. They looked hot, they knew it
and so did everyone else on the beach."

"So, it's really pretty easy, just that firs time, like tonight in the
shower. You seemed to be mostly okay with it once you did it. Maybe just a
little bit shy still," he added with a smile. He had rolled to his side and
was looking at me while he spoke, while I was still on my back, head to
turned to look at him.

"It sound pretty easy and I think I could probably do it but tonight was a
little bit different don't you think?"

"Why?" he asked. It shouldn't be.

"Well. Cause I was all hard and stuff and that's sort of embarrassing."

"So. I was too Kaimana so it shouldn't make any difference."

"Yeah but I didn't really know that and so I wasn't sure if you did or not
and I wouldn't want to be the only one with my dick stickin out a mile, ya
know." He seemed to think about that for a second then asked quietly,

"Are you still hard?  I am. My cock just doesn't seem to want to go down?"
I nodded my head and mumbled that I too was still hard as stone and mine
didn't want to go down either. Without a word Christopher ripped the sheet
back and there we lay, two naked thirteen year old boys with cocks as ram
rod hard as only young boys seem to get. We stared unashamedly at each
other and I for one was enthralled. Christopher's cock was about the same
size as mine, around five or inches long and sort of chubby. Like me, he
was circumcised, the head a perfect looking Darth Vader like helmet. He had
a small patch of pitch black curly hairs at the base of dick, maybe three
inches wide and an inch high but the rest looked smooth as his belly. He
was still on his side so his balls were sort of hanging on his thigh. The
looked like medium sized eggs, the bag holding them smooth and hairless.

"You got a nice cock Kaimana," he said softly. "It looks a lot like mine
does." I rolled to my side to face him, our cocks jutting proudly away from
our flat tummies and still pointed toward our heads and not the bed. He
moved closer so that they almost touched and we continued to look them over
until he reached down and grasped both of them in his small hand and held
them together.

I almost fainted from the feelings tearing through my young body as my
brain registered the warmth of Christopher's hand, the firmness of his
grip. I hadn't been touched by another boy in awhile and had forgotten just
how good it felt. He let go then said,

"Come on, let's get on our knees." We did so and he moved in so our dicks
were touching again and then leaned out sideways a little bit to look
down. "Our balls look about the same size too," he said then he reached
down and cupped the two sets of smooth sperm makers, hefting them and
feeling them like a doctor doing an examination. "Feel em and see if I'm
right," he said, removing his hand. I did as he asked, cupping his nuts and
noticing how soft the skin felt in my hand. I didn't have any hair either
but his balls felt smoother than mine so I guessed it was just cause I was
feeling on someone else.

"That feels good," he moaned, "you're feeling my balls like that." He
reached down and grasped onto my cock and began stroking it slowly and I
moaned too. I decided that since we'd gone this far and the cute young
thing was playing with my cock I might as well do the same for him. Well,
for me too since I wanted to touch it really bad. So I moved my hand from
his soft young nuts to hard young cock, reveling in the feel of the skin,
the firmness underneath.

"Oh gosh Kaimana I want to cum so bad," he moaned, "If you keep doin that
I'm gonna squirt out all over."

"Me too Christopher, I wanna cum too. My cock's been hard for too long." I
put a hand on his shoulder to brace myself and he did the same as we both
renewed our efforts on the other's stiff teenage cock. It didn't take long,
but then it rarely does for a horny thirteen year old boy.

"Go faster," he moaned out as he picked up speed on my cock. I no sooner
had done that when he groaned out loud. "Ooooohhhhhhh," his face screwed up
into a look of pain, or pleasure for just a moment then he looked
down. There's just something about having to watch your cock when it shoots
or your cum and since I was right there along with him I did the same and
there we knelt, our heads resting against each other as both cocks
erupted. Our sperm shot out like a pair of fountains, the first jets of
both going straight up in the air and landing who knew where since I wasn't
paying much attention to that. His cock was beautiful as it gave up the
juice of his balls, the white goo a contrast to his dark skin tone. After
the first shot we'd both held each other's cock at an angle so it landed on
our lower bellies, his sperm on me and mine on his, a good three or so
blobs.

The flow finally slowed to a dribble, the last few globs oozing out and
running down over our thumbs. We seemed to let go at the same time and I
wiped his cum on my belly, Christopher doing the same when he saw what I'd
done. He then put his free hand on my other shoulder while mine went to his
waist. We stayed that way for a moment waiting for our panting to subside
and after about a minute he said,

"That was so totally incredible." I just nodded my (for the fiftieth
time). Our faces were still very close, our eyes making contact. Then
Christopher's eyes roamed to my lips, then back to my eyes again and he
slowly leaned closer, tilting his head. I knew what was coming, wanted it
as much as he seemed to. I tilted my head the opposite way just in time and
our lips met. Gently at first and when he discovered that I wasn't going to
pull away from him, then with more firmness. I didn't know how to kiss and
I don't think Christopher did either but we made do, moving our lips a
little bit like we'd both seen a zillion times in the movies. His breath
was sweet, his lips so soft and gentle. I didn't want to stop but
Christopher pulled away, although not very far.

"That was nice," he said softly, "kissing you I mean. Well, the other thing
was too," he added with a smile.

"Yeah, I think so too" I told him. Our face met again, this time with more
passion. One of his hands went behind my head while both of mine went to
his back pulling him into me. Our cocks met and were followed by bellies
and chests as we both tried to get as much skin touching as possible. I
felt his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth to allow him in where he met
my tongue and they introduced themselves, feeling each other out. Meanwhile
our sperms were mixing and spreading about on our torso's and since the
liquid was cold it got our attention and we broke apart.

"What a mess," I said. Christopher chuckled and said that it was an okay
mess though, he didn't mind it. He crawled off the bed and found his bath
towel and wiped himself down. Catching the hint I did the same.  When he
was done Christopher came around to my side of the bed, his still rock hard
cock pointing the way like a beacon. His body was so awesome. There was
enough light in the room to be comfortable and I just stared openly at him
as he approached me. He was doing the same thing to me and when he stopped
right in front of me, he looked into my eyes.

"You got such a cool body Kaimana. I really like it a lot. I like you a
lot." I put my hand on his waist and sort of held him in place.

"You've got the hot body Christopher," I told him. "It's so awesome and
firm and, well, I feel like I could hold you all day long and.I like you a
lot too." I relaxed my arms and the delicious young thing moved in and
hugged up to me, our heads resting on each other's shoulders, rock hard
penises touching each other, pressed between our bellies. I let my hands
slide downward and out onto the bubbles of firm little butt and squeezed
them gently. His butt was a nice and fun to hold as the rest of him.

"Come on, lets go lay on the bed," he said, pulling away from me but taking
me by the hand. We laid down, as close as we had been while we were
standing.

"I have to tell you something and I hope you won't get mad." My heart
lurched in anticipation of some negative bit of information that would
cause me grief and sorrow.

"I won't be mad Christopher. I like you too much to be mad at you."

"Well," he started slowly. "I came here planning on something like this
happening. I know I'm a gay boy and I like boys not girls. I haven't ever
been with anyone cause it's so scary to even think about it let alone try
to make a move on someone." I knew how that felt.

"So I decided that since I was going where no one would know me or ever see
me again that I would try to find a boy, gosh, or even a man if I had to,
to be sexy with. If I made a fool of myself with some guy it wouldn't
matter cause he'd never see me again, you know what I mean? I've wanted it
for so long and I had to know how it felt; being with someone else, having
them touch me, me touching them and, well, all the stuff we did tonight. I
saw you the first day I came here and thought you were so cute and stuff
and so I planned on getting your attention somehow. That's why I dressed
the way I did today, to get your attention and hope that you'd like me and
then maybe, maybe even do what we did together. I hope you're not mad at me
for kinda fooling you like that Kaimana. I hope you understand."

I kissed him then took his hand and placed in on my hard cock. "Does this
seem like I'm mad at you?" he shook his head.

"The second I saw you," I told him, "I thought you were so cute then when I
saw you today I thought you had to be the cutest boy in the whole wide
world. I like boys too Christopher and when I saw you I knew I wanted to be
with you, be naked with you and do sexy stuff together so not only am I not
angry I'm so happy that it happened. I want to do more too. I want to suck
on your cock," and here I grabbed onto his turgid pulsing boy flesh, I want
to lick you all over and maybe even, you know, like go inside of each
other. You're the most awesomest boy I've ever known and my heart if
beating so fast and hard right now that it's almost hard to breathe."
Christopher kissed me again, this time a lot harder.

"I want all those things too Kaimana," he said after breaking off, "and I
want to do everything with you, everything you just said."