Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 12:43:30 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of Discoveries / Chapter 4
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 Four)
* Recap End Of Chapter 3
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...
* * * * * * * * *
It was just after dawn when I felt a gentle stirring next to me. Scott
had shifted in his sleep, his knee slightly bumping against my thigh. My
eyes opened slowly as I came to an awakened state, and I lay there for
several moments staring blankly up at the ceiling above me.
I smiled casually as the memory of last nights innocent boy play came
back to me. I heard a soft sigh to my right, and turned my head to look at
Scott, my twelve year old new best friend as he lay sleeping soundly beside
me.
Rolling gently onto my side, I moved my arm and propped my head up so
that I could see this other boy better. He was cute, in sleep like that.
Almost angelic actually. I said before that his soft features made him
almost girlishly cute, and indeed he was. Scott had a thin, small nose
with the slightest upturn at its tip.
His lips were almost ruby colored, and in this morning light, they
looked silky soft against his tan features. His long blond hair, which
always seemed somewhat unruly, lay spread loosely over his pillow, making
me smile for some reason.
My thoughts returned to our little jerk off session from the previous
evening, and I smiled shyly again. I had totally surprised myself doing
that, having never jerked off with anyone else before. I've always been a
bit shy about those sort of things. I mean, not embarrassed about being
seen naked, you know. I change in front of people at the pool all the
time, albeit a bit quickly. But when it comes to sexuality, and like,
boners for Christ sake, well, I'm really, really shy about that stuff.
So last night, it had only been because I was caught up in the moment,
and the nude boy magazines he had shown me, and of course Scott at my side,
that I had just plunged right in with very little urging. It had been
epic, awesome in fact...
Absently I reached down and gave myself a little squeeze through the bed
sheets, as the memory of it kinda made me tingle a little. I looked over
again at the boy beside me. The sheet that I had pulled up over us last
night, was up about mid chest, leaving Scott's pebble-like nipples showing
just above the edge of it. I shivered slightly at the sight.
With all the wonder of boylike curiosity, I gently pulled the sheet down
a little further to expose more of Scott's naked torso. I've never really
looked that closely at anyone else's body before, have you? I mean, sure,
I've checked myself out a little.
You know, looking for little hairs and stuff in my special areas. And
I've examined my own dick and foreskin at some length, although I've found
you can only get your face so close to your own junk, if you know what I
mean.
So I turned my attention to the sleeping boy beside me. I studied his
skin with some interest. It looked so smooth, so.... Invitingly smooth I
guess. Leaning in a little closer, I peered at his bare chest, rising and
falling slowly with his shallow breath.
Out of pure interest, I pursed my lips and blew cool air gently across
his left nipple. Almost instantly I could see the soft skin there bloom
with little goose bumps, which made me smile at the somewhat unexpected
results.
I glanced down at myself for a moment, comparing our nipples as best I
could, and then went back to examining Scott more closely. My eyes trailed
down to his flat adolescent belly, and I shifted position a bit to look
more closely at his thin waist, and surprisingly deep innie of a belly
button.
Boys bodies are so amazingly constructed when you really look closely at
them. The forming musculature is so wonderfully symmetrical, almost
sensual in their design. Scott's tanned, buttery soft skin looked so
amazingly smooth, that it intrigued me to no end. Like mine, his body was
mostly hairless and blemish free, and it made me shiver excitedly again, as
unaware I ran my palm over my own naked torso while I studied his, feeling
my own warm skin, slide beneath my touch like warm satin.
Then, not even thinking about it, and drawn quite innocently by the
desire to compare, I reached out my hand toward my friend. I hesitated for
a moment, and then ever so softly laid my palm on his flat, firm stomach. I
learned in that moment, that there is nothing like the warmth and touch of
another human being.
His skin was indeed silky soft to the touch, and I simply rested my hand
there, absorbing his energy, feeling connected with him on some new
physical level, which somehow seemed important to me now. I glanced up
toward his face to catch any reaction as I moved my fingers softly over his
abdomen. Scott seemed unaware of my trespass, and I watched my hand ebb
and swell with each intake of his gentle breathing.
I closed my eyes again for a moment, as if wanting to always remember
how it felt to touch another person in this way... Tender, non assuming,
wanting nothing more than the purity of the tactile sensation.
Looking back down at Scott, I could see the little rise just below the
sheet where his boy bits seemed to be resting quietly. I glanced back up
to his face for a moment, just to be sure he was still sleeping, and then
with timid and trembling fingers I tentatively lifted the sheet a little,
and moved it downward, just about to mid thigh on both of us. Shiver...
Scott's young boy penis lay there undisturbed, soft and lying naturally
on his left thigh pointing directly at me. I closed my eyes for a moment
of pure indulgent pleasure, and then had to reach down once more to give my
own little semi soft boy tube a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure myself of
it's current condition.
Quietly I scootched down on the bed a little further, ever so gently so
as not to wake Scott, till my eyes were right in line with his youthful boy
parts. Yup, I'd never been this close to someone's penis before. Less
than a foot away, studying his soft appendage. 'So cool...' I nearly
uttered aloud, unable to stop myself.
Scott had about three tender inches of smooth fleshy boy tube. His
exposed glans looked remarkably like mine, when I peel my foreskin down.
Although his was more flesh colored, and mine sometimes looked like a
purplish red cherry.
I studied the little darker ring where he had been circumcised, and the
faint blue vein that seemed to reside gently there, just beneath the skin.
Gawd, it was so friggen hot... Absently I began fingering my own boy
stick, which was now more than semi erect at this point.
Scott's youthful balls hung loosely below his penis, sheathed in their
soft purse of skin, and perched lightly atop his upper thighs. I glanced
back up at his face again, and swallowed hard. Not knowing what came over
me, and with trembling fingers, I absently reached out, wanting just to
touch his smooth member. My finger tip was shaking as I lowered it onto,
and gently prodded his thin young tube.
Shit...... I swallowed again. The feeling sent a shockwave of pleasure
through my system. I had never, ever touched another boy's penis before,
other than a playful grope through someone's clothes, like when we wrestled
and stuff. This was so different. A naked soft tube that was delightfully
warm to the touch. It was warm, and spongy, and I trailed my finger ever
so softly over it's length.
Quickly I pulled my finger back, squeezing my eyes shut and shuddering
with delight at the pure sensual rush of it. Looking down at myself, I saw
that I was totally hard now. My breathing was a bit hurried, and I could
actually feel my little boy shaft throb with excitement. Never, never had
I done anything like this. Hell, I hadn't even thought about doing
something like this before.
The nude boy magazines from the night before had inspired a new found
curiosity and hunger inside of me. I tried to swallow, but found it hard
to do, and I opened my eyes again to gaze on Scott's young boy sprout. I
looked at his bare, porcelain white pubic mound, spotting five or six thin
pubes, that surely must have sprouted just recently. With a slight smile I
glanced down to further examine his loose boy pouch. It was sleek and
smooth, utterly devoid of hair, and it formed loosely around his two walnut
sized testicles like a slice of melted cheese.
I don't know what had come over me. It was like a switch had suddenly
be turned on inside of me. Knowing I should stop this, that it was just
weird to be ogling someone like this while they slept, but.... I didn't
care. I was hooked. I guess this is exactly what they mean when they say,
'you were thinking with the wrong head,' because even though I knew this
was kinda messed up, I just couldn't help myself.
I felt my dick jump in a spasm of pleasure, as if it were corrupting me,
urging me on. "More, more...." it seemed to beckon to me. Gathering my
courage again, I reached out once more with one gently trembling fingertip,
and softly stroked the underside of Scott's boyhood one more time.
It moved... As I leaned in, still closely looking at it, I saw it move.
Ever so slowly his soft tube seemed to take on a little plumpness. Very
slowly now, it almost seemed to roll slightly on it's own, and then move
barely perceptively upward on his thigh. 'Holy shit...' I breathed to
myself...
My gentle touch had been enough to stimulate his sleeping member; I
shivered with naughty delight, and kept watching. It seemed to hesitate
and pause there for a moment, and feeling an unquenchable excitement inside
of me, I reached out my curious finger once more, and softly stroked the
warm skin of my friend's boylike penis again.
Movement started afresh. His boy prong continued to swell, and slide
slowly up his thigh, until it was pointing strait across his young boy
mound. And now, as I watched, it raised in gentle pulses, like an awakened
cobra, lifting up about half an inch off his creamy smooth, and essentially
bare pubic mound.
I could feel my own young penis throbbing now at this point, in pure
excited stimulation, and my still trembling fingers took hold of my own boy
tool for a moment, to squeeze and finger myself excitedly.
Scott made a slight sound, and I looked up hurriedly, half expecting so
see that he had awakened and was watching what was going on. But he was
still sound asleep, perhaps lost in some weird dream someplace far away.
Gawd he was so fricken cute... I swallowed again, shuddered with
stimulated delight, and wanted to just jerk off right there. To whip my
boyhood into excited frenzy, and squirt my newly formed boy honey all over
the place. I was horny... And for the first time, really understood what
that word meant.
Scott shifted a little then in his sleep. His right foot slid up the
sheet a little, causing his thigh to raise, bent at the knee, and his hip
rolled slightly toward me. His boy sac now rested on his left upper thigh,
affording me an almost strait on look at them. I licked my lips to wet
them, and with the forefinger of my left hand I continued to wiggle my own
foreskin around just below the head, trying to stimulate myself even
further.
I became aware of moist perspiration that had formed in my butt crack,
and oddly, my bung hole almost seemed to be tingling a little, as if it too
were aroused. I had to slow my own ministrations at that point, as my dick
suddenly twitched several times, almost as if it was warming up for an
inevitable release.
I had to close my eyes tightly for a moment, almost willing myself not
to climax, my fingers frozen there, not daring to move on my stiff tube for
fear of setting it off. My breathing was fairly rapid now, and I was torn
between settling myself down, or just going at it to feel the joyful rush
of ejaculation.
'Easy Nathan...' I breathed to myself. I had been right on the edge,
but several tense moments later, the feeling passed with nothing more than
a sticky droplet of precum drooling from my pee slit. I opened my eyes
once more, quickly fixing them on Scott's primed boy bits.
His four inch boner still hovered just above his pubic mound, bobbing
ever so slightly with his pulse. The strait tube reminded me of a ballpark
hotdog. 'They plump when you cook them.' I thought to myself, and almost
laughed out loud. I peeked back up to Scott's soft facial features, and
his gentle rhythmic breathing told me he was still comfortably asleep.
Fuck this was so awesome... So delightfully naughty that time seemed
frozen, seconds ticking silently away as if in slow motion. I licked my
dry lips again, wondering just how much I could get away with.
With the feeling of impunity, I reached out my finger again and gently
touched, then softly traced the curve of his young testicles. 'Oh shit.' I
breathed silently, as I gently wiggled my finger against his boy bag,
causing his testies to jiggle about. I watched then as Scott's dick
suddenly twitched upward once, and sink slowly back to his mound.
Smiling wickedly, I rubbed it again, and his boyhood jerked once more as
if being tugged by an invisible string. This time though, I noticed a
sticky clear droplet form at his pee slit, and roll slowly down his glans.
Entranced, I leaned in closely with my face almost in his groin. I
breathed in softly, letting his boy like scent fill my nose. It was
impossible to describe the soft musky smell that emanated from between his
legs. It wasn't at all unpleasant, more like erotic, and I wanted more...
I closed my eyes to breath in another whiff, and as I did, carelessly my
nose brushed softly against his youthful boy sac. I was so turned on by
it, that it was all I could do not to bury my face in his pouch. I tried
to imagine what it might feel like to rub my lips, and tongue over Scott's
warm genitals, and I felt my own penis twitch urgently again, as if begging
me to get it over with.
I heard another soft moaning sound come from Scott, and I looked up just
in time to see his penis lurch, and expel a sudden squirt of boy nectar up
onto his belly. Stunned with excitement, I quickly rolled away, quite sure
that I had gone too far this time. I forcing myself to look up, with a
phony grin onto my face. If he was awake I would pretend I was just joking
around with him, and... But it was quite clear he was still lost in some
deep fantasy dream of his own. It dawned on me that he had just had a wet
dream, perhaps triggered somewhat by my, um, my activities...
My heart was thumping in my chest. 'That was too close...' I thought to
myself, and I realized how intoxicated I had been with this sudden lust for
the other boy. All of this was totally new ground to me. Other than
secret glances, and a few funny thoughts, I would have never considered
doing any of this before. Being horny was like being possessed I
supposed... It was like someone, or something else had control of your
senses.
The sight of Scott squirting like that, and the thin clear string that
still hung from his glans to his pubic mound, had me about as aroused as
I'd ever been. I slid my hand over my own erection, rubbing it urgently.
With my other hand, I gently cupped my scrotum fingering it. It was warm,
and a little sweaty, so I reached down further, softly rubbing that soft
smooth skin under my balls, inching deliberately closer toward my own boy
pucker, which also felt more than a little damp and certainly over
stimulated.
It was so moist down there, that I rubbed my finger over the hot
opening, while I continued to rub my penis with my palm. I shuddered at
the sudden erotic feelings. Drawn by instinct, I pushed my finger up into
the hot pink ring of my anus, rubbing ever more urgently on my turgid, and
now dripping boy pole.
Sensations churned within me. The insane tingles that always preceded
ejaculation swept over my loins. My thighs went numb, my head arched
backward, my jaw jutted up and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I tried
to stifle the grunting moan deep within my throat...
I forced myself to glance over at Scott. The wet dribbles of immature
boy sperm that still clung to his belly set me off. My groin seemed to
seize, and an intense jet of hot fluid squirted messily through my fingers.
Another followed immediately, and then several deep contractions like
aftershocks in an earthquake.
My body trembled with the rush of release, and after many long intense
moments, I felt my muscles finally go limp. My finger slipped almost
erotically from my anus, and I sprawled there... Drained.
I could hear my own breathing as I strained to get my wind back. There
was a sticky mess that coated my fingers and my pubic area, and absently I
began rubbing it on my skin, and then I managed to look back over at Scott.
His penis was just beginning to soften, but his glans was still wet with
his own semen. I raised my hand, and unable to resist I reached over and
touched my sticky fingers to his penis, combining our seminal fluids.
It was insanely cool... Our boy seeds were merged into one syrupy wet
spot. Scott kind of moaned again, and I quickly pulled my hand back to
avoid discovery. I glanced up at his amazingly cute face, and wondered if
he would want to 'do stuff' with me.
Not just jerk off together, but, you know, like jerk each other off...
And... Well do other stuff to each other, like the boys in his magazines
had been doing. Fuck, that would be so cool.
I looked at my fingers, wet with our combined boy juice, and with great
impulsiveness I sniffed at it. 'Mmm...' Interesting scent. I closed my
eyes and without much thought I began to rub the sticky gel onto my lips.
Moving my fingers sensuously over them. Actually, almost kissing them and
imagining it was Scott's spongy penis...
Oh man... This all felt so wickedly intense. This whole puberty thing,
and all the new feelings that went along with it, it was awesome... I
thought back to the pictures of the naked boys in the magazine. They were
our age. Twelve, maybe thirteen year old boys with erections, and cum, and
sexually suggestive posses... Shiiiitttttttt..... I needed more of that.
I knew right then that I would find a way to somehow suggest it to
Scott, today. I mean cripes, he had those magazines didn't he?! They were
filled with erotic boy play pictures. And I knew he hadn't even shown me
the best ones yet. There were others at the bottom of the pile, that he
was still reluctant to show me.
He was obviously building up to something, wasn't he?! And he just
didn't want to scare me off, if I wasn't into it. But I was, wasn't I.
Much to my own surprise, I was very into it... If only either of us had
the courage to come out and just say it... What else could it be?
Twelve year olds, in the grips of sexual awakening. We were a bundle of
confused emotions and feelings. Shy, embarrassed, scared, horny as hell,
and insanely curious. Yes. Sometime today I would figure a way to take
our friendship to the next level.
Casually I wiped my face and hands with the bed sheet, cleaning up the
wonderful mess I had made. I scootched back up the bed, and resting my
head on the other pillow I pulled the sheet back over us.
I thought I would just lie there till Scott awakened, but, somehow I
dozed off again, and slipped into a fantasy dream of my own...
End of Chapter Four.... (To be continued.)
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