Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 10:54:38 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of Discoveries  /  Chapter 3

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 Three)


* Recap Of Chapter 2


   *When the sun had dried us, we stood up and casually pulled our clothes
back on, still sneaking knowing glances at one another as we dressed.  We
grabbed up our bikes and made our way back up the deer path, then up the
main trail toward the road.
   As we peddled back, I noticed Scott kept glancing over at me.  It felt
like he kind of wanted to tell me something, but, maybe he was a little
embarrassed to do so.  Finally when we got near my driveway, he spoke up.
   "So.... You wanna' maybe spend the night at my house?" He asked, almost
timidly.  I turned and smiled at him.
   "Sure.  I mean, I've gotta' ask my mom and all, but, she should be fine
with it I think." I responded with a smile.  Scott smiled warmly back at
me.
   "Cool..." He mumbled, more to himself than to me.

   Spending the night with someone over the summer when you're a kid is
always an adventure.  It can be full of mischief, full of fun...  And full
of summer discoveries...  At least, that's what I was hoping for.


                                        * * * * * *

     Chapter Three


   Dropping our bikes in the yard, Scott and I ran inside and found my mom,
working on her laptop in the kitchen.  She looked up from her work and
smiled at us as we clamored into the room.
   "Hi Honey..." She smiled, looking us over.  "Did you guys find something
fun to do?"  She inquired.  Scott and I glanced at each other with knowing
smiles.
   "Yup." I replied.  "Played some soccer with some other kids, and then we
went swimming in the lake." My mom nodded, apparently happy that I'd had
fun.

   "Well, there's some snacks and drinks in the fridge if you two are
hungry." She offered, then looked back down at her computer screen for a
moment.  Then she glanced back up thoughtfully.  "You didn't have any
towels, or a swimsuit when you left... How did that work?" She asked with
mild curiosity.
   "Uh... The sun dried us afterward." I told her.  "And I had my sport
shorts on underneath..." I lied, pointing down at my board shorts.  My mom
just shrugged casually and went back about her work on the computer.

   I don't really like to lie to my mom, but, I didn't want to face the
raised eyebrow either, if I told her we'd been swimming naked in front of
God and the universe.  Scott gave me a funny little smile, and elbowed me
in the ribs as we rummaged in the fridge for a snack.
   "Oh..." I added, as I turned and stuck a strawberry in my mouth. "Can I
spend the night at Scott's house tonight?"  My mom looked up again, and
then glanced at Scott for a moment.
   "That would be fine I suppose...  Of course Scott, you asked your mom
already, or....  Are you two just winging it and hoping for the best?!"
   "Na, she's cool with it." Scott said.  "I mean I haven't asked her yet,
but, it's never been a problem." He smiled mischievously at my mom, which
made her laugh.
   "Boys!" she said, slowly shaking her head.  "If she's ok with it, then
so am I."

   "Yes..." Both Scott and I exclaimed at the same time.  Which made my mom
laugh again.  I know she just wanted me to be happy, and I'm sure she was
still feeling a little guilty about having just separated from my dad, and
dragging me over here to the island for the summer.
   Scott and I munched on some of the cut up fruit and veggies that my mom
had prepared, and then just as we turned to go upstairs to my room my mom
said; "Be sure to take a change of clothes... Unless you already have some
of those on underneath your shorts as well..."

   Ya.....  I looked at her and smiled wryly.  Ya, she had probably guessed
that we been skinny dipping, and to my surprise she didn't say anything
more about it.  Mom's are funny that way sometimes, when they catch you at
something.  I guess the 'boys will be boys' rule came into effect here.
   Scott and I banged up the stairs to my room, and I grabbed a small
daypack that I had brought with me.  I rummaged around a bit, and then
stuffed a change of clothes inside the pack, and looked at Scott.  "Do I
need anything else?  Like a swim suit or anything?"
   "Why?" Scott replied, with a silly look.  He hooked his thumb into the
waist band of his boardies and pulled them down a couple inches in back,
exposing some bare skin.  "We already have our swim suits on underneath..."
He laughed.

   I shouldered my day pack and glanced quickly around the room.  "Oh,
should I bring this?" I asked, lifting up my Ipad from the nightstand by
the bed.
   "Sure... Ya bring it." Scott nodded enthusiastically.  "We've got wifi,
and I can show you some, uh, some cool sites on the web..." His eyebrows
flicked up and down a couple of times, with an impish grin on his face.  I
smiled back, and slid the Ipad down into the pack.

   We tramped back downstairs and I told my mom we were leaving.  She asked
Scott for his phone number, 'just in case', she said.  "You two behave..."
She added as we were leaving.  Why?  Why do parents always say things like
that?  Ok, that was a rhetorical question.
    Boys our age rarely behave, obviously...  So I'm sure it's written
someplace in the 'Parents Handbook' that it's mandatory to say stuff like
that, and of course, to embarrass your kid in front of their friends.  If
there ever was such a handbook, I'd toss it in the fire and burn it....

   We picked up our bikes from the yard, and jumping on them we headed down
the block towards Scott's house.  It only took a few minutes, and once we
got there, we pulled our bikes up into the open garage.
   It was a nice country place, which they had owned for many years.  It
served as their 'getaway' home.  They lived on the mainland, like I said
before, not really that far from where I lived.
   They would spend most of the summer here, and quite a few weekends as
well during the rest of the year.  It was Scott, his younger sister who was
only eight, his mom and dad.  But his dad bounced back and forth between
the mainland three times a week for his job.

   Scott introduced me to his mom and sister, his dad was off island at the
moment.  Then we asked if I could spend the night.  His mom was quite cool
with it, I could tell this happened a lot.  Casual last second invites and
such.  It was the 'summer getaway' house after all.
   We hustled up to Scotts room.  It was up stairs, and down at the far end
of the hall.  He didn't have his own bathroom like I had in our rented
house, but it did have a small balcony that opened to the outside and
roughly faced the western afternoon sun.
   It was pretty cool, and furnished with all the typical stuff a boy's
bedroom should have, including several movie type posters tacked
haphazardly up on the walls.

   I tossed my daypack onto a papasan chair that he had in one corner, and
peeking outside, Scott quickly closed his bedroom door securing it for
privacy.  "Gotta' show you something." He said in low tones, just above a
whisper.  I was already intrigued by the 'secret' sounding tone of it.
   His full size bed had a nice wooden headboard, with shelves and reading
lights built right into it.  Pulling his pillows aside, Scott showed me a
hidden panel, that I wouldn't have noticed had he not pointed it out.
   "You can't tell anyone about this." Scott breathed urgently, which
caused me to nod my head conspiratorially.  I grinned at him, happy to be
part of anything secret.

   He opened the panel to reveal a nice sized cubby hole behind it.  He
reached in and pulled out a shoe box.  "Remember I told you that Daryl (the
older boy from chapter one) had given me some of his old magazines and
stuff!" He grinned.
   I nodded brightly with a sly smile, remembering.  Scott reached in and
withdrew the top magazine.  Was there any doubt?  It was of course a
naughty skin magazine.  Scott and I looked at each other, with impish
grins, our heads tucked in close, and that intense bond of sharing a dirty
little secret.

   Sitting so closely together on his bed that our legs touched as they
dangling over the side, Scott thumbed open the first magazine.  I could
feel that excited little tingle deep inside of me.  That same rush, either
because of the naked pictures, or, quite simply the excitement of doing
something naughty and trying to get away with it.
   Either way I sat wide eyed, looking at the exposed flesh of...  Not
women, but teen girls.  They were all young.  Not that much older that we
were in fact.  I looked over at Scott, and he glanced back at me with a
glint in his eyes...

   Even though, at this point of my life I really wasn't necessarily into
girls, at least in a sexual way, puberty was still prodding me with an
exploratory finger.  That finger, at the moment, took on the shape of my
adolescent penis...  I could feel it swelling briskly there under my
shorts.
   My mouth felt a bit dry, and unknowingly I reached down to squeeze my
firming boy tube, moving it to allow for more comfortable growth.  I could
see the magazine move a little, and I realized Scott was reaching under it,
making the same adjustments that I was.  We looked at each other again and
chuckled, bonded in that secret moment.

   Scott flipped to other pages.  I swallowed hard as my eyes scanned the
peach fuzzed vulvas of the young girls pictured there.  They were mostly
posed in, shall we say, a provocative manner.
   With each turn of the page, Scott would glance at me to see my reaction
to the pictures that seemed to be getting more and more graphic by the
page.  We were both entranced, hypnotized by bare flesh, and exposed
genitals.  The next page showed a girl, thirteen or fourteen at the most,
lying on her back, her legs pulled up and her knees spread way out on
either side of her head.
   Her arms were reached inside her legs, elbows resting on the underside
of her thighs, and her girl parts were being spread wide with her
fingers...  "Shiiiittt....." I breathed out loud, as I glanced from the
picture to Scott.

   Both of us had to reach under the magazine, and push our tumescent boy
tubes into more tolerable positions.  I was feeling a bit randy by that
point, and wished I could practice some of my recently learned masturbatory
techniques....
   I wondered if Scott was thinking the same thing, when I looked over at
him.  He had a curious look on his face.  "Sooo......" He said hesitantly,
"Do you ev...."  But a knock at his bedroom door stopped him mid
sentence...

   "Scott...." Came the insistent whiney voice of his little sister.
   "Go away..." Scott half shouted, a bit startled by the surprise
intrusion.
   "Scott, mom wants you to come down to help get ready for dinner..." She
persisted.  Scott looked over at me, and mouthed the word 'shit' to me.  He
had closed the magazine and by now had stuffed it back into the shoe box.
He glanced at the obvious bulge in my board shorts, which I quickly covered
with my hand, a little embarrassed.
   "No doubt...." He whispered with a grin, as he looked down to his own
lap.  A nice lump was formed there as well.  We both giggled in quiet
acknowledgement, and Scott put the box back into the secret cubby of his
head board.

   "There's better magazines than that in there..." He said somewhat
cryptically, and he briefly touched my thigh.  I smiled at him and we both
hopped up off the bed.  I had to squeeze my dick with some force, trying to
make it deflate.  Scott grinned, and did the same thing, and then said,
"Damn, that's a waste of good wood..."
   We made sure no one could see our slowly deflating bulges, and then
Scott opened the door.  His little sister was leaning against the door jamb
with a bored look on her face.  "It's about time..." She mumbled, and then
turned purposefully and walked down the hallway ahead of us.

   Scott and I followed her downstairs to find his mom cutting up some
carrots in the kitchen.  She glanced over at us with a slight smile.  "So
Nathan, do you like pot roast?"  She asked, looking at me.
   "Yes, I love it..." I nodded at her.
   "Well that's good to hear dear, since that's what I decided to make.
Scott, you boys can set the table please, and finish making the salad."
Scott rolled his eyes at me, and we set about helping out with dinner.

   I didn't mind since I was a guest, and I always had to help at home
anyway, so it was no big deal.  About twenty minutes later we all sat at
the kitchen table, and dished up some wonderful smelling pot roast.  It was
just the four of us.  Scotts dad was staying over on the mainland tonight,
so he could finish up his work.
   We chatted throughout the meal.  Scotts mom seemed really nice, and kept
insisting that I have more food.  I was stuffed by the time we finished,
and then Scott and I helped with the dishes and stuff when dinner was done.

   We hung around downstairs for awhile, not wanting it to look like we
were up to something, and then after a short period, we decided to head
upstairs.  We both had the same thing on our minds.  And I was anxious to
check out the magazines some more.  I was also more than a little curious
about what Scott meant when he had said, 'there's better magazines than
that in there.'
   Scott's mom called up after us, telling him that we both needed to clean
up, since we had been swimming in the lake and playing soccer earlier in
the day.  That meant taking a shower sometime before we went to bed.  We
decided to get it over with now, and Scott left his room to grab us a
couple of towels from a linen closet in the hall.  He came back into the
bedroom and tossed one of the towels at me as I sat on his bed.

    "So, you gonna' go first?" I asked, intending to wait there in his room
for him.
    "Come on..." Scott said, grabbing some sport shorts from his dresser
drawer. "Grab some shorts and follow me."  He started for the door, and not
being sure what was going on, I fished a pair of shorts out of my back pack
and followed him down the hall.
   We turned into the large upstairs bathroom, and Scott closed the door
behind us.  Tossing his towel on the counter he started to pull his shirt
off, and I just looked at him curiously.

   "You sure this is okay?" I asked.  "I mean, what will your mom think if
we're both in here at the same time.
   "She doesn't care." Scott said easily.  "We're friends.  What's the
difference between here or the locker room at school, or the county pool?
And it's not like you're a girl or anything."  I looked over dubiously at
him as he leaned in to turn the shower on. "And I know you're not shy." He
winked, "I mean we skinny dipped for over an hour and a half today,
remember."  Then he peeled off his shorts and underwear and stepped in.

   He was right of course.  It's just the way other people think about it.
I mean, it seems to be fine when you're like seven or eight.  Younger kids
play outside naked all the time.  Young boys can hold hands, or snuggle up
in a chair while watching tv and stuff like that.  It's no big deal.
   At that age there is no pretentiousness.  Friendships are simple,
honest, and open.  There's no sexual tension, perceived or otherwise.  But,
when you reach the ripe old age of twelve...  Well, by societies standards,
things change.

   Boys can get really cruel if you show any open fondness, or physicality
with someone of your same gender; whether there's anything to it or not.
You get labeled, called names, picked on and bullied by other boys who just
can't show their emotions, or whose dad's raised them to be macho and shit
like that.
   It's stupid really...  Who cares.  I shrugged, stood up and pulled my
tee shirt off over my head, glancing at my flat stomach in the bathroom
mirror.  I unbuttoned my board shorts and let them drop to the floor, then
shimmied out of my undies and stood naked, glancing at myself in the mirror
again, and running my hand softly over my chest and abs.

    Leaning in close to the mirror, I raised my arm over my head and
searched for any sign of little hairs on my armpits.  Nothin...  I was
checking the other one, when Scott stepped out of the shower at the back of
the stall.
   He watched me a second, then laughed as he stepped up along side me.
"Find any?" He asked.  I was a little embarrassed, but Scott wasn't making
fun of me.  He grabbed my arm, holding it up.  "Let me take a look..." He
said.
   He leaned in close and examined my naked armpit, running his index
finger softly over the smooth hairless skin.  "Nope, not yet.  Check mine."
He told me, raising his own arm above his head.  I smiled at him and
examined his wet armpits for any signs of hair.

   "Nope..." I said, as I smoothed my finger over his wet pits.  "Bare as
the day you were born."
   "What about down there?" he queried, pointing down to my creamy white
pubic mound.  I shrugged shyly, and Scott boldly bent over to check out my
boy mound.  He looked up at me, as if asking permission, and then reached
out his finger and rubbed the baby soft skin above my penis.
   "You got about a dozen little soft ones sprouting here." He said almost
proudly.  I could feel him tremble slightly as he did it, and it made me
shiver with delight as well, as his wet fingertip softly stroked my naked
future bush area.  Fuck it felt so wonderful having him do that...

   Still stooped over, but without touching it, Scott looked at my
uncircumcised boy tube.  My foreskin was bunched in a semi loose flap of
skin hanging just over the tip of my glans.  "So cool..." Scott breathed,
his face so close I could feel his breath on my junk.
   I could see that Scott's dick was starting to swell a little with
excitement.  It was sticking strait out from his body, and as if in
response, mine started to bump upward as well.  Suddenly a little shy, I
turned and stepped into the shower.  "Umm, my turn I guess..." I mumbled.

   I took several minutes, shampooing my hair, and washing fairly quickly.
When I shut the water off, I slid the shower curtain open.  Scott was
standing there at the counter brushing his teeth.  He was still totally
naked, and I smiled slightly as I watched his three inch tube jiggle around
while he brushed.
   He glanced over at me and smiled, then tossed my towel to me.  I began
to dry myself off, with Scott more or less watching me in the mirror.  When
I started to towel off my boy bits, I peeled my foreskin back to dry the
head.  I heard Scott nearly choke on his toothpaste...
   "Cool..." He spit, turning to look at it.  "It's like, almost purple
under there." He noted.

   I just shrugged.  "Ya...  When you still have your skin, it kinda
doesn't dry out like when you're cut.  So it stays more...  Fresh I guess."
With Scott watching intently, I teased him by pulling the skin back all the
way, then slipped it forward a couple of times.  You know, just to mess
with him a little.
   "Awesome..." He whispered, and with each of us starting to 'firm up'
again, we both pulled on our loose, unlined sport shorts.  Hanging up our
wet towels, we opened the door and made our way back to Scott's bedroom,
where he closed the door behind us making sure it was locked, and we kind
of started to settle in for the evening.

   Wearing nothing more than his sport shorts, Scott hopped up onto the
near side of his bed, and sat with his back against the headboard with his
legs out strait, crossed at the ankles.  "So....  You wanna' get on the
internet with you Ipad?" He asked.
   "No..." I said half laughing.  "You know what I want to look at."  Scott
grinned at me.
   "Ya." He chuckled and he moved away from his headboard so we could open
the hidden panel.  He reached in and pulled out the box of magazines again.
I had crawled up along side of him, and noticed some other stuff still in
the cubby hole, wondering what that might be.

   We shifted around, propped the big pillows against the headboard and we
sat side by side as we leaned against it.  Already, and probably not aware
of it, Scott moved his hand to his crotch giving it a slight tweak.
   As he dug a magazine out of the box, I couldn't help but look at his
tanned boylike torso.  Like me, he didn't have an ounce of fat on him, and
his smooth skin and hairless legs made me smile.
   It was my turn now, to reach down without realizing it, and give my own
boy bits a gentle squeeze or two through my shorts.

   Scott set the shoebox off to the side, and he thumbed open the magazine
we had been looking at earlier.  He flipped to the same page we had ended
on, and already my little boy tube was eagerly starting to swell.
   I looked over at Scott, just as he glanced at me.  We both smiled
knowingly, and I nudged his bare shoulder with mine.  He nudged back, some
kind of silent boy code acknowledging our mutual feelings I guess.

   Sitting closely together, we spread the magazine over both our thighs
and started looking at the just barely pubescent young tweens.  His right
hand, and my left, had soon drifted underneath the magazine again to our
own groins, where we 'covertly' began to finger our plumped boy bits.
   Not sure why we were trying to do it on the sly.  There was no doubt
about what either of us was doing, or wanted to do.  We flipped through the
pages, stopping at some of the nicer pics, to linger there for several
extra long seconds.

   The magazine continued to move slightly, as we discreetly kneaded our
young stiffs underneath it.  We shared frequent glances and sly smiles at
one another, and at one point Scott's bare foot kind of rolled to the side
a little, touching mine.
    It was like an electric shock of pleasure when it did.  I could feel a
little excited twitch from my boy tube as the warmth of his bare foot and
toes stayed in heated contact with mine.  I closed my eyes for a few
seconds, almost blissfully enjoying that little contact.  It seemed to make
everything a little more sensual.

   We finished the first magazine, and as Scott closed it, I could feel
that a little wet spot had formed on the front of my sport shorts, where my
finger continued to gently fondle the firm lump that formed underneath.
   Scott set the first magazine off to the side, and after glancing at me
for a moment, as if deciding on something, he reached under the stack of
others and pulled one from near the bottom.  I noticed with a little twinge
of excitement, that he had a little dark spot on the front of his blue Nike
sport shorts as well.

   Scott lay the new magazine across our thighs again.  "So...  You ever...
You know, like jerk off or anything?" He asked rather tentatively.  I
looked up quickly at him.  Of course I did, but, this was one of those
things you just don't blurt out.  It's scary being the first one to commit
to something like that.

   But since I was more or less still fingering my dick through my shorts,
I just gave him a half smile.  "Duh...." I responded.  We both laughed.
   "Ya, me too..." Scott volunteered, quite relieved.  He began to open the
new magazine.

   Curiosity got the best of me, and it was my turn to ask something,
"So...  Do you like, squirt anything when you do?"  Scott glanced down at
the little wet spot on the front of my shorts and smiled, then looked at
the damp circle on his.
   "Ya, Just started to about a month ago." He confided.
   "Cool... Me too..." I grinned.  Of course we were both wanting to ask
the other if he wanted to do it together right now, but...  You know,
you're still a little shy that first time.  I don't know about Scott, but
I'd never done it in front of, or with someone else before.

   We both sat in awkward silence for a long moment.  Nervously wishing the
other one would just go ahead and suggest what we were both thinking.
Scott slowly flipped to the next page of the magazine, the first one with
any real pictures on it.
   My eyes flew open wide in my head.  Not only was there a picture of a
preteen girl there, but also a picture of a naked boy lounging in a sofa
chair, his hand resting on his naked upper thigh, half supporting his young
penis with his forefinger.

   I swallowed with some difficulty, mesmerized by such a picture.  I
managed to look over at Scott, and he glanced shyly at me.  He had kind of
put himself out there, hadn't he!  Showing me a picture of a naked boy,
without knowing how I might react.
   I mean, it was one thing for us to skinny dip and stuff, and in reality,
it was even pretty safe to talk about jerking off, but revealing that you
have a magazine with pictures of naked boys in it....  Well, you're pretty
much at the mercy of the person you've shown it to.  It can change
everything.  Unless of course, maybe it was just some kind of nudist
magazine.

   Scott looked at me again, and then with obvious hesitancy, he turned to
the next page.  "Whoa...." I said aloud.  There, on half the page was a
large picture of a young boy and girl, both naked.  They were smiling quite
naturally, but the boy looked as if he was more than half erect, and the
girl had her hand casually on his naked thigh.
   I could feel my penis twitch in my shorts.  The kids couldn't be more
than thirteen, and my eyes were pretty much glued on the boy's smooth
private parts.  It was quite exciting to look at a real picture in a
magazine like that.
   "That's so cool...." I breathed, barley loud enough to hear.  Scott
looked over at me again, still feeling a bit timid, still unsure.  But I
was still staring at the picture; id never seen anything like it before.

   After a long pause, and more than curious about what was coming next, I
took the initiative and slowly turned to the next page in the magazine.  I
could almost feel how tense it was for Scott, as if this next page would be
make or break.  It was...
   The next picture was of two totally naked, barely pre teen boys.  One
was kind of lying on his side, propped up on one elbow.  The other boy was
down on one knee, partially behind the first boy.  He was sporting a full
erection, his head tilted back slightly with eyes closed in apparent
pleasure, and the boy lying on his side, had his hand up, his fingers
gently touching the other boys hairless testicles....

   I was actually trembling now with naughty excitement.  I felt my boner
give an unseen lurch in my shorts, and I tried to moisten my dry lips, but
my mouth had gone dry.  I just sat there almost stunned, trying to imagine
what the boys in the picture were feeling...
   I had never seen another boy fully erect before.  Not in pictures, or in
real life.  Ya, I had looked at a few dirty 'sites' on the internet,
showing men and women doing stuff together.
   But that was like, different somehow.  And yes, with friends my own age,
occasionally someone had a half boner while we changed clothes and stuff...
But this was the real deal wasn't it.  A full blown, sexually stimulated,
raging hard on...  On a boy!

   "You...  You ok?" I heard Scott ask softly from beside me.  I was still
holding my half of the magazine, and surly he could see my hand trembling.
   "What?" I muttered, almost not comprehending what he'd just asked me.  I
looked over at him to see the worry on his face.  Finally a grin spread my
lips.  "This is so fuckin' cool..." I managed.
   Scott's look of concern quickly melted into a boyish grin of
satisfaction.  "Where did you get this?" I breathed.
   "You can't tell anyone," Scott warned, "but I got that from Daryl as
well.  He has a cousin, or someone in the Netherlands I guess.  He's got a
shitload of stuff like this."  Scott said.

   My fingers were already squeezing away, beneath the magazine.  I was
turned on, horny, and surely as sexually excited as I'd ever been.  The
little wet spot on my sport shorts was not as little as before.  A few
weird spasms from my dick, and I almost thought I had cum already.
   Scott was probing his hidden boy stick under his shorts just as fondly
as I was.  It was really getting me worked up.  We turned the page again.
"Oh, fuckin a....." I purred.  One page had a picture of two naked boys and
a girl together, but it was the other page that held my attention.

   There were four nice pics taking up the full page, all in sequence with
one another.  There was a young tanned boy, with long blond hair which hung
well over his shoulders.  He looked Swedish, (don't ask me why) he just
did.  He had a beautiful naked body, with obvious Speedo tan lines as he
lay there masturbating.
   I had certainly never seen anyone else masturbate before.  One arm was
raised up over his head, revealing no arm pit hair whatsoever.  His body
was virtually hairless as well, except for a very, very small patch of soft
looking pubes on his porcelen smooth mound.
   The beautiful boy reminded me a little of Scott, in his face at least.
In the second picture his soft facial features were strained with pleasure,
and in the next picture a creamy light stream of ejaculate was squirting
from his four and a half inch slender boy spike.  "Shhhiiitttt...." I
mumbled.

   The final picture was a little closer up, showing droplets of clearish
white sperm on his flat belly, a wet mess clinging at the end of his
purplish red penis tip, and some sticky dribble on his fingertips...  It
was so fuckin hot...
   I glanced at Scott, just as he looked at me.  "I can't take this
anymore." I announced, feeling like I was about to explode.
   "Me neither..." Scott responded.  The magazine folded and slipped
between our thighs as we both scrambled to pull our sports shorts down.  I
got mine down just to my knees, and Scott dropped his a little further,
then moved his legs to shuck them off completely.

    Scott was fully erect, and hard as wood.  My eyes were wide with
excitement as I looked at it, the first real life boner I'd ever seen,
other than my own.  It was so sick...  With our eyes all but locked on one
another's boners, we began to jerk off without saying a word.
    Side by side, too excited to even think about pacing ourselves.  Being
left handed, I held my four and a half inch slender boy tube with my thumb
on top, and three fingers below.  My sheath of veined foreskin was sliding
on and off my plumb colored glans almost too quickly to see.

   Beside me, I could hear Scott moaning, and I watched the fingers of his
right hand dance up and down his stiff boy shaft.  His fleshy spike looked
just like mine, and probably about the same length.  Neither of ours was
very thick, they were boy dicks after all, but both big enough to be happy
with.

   I watched Scott's nut sack bounce vigorously with each stroke, and his
soft moans were totally turning me on as well.  I couldn't believe I was
doing this, but was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't even think
about it.
   Both our legs had started to twitch, and move as if on puppet strings,
and we banged against each other from time to time.  My feet twisted and
moved, curling with the delightful unfettered feelings that were roaring
inside me.
   Scott rolled his head back onto his pillow, his eyes clenched tightly
for a moment, as his insides were sending tsunami-like pleasure waves
through his naked young body.  "Ohhh..... Uhhh, Ohhhh....." he moaned.
   My leg flicked out to the side, and over the top of his, and both our
limbs strained against one another like small smooth pythons in joyful
spasms of sensual human contact.

    I was starting to shudder, those deep, deep jolts of involuntary
movement.  "Mmmmfffff...  Oh... Uhhh..." I moaned, no longer in control of
myself.  I heard noises coming from Scott, and I could feel his body tense
suddenly.
   I managed to look down at his young pole just as I felt the soft warm
spatterings of Scott's boyish jelly land wetly on my right arm and side.  I
watched in total surprise and rapture as another spurt of his clearish boy
honey bolted from his reddened pee slit.  It disappeared somewhere onto
one, or both of us.

   That's when I lost it.  I felt my thighs and stomach tighten and tingle,
and the sudden rush of hot boy seed as the jet stream coursed up my
urethra; the dam had burst...  Spew...  I moaned again as the clearish
magma erupted from my youthful tube.  It splattered wetly onto my chest.
Warm boy seed sliding down my skin leaving a sticky slug-like trail.
    "Mmmm...." I moaned and grunted, as several wet, and dry contractions
kept coming.  I could hear Scott next to me, his breath coming hard, like
mine, as if we'd both just run around the block.  I finally rolled my head
to look at him.  His pale blue eyes were fixed on mine, and a wild strained
smile crossed both of our faces...  We lay there spent, awash in our own
over heated perspiration and youthfully sticky boy spunk.

   Scott moved his arm slightly toward me, and his hand rested softly on my
wrist, as if anchoring himself back in reality.  I could feel the slight
tremble from his fingers, and from mine as well, as we came down from the
unabated rush of sexual excitement.
   I glanced back down at his naked body.  His young penis bobbed slightly
as it hovered, and slowly deflated over his pubic mound.  A thin, clear
spaghetti like strand of semen clung from his knob down to his hairless
mound.  I closed my eyes and swallowed.  Even after this wonderful orgasm,
the sight of his sticky boyhood still excited me.

   Had there been a declaration made here?  Had we made a statement to each
other about our sexual desires and preferences, or was it simply two boys
learning to pilot the ship of new found maturation.  I didn't know.  I
didn't care.

   The pictures from the magazine kept running through my mind.  Naked
boys, with beautifully smooth bare skin... Young penises, yearning to be
touched...  Sex had pretty much been my own secret, and private world to
this point.  Now though, it had been explored with another real human
being.
   It was three dimensional now.  Alive, warm, and shared...  I looked over
at Scott's boyish face again.  His eyes were closed, but his soft features
and his youthful countenance made me smile. Whatever this had been, it had
been amazing...  We had shared the most private, and intimate moment I have
ever had.

   I don't know what compelled me, but I leaned over quite innocently and
gently kissed Scott on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth.  Just as
suddenly, I felt like I'd just made a terrible mistake.  Perhaps I had just
blown it with my new friend.  I guess I had thought that since he had
magazines with naked boys in them, that somehow he was into such things...
But.....
   I turned away, face flushed with embarrassment, and I closed my eyes in
instant remorse.  It was dreadfully quiet, and then, just as suddenly I
felt the soft butterfly touch of Scott's red lips as they brushed warmly
against my cheek...

   No words were spoken.  We both just lay there, eyes closed and each lost
in his own weary thoughts....  It was dark sometime later when I awoke.
There was soft breathing next to me, and the warmth of Scott's bare arm as
it rested innocently across my chest.
   We were both still naked, and I reached over and grabbed the edge of the
bedspread and pulled it over both of us.  I smiled up into the darkness,
and let sleep gently take me again.

   Whatever mysteries tomorrow held for me, whatever explorations were yet
to come, I didn't feel so all alone...


       End of Chapter Three....  To be Continued.....


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under the name, About A Boy.  Comments are always welcome.  Thanks for
reading my stories, and I can only hope you continue to enjoy them, and
perhaps find some of your own childhood memories mixed within their verses.