Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 14:32:32 -0400
From: Alpha Omega <n_transit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rise & Shine

I was the first to awake that morning just as the first hint of daylight
filtered into the tent. Sleeping outdoors in the warm humidity of a Florida
summer plus having only the sleeping bag to lay upon didn't really
encourage a sound sleep. I awoke with a pee boner pressed between me and
the sleeping bag. The night before Bobby had told me if I needed to have a
pee to go behind the garden shed that stood in the far corner of the
backyard.

Getting on my hands and knees, I unzipped the flaps of the 2-man tent and
stuck my head through. The tent was pitched in such a way that I could see
both the back of Bobby's house and the far section of privacy fence which
ran the perimeter of his backyard. A painted metal shed like they sold at
Sears stood in the corner. I noticed there was about a two foot seperation
behind the back of the shed and the fence. I pondered putting on my
cut-offs, but decided to risk it. Not seeing any lights burning inside the
house, I figured it was safe to go outside in just my underpants,
underpants that showed a very noticable erection.  Crawling out of the
tent, I could feel the cool morning dew on the surface of my bare feet as I
jogged towards the shed. Turning sideways, I made my way to the far end of
the shed. I tugged down the front of my briefs and gripped my stiffy with
my finger and thumb midway down and pointed it slightly away from me. My
boner twitched a couple of times as I waited for my flow to begin. I sighed
as the warmth from my urine passed through my urethra and splashed high up
onto the surface of the fence. Seeing a mossy green coloring the wood, I
figured Bobby must have peed back here a few times when having backyard
sleepovers and wondered which of his friends had done the same. I had yet
to meet any of Bobby's friends, but knew that would soon change.

With my bladder empty, my penis deflated to it's normal flaccid size of
about two inches. I jiggled my now limp dick to remove any droplets of pee
before returning my waistband back in place with a snap against my
tummy. Looking down to make sure I didn't get any pee on my toes, I walked
back out towards the direction I came. I peeked out when I got to the edge
of the shed to make sure the house was still dark and saw Bobby trotting
towards me. My eyes were drawn to his briefs. Like me, just a moment
before, the front panel of his briefs were arched out with the ridge from
his morning woody.

"Man, I gotta pee soooo bad," Bobby said as I stepped out into the yard to
allow him into the gap between the fence and the shed. I contemplated
waiting for him, but decided he needed his privacy and made my way back to
the tent.

A minute or two later Bobby crawled back into the tent. I was sitting
Indian-style on my sleeping bag when he entered. Our eyes met as he crawled
inside with a mischevious grin. "I saw you looking at my boner," he said in
a mock accusatory tone to his voice. I giggled. "Yeah, I guess so. It was
sort of hard not to."

"You must have had one too when you peed. You squirt really high up on the
fence." I giggled again. "Yeah, I guess."

"You guess? Boy, do I need to teach you what a boner is too?" Bobby pushed
me onto my back at this point and used his body to pin me against the
sleeping bag. As we play wrestled, Bobby's hand went down in between my
legs and groped me again, like he had done the night before, his fingers
gently squeezing my crotch. My penis immediately responded by quickly
swelling into a full erection. "Now, Jack," Bobby said in a a sing-songy
voice, like a teacher's, "THIS is a boner." We giggled loudly. Bobby's
giggles trailing off, he looked down at me as I lay against the tent, the
morning light increasing behind his head through the tent's pitched
roof. Bobby had light brown hair that looked like it could have been blonde
when he was a baby and with the rising sun shining through the tent behind
him, almost appeared to be returning to blonde with the backlighting. "You
wanna do it again?" He said, his face having a look of expectancy in
it. "Won't your parents be getting up soon?" I responded, feeling his
fingertips gently tracing the ridge of my boner, causing my preteen boyhood
to make involuntary flexes. "Well, we can be quiet, I guess. Please, Jack?"
I could feel the warmth or Bobby's boner pressing against my outer thigh
and answered him with just a shy nod and said "Okay...but, just in case, we
better leave on our underwear."

I scooted over towards the center of the tent where our two sleeping bags
met, allowing me plenty of room to spread my legs as Bobby positioned his
knees between them before laying down on top of me. As we had done the
night before, our two groins soon were rubbing and pressing against one
another. The warm rubbery dense feel of Bobby's boner against mine,
seperated by the soft combed cotton of our briefs, wasn't as exciting as
direct flesh-against-flesh contact, but it was nonetheless very
exciting. "Let's leave them on but pull them down in front so we can touch
our dicks together." Bobby whispered in my ear. His words were edged with
horniness as I felt his fingers gripping the elastic band of my size 12
Fruit of the Looms, tugging the material down, and managing to snap the
waistband down under my powdery smooth hairless boy nuts. He arched up his
hips and fumbled to do the same with his own briefs before laying himself
back down. The incredibly smooth surface of his skin against mine, in
combination with the feverish heat emmanating from his boner made me shiver
in pleasure as we resumed our anxiously frantic dry humping. We began
grinding our groins together in faster and more athletic urgency, both
looking into each others faces as we did so. Bobby's hands reached down to
my undies, and gripped the material at the hips within his fists, using my
briefs to increase the leverage in his now rapidly pistoning back and forth
movements. I found my legs spreading further, and felt the tension of my
undies pressing into my skin more as I placed my hands over Bobby's
cotton-covered butt cheeks.  I loved the feel of their rubbery tension as
the two muscularly toned globes of boy flesh dimpled inwards with each
thrust he'd make. Bobby's head curled down to look at our dick's dueling
against each other and then it jerked back up. With an expression of utter
expectancy in his face, Bobby loudly whispered, "Cumming!" His butt cheeks
clenched tightly and shook against my palms as I felt his warm, hard
four-inch erection pulsing strongly in jerkish swells against my hairless
pubic mound. His head rolled back, stretching the corded muscles in his
neck and his eyes squeezed tight as I heard his now familiar gutteral tones
and felt his tummy contracting against mine. Seeing and feeling Bobby
orgasm sent me quickly to my peak. My slender hips and groin were wracked
with spasming contractions that caused me to buck uncontrollably. With the
rapid arrival of my orgasm too quick for me to form words announcing it, I
let out my less vocal puppy dog whimpers as my slender stiffy quaked in
deliciously hot, itchy tingles that exploded outwards into my spasming
tugged up nuts and my arched up thighs. The magical quality of boyhood sex
was how quickly and unexpectedly our orgasms would take place. After only
three sessions of dry humping, we were nearly to the point of cumming
simultaneously. The trigger always seeming to be when one of us would cum,
the other one would immediately react with his own orgasm.

I was still whimpering as I heard Bobby make a long, drawn out sigh. I
could feel his tensing tummy muscles against me slowly relax and his two
rubbery buns becoming pillowy soft. He rolled off of me and lay back on his
sleeping bag, as I watched him fondle his still quivering penis before
tugging up the waistband of his briefs to cover himself. My skinny three
inches of hard boy dick was still making arching upward lilts as the power
of my own orgasm began to subside, the blood that had engorged it starting
to flow back into my body.

Bobby turned his head to look at me, his cheeks flushed from his orgasm. We
smiled at each other, not saying a thing, as I arched up my hips and pulled
my now slightly stretched out briefs over my now semi-erect penis.

"Let's get dressed and get some cereal. I'm starving." Bobby said.