Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 13:39:52 -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 chapter continues the story of two twelve year old boys, spent on
the beach in the Hamptons during Summer Vacation.  With their friendship
growing tighter, and their curiosities about their coming of age growing
stronger; Danny and Nick expand their bonds of friendship...


			       Chapter Four
		       Summer House in the Hamptons


    Early the next morning I was in that kind of place, you know, where you
are on the verge of waking up, but still not totally conscious; kind of
like you're dreaming, but not really.  As I lay there, I could feel a
comfortable warmth nestled around me.
   It was nice; like a radiant warmth making me feel content somehow.  My
eyes fluttered open finally, leading me to a pleasant surprise.  Nick, who
was still sound asleep, had rolled over toward me sometime in the night;
and now his young naked body was partially draped over mine.
   Nick's head was nestled softly on my shoulder near my cheek; his arm was
draped loosely over my chest, and his leg which was bent at the knee; was
lying warmly over my thigh and boy bits.

   "Wow..." I thought.  This felt really wonderful.  It wasn't sexual; I
mean I didn't even have a hard on or anything, it just felt...  Wonderful.
I cradled my arm around him, and absently began softly rubbing his back.
My fingers gently enjoying the soft touch of his skin.
   I kind of smiled to myself.  How many twelve year old boys get to
experience a tender moment like this; or, at least admit that that is what
their doing.  It was sweet, and innocent; and I really liked it.
   I don't know how long we lay there like that, but Nick finally woke up.
Surprised, he looked up at me; and quite embarrassed, he quickly pulled
away from me; apologizing as he did so.

   The rush of cool morning air, quickly replaced the tender warmth of his
body against my skin; and the moment was gone.  "Oh, sorry dude..." Nick
apologized again.
   "I'm not..." I assured him.  "That felt really nice." I offered him a
reassuring smile; and then, surprising even myself; I leaned over and
kissed him.  Not a little brush on the cheek, as we had both done before;
but a genuine, my lips against his kind of kiss.
   I don't know what had come over me; it had just been on impulse.  I'm
sure I was blushing heavily now, and this time it was me making an apology.
"Sorry, I just.... I..."  Nick looked at me for a moment; then a little
bemused smile crossed his lips.
   "I'm not sorry..." He replied.  "Like you just said...  I kind of liked
it."  We both just looked at each other for many seconds; each of us
feeling an odd mixture of excitement, sexual awakening, and...  Happiness.

   There was a soft knock at the bedroom door, and my dad's voice on the
other side of it.  "Come on boy's, time to get up.  Nick's mom invited us
to go sailing this morning.  We're going to leave for the Marina in about
an hour.  Lets go boys...."
   I looked over at Nick.  "You guys have a sailboat?" I asked.  He nodded
at me.  Apparently our parents had hit it off pretty well the other evening
at the bar-b-cue.  Perhaps it was the wine, but they seemed to have become
fast friends, just as Nick and I had done.
   "We should probably take a quick shower." I suggested, hopping up out of
bed.  I always did in the morning, just to wake up and feel clean.  Still
butt naked, I strolled into the bathroom and got the water running, and
started to get in.  Hesitating, I went back to the door and looked over at
Nick, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning.
   "Well..." I said.  "Are you coming?"  He glanced at me, then smiled
   "Hmm, oh ya.  I wasn't sure if you wanted to shower at the same time,
or..." He said, as he hopped off the bed.

   We walked into the shower stall and began to bathe.  There really wasn't
anything sexual here though; there probably wasn't time for that.  But we
did help scrub each other's backs; which was a nice, friendly treat.
Washing each other's curvy butt, and sliding soapy fingers into each
other's cracks; timidly touching over each others boy holes.
   We pretty much watched one another the whole time.  I mean, seeing
another naked body, glistening with water and streams of soapy suds rolling
down tanned skin is quite a sight after all.  Anyway, after shampooing our
hair, and gaining mild erections in the process; we quickly rinsed off and
got out to dry.

   Finally dressed and downstairs, my mom had cereal and toast waiting for
us.  And, sure enough, an hour almost to the minute, we headed out and
loaded up into the SUV.  Nick directed my dad on how to get to the Marina.
   He stopped off at the store to grab some ice for the cooler, a bunch of
snacks and soda's, and of course, more wine for the adults.  We drove for
nearly half an hour before pulling off into the Sand Shoal Marina.  Nick
showed us where to park, and we walked down the pier's till we came to the
right one.  Nick entered the code at the gate, and we all walked down to
the proper slip.

   Nick's mom was already on the boat, checking the rigging, and getting it
ready to go.  "Whoa, nice boat..." I called out excitedly.  Sitting there
was a very nice blue and white, 35' Erickson sailboat.
   "Whew..." my dad whistled.  "Very nice indeed."  Nick's mom, Nancy,
waved us aboard with a cheerful smile.  We all stepped onto the boat,
bringing the large cooler of goodies with us.
   Together, we all helped getting her ready, and as Nick and I untied the
bow and stern lines from the dock; his mom put the small trolling motor in
gear and we pulled out of the slip; around the shoal past the breakwater,
and out into clear water.
   Nancy gave us all some instructions on how to sail, and assigned us all
small tasks to take care of.  Nick knew his way around sailing, so he
helped me too, as we set sail and took to the sea breeze.

   It was a beautiful sunny summer day.  The breeze was pleasantly stiff,
and the boat came about and took to the winds, cutting through the water at
a crisp pace.  Several seagulls flew above us for a short while, as if
checking things out, before banking off to fly by themselves amongst the
air currents.
   This was a hoot.  We were really flying, and Nancy kept giving us
sailing lessons as we sliced through the sparkling water.  She even let me
take the wheel, instructing me on how to turn, and give commands.
   "Prepare to come about..." She called out.  Meaning everyone else was to
be ready to do their chores.  Everyone was ready, so I called out, "Coming
about..." As I turned the wheel.  Nick released the jib, and as we turned,
the sail snapped crisply to the other side.  My dad trimmed the jib on his
side and the tack was finished.
   "Whoa... I beamed, that was cool..."  Nancy was pretty good at sailing,
and teaching us the basics of it.

   It was great, basking in the hot sun and sea breeze.  My hair was
flowing backward in the wind, and Nick and I laughed happily as we scooted
across the water.  It was so cool when the boat leaned far onto it's side.
You could almost look down across the deck to the water; an occasional fine
spray dampening your skin.
   After a long while, we took up a more casual pace, and Nick and I
hurried below, wanting to change out of our board short, into swimwear for
a possible swim.  Nick peeled off his board shorts and pulled on his vivid
blue Speedo again.  So nice....
   I stripped off my shorts and reached for my swimsuit, but Nick stopped
me.  "Here.  Wear a pair of my Speedo's." He offered.  I was a little bit
reluctant, because they were so skimpy; but then I thought; what the
hell...
   I pulled on the bright yellow Speedo that Nick had offered.  It was
indeed skimpy.  My package was thinly wrapped, as if in paint; and at least
an inch or two of my butt crack was on display for the world to see.

   I was feeling a bit shy about it, but then I realized my parents had
certainly seen it before; and Nick certainly wasn't complaining.  And his
mom surely wasn't interested in the 'short comings' of a twelve year old
boy.
   We climbed out of the cabin, and back up on deck, into the warm summer
sunshine.  Moving our way forward, we were going to lay out on the deck
near the bow.  "Woo, look at you..." My mom hooted at the Speedo; an
apparent attempt to embarrass me.  I was.
   "Mommmm..." I growled back at her, as everyone else starting laughing.
Why do parents think they have to do stuff like that anyway..?

   Nick and I moved quickly up to the bow, and laid out our towels on the
deck.  Then we both sat with our feet hanging out over the sides as we
leaned on the railing and let the warm wind stream over us.  It was really
fun.
   Some time later, Nick's mom told us we had better put some sun screen on
before we burned up.  We both already had nice tans, so I doubted that
would happen; but his mom tossed us a tube of sun tan lotion, while my dad
steered the sailboat.
   We rubbed ourselves down with the lotion; even helping one another
spread it over our backs; which was another nice treat...  And I have to
say, Nick's tan body looked really nice to me as it glistened; all
slickened down with oil like that.

   After sailing around for a long while; Nick's mom dropped sail, and we
entered a small protected inlet along the shoreline.  It was really
secluded, apparently accessible only by boat.  Nancy and my dad anchored
the sailboat in the cove; and then my dad helped prepare the small
inflatable life boat.
   The three adults finally pushed off in the lifeboat, with the cooler of
goodies.  The skiff only carried three at a time, and the adults were going
to set up for a little picnic on the beach.  My dad would come back for us
boys later.
   That was cool with us, as Nick and I laid out on the deck of the
anchored sailboat.  Feeling thirsty, I opened a forward hatch, and crawled
below to get Nick and me some cold drinks from the small fridge unit in the
cabin.
   The grownups had taken the soda's along with the cooler, so I put some
ice in glasses and filled them up with juice.  Back up on the deck, I
handed Nick his glass, and then sat down alongside him, as he watched me
closely.

   "You know, you look pretty good in that Speedo..." He remarked, scoping
out my pubescent bulge.  I reached down and gave myself a playful little
squeeze for his benefit.  He grinned broadly, and then had to roll over on
his stomach.  No doubt trying to hide his stiffening boy pickle...
   With a sly smile, I reached into my glass and pulled out one of the ice
cubes.  Reaching over, I held it against Nick's bare back.  He jerked at
the cold touch, but then settled back, saying that it felt kinda nice
actually.
   Feeling mischievous, I slid the ice cube around, between his shoulder
blades.  It was melting against his hot skin, and I watched, intrigued by
the drops of water that rolled down his sides, and into the groove of his
spine.
   With a little smile I slid the cube way down his back, and pushed it
playfully into the two inch valley of his butt crack, which was showing
above his Speedo.  He jerked, propping up on an elbow as the cold melted
drippings rolled down the crease of his ass below the bright blue nylon.

   "Ohhh man..." He hooted, and we both laughed.  I laid back on my towel
then to enjoy the sun; but after a minute or so I felt a sudden wet chill
on my chest.  Snapping my eyes open, I saw Nick, leaning over me, holding
an ice cube to my chest in his fingers.
   "Hey...." I yelped.  He had put it on my chest, and was moving it slowly
around in circles; melting the cube on me.  He slid it slowly, deliberately
across my small nipples, and then looked up at me with a grin.
   "How's that feel?" He questioned.
   "Cool." I replied, a little play on words.  We both giggled.  Nick
continued to move the melting ice randomly around on my torso.  A small
puddle of melted water formed in the divot of my solar plexus.  "That's
cold..." I breathed.

 With a sly smile, Nick leaned forward, and stooping down he put his mouth
against my chest, and sucked the little puddle of water off of me with a
loud slurp.  I grinned at him.  "That felt funny..." I giggled.
   Inspired, Nick slid the rest of the ice cube down across my belly,
ringing it around the indent of my navel.  I giggled as the cold cube
played on my skin; and Nick slid it lower then, and playfully looked up at
me.  I knew where this was going, but made no effort to interfere; and sure
enough, Nick pushed the cube under the top edge of my Speedo.
   Then, with a laugh he grabbed hold of my bulge, insuring that the cold
wet ice cube was trapped against my junk.  "Oh shit...." I laughed, and
squirmed to pull away from him.

   He rolled with me, still holding onto my iced boy parts; and we both
laughed hysterically as we jumbled about.  Finally he let go and sat back
on his towel.  I rolled over onto my back, and looked down at the wet
fabric on the front of my swim suit.
   "So, how's that feel then..." He asked again with a smile.
   "Good..." I replied defiantly, and we both started giggling again.  "It
must have felt good to you too..." I added, pointing to the obvious
erection sprouting beneath his Speedo.  He gave me a knowing look, and we
both laughed boisterously...

   Ten minutes later we heard my Dad as the small inflatable lifeboat
motored in close to the sail boat.  Nick and I ambled aboard, and Dad
whisked us over to the shore where they had set up for our nice casual
little picnic.
   It was kinda fun; and we grubbed down on cold fried chicken and the
other goodies.  It was really tasty, especially for two ravenous, and
growing boys.  The grownups topped theirs meals off sharing a little wine,
while Nick and I roamed up the beach a little; exploring and beachcombing.

   I couldn't help but watch Nick's tight round butt as we walked around
the point; and the low rise Speedo he was wearing, offered little in the
way of concealment; which undoubtedly left my boy pickle with some minor
swelling.
   I smiled as we walked along; thinking about how I had never had a friend
like Nick.  He was chattering away about something, but, I was too deep in
my own thoughts to be paying much attention.

   Stepping up alongside, I glanced over at him; looking casually at his
boyishly soft, and richly tanned features.  He had a warm, easy grin that
made me smile; and feeling connected to him, I dropped my arm around his
shoulder as we walked.
   Nick looked at me a moment, and then he put his arm around my shoulders
as well; as boyhood friends often do, in a less than awkward display of
youthful friendship.  It was really nice, and I wished that it would never
end.
   We continued to explore for another ten minutes or so; stopping only to
stand and toss driftwood chunks out into the water.  For a little while, we
ran up and down the shore, letting each succeeding wave chase us as it
rolled up the sandy incline.  When the water stopped it's forward rush, we
would turn and chase it back to the waterline as it receded; only to turn
and run again; laughing, as the next wave washed inward trying to catch our
bare feet.

   Eventually it was about time to head back, but needing a pee, we both
walked up to the sandy bluff; and standing alongside one another, I hooked
a thumb under the top of my swim wear, pulling it down in front.  Nick on
the other hand, boldly slid his Speedo down his hips as he took hold of
himself to pee.
   Of course we had to look over at each other's stuff as we peed; and as
Nick looked at mine, I teased him by sliding my foreskin back off my glans.
"You have to let it breath once in awhile..." I commented blankly.
   "Really?" Nick asked, curiously.
   "No you dork..." I hooted, laughing at him.
   "Oh... You dick..." He laughed, as he turned and tried to pee on my left
foot.  I hopped away, both of our streams flailing wildly as we laughed.

   Finally finished, I tucked myself away; but to be funny, Nick left his
shorts down below his butt as we started walking back down the beach;
wiggling it at me suggestively.  Laughing, I ran at him, tackling him to
the sand.
   We rolled around laughing, and trying to pull each other's Speedo's off.
It was a hoot; even though our boy parts and butts were nearly covered in
sand by the time we stopped messing around.  We lay there in a tangle in
the sand, panting and giggling with each other.
   But it was time to head back to our parents, and we picked ourselves up
off the beach and stood; brushing the sand off of ourselves, and each
other.  Nick smiled softly at me, and I smiled back as we stood looking at
each other.
   Standing there face to face, caught in an odd moment of innocent,
contented friendship; we both leaned forward and touched our lips together
for several seconds.  Pulling apart slowly, we looked shyly at one another;
and without a word we turned to walk happily down the beach toward the
boat.


			   End of Chapter Four.


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