Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 12:20:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Flocala <flocala13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "GOD was generous" part 1

All the usual disclaimers apply...yada, yada, yada ....if you are not old
enough in your jurisdiction to read sexually explicit material then leave
now. IF you are old enough and want to read such martial, welcome and
thanks for reading.

             This is my first submission of a story, please be kind


We'd been riding our bikes through the woods for what seemed like hours
and I was hot and sweaty; thirsty, too. Damn it must've been 100 degrees
out that day. Finally Michael stopped and got off his bike. Without a
word he ducked behind a large tree and disappeared. I followed the sound
of rustling branches and breaking twigs and tried to catch up with him.
Where in the hell was he going?

All of a sudden I heard the gentle sound of running water and emerged
into a clearing where water came gurgling to the surface from seemingly
nowhere and ran down a gentle slope creating a small creek or stream.
Michael had pulled his shirt off and was lying on his bare chest, mouth
near the source of the stream, drinking in large gulps.

He looked up at me, smiled, and told me to remove my shirt before I
joined him; his Mom would be furious if I got grass stains on it as they
were a bitch to get out in the laundry.

Sounded good to me, laundry and grass stains be damned, I was hot and
thirsty and quickly did as he said. As I raised my arms over my head
while removing my shirt he briefly got a funny look on his face, but went
back to drinking as I joined him. The water was cool, if not cold, and
delicious as only spring water ever is.

We then stretched out in the shade of a tree and just chilled out for a
while. From time to time when he thought I wasn't looking Michael stared
at me with that look on his face. Honestly it was starting to creep me
out a little bit. Finally he sat up and said "So, hmm, Justin I thought
my Dad said you were like 19 months younger than I am".

Ok, I guess a little background is needed here. As you must have figured
out I am Justin. When this took place I had just turned 12 and had come
to live with Michael and his parents. Michael's Dad was my father's
best friend, fraternity brother and my Godfather.

My parents had died in a car accident something like six months earlier.
Due to the fact that we lived in France, the accident had happened in
Spain, I am a dual national German/American citizen and Michael's family
lived in the US it took months to straighten out all the legal details,
etc to get me living with them.

"I guess, I don't know for sure. I just turned 12 like 2 months ago.
How old are you?" I replied and "why do you ask?" Michael looked at me
funny again and said that yeah, the math worked out, as he was going to
be 14 in a little over a month. Suddenly he gets up, starts jogging off
in the same direction as the stream and hollers at me to follow him. A
couple minutes later we arrive at a place where "our" stream and two
other's converge into a small pond before continuing down the hill as
one larger stream.

Michael looks at me (with that same funny look) and says this is his
secret swimming hole, although some of his friends have been here with
him so it's not totally secret.

Finally I've had enough and ask him "what's up with the funny looks?"
Michael kinda blushes and stammers and finally says "well, first off
I'm by far not the smallest kid in my class and you're practically as
tall as I am, but almost two years younger. Then when you took your shirt
off back there I saw that you have as much, maybe even more, hair in your
armpits than I do. I was the first one of my friends to get pit hair and
I've got more than any of them, yet here you are with as much as I
got."

Ok, so I guess, yeah, I did hit puberty somewhat early. Now I started
smiling and finally a giggle escaped my lips and soon enough I was
laughing. It was one of those silly, infectious laughs and in no time
Michael was giggling and laughing along with me. Finally catching out
breaths Michael asks me what was so funny. So I say..."well, you got a
little bit of a sag going on there, so I know you are wearing boxers
underneath, not swimming trunks. You didn't tell me to wear swimming
trunks and this here is your "secret" swimming hole, so I'm just
guessing it is a skinny dipping hole, right?" He blushes a little bit
and agrees that it is indeed. SO I continue " so, hmm, yeah you noticed
that I hit puberty kind of early and have as much pit hair as you. So,
hmm, you're really going to freak when I drop my shorts. I already have
a full bush of pubic hair. Also hmm, this is hmm, well, FUCK I'll just
say it, but the day I was born, GOD was very generous down there. My dick
is already as big as my Dad's was and I'm still growing. And then
remember I might be an American citizen, but I was born in Germany, so
I'm not circumcised, either. Don't know if you are or not, but I think
circumcision is still fairly common here in the USA and I'm not sure
if...FUCK I don't know what I'm saying. Let's just get undressed and
in the water, I'm burning up here it's so fucking hot"

Without a word, but without taking his eyes off me he strips, tells me to
do the same and runs and jumps into the middle of the swimming hole. The
rest of the afternoon was spent horsing around in the water as only two
carefree boys can do. There was all the usual grab ass, dunking, etc and
Michael staring at me as we lay in the sun long enough to dry off before
putting our clothes back on. I admit I did some looking myself, as he was
the first boy I'd ever seen with a cut cock. In Europe everyone had
their foreskin. While we were biking back to the house he asked if I
jerked off often and I just laughed and said probably no more or less
than he did. He asked if I could shoot yet or if I still had dry cums. I
just looked at him and asked "What do you think?" As we pulled into the
garage to put our bikes up he smiles and says "bedtime is going to be
fun" and disappears into the house yelling "Mom, we're home"



Should I continue with chapter two? I'll let you readers decide. Tell me
if you want to hear more. Some of the names and places have been changed,
but the story is based in fact.


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