Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 09:13:40 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of Discoveries / Chapter 6

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 Six)


* Recap  End Of Chapter 5


   * "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 me 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.........

                                    * * * * * * * *


   Riding down the block with Scott, we stopped by my house first, since it
was right there, not far from Daryl's.  In typical boy form, we dropped our
bikes carelessly on the lawn by the front door, and making sure that the
'naughty' magazines were carefully hidden, we stamped into the house.

   Mom was at the dining table just outside the kitchen, doing some work on
her laptop, and she looked over casually at us as we came noisily into the
kitchen.  "Hey mom..." I greeted, and we headed right for the fridge to
grab something to drink.
   "Hello boys.  Nice of you to check in once in awhile Nathan..." She
hinted, with that usual touch of motherly sarcasm.
   "Sorry mom.  We've just been out messin' around, you know.  We were
paddle boarding on the lake and stuff."  She smiled at Scott and me.

   "Well...  Never the less, I'd like to know you haven't dropped off the
planet. Ok?"
   "Ya mom...  Sorry." I relented.  "So mom...  Can I like, spend the night
at Scott's house again tonight?"  She glanced over at us with one of those,
'what for', looks on her face.

   "Really?  He only lives a few blocks away you know." She replied.
   "Ya, so...  It's fun having a sleepover.  It's a guy thing mom, you
wouldn't understand..."  I explained, glancing knowingly at Scott, who
smiled back mischievously at me.  My mom just shook her head resignedly,
most certainly not understanding our need.
   "Well, I don't think so, not tonight son." She said.  "I'm going over on
the ferry tomorrow to the mainland, and I want you to go with me."  I
looked over at Scott.  A few days ago I would have been more than excited
to go back to 'civilization.'  But now I had a new best friend, and some
new 'fun' stuff that I wanted to do with him...

   "But mom...  I could stay here, you know, with Scott.  His mom don't
mind."
   "She doesn't mind." My mom corrected.
   "Ya, that's what I said..." I grinned, being a bit cheeky with her.  She
just shook her head, not nearly as amused as I was.
   "I'd rather you spent the night here tonight Nathan, so I can have the
pleasure of your company for awhile." She gave me an, end of discussion
look.
   "Mooommm..." I pleaded desperately.

   "Not tonight." she said with some finality.  "Tell you what though.
When we go across on the ferry tomorrow, perhaps Scott can come with you.
You guys can go see a movie, and hang out at the mall together while I run
my errands."  I looked at Scott, who's eyes had lit up a little.
   "That would be cool." Scott replied.  "My mother almost never goes
across, so me and my sister rarely get to go back over during the summer."
   "But..." I took Scotts arm, and whispered, "But what about tonight, you
know..." I reminded him in very low tones...
   "Guess we'll have to wait." He breathed back, but clearly disappointed.

   "Fine then..." I grumbled at my Mom.  "But, can I at least spent the
night tomorrow night, when we get back from the mainland?" I pleaded.  She
gave me another one of her looks, but finally agreed.

   I walked out the front door with Scott, and we stood there, feeling a
little disappointed for the moment.  "Well that sucks..." I said.
   "Ya, for sure." Scott answered.  "But at least we can do it tomorrow
night."
   "I guess....  But...  But you have to promise me you won't look at those
magazines any more without me!" I begged.  He grinned at me impishly...
   "I won't." Scott agreed.  "Besides, it's more fun when we, you know, get
to do it together."  We smiled at each other.  There really was something
extra naughty, and extra special about looking at dirty magazines for the
first time with a friend like that.

   Scott mounted his bike and turned toward the street.  "See ya tomorrow
then..." He said, glancing back at me.
   "Ya.  I'll call you in the morning, and we can pick you up before we go
over." I said.  We waved casually at each other as Scott rolled out onto
the road, and peddled off toward his house.

   Well that just sucks, I thought to myself, as I headed back into the
house.  Here I am twelve years old, puberty is pummeling my insides and
I've just had my very first sexual experience, and I'm like totally primed
for more, and I have to wait...  What the hell....
    I started to head upstairs to my bedroom, thinking I might just try a
solo 'wank', when my mom called up after me, asking me to help her make
dinner.  Sheessh....  Doesn't she know how horny I am...."

   So I spent the evening with my mom.  It wasn't so bad really.  I helped
her make dinner, and we talked about all sorts of stuff while we ate.  It
was kinda nice, because in the last year, what with adolescence and all,
I've kinda been doing my own thing more and more, not spending much time
with my parents.
   Later, after the dishes were done, we played some silly card game for
awhile, and then I headed upstairs for some 'me' time.  You know what that
means.  Locking myself in my bedroom I stripped off my clothes and sprawled
naked across the top of my bed.

   I started thinking about all the stuff Scott and I had done together.
Looking at those 'boy' magazines, and jerking off and stuff.  And...  And
kissing each other.  My first real kiss like that...  Holy shit, and it was
with another boy.  Was that weird, or what.
   About then, I noticed that I had a major hardon.  My youthful boy prong
was totally rigid, and standing up, hovering about an inch off my bare
pubic mound.  I adjusted my pillow under my head, and gazed down at my four
inch, slightly curved penis.  It wasn't really thick, just about the size
of a thick hotdog.  But all erect like that, it looked pretty big to me.

   I rubbed my palms slowly down my torso and over my thighs, then back up
toward my little dime sized nipples.  It was kind of exciting actually.
Now that I was sexually 'aware' of my young body, everything just seems a
lot more intense and erotic to me.
   My hands slid back down, this time brushing over my tumescent and eager
boy tube.  I let my thumbs slide my foreskin down off my knob.  It was
reddish purple, and looked moist, even though it wasn't.  I shivered just
thinking about it, and about jerking off with Scott.  His erection had
looked so much like mine, only without the foreskin.  Shit, I wanted to
jerk off with him again, and hell I wanted to jerk him off, and have him do
me as well...

   The very thought of it made my dick twitch.  If I'd been able to spend
the night, Scott and I would be doing this together right now.
Exploring...  Looking at those magazines again, and....  And who knows what
else we'd be into.  My boner twitched again, as if begging me to take hold.
   Who am I to argue with a twelve year old penis?  I took hold of myself
with my fingers, and slowly rubbed on it.  "Oh, ya that feels so good..." I
breathed to myself.  I closed my eyes and pumped on it meaningfully for a
little while.  In my mind, I pictured Scott, jacking himself off.  I
relived that wet open mouthed kiss, my first, that we had shared earlier...
   My dick jumped again in spasm, and this time I had to arch my back and I
winced, trying to fight off the pending orgasm.  I was so horny I could
have spilled my boyseed right then and there...

   I pulled my fingers away gently, so as not to trigger myself.  Opening
my eyes, I noticed a small vanity mirror standing on top of the dresser,
and I quickly rolled off the bed to retrieve it.  Bringing it back with me,
I settled onto the bed again, propping my head up with the pillow.  I had a
wild idea, and I drew my legs up, bringing my knees up near my chest.
   I reached down and placed the mirror on its stand about six inches from
my butt.  With my legs drawn up like that, I had a clear view of my pink
anal grommet, and my nutsac hanging loosely there just above it.  Not
surprisingly, it all looked amazingly erotic...

   I slid my hands around the outside of my legs, and cupped them on my
butt cheeks, spreading myself even further.  My little boy grommet opened
slightly, and then as if feeling shy it seized shut again.  Fuck that
looked wicked cool...
   Lost in total wonder now, I reached my fingers in close on either side
of my boyhole, and gently rubbed the tender area around it, and then pried
it open a little.  As I touched around the area, it felt really good, and
wiggling it a bit, I managed to relax my sphincter, allowing it to open up.
Dark pink, the little crinkled grommet gapped wide open for me.  I
swallowed dryly, turned on by my own secret boy opening.

    I drew my left hand back up to my mouth, and sucked on my finger to wet
it.  Then reached back down between my legs, and watching in the standing
mirror, I approached my own bung hole with the wet digit.  I had probed my
anus in the shower before, but I had never actually seen what it looked
like.  But I did now.
    Moving my wet finger, I rubbed it over the opening.  Instantly it
clamped shut, barring entry.  My fingertip massaged it gently until it
relaxed again.  I rewet my finger, and put it right against the opening.
This time I pushed it inward, feeling it spread warmly around my finger,
almost drawing it inward.  It was awesome to watch, and even more awesome
to feel...  My bung hole tingled happily.  I didn't know that it was what
they call an erogenous zone, all I knew was that it felt wonderful.

   I stared at it in the mirror, and watched as I pushed my finger inside
myself as far as I could.  I wiggled it around inside.  "Oh man..." I
breathed.  Slowly I withdrew my finger.  There was a full feeling, and my
finger felt like a small turd inching it's way out.  Closing my eyes I went
back inward, then out slowly several times.
    That was totally weird, but in a really good way.  I wondered if Scott
had ever tried anything like this?  I wondered if maybe we could try
something like this together....  Or maybe that would be too weird.  But it
sure sounded like it would be cool...

    I explored for a few more minutes, and finally was feeling so worked
up, that I knew I had to jerk myself off, now.  I lowered my legs back to
the bed, and taking hold of my boytube I started to play.  It didn't take
long.  The tingles came quickly, my thighs and stomach tightened, and
within seconds my young penis was spitting up on my tummy.
   God how did I ever live before I discovered this?  I lay there for
awhile, tired and happy.  Finally I wiped off my tummy with one of my ankle
socks, and still naked I rolled over and fell asleep.
   Dreams came quickly, and in them, I was suddenly showering with those
English Schoolboys from the magazine, just as they had been doing.
Surrounded by naked school boys.  Lusciously naked boys...

                                                  * * * *

   It seemed like only a few minutes, and I heard my mom calling to me from
the hallway, telling me to get up.  We only had an hour before the ferry
left, and I needed to take a quick shower, and call Scott.  I rolled to the
edge of the bed, and sat there for a moment.  I spotted the mirror, tipped
over near the edge, and I smiled as I remembered the new little discoveries
I had made last night.
   With some effort I managed a quick shower and got dressed, and then
called Scott to tell him we'd be there to pick him up in about twenty
minutes or so.  With my mom urging me to hurry, I grabbed a couple packages
of Pop Tarts, and hopped in the back seat of the car.

   We picked Scott up, he was waiting in his front yard with his mother.
My mom introduced herself to Scott's mom, and after chatting a few minutes,
we headed off toward the ferry dock, with Scott and I munching on Pop Tarts
in the back seat.
   After boarding the ferry, Scott and I got out and hurried up the metal
gangway toward the passenger deck, while my mom stayed behind in the car.
   "So, you didn't look at those magazines without me did you." I teased
when we were alone on the deck.
   "No, I didn't.  But it wasn't easy..." Scott grinned.  "I kept thinking
about those school boys messin' around with each other like that.  I did
have to, you know...." He made a jerking motion with his hand, and I had to
laugh.
   "Ya, me too..." I confessed.  "Tonight though."
   "For sure." Scott grinned.

   We walked around the deck, the warm Puget Sound breeze keeping us cool
in the late morning sun, as the ferry cut across the water toward the
mainland. As we sat on the deck near the railing at the front of the boat,
I looked at Scott, and watched as the wind shuffled through his long messy
blond hair.
   Shit, was it crazy that I thought he was really cute for a boy...  It
felt like I'd known Scott for a long time, instead of just a few days.  He
already felt like my best friend, but, I guess when you share your most
intimate sexual feelings and private moments with someone, that makes you
kinda close.

   After a time we felt the engines cut, and the boat's momentum slowed.
We were closing in on the ferry dock, so Scott and I hurried back down to
the car deck and back to our car.
   We pulled off the boat, and my Mom drove on through the outskirts of
town.  She stopped at the post office to mail some stuff, and then we
finally headed on into town.  "So, I'll drop you guys at the Mall." My mom
offered.  "Then I'll go on and do my banking, and run my errands.  That
will give you guys about three hours or so, ok?"
   "Yep, that's cool..." I answered.  She dropped us at the mall, and
handed me thirty bucks as we scrambled out of the car.  "Thanks mom." I
smiled, and she waved as she pulled off.

   Scott and I went in, and immediately bought some Mrs. Fields Chocolate
Chip Cookies to munch on, and then headed to the Cineplex 8 to catch the
movie that started at eleven.  It was one of those X-Men superhero movies.
I mean come on, what twelve year old boy doesn't like the action and FX in
those.

   We munched on popcorn, and shared a huge soda during the movie, and then
during one of the slow parts, I glanced over at Scott.  He looked super
cute, even in the semi darkness of the theater, and I started to get
excited thinking about what we might do together when I spent the night
tonight...  To my surprise, about a minute later Scott leaned over and
whispered to me.
   "I can't wait for tonight..." He breathed into my ear.  It was so cool,
he was thinking about the same things I was.  Tonight was shaping up to be
awesome.

   After the movie ended we walked around in the mall for a little while,
you know, just checking out new sports shoes and stuff in the Foot Locker,
and grabbing more than our share of free samples from the Cinnabon Store.
   Then we spent a little time in the arcade, and finally went out front to
wait for my mom.  Scott and I climbed up, and walked with our arms out,
balancing on the low stone wall that skirted the entrance, and then we
leaped down onto the wooden benches, jumping from one to the next trying
not to touch ground.  My mom showed up about fifteen minutes later, and
after she determined that we were hungry, she took us over to Jack in the
Box and bought lunch for all of us.  All in all it was a pretty fun
afternoon, and with her errands finished we finally headed back toward the
ferry and caught the next one back over to Jamison Island.

   My mom took us back our place, so I could grab up my backpack, with a
change of clothes, and of course my toothbrush and stuff to spend the
night.  She had to embarrass me though, by asking if I'd taken a clean pair
of underwear.
   Shit I hate it when parents do that shit!  Scott thought it was
hilarious of course, and he teased me about it a little.  And of course my
mom got mad at me when she caught me playfully flipping him off in the back
seat.  Geeze, it's just what boys do with one another...  I'm twelve,
hadn't she figured that out by now.

   Anyway, we finally left for Scott's place.  My mom offered to drive us
over, but I was anxious to get away from her by then.  So grabbing up my
bike, I had Scott stand on the rear pegs and put his hands on my shoulders
for balance, as I peddled off towards his house.
   It didn't take but a few minutes, and we were quickly pulling up into
his driveway, where I pulled my bike into the garage alongside his, and we
went inside.

   Time couldn't move fast enough for us.  We had to hang around and talk
to his mom for awhile, and then spend a few minutes with his little sister.
We hung out downstairs, and ended up playing a little soccer out in his
back yard, until his mom called us in for dinner.
   Finally!  Finally we had finished, and Scott and I made our way upstairs
and slipped into his bedroom, all but barring the door behind us.  We
exchanged looks, and quickly hopped up onto his bed.
   "So....  What do you wanna' do?" Scott teased.
   "You dork..." I answered with a grin.  "You know full well what I want
to do.  Shit, you probable have a boner already." I laughed and rolled
toward him to grab at his groin just to find out.

   "Hey..." Scott bleated, and then laughing he grabbed at mine as well.
What ensued was about a ten minute wrestling match on top of his queen bed.
I guess you could call it wrestling; in truth it was more of a grab ass
session, which we used as an excuse to do a lot of touching, and groping of
one another.
    Winded, we finally sprawled on top of the bed to catch our breaths.  I
was already feeling overheated, and pulled my tee shirt off and tossed it
on the floor.  Scott followed almost immediately, and we lay there for a
few minutes cooling down, and wearing nothing but our board shorts.

   At one point, Scott turned his head to look at me, and I could tell that
his eyes were roving, tracing the contours of my nearly naked body.  He had
a pensive look on his face as he studied me, and I finally turned my head
to look directly at him.
   Our eyes met, and Scott smiled timidly as we maintained eye contact for
a dozen quiet seconds or so. "I...  I really like you." Scott said, in very
soft tones.  His worried eyes dropped from mine, embarrassed by what he'd
just said.  He was just so adorable, lying there like that.  He had just
told me that he liked me, and I was pretty sure that I knew what he meant.
He was being so honest, and was just so vulnerable in that moment.

   I looked at him as he lay there on his back.  His long blond hair spread
loosely around his tanned face, his lean upper body looking so boyishly
tender and smooth.  He managed to glance back up at me after a number of
seconds, as if wondering what I was thinking.
   I reached my hand out and lay it gently on the bed touching his hand,
then I hooked my little finger around his pinky, and touching innocently
like that I smiled softly at him.  A slow timid grin returned to his
features.

   "Wanna.... Uh-umm," He cleared his throat, "Wanna' look at those
magazines some more?" He asked quietly.  I nodded my head and smiled big in
answer.  We quickly rolled to the side so we could open up his secret
headboard cubby hole.
   Scott reached in and pulled out the two newest magazines that we had
gotten from Daryl yesterday.  Before we began, both of us eagerly slipped
off our board shorts and tossed them onto the floor, leaving us only in our
underwear.  We propped up the pillows against the headboard, and then
scooted up so we could lean back against them.

   Scott looked at me, and then spread the School Boy magazine over our
outstretched thighs, just as we had before.  Starting at the beginning, we
slowly paged through the pages that we had seen before, enjoying them for a
second time.  Finally we reached the page we had ended on.  The picture in
the shower stalls, with two of the twelve or thirteen year old English boys
kissing one another, and the other standing close, his young erection
touching one of the other boy's thighs.

   With a shallow swallow, I glanced at Scott, and nodded for him to
continue.  The magazine seemed to be getting progressively more erotic with
each page, and only half way through, we both wondered what would come
next.
   The next pages were awesome as well...  The pictures weren't dark, or
out of focus, or anything, shit, they were like professionally done.
Sharp, clear, brightly lit close in shots.  One of the boys was lying on
the tiles of the shower floor.  He was blond, and his tanned naked body
looked awesome against the bright white of the gleaming tile floor.  His
body was beaded with glistening droplets of water, and he was posed quite
erotically on his back, one leg outstretched and the other bent at the
knee.
   His eyes were closed in what looked like pure stimulated joy, his head
arched back with his mouth open and apparently moaning with pleasure.  One
hand was reached down between his legs and he seemed to be fingering his
own bung hole.  The water on his torso sparkled, and was beaded like on a
freshly waxed car.

   The next picture confirmed it.  An extreme close-up, his hand was wet,
and his middle finger was half buried up his boy pucker.  "Oh man...."
Scott breathed, "Look at that."  I nodded my head, mesmerized by the
clarity, and the erotic nature of the picture.
   My dick had swelled up hard in my briefs, and I was already rubbing the
flat of my palm over the top of it, and cupping my testicles with each
downward slide.  Scott seemed to watch me for a second, and then he too
began to massage his boy bulge.

   The next page showed the other two lads.  They had moved into the change
area of the locker room.  One of them was laying naked on his back on one
of the wooden benches with his bent legs in the air, the other boy sat
straddling the bench, snugged up close to the first boy's exposed bum and
boy bits.  His young penis was stiff, and it's uncircumcised tip was
pressed sensually against the other boy's tender scrotum.  "Fuck...
Fuck...." I muttered, my breath all but catching in my throat.  Scott and I
exchanged bewildered glances.

   The poses alone were just so, so teasing...  Two wet, naked, pubescent
young boys casually exploring one another, as if teasing any onlooker.  In
the next picture, the boy sitting on the bench had leaned forward between
the first boys legs, and now his wet lips were gently touching the other's
tummy, in a soft kiss just below his navel.
    The picture was an extreme close up.  You could see his red smooth
lips, and you could see the little goose bumps on the other boy's belly,
prickling due to the soft sensuous touch of those boy lips.

   "This is so wild..." Scott literally whispered, and under the magazine
he instinctively moved his arm, resting his palm softly on the inside of my
upper thigh.  The backs of his fingers were brushing softly against my
cotton briefs and the rounded bulge of my warm testicles hidden beneath.
   I looked over at him and wondered if he was even aware he was doing it.
He was so engaged with the erotic pictures, it seemed almost the natural
thing to do.  Under the magazine, my inside arm crossed over his, and I
followed his lead.  My palm softly caressed the inside of his warm, smooth
inner thigh.  He was still wearing his cotton briefs as well, and in my
aroused state, I cupped my fingers over his cotton clad ball sac, rubbing
it gently.

   Scott looked at me briefly, and we smiled timidly at one another, and
then focused back on the magazine.  Turning the page, "Oh shit....." we
both mumbled.  The sitting boy had slid down a bit, and now he was softly
kissing the porcelain white skin of the other boy's smooth bare pubic
mound.
   The picture again an extreme close up.  You could easily see perhaps
half a dozen soft pubic hairs scattered around the top of the kids boyishly
stiff penis.  The adjoining picture showed the first kid had opened his
mouth, and his tongue was now in contact with the other boy's rigid member,
just below his glans.

   I could feel Scott shudder, and he had squeezed his eyes closed for a
the moment.  My heart was thrumming in my chest, this was the most sensual
and erotic thing either of us had ever seen.  And again, it wasn't even raw
sex...  The pictures were almost elegant, a major tease, almost just
hinting at what was happening, or about to.  Fuck it was so hot....
   I looked at Scott again, his eyes were still closed, and I was already
so jacked up that I wanted to, to just roll on top of him and do stuff.
Good, no, bad stuff....  Deciding to be bold, or perhaps just driven by my
pubescent hormones I moved my hand again, this time finding the edge of his
briefs, I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his
amazingly warm boy tube.

   Scott's eyes opened in surprise, and he looked over at me.  He seemed
stunned for a moment, and then I felt his arm move, and his hand dipped
under the waistband of my underpants.  I closed my eyes in pleasure, as his
soft fingers fondled my boy parts.
   This was the first time id been touched in this way, you know, other
than playful gropes and grabs.  I spread my legs a little and let him cup
my balls.  "Oh man... That feels so good..." I whispered.

   Scott closed the magazine and set it aside.  The pictures were awesome,
but right now there was real flesh in our fingers.  The warmth and softness
of smooth boy skin, and we were committed to it.
   Without a word we scooted down on the bed, and rolled against one
another.  "Can I, like, kiss you again?" Scott whispered timidly.  The last
word had yet to leave his lips, and I had already pressed into him,
embracing his soft lips with mine.
   This wasn't a kiss of love, hell no, we're both twelve years old.  It
was hormonal.  This was two pubescent boys responding to sexual arousal.
Learned by watching TV and movies, and instinctively following the example
of stuff like these magazines.

   For only the second time in my life, I tasted another persons tongue.
Scott had opened his mouth, and was wetly probing the inside of my mine.
It was fuckin' wild.  My squirming tongue responded in kind, and we wiggled
them together, and sucked and licked at one another.
   I could feel my boy member responding in my cotton undies.  A pulse
here, a small uncontrolled twitch there...  A drop or two of semen wetting
the cloth.  Both Scott and I were rubbing our hands on each others skin, it
just felt so amazingly wild...

    All of this was new territory to both Scott and me.  His arms were
around me, and his hands had slid over my butt.  He was tugging on my
underwear, pulling them off my rounded rump and down my thighs.  I followed
his lead, and in moments both of us were shucking our underwear off of our
feet, leaving both of us as naked as can be.  It was awesome.
   I rolled on top of him, both our young bodies alert and enjoying this
new contact.  Id never had my penis pressed against another human being
before, and it was amazing.  The feel of warm skin pressing onto your stiff
boy tube.  I could even feel his rigid penis squashed against mine.
   "Scott....." I sighed.  "Fuck that feels so good."  Instinctively I slid
my hips and humped lightly into him.  My arms around his waist, my fingers
clutching at the tight warm rounds of his ass.  I pulled him rhythmically
to me, and I heard him moan with pleasure.

   I could feel the wetness between our bodies, as fully aroused our skin
gleamed with the sheen of perspiration.  But it was wet at our crotches as
well.  Both of us dripped with first time excitement of sexual contact.
This was all new...  Wonderfully new.
   Scott moaned, and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot
breath stimulating me even further, as our boyish hips bumped together in
sexual rhythm.  We weren't even actually doing anything.  We weren't
screwing, or sucking.  We weren't blowing each other, or anything.
   At that moment we were just two horny boys who were both too excited to
even think about doing anything specific.  It's like a fire was suddenly
ignited inside both of us, this first time off the leash experience, and it
was really too much for us.

   "Here it comes..." Scott moaned, his hips increased in speed.  My eyes
rolled back and I shut them tightly in pleasurable agony.
   "Me, me too..." I grunted.  "I'm, I'm...." And then I heard Scott's deep
grunted sigh, and felt the gush of warm wetness envelope my lower regions.
Instantly I added to the pool.  My boy dick pulsed and spat hot boy seed
between us.  Again, and again...  We moaned into each other, our grips had
tightened on one another.

   It was the wildest experience of my young life.  This wasn't simple
masturbation.  This was boy on boy, warm skin on warm skin masturbation.
Scott's body had been my hand, and mine had been his....  It was utterly
amazing.
   On our sides, we clung to one another for who knows how long.  Our
breathing slowly settled, and finally we rolled slowly away from one
another.  Sticky strands clung between us on our bellies and pubic areas.
We looked at it for a moment, and then up at each others eyes.

   A satisfied grin crossed both our faces.  "That was...." Scott started,
but apparently he couldn't find the right word.
   "It was fucktabulous..." I replied, and we both started laughing at this
non existent description.  Scott looked down, and with a curious look on
his face, he reached over and ran his finger over my belly, through the
sticky wet mess.
   I smiled and reaching over did the same to him.  "Suck it..." He
laughed, raising his finger near my face.  I looked questioningly at him, a
small furrow in my brow.
   "Seriously?" I asked.  Scott nodded timidly.
   "Ya, seriously." He whispered, and moved his finger closer to my mouth.
I glanced at him again, and then with a sly smile I moved my head forward
and took his finger into my mouth, suckling on it.  Scott's eyes opened
wide for a moment in surprise, and then I raised my finger up to his face.

   "Your turn." I prompted.  He looked doubtfully at me for a second, and
crinkled his nose.
   "What did it taste like?" Scott asked reluctantly.
   "I don't know.  It wasn't bad or anything.  Just...  Different, you
know.  Kinda salty sweet I guess..."
   "Really? It wasn't like, gross or anything?"
   "Na....  Just try it." I prompted, as a huge drip of our combined boy
syrup was about to fall from my coated finger.  Scott shrugged, and then
moved his head close to engulf my finger with his mouth.  He nodded then,
and I thought he might have said, "Mmmm..."  around my finger.
   We both licked our fingers clean, and then smiled boyishly at one
another.  "I kinda liked it." Scott told me, and I nodded in agreement.
   "Maybe next time, right from the source..." I commented.  He smiled
mischievously at me, and we both laughed.  "You know, we really haven't
even done anything yet..." I added.
   "I know.  I was so worked up from the magazine, that I just kinda lost
it." He said.
   "Me too...  Next time though.  We'll do whatever the boys in the
magazine do, ok?" I ventured.  Scott nodded at me, and smiled.

   We were both kinda tired, so we hid the magazines again, and wrapping
towels around our waists, we opened his bedroom door and surveyed the
hallway.  Totally empty, we scurried down the hall and into the bathroom,
where we took an innocent shower together to clean up.  Scott was still
showing some curious interest in my foreskin though, so I decided that next
time, I'd let him really explore it if he wanted.

   I don't think either of us was ready for anything more right now though.
In truth, my balls kind of ached, I had come so hard.  I think Scott was
pretty much the same way, so we quickly finished our shower.  We dried off
in the bathroom, and brushed our teeth, and then snuck back down the hall
to his bedroom.
   I though briefly about slipping into the 'clean pair of underwear' that
my mom had made me bring, but after watching Scott hop into bed naked, I
figured that was good enough for me.  I crawled under the sheet alongside
him, and we just looked at each other in silence for a minute.

   Scott smiled at me, and then very timidly he leaned across and kissed me
softly on the cheek.  I returned the favor with a boyish smile, and we
scooted closely together.  Two boys, just sharing the wonders of sexual
awakening, and coming of age.  And the best part is, we were just getting
started....


                            End of Chapter Six / To be continued


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