Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2017 15:30:15 -0500
From: The Paternal Watcher <mfvb@protonmail.com>
Subject: Summer homework

It was just a couple of weeks after school had let out for the year, and
the weather was roasting hot. My parents had taken down the pool year
before last; my dad said that no one used it and it was going to collapse
if we didn't. Maybe I didn't swim in it that much, but I definitely
wished I could have this year. The public pools were always crowded and
hard to get to on a bicycle anyway.

Brian and Steve were going to a baseball game later, but said they could
chill before. "We have to be back at my house by two because of the
traffic," Steve explained. He didn't apologize for not asking me, too:
they both knew I hated baseball. It's almost as bad as fishing, except
there's hot dogs sometimes.

I biked over to meet them at a lunch counter right by the junior high,
and found out we were waiting for Mike to get out of summer school. He's
a year younger than me, like Brian, and he had failed two subjects which
meant (for some reason) that he had to do only one of them over before he
could officially get into junior high. We didn't have any money for food
so we just hung out on the paddle ball courts at the school. Summer
school classes were actually in the high school which was on the other
side of the football field, but we couldn't hang around there because the
security guard would run us off. Instead we talked about how hot it was,
and took our shirts off, and sat in the shade doing nothing much until
Mike finally got there.

We had all been waiting for Mike, but we still didn't have any plans. The
thing that changed is that we weren't waiting for Mike anymore. We walked
around the junior high a couple of times, and pretty soon Brian and Steve
had to leave for that baseball game. That left me with Mike, who seemed
like a pretty cool kid. He was definitely a pretty CUTE kid: he allowed
his brown hair to grow longer around back, and it softly curled over the
back of his neck. He was wearing sneakers and red sweatpants and nothing
else; like me, he had long since ditched his shirt. His chest was smooth
with tiny little brown nipples that matched his eyes. Mike was a little
more than five feet tall while I was a few inches more than that; I'd had
my growth spurt in all sorts of places, and as we lay about I wondered if
he had anything interesting going on down there or if he was still just a
kid. Of course, just a year ago I had felt like "just a kid" but that
wasn't exactly true.

He was lying on the grass, one arm thrown over his eyes to protect it
from the sun. I was able to look at his stomach, chest, arms and underarm
freely, and there was no sign of hair anywhere there. He stirred and
said, "Summer school sucks. Having homework in July sucks."

"What are you taking, anyway?" I asked.

"Math. English. Same old crap."

"I could help with the homework, maybe."

"You're smart?"

I shrugged. "I'm not in summer school." He laughed.

"I have to take a piss," he said suddenly.

"Yeah, me too," I replied, looking around. Pointing, I asked, "Over
there, behind the gym?" Mike nodded and held out his hand, which I took
to pull him up. I wasn't strong, but he was so light I did so without
effort. We walked around where I had directed, and each of us lowered our
waistbands and took aim at the bricks.

As we finished up, I felt emboldened. "You got any pubes yet?" I asked.

"Yeah," Mike answered as he turned to face me.

"Really?" I said, feigning disbelief.

He rolled his eyes slightly, then unceremoniously lowered his sweatpants
to overcome my doubts. I stepped closer, blinking in the noonday sun.
"It's so bright I can't see," I said, reaching out at the same time to
learn with fingers what was denied my eyes.

My fingers touched his skin; he did not resist. They slid lower, into his
underpants, feeling past the base of his penis and around under his
balls. "Still hard to tell," I said.

"Getting harder," he said, and I understood his double meaning under my
touch. He looked around, nervously, and said, "Maybe we should go to my
house. You could . . . help me with my homework."

"Yeah," I said. "Homework."

Mike didn't have a bike with him, so he got on my pegs and told me where
to go. I could feel his bare stomach bump against me as I rode. I wished
I could feel something else, but that's almost always less obvious than
those erotic stories would make you believe. Regardless, the ride to his
house was exciting, eternal, and fleeting. I'm surprised I didn't
accidentally ride in front of a car out of distraction alone.

He only lived a few blocks from the school, but I was aching between my
legs by the time we got there. Mike had me put my bike in the garage, and
I felt my heart pounding as we went into his house. He led me straight to
his room, closed the door, and said, "I guess my homework right now is
biology." Without further comment, he yanked down everything he was
wearing, pulling the mass off complete with shoes and socks, and stood
before me completely naked.

In the narrow space between Mike's hips was the most beautiful penis I
had ever seen. Proudly erect, I could tell it would fit in my hand;
hanging below were a set of balls that were apparently the first part of
him to grow bigger. Approaching, I said, "Your nipples are hard," and
caressed one with my fingertips.

"You should be naked," he said, his voice unconsciously lower in pitch.

Kneeling, I said, "I want to see these pubes of yours." The patch was
plain as the penis pointing at my eye, but I peered closely as if I could
not see the hairs. Grabbing him by the one part that mattered at that
moment, I pulled in close, breathing upon him. "Is this them?" I asked,
looking up.

"Get naked," he said urgently. "I want to see yours."

I stood up, and almost fell over in my eagerness to comply; removing
shirt and pants simultaneously is a graceless act even for graceful
people, which I was not. I was bigger than he was down there, too, but
the only thing I cared about was his fingers as they closed around me.

There we stood, caressing each other's cocks, looking at each other's
bodies. I looked at his brown eyes, his soft lips parted in pleasure in a
naturally hairless face, the curve of his neck, young pectoral muscles
largely undeveloped around his incredibly hard nipples, the line that ran
down his sternum and below to where his abdominal muscles tensed and
relaxed in time with his hand gripping my cock, stroking my cock, even as
I stroked his, and as I saw his hand ? attached to that incredible, naked,
sexual body, with fingers wrapped as best they could around my own raging
erection ? I lost it with a moan, and all over his arm, stomach, and pubic
hair.

"Uuuuhhhh," said Mike in response to my own groan, and I started to jerk
him faster. My cum got in there and acted as lube and I rubbed up against
him, eager to get as much contact in with his hard body as I could. He
started humping my hand, so I let him do it and instead grabbed his ass
and pushed along with his thrusts. I felt the sticky warmth before he
slowed down, but he didn't utter another sound as he shot his load
between us and in my hand.

We parted, and looked at our cum-covered bodies. "Here," Mike said,
handing me a t-shirt from his hamper, and taking one himself. We silently
wiped ourselves off, and pulled our clothes back on.

"I know this is summer vacation for you, man, but I've got a lot more
homework. You could probably help me every day, if you wanted."

"Yeah, we could do that," I said. "Everybody knows I like homework."

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