Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 21:15:50 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naked In The Night Part 4
Readers Warning; The following is a work of fiction, though inspired by
actual events. The Story contains elements of sexual play between young
boys, aged 12 - 13. If the subject matter offends you, or in not to your
taste, or if you are a minor and under the legal age, then you should read
no further.
Story written and posted by
This Boy's Life
Part Three Recap: Conner, who was 13, had helped, and befriended another
boy, Dakota, who was 12. Because of his kindness, and the new friendship,
Dakota decided to reveal a secret; the fact that he was gay. Conner seemed
unfazed by the revelation. He liked Dakota, and discovered he was actually
attracted to the other boy.
Dakota had spent the night, and before going to sleep, the two boys
shared an innocent kiss. In the morning however, they woke early, and
though both boys secretly wanted things to go further, both were too unsure
of themselves to let their wishes be known. Each then, unbeknownst to the
other, gave up on the idea, thinking that the moment had passed.
Naked In The Night
Part Four / A Bird in the Hand
The boys had nodded off again. It was after all only six forty five in
the morning; not the time for boys to get up during the summer. They slept
another hour and a half, before Dakota woke again. He glanced back over at
Conner, who was still asleep; and he sighed at the lost opportunity. He
was a little upset with himself.
After all, he had the courage to tell Conner that he was gay in the
first place, but now he was afraid to try and advance things further; for
fear of losing him as a friend. He truly liked Conner, but other than
their innocent kiss, which had just kind of happened in the moment; he had
no idea how Conner felt. He resolved to let it go; their new friendship
was too important to him.
About fifteen minutes later, he heard Conner stir, as the other boy
stretched and opened his eyes. "Morning..." Dakota greeted him quietly.
"Morning." Conner smiled in return. "Wanna' get some breakfast?" he
yawned, as he tossed the sheet off of himself, and got out of bed. He
stood still clad only in his black low rise Calvin Klein's, and stretched
broadly as he yawned a ferocious, lion like yawn.
Kota watched him; again struck by the splendid beauty of the other boy's
tanned, nearly naked physique. His wonderfully trim stomach, and the
appealing bulge behind the thin fabric of the briefs.
"Breakfast... Ya... That sounds good." Dakota managed to answer.
"Sounds good to me too." Conner said, still trying to wake himself
completely. He turned toward his closet, and without thinking, he slipped
out of his underwear, and tossed them into the hamper, then grabbed a new
pair from his drawer.
Dakota was mesmerized at the firm curves of his friends buttocks. There
was a narrow band of white, untanned skin there, showing clearly the low
cut of the Speedo's that he surely wore.
'Holy Shit.' Dakota thought to himself, as he pushed his fingers down
under the sheet, to reposition his stiffening boy part. Having pulled on a
fresh pair of undies, Conner turned back and looked at Kota.
"Well, are you getting up or what?" he said, as he pulled a tank top
over his head. "Do you need some fresh clothes? You can wear some of my
stuff if you want." he offered pointing to the dresser drawer, and closet.
Dakota got up, and slipped back into his shorts, then borrowed a tee
shirt. They went downstairs to the kitchen and poured a couple of bowels
of Raisin Bran cereal. Conner sliced up a banana, for both of them, and
then sprinkled a healthy dose (ok, unhealthy) dose of sugar on the top.
The boys opened the sliding glass door, felt that it was already
comfortable outside, so they took their breakfast and juice out onto the
deck. The backyard fronted a large greenbelt, so the view was of lush
greenery, washed by the morning sun.
"This is really pretty cool out here." Kota said between bites. "Neat
view, and no neighbors behind you. My backyard is so friggen small, and
the neighbors are like, right on top of us."
"Ya it's really private." Conner agreed. "Sometimes when no one's home,
I lay out on the deck all naked and shit, just to get a sweet tan."
"Really?" Dakota coughed a little, as he swallowed wrong. He cleared
his throat. "That would be so cool. I'd love to do that kind of shit."
"Ya? Well, maybe sometime you can, if you want."
"Cool..." Kota answered, almost too eagerly, which caused Conner to
smile. When they finished eating, they put their stuff away. Conner's
parents had long since left for work, but his mother had left a note, and
some chores for him to do.
Dakota offered to help him, which was pretty cool, and when they had
finished, they decided to head over to the park again, to kick the soccer
ball around. When they got there, Conner saw one of his friends, David,
the boy from his soccer team.
"Hey dude." David greeted.
"Hey. Wanna' kick the ball around with us?" Conner asked.
"Yep... That's why I'm here." He looked over at the boy standing with
Conner.
"Good. Hey, this is Dakota by the way. He's a new friend; he goes to
our school, a year below us. Dakota, this is David.
"Hi." Kota offered, and the two boys bumped knuckles in greeting.
"Ya, I've seen you around school." David nodded. "You play soccer with
Kyle, on the Thunder U13 team don't you?"
"Ya, Kyle, he's our keeper. Kota smiled. With the ice broken, the boys
began running around, booting the ball back and forth with each other.
They each took turns in the net, while the other two took shots. Dakota
made a few really nice diving saves, and with that David took a liking to
the new kid. They played for an hour and a half, and after a time, a few
other boy's joined in. As they scrimmaged, Dakota even managed to use the
spin move that Conner had taught him the other day. David was impressed,
and told him so. It was a fun time, and Kota was picking up some great
tips, and new tricks. Since both Conner and David played one of the better
Premier teams, each of them worked with Kota a little, on his skills.
Finally, sweat soaked, and more than a little tired, they broke off.
David said he had to leave anyway; and Conner also needed to head for home.
He thanked David for his help as they walked.
"You guys are really good." Dakota remarked. "Thanks for showing me
some more stuff."
"It's all good. You caught on to the new moves really quick." David
said approvingly, just as they got to his street. "Later days boys..." he
grinned and turned off.
"He's pretty cool." Kota remarked to Conner as they walked.
"Ya, he's a good guy." he smiled. "So, you gotta' head home too?" Conner
asked. Dakota glanced at him, and nodded.
"My mom's taking me to our doctor; I guess I have an appointment. It's
time for my annual check up, and physical."
"Hmm, that kinda sucks. Some doctor you don't even know, gets to stick
his finger up your junk, and, your backside." Conner teased, as Kota shot
him a look.
"Ya, well... I guess it would be better, if it was someone I knew..."
Dakota said, with a look in his eyes, and a suggestive tone to his voice.
Both boys laughed at that, and then both blushed a little as well.
When they got back to Conner's house, Kota grabbed his stuff, and hopped
on his bike. "You want me to ride with you?" Conner asked.
"Na, I'm cool. Thanks though. So, I guess I'll see ya later then?!" he
answered.
"Yep. Give me a call or something, and we can go mess around." He said.
Then he watched as Dakota peddled out of the driveway, headed for home.
Conner sat down on the steps of the porch, and watched Dakota ride out of
sight.
He was feeling odd. He really liked the younger boy; attracted to him
in a way he had never felt before. And as he thought about the night
before, and the missed opportunity for some 'playing around' a little this
morning; he began to wonder if he hadn't made a mistake by not 'going' for
it.
He was, he thought, a normal thirteen year old boy. This new found
'sexual' curiosity toward another boy didn't really bother him, though he
didn't understand it either. He wondered when, or if another chance might
arise to mess around with Kota.
Sitting there thinking about it though, had caused his 'horny' level to
rise, along with his boy parts. He smiled, and then headed inside and up
to his room to take care of it.
Locking his door, Conner stripped out of his clothes. He needed a
shower, from playing Soccer anyway, so he went into his bathroom and
settled in, under the gentle stream from his shower head.
He lathered himself up, and with eyes closed he set about enjoying
himself. His soft soapy hands slid over his body, taking extra time at all
of his 'special' places. Gently he skinned his penis; the purple tip
shined, it was so tight that it was already sensitive to his touch. He
swirled his thumb tip over his glans, toying with the slit at it's tip.
Quickly his minds eye created a fantasy, with Dakota being the main event.
Conner imagined them both naked, their smooth slippery bodies sliding
together in sensual feeling.
Conner licked his lips, allowing his tongue to linger on them, as he
relived the kiss that the two boys had shared. There had been no tongue
when they had actually kissed; but this was his fantasy, and a little extra
sumthin', only added to his excitement. He ran his soapy hands down the
insides of his thighs, then slowly back up, allowing the backside of his
thumbs to lift his smooth scrotum as they passed.
His fingertips slid onto his boy pole, which was slightly curved, and
pointing toward the ceiling. "Mmm..." he moaned softly to himself, as he
tilted his head a little to the side and pursed his lips; to once again
kiss his imaginary partner. He slipped his tongue forward in an
anticipated French Kiss. He had never done this in real life, and could
only wonder at how it must feel.
He was holding his member with the fingertips of his left hand, and he
stroked it slowly. Conner kept the soapy tip of his index finger just
under the head, in the most sensual of spots, and he worked it around in
small circular motions. "Mmm... Mm..." he moaned again, as his stomach
began to tingle deep within him.
With his other hand, Conner reached around his firm warm butt cheek, and
slipped subversively into his crease, rubbing over his young anus. Shivers
ran through him, as he imagined the presence of his new friend; wishing
that it was he, who was fingering his soft boy opening.
"Ohhh... Oh..." he panted as he began jerking himself faster. In his
mind, he could clearly see the cute, boyish face of Dakota there in front
of him. He could feel the warmth of his naked body. "Uhhh... Ohh..." he
was moaning contentedly now. Conner's middle finger pushed into the
wrinkled grommet of his anus, probing into the warm hole. One
knuckle... Two... Inserting and withdrawing in a rhythmic humping motion.
"Fu.... Uhh, uhh... Fuck..." He breathed. His insides were tensing now,
his thighs engorged with that crazy endorphin rush, that rolled through
him. He felt his anus clamp down on his finger; his testicles drew tight
in their sac, his eyes pinched tight in ecstasy...
"Shhh, shiiiit..... Oh, ohhhh..." his breath purged as orgasm screamed
through him. A hefty load of boy cream spat from his cock, pulsing against
the back wall of his shower. Another, and another in rapid spurts of his
hot boy milk. He quivered as the last of it left him, then moaned aloud as
his dick twitched in his fingers. He slid a finger tip over his tender
plumb; so sensitive it made him jerk away.
Then he leaned his hand against the back wall of his shower, to support
himself as he tried to regain his breath. Finally he opened his eyes. He
saw his spent baby batter slowly sliding down the tiles, and he grinned
weakly to himself. "Fuckin' A." he thought. That was the wildest cum I've
ever had. It wasn't lost on him, that this had happened while thinking all
the while about Dakota. "Wow..." he breathed. "Wow..."
Dakota had peddled home and dropped his bike in the yard near the front
door. He went inside and slipped out of his shoes. "Mom..." He called
out. "Mom, I'm home." as he walked into the kitchen. He stuck a glass
into the water dispenser in the door of the refrigerator, and filled it
with cold water; which he quickly guzzled down. "Mom?" he called again.
"I'm in the laundry room." She finally answered. "We have to leave in a
half an hour for you appointment. You need to get cleaned up." She
directed, as she came out and saw him in the hall. "Give me your dirty
clothes and I'll throw them in the wash."
Dakota sighed, and pulled off his tee shirt, which was actually the
borrowed one of Conner's. He kicked out of his board shorts, and tossed
them both to his mother.
"What about your underwear?" She asked.
"Mommm!" He whined, exasperated and blushing. "Like I'm gonna' drop
'trou' right in front of you."
"Oh for heaven's sake." She chided. "It's not like I haven't seen your
doodle before."
"Geeze mom..." Dakota turned and headed back to his bedroom.
He locked his door, and slipping out of his undershorts, he grabbed a
fresh pair of boxers out of his dresser. He lay back on his bed for a
moment, and began thinking about Conner; while idly rubbing his soft boy
parts.
"Crap..." He thought to himself. "Why didn't I just ask Conner if he
wanted to 'mess' around with each other? He's so hot.." Dakota lay there,
and began boning up just thinking about him. Other than the kiss with
Conner, and a few kisses and a mutual grope with one of his cousins several
months ago; he had never really done anything sexual with anyone.
He knew he was attracted to boys. He fantasized, and jerked off to the
thought of them all the time; and now he had a huge crush on Conner that he
was afraid to do anything about. He closed his eyes and began rubbing his
dick in earnest now. He spit on his finger, and pulling his foreskin down,
he began rubbing it over his swollen tip. Soooo nice... And then...
"Dakota." His mom yelled from the hall, "Are you in the shower yet?
Come on honey, we have to go soon."
"Ahhh..." he grumbled, and he let his boyhood slip out of his fingers.
"Shit..." He lay there a second, disappointed. Finally he got off his bed
and scooping up a towel, which he wrapped around himself; his wasted boner
drooping away. He walked from his room to the bathroom, turned on the
shower and climbed in. "I guess I could...." he started.
"Dakota..." His mom called in through the door. "Hurry up honey, we
have to leave."
"Arrrrggg..." Kota grumbled to himself, once again letting his pubescent
boy meat drop out of his hand. "You gotta' be kidding me..." He gave in,
quickly showered and got dressed.
They drove to the Doctors office, just a few miles away, and went inside
to sign in. Sitting in the waiting room, his mother was reading one of the
six month old magazines, while Dakota slouched in the chair next to her.
His knee was bouncing up and down at a quick pace, and he began biting one
of his fingernails.
"What is up with you?" his mother asked, putting her hand on his knee to
stop his nervous energy."
"I'm bored.." He replied. "And I hate these things." he muttered in
afterthought. Just then, one of the nurses called out his name. She stood
there with his chart, as he got up and went back with her to one of the
exam rooms. She stuck the chart in the door, and told him the Doctor would
be in, in a few minutes.
"You can take your clothes off." She instructed, "And slip into one of
these gowns. You can leave your socks and shorts on if you like." She
smiled disinterestedly, and left him alone in the examination room.
Kota sighed once again, slipped out of his Nike's, and pulled his tee
shirt off. He reached for the gown, and slipped into it, tying it around
his waist. Then he reached up underneath and pulled off his board shorts.
After several minutes, the nurse came back into the room and had Dakota
stand up on the scale. She weighed him, and took a measurement of his
height, and his pulse, recording it all on the little chart for the Doctor.
"Have you had any problems, or growing pains you want to discuss with
the Doctor?" she asked, as she instructed him to sit up on the exam table.
"No." he answered nervously. "Not that I know of." He put his hands in
his lap, feeling uncomfortable in spite of the gown.
"Alright then. Dr. Hubbard will be in, in a moment." She turned and
left the room. Kota looked around at everything while he waited. After a
few minutes, the Doctor, an older man in his mid fifties came into the
room.
"Hello, Dakota." He smiled, as he glanced at the boy's chart in his
hand.
"Hello sir." Kota responded. The man asked him several questions about
his general health, and then he asked the boy to remove the gown, and hop
up on the table. He did the usual; look down the throat and into his ears.
He felt around Dakota's neck and spine, moving his head every which way.
The Doctor listened to his heart, and moved the cold stethoscope around
on his chest, then on his lower back. He prodded Kota's kidneys a bit, and
then told the boy to lie down on the table. Kota did so, holding his hands
over his boxers and covering his groin as he rested there.
Dr. Hubbard thumped the boy's chest a number of times, and generally
inspected his body. "Alright then." he said, with a stoic look on his
face. "Lets get the awkward part of this over with." He slipped on a pair
of thin surgical gloves, and Kota knew what was coming next.
He told Dakota not to worry, as he gripped the waistband of the boy's
boxers, and slid them down off his hips. Without any formalities, he took
the boy's penis into his fingers. He skinned the foreskin back and
examined his boy part. Kota looked absently at the ceiling, hoping that he
wouldn't pop a boner. The Doctor then gently inserted his finger into the
boy's scrotum, and asked him to cough several times. He moved his finger,
had the boy cough again, and then quickly examined his testicles.
"Almost done." The Doctor told him. "I need you to slip off the table,
and turn around. I'll have you stoop over the end of it a moment. Dakota
did as he was told, feeling awkward.
The Doctor lubed the finger of his glove, and then spreading Kota's butt
cheek, he slipped that finger up into his anus. Kota winced at first, his
sphincter clamping involuntarily around the digit.
"Just relax a bit, son. We're almost finished here." Hubbard said.
Kota forced his butt muscle to relax, and the finger probed up inside him.
Though it was an embarrassing situation, Dakota none the less, was rather
intrigued at the feeling, and in particular, the pleasantly weird feeling
when the Doctor slid the finger out of him.
"Alright then. Go ahead and put your clothes on son." Hubbard announced
as he scooted his rolling chair over to the counter. He wrote some things
down as Kota pulled his clothes back on.
"Okay. So that's all for another year." He said. "Do you have anything
you want to ask about?" Hubbard questioned.
"Uh, I don't think so sir." Dakota responded.
"Well, alright. Listen, if you have any issues, or questions you can
always call my office. You're twelve, and in the early stages of puberty,
so there's a lot going on with your body right now. If anything comes up
that you need to talk about, or have any concerns with, well, don't be shy
about asking. Most of these things are covered in your Health class at
school, but, you know... You may have other questions, ok?"
"Yes sir. Thanks." he smiled timidly.
"Alright then. Let me talk with your mother for a second, and then you
are outta' here.
Dr. Hubbard left the exam room, leaving the door open. He went into the
waiting room and had a brief chat with Kota's mom, as the boy stood by
impatiently. Finally the doctor was finished. He clapped Dakota on the
shoulder. "See you next year then." He smiled.
Dakota and his mother walked back out to the car, buckled in and started
for home. She was full of questions, as mothers frequently are; which
Dakota answered impatiently.
"So," she said, "Doctor Hubbard says everything seems to be just fine.
He said you are starting puberty..."
"Mommm... Geeze!" Dakota barked. "I'm twelve. Some things are kinda
private you know!" He shook his head. His mother only smiled at him.
"Well, I'm just saying..."
"Mom just drop it, alright... Man..." he sighed and looked out his
window. His mother wanted to tease him a bit, but decided to let it go.
Her little boy was growing up.
When they got home, Dakota hurried up to his room and locked his door
behind him. He hadn't gotten to play earlier, and with the Doctor touching
his most private of areas, his desire for personal satisfaction had only
grown.
He quickly pulled his clothes off and leaped up onto his bed, landing on
his back. He closed his eyes as he lay spread eagle, and immediately found
his young soft weiner. He fondled himself, and it instantly came alive in
his hand. He loved the feel of his warm four inch, slender tube sprouting
below his pubic mound. He pulled his foreskin back, and held it tightly
stretched on his shaft. He released it, and slowly the skin slid back of
it's own accord.
Dakota grinned at the feel of it, and then remembered a new trick he had
discovered during an earlier play time. Kota lifted his knees to his
chest, he was thin waisted, and very flexible. Spreading his knees' out
wide, he hooked his elbows inside of his thighs and lifted his head.
He was staring at his own genitals then, and as he had previously
discovered, he was just able to extend his tongue far enough to touch the
head of his dick. He licked at himself. "Ohhh god..." he breathed. His
tongue darted and lapped over the smooth purple flesh of his glans. He
worked the tip of his tongue so as to probe the slit, and he wiggled it
over the opening. "Mmm." he sighed after a several moments of pleasure.
With his hands, he rubbed his soft, smooth boy scrotum, fingering his
loose testicles. Oh how he wished he could try some of this with another
boy. He thought of Conner, as he licked himself again. Then, he thought
about how it felt during his physical, when the Doctor had inserted his
finger up his anus.
Kota had explored previously, rubbing over his boy hole, but had never
entered himself. He recalled the strange, yet pleasurable feeling when the
Doctor had pulled his finger out. Curiosity was going to get the best of
him.
First though, he untangled himself, and hopped off his bed. He rummaged
through the drawers of his small desk, and finally found what he was
looking for. A small three inch round mirror, that he had used last
summer, while camping.
Dakota hopped back onto his bed, and drew his knees up tight to his chest
again. He wriggled himself around, and positioned the mirror until he
could take a look at his own pink butthole. It was fastinating really;
this wrinkled area of skin. He studied it, and softly traced a fingertip
around the opening.
The skin was tender and soft. He sucked on his finger, leaving it spit
covered, and while watching in the mirror, he rubbed over the top of his
anus. "Ohhh, man..." It was incredibly sensual. Gently he pushed the spit
coated fingertip into the opening.
The tight ring of pink flesh yielded to his finger as he entered himself
to the first knuckle. He held it there, and closing his eyes again, he
though about Conner. He began pumping his finger in and out, slowly;
enjoying the hot, tight ring that gripped at his digit. This was so
friggen weird. So, wonderfully friggen weird.
He watched in the little mirror again, and decided to push his finger in
further. He was breathing heavily now, not sure if it was the awkward
position he was bent into, or the excitement of this new exploration. He
wanted more... He wanted Conner. Slowly, he allowed his finger to slip
out, and the feeling was again, oddly wonderful.
Dakota lowered his feet to the bed and began stroking his erection. He
sprawled himself out, ran his fingertips up and down his tool for several
minutes. "Uhh, uhh, uhhhh..." He started to grunt with pleasure.
Faster... Faster... His legs began to twitch, his toes stretched out as
if reaching for something. The feelings were building within him. "Uhh,
ohh..... Ohh..."
His young hips bucked upward as if trying to help his hand do the job.
His insides were charged and numb. His balls slapped against him, then,
drew up tightly to his loins... "Fuckin' A...." he moaned. The first
spasm hit him, but he held back, not letting the muscles contract, then the
second time he let loose.
A pulse of clear viscous semen spurted from his young erection, then
another. Mere droplets really, but the spasms were intense. He all but
collapsed, and released his warm spent boy flesh from his fingers. Dakota
lay there breathing raggedly. He opened his eyes and gazed happily at the
clear sticky drops on his chest and stomach.
"Geeze..," he panted. "That was like, awesome..." He closed his eyes
again, and decided right then and there; he would talk to Conner, and see
if maybe, just maybe the other boy might somehow be interested in him.
Kota grinned, and lying there naked and content; he dozed off for a nice
nap. He would call Conner later, and see if maybe he could spend the
night; and then hope for the best.
End of Part Four.
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