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 Two
		       Summer House in the Hamptons


I woke to the sound my mom calling up to me the next morning; saying that
breakfast would be ready soon.  Still lying atop my bed, I stretched away
the nights sleep, and smiled at the memory of my recent orgasm.
   Pulling myself off the bed, I walked naked into my bathroom and stared
bleary eyed at myself in the mirror for a moment; before stepping in front
of the toilet for a morning pee.  As the stream started, it squirted off a
bit to one side at first; my pee slit slightly glued shut with the residue
of last night's session.
    "Damn..." I muttered, as I wiped the rim off with some toilet paper.
The shower stall was a walk-in, with plenty of room, and two shower heads
at different levels.  Turning the cool water on, I stood and let it rinse
over me, flowing refreshingly down the channel of my butt crack on its way
to the drain.

    There was a bottle of vanilla body wash in the stall, and I lathered
myself generously with it, again enjoying the soft touch of my own wet,
soapy skin.  I lingered for a bit, fondling my soft, and then semi soft boy
part; and then I heard my mom calling again from outside my bedroom door.
   "Danny, breakfast is ready, hurry along please."
   "I'll be right there mom..." I answered.  Reluctantly rinsing the
scented body wash off
  of my dick.  I dried off quickly; ran a comb through my hair and then
opened my bedroom door to head downstairs.  "Oh shit..." I breathed.  I
hadn't even thought about putting any clothes on.  I went back in my room
and fished out a fresh pair of board shorts; stepped into them, and pulled
them up over my hips; being careful not to catch myself in the zipper.
   Once downstairs, I grubbed down the bacon and eggs my mom had made for
me, and guzzled a large glass of O.J.  Feeling fresh, wide awake and
content from the food, I walked out onto the back deck to sit in the
morning sun.  My parents were sitting out there drinking coffee; and my dad
gave me a cheery smile as I plopped out on the deck chair.

   About nine thirty, my folks started getting ready to drive into the
village.  My dad asked if I still wanted to stay here with my friend; I did
of course.  He said they would be gone all morning, shopping and such; and
wouldn't be home till sometime in the early afternoon.  Cool by me.
   Then of course came the rules `again', from my mother.  I was strictly
forbidden to swim in the ocean without them, or another adult keeping an
eye on me.  I rolled my eyes on cue; and with that they headed out to the
SUV and drove off with a wave and a smile.
   It was nearly ten, and after pulling on a white Nike tank top, I
scrambled down the steps from the back deck and headed off down the beach
toward Nick's place.

   I jogged for a few minutes, surprisingly anxious to see him again.
Finally I could see the house a little further down the beach; and I
noticed a boy, who appeared to be Nick, moving around out on the sand.  As
I got closer, I saw it was indeed my new friend, and he was flying one of
those really cool beach kites.
   Immediately I could feel myself getting excited.  Nick was wearing a
bright white tee shirt, that came part of the way down his hips; and it
almost made it look like he wasn't wearing any shorts.  In fact, he wasn't.
As he moved around, struggling to control the large, two lined kite; his
shirt lifted when he raised his arms, and this revealed him to be wearing a
small, bright blue Speedo.

   My eyes surely widened at the sight of it; and suddenly I could feel a
weird sense of anticipation.  His feet and long tanned legs were bare
literally up to his crotch.  He turned his head and smiled as he saw me
approaching.
   "Hey..." He called out to me.
   "Hi Nick." I answered, drawing near.  With a grin, Nick turned and
steered the big colorful kite into a dive near me; whisking it back up into
the sky just above my head.
   "Almost got ya..." He laughed, as I ran up alongside him.
   "That's pretty cool." I told Nick, as I stood just behind him and
watched as he maneuver the large kite in loops and dives around us.
   "Wanna' try it?" Nick asked with a warm smile.  He stabilized the kite,
holding it steady in the air above us.  Turning toward me, he put one of
the control handles in my hand, then moved himself around behind me,
handing me the other controller.
   "Whoa..." I breathed, surprised at the pull the kite had against the
strong breeze.  Nick laughed as he stood right behind me.  He had put his
hands up on my shoulders, to help me hold steady until I got used to it.

   "That's it, you've got it." He offered, as he gave me tips on how to
control the kite.  After a few minutes, I started to do some loops and
stuff.
   "This is cool..."  I told him, with a grin as he stood alongside me.
   "You picked it up really quick." He praised, putting his hand softly up
on my shoulder again.  I liked it when he was touching me; and I turned
briefly to look at him.  His eyes were so green...
   We flew the kite for over an hour, switching off frequently.  We made up
a game, and whoever wasn't flying it, had to run out to the water and back;
while the other guy dive bombed him with the kite to see how close we could
get.
   It was a hoot.  My last time out, Nick swooped in so close that I felt
the bottom edge of the kite graze my hair as it whisked skyward.
   "Whoa..." Nick laughed.  "That was a close one mate." He said with a
makeshift English accent.
   "No doubt.  It nearly nicked me nuts..." I laughed, trying an English
accent of my own.
   "I get it." Nick laughed, "It nearly `Nick'ed your nuts."  We both
cracked up at the unintended pun.

   Finally a bit worn out, we set the kite aside, and sprawled out in the
sand to relax for a few minutes.  Lying there, with his tee shirt hiked up
a bit, Nick's blue Speedo's were openly visible.  Trying to be discrete
about it, I couldn't help but look at the tight suit, and the clearly
defined outline of his dick and balls pressing firmly against the thin
fabric.
   A shudder ran through me.  Shit, it looked, well, nice.  I looked away,
but I could feel that queasy excitement already building in my gut.  I
glanced at it again, of course; and Nick had moved his knee up, and out to
the side a little, affording me an even better view of his young
protuberance.
   I found it difficult not to just stare at it; and I think Nick was aware
of my attention.  Suddenly, as if by design, he reached back behind his
head and grabbing the collar of his tee shirt, he pulled it off over his
head.
   He turned and spread it out on the sand behind him, and then lay back
down on it.  I tugged my tank top off as well, and lay back with my eyes
once again playing over Nick's nearly naked body.

   He was so lean; and like me, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him
anywhere.  I looked at his boylike, but maturing body; starting at his
nicely tanned feet, up his long smooth legs to that beautiful blue Speedo.
His round bulge looked absolutely brilliant to me.  I could see both
testicles separately outlined; and his young boy tube, pointing up and off
to the left; sheathed in the bright blue fabric.
   I had to look away for a moment, to gather myself, as my insides were
tingling with delight.  I'm only twelve; but even so, I realized it was
sexual excitement.  Whether this was just unguided pubescent horniness, or
something more; I don't know.
   Furtively I looked at the v-groove, formed by the lean cut of his lower
abdomen, as it plunged, and disappeared into the Speedo; and I shivered
with excited tension.  I wanted desperately to see the flesh that was
forming the mound hidden by his swimsuit.
   There was a moment when I closed my eyes, and envisioned Nick without
anything on.  My boy parts were fully charged, and I had to reach down to
adjust myself.  Nick must have seen me, because I heard him chuckle.

   Opening my eyes, I saw Nick was looking right at me, with a smile. "Got
an itch?" He asked, and I blushed.  I kind of nodded, and smiled awkwardly
at him.  "Scratch it." Nick said.  "That always makes mine feel better."
   I looked him in the eyes, and his warm smile turned into a friendly
grin.  It didn't seem to bother him that I had an erection.  And I was
almost sure that he knew that he was the cause of it.
   "So, did you do it last night?" Nick asked suddenly, and quite boldly.
   "What?"
   "Oh come on; you know." He stated with a sly smile; and despite my
embarrassment, I smiled a crooked little grin.  "Ya, I thought so..." He
added.  We lay quietly in the sand for a moment, each with our own
thoughts.
   "What about you?" I asked, finally summoning the courage to say it.
Nick's smile increased, giving me the answer.  And, as I looked at him, it
wasn't hard to see the lump in his Speedo filling out a bit.

   Nick must have felt a little self conscious then.  Unlike my board
shorts, his Speedo didn't offer much concealment for a hardening wiener.
He sat up, and grabbing his tee shirt from behind him, he held it over his
lap.  He twisted, and hopped up from the sand, turning away from me.
   "Come on." He said.  "Let's go inside and grab something to drink.  Grab
the kite, will ya..?"  I got up, tossed my tank top over my shoulder, and
scooped up the kite from the beach; following along behind him.
    We walked up across the dune to his house.  Much like the beach house
where I was staying, there was a large deck at the back, which also had a
small hot tub built into it.  We crossed the deck, and wiped the sand from
our feet with our shirts and went inside.

   The house was high beamed and very open.  As we walked in, the kitchen
and living area were all blended into one giant room.  Nick walked to the
fridge, and pulled it open, stooping just a bit to check out its contents.
   "Hmm...  You want a Pepsi?  Maybe some juice, or water, or what?"  He
asked.  I stood behind him a few feet; my eyes happily glued to the tight
round globes of his butt, barely covered by the small swim suit.
   " I uhh... Huh?  Oh! Maybe a Pepsi I guess." I stammered.  Nick handed
me a cold soda, and turned around with a plate of cold pizza slices.
   "Let's snack on these." He suggested, putting the plate up on the
counter.  He pulled some potato chips from the cupboard, and we stood at
the counter while we talked, and snacked on the goodies.

   I wanted to ask Nick some stuff, but I was really nervous.  I mean, even
though we had been hinting at, and joking about boners, and jacking off;
well, there's a big difference between joking about something, and actually
wanting to do it.
   I mean, I really like Nick.  What if I say the wrong thing?  What if he
thinks I'm weird?  What if he..."
   "Danny, can I ask you something?" Nick asked suddenly.  I looked over at
him, a bit surprised, and certainly curious.
   "Ya...  You can ask me anything?" I responded, hoping that he would.
   "So, you know the stuff we've been talking about, right?" He asked,
making the jerking motion with his hand again, as a little clue.
   "Well...  Ya." I said softly, more than curious now.
   "So, I was hoping, maybe we can talk about it some more?" Nick suggested
shyly.
   "Really?" I blurted out, and started to laugh.  "I was going to ask you
about the same thing."  We both smiled at one another; each of us feeling a
little more as ease.
   "This is so cool..." Nick said excitedly, not wasting any time.
"So... When you do it...  You know, jack off and stuff, do you... Do you
squirt anything yet?" He asked.  I looked down at my slice of pizza, still
a feeling a little shy.
   "A little bit..." I mumbled nervously, as if confessing something.  "Do
you?"
   "Uh huh.  Not a lot, but, a little squirt.  Sometimes two." Nick said.
Then he reached down, needing to tweak his stiffening boy pole.

   I have to admit, I had to do the same thing; and we smiled knowingly at
each other as we did.  Nick looked up at my eyes, as if judging something,
or getting up his nerve.
 "You wanna' go up to my bedroom?" He finally asked.  I looked at him and
nodded, wondering what he was thinking about.
   We hurried up to his bedroom on the upper level of the beach house;
where Nick closed the door behind us.  He looked a bit nervous; and I was
oddly excited, as I wondered what he had in mind.
    "I'm gonna' show you something." He said.  Getting down on the floor,
Nick reached under a small dresser, and pulled out several magazines.  We
sat side by side on the edge of his bed, and Nick looked over at me with a
sneaky look.
    "What are they?" I asked, totally curious.
    "Nudist magazines." Nick breathed, as he opened one of them.  My eyes
opened wide as I looked at the first few pages.  Everyone was naked.  I had
seen a Playboy once, but this magazine had families in it; with kids our
age.  There were a lot of pictures with naked boys, and for some reason
both Nick and I seemed particularly interested in those.

   Within seconds, both Nick and I were reaching underneath the magazine,
which was spread on our laps between us; needing to squeeze our plumped up
boy tools as we turned the pages.  "Let's get comfortable..." Nick
suggested, sliding back from the edge of the bed.  I scootched back with
him, and we leaned back, side by side against the head board.
    As we were getting comfortable, I couldn't help but look over at Nick's
body again.  Except for his Speedo, he was totally on display to me.  From
his naked legs and feet, to the prominent bulge; which was (gasp) just
barely concealed.
   I swallowed hard as Nick opened the magazine again, spreading it over
our laps.  He flipped the page to a picture with three young boys in it.
Two were uncircumcised, and the other one was.  After a moment, Nick looked
over at me.
   "So, which one are you?" he asked softly.
   "Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned.  Nick pointed down to the
picture, moving his finger between the two types.  "Oh...  I've still got
my foreskin." I told him.
   "Cool, I like those." he smiled.  "I'm cut." He added, almost
apologetically."
   "I know." I told him.
   "What?  How did you know I'm circumcised?" Nick asked with an
inquisitive grin.
   "Well, to be honest...  Your Speedo kind of shows it pretty clear." I
confessed.  Nick blushed just a little bit; but then he smiled.  He moved
the magazine from his lap to look.  "See." I told him, practically putting
my fingertip on his dick.

   "Whoa.  I didn't know it was that obvious." Nick commented sheepishly.
I noticed a little dime sized wet spot, on the front of his Speedo at the
top of his bulge.
   "You're leaking." I said with an excited chuckle, more to myself than to
Nick.  He blushed again, embarrassed by the drop of apparent precum that
had seeped through his swimsuit.
   He looked over at me, to see what my reaction was.  I gave him a slow
smile.  "It's ok."  I told him reassuringly.  "I probably have the same
thing going on."  I looked down at my own shorts, and rubbed my fingers
across the front of them.
   "Ya, but yours doesn't show..." Nick said, sounding a bit disappointed.
He opened the magazine again, and we started looking at the pictures once
more.  We always lingered on the many pictures of nude boys, both of us
wanting to look.  "He's so hot." Nick commented without thinking; as we
looked at a closeup picture of a cute twelve year old.

    I don't even think he realized that he had said it.  I looked over at
his face as he anxiously studied the picture.  That's when it really sunk
in to me; what I suppose I already knew.  Nick was seriously into boys.
   I looked back at the magazine for a moment, feeling a rush of
excitement.  This was exactly what I was hoping for.  Sitting there
thinking about it, I screwed up my courage and made a decision.
   Reaching down I quickly undid the button on my board shorts.  Before I
could change my mind, I hooked my thumbs over the waistband and slipped my
shorts down my thighs, exposing my young erection.  I looked over at Nick,
hoping I hadn't gone too far.
   Nick's eyes were about as wide as they could get.  His mouth was open in
a shocked expression.  Briefly he glanced up at my eyes, and then focused
back on my boy junk.  Finally a huge grin spread his lips.
   "That is so cool..." Nick breathed, still staring at my boner.  Setting
the magazine aside, he reached for his bright blue Speedo and pulled it
down over his hips.  It was my turn to look now.

   I could feel my insides flutter, and my dick twitched as I looked at his
rigid boy tube.  Nick wasn't circumcised, and another drop of precum was
oozing from his pee slit.  It looked awesome.  Absentmindedly, I reached
down to touch my own member.
   With Nick staring intently at it; I pulled the foreskin sheath back,
exposing the shiny purple plumb of my glans.
   "Whoa..." Nick uttered, fascinated at the sight of mine. "I've never
seen someone who had foreskin before.  I mean, not in real life anyway...
That's so... So cool."  He gasped looking up at me.  He wrapped his fingers
around his own turgid boy tool, and began to stroke it absently.  "Wanna'
jack off together?" He asked.
   "Looks like you've already started." I laughed.  And then, staring at
his dick, I began to stroke my own.  It must have looked funny; two boys
staring transfixed at one another, with our fingers flying over our
boyhoods.

   I had never, ever done anything like this before.  It was incredibly
erotic to me, to watch him; and I wanted to touch his dick so badly, as I
watched his balls bouncing around with his vigorous stroking.
   My foot rolled to the outside, making contact with his.  The touch of
skin on skin was electric, and my eyes rolled back in my head with the
extra stimulation.  "Ohhh... Oh fuck..." I breathed.
   Nick must of felt it too, because I heard him moan, and then I felt the
soft touch of his warm hand as he laid it casually on my thigh.  Nick's
head leaned back against the headboard, as he continued jacking himself
with his other hand.  We were both deep in the throws of it...  Tingling
excitedly, our feet rubbing together as our legs moved in jerky motions...
It was getting close...  Getting so close...  The tingles...

    "Nick.  Nick honey I'm home." Came a female voice, as we heard a door
close downstairs.
    "Oh shittttt..." Nick panicked.  "My mom's home."  Quickly he leaned
forward grabbing his Speedos and pulling them up.  But he had been too
close, and his dick throbbed with orgasm as the fabric slid over his
sensitive erection.  "Unnnnchhh..." he strained against it, but suddenly a
wet stain moistened the front of his Speedo.
   I barley saw it though, as I was leaping off the bed trying to quickly
pull up and fasten my board shorts back in place.
   "Nick honey, are you in your room?"  There was a gentle tap on the door.
   "Ya mom..." Nick answered, and he pulled his tee shirt quickly over his
head just as the door opened.  Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed with
an awkward smile as his mom walked in.
   "Oh, hello.  Who's this?" His mom asked as she looked at me.
   "Uh, this is my new friend, Danny." Nick explained.  "Danny, this is my
mom."  I managed a little nervous smile, and reached out to shake her hand.
As she was distracted with that, Nick slid the Nudist Magazine out of sight
behind him.
   "We were just going out to fly the kite down the beach." Nick claimed,
and I nodded my head in agreement.
   "Oh, that'll be nice." His mother said.  "Would you like me to make you
some lunch first?" she smiled.
   "No, no thanks mom.  We just snacked on the cold pizza a few minutes
ago.  We're gonna head down to the beach now." Nick replied, as I scooped
the kite up from the floor.  We all walked down stairs, and Nick and I
slipped quickly out the back door and down to the beach.
   We walked out past the sandy dunes away from the house, and plopped down
on the sand for a moment.  "Man, that was too close..." I said.
   "You don't know the half of it." Nick answered, lifting his shirt to
show me the wet stained fabric of his swimsuit.  I looked at it eagerly,
and then up at him; and we both broke out laughing.
   "Shit... And it was gonna' be a good one too." Nick said, clearly
disappointed.  We sat quietly for a moment, both of us thinking about it.
   "I...  I liked doing that with you." I said quietly.  Nick smiled
softly.
   "Me too." He responded, looking up and down my bare legs.  "And...  And
I really like you too." He said awkwardly; and suddenly he leaned over and
quickly kissed my cheek.  His face colored, as he blushed nervously.

   Nick hurriedly popped to his feet, and started getting the kite set up
to fly.  I was still sitting in the sand, surprised by what he had just
done.  I watched as Nick stooped over to spread out the lines of the kite.
He knelt down, and I stared again at his firm, rounded boy butt; and smiled
comfortably.
   I wanted to do more than just jerk off with Nick.  A lot more.  I hopped
up from the sand and walked over, kneeling down right alongside him to help
with the kite.
   "Wanna' spend the night at my house?" I asked looking over at him.  He
turned his head toward me, and nodded with a little smile.  "Sweet...!" I
said softly.  Then I leaned over and returned the little kiss on his cheek.

   We both smiled, perhaps thinking of the things to come.  We spent the
next hour and a half messing around with the kite on the beach.  But I
could barley wait, as I thought about the messing around we might do later.
This was gonna' be awesome...


  End of Chapter Two.



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