Date: Wed, 03 Aug 2011 17:58:12 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 27 of Just Like Scott by Hans Schrieber

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 27

Nothing Else Matters

	While Scott was at the farm, Sammy had been over to Tommy's house
since breakfast. They played video games together for hours until Tommy's
mom finally insisted that the two of them go outside and get some
exercise. "What do you wanna do?" asked Tommy.

	"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

	"I don't know, I asked you first."

	"Well, I brought my Speedo, we could go swimming."

	Tommy agreed and they headed into his bedroom to change. They
pulled off their shirts, shorts, and socks. Tommy dug through his drawer to
find his blue suit while Sammy pulled his red one from his bag. Sammy stood
and Tommy turned around and they both pulled off their boxers at the same
time. Tommy grabbed his little weenie and said, "I wish we could do some
sexy stuff."

	"Yeah, me too, but your mom is hanging around too much."

	"I know," Tommy agreed as they pulled their suits up over their
little balls and dicks. Tommy fiddled with his drawstring and asked, "So
did you and Scott do sexy stuff together this morning?"

	"Nah, he wasn't even home. He and Mike are getting back to being
friends and Scott spent the night over to Mike's place last night. But I
wouldn't have anyway, since I was coming over here."

	"Oh, cool." Tommy seemed pleased that Sammy hadn't already done any
sexy stuff, but even more so that Sammy was looking forward to doing it
with him.

	"We should do our laps and practice our strokes," Sammy suggested.

	"I'd rather practice stroking what's in our laps instead," Tommy
said as he pushed Sammy in.

	Sammy came up laughing and said, "You're gonna get it for that."

	Sammy pressed his body against the side of the pool and with both
hands on the ledge jettisoned his body up and out of the pool.  He started
chasing Tommy around the backyard as fast as his long slender legs could
run. Tommy was laughing and squealing when Sammy tackled him. The grass
tickled against their bare skin. "Hey you better watch out for the big
goose."

	"Goose? What are you talking about. We don't have a goose in our
yard, you do."

	"Yeah, I know, but I'm talking about this goose," Sammy said. He
reached between Tommy's legs and gave a groping squeeze as Tommy squawked
like a goose.

	"AHHHH! My nuts! Tommy cried out.

	"Gotcha," Sammy yelled as he ran back and plunged head first into
the pool. When Tommy got to the pool's edge, walking bow-legged and tugging
at his crotch, Sammy begged a favor, "Hey dude, get me my goggles please."

	"Catch." Tommy tossed the goggles into the water next to Sammy and
then put his own on. He jumped in and the two of them worked on their
freestyle, butterfly, and breast strokes. Both of them were getting
steadily better at swimming. It was so fun to be doing it together as
friends.

	"Dude," Sammy praised as they stopped in the shallow end to rest,
"that was an awesome turn you just made."

	"Thanks," Tommy beamed. "I've been watching how you do it and
started twisting earlier. I want to swim just like you."

	"You've totally got your turns figured out."

	After a breather, they started up again doing the butterfly
stroke. That one wore them out pretty quickly. Sammy climbed out of the
pool and did a cannonball off the diving board. Tommy laughed at the huge
splash it made. Tommy sprung high off the board and did a 360 degree spin
then sunk straight to the bottom. He pushed off the bottom of the pool and
swam back up to the surface. Sammy swam out to his buddy and dunked him
then pushed off him with his feet and swam to the shallow end. Tommy took
off swimming after him full speed and dove under just as he reached
him. Sammy watched curiously as Tommy spun and grabbed Sammy's jewels
through his Speedo. Tommy came up laughing. "Hah, watch out for my goose,
he can swim. Now we're even!" Tommy called. The two wrestled around in the
water for a while then they climbed out and lay spread eagle on the warm
cement.

	Tommy glanced over and admired his friend's body. He was impressed
with how much Sammy's muscles had already grown since they started swimming
lessons. "Hey Sammy, have you noticed how much your muscles are growing?"

	"Yours are too. It's awesome. Before long, we're gonna look just
like Mike."

	"I'd even be happy to look just like Scott," Tommy said.

	"Yeah, even his muscles are getting bigger since he's been swimming
with us and also working on the farm helps him too, I think."

	"Hey Sammy?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Do you think our dicks will ever get as big as Scott's or Mike's?"

	"I don't know. I think mine will get like Scott's. Mike said mine
is about the same size as his when he was my age. Plus, my dad's and
Scott's are about the same size too, even when they get boned up, so mine
will probably be just like theirs."

	"Ohmahgawd, you saw your dad's boner? When?"

	"Oh, umm, well you can't ever tell if I say how. Promise?"

	"I don't know, what's it worth to you?"

	"It's worth your not being dead, cuz I'll kill you if you ever
tell. You have to pinky swear or I'm not even gonna tell you about it."

	"Okay, I promise." Tommy held out his pinky and Sammy linked it. "I
swear."

	"All right, well when Mike was staying over with me when my parents
went to Georgia, I needed my allergy medicine and we were looking all over
for it. I was looking in my parent's bedroom and I found these CD's in a
drawer. I was curious what they were, so I put one in the DVD player and
..." Sammy sat up to verify they were alone. They were, but he still
finished in a hushed tone. "It was a video of my mom and dad having sex
together."

	"What? No way! Are you kidding me?"

	"Nope, I swear it. It was freaky. I saw my mom's privates between
her legs and her naked titties and everything. Then I saw my dad's boner,
and I watched him put it her crack and they did it right there on the bed."

	"Holy crap! Did it make you horny?"

	"Yeah, sure. I couldn't believe it. I was just like staring. But I
only watched the one and put the others back."

	"Wow, that's crazy. Why would they take a video of that?"

	"Well, my dad said on the video he was doing it so he could take it
on business trips with him and when he got lonely for my mom in the hotel
at night, he could watch it."

	"Ohmahgawd, freaky! Now I'm really horny. I got a boner." Sammy
looked over and smiled at the lump in Tommy's Speedo. "I wish we could do
some sexy stuff."

	"Me too," Sammy agreed. "Seeing you get a boner made me get
one. Sammy reached down and squeezed his throbbing little dick through the
thin Lycra suit. But there's no way with your mom hanging around so much."

	"So what'cha wanna do instead? I'm tired of swimming," Tommy said.

	"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

	"I don't know."

	The two of them lay there watching the clouds drift across the blue
sky. They rolled over and let the warm concrete finish drying their front
sides. The concrete pressed uncomfortably on their stiff little dicks and
they rolled quickly over to their sides, facing each other.

	"Hey, I got an idea. But you can't be chicken."

	"What?"

	Tommy now sat up and verified they were alone. In a hushed tone, he
shared his suggestion.

	"Now? Today?" Sammy asked. "If we get caught, we could be in
trouble."

	"We won't get caught. We'll promise to be home before dark, and my
mom will never know what we did. Call your mom and see if you can spend the
night and ask her to bring your stuff over and also bring your bicycle."

	Sammy wasn't sure it was a good idea, but he agreed to go
along. The enticement of sexy stuff and the overall excitement of Tommy's
idea overcame his better sense. He figured they were old enough to start
doing a few sketchy stunts like they'd heard the older guys brag
about. They went inside and put Tommy's plan into motion. Sammy received
permission to spend the night at Tommy's house and his mom headed over to
bring his overnight things and his bicycle. The two boys rushed to Tommy's
room to change out of their Speedos. Tommy pulled out his backpack from
school and he stuffed a few necessary items into it.

	While Tommy was messing with the backpack, Sammy started looking
through the yearbook from last school year on Tommy's desk. Tommy came and
peered over his shoulder and asked, "What'cha doing?"

	"I was just looking at some of the girls from sixth grade. Who do
you like?"

	"I think Marissa is hot. Who do you like?"

	"I really like Chrissy, a lot. She's cute and nice, and she has a
really great smile." Sammy gazed off with a faraway look on his face.

	"Yeah, she really likes you a lot too, I can tell."

	"You think so? How can you tell?" Sammy couldn't mask the
excitement in his voice.

	"Remember when she came over and made you smile so all the girls
could see your dimples? Well I heard them talking after that, and she
didn't really get forced to do it, she volunteered."

	"Really? She did?"

	"Yeah, she said you were the cutest boy in sixth grade."

	"Wow. You think she might grow some tits over the summer?" Sammy
asked as he slid his finger back and forth across the yearbook picture of
Chrissy.

	"Probably, she had small ones starting already. She wore a bra."

	"Well yeah, but most girls started wearing bras even if they were
as flat as you just so they would fit in."

	"Yeah, that's true."

	"You gonna try and get a girlfriend in seventh grade?" Sammy asked
as he peeled off his damp Speedo. Tommy peeled his damp suit off as well,
and they stood side by side, drying off their naked middles.

	"Maybe, but it's harder for me cuz I'm not as big and handsome as
you are. Are you gonna try to get one?"

	"I might. I sort of want to, especially if I could get Chrissy. And
if she's grown real tits over the summer, then I am for sure."

	Tommy shrank slightly and Sammy noticed. "What?"

	"Well if you get Chrissy to be your girlfriend, does that mean you
won't hang out with me anymore, and we won't do sexy stuff no more?"

	"Heck no, freckno!" Sammy adamantly declared. "I'd never do that
and even if I have a girlfriend, or if you do, we still have to keep doing
sexy boy stuff together; It's just too cool."

	"Great!" Tommy reached over and started rubbing Sammy's dick making
it grow stiff. Sammy reached down and started rubbing Tommy's for him. They
were smiling at each other and just starting to really get into it when
Tommy's mother interrupted their fun by calling for them down the
hall. They both scrambled to find their boxers and get them on before
Mrs. Davis appeared through the closed door.

	When she left, Tommy finished pulling on his shoes, grabbed the
backpack and said, "Come on, we'll have our sexy fun later. Let's go."

	"I'm right behind you, Spiderman. I hope this is a good idea."

	Meanwhile, back at the farm, Mr. Jenkins stood in the doorway of
his mud room smiling broadly and saluted Mike and Scott as they rode off
together on Scott's Yamaha. He turned and spat a mouthful of brown tobacco
juice into the gravel. Wiping off his chin, he headed to the kitchen for a
glass of lemonade thinking back on his own "special" boyhood friend. Scott
reminded him of a bit of his old playmate. Those were happy carefree times.

 	Scott and Mike travelled cautiously since the only protective gear
they had on were helmets, gloves and goggles. When they reached the track
Nick and his brother had built, Scott stopped and had Mike climb off for a
minute. "Watch," he said. Scott went out on the track and rode through the
berms and over the whoops, and as he approached the double jump, the little
voice warned him against it. "No gear, you idiot, back off," the voice
scolded. Scott ignored the warning voice and rolled the throttle on and
launched off the jump. He easily cleared the opposite side, but his front
wheel hit a rock on the landing and jerked his handlebars sharply to the
left. Scott panicked and gripped the throttle tightly, fighting to keep
control of his machine. He righted the front wheel without crashing, to his
immense relief. He started breathing normally again and was able to act as
if nothing had happened when he rode back over to Mike.

	"Wow that was cool. You're awesome at this."

	"Thanks. Get back on now." Scott relished Mike's praise. It helped
equal his status in his mind with Mike's physical prowess in swimming. It
was okay to be good at different things and appreciate each other's
abilities without jealousy. They rode on toward the stand of trees by the
trailhead leading to Baker Reservoir. About a quarter mile before arriving
there, Scott stopped the dirt bike on a nice flat spot of road. Scott
killed the motor, they climbed off and removed their helmets.  Then he
leaned his Yamaha against a tree. He was wearing a mischievous grin. Mike
stood there, helmet in hand looking uncertain. Scott issued an order to,
"Get naked."

	"What?"

	"I said to get naked." Scott pulled his shirt off, followed by his
shorts and boxers. He left his shoes and socks on and replaced his
helmet. He stuffed his clothes in the backpack and Mike followed his
example, with a little nervous laughter. They were both giggling and
looking all around for any sign of onlookers.

	"What's this all about?" Mike asked in immense curiosity.

	"You'll see."

	Scott lifted the Yamaha away from the tree and said. "You're gonna
get your wish and we're gonna ride together naked."

	Mike laughed and said, "Cool!"  It was exciting and sketchy to the
max. Scott started the Yamaha and put it in neutral. He motioned for Mike
to climb on the front of it. Mike's eyes grew wide with hesitation. "I
don't really know how to ride one. You trying to kill me or something?
Maybe you just want to neuter me."

	Now Scott laughed. "NO! I don't want any harm to come to those
sweet things. Don't worry, I'll be on behind you and help you do it."

	Mike shrugged and climbed over the seat. Scott slung the backpack
on and then settled in behind him. Scott reached around pressing his bare
chest against Mike's bare back and pulled the clutch lever in. "Press down
with your toe on the shift lever," Scott instructed.

	"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mike asked.

	"No, but we're doing it anyway."

	Scott held onto the very end of the throttle and showed Mike how
much gas to give it as he assisted him in a slow release of the
clutch. Mike was white knuckling the grips. "Relax a bit. Don't squeeze so
hard," Scott suggested. "Your arms will get too tired if you're that
tense. Just pretend you're squeezing your dick when jacking off, that's
about the right amount of pressure."

	As they released the clutch together, the Yamaha surged forward and
Mike cried out, "Whoo-hoo!" Scott maintained his hands at the ready up by
the handlebars until Mike got the feel of things, just in case he needed to
retake control and keep them from crashing. Then Scott helped him roll off
the throttle and shift up into second gear. "Yeah! I'm doing it." Mike
shouted through his helmet. "This is exciting!"

	They rode off down the road and Scott wrapped his arms around
Mike's narrow waist to steady himself. The wind blowing over their naked
bodies felt fresh and exhilarating. Their naked flesh pressed against each
other and Scott delighted in the contact. Scott got an erection and he
scooted back to allow it to pop up then peeked down at it, rising proudly
from the black leather seat. His large balls were pressed against the seat
and Scott slid forward to squish his proud boner up against Mike's
backside.

	He felt Mike squirm around and the tip of his boner twitched
against the wrist of Scott's right hand. Scott slipped his hand down to
grip his friend's almost eight inch erection. Its warmth and pulsating
action was titillating. Scott kept his left arm wrapped around Mike and his
hand pressed to Mike's ribs to hold himself steady on the seat. He heard
Mike's joyful laughter through the helmet. Every time they hit a small bump
or swell in the road, Scott's dick would slide in its foreskin between
their bodies. Scott started jacking Mike's dick with his right hand as they
travelled down the power line road. Mike was yelling "Oh Yeah!" over and
over in his helmet.

	Now this had taken sketchy to a whole new level. Scott imagined the
look on the forest ranger's face if she happened to be travelling the
opposite direction and stumbled upon them. "This would definitely give her
something to talk about around the office," Scott mused.

	Eventually, they arrived at the trailhead. Scott reluctantly
released his grip on Mike's sexual throttle and took control of the
Yamaha's throttle to help Mike bring the bike to a safe stop. Mike did a
fine job clutching and braking to a smooth stop and they climbed off.

	"Know why I love motorcycles so much?" Scott asked.

	"Cuz they're fun to ride, I guess."

	"Yeah, but I just love having something powerful and exciting
between my legs."

	"Cool. I wouldn't mind if you put my powerful and exciting machine
between your legs." Mike said winking.

	"Sounds interesting. How much horsepower you got in it?"

	"I don't know about horsepower, but I'm hung like a horse, does
that count for something?"

	"Oh yeah! That definitely counts. Come on, let's go." Scott locked
his Yamaha to a tree. They stashed the helmets behind a rock and walked
butt naked along the path to the reservoir. They were more skipping than
walking and giggling like grade school kids playing grab-ass and flicking
each other's boners, teasing back and forth with each other. Scott let a
loud fart and they erupted in uncontrollable laughter.

	Eventually, their boners drooped to just a significant pudginess as
they approached the end of the trail. Before emerging from the brush, they
scoped out the pond area closely. Finding the coast was clear, they ran to
the water's edge and kicked off their shoes and pulled off their ankle
socks. Scott dropped the backpack, and they splashed into the pond
frolicking together as they had done so many times and for so many years as
young boys.

	They quickly regained their erections and kept them the whole time
they played in the water together. They grabbed and groped and pinched and
dunked each other. They scrambled up the rock and took turns showing off
their best stuff with the swinging rope. Mike did the last double flip and
Scott caught the rope and secured it. Then he dove off the rock into the
pond. Mike was sitting in the shallow edge of the pond and Scott swam over
to him. They sat side by side taking turns skipping flat rocks across the
cool water and reminiscing about the fun times they'd shared at this place.

	"Remember when we first came here how scared we were about swinging
on the rope off the big rock?" Scott asked.

	"Yeah, but it seemed so much higher up back then."

	"I know. We were just little squirts like Sammy and Tommy at that
time."

	"It was so great to see Sammy and Tommy having fun here together
when they came up with us the other day," Mike said. "It reminded me of us
at that age. Life was easy and sex was carefree back then."

	"Yeah," Scott agreed. "It was kind of weird for me to watch Sammy
mess around with other boys though. I'm sorry I got mad at you over that
whole thing about teaching him sex stuff. I just got sort of jealous about
you teaching him instead of me, and I didn't realize at first that it was
really Sammy coaxing you into it."

	"It's okay. I don't really blame you. I think if I had a little
brother I'd be just as protective over him. You were just doing what you
thought you should do as a big brother."

	Scott picked up a nice flat rock with smooth edges and slung it
across the water. It skipped nine or ten times and Mike let out an
appreciative "Oooooohh, nice one." A squirrel scurried along a tree branch
overhead and cocked it's head back and forth.

	"Wanna hear something weird, but kinda funny also?"

	"Sure."

	"This morning, I was going to find my mom to give her this letter
about the orchestra and I couldn't find her anywhere. So I went to check in
her bedroom and as I was about to open the door, I heard my parents having
sex. They were really getting into it and it was weird, but I couldn't stop
listening. Sick huh?"

	"Yeah, your parents really get into it when they make love. You can
tell they're really into each other," Mike absentmindedly blurted.

	"How would you know that?"

	"Oh. Ummm. Well, another fine mess you've gotten us into Ollie!"
Mike said blushing.

	"Spill it. What's going on?"

	"If I tell you, you gotta promise not to get mad."

	"That depends."

	"No. Pinky swear you won't get mad or I'm not talking."

	Scott held up his pinky and they linked fingers. "I swear."

	"Okay. When I was watching Sammy, we were looking for his allergy
prescription and he was looking in your parent's bedroom and he found some
things. He found a vibrator that he thought was a model rocket they were
hiding for him for Christmas. That was pretty funny, actually."

	"Oh my gosh, that is funny," Scott agreed.

	"He also found some videos on a group of CD's and some other
massager sex toys. We messed around in his room with the sex toys and
vibrator and while I took them into the bathroom to wash them all off,
Sammy started watching one of the CD's. It turned out to be a homemade sex
video that your dad made of them making love together. He said on the tape
that he wanted it for when he started missing your mom while he was away on
sales trips. Anyway, I know it was way wrong to keep watching it, but
... well ... you know it was sort of hard to resist."

	"OH MY GOD! You and Sammy watched a video of my parents doing it?"

	"Yeah."

	"OH MY GOD! So you and Sammy saw my mom and dad naked, having sex?"

	"Ummm, yeah. Doggie style, actually."

	"OH MY GOD!" Scott's mouth was gaping open and his eyes were bugged
out.

	"Come on now, don't pretend that if you found one of my parent's
videos by accident that you wouldn't have watched it too. Sammy wanted to
watch the others out on the big screen TV, but I came to my senses and felt
guilty and told him we were NOT going to watch any more. I made him promise
not to. I kinda still have a hard time looking at your mom without
picturing her on all fours with her juicy pussy exposed and tits dangling
down."

	"SHUT UP! OH MY GOD!" Mike started laughing at Scott's incredulity
and Scott was drawn into the laughter as well. Images better left
unimagined flashed through Scott's mind.

	"You're gonna go look for the CD's, aren't you?" Mike said with a
teasing glint in his eye.

	"No! Ewww. Some things are better left unseen. I don't even want to
imagine that, let alone see it. I can't believe Sammy saw it."

	Mike leaned over, closed Scott's jaw and kissed him on the
lips. "Thanks for not freaking out over that."

	Scott just smiled and slipped his hand behind Mike's neck and
pulled him back into his lips, hungry for the taste of Mike's soft, probing
tongue. They slipped into a side embrace and began making out together,
sucking and nibbling on each other's lips. Their dicks bobbed up out of the
cool pond water and bounced back to full erections. They found and gripped
each other and began gently stroking each other's throttles while they
sucked face.

	Scott licked all around Mike's full red lips, then pressed the tip
between them. Mike suctioned his buddy's tender tongue into his mouth
pulling it in as far as possible then clamping down on it with his
lips. Scott probed the roof of Mike's mouth creating sensual tickling
sensations along it. Each had one hand pressed behind their lover's head
and the other hand firmly gripping their friends hot, pulsating
erection. They were engaged in a slow sensual foreplay dance, swapping
tongues back and forth between each other's mouths and stroking each other
ever so slowly. The contrast of the hot sexual encounter above the water
and the cooling effect of the pond water on their legs and buttocks
compounded the intensity of the experience.

	"Want to go to Sex Meadow for a picnic?" Scott whispered.

	"Sure, but what about your "no sex" vow? Have you left the
monastery?"

	"Yup! I'm a free man and I'm all yours."

	"Cool! Holy shit what are we doing sitting here? Let's go!" Mike
jumped up and dragged Scott onto his feet. Scott chuckled at Mike's
exuberance, grabbed the backpack and they both carried their shoes and
socks with them as they waded up the stream toward the meadow. The cool
water rushed past their bare legs splashing up onto their thighs as they
carefully picked their way up the stream on the large smooth rocks covering
the bottom.

	At the meadow, Scott exited the stream and moved out onto the long
grass of the meadow. He turned to watch Mike lay down and immerse his body
into the deepest pool near the edge and emerge from his watery burial with
his blonde hair streaked back off his tall forehead. Scott became
physically weak as he watched in wondrous awe while Mike's muscular, well
sculpted body emerged from the stream toward him. Mike was covered in a
sheen of glimmering water. Small droplets formed and slid seductively down
his broad, highly developed pecs and rippled abs. A small stream followed
the sharp "V" shape from his hips toward his perfect loins. Shimmering
diamond droplets were caught in the tangle of wet, matted pubic hairs
crowning his flaccid, yet slightly inflated, center of attraction. His body
was a deep bronze except for the triangular, white skin where his Speedo
covered his precious jewels but it worked to highlight his majestic sexual
parts. His amazing penis was impressively long and hung loosely between his
powerful thighs. The potential energy burgeoning within it caused Scott to
tremble in anticipation. Behind the object of Scott's greatest desire hung
two well proportioned testicles containing the sweet juices of his tender
fruits tucked nicely in a soft, smooth pouch. Mike smiled knowingly as
Scott lifted his gaze to Mike's sparkling blue eyes. His wonderful smile
and glittering eyes warmed Scott from within. This god-like creature was
his to have.

	Scott quickly pulled out a couple of large towels and laid them out
on the meadow grass. Then from the back pack he pulled out two wine glasses
that had been wrapped in paper towels. He extracted a sports bottle full of
lemonade and poured them each a glass full. They found some flat rocks to
rest the glasses on. Scott pulled out a baggy of carrot sticks, then two
roast beef sandwiches and a ripe, fuzzy peach for each of them.

	They sat Indian style and shared the picnic together. They stole
little kisses between bites of their sandwiches. Mike unfolded his right
leg and extended it into Scott's crotch. Tenderly, he stroked his long toes
through, Scott's brown curly pubic hair. Scott reached down and rubbed the
long, wide foot and massaged up Mike's firm calf muscles. He could feel the
powerful strength within them. Mike's dedication to his swimming had paid
significant dividends. Mike slipped his toes lower and rubbed gently along
Scott's slightly tumescent penis. Scott instinctively widened his thighs
and pressed into Mike's foot. Mike spread his big toe and second toe and
pressed Scott's soft dick between them and pulled Scott's foreskin down
over his large mushroom head and pinched the skin over the tip until it
slipped free and retracted back into place.

	"Mmmmm, feels nice," Scott purred. Mike took another bite of his
sandwich and repeated the process. It was barely possible the second time
as Scott's penis had inflated. By the third time, Scott was fully erect and
enjoying the sensual massage by Mike's foot along his engorged organ and
into his soft, cozy scrotum. Small droplets of pre-cum beaded from the slit
and dripped from the small pinch of foreskin. Mike fondled and rolled
Scott's burgeoning testicles back and forth with his large and talented
toes. Scott continued to rub and tickle the top of Mike's pleasure giving
foot with his free hand tracing along the bones to each toe and back up
around his ankle bones. He found himself absentmindedly humping into
sensitive base of Mike's foot creating an erotic response in Mike. Soon,
Mike's erection had grown to mirror Scott's.

	They reminisced about the many times and great adventures they'd
shared in this meadow. They remembered the time Sammy got his clothes
stolen, but Scott was careful not to bring up the negative part about Mike
not sticking around to help Sammy while he went for help. Instead, he
talked about Sammy and Ribs playing cowboys and Indians while they waited
to get rescued. They both laughed as Scott jumped up and did an Indian
dance around their picnic hopping from one leg to the other and tapping his
fingers over his mouth to make the sound. His now rock hard, dripping dick
was flopping about like crazy.

	They remembered the first time they tried doing 69 there in the
meadow while Nick and Toad watched in awe. Scott recalled that was the
first time Nick got a blowjob from Toad and was never the same after
that. He had become a suck-off junkie after that. They remembered that it
seemed Nick had always been a fuzzy bear with hair on his body as long as
they could remember. They laughed about the memory of the circle jerks they
held together and the loser had to lick cum off everyone's bellies. Scott
admitted he purposely held off sometimes in order to lose, just to see how
everyone else tasted. They remembered betting Ribs that he couldn't really
suck his own dick after his brother claimed that he could. They all ended
up owing him five bucks when he twisted himself into a ball and began
sucking on his long, skinny dick.

	"Oh yeah, I remember we were all standing around him and it was so
hot watching him, and then we all started jacking ourselves off while he
did it; when he gave himself an orgasm, you, me and Nick all lost control
and shot our cum on him," Scott recalled.

	"None of it compares to that experience in Nick's truck," Mike
said, getting serious for a minute. "That changed me. Forever, I think."

	"Me too," Scott admitted. "I only regretted that we had no time to
appreciate it afterwards."

	"Let's fix that this time."

	"Yeah. Let's," Scott agreed.

	They both ate their peaches as dessert and the juice dribbled down
their chins and onto their chests. They were very juicy, ripe peaches and
the taste was delicious. Scott loved the soft fuzzy feeling of a peach. It
reminded him of a nice set of balls. It occurred to him how similar the
feel of the peach was to the soft deer scrotum on the old truck's shift
lever. He smiled at the comparison. He felt a smidgeon of appreciation for
the help Mr. Jenkins had provided when he described what he wanted to do
with Mike. He wasn't such a bad old guy after all.

	The juice was so prevalent, it was dripping all over them including
onto their large, rigid dicks. They laughed at each other as they watched
the spectacle.  A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees
and cooled their skin where the juice dripped over them. The stream babbled
on endlessly in its eternal flow toward the peaceful stillness of the
reservoir below. Late afternoon sunshine filtered through the trees and a
ray of light spotlighted Scott as he devoured the last juicy morsel of his
peach and tossed the pit away. Mike thought it made him look a bit like an
angel - his angel. Mike finished his peach and said, "You're a mess."

	"So are you."

	"What should we do about it?" They smiled coyly at each other and
Mike crawled across his towel and began licking the peach juice off Scott's
chest. "Mmmm, nice. Peach flavored Scott - my favorite kind." They giggled
and licked at each other for several minutes. Mike loved Scott's wide
nodular tongue gliding over his firm chest. Scott nibbled at Mike's small
pink nipples and sucked the tiny protruding nubs between his teeth. This
drove Mike crazy and he grabbed Scott's head and pressed him deeply into
his flexing pecs while Scott more aggressively nibbled , bit and sucked
this exceptionally erogenous zone of his best friend.

	They both regained full erections from the erotic tongue
action. Mike pushed Scott onto his back and slurped his peach flavored
stick into his mouth. Scott sighed in appreciation. Mike pulled off and
said, "Damn, we could market this, peach flavored dicks. We'll get rich."
After a thorough cleaning of Scott's electrified erection, including a
thorough tonguing beneath the foreskin shroud, Scott swapped positions and
enjoyed his own peach flavored treat. He licked Mike's contracted balls,
which reminded him of a fuzzy peach, and then he moved down to his perineum
and back up to suck on Mike's extraordinary, long shaft.

	Scott employed all the magic trumpet techniques that Nick loved and
praised so much. Mike squirmed and cried out in moans of extreme pleasure
while Scott gripped his raging hard shaft between his strong lip muscles,
flicking his tongue across Mike's frenulum in rapid action. Mike squirmed
and groaned in appreciation of Scott's technique. Then Scott pressed his
tongue against the spongy underside of Mike's powerful dick trapping it
against the roof of his mouth and sucked it slowly, steadily to the back of
his throat. Mike's amazing organ was so long that Scott had to really
concentrate on relaxing his throat completely in order to take all of it in
at once. A full two inches pushed past Scott's tonsils into his expanded
esophagus until Scott's nose buried into Mike's downy pubic hairs.

	"Oh my ..." Mike gasped. Scott's throat refused to remain open but
Scott forced himself to retain the sensitive glans buried within his throat
as he began convulsing on it. "OH, ohohoh, OOooohhh," groaned Mike as the
convulsing esophagus worked and exploited every nerve in his large,
mushroom shaped head. Unable to prevent it any longer, Scott's throat
expelled the invading monster. Mike was panting and said between gasps of
breath, "Oh ... my ... God, do ... it ... again." Scott swallowed and
sucked his friend's massive pole back into place, relaxed and swallowed him
in again. Scott drew in a breath filtered through Mike's blond pubes and
registered the smell into his memory. Before Mike lost control, which was
imminent, Scott pulled off and took a break. He gave one last, slow,
sensual lick from the length of Mike's perineum up over his peach sized sac
and all along the full length of Mike's long, engorged shaft.

	Scott reached over and pulled a condom and a bottle of Mr. Jenkins'
lube from the backpack and asked. "You know how to use one of these?"

	"I think so," Mike said with a smile. "I hope it's big
enough. We've gotta get me some bigger ones but we'll make do." He
literally tore it from Scott's hands and ripped it open. In shaky
anticipation, he rolled it onto his anxious dick then lubed it up. Scott
pulled his knees up with his hands and offered up his quivering love canal
to his best friend in the whole wide world. Mike poured a liberal amount of
lube over Scott's quivering hole and worked it in with a finger. Scott
enjoyed the probing finger into his anxious cavern. He squeezed against
Mike's finger and felt his knuckle slip in and out of the clenched
ring. Mike moved into position and pressed his large dickhead against the
entrance.

	"Are you ready?" Mike asked.

	"Abso - fucking - lutely! Enter at will."

	Mike placed a hand on either side of Scott's ribs and pushed his
powerful tool into his lifetime friend.

	"Ohhh yes," Scott murmured. "Fill me up, Mike. Fill me all the way
up." Mike complied and whimpered in ecstasy as he deliberately pressed his
large, virile tool deeply into Scott's shed. It was indeed the finest tool
that had ever been inside Scott's shed. At the apex, Mike simply held
himself firmly implanted deep within Scott's bowels. Mike's balls were
pressed against Scott's butt cheeks. They stared appreciatively into each
other's eyes as their bodies were inseparably connected. "I love you,
Mike."

	"I love you too, Scott." Mike smiled and pulled backwards trying to
concentrate on every sensation pulsating from every cubic millimeter of his
penis as he began a slow and rhythmic humping motion. Scott clenched around
the perimeter of Mike's large dick as it pierced his entryway. Being filled
with another boy's erect sexual organ was the pinnacle of sexual eroticism
for Scott. It was the object of nearly every jackoff session he'd performed
since the first experience at Camp Challenge. He longed for it daily and
being filled with the sexual organ of a true friend and lover amplified the
sensuality of the experience.

	Scott peered down and watched as Mike's largess slipped in and out
of sight. The swollen purple veins meandering along the surface of Mike's
beautiful organ appeared and hid with each slow, deliberate thrust. The
ridge of Mike's large, mushroom shaped head dragged itself across the
incredibly stimulated prostate within him. Not normally given to produce
much pre-cum, Scott was impressed with the steady oozing of milky white
seed being expertly pumped out through his throbbing, hooded tube,
effectively irrigating his abs and pubes. Scott scooped a dab onto his
fingertip and tasted his sweet issuance. Then he offered some to Mike,
lifting a finger full to his ruby lips. Mike hungrily consumed the sweet
nectar, suckling it greedily from Scott's finger.

	Mike picked up the pace and the increase in speed heightened the
effect on Scott's prostate sending waves of pleasure throughout his
internals and causing his own erection to twitch and jerk with each
powerful thrust. Scott swallowed hard and allowed his mind to explore and
dwell randomly on the sensations emanating from his dick, anus, perineum,
balls, and prostate. The tingles spread up his spine and neck spreading out
like small tentacles across his entire brain.  Mikes face displayed his own
rapture as the urgent sexual climax grew more and more near. His eyes were
closed and his delicious lips parted ever so slightly. His breathing was
ragged and his square jaw quivered in serious concentration.

	Scott watched in satisfied amusement as Mike's face contorted. The
veins on his neck popped out and his lips pulled outward in distorted
fashion exposing his clenched teeth. Mike slipped his hands up onto Scott's
shoulders and pulled himself deeply into Scott's body and then erupted into
a frenetic act of fornication pounding in and out in wild, uncontrollable
abandon. Scott loved the powerful fucking action as Mike slammed his balls
onto his ass cheeks and drove his scorching hot dick deeply into his
welcoming bowels.

	The frantic stimulation on Scott's prostate drove him to temporary
insanity as he grabbed his own dick in desperate need of release and jerked
himself off furiously as Mike continued to pound in and out of his
ass. Suddenly, Mike called out, for all nature to hear, "I FUCKING LOVE
SCOTT JOHNSON!" An intense blast of white hot cum exploded into the
condom's reservoir. Blast after blast erupted into the rubber containment
until it reached capacity and the excess semen spread over Mike's head and
shaft creating a unique and pleasurable experience. He shook and bounced as
powerful orgasmic waves coursed through his entire body leaving him in a
barely conscious state.

	Scott, literally felt the surge of rushing cum escape his balls,
pausing only momentarily in his ejaculatory glands before being projected
from his engorged, erect penis. The first eruption splattered over his face
and neck. Subsequent eruptions, accompanied by the indescribably unique
sensation that accompanies achieving a sexual release, spread over his
chest, stomach and abdomen.

	When the final ejaculation had escaped and given way to residual
oozing, Scott drew in a desperately needed breath and cried out for the
world to hear, "I LOVE MIKE LEWIS!" Then, it was over. Mike lowered himself
slowly onto Scott's sweating torso and pressed his lips over Scott's. Mike
licked Scott's peach nectar from his neck, cheeks, and lips. They kissed
tenderly and deeply, sharing Scott's sweet cum between them. Mike kept his
manhood pressed firmly inside Scott's body while Scott probed his friend's
oral cavity. Being connected in Scott's warm anus and above with Scott's
tongue implanted in Mike's suckling mouth evoked an image of an infinite
circle of love, bonding themselves together with no beginning and no end.



	Slowly, while they French kissed and smooched during the ensuing
afterglow, Mike's dick shriveled and was spat out from Scott's rectum with
an audible plopping sound followed by a rumbling fart. This evoked giggles
from the young lover boys. They continued their kissing and gentle
caressing of each other's bodies for a while enjoying the feel of Scott's
warm, slippery semen between their firm young bodies. Scott's hands roved
all over Mike's athletic back and buttocks. He scratched, massaged and
tickled his friend's tanned skin while they kissed and smiled glowingly at
each other. Mike mostly spread his fingers through Scott's beautiful thick
brown locks while they kissed and rubbed noses.

	Two young sparrows flitted about and squawked at them from the
nearby trees. "Go on and leave us be," Scott called out to them. "Go off
and have your own fun." The young sparrows flitted about and squawked some
more in agreement then complied and flew off.

	Sammy and Tommy stifled snickers and released each other's little
hairless dicks. They pulled up their shorts and stealthily crept away as
quietly as Indian braves back into the brush. They reached their bicycles
completely undetected and sped off down the road, horny and
tittering. Tommy's idea hadn't turned out exactly as they planned, but it
had been pretty cool watching Mike and Scott from the bushes instead. They
were anxious to get back to Tommy's house and try out some of the new, fun
looking things they just witnessed taking place in Sex Meadow.

	The two teenage lovers sat up, shared one last kiss and then walked
hand in hand to the stream. They lay down in the cool, refreshing water and
washed each other clean.  They stood and embraced, knee deep in the
swirling water of the stream's eddy and kissed some more unwilling for the
experience to be over. They continued exploring their young, intoxicating
bodies with their roving hands. They rubbed each other's backs and firm
asses while they kissed and nibbled on each other's lips. Their limp and
spent dicks played nicely against each other as they pressed and ground
themselves together.

	"We better get back before it gets dark," Scott reluctantly said.

	"Yeah. I guess we have to."

	"That was wonderful."

	"That was more than wonderful, it was perfect," Mike corrected.

	As they gathered up their picnic trash and rolled up the towels,
Mike said, "Scott, when we were little, I always wanted to be just like
you. You were the funny one and the cute one with the dimples all the girls
loved. You made the day of any girl you said hi to. You were smart and
clever and musically talented. I started to realize early on, I was in love
with you and it scared the hell out of me. Once you introduced me to oral
sex back when we were twelve, I knew I was hooked for life."

	Taking a deep breath and looking deeply into Scott's eyes, he
continued, "I worried about those feelings every day. No matter how I
tried, I couldn't stop thinking about you. When we were apart, seeing you
again became the only thing in my life that mattered. It scared me. Then,
when we got to high school and I fell in with the jocks and swim team, I
saw a chance to try and make you 'More Like Mike.' Or, at least, more like
the Mike I thought I was supposed to be like."

	He paused again then continued, "I even imaged it might be possible
that we could hook up with some hot chicks and everything would change and
my fears would all fade away. That's why I talked you out of being in the
band. It even worked a little bit. But instead of making us happier, it
just made us both miserable. Then, when you really discovered yourself at
Camp Challenge with Tom's help and came home seeming so confident in
yourself and determined not to let me mold you into someone you weren't
anymore, all my fears were forced back to the surface. I finally let myself
accept what I'd suppressed for so long, my absolute unquestionable love for
you. I decided nothing else in the whole world mattered besides loving
you. Then the experience in Nick's truck the other day and now, more than
ever, sharing the intensely beautiful thing we just shared together here in
our meadow - I've finally figured out what Mike really needs to be like
when it comes to understanding and sharing love.

Mike beamed lovingly and with shimmering blue eyes said, "I need to be
... Just like Scott!"

The End! That's all there is and there is no more.

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	I hope you have enjoyed my tale as much as I have enjoyed writing
it. This is my first story attempt, except for a short story I wrote for a
High School English class. Along the way, I was inspired to write several
others and you can find those under my name in the Prolific Author's tab on
Nifty, if you're interested.

	I so appreciate all of the readers who encouraged me along the
way. I especially appreciate Pablo, Smallfox and Flip for their editing
skills that made the later chapters so much better. If you have enjoyed the
effort I put into this story, (I had no idea what it takes when I started
or I might never have started) I ask one small favor. Please just drop me a
short email. I would like to know how many people have read this story to
the ending. Additional comments are welcome and highly appreciated but not
necessary. There is no other way for an author to know his readership on
Nifty. I thank Nifty for hosting the story. If the interest is there, I am
considering a sequel at some time in the future. I thank you for reading.

I hope all things in life work to your eventual good, Just Like Scott.-Hans
Schreiber, h.schreiber@hushmail.com