Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 12:58:43 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer Of Discoveries  /  Chapter 10

Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys
around the ages of 11-14, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration.  A
coming of age tale, if you will.  If this type of subject matter offends
you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to
laws in your area, then please find something else to read.  Otherwise, I
hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.


                            Story written and posted by,   About A Boy.


                            Summer of Discoveries      ( Chapter Ten )


* Recap  End Of Chapter 9


  * Finally finished, we dried ourselves and walked back through the house.
Daryl retrieved our shorts and underwear from the clothes drier, and we
carried them as we stepped out onto the main deck in back.  He grabbed
several cold bottles of water from the cooler, and we sat, still naked on
the deck chairs out under the sun.
   Weird...  In such a short time, even just sitting naked like this felt
totally natural to me.  I was in no hurry, or feeling no desire even to put
my shorts back on.  Daryl looked over at me and smiled as if he knew what I
was feeling.  He glanced over at a small clock on the one of the side
tables.

    "Oh crap... Listen, I have to leave in a few minutes." Daryl
apologized.  "I promised Mr. Riley I'd help him with his boat this
afternoon at the marina...  Sorry."
   "No, that's cool." I answered.  "I need to get home anyway."  We
finished our drinks, getting up, we put our shorts back on, then headed
back through the house to the front door.
   I stepped into my flip flops and smiled at Daryl.  He ruffled my hair
with his hand, and we gave each other a little hug.  "So...  See ya later
then." I said.
   "Any time Nathan." He offered.
   "Yeah..." I smiled and headed out the door, Daryl at my heals.  I
grabbed up my bike, and he hopped into his Subaru and started it up.  With
a little wave I rolled up the driveway, and he backed out slowly, then
passed me with a wave as he drove off up the road.

   I grinned privately to myself...  There's nothing like the summer of
your twelfth year, is there?  I rode home, and realizing how hungry I was,
I made a bee line for the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.  My mom was
till sitting at the table, finishing her work on the computer.
   "Come home for lunch and your messages did you?" She said with a hint of
sarcasm.
   "Ma'ooom..." I sighed.  "I'm just out playing.  Besides, you have to
work anyway."
   "I know." She smiled.  "I'd still like to see you once in awhile.
Anyway, Scott called for you a short time ago." She said.  "They are going
to stay over on the mainland tonight, so he won't be back till late
tomorrow afternoon."

   "Oh man..." I whined.  "That sucks..."  Now what would I do tomorrow?
   "Also," my mom added, "Another of your little friends called.  Ayden, Is
that his name?  He wanted to talk to you about something."  My eyes lit up
a little.  I'd almost forgotten about Ayden.  Yup, tomorrow might be a good
day after all....


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   Sometime after dinner, I called Ayden on the phone.  It was kind of
cute, because I could hear how excited he seemed to be, that I had called
him back.  Apparently I had really bonded with the eleven year old the
other day at the lake, when we had all gone skinny dipping.
   He was a really shy kid, even more so than I was.  It had taken some
convincing to get him to join us, as we swam naked and used the rope swing
that day.  And then when the boy talk inevitably got around to sex, and
masturbation, well....

   He was quite embarrassed about it all, finally admitting privately to me
that he'd never done it.  In fact, he really didn't know how to masturbate,
other than just touching himself briefly when he'd get an erection in the
shower or something.
   I thought back to how I was, only a few months earlier, when I was just
starting to explore my twelve year old body and the burgeoning pubescent
changes.  It was kinda' hard to know just what to do, and that was all in
private, not even with the pressure of other boys around.

   We had agreed to meet up by the elementary school around ten the next
morning.  He wanted to hang out a little, and, like we had talked about
before, maybe I could teach him a few things about puberty stuff, you know,
so he'd fit in more with the other boys.
   I found that I was getting kind of excited thinking about it too, I
mean, Ayden was really cute, and after the last few days of messing around
with Scott, and the older boy Daryl, I was really getting into it.

   Besides, Ayden had a nice little body for an eleven year old, and just
by looking at him at the lake, I could see he seemed to be maturing a bit
early for his age.  It was only natural that he wanted to learn more about
'sex' stuff, even before he had the sex-ed class in school next year.  And,
he had been really curious about my foreskin that day at the lake, since
he'd never really seen one before, so I was looking forward to having a
'boy to boy' chat and stuff with him.

    So after a late breakfast the next morning, I took a nice thorough
shower, and thought about everything that had happened over the last
several days.  My first time masturbating with someone else, my first ever
real kiss, and later my first and only blow job, all with my new best
friend Scott.
   And then yesterday, my intense session with Daryl, the sixteen year old
boy who lived near the lake.  The hot tub, and the amazing body massage,
that, as I thought about it, was certainly sexually motivated, ending with
Daryl jacking me off that way.  And I had loved it.  I had really loved the
attention from the good looking older boy.

   After my shower, I slipped into some white low rise cotton briefs, my
board shorts and a red Nike tee, and then wandered outside.  It was just
before ten, and hopping on my bike, I headed up the road toward the school
grounds.  When I turned the corner into the parking area, I could see that
Ayden was already there.
   He was sitting on the grass near his bike, and as soon as he saw me he
hopped up eagerly to his feet, a wide grin spread his soft youthful
features.  "Hi Nathan..." He beamed, stepping forward toward me like an
excited puppy as I got near him.
   "Hi Ayden." I smiled back, dropping my bike on the lawn beside his.
Damn, he really was a cute looking kid, I thought as I looked at him.

   His mid length sandy brown hair had a casual and natural look about it,
with his bangs hanging loosely over his forehead.  And I loved the look of
his green eyes, which totally stood out against his boyishly innocent
features, and his teeth looked pearly white as he smiled warmly at me.  He
was wearing a sleeveless Nike dri-FIT shirt that was almost fluorescent
green with tapered black side panels, and I noticed the green seemed to
match his eyes.
   His shorts were black, and had matching green stripes and tie string.
He looked really sharp actually.  Not just a kid throwing clothes on, but a
really coordinated look to it, which made him look edgy and current, even
for an eleven year old.

   We talked casually for a few minutes, and I couldn't help but to keep
looking him over.  The tanned bare skin of his arms and legs had a buttery
soft look to it, and I have to admit, I was already feeling a little
excited thinking about what we might be doing later.  And, I could tell he
was excited about it as well, though he was certainly being shy about
broaching the subject.

   "So, you wanna' ride our bikes up to the store?" I asked him casually,
after we had talked for several minutes.
   "Sure..." He replied eagerly.  We straddled our bikes and rode the mile
up to the island general store, where we wandered around inside for awhile
just looking at stuff.  I pointed out the 'girly' magazines behind the
counter, just to get him thinking about it, and after a time, we pooled our
few dollars, and settled on some candy and a shared soda.
   At this age kids are more casual, so sharing bites of candy and drinking
from the same bottle really isn't a big thing.  No need to wipe off the top
of the bottle between swigs, I mean, why would anyone ever do that?

   I noticed that Ayden kept glancing over at me as we sat outside the
store.  A combination of things I suppose, but I think he was really
getting nervous about what we were intending to do.  Two days ago, he'd
asked me to teach him some things about puberty, and masturbating and
stuff...  But now that we were actually getting close, well...
   It was kind of embarrassing to just suddenly bring it up.  I mean think
about it.  At eleven or twelve years old, when you're pretty shy, it's kind
of hard to just look at someone and casually say... 'So, why don't you show
me how to jack off, you know, if you don't mind...'  Scary thought isn't
it?

   We finished our soda and tossed the bottle into the trash can in front
of the store.  I looked at Ayden and smiled reassuringly.  "Wanna' go over
to my house?" I asked.  He smiled timidly, and nodded.  Jumping on our
bikes, we headed off slowly toward my street.
  I could tell Ayden was more than a little nervous, cause we peddled
slowly, as if maybe trying to delay this as long as possible.  I had to
smile a little, because I knew what he was feeling.  I'd been the same way
about actually doing things with, or in front of someone else.

   I reached out and touched his shoulder as we rode along.  "It's okay
Ayden..." I said.  "Remember the other day when we went skinny dipping?
You were all worried about doing that, and then after you joined in,
well...  It was fun wasn't it?"
   Ayden nodded, his eyes twinkled fondly at the memory, and he smiled
timidly at me.  "I know..." He said quietly.  "It's just kinda'
embarrassing that' all."  He glanced at me briefly, and I nodded in
understanding.
   "It'll be cool, I promise." I replied reassuringly.  He looked over at
me again and smiled with a little more confidence this time.
   "Thanks Nathan...  I mean, well...  Thanks."

   Rounding the corner, we pulled up to my house, where my mom was just
coming out the front door.  "Oh good, you're back." She greeted.  "Listen,
I have to catch the next ferry over to the mainland, to take some things to
your father.  I left a note inside, but since you're home, you can some
with me if you want?"  I glanced over at Ayden.
   "Na, that's okay." I answered.  "I'll just stay here."
   "Well, you can if want.  You're friend could come with us you know." She
offered.
   "No, we're okay..." I said, actually happy that she would be gone for
the day.
   "Okay then.  Well, I'll probably do a little grocery shopping then, and
likely come home on the four thirty ferry.  Try to stay out of trouble."
she smiled, and added unnecessarily.

   Parents.  Argggg....  Just go already.  She got in the car, and waved
casually at us as she backed out of the driveway and rolled off toward the
ferry dock.  This was an unexpected bit of luck, because now Ayden and I
would have the house to ourselves, and that would surely make things a
little more relaxed.
   Ditching our bikes near the porch, we headed inside and kicked off our
shoes in the entryway.  My mom's note was on the counter, next to a plate
of freshly made chocolate chip cookies, which made me feel guilty about
wanting her to 'just go already'.  Mom's don't really play fair do they?

   Ayden and I grabbed a couple of cookies each and I poured us two glasses
of cold milk.  Then we went into the living room where, out of habit, I
turned on the TV.  Now that we were getting close, I was getting kind of
nervous as well.  I mean, geeze, how do you just suddenly start talking
about sex stuff?  'Oh, by the way, how's your boner today?'  I laughed
nervously as I thought about it.

   Ayden glanced over at me with another timid smile.  I'm sure he was
wondering much the same thing, 'how do we do this?'  I sat down on the
small love seat, and made room for Ayden, then put my feet up on the coffee
table.
   The younger boy settled in next to me, and we kind of watched TV for
awhile, taking our time to finish the cookies and polish off our glasses of
milk.  We glanced at each other a couple of times, and each time we did
Ayden managed a shy little smile.  Finally I turned to him.

    "So, you want me to teach you some puberty stuff, right?" I offered
casually.  The eleven year old looked over at me and nodded.
   "Yeah..." He answered softly.
   "Ok..." I hesitated.  "So, maybe you can ask me something you want to
know about, and then, you know, I can like show you and stuff."  He nodded
again, but I could see he was still feeling really shy about it.

   "Well," I said, just to get us started, "Have you ever like, kissed
anyone?  You know, other than family I mean?"  Ayden shook his head
quietly, and I could see him blush.  "Do you want me to show you?" I
prompted.  He looked at me curiously for a long moment.
   "I...  I guess." He shrugged, and I turned a little to face him.
   "Okay, lets try it then." I said, as I leaned toward him.  He turned his
head timidly in my direction, and we touched our lips together for a
second.  As we pulled away, Ayden quickly looked down blushing, so I put my
hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

    "It's okay Ayden, that wasn't so bad.  Now just relax a little.  Don't
be shy ok.  Now, lick your lips and get them wet."  I watched as he poked
his tongue out and moistened them.  "Now, don't stop till I do, alright."
Without waiting for an answer, I leaned in and planted my lips loosely onto
his.
   Moist this time, we held the kiss, and I moved my lips a little against
his before pulling back.  He smiled shyly, green eyes twinkling.
   "That kinda felt nice." He decided softly.
   "I know, right.  Let's try a little more okay?" I offered.  We licked
our lips again, and came together.  This time, he moved his lips a little
on mine, and after a number of seconds, just as we broke, I sucked at his
lower lip a little.  He looked at me, surprised.

   "It's all about making it feel good." I told him wisely.  Which was all
just crap really, since I didn't know much more about it than he did.
   "Is that French kissing then?" He questioned sincerely.
   "Not really.  I'll show you okay.  This time, open your lips just a
little after we start.  We leaned in together and after a moment, I felt
his lips part.  I stuck my tongue out, caressing his soft wet lips, then
stuck my tongue slightly into his mouth.  Ayden pulled back, more surprised
than anything else.  "What was that?" He asked.
   "That's what you do." I told him.  "You try it this time okay?"  I
pushed forward again, and we kissed open mouthed for a few seconds, and
then I moved my tongue forward into his mouth again.  His tongue kinda
dodged mine for a few seconds, and then after they finally touched....
Well, Ayden seemed to like it.

   "Mmm..." he breathed a little heavily, as our wet tongues wriggled
around together.  Then Ayden surprised me by pushing his into my mouth
where they danced together for nearly half a minute.  Then, as we started
to pull away, I sucked on his tongue.  Finally when we pulled apart we
looked at each other, and Ayden had a big grin on his face.  "Wow..." He
whispered.  "How come they call it Frenching?"
   "I don't know... Maybe some French guy invented it." I laughed, and
Ayden did too.

   Feeling a little more confident now, Ayden asked me a few questions
about puberty, and boys bodies.  "So... How come you have that foreskin
thingy on your dick?" He asked.
   "I don't know, my dad just decided they should leave it that way." I
replied.
   "It looked cool." Ayden said, remembering back to the day we skinny
dipped. "Could I maybe see it again?" he wondered.  I smiled at him, and
getting up from the love seat I grabbed his hand and pulled him up as well.
   "Come on." I replied.  We headed upstairs to my bedroom, and again, just
out of habit I locked the door behind us.  Ayden sat on the edge of my bed,
and looked up curiously at me.

    "Take your stuff off." I directed him, as I pulled my tee shirt off
over my head.  Ayden did the same, tossing his bright green body shirt onto
the chair.  I took my socks off, and then wriggled out of my board shorts.
   Ayden had pulled off his socks while still sitting on the bed, and then
he stood to pull his sports shorts off, leaving us both standing there in
our underwear.  I looked at his body more closely than I had at the lake.
He really did look pretty nice for eleven.  He was about three inches
shorter than I was, so I'm guessing about four foot nine.

   Even though his body still looked very boyish, his torso was starting to
morph into adolescence.  Ayden was looking me over as well, as he stood
there with his hands kind of folded shyly in front of his mid section.  I
smiled, and without any fanfare I pulled off my low cut briefs, exposing my
soft, three inch boy sprout.
   Ayden's eyes widened excitedly and his gaze fixed on it.  I hopped up
onto the middle of my bed, and lay on my back.  "Go ahead," I laughed,
seeing his wide eyed expression.  "Take a look."

   He glanced up at my face, and then he crawled up on his knees along side
me, looking steadfastly at my limp, foreskin clad biscuit.  "Go on..." I
directed.  "Check it out."  Ayden leaned closer.
   "What's if feel like when you pull your skin back?" He asked, still
staring at my fleshy membrane.
    "I don't know...  You tell me." I directed him.  He looked up at me
again and I nodded.  "Go on, it won't bite you." I laughed.

   Ayden reached out trembling fingers and hesitantly touched my soft
boyhood.  He pulled his hand back an inch or two, and then with a curious
smile he reached for it again.  He fingered the fleshy gathering of skin at
the end.  "It's warm..." He observed, which made me smile.
   His fingers squeezed as he tested my flexible tube, which made me squirm
delightedly.  Shit it feels so good when someone else touches your goods
like that.  With gentle fingers, Ayden tried to slip my foreskin down, but
since I was still pretty soft, my whole dick just moved.

   It felt so good though, that my dick started to swell quickly in his
fingers, and he looked up and smiled impishly at me again.  It only took a
few moments, and my tube had expanded to four and a half stiff inches,
still clutched warmly in Ayden's boyishly curious fingers.
   He slid my foreskin down with ease now, his eyes wide again with excited
curiosity as my cherry-like knob was exposed.  "Wow..." He breathed. "It's
like, almost purple." He remarked.  "Does it hurt?"

   "No..." I laughed.  "It just looks like that when it's all plumped up
and stuff.  Let's see yours." I prompted.  Ayden looked at me shyly, and
then slowly he hooked his thumb under the waistband of his underwear.
Taking a slow deliberate breath, he finally pulled them down in front,
allowing his young boy wand to pop out freely.
   He looked really nice...  His soft cocklet was a little smaller than
mine, but it was already starting to expand.  I reached over and held it
between my fingers, tugging it gently a few times, causing it to swell even
quicker.

   It only took a moment, and young Ayden had a surprisingly long erection
for an eleven year old.  It was almost four inches, and boned up like this,
his was just as thick as mine.  It's not like that's really big or
anything, just about as thick as a good sized hotdog.
   "Nice bone." I told him honestly.
   "Really?" Ayden asked, smiling at me.  I nodded, and then moved my
fingers down to cup his youthful testicles.  They were surprisingly loose,
and his left nut was hanging just a bit lower than the right.  "That feels
good..." He cooed.  No one else had ever touched his boy bits before, other
than the brief touch of mine at the lake.

   "So, you said you didn't know how to, you know, jerk off?!" I remarked.
He looked at me, and shook his head, looking a bit embarrassed that he
didn't know.  "That's okay." I beamed.  "We'll fix that right now...  Lie
down next to me." I directed.
   The smile returned to Ayden's face, and he squirmed himself around to
lie alongside me on the bed.  He smiled at me again, happy that he'd found
someone who wouldn't make fun of him.

   "So, watch me." I said.  Taking my dick in my fingers, I began to stroke
myself with slow deliberate strokes.  Ayden watched me intently, and then
took his own boytube into his fingers and emulated my actions.
   "I heard someone, Tomi I think, say you hold it with your fist?" He
questioned.
   "Some do, I guess.  But, it feels better this way.  You get more
sensations, and you can wiggle your fingertip under the head, and really
get it feeling good this way."

   Ayden eyed me closely, and I showed him how I could use my forefinger,
and wiggle it just on the underside below my glans as I stroked.
"Mmmm...." Yeah, I breathed.  Ayden tried to copy me, working on it a bit,
trying to coordinate his movements.
   "How do I know if I'm doing it right?" He asked.  I glanced over at him.
   "Oh, you'll know." I smiled.  "Just keep doing it.  You'll get some
funny feelings after awhile, and you can speed up, or slow down, or
whatever you want, to make it last.  We lay there, jerking together for a
number of minutes.

   I saw Ayden's leg jerk once, and smiled because I knew he was getting
some of those involuntary twitches that you get when it starts to feeling
out of control good.  With my free hand, I reached over and rubbed softly
over Ayden's smooth naked torso, then slowly up and down on his firm, warm
thigh.
   "Whu, what's that do?" He half moaned, somewhat breathily.
   "It just feels good.  It kind of simulates you more." I told him.  "Do
you like it?"  He closed his eyes for a moment, still stroking, and
concentrating on the soft caress of my hand.

   "Mmmm...." He sighed.  "Ya.... Ya I like it."  I stopped stroking
myself, and rolled toward Ayden, so I could really get him going.  Softly I
slid my hand over his belly, chest, and over his bare pubic mound...
Gently...  Teasingly...  "Mmm, mmm...." Ayden sighed, and his legs began to
squirm a little more now, and I noticed his cute little toes clench
imploringly a time or two.
   I ran my hand softly up and down his thigh, gently rubbing against his
smooth boy sack.  Ayden's eyes were closed now, and his mouth sagged a
little, as he sighed and cooed contentedly.

   "It's feeling weird..." He breathed, squirming a bit more.  "What if
I... If I pee?"
   "You won't." I assured him.  "Keep going, speed up a little..."  Ayden
followed my instruction, and soon he was emitting soft little whimpers.  I
smiled, and slid my hand down between his legs, rubbing my finger under his
gently bobbing sack, then seeing his pleasure, I pushed my hand even lower,
under him, between his sweaty cheeks, letting my finger slide teasingly
across his boy opening.

   Ayden's hips bucked at the contact, his legs jerked.  "What... What's
that." He moaned, barley opening his eyes.
   "Just keep going..." I implored him.  "Don't stop, don't stop....  I saw
him wince, and his leg kicked out slightly, and I watched with delight as
his mouth opened in an almost pained expression of pure pleasure...
   "Uhhhh.... Fuh....." He groaned...  "It's, it's...."  I actually saw his
nuts snug up a little, and his hand slowed....  Quickly I usurped his hand
with mine, and I jerked him feverishly.  He moaned, and his hips literally
lifted from the bed....  "Ohhh ga.... Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh....." He cried
out as his eleven year old frame jolted in spasm.  Several wonderfully long
seconds of bliss before his body relaxed...

   I licked my thumb, and ran it over his inflamed knob.  He jerked wildly
at the contact.  I smiled and looked up at his face, as he lay panting,
eyes still closed, and his mouth open slightly.  He looked so friggen hot
that I couldn't help myself, and for some reason I leaned over and just
licked and suckled on his left nipple.
   Don't ask me why, I don't know.  It just came over me, and I had to do
it.  I was so worked up that I couldn't resist, and then I rolled over onto
my back, and began stroking myself again with renewed interest.

   There was a nice big drop of clear precum, already leaking from my pee
slit.  I swiped my forefinger through it, then wiggled my semen slickened
fingertip under my dickhead.  I jerked myself for a minute, and I became
aware that Ayden was sitting up now in rapt interest as he watched me.
    More sticky clear drops leaked from my knob, and suddenly I felt
Ayden's soft warm hands rubbing on my skin, just as I had done to him.  He
rubbed my porcelain pubic mound, stroking and fingering my dozen or so soft
boy pubes.

   Had my eyes been open, I would have seen a look of pure awed excitement
on Ayden's youthful face.  His hand cupped my testicles, squeezing them
gently, rubbing them as if urging them on...  God it felt so good...  My
twitching started, and If I'd had the presence of mind to think about it,
I'd know Ayden was finally getting to see what he had just gone through.
   He had just had his first orgasm, dry though it was, it was never the
less the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his young body, and doubtless
he had no idea all the contortions his body had gone through.  He was
watching them now.

    I writhed and squirmed, moaning with pleasure as the eleven year old
looked on intently.  "Uhhhhhh....  Here it comes...." I announced to Ayden,
"Here it comes....  Uhhh, uhh....."  And it did.
    I squirted bold dollops in three distinct pulses of clearish white boy
honey.  They spattered hotly onto my chest and stomach.  And though I
didn't see it, Ayden's eyes were as wide as they could be.  He was amazed
as he witnessed his first ejaculation.  My hand slowed as the contractions
died, and I milked the last few drops from my boy tube.

   I suppose I should have expected it, but just as I had done to Ayden, I
suddenly lurched when he swiped his thumb over my sensitive knob, boldly
wiping away the sticky syrup that still clung there.
   "Whoa...." I heard him say, as he rubbed it between his finger and
thumb.  "That's awesome."  Then his fingers found my belly, and the still
warm splatters of boy seed that had ended up there.  He rubbed the
splatters around my skin, and then he lay down on his side looking at me.
"That was so cool..." He breathed. "So cool..."

   We lay in silence for a moment, Ayden graciously giving me some time to
come down from my experience.  His sticky hand still rested on my breast,
his fingers moving in small gentle circles.
   "Whoa..." I finally managed to mumble, as I turned my head to look at
the other boy.
 He smiled broadly at me.
   "That was so awesome." He reiterated in his boyish voice.  "Is it always
like that?"  I nodded, and smiled at him.
   "Yeah, pretty much.  The more you mess around and stimulate yourself,
the bigger and more intense the finish."  He shook his head in amazement.

   "That was so hot when you squirted like that.  Was that, I mean, that
was sperm huh!?"  He ventured.  I nodded at him and smiled.  The look on
his face was priceless.  Still an awed look of wonder as he had just
discovered the most enjoyable secret of boyhood.

   "Did I like, squirt anything?" He asked, looking down curiously at his
semi stiff nozzle.
   "Not yet." I confessed, "But, it almost looked like there was a little
wetness right at your pee slit, so...  It probably won't be too long." I
guessed.  He milked his rubbery tube a couple of times, hoping to extract
some sign of dampness, then he looked up at me.

   "I'm really glad you showed me how to do that..." Ayden breathed, and I
could tell he was already anticipating doing it again.
   "Yeah...  Well, there's other ways to jerk off you know." I mentioned,
"And they all feel really good."  He grinned happily at me.
   "Really?  Teach me those too?" He begged urgently.  I had to laugh a
little at his enthusiasm, and I remembered back to my first orgasm, and how
I wanted to do it again and again.  In fact, I had worked my little dick
till it was sore.

   "Don't worry.  I'll show you." I promised.  "Right now, let's take a
little break and get cleaned up.  We can do it again later if you want."
He nodded excitedly, and we got up off my bed.  Still naked, I started out
the bedroom door toward the bathroom.  Ayden hesitated at the doorway, self
consciously holding his hands crossed over his boy bits.
   "Dude, it's okay.  No ones home remember.  Come on." I smiled, and he
padded after me, down the hall and into the bathroom.

   We stood at the sink in front of the mirror, and I wetted a washcloth
with warm water.  Ayden smiled timidly at me in the mirror, and I reached
down with the cloth and swiped it liberally over his now flaccid boy parts.
He smiled appreciatively, knowing that there really wasn't anything there
to wipe off.
   I finished, and then began to wipe the mess from my chest and stomach.
Ayden wrapped his arms around mine, kind of hugging my arm tenderly to him
as he watched me clean up.

   When I finished, I tossed the washcloth into the sink, and smiled at the
other boy in the mirror.  With almost an endearing tenderness, he leaned
against me appreciatively and kissed me gently on my cheek.  I thought it
was really sweet, and feeling so inclined I put my arms around him, and
innocently hugged his naked body to mine.  We stood quietly that way for
several seconds.  It was a really special and rare moment between boys.  It
wasn't love, it wasn't sexual, it was just an unpretentious moment of grace
between the two of us.

   We padded softly back to my bedroom to put our scant summer clothes back
on.  I watched as Ayden stooped to pick up his underwear, and the smooth
round curves of his buttocks looked so wonderfully enticing to me, that my
boy tube started to tingle a bit.  There were so many other things that I
could show Ayden, and right now his cute, tight butt was inspiring me.  It
was always interesting, the times I had experimented with my own pick
pucker, and now I wondered what it would be like explore his...

   I smiled to myself as Ayden and I finished dressing.  This summer, which
had started out so crappy, with my parents doing a trial separation, and me
being stuck over here on an island for a few months, was now turning into
the best summer of my life.




                                  End of Chapter Ten / To Be Continued




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