Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 08:29:23 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of discoveries - Chapter 5
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 Five)
* Recap End Of Chapter 4
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...
* * * * * * * *
I woke again about an hour later to a gentle movement alongside of me.
Scott had awoken, and was quietly slipping off the edge of the bed. I
watched as he stood there a few feet away, stark naked and stooping over to
retrieve his underwear from the floor.
He heard me as I propped my head up onto my arm to watch him, and he
glanced back over his shoulder at me with a shy little smile on his face.
I don't think he was embarrassed about being naked there, I think it's just
a little awkward, suddenly seeing someone you've just jerked off with for
the first time.
Slowly he stepped into his undies, and pulled them up his tanned legs
and over the white rounded mounds of his butt. I smiled at him as he
glanced over at me again. "That was pretty cool last night." I whispered
in low tones. Scott grinned sheepishly and nodded.
"Come on." He whispered back. "Lets sneak downstairs and get some
breakfast or something." He bent over and grabbed up my white cotton
briefs from the floor and tossed them at me with a grin.
Tossing the bedcover aside I swung my bare legs outward and over the
side of the bed, standing up slowly to slip into my underwear. Scott
glanced down at me briefly.
"Come on." He whispered again.
"Like this?" I questioned with some concern. "What if your mom's up?"
"Na.... She's a late sleeper. Besides, she sees me all the time in my
undies."
"Ya, well... She hasn't seen me in mine." I breathed.
"Shit..." Scott replied quietly. "Don't be such a douche. She wouldn't
be interested, or surprised by your little bundle." He grinned and punched
me lightly on the shoulder.
"Owe, dickwad..." I retorted, a bit too loudly.
"Shhh.... Moron, or she will wake up." Scott grinned, as he opened the
bedroom door and crept out into the hall. Shaking my head I hurriedly
padded after him, and silently down the carpeted stairs toward the kitchen.
The house was dead quiet as we wandered across the living room and
stepped barefoot across the cool tiled floor the modern kitchen. Shuffling
quietly to the fridge, we pulled open the door to rummage around for
something tasty to eat. Two boys, clad only in our briefs, leaning into
the refrigerator as the cold air streamed out of it, chilling our nearly
naked bodies. I shivered as goose bumps prickled across my skin.
Scott reached in and pulled out a half gallon sized bottle of grape
juice. He twisted open the cap and tilting it back he took several long
swigs directly from it. Smacking his lips, he handed the bottle to me,
which I put to my lips and took a long drink from it as well...
My mom would have had a cow if she saw us doing that, of course.
Drinking right out of the bottle, as if we were the only ones who might use
it. But boys will be boys, and drinking out of the same container, or even
sucking on the same sucker really isn't a big deal among your friends.
It's just the way it's done.
There was a small plate on the rack, with several pieces left over pizza
from the night before, and we quickly snatched them up, leaving the empty
plate in the fridge. Cold pizza for breakfast... Oh ya, it's the best
dude, it's the best.
Closing the door, we snagged several bananas off the kitchen counter,
and turned to head back to Scott's bedroom. Standing there staring at us
was Scott's eight year old little sister. I blushed slightly, since I was
still standing there in my underwear. It just felt weird, because I didn't
really know her at all.
Without thinking, I lowered my food laden hands in front of myself to
loosely cover my boy bulge. "You wish..." Scott whispered in low tones,
and then started giggling. I glanced down to see that I was holding the
banana in front of my junk, and it was pointed outward and up a little,
like a stiffy. I surely colored in embarrassment. I hadn't meant to do
that, I was just covering myself up.
I was relieved however, when Scott's little sister only giggled slightly
as well. In response, I reached out with the banana and poked Scott in the
rear end with it, as we quickly headed out of the kitchen, and giggling we
darted back up the stairs to his room.
Closing the door behind us, we sat on the edge of his bed and chowed
down on our pizza slices. When I had finished my piece, I once again
grabbed up the banana and peeled it down, then playfully wiggled it if
front of my groin. We both laughed, and then Scott leaned down and put his
lips over the end of it, bobbing up and down suggestively a few times.
When he pulled off of it, he sat up and looked over at me with a little
grin. He then peeled his own banana and copied me by holding it against
the front of his briefs, and wiggling it slightly.
With a laugh, I dutifully leaned over and gave it a little lick, then
put my mouth over it, and slid it in and out of my mouth a few times. We
both laughed, but when we looked in each others eyes it was almost like
there was something there, both of us flirting with an idea that neither of
us was willing to vocalize.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, we ate the bananas, glancing furtively at
one another as we did so. I don't know what Scott was thinking about then,
but I was thinking about the nasty magazines he had hidden in the cubby
hole. I wondered if the ones he hadn't shown me yet might have pictures of
boys doing stuff like that. You know, like sexual things to one another.
And I wondered if Scott's little banana sucking bit, was just boys messing
around like boys do, or actually a test to see how I'd react.
Neither of us had the guts to say anything more about it, so after we
finished our snacks we decided to get dressed and head outside to look for
something to do. The moment had slipped past, and who knows where it might
have led.
Grabbing up our bikes, we started riding down the road back toward the
lake. It was already more than warm out, and we talked about maybe
floating out on the water and swimming for awhile.
"Got any inner tubes, or anything?" I asked of Scott.
"We can probably find some." He replied, "But I have a better idea.
Let's stop by Daryl's house first." Daryl was the older boy who lived in
the house on the lake. The one who owned the dock that we had swum from
the other day.
It only took a few minutes to get there, and finally we pulled our bikes
down the long gravel driveway. We dropped the bikes near the porch and
knocked on the front door of the large house overlooking the lake.
A moment later the panel swung open, and the older boy, Daryl, stood
there wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts, as he greeted us. "Hey
guys..." He said, with a cheery grin.
"Hey Daryl." Scott answered, and bumped knuckles in greeting. Daryl
looked over at me and nodded.
"Hi..." He offered. "Come on in guys." He stepped back into the
entryway and Scott and I went inside. "Shoes..." Daryl pointed, indicating
we should slip ours off there in the entry.
"Wow, cool house..." I said, looking around at the high, cedar beamed
ceilings, and the nice furnishings."
"Thanks man..." Daryl replied, as he moved through the living room
toward the huge windowed frontage on the lake side of the house. We
followed him out the open sliding glass doors and onto the large wooden
deck.
"You guys want something to drink?" Daryl offered, as he opened a large
cooler next to several reclining deck chairs. He pulled out a sparkling
soda water for himself, and Scott and I dipped our hands into the cold icy
water and each grabbed a soft drink of our own.
Daryl plopped onto one of the chairs and motioned for us to do the same.
"Take your shirts off, get some sun if you want." He offered. Both Scott
and I shed our shirts and lay back on the comfy lounge chairs, the warm
early sun washing over our tanned bodies.
I took a sip of my soda, and glanced over at the fifteen year old,
reclining only a few feet away. He looked pretty strong. He was lean and
tanned, and obviously a very fit teenager. His stomach was flat, and
showed a nice six pack of developed abs. I glanced down at my own bare
tummy, rubbing it in comparison. Not anywhere near as defined as his, but
hey, I'm only twelve after all. Still, mine was flat and lean.
"Don't worry, it'll get there." Daryl mentioned. Shit, how did he know
I was comparing myself, was I that obvious? "You look good bro, don't
worry about it." He added. I was feeling kind of embarrassed now. Daryl
only smiled and took a long drink of his water.
"So..." Scott spoke out, "You got any more of those... Magazines you
want to get rid of?" He questioned. Daryl glanced over at me, then back at
Scott. "It's alright, he's cool with it." Scott defended.
Daryl was pensive for a moment as he glanced at me again, but then he
smiled and told Scott he might have one or two more he'd be willing to part
with. We sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of the sun.
"Hey I was wondering if we could borrow your paddle boards?" Scott
suggested. "You know, just to float out on the lake and stuff."
"Sure guys, anytime... You don't even have to ask, you know that. My
parents are practically never here, and I'm in and out all the time, so
ya... Just come by and grab them, or the kayaks anytime you want!"
"That's really cool..." I replied, offering Daryl a big grin.
"Thanks..."
"No problem cutie." Daryl answered... And he hopped up from the
recliner. "Come on guys."
Wait... Did I hear him right, I wondered? What did he mean by that?
Did he just call me 'cutie', or, or maybe I didn't hear him right. Scott
had hopped up by that time as well, and I followed. We went down the steps
to the open area under the deck. There was a slab of concrete there with
more deck chairs, and against the house were several kayaks and other water
toys.
There were two surf boards, or, paddle boards as they call them now, and
Daryl pulled them off the rack and we each took one. He grabbed several
paddles, and then grabbed the front end of one of the blue kayaks, and we
started walking across the lawn towards the lake.
There was a nice stone landscape wall at the edge, and we lowered the
paddle boards down into the water. I took the back end of the kayak and
helped Daryl set it into the water. "Thanks." he grinned.
I smiled back and stepped into the lake, holding one of the paddle
boards. "I've never really done this." I told them.
"It's easy man." Scott answered. ''Just crawl onto the board, and get
up onto your knees. Then you can kinda hop up like this..." He
demonstrated, "And just keep your weight centered." He lowered one end of
the paddle into the water and stroked a time or two, gliding out onto the
smooth surface of the lake. "Easy peasey..." He called back at me.
Daryl had climbed into the kayak, and he pushed out just a little to
float alongside me in the water. Standing knee deep, I clambered up onto
the board, hanging onto one of the paddles. Laying across the board on my
belly, I took a few swim strokes to get it moving. The board was
surprisingly stable, and quite agile as well.
I gained my knees, then stepped hesitantly onto one foot, and then stood
up on the board, keeping my weight toward the center. Daryl reached out
and put his hand on my calf, supporting me until I had my balance, and even
after that, I think... It only took a few minutes to get it figured out,
and soon Scott and I were paddling side by side as we stood on the boards.
Daryl paddled out a ways in front of us in the kayak, but frequently pulled
back alongside us.
We cruised well out onto the lake, quite often splashing each other, and
making runs at one another, trying to knock the other guy off his board,
which happened many times. It was fun though. The hot sun was baking down
on our nearly naked bods, and it was quite refreshing to take a big tumble
and splash into the refreshingly cool water.
I couldn't help but watch Scott from time to time. His wet boy body,
and clingy wet swim shorts were quite intriguing to me. He really was
girlishly cute I thought, and his long blond hair looked awesome when the
water rolled down it, the streams flowing and sparkling wetly over his
bronzed skin. Shudder...
Had I been aware, I might have noticed that Daryl was pretty much doing
the same thing with me the whole time. He'd watch, unknown to me, ogling
my nearly naked body somewhat. I caught him a time or two, but we just
exchanged innocent smiles. I didn't really know what he was thinking, or
if I was just imagining his attention. Maybe he was just enjoying the
group of us, splashing and playing in the water. Or maybe he had other
thoughts, I just didn't know...
After an hour and a half, Daryl said he had to get back, cause he had
things to do. He told us to just leave the paddleboards under the deck,
and said he'd leave the sliding glass door unlocked, if we wanted to go in
for something to eat, or to take a shower if we wanted to. He gave me a
look when he had said that, but it really didn't register with me.
"Hey..." Scott called after him, as he started to paddle the kayak away
from us. "What about those, um, magazines?" He questioned. Daryl grinned
impishly.
"I'll leave a couple of them under the pillow in my bedroom." He
answered. "You can have those two for now." He grinned mischievously at
us, and paddled off across the lake toward his house.
Scott an I sat astride our boards, like surfer boys, waiting for the
next wave. But we just floated there, talking about all kinds of stuff
while the early afternoon sun further bronzed our shoulders. It was just
one of those lazy summer days. You know, the ones you think back on when
you're older, and wish you were still , in the good old days.
I sat cross legged on top of my board and looked at Scott, who was now
laying on his back atop his board as we floated there. I couldn't help but
look at his boy bulge. The wet fabric of his shorts sticking and clinging
wetly to him, and forming that unmistakable boy mound.
I thought back to this morning, the whole banana innuendo thing. And
then further back to last night, when we had jerked off together, using
naked boy pictures to excite us. I still liked girls, at least I think I
do. But it was clear to me that this infatuation with Scott, and with
those magazines was more than just puberty rattling my boy parts.
The thought of boy on boy stuff was kind of hot to me. I started to
wonder what magazines Daryl would leave under his pillow for Scott. And, I
started to wonder why Daryl had those kinds of magazines in the first
place.
Maybe he was gay... I mean, he did touch my leg for an extended time.
And, he had called me cutie, hadn't he?! And... Well, if he was gay, well,
it didn't seem to bother me at all...
Just as I was lost in all these thoughts, Scott suddenly reached out and
tipped my paddle board to the side, spilling me off into the water. He was
laughing at me, so swimming under water, I swam up beneath his board and
rolled it, tipping him off of it and into the water alongside of me.
We laughed, and splashed at each other for awhile. And each time one of
us tried to scramble back on top of one of the paddle boards, the other
would grab hold of him and pull him back. Or grab hold of his shorts and
try to pull them down. I managed to drop his shorts down around his knees,
but he scrambled up on his board anyway, and lay there on his stomach
laughing, his untanned and naked butt cheeks shining wetly in the bright
sun.
Laughing, I pulled myself up behind him, onto his board as well. Laying
with my chest across his lower legs, I stared ahead at his wonderfully bare
ass. His nut sac sagged loosely between his legs and on the board...
Shit, it was an awesome position to be in. I reached forward and playfully
stuck my finger slightly into his crack.
"Hey..." he screamed, in mock indignation. But he raised his hips a
little, teasing me as his cheeks spread slightly, and his dick and balls
dangled loosely below him. He wiggled his raised butt to taunt me. "Bet
you wish you still had that banana now, don't you..." He laughed.
"Oh I still have a banana." I laughed, and reaching forward between his
legs I grabbed his dangling boy tube and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Whoa.......
Uncharted territory here. I don't know what possessed me to do that. We
were just having fun, and I kind of got caught up in the moment. Shit.
That was the first time I'd ever done that. Well, except for when I
touched his dick with my fingertip while he was sleeping the night before.
But he was awake now. If I'd gone too far, there was no taking it back
now... But Scott turned his head back with a slight grin, and with me
still stupidly holding onto his boy part, he humped his hips up and down a
couple of times. Feeling embarrassed, and not knowing what else to do, I
let him go, and rolled off the board into the water.
I swam the few yards over to the other paddle board and crawled back up
on top of it. Embarrassed by what I'd done, but still feeling awesome
about it, I glanced over at Scott.
"What did you let go for..." He grinned impishly, "I was just starting
to enjoy it." Whew... I was relieved. He seemed to be more than ok with
it, and the worry about having made a mistake was now gone. We splashed at
each other for awhile longer, and then lying on our boards, we paddled back
toward Daryl's house across the lake.
When we finally reached the edge of the lake, Scott hopped up onto the
landscape wall, and I hoisted first one of the boards, then the other up to
him. We carried them, and the paddles back across the lawn, and put them
away on the rack beneath the deck.
"Come on..." Scott directed, and we hurried up the wooden steps onto the
deck above. Daryl had laid out a couple of towels for us on one of the
deck tables, which was really thoughtful of him actually, and we stood for
a moment and dried ourselves off.
When we'd finished, Scott slid the unlocked sliding glass door open.
"Hey..." He called inside. "Daryl are you here man..." There was no
answer, so we knew he'd gone off to do whatever he'd had plans for.
Stepping inside we walked past the kitchen. There was a note on the
counter, telling us to grab something to munch on if we wanted. He'd left
some chips and a few other goodies out on the counter with the note. It
also said his parents wouldn't be back until the last ferry had come across
to the island, which was many hours away. So he said if we wanted to clean
up or whatever, we could use the shower upstairs.
"Wow, he's kinda cool isn't he?" I remarked. More of an observation
than a question.
"Ya," Scott replied. "He's really nice. He's always been really cool
to me... Come on." I followed Scott down the hall and up the curved
wooden stairs to the second level. The house was pretty big, and really
well furnished, so I guess they must have a lot of money, like maybe his
parents were rich or something.
The wide hallway went off in both direction, but Scott knew right where
he was going, obviously having been here many times before. You could look
out over the railing to see the lower level, it was a really open feeling,
and it made the place seem huge.
At the end of the hall, Scott opened the door to Daryl's bedroom and we
went inside. He had some really cool stuff in here. Some typical teenage
boy game consoles, a neat desk with a computer on it, and some comfortable
furniture along the wall. The room was pretty big, and against the far
wall was a queen sized bed, with mission style head and footboards made out
of teak. There was also a door along the side wall that led into his own
bathroom.
"Shit..." I breathed. "Wish I had a room like this."
"No doubt." Scott answered. "He's got everything in here. And I mean
everything." Scott walked over to the queen bed, and sat on the edge of
it, putting the towel underneath him so his wet swim shorts wouldn't get
the spread wet.
He slid his hand underneath one of the pillows, and then the other one,
and then he smiled. "Bingo..." He said proudly. Pulling his hand back, he
had several magazines clutched between his fingers.
"Cool..." He cooed, turning his head and smiling at me. I sat down
alongside of him, my heart beating firmly in my chest.
"Are those.... You know, more of those magazines?" I asked, already
knowing the answer. Scott looked over at me and nodded, a little naughty
gleam in his eyes.
It's funny, but my hands were trembling slightly. Not out of fear or
anything, just sort of nervously excited, wondering what secrets might be
past the covers of the magazines. Scott laid one of them across our thighs
as we sat side by side on the bed.
He glanced over at me. "Ready..?" he breathed.
"Ya..." I managed back, my voice a tight whisper with anticipation.
Scott opened the first cover, and turned a page or two. There were
pictures of three boys, fully clothed, but smiling toward the camera. All
three were about our age, twelve to thirteen, and they all looked kind of
cute.
I figured they were like, English Schoolboys or something, because they
were all wearing the same thing, a school-like uniform. Gray shorts over
gray calf socks, with a button down shirt, and a dark sweater vest over the
top, and all were wearing a red and white stripped school tie beneath the
sweater. I'd seen pictures from England before, and the school kids all
seemed to dress like this.
It was kind of hot actually, and I turned my head to nod approval at
Scott. He turned to the next page, and it was some outdoor shots, of the
three boys kicking a soccer ball around on a lush green lawn, in front of a
stone school buildings. There were several pages of causal pics similar to
this, with the boys playing and just having fun, and then it started to get
a bit more interesting.
The next page had the boys inside, in some sort of gymnasium locker
room. They all had their shoes and socks off. One of the boys had his
shirt off, with his trousers unbuttoned and unzipped, with one bare foot up
on one of the benches. Another one of the other boys was still wearing his
shirt and tie, but his shorts were on the floor at his feet. You couldn't
see anything though, cause the formal shirt tails hung down onto his
thighs, showing his bare legs below it. The three boys were all smiling,
and still looked to be having fun.
Scott and I glanced at each other again, and I licked my lips to wet
them as he turned to the next page. Oh man, awesome.... Two of the boys
were butt naked now, though they were mostly turned away from the camera.
But you could see the tip of one boy's uncircumcised dick. The third boy
was stripped except for his white cotton briefs, which he was just starting
to pull down.
I had to reach under the magazine, to pinch my boy part, which was
starting to stiffen beneath my damp swim shorts. Scott had to do the same
thing, and we grinned sheepishly at each other as we did so.
I reached over and impatiently turned to the next page. Oh ya, there it
is... All three boys were naked now and had moved into the shower room. A
couple of them were standing under two shower heads. The pictures were
quite close up, and well lighted, and you could see everything in sharp
detail. Two of the boys were facing the camera, with the water starting to
stream over them. The other boy had his naked butt turned to the camera,
it was a cute tight round bum, with a dimple on the side of his cheek.
Scott swallowed hard as we stared at the pictures. One of the boys had
a really small patch of pubic hair just above his penis, on his mound. Not
much, just enough to look friggin hot. His uncircumcised penis was about
three inches long, and stuck strait out from his nude body, his nuts
dangling loosely below.
"Fuck..." I breathed aloud, as we continued to stare at the pictures. I
had never seen stuff like this before. One of the other boy's penis was a
little smaller, but he was also uncut. His balls were bigger, but clung a
little more closely to his body. They were all so awesome. Where did they
find three boys who would do this, and be so open and enjoying it as they
did?
"Shit, they all have dicks like yours." Scott breathed, glancing at me.
"That's so cool." Of course he was referring to the fact that I still had
my foreskin as well, which he really seemed to be fascinated by.
Turning to the next page, we both smiled broadly. All three boys were
under the shower head now, and one of them had his arms stretched out,
shampooing one of the other boys soft colored hair. Damn it was so hot...
They all glistened under the water, and in the bright light. The kid
getting shampooed looked like he had the beginnings of an erection, and
Scott pointed to it and looked at me in awe.
We both took another moment to reach under the magazine and squeeze our
respective boy poles, which were now both almost fully erect under our
shorts. "Shit... I can't take this." Scott said in low tones.
He quickly set the magazine aside, and stood up to peel down his damp
swim shorts. I was right behind him, and we were stark naked in two
seconds, both of us glancing at each other's nearly full hard-ons as we sat
back on the edge of the bed and grabbed up the magazine again.
We quickly turned to the next page and ogled the three naked boys, all
of them soaped up now, and washing one another. One of the boys, the one
with the small patch of pubes, was fully boned up now, and it was so cool
to see the stream of soap rolling over his dick and nuts...
The next picture had one of the boys stooped over a little, looking back
over his shoulder, as the youngest looking blond boy had his soapy fingers
in-between the other boy's butt cheeks, washing him there. "Holy fuck...."
I whispered, as my fingers clutched and squeezed at my own throbbing boner.
Scott rolled his head back for a moment with his eyes closed, obviously
feeling more than a bit excited. He nodded his head toward the headboard,
and then slid all the way up onto the bed, leaning his naked back up
against wooden headboard. I sidled up along side of him, our naked thighs
tight against one another, and our young boners pointing up against our
pubic mounds.
I looked at Scott and smiled, which he boyishly returned, and then we
opened the magazine again to resume our inspection. Flipping to the next
page, my mouth sagged open. Two of the British schoolboys were standing
there, their naked bodies pretty much entwined with one another, arms
holding on tightly as they were locked in an open mouthed passionate
looking kiss.
"Fuckinghell...." Scott muttered throatily. You could see both boy's
tongues pressed together in their wide open mouths. It was so hot... The
third boy stood alongside them in an erotic pose, looking down, one hand
flat on his chest, and the other holding his own erection between his thumb
and first two fingers.
I could feel my own dick twitch against me, and as I rubbed my palm over
it, a thick clear droplet of precum rolled from my pee slit. I looked over
at Scott, and could tell he was as hyped up as I was. The next page had
several very close up pictures of the two boys frenching each other
lustily. And a close up of the single boy's erection, which was pressed
slightly against the thigh of one of the other boys. His foreskin was
peeled back forming a snug collar around his shaft, and his bulbous glans
was purple, and moist, and it made me so fucking excited that I started
jerking off with reckless abandon.
It took Scott about two seconds to join me, and we sat tightly against
one another, breathing heavily, and both of us jacking our tumescent boy
tubes. It was all we could do to hold the magazine open to where we could
see it... "Ohhh fuck...." I moaned loudly as my insides began to tingle.
Scott was doing the same thing, and we were both so worked up that he
finally had to let the magazine drop onto the bed. We leaned against one
another, our bodies so warm that we could feel each others heat and moist
skin. "Mmmm, uhhhh..." Scott moaned aloud, our fingers flying on our young
boybones...
It was so excitingly hot. I wanted to look at more of the magazine, but
the cute naked boy alongside of me was such a turn on that I couldn't
handle anything more. We leaned our heads together, and we could each feel
the others vigorous stroking motion. "Oh shiiiitttt....." I mumbled.
Our heads turned a little as we looked at one another, the side of our
foreheads pressing together. I glanced down at Scotts red, wet lips, then
back at his eyes. He did the same, and then without a word between us we
each jockeyed our faces, timidly moving closer. Our cheeks rubbed, and
Scott turned his head a bit more, till nearly bumping noses, we had managed
to position our lips near one another.
Before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and my open lips slipped
moistly over Scotts. Still masturbating wildly, our slightly open lips
locked into a hot tangle of a lustful kiss... We were almost recreating
what we had seen in the magazine picture... I could feel him moan into my
mouth, and I eagerly returned the favor as we exchanged fluids. "Uhhhhh,
uhhhhh...." One of us moaned, our sweaty faces rubbing together in
inexperienced passion...
I could feel myself charged up like nothing I'd know before, I was so
worked up. Scott's free arm wrapped around behind me, holding me tightly,
snuggling me to him, both of us moaning loudly now, as we sat side by side,
locked in my first real kiss, our young torsos gleaming with perspiration
as we masturbated feverously down below. Lustful images of the naked
English Schoolboys raced through my mind, as I tugged and nibbled Scotts
lower lip with my teeth.
"I'm.... I'm gonna cum." Scott mumbled hoarsely against my lips, barely
breaking from our shared kiss. A deep, almost guttural sound languished in
his throat.
"Shit... Me too." I panted, my breath coming in fiery spasms. And just
like that I, he, we both exploded into ejaculation. I could feel the hot
sticky spurts of immature boy spunk spatter on my upper body... Mine, his,
ours, it didn't matter, there were multiple spits of the boy juice
dribbling down my skin. Our kiss faded away as we slumped into one
another, spent, hot, and wildly satiated.
The room was filled with the sound of strained breath. Both of us
nearly wheezing as we struggled to refill our burning lungs. Still, my
senses were heightened, and I could feel the body heat radiating off the
naked boy beside me. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, nearly
in sync with mine as we gained our wind.
We lay that way for several minutes as we recovered. And my thoughts
raced, not believing what we had just done, and at the same time thinking
how fantastic it had felt. I glanced over at Scott. His cute face resting
only inches away from mine. He smiled timidly and looked down, perhaps
feeling a bit awkward about us kissing one another like that. For me, it
was my first genuine, sexually motivated kiss.
"That was.... Amazing." I muttered, between breaths Scott looked up at
me, a slow smile spreading his ruby colored lips.
"Ya it was." He whispered hoarsely. His hand moved onto my upper thigh,
and rested there. I don't think there was any doubt now, about what each
of us had been thinking the last few days. I was really getting into this.
This sexual physicality with another boy. And it was clear Scott was as
well...
I just wanted to lay there with Scott forever. Being so young, it
didn't take long to recharge, and I already wanted to look at the magazine
some more, and see what other kind of wild trouble Scott and I could get
into...
"We better get cleaned up and get out of here." Scott suggested after a
time, and we climbed off of Daryl's bed, leaving the bedspread disheveled
and slightly damp from our boy sweat. I straitened it up a bit, so we
didn't piss him off when he saw it. Then both Scott and I went into the
adjoined bathroom. Scott turned on the shower and stepped inside, then
reached out and grabbed my by the arm to pull me in with him.
We giggled boyishly, and let the cool water rinse us clean of sweat and
the sticky boy honey that had splattered over both of us. We soaped up
quickly. "Remember this...?" Scott asked, and I felt his soapy fingers
push slightly into my butt crack, just like the picture of the boys in the
magazine.
I grinned at Scott, remembering the pictures. "We aren't even halfway
through the magazine..." I reminded him.
"I know." He replied. "We'll have to check the rest of it out later.
Maybe we can, you know, find something else in there that we can do
together." I grinned back at him and feeling quite happy, we finished
rinsing off.
Out of the shower, we dried quickly and returned to Daryl's bedroom to
slip back into our mostly dry swim suits. Scott grabbed up both magazines,
and we headed back out onto the main deck to grab our tee shirts which we
had left on the recliners. Back through the house, we slipped on our shoes
in the entryway and locked the front door behind us, before getting onto
our bikes and heading up the crunching gravel driveway.
"You think you can spend the night again?" Scott suggested with a
naughty smile, as we rode down the street.
"Oh ya, pretty sure I can." I replied, and we both grinned, knowing we
had lot's of fun stuff ahead of us. Ya, staying here on the island was
proving to be the best thing that could have happened after all.
It was going to be a very interesting summer indeed. As we rode back
toward my house, I had to wonder again about the older boy Daryl, and him
giving Scott those magazines. And about him calling me 'cutie' like
that... And about why he had that kind of magazines in the first place. I
kind of figured the answers, but.... You never know. Maybe I'd find out
before the summer was over. But in the mean time, I had other adventures
on my mind.........
End of Chapter Five / To be Continued
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