Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 12:37:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Day Of Summer Vaccation

All the usual disclaimers apply:
+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.
+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.
+Scenes of sexual activity between pubescent boys are represented.  Do not
read further if this offends you.
+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.

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FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACCATION
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

Chris ran down the narrow dirt road through the woods feeling quick and
light in his Nikes.  The gleaming white and black shoes were brand new, as
were his baggy black shorts and the open-sided gold muscle shirt he had
talked his mother into buying.  He was wearing the new clothes because he
wanted to be sure his friend Terry saw them.  The previous summer, when he
and Terry had first met, Chris' only clothes had been junky stuff picked
out for him by his mother, and even though Terry had never said anything,
Chris was sure his friend had considered the clothes nerdy.  It was
different now.  Chris got his own clothes - at least sometimes he could,
when his mother didn't object - and he could wear the same cool stuff as
Terry.

The road circled around the lake, past the green cottage Chris' parents had
always rented before they built their own.  He liked their new one but his
older sister was always complaining that the green cottage had been better.
Chris thought his older sister complained too much about everything, but
this afternoon it didn't matter because it was his time now and he was on
his way to see Terry!  All morning he had been stuck helping his parents
unload the U-Haul, and then his mother had insisted he eat lunch; but after
that he had finally gotten her permission to leave.

"Can I stay over with Terry if it's okay?"  He had asked and his mother had
given approval for this, too.  Right away Chris had gone upstairs, changed
into his new clothes and then slipped away before anyone thought of more
chores for him to do.

At the lane to Terry's cottage Chris slowed to a walk, heart pounding from
his run and from apprehension.  What if his friend wasn't there?  Terry's
school had ended a week before Chris' and he had said they were going to
the lake in his last e-mail, but what if something had gone wrong?  What if
there had been an accident?  What if, at the last minute, Terry's parents
had decided to vacation someplace else?  Coming along the lane, getting
glimpses of Terry's cottage through the trees, Chris was almost afraid to
look.

"Chris!  Hey dude!"

A slender, dark-haired boy waved from the porch then jumped down and ran
toward him.  Chris started running, too, all his worries forgotten, and the
two of them came together putting their hands up to slap a high five.

"Alright!"  Terry exclaimed.  "Dude, I thought you'd never get here.  This
is awesome!  Wow, you look bigger!  Do I look bigger?  I grew like three
inches, but I'm still like all skinny."

Chris thought his friend looked awesome and not skinny at all.  Terry was a
head taller because his birthday was six months before Chris', plus he was
big for his age.  He was wearing a gold tank top and dark, baggy utility
shorts that hung loosely on his lean athletic body.  To Chris, he looked
just like the kids on Nick or MTV.  More than anything Chris wanted to be
like that.  He stood up straighter knowing that he too had grown in the
past year and that a season on the wrestling team had made him stronger.

"Dude, you look totally rad!"  Terry exclaimed, gesturing at Chris' open
sided muscle shirt and baggy shorts.  "Way cool!"

Pride and a joyous thrill shot through Chris.  Terry had noticed!  "My mom
doesn't think so," he said shyly and Terry laughed because he knew what a
drag Chris' mom was.

"Check this out," he said in a low voice, glancing around.  "Can you like
stay over tonight?"

Chris tingled with excitement.  It was what he had hoped Terry would ask.
"Uh-huh," he answered.  "I already checked.  My mom said I could."

"Cool!"  After looking around again the dark-haired boy dropped his voice
all the way to a whisper.  "My parents are like gone tonight an' I got
these videos we can watch... They are like totally awesome!"

Exhilaration flowed through Chris like electricity and he nodded.  Terry
was so cool!  Everything he did was an adventure.  Chris had spent the
entire winter counting the days until they could be together again.
Looking with admiration at his friend he hoped the other boy would remember
all the things they had done the summer before, and want to do them again.

As if answering this thought Terry said, "I checked out our old fort and
nobody's messed with it.  Wanna' go there?"

"Uh-huh."  Chris nodded eagerly.  Maybe his friend did remember!  The fort
was their hidden, private place where he and Terry had gone so often last
summer...

Heart pounding, Chris followed the taller boy back to the road where they
crossed into thick brush on the other side and then picked their way along
a barely visible track that led up a steep bluff.  Near the top, tickets
blocked the path and Terry crouched to pull back branches so Chris could
slip past into an opening beyond.  Moments later Terry scurried in behind
him and the branches sprang back concealing the way.  With Terry leading,
both boys continued until they came to a ledge that gradually widened,
becoming a bench at the foot of a rocky outcropping.

On their right, beyond a screen of bushes, the hill dropped off steeply
offering a panoramic view of the lake with glimpses of cottage roofs among
the trees near the shore.  A rocky cliff face formed a vertical wall of
eroded stone on their left and tucked in beneath it, sunny and dry with a
smooth, level floor, was a shallow recess.  The cliff overhang made this
alcove invisible from above and thick brush all around ensured complete
privacy.  While exploring, the summer before, Chris and Terry had found the
place and made it their own secret spot.  Now as Chris ducked to step into
the recess, following behind Terry, the smell of dust and sun warmed rock
brought back memories of that time and he felt himself getting hard.
Glancing down he saw that his new baggy shorts concealed what was
happening, but underneath he knew that his tight underwear briefs were
poked out.  In the past few months it seemed like everything in his body
had grown and now whenever he popped a boner it was noticeable.

From the rear of the shallow cave Terry dug out an old quilt, which Chris
helped him spread out.  Then they kicked off their Nikes and sat down.  As
he did so Chris had to tug at his crotch to keep his stiff penis from being
trapped by his overly tight briefs.  Out of the corner of his eye he
thought he saw Terry give a hitch to his shorts as well, but it was hard to
be sure.  Did Terry remember?  He and his friend had e-mailed each other at
least once every week during the school year, but they had been forced to
be careful because Chris' mother read all the postings.  More than anything
Chris wanted it to be just like the summer before, but maybe Terry didn't.
What if his friend had changed, or didn't remember, or... or anything?
What if the whole summer turned out to be different?  Chris pushed the
thought away and sat holding his knees, feeling the ache in his crotch
where his boner was straining against tightly stretched underwear briefs.

"Dude, check out how pale we are!"  Terry was examining his arms.  Then he
pulled up the edge of his shirt exposing his lean stomach and slipped the
loose tank top off over his head.  Leaning back, he turned his face up to
the warm sunlight pouring into the alcove.  "We gotta' start gettin' our
tans back!"

Heart thumping, Chris imitated his friend by pulling off his muscle shirt
and laying it aside.  When they had parted at the end of the previous
summer both he and Terry had been nut-brown from all their time in the sun.
Chris had been proud of his tan, but the first time he undressed at Middle
School for phys-ed his lack of tan lines had made him self-conscious.  If
anyone had noticed it might have been embarrassing, but no one had.  A
month later the tan had faded, but while it lasted he had liked the look it
gave him.  After school, alone in his house, standing naked in front of his
mother's big mirror, he had stared at himself, posing like a weight lifter,
admiring his sun bleached blond hair and the graceful lines of his body.
When his skin turned pale again the posing had been less exciting, but he
had continued to do it, sometimes wearing his wrestling singlet and other
times bare, pretending to be a superhero or a warrior character in a video
game.  Afterwards he would work on the exercises his wrestling coaches gave
him, watching himself in the mirror, marking the changes in his body as the
school year progressed.

"You're like way stronger looking than last summer," Terry said, eyes
flicking over Chris in admiration.  "Dude, it's like your chest is bigger
an' everything."

A thrill shot through Chris at this praise and he glanced shyly at Terry
admiring the way every swell of muscle and bone in the other boy's wiry
build was highlighted by the sunlight.  It was how he wished he looked
himself, and he wished he were tall like his friend, too.  Terry was so
cool!  It was like he had everything.

"I wanna' be like thicker up here," Terry complained, gesturing at his own
chest.  "It's like all that grows is in my legs.  They're like bigger than
the rest of me."

Squirming to reach back behind himself, Terry removed a small package
wrapped in plastic from a crevice in the rock wall.  He unrolled it and,
with a grin at Chris, drew out a lighter and a rolled joint.  "We gotta'
share.  I'll like get more from my uncle on Saturday."

He lit the joint, took a deep drag and handed it off to Chris who accepted
eagerly.  Terry had introduced him to marijuana the previous summer and he
knew what to do.  While he sucked in the smoke, Terry pulled a magazine
from the package, which he spread open on the quilt.

"Check this out," he told Chris, pointing to some pictures.

Chris leaned over to see.  The pictures showed two young women, one
standing on a sun washed beach, the other lying stretched on the sand amid
palm trees and tropical flowers.  The girls appeared to be wearing
skintight bikinis with intricate colorful patterns, but when he checked
closer Chad could see that what looked like bikinis was just paint.  The
girls were actually naked.

"Dude, isn't that like awesome?"  Terry whispered.

Chris knew what girls looked like.  He had seen his older sister naked a
few times and once had examined a stack of Playboys with a friend; but what
Terry was showing him now seemed different.  He thought the pictures were
beautiful, and they gave him the same mysterious excitement he felt when he
stared at his own naked reflection in his mother's mirror.  He and Terry
kept looking at the pictures while they traded the joint back and forth and
beneath his tight underwear Chris' boner got so hard he had to tug at his
crotch again to ease it.

Next to him, Terry fumbled at his own groin.  "I got a hard on," he said,
and with a sly grin he took Chris' hand, placing it on the front of his
shorts where Chris could feel the jut of a stiff penis beneath the fabric.

From between the back pages of the magazine Terry produced an envelope and
then shook out four photos that he handed to Chris.  "Look..."

All four pictures were of Terry, two in poses that reminded Chris of
himself in front of the mirror.  Another showed Terry lying on a wooden
patio deck stretched out with one knee pulled up, the same way the girl had
been on the beach.  In the last one Terry was astride a trail bike, his
back to the camera, looking over his shoulder and smiling.  In every
picture Terry seemed to be wearing a colorful Speedo brief, but a closer
look showed Chris it was body paint and his friend was naked.  The
discovery made him almost painfully hard and there was a sudden throb at
the base of his straining penis.  It was a sensation he had experienced
only once or twice before and this time it was so intense it made him jerk
a little.

"My uncle took these," Terry said, leaning close.  "He's bringin' his
digital camera this weekend.  You wanna do some?"

Heart thumping with excitement, Chris nodded.  Yes he wanted to!  It would
be so cool to paint himself like that!

"I showed my uncle your picture," Terry went on.  "The one like with your
wrestling trophy..."

Chris nodded again.  He knew the one.  He had sent it to Terry by e-mail
and Terry had sent back a picture of himself holding his basketball award.

"My uncle says you're like good in the picture.  He can paint you like he
does me and we can do all kinna' stuff..."

Terry took the pictures back, put them away carefully and then gave Chris a
sly, knowing look.

"He can like take pictures of us wrestling."

Yes!  Chris thought.  Terry remembered!  The summer before "wrestling" had
been their code word for what they did when they were alone.  The two boys
stared at each other.  Then Terry leaned forward and pushed at Chris' bare
chest.

"Dare ya."

A moment later they were grappling, their half naked bodies entwined as
they rolled back and forth on the quilt.  Even with Terry's height
advantage Chris could have won by using his wrestling skills but instead he
just hugged his friend tightly, pressing his bare chest against the other
boy's lean, slender body, and it felt so good that another quick
contraction throbbed in his groin.  Hugging back Terry squirmed, grinding
his hips, and then in a game they had invented the previous summer, each
boy started tugging on the other's clothing, pretending to resist while
allowing themselves to be stripped.

Terry's loose baggy shorts and Chris' new ones slid off their hips at the
first pull and Chris shivered in excitement when he uncovered the pale
mounds of Terry's bare butt.  His friend was not wearing any underwear!  He
thrashed a little in mock struggle as his own shorts were pushed to his
knees then wrestled Terry's down further, reaching as he did so to feel the
other boy's hard boner.  Like his own, it was longer and thicker than it
had been the summer before and he explored anxiously around the base with
his fingertips, finding to his relief that it was smooth, without any hair.
Chris didn't have any hair either, but in the locker room he had seen boys
that did and he had worried that Kerry might have gotten some.  He hadn't
wanted to look different from his friend and now that he was sure they were
the same it gave him an additional thrill.  He slid his fingers on Terry,
moving them on the slick, stretched skin of the other boy's rigid shaft and
his friend quivered, his slender body arching.  Then both boys were rolling
on the quilt once more with Chris hugging Terry, faking resistance while
his pants were pulled below his knees and free of his legs.

The moment they were off, Chris reached for Terry's shorts, but when he
grabbed them he felt warm sunlight strike his bare butt as his underwear
briefs were pulled down in back.  He kept wrestling, working Terry's pants
below his knees while the other boy squirmed in pretend resistance and then
suddenly Terry gave in and pulled his legs up so Chris could strip him.

His friend's surrender sent another shiver through Chris that brought more
throbs pulsing at the base of his rigid penis.  He hugged Terry, pressing
against the other boy's naked body, pretending to struggle but allowing
himself to be pinned so his underwear could be slid off.  Then he felt
Terry's fingers on the rigid shaft of his own straining penis and Chris
shuddered, hips bucking, because nothing he had ever done to himself in bed
or in front of the mirror had ever felt so good.  He caught his breath in a
soft moan and took hold of Terry's boner, stroking over its blunt tip that
was so like his own, rubbing firmly while he hugged his friend as tight as
he could.  The taller boy quivered, breaths catching in his throat.
"Ah...Ah...Uhhhhhhhh...""

Suddenly, the arm he had around the Chris tightened and his lean body
tensed.  Chris kept rubbing as his friend arched against him, and then
Terry's hips jerked and warm slippery drops came from his throbbing penis,
dribbling over Chris' fingers.

Chris had no idea what was happening.  All he knew was that holding Terry,
feeling him moving against his body, and the sliding of the other boy's
fingers on his rigid boner were the most wonderful things he had ever
experienced and he wanted them to go on forever... Then something pulsed
deep inside him, just like it had once in a wrestling match when he was
holding a boy who had looked like Terry, and suddenly he knew he was going
to pee and he squeezed desperately to hold back because he couldn't pee
now!  But it felt so good... so good... He didn't want it to stop, and he
hugged Terry, squeezing as hard as he could.  Then the something was making
his hips buck and there were throbbing jerks in his rigid penis, and he
wanted it to go on and on and on and on...

Heart pounding, Chris clung to his friend, pressing against Terry's smooth
lean warmth, feeling better than he had ever felt before, but at the same
time shamed by the wetness he could feel in his groin where he was sure he
had peed himself.  Letting go of Terry he glanced down anxiously to where
his friend was still holding him.

"Dude," Terry panted.  He half sat up and touched a finger to the
glittering droplet at Chris' tip and then showed off the wetness on his own
stiff shaft.  "Dude, we like both did it."

Chris stared at him, having only a vague notion of what it was they had
done - just knowing that he wanted to do it more - except he was still sure
he had wet himself.  Terry saw the look on his face and giggled.

"Was that like your first time?  Bet you thought you were peeing.  I did,
my first time."

He used a hand to milk his own shaft and smeared the drops that squeezed
from the slit onto his finger to lick it.

"It's jizz," he told Chris, grinning.  "This big kid like showed me.  He
shot in like these white gobs but he says when you first start it just like
comes out a little."

Chris had heard older boys talking in the locker room and now he thought he
understood.  He put a hand on himself, rubbing a little to feel the
slippery wetness.

"I can like do it in a Coke bottle by myself," Terry said.  "But it's like
a million times better with someone else."  Then he giggled again.  "Dude,
you do it like really, really good..."

This praise lit a glow in Chris and he decided to show his friend the trick
he had learned.  Smiling shyly at the taller boy he drew his legs up and
then rolled back in a half somersault, putting his knees on the quilt.  The
maneuver bent him double and put his groin so close to his face he was able
to take his stiff penis into his mouth.

"Oh wow!  Awesome!"  Kerry laughed and immediately rolled onto his back to
try it himself.  Chris uncurled to watch and saw right away that his
friend's lanky form was the wrong size.  After several attempts, the best
the taller boy could do was to brush the head of his stiff penis with the
tip of his tongue and he sat up looking on enviously while Chris rolled
back to slid his boner into his mouth once more.

"Dude, how did you learn that?"

Being able to do something his friend could not gave Chris great
satisfaction and he squirmed to bring his right hand to his butt so he
could show Terry the other thing.  Many times in bed or in front of the
mirror Chris had explored all the orifices of his body and now, with his
butt stretched open, it was easy to find his hole and put a forefinger into
it.  Sucking as hard as he could on his boner because he liked the way it
felt, Chris pushed into himself, squirming to press on the special places
he had discovered that would make his groin ache with pleasure.

Terry leaned forward, staring, eyes wide with interest.  "Let me," he
whispered, tugging at Chris' hand.  As soon as Chris' finger was out Terry
spit on his own and inserted it, pushing up further than Chris could go and
wiggling the tip.

Aching sensation radiated in Chris' groin, so intense it made him close his
eyes.  What Terry was doing felt so incredibly good!  His boner throbbed
with hardness as more pulsing brought drops oozing from his tip and he
squirmed moaning softly, spreading his thighs as far apart as he could.

"Dude, this is awesome!"  Terry breathed.  "Do it to me!"

Reluctantly, because he didn't want Terry to stop, Chris uncurled and
stretched out on his side facing his friend.  Terry wiggled close then took
him into his arms, pulling a knee up on Chris' hip.

"Put it in," he breathed in an excited whisper and then hugged while Chris
pushed between the silky mounds of Terry's butt and pressed a finger on the
other boy's opening.

Terry made a little sound as his tight ring was stretched, then Chris'
finger penetrated into the moist heat beyond and the dark-haired boy was
hugging him tightly.

"Uhhhhhh..." Moaning and squirming Terry clung tightly as Chris' finger
sank all the way in to press at the base of his penis.  Suddenly he jerked,
his ring contracting around Chris' penetrating finger, and then Terry's
lips were on his and they were hugging each other, with Terry's tongue
pushing against Chris' mouth.

Being kissed felt new and strange.  Except for his mother and grandmother
Chris had never kissed anyone in his life, but when Terry's lips touched
his it felt incredibly good and Chris opened his mouth to let his friend's
tongue slide in all the way.  Terry's hips bucked and knowing that he was
making his friend feel good sent a throbbing ache through Chris that
brought back the pressure like he had to pee.  Suddenly, his hips were
jerking along with Terry's and more wet droplets were rolling off the tip
of his boner.  For thrust after thrust he and Terry humped against each
other, then the dark-haired boy broke their kiss and rolled Chris onto his
back.

"Stick your legs like around my waist," he panted and Chris did it, taking
his finger out of Terry at the same time.

The dark-haired boy leaned over him and Chris felt something in his butt
that at first he thought was Terry's finger, but this was thicker and
filled him more.  It slid all the way in as Terry lay on him and then Chris
knew what it was and it felt so good, so awesomely good, that he clung to
his friend wrapping arms and legs around him and clutching tightly, trying
with all his might to pull the other boy in further, wanting more of him,
as much as he could, craving the penetrating fullness that was sending
surge after surge of achingly sweet pulsations through him.  He jerked - he
could not help it - and clung to Terry's slender wiry body, breaths
catching in his throat, as wave after wave of throbbing pulsations engulfed
him.  Holding Terry, feeling the other boy's movements and the sliding in
his butt, Chris arched, pressing against Terry's smoothness - the
smoothness there was so much like his own.  Behind his straining boner
pressure built again and with Terry in him there was no way he could
squeeze to hold back.  Chris jerked, moaning, as his hips bucked and
contraction after hard contraction throbbed in his rigid boner

Afterwards, Chris lay in his friend's arms, the warmth of Terry's lean body
pressing on his own, and it felt so good, so incredibly good...

"I got some crystal meth," Terry said to him.  "Tonight, when my parents
are gone we can do like a rave an' watch videos.  Then you can like do me,
too.  I'll show you how.  It's like so awesome..."

They kissed and Chris hugged his friend, wishing they could just keep doing
what they had been doing forever and never stop...

Whatever Terry wanted was all right.  Terry was the coolest, he was the
best, and the whole summer was ahead of them - long hot days of swimming,
exploring and having adventures they could share together.  He slid a palm
down the taller boy's silky back, feeling the swell of rib and muscle, then
the smooth firm mounds of butt.  When his friend pulled a knee up onto his
hip they kissed once more, hugging each other tightly, and Chris knew that
this summer was going to be the best, the most incredibly awesome best,
that he had ever had.

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