Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 16:14:30 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer House In The Hamptons

*Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between two young
boys.  If the subject matter offends you, or not to your tastes, or if you
are under legal age, then find something else to read.  Enjoy.


	    Another Story by;   About A Boy  /  This Boy's Life


  This story centers around a summer experience on the beaches in the
Hamptons.  It involves two twelve year old boys; their discoveries, and a
curious, budding relationship.


				Chapter One
		       Summer House in the Hamptons


   So, don't think for a second that we're rich or anything, because we're
not.  The truth is, my dad works for Global Tech, in product development.
But he happens to be friends with one of the big wigs in the company; an
old college buddy of his, or something like that.  Since he and his family
were spending some time vacationing in Paris this summer, he offered my dad
a chance to spend the week at his summer house in the Hamptons.

   That's about the only way we'd ever get to have a place like this.  So
there we were, making our way to the Hamptons to spend some time at his
beach house.  Sounds kinda cool and all, but having to spend the week with
just your parents; well, that part kinda sucks.
   I'm twelve after all, almost thirteen; too old to hang with my folks all
the time, and according to them, too young to really be left alone
anywhere.  It sucks being a tween and an only child; and I wish one of my
friends could have come along so I had someone to mess around with.

   We pulled into the little village store, about a mile down from where
the beach house was, so my folks could go in and buy some groceries for our
stay.  I declined going into the store with them though, opting to sit out
in the SUV and listen to some tunes on my iPod.
   After a while though, it got to be kinda' hot just sitting in the car;
so I got out and walked across the parking lot, so that I could climb up
and sit on the little concrete seawall which separated the beach from the
road.  It was kinda' cool because the beach was right there; and there was
a little wooden jetty that angled out into the water.  It looked like there
were a few people standing out on the end of it, casting their fishing
lines off the pier into the water.
   But what really caught my eye was another kid about my own age, sitting
alone on the pier.  He was dangling his legs over the side, his tan bare
feet grazing the water as he casually swung his legs back and forth.  He
was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, with the cuffs rolled up several
turns to mid calf; and he was wearing a white tank top.
   I wondered if he lived around here, or was just visiting like I was.  He
was really tanned though, so I figured he must hang out at the beach a lot.
The boy looked pretty trim, and his dirty blond, shoulder length hair
really accented his cute, sun bronzed features.

   "Danny..!"  I heard my dad calling from behind me.  He was standing by
the SUV, and motioned for me to come back to the vehicle.  Taking one last
look at the boy on the pier, I swung my legs around on the seawall, and
hopped off of it to run back over to the car.
   "How's it look?" My dad asked.
   "Cool." I responded. "The beach is right there.  I can't wait to go
swimming."  My dad gave me a big smile and loaded the last of the groceries
into the back of the vehicle.  We turned out onto the road and headed off.
It wasn't very far at all to the house, which was cool; I'd be able to walk
back to the pier and explore.

   We pulled up to an awesome looking beach front house; it was huge by my
standards.  There was a big deck on the beach side which was split into
three tiers, with a hot tub on the lower section.  Just off the deck on the
beach, was a private area with a big fire pit and some old weathered,
wooden beach chairs placed casually around it.
   The inside was kinda cool as well.  It was nice and modern as it was,
but it was still decorated in a casual way; leaving no doubt that you were
at the beach.  My room was up on the second level facing the ocean.  It was
a lot bigger than my room at home, and to my surprise, it even had its own
small bathroom.  I pulled open the curtains, to find that there was a
private little deck just outside the French style doors.
   "Cool..." I muttered, wandering out onto the deck.  I looked out over
the beach with a smile, as the fresh sea breeze washed over me.  You could
smell the tang of salt in the air, and hear the squawk of the seagulls
somewhere off in the distance as they rode the warm air currents.  Grabbing
at my tee shirt, I pulled it off over my head and with a smile I turned to
go back into my room.

   Wanting to check out the beach, I hurried into the small bathroom;
stepped out of my pants and dropped my boxer briefs to the floor.  I stood
in front of the toilet for a moment to take a quick, and much needed squirt
after the long drive; and then, after vigorously shaking off a few stray
drops of pee, my young boy tube began to stiffen up just a bit.
    No surprise to me really; it's been doing that a lot lately.
Apparently, puberty started kicking in with me several months back.  But I
didn't need my school health class to tell me that though; my frequently
reoccurring boners and a dozen or so soft, silky little pubes just
beginning to grow in over my dick told me that...
   I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and watched with
interest as I slowly slid my soft pliable foreskin back, exposing the shiny
purple head of my young penis.  My little sausage was about three inches
long when soft, about four and a half when stiff; and I smiled at the way
it looked; then glanced briefly at the rest of my body.

   I like the way my body looks...  I don't know if that's weird or not;
liking your own body, but I do.  It's still very boylike; lean, firm
stomach, but starting to show a little definition.  Still watching in the
mirror, I slid my palm across the flat of my stomach, and then slowly up to
my chest, stopping for a moment to idly explore my small little pebble of a
nipple; which protrudes just a bit; yet another sign of my puberty.
   My skin feels so soft and smooth, and I smiled curiously at my youthful
reflection.  Normally I might want to finger my boy parts a little longer,
having recently discovered the interesting feelings that come with that;
but I decided to ignore `my precious' for now; because I was excited about
checking out the beach.  Pulling my foreskin back over the cap, I walked
naked, back out into the bedroom and dug through my luggage to find, and
then slip into my board shorts.

   My parents wanted me to eat lunch first; and then I had to listen to
their litany of rules; about my not swimming alone, or wandering off too
far without letting them know, and on, and on...
   "Geeze dad, I'm twelve; not two." I complained.
   "Exactly Danny, you're twelve...  Not twenty." My dad replied.  I hate
it when parents think they're clever like that.

   So, with the `rules' in place I slipped into my flip flops and headed
out the back toward the beach; walking around the fire pit, out past the
sand drift fences and into the sandy dunes.  With a smile on my face, I
watched the waves roll in for a few minutes; and then had the sudden urge
to run.
   Kicking out of my flip flops I tossed them back up by the fire pit, and
wearing nothing but my board shorts, I took off and jogged down the beach;
straying near the edge of the water as it rolled up and over my feet,
splashing my legs and shorts.  I jogged quite a ways down the shore,
passing a few beachcombers and swimmers along the way.
   Finally I slowed to a walk, and pushed my fingers back through my
longish light brown hair, smoothing it back.  Stooping, I picked up little
bits of drift wood and other things, then tossed them with a splash into
the water; just doing things boys do.  I had jogged past several other
beach houses during my run, and was coming up on another one now.

 Glancing at the house, I noticed someone sitting on the railing that
circled the deck, and I was a bit surprised to see that it appeared to be
the same blond haired kid that I had seen sitting on the jetty earlier in
the day.
   He had changed into a simple pair of board shorts, and was sitting up
there, casually watching me; and when he noticed that I had seen him, he
lifted his hand in a brief wave.  I smiled up at him, returning the
informal greeting.

   We kind of looked at each other a bit awkwardly for a moment, and then I
stooped once again to pick up another driftwood stick.  I turned and took a
few running steps toward the water, and threw it out over the small
incoming wave.  Indifferently I glanced back toward the house, but was a
little disappointed actually when I didn't see the other boy up on the deck
anymore.
   I turned around again to continue my exploration down the beach,
grabbing up another piece of junk from the sand, and that's when I saw him
again; walking across the sand in my general direction.  When he got
closer, he bent over and picked up a stick as well; tossing it overhand
toward the water.
   He stopped a dozen or so feet away from me, looking out over the waves.
"Hey..." He said offhandedly, with a casual glance.
   "Hi." I answered back, turning to chuck my own stick at the receding
wave.
   "I haven't seen you before; are you here on vacation?" The boy asked me.
   "Uh huh.  We just got here today" I responded, glancing again at the
boy.  Up close now, I could see he was really a cute looking kid.  He
looked to be about an inch or so taller than me; so maybe about five foot
three.  He had a very boyish face, with a small nose, and deep sparkling
green eyes.

   I mentioned before that he was lean, and very fit looking with a lithe
build, and shoulder length dirty blond hair,
    "I'm Nick." He offered suddenly as I stood staring at him, intrigued by
his looks.
    "Oh, hi...  Ya, I'm Danny."  I replied with a friendly little smile.
He grinned shyly, and stooped down to pick up another stick from the sand.
"Do you live there?" I asked, pointing back at the beach house.  He glanced
casually back toward the house and nodded.
   "We spend the summer months here.  My mom and me, mostly!  And my dad
when he gets off work and stuff."  I noticed that he was casually looking
at me; well, looking at my body to be exact, kind of checking me out.  Our
eyes met, and I saw him blush a little, and then he quickly looked away, as
he reached down to pick up another chunk of driftwood.

   We stood there silently for several moments; each of us tossing things
out towards the water, which was rolling in with the surf.  I glanced again
at him, intrigued by the other boy's good looks and his firm body.  Weird I
guess, being interested in another boy like that; but for some reason I
just was.  He was interesting to me.
   "So...  You maybe wanna' hang out or sumpthin'?"  I ventured hesitantly.
   "Sure, that would be cool." He responded, almost too quickly.  I got the
feeling he was a little bored, perhaps a bit lonely.

   We started strolling down the beach together; running in and out of the
water as it came up in waves that rolled across our bare feet.  Nick kicked
water at me, and we laughed as we splashed at each other; running down the
beach hopping and giggling like the young boys we were.
   For several hours we explored along the shoreline; tirelessly searching
for new stuff, and different things to experiment and play with.  I had
really taken a quick liking to Nick.  He was easy to talk to; and it was
comfortable around him, as if we had known each other for a long while.
    At length we plopped down on the beach to relax for a bit.  Nick lay on
his back in the sand, with his fingers laced behind his head.  I sprawled
out in the sand alongside him, and looked over at my new friend.  His torso
was so smooth and tanned; his armpits were bare, and his long legs were
virtually hairless, right down to his small, quaint feet.
   Nick glanced over at me, and smiled shyly.  I was struck again by his
shining green eyes.  They were an intense emerald green, and seemed to
sparkle warmly in the light.  I guess it's weird, for a twelve year old to
notice things like that; and I don't know why I was doing it now; but I
just have some unusual attraction to this kid.  As we lay there, I noticed
that he kept looking me over from time to time as well.

   After a while, we decided we should head back up the beach toward our
houses.  I had been gone a long time, and I'm pretty sure my parents would
already be wondering where I was.
   Reluctantly I hopped up off the beach, and then looking back down at
Nick; I offered my hand to help him up.  He took it, and leaping up as I
pulled, he flew at me laughing and we both tumbled back onto the sand. We
wrestled playfully like old friends for a minute or two; giggling all the
while, as boys do.
   Finally we climbed to our feet again, and started walking back up the
beach; talking all the while about kid stuff.  When we got back to where
Nick lived, he asked if he could come back to my place with me; wanting to
see where I was staying.


 I was more that happy to have him come with.  I figured if my mom and dad
were bent about me being gone so long, they couldn't be too mad if I had a
new friend with me.  We walked across the dunes past the drift fences, and
I stepped into the flip flops that I had left there.
   "Cool place..." Jake remarked as we climbed the back steps to the deck.
   "Ya, my dad's boss owns it; we get to use it for awhile.  Come on in." I
offered.  We went to the sliding glass door and I kicked off my flips, as
Nick wiped his bare feet on the mat, so we wouldn't track any sand inside.
   As I expected, my mom gave me the `where have you been' look as we
walked into the kitchen.  "Hi mom..." I said cheerfully, trying to set a
positive tone.  "Mom this is my new friend Nick.  He lives down the beach,
and we were just hangin out and stuff, and we..."
   "I know what you're up to young man." She said with a wry look.  "Next
time, let us know where you are going alright?  Hello Nick." She added,
turning to smile at my new friend.  "Are you boys' hungry?"  I turned and
smiled at Nick.
   "Yes please." Nick and I replied together, then laughed.
   "I'll make you guys' some tuna sandwiches then, if that's okay." She
smiled.  Both Nick and I nodded, and I elbowed him.
   "Come on, we can wait up in my room." I said, turning toward the
stairway.  Nick followed me quickly up the stairs, and into my bedroom.

   "This is pretty cool..." He commented, as he looked around.  "Whoa, you
got your own private bathroom up here."
   "Ya I know, cool huh.  Gives me more privacy to...  To, uh..." My voice
trialed off, and Nick looked over at me with a crooked smile.
   "Privacy to do what?" he asked, with a knowing look.
   "Nuthin." I answered quickly, blushing just a bit.
   "Ya...  `Nut'-in!" Nick grinned, as he made a jerking motion with his
fist.
   "No..." I protested, blushing in earnest now."  Nick started laughing;
and after a moment's hesitation, I did as well.

   "Boys...  Your lunch is ready." My mother called up to us from
downstairs.  We were both still giggling a little as we headed down to the
kitchen and sat up on the stools at the counter to eat our lunch.
   Nick swung his bare foot, to hit mine below the counter, and we both
laughed again, at our own private joke.  I really liked Nick, and I
couldn't help but to look over at him as we sat there.  We were both still
wearing just our board shorts; and as Nick sat there, I could clearly see
his tan line in the back where his shorts gapped.
   I suddenly felt funny.  The creamy white band of skin, and about two
inches of his smooth butt crack just seemed to work on me; causing
butterflies in my stomach.  What the heck was going on, causing me to feel
this way?  I shook my head to change my focus, and we finished our
sandwiches.

   After lunch we went back outside to lie around in the sand dunes for
awhile; where Nick and I just talked for over an hour.  We talked about
school, and things we liked to do, like swimming and stuff.  We both played
soccer, and baseball; and neither of us are really into video games.
   He loved to go to the movies; just like I do.  He said he didn't have a
lot of really close friends; which surprised me, because he's so easy to
like.  But then, maybe that's why I have this odd attraction to him;
because I'm actually really shy, and don't have a lot of real friends
either.

  After a time our conversation waned a bit; each of us feeling a bit lazy
as we lay near each other in the eel grass, which was growing in the sand
dunes.  In fact, we actually dozed off a bit as the cooling sea breezes
rinsed over our bodies in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
   I kind of woke up a several minutes later though, as I thought I felt
something softly brush my inner thigh.  I opened my eyes, and noticed a
quick movement to my right, where Nick was.  As I glanced over at him, he
appeared to still be dozing; yet I noticed that Nick's chest was rising and
falling quickly, as if he were breathing heavily.
   I also noticed an obvious lump in the front of his board shorts.  Rather
curious...  I suppose I could have imagined the soft touch that I had felt,
but...  To my surprise I could feel that my own young boy tool was now
pressing a stiff little tent in my shorts.

   I rolled over, lying on my stomach to hide my youthful erection.
Resting my chin on my hands, I furtively looked at Nick; hoping to see his
youthful bulge again.  With his eyes still closed, Nick reached down and
gave himself a little adjusting squeeze.
   "Driftwood?" I asked with a sly smile.
   "Hmm?" Nick breathed, opening his eyes and looking over at me.
   "Driftwood, or is that just regular `morning wood?" I asked, boldly
glancing at his shorts.  Nick blushed, but immediately started laughing.
   "Ya, so what are you hiding? He wondered aloud, with a grin.
   "Nothing..." I answered too quickly, and now it was my turn to blush
again.  Nick smiled softly as he rolled my direction, and then he sprang on
top of me.
    "Ya, I bet it's a `big' nothing..." He laughed, as he straddled me;
sitting across my hips and tickling me on my bare sides.  I giggled as his
fingers played softly over my ribs, and I rolled over to try and dislodge
him; but he wrapped his legs around mine and he clung to me.  I could feel
the soft warmth of his chest pressing against my back; and then suddenly he
reached down and surprised me by grabbing my groin.  "So what's this...?"
He giggled knowingly.
   "STOP..." I protested, as I pushed his hands away from my dick.  Then
half in anger, and half in excitement, I twisted around and took a squeeze
on his stiff package as well.

   We rolled away from each other, breathing hard and lying on our backs in
the sand.  I didn't know what I was feeling.  I wasn't mad; he just
surprised me is all.  I mean grabbing someone's dick is a really bold thing
to do.
   "Sorry..." Nick said softly from my left.  We lay there quietly for a
moment, and finally I turned and looked at him with a smile.
   "Mine's bigger." I replied with a huge grin.  He smiled then; relieved
that I wasn't upset, and we both laughed for quite awhile.
   "I get em' all the time now.  Boners, I mean." Nick said quietly.  "Do
you?"
   "Ya, me too." I agreed with a nod.  "It's that puberty thing, I guess."
Nick nodded in agreement, and then he rolled over onto his side facing me;
propping his head up with his hand.

   "So..." Nick started hesitantly, "How often do you...  You know..." He
made a small jerking motion with his hand; like he had done up in my
bedroom.  I blushed instantly, feeling both awkward, and yet a sense of
excitement by the naughtiness of what we were talking about.
   "I don't know." I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable.  "You know, once in
awhile I guess."
   "Ya, same here." Nick breathed, sounding a little reassured.  He rolled
over onto his back again, and I looked over at him.  He still had the bulge
in his shorts and I smiled at the sight of it, and of him.  I had never
talked to anybody about this kind of stuff before, and it felt really
awesome to have someone to talk to.
   I'd have been way too embarrassed to talk like this with my friends back
home.  Nick seemed to be like me; shy, but curious about this stuff.  As I
looked over his body, I suddenly began to wonder what his dick looked like.

   "Well, I should probably head home." Nick mentioned a few minutes later.
   "Oh...  Ya, I should head in too, I guess.  So...  You wanna' hang out
tomorrow?" I asked, more than a little hopefully.
   "Sure." Nick replied, climbing to his feet.  "My mom's gonna' drive into
the city in the morning to see my dad, so...  Come on over around ten if
you want."
   "Okay...  Let me clear it with my mom first, but I'm sure she won't
mind." I answered.  Nick gave me a timid smile, and with a little wave he
turned and started to jog back down the beach.
    "Bye..." I called after him; and he waved again without turning to look
back.  I watched as he ran off toward home.  When he was down the beach a
ways, I turned and headed back to our house, and up the steps to the back
deck.

   When I went inside I looked for my mom in the kitchen, and then found
her and my dad making out on the couch in the living room.  Gross...  I
didn't need to see that.  "Mom." I chastised.  They both looked back at me
and laughed.
   "Hi honey." She said, glancing past me.  "Where's you little friend?"
   "He had to head home." I responded.  "Is it ok if I hang out with him
tomorrow?"
   "Sure." My dad answered thoughtfully, nodding to my mother.  "We're on
vacation, so we don't have any set plans.  Your mom and I were going to
drive into the village to shop around.  But you don't have to go if you
want to stay here and be with your friend.  If you stay close, and out of
trouble." He added.
   "Dad...  When do I ever get into trouble?" I replied, with my most
innocent smile.

   Later that evening I went back upstairs to my bedroom for the night.  It
was still warm inside, so I slid the window open to let the evening sea
breeze cool it down.  I stripped off my board shorts, and since I had
previously locked my bedroom door, I didn't bother to put anything else on.
   I had actually started sleeping naked for the first time at home about a
month ago.  I loved the feel of unrestricted freedom, so I wasn't about to
stop doing it here at the beach.  With a leap, I dove naked onto the bed;
twisting around as I did, so that I landed on my back.  Lying there with my
hands behind my head, I started to think about everything that had happened
that day.
   Which of course, got me thinking about Nick; my new friend.  He was
pretty cool; and with as shy as I am, I was surprised that I was able to
talk to him about boners, and jerking off.  I started to think about how
his body looked; and not surprisingly, I felt my insides tingling as I
started to bone up.

   I looked down at my young naked body sprawled across the bed, and
watched as my soft skinned penis slowly twitched, and moved on it's own
across my smooth pubic mound, as it stiffened.
   Slowly, erotically, I slid my palms across the firm flat of my belly,
continuing on down my inner thighs; enjoying the soft, smooth feel of my
skin.  Drawing my hands back up my thighs, I caressed my silky scrotum;
gently fingering my boyish testicles.
   "Mmm..." I moaned quietly, moistening my lips with my tongue.  Rocking
my hips a bit from side to side, I closed my fingers over my hardened boy
stick; tugging the creased, loose foreskin up and over the end of it.
   With my fingertips I squeezed the loose skin against my glans, letting
the foreskin slide back and forth across the already moist, sensitive tip.
"Mmm..." I sighed again as pleasurable feelings played throughout my groin.
    I began the steady stroke of youthful masturbation, and I continued to
squirm my hips around to heighten the experience.  I closed my eyes to help
me fantasize, and the first image that came to my mind was that of Nick.
It surprised me a little, but as soon as I thought of him, my arousal
increased

   "Ohh, uhhh, uh..." I sighed quietly as I imagined Nick's sweet, smoothly
tanned skin in my mind.  The thought of the bulge in Nick's shorts came to
me; and I realized just how much I wanted to see his dick.
   While I continued to stroke myself with my left hand; I used my other
hand to caress my naked body.  I slid it all over on my thigh and around my
hip; then across the firm round bulb of my butt cheek.
   With one leg pulled up under me, I let my fingers slip into the warm
crease of my butt cheeks.  "Ohhhhh..." I sighed again as my fingertips
brushed gently across my pink boy pucker.  The feeling was awesome, and I
could feel the tingles begin to churn inside me as my legs twitched
involuntarily.
   My stroke quickened as the feelings grew, and I turned my head to the
side to burry my ace in my pillow; trying to muffle the growing sounds of
my moaning.  "Oh geeze...  Oh man..." I breathed.
   My thighs seemed to go tight, my toes bent with the intensity of the
tingling that was charging through me.  I could feel the rush in my loins,
and then that awesome, indescribable feeling as everything came to a head.
The feelings this time were as intense as any I had ever had, and I knew
this one would be special, so I had to watch...
   With one last moan, my stomach went taught, and my orgasm exploded from
me.  My eyes went wide as I watched a clear squirt of boy nectar shoot out
of my dick and splat across my belly.  "Uhhhhhh..." One final pleasure
filled groan.

   My head fell back on the pillow as I struggled for breath.  "Oh shit..."
I breathed finally.  "That was awesome." After a few moments, I squeezed my
firm young boy tube, milking it from the base of the shaft.  Several small,
clear sticky drops dribbled out of me, and clung to the tip of my glans.
It was awesome; and I slid my finger over the tip, making me cringe at the
sensitivity of it.
   I examined the sticky residue on my finger.  This was so cool.  Before
this, I had only managed a drop or two; but this time...  This was a full
fledged squirt, and somehow I knew it was because of the extra stimulation
of imagining my new friend, Nick.
   It occurred to me that my new friend was having quite an effect on me.
I wondered if maybe he had, or was, jacking off tonight as well.  And even
more, I wondered if he thought about me at all while he did it.  Oh man,
that would be so cool.  Not long afterward I started to doze; and fell
asleep with the dribbles of still drying boy honey on my stomach.


      End of Chapter One


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