Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 11:12:45 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of Discoveries  /  Chapter 8

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 Eight)


* Recap  End Of Chapter 7


   *When we had all finished dressing, and we started to head for the trail
to grab our bikes, Ayden grabbed my arm, and held me back a little so he
could tell me something privately.  Scott and Tomi kept walking, and got
ahead of us a little ways.
   "Thanks." Ayden said quietly.  "You know, for helping me today."
   "Sure, no problem." I answered.  Then he looked me in the eyes, as if
gauging me.
   "So...  Maybe you could, you know, teach me how to...  How to do that
other stuff."
   "Other stuff?" I didn't catch it at first.  "Oh, you mean, like...  Like
jerking off... Yeah.  Yeah we can do that if you want.  He smiled and
nodded quickly, and then we joined the other two guys at the bikes and rode
back up the trail toward the road.

   "What was that all about?" Scott asked me when we reached the street.
   "Nothin' really.  Ayden just thanked me for helping him out."
   "Ah... That's cool." Scott nodded.  "So, you wanna' sleep over again at
my house tonight, so we can, um, mess around again." He grinned knowingly.
   "Maybe you should sleep over at my house this time." I suggested.  "I
think my mom wants me around once and awhile."
   "That's cool." Scott agreed. "I'll head home and ask my mom.  Besides,
I'd need to get some different clothes and stuff anyway."
   "Yeah, well, don't forget to bring a couple of those magazines." I
reminded him.  He grinned at me again, and when we got back near the school
he turned off and headed for home.

   Tomi and Ayden said goodbye, and they started peddling off toward their
houses as well, but I called after Ayden.  "Hey...  If you want, maybe, day
after tomorrow we can hook up, you know..."  I offered.  His face lit up a
little.
   "Really?  Yes please.  That would be cool..." He beamed.  I laughed at
how eager he seemed to be.  We exchanged phone numbers and Ayden rode off,
turning to wave back at me.  With an amused grin, I headed for my house, to
tell...  I mean, to ask my mom if Scott could spend the night.

   I knew she'd agree, and I was already thinking ahead to what kind of
'stuff' Scott and I might try doing tonight once we sequestered ourselves
up in my bedroom.  I smiled to myself, and I could already feel my boy
parts start to tingle.

                                  * * * * * * * * *


   About fifteen minutes later, Scott called.  It was okay for him to spend
the night, but his mom had a bunch of stuff for him to do first.  Can you
believe that?  Parents wanting us kids to do stuff for them, on summer
vacation no less...  Sheesh....
   It was already two thirty in the afternoon, and Scott figured he'd be
done with his chores, and he could come over in a couple of hours, so we
figured around four thirty or so.  That was all well and good, but what
would I do for two hours.

   I certainly wasn't gonna' ask my mom if she needed me for anything, so I
immediately headed outside and hopped on my bike, figuring that I'd just
ride around for a little while and just kill some time.
   Riding down the road, I had just peddled past the house on the lake
where the older boy Daryl lived.  From behind me I heard a vehicle
approach, and the quick 'beep beep' of it's horn.  Looking back I saw that
it was Daryl, just pulling into the driveway from somewhere.

   He stopped there at the beginning of the driveway with his window rolled
down, and he waved casually, and nodded at me.  I turned my bike around and
rode back up alongside his car.
   "Hey.." Daryl offered, as he smiled warmly at me.
   "Hi Daryl." I replied, stopping right beside him.
   "So what are you up to today?" The sixteen year old asked me in a
friendly tone, and he seemed to be looking me over.
   "Nothing..." I replied casually.  "Just killing some time.  Scott's
coming over in a couple of hours to spend the night."

   Daryl nodded.  "That's cool." He said with a little smile.  "So you
wanna' come in for awhile or something?" He offered.  I shrugged slightly.
   "Sure, why not..." I said.  Daryl pulled his little Suburu down into the
driveway, with me rolling in behind him on my bike up near the house.
   "Come on." He offered, as he hopped out of his car, heading for the
front door.

   I was kind of checking him out from behind as we walked up the steps.  A
habit I seem to have acquired lately.  Daryl was a good looking sixteen
year old, like I said before.  He looked quite young for his age, and since
he was wearing shorts I could see again that he had practically no hair on
his teen legs.  I liked that somehow.
   We went inside, kicked off our shoes, and Daryl tossed his keys into a
little ceramic bowl sitting on an entryway table near the door.  "Want
something to drink? A soda or lemonade or something?" He asked politely.
   "Sure, that's cool.  Lemonade please." I responded, following him
barefoot in toward the kitchen.  He snagged both of us cold bottles of
lemonade from the fridge, and then I followed him through the living area,
outside onto the large back deck.

   Daryl pulled off his tee shirt, and sat on a deck chair in the sun,
motioning for me to do the same.  Peeling off my shirt I lay back on one of
the other recliners.  The sun felt really nice, and I eagerly took several
long swallows of my drink.  I noticed Daryl was watching me, as he chugged
some of his lemonade as well.
   "So, you guys look at those magazines yet?" He asked curiously.  Daryl
was the one who gave us the dirty 'boy' magazines if you remember.  I
almost choked on my drink, and had to clear my throat.
   "Uh...  Yeah, we're...  We're working our way through them." I told him
a bit uncomfortably.  I mean, 'boysex' magazines.  We both knew what that
implied, and it was kind of embarrassing to just, you know, talk about it.
Daryl just smiled at me.

   We sat quietly for a minute, looking out over the lake and working on
our Lemonade.  We both glanced at each other periodically, and I remembered
back to that first day on his dock when I had met him.  He had gone
swimming right there in front of me, wearing only his underwear.  I
shivered now thinking back to it, because he had looked really good in his
wet briefs.
   He was really fit, as most sixteen year olds are.  Athletic, good
looking, and truth be told, I kind of admired his strong, youthful
appearance.  "Want another one?" Daryl asked suddenly, bringing me out of
my reminiscence.
   "Huh...?"

    I looked at him, he was standing there next to my chair, his empty
bottle in his hand.  "Do you want another one?" He repeated, indicating my
lemonade.
   "Oh... Uh, yeah sure, I guess." I replied.  He smiled at me and took the
empty bottle from my hand.  I watched him as he disappeared through sliding
glass door and into the house.  I had to reach down and squeeze my boy
junk.  I guess picturing him that way in his underwear had kind of excited
me a little.

   Several seconds later, Daryl returned with two fresh drinks, and a bowl
of chips, which he set down on a small chair table between us.  He reached
out with my drink.  "Here ya go cutie..." He said, handing me the lemonade.
What?
   Shit...  That was the second time he'd called me that.  Was it just an
odd offhanded compliment?  Just an expression he seemed to use, or, like,
did he really think I was, well, cute or something?

   I know, I know, stupid question.  He had 'boy' magazines, and he didn't
seem shy about being nearly naked in front of me, and he'd made several
suggestive comments like that to both Scott and me...  I mean, I'm still in
the middle of puberty, curious and exploring, but...  At sixteen I'm sure
Daryl knows right where he's at....  And it didn't take too much
imagination to guess what he might be hoping for from me.  And to be
honest, maybe I was kinda hoping for something like that as well.

   "So, you want to go for a quick swim or something?" Daryl asked, and
then he took a sip of his lemonade.
   "Well, yeah I guess.  It is kind of hot out here." I replied.  "I'd have
to run home and grab my swim suit first."
   "Na, that's cool bro.  I've got some Nike sport shorts here that you can
wear." He suggested, as he got up from the deck chair.  "Come on." He held
out his hand to help me up from the reclined deck chair.  I reached out and
took it without even thinking about it, and he pulled me up to my feet.

   I started to follow him inside, suddenly realizing that I'd have to
change out of my board shorts.  Of course I wondered if he hadn't planned
it this way all along...  Still I followed him up the stairs, past the open
balcony that overlooked the large living room.  I already knew where his
bedroom was, since Scott and I had been in there and messed around a little
the other day when we were here paddle boarding.

   That's where we headed of course, and I followed Daryl into his room.
He went to his dresser against the wall and fished through one of the
drawers, pulling out several pairs of nylon sports shorts.
   "These should fit you." He said, tossing the smaller looking pair over
to me.  I stood there for a second, wondering if I should go change in the
bathroom, but Daryl was already in the process of pulling his boardies and
underwear off.
   I wasn't really that comfortable doing this in front of him, but then, I
didn't want to look like a little scared kid either.  I couldn't help but
glance over at Daryl's sixteen year old boy bits, which were fully exposed
to me now.

   Shit... He looked pretty nice.  Not too big or anything; not like a 'man
dick', but a nice teenage one.  And he had a nice tight patch of groomed
pubes on his mound.  I looked away quickly, and with a determined mind set,
I quickly unzipped and pulled off my boardies and underwear, letting them
fall in a pile at my feet.
   I fumbled with the Nike shorts trying to pull them on quickly, which was
stupid of course.  The quicker you try to go, the more your foot snags at
the opening, slowing you down as you stumble around.

   I finally managed to get them on and pulled up, and I looked casually at
Daryl.  He had a bemused smile on his face.  "Nice..." He said softly.  I'm
sure I must have blushed right then, but I managed a timidly shy smile.
   Daryl grabbed a couple of towels off his nightstand and tossed one to me
as he walked over.  "Lets swim..." He said, putting his hand on my shoulder
and ushering me out of his room and down the hall.

   We went outside, down the stairs off the deck and walked over to the
edge of the lake, where we tossed out towels on the grass of his backyard.
Daryl stepped to the edge and dove off into the water, with me following
only seconds behind.
   The water felt fantastic of course.  Twelve years old, a hot summer day
out on an island, and jumping into the cool waters of a lake.  Are you
kidding me, what kid wouldn't be in his element here?!

   We swam around for awhile, swimming out quite a ways into the lake, and
then back.  Then Daryl got out for a second and running over to the house
he grabbed a couple of floaters and tossed them out into the water.  I
pulled myself up on one, and Daryl got on the other so we could just float
around.
   Perfect day for this.  We talked casually as we floated out on the lake,
and the more we talked, the more I liked Daryl.  He seemed like a really
nice guy.  Not your typical sixteen year old, who usually seem to be too
into themselves.  It's all about them, and they act like they're all 'hot
shit'.  But Daryl was cool.  Not pretend cool.  He was just nice.

   After forty minutes or so, we paddled back to shore and got out.  We
stashed the floaters up under the awning, and grabbing up our towels we
began to dry off while we climbed the stairs to the deck.
   "You look pretty fit for you age Nathan." Daryl told me, as we stood
there and finished drying off.
   "Uh, thanks..." I replied, wiping down my flat adolescent stomach.  It
made me feel good to hear the older boy say that to me.  "You do too." I
offered back sincerely.  We sank back down on the deck chairs, and let the
sun warm us over.

   It was nearly four thirty, and unfortunately I knew I should be heading
home pretty quick, because Scott would be coming over in a little while.
"Um, I'm gonna' have to take off..." I mentioned to Daryl, pointing to the
clock on the deck.
   "Oh, ya." He said looking at the time.  "Guess it's about that time
isn't it?"  He got up off the chair, and I did too, following him inside
once again.

   When we got up to his bedroom, Daryl immediately stripped out of his wet
swimwear, and feeling a little more comfortable with him now, I did too,
not really trying to hurry or turn my back to him.  I used the towel to dry
my butt and boy parts, and then picked up my undershorts from the floor.
   Daryl was kind of watching me as I pulled them on, but then, I took a
couple of glances at him as well.  "Thanks..." I told him, "For letting me
swim and stuff."  He nodded.
   "Sure man.  Like I said, anytime you want to come over, just do it.  My
parents are never home before seven, and I'm in and out all the time.  Just
come over anytime, okay."

   I smiled warmly at him, and he put a friendly arm around my shoulders as
we walked out of his room and toward the front door.  We stopped in the
entryway, and I slipped into my shoes.  "Thanks." I told him again, and for
some reason I felt compelled to put an arm around his waist and gave him a
brief 'side' hug.  He smiled back at me.
   "So, I'll see you soon then Nathan." He said.  "We can swim, take the
kayaks out and stuff.  And if you want, we can always jump in the hot tub.
I give a great body massage too, if that's something you wanted me to
do..."  He smiled, and I smiled boyishly back.
   "See ya." I said.

   It wasn't till I had gotten on my bike and headed up the driveway, that
I thought about what he had said.  Hot tub, and maybe a massage.  Sounded
interesting didn't it...  I'd had a massage once, when my mom all but
forced me to go with her to a spa one time.  Truth was, I had kinda liked
it actually...

   I rode up to my house and leaned the bike against the garage door, then
went inside.  Mom was in the living room, on her computer as usual.  She
looked up with a smile.  "There you are." She said idly.  "What have you
been up to?"
   "Not much.  I was at Daryl's swimming in the lake and stuff." I told
her.
   "Well Scott just called, he's on his way over, so it's good you came
home when you did."
   I hurried upstairs to my room, and decided to change into some other
clothes.  Blue board shorts and a white tank top.  Looked pretty good in
the mirror I thought.  I was really getting quite the tan now, and it
showed nicely against the white of the tank.

   I opened up the sliding door to the bedroom's small balcony, just to let
some fresh air into the room, and stepping out for a moment, I saw Scott
was just pulling up on his bike near the driveway.  He looked really good
too.  Coincidentally he was wearing a tank top as well, with shorts and his
flip flops, and he had a small backpack on.  I grinned down at him.
   "Bout time." I called down.
   "Yeah, I know, sorry...  Mom had all kinds a stuff she wanted me to do,
it sucked."  I went down quickly and let him in.  Scott said hi to my mom,
and after a minute of polite chit chat we grabbed some sodas and headed
back upstairs to my room.

   "You're getting pretty tanned." Scott commented, as he lifted my tank
top up for a better look."
   "Thanks.  You too." I returned, looking at his soft bronzed skin.
"So...  Did you bring the magazines?" I prompted.  Scott just grinned and
slipped off his daypack.
   "Well duh...  Wanna' look at them now?" he offered, reaching into the
pack.
   "Well duh." I laughed.  "I've been feeling like a horn dog all day."  I
went over to the bedside stand and turned my iPod on, so that music would
cover any sounds we might make later on...

   Scott pulled out a couple of magazines from the pack, and with a sly
grin he hopped up onto my bed.  I made sure the bedroom door was locked,
and then jumped up alongside him, both of us leaning back against the
headboard.
   We sidled in close, as we had each time, and with excited anticipation,
we glanced shyly at one another.  It's funny, we've done this several times
before, we've been naked and jerked off alongside, and even onto each
other; but it's always a bit awkward in those first moments isn't it.

   That first few seconds where you let your walls down and expose your
intimate side to someone else, even share your body with them.  We both
smiled awkwardly, and then Scott folded open the magazine on our laps.
   Like before, we slowly thumbed through the pages that we had seen
before, and it didn't take but seconds before we were both feeling pretty
aroused once again.  We were going to finish the magazine with the English
Schoolboys this time.

   Three boys, twelve and thirteen years old, two blond and one with dark
brown hair, fooling around with one another in the English School change
rooms.  Like I said before, the pictures were all professionally done, with
great lighting and clarity.  Most of them had been taken to really tease
the viewer up to this point.  Almost sexual, but not quite.
   Boners, tongues, naked boy bodies in gentle contact...  Oh man...  The
next pages grew even more intense.  The first picture showed a close-up of
one of the boy's wet, ruby red lips slightly open and caressing another
boys erect tube.  Fuck it was so hot.  You could see the wetness of his
lips, and the other boy's glans was purple and shiny moist.

   Scott and I looked at each other, our eyes wide with excitement and
anticipation.  The boys were all actively engaged now in the pictures.  An
orgy of touching, groping, and intimate sexual contact.
   I was busy squeezing my boy parts through my shorts, desperately trying
to pace myself, and I know Scott was doing the same, but the pictures were
so damn erotic that we both knew neither of us would last very long.
   Turning the page, the next pics were awesome.  A close up of one of the
boy's cocks with a giant bead of precum rolling from its tip, and one of
the other boy's had his wet tongue out, the tip just touching the sparkling
drop of boy syrup....

   I couldn't really hold back anymore, and unzipping my shorts I shinnied
out of them and my underwear.  Scott looked down at my engorged boy tube,
and quickly scrambled out of his shorts as well.  We all but ripped our
tank tops off, and then sidled in closely again, bare naked this time.

   We continued to rub and squeeze ourselves, trying to be patient as we
slowly paged through the final pages of the magazine.  Three on three
pictures, the boys were in a tight circle blowing each other, each of their
mouths sealed enticingly around one another's thin erect boy tube.
Suckling wetly, teasingly.  And yet another pic, where three beautiful boy
bodies were spooning, and lying tightly against each other, skin to skin
contact from head to toes.  Oh so friggen erotic...

   I looked over at Scott.  Shit he was so boyishly cute.  His blue eyes
were wildly intense, and sparkling with excitement.  His lips so pouty and
red, and I watched his tongue slip between them, to lick and wet them as he
masturbated himself.  Damn, I wanted to do it for him so badly...  His
messy long blond hair, thin cheeks, and his slight nose only added to the
cute innocent of his appearance.  I swallowed hungrily, and looked back at
the magazine.

   There was another close up series of pictures of one boy's bum, hit butt
cheeks spread wide and a wet finger playing near his anus, until the wet
digit was inserted fully to the second knuckle.  "Oh fuck.." I breathed
excitedly.
   Scott was also excited because all the English boys had foreskins like
mine, and he frequently moved the magazine to glance at my thin sheath of
rolling skin, and compare it to the pics.  Finally there was a picture of
one boy lying on his back, his legs pulled up near his chest.  One of the
blond boys was between his legs, his young erect boy penis starting to
penetrate into the other boy's anus, while the third boy was on his knees
at their side, just beginning to ejaculate onto both of them....

   "Oh fuck..." I panted.  The magazine was essentially finished, with the
caption, 'Tottenham Shoolboys, Volume One,' and Scott and I looked at each
other with excited hunger.  Like I said before, the pics were super
awesome, but now we were worked up, and thinking about real flesh.  We had
played around a little before, but nothing serious had happened between us,
but now we both were thinking it was time.
   The magazine was set aside, and Scott and I began to timidly touch one
another.  He ran his fingertip gently over my chest and nipple, causing
goose bumps to erupt on my skin.  He was caressing me, exploring my skin,
and when he glanced up at me to see my reaction, I smiled shyly back at
him.

   At the same time, I was sliding my palm along the inside of his bare
thigh, brushing lightly, and purposefully against his loose scrotum.  The
feel of his soft warm flesh, the weight of his testicles was amazingly
erotic to me.  Sensuous... We touched gently, continuing to explore one
another.  Each of us delighting in, and yearning for these new pleasurable
sensations.  I rubbed my palm softly over his naked torso, the satiny
warmth and texture of his youthful skin made me shudder with delight.

   As horny as both of us surly were, we just took our time to satiate our
ravenous, youthful curiosity.  Never before had either of us had the chance
to just caress, and feel another persons skin and body like this.  I mean,
we're twelve, where would we get the chance to do that?
   Scott's gentle fingers slid down below my belly, and he softly caressed
my porcelain white pubic mound tracing his fingers over it's shape.  His
finger tip trailed softly over my dozen silky pubes.  He pinched them
delicately, gently pulling on them to feel their texture.  I rolled my head
back a moment, simply enjoying his exploratory touch.

   Scott shifted then, sliding his upper body down closer to my hips, so he
could study my young foreskin sheathed boy stick.  He'd never really gotten
a close look at one before, and the thin membrained skin simply fascinated
him.  I moved my hand, resting it on top of his head and ran my fingers
through his soft, long blond hair as he studied me, and learned the wonders
of my naked boy flesh.

  I could feel his rapid breath, coming in warm waves as it washed across
my genitals.  He was leaned in so closely, gazing intently at the rubbery
thin texture of my foreskin, and his fingers gathered the loose pucker of
skin at the tip.  His face was a study of concentration as he examined my
boned up penis.
   After he slid the snug wrapping of boy skin off my glans, I saw his eyes
widen at the sight of my purplish wet knob.  "Just like the boys in the
magazine..." He whispered, more to himself than to me.  He stroked my boy
shaft several times, working the skin up and off my glans.  I felt him
shiver with childish delight, and it made me do the same.  And at the same
time his fingers explored me, I could feel his hips gently rocking, and
pushing rhythmically into my leg below.

   He continued to play with my boy shaft, and then he rubbed and cupped my
testicles in his fingers. "Oh man..." he breathed, squeezing them gently.
He looked up at me briefly, then moved in even closer to my tumescent tube.
He continued sliding my foreskin on and off my glans, and it absolutely
seemed to captivate him.  Each time the purple wet bulb was exposed he
almost licked his lips, and seemed to move ever closer.
   With a gentle squeeze of my shaft, Scott milked a droplet of semen,
clear boy precum form my pee slit.  It clung there, and he looked up at me
again.  "Just like the magazine."  He said.  "Can I..?"
   "Shit yeah..." I almost begged.  I watched as he moved closer, and the
tip of his tongue suddenly poked out and washed the droplet from my glans.
"Oh fuck....." I sighed and shivered.  The contact of his wet tongue almost
made me jerk away, it was like an electric shock.  It sent waves of pure
unknown pleasure through me.

   "Oh shit...." I sighed again, and Scott licked his lips, and then kissed
wetly at my sensitive knob.  I wanted to scream with pleasure.  He glanced
up at me, his eyes sparkling with joy, and then with great anticipation he
closed his wet lips around my glans...  Almost automatically I arched my
back, my hips rising up to him.  I couldn't help it...  "Oh yesssss......."
I moaned long and low.
   I could feel Scott suck on the tip, and my legs twitched with
uncontrolled pleasure.  My toes curled as new erotic feelings raced through
my lower extremities.  And then it seemed to get even better.

   Scotts lips became an airtight, snug wet seal around circumference of my
warm young boyhood.  He pushed his head downward slowly, his lips sliding
magically downward as he took my boyish shaft into his wet mouth.  Down and
up, slowly, wetly, teasingly, sensuously.  Off then, and slowly over the
tip of my knob, rubbing his warm lips over it, then back on and slowly down
my pole again.  "Fuuuuck....." I shuddered as my insides roiled with
newfound pleasure.

    I think Scott could even sense the pleasure he was bringing me.  He
lipped wetly up the shaft again, and as my engorged glans slipped from his
mouth, his tongue began to slather and swirl sensuously around it.  The tip
of his tongue found my pee slit, and he licked at it, as if trying to
enter.  Then he dropped over my shaft again, and sucked me hard as he
bobbed quickly up and down it's length.  My body jerked again,
uncontrolled.
   "Mmm... Mmmmfff..." Scott moaned deep in his throat, savoring the taste
of my boymeat, and the gentle salty sweet taste of youthful precum that
drooled from it.

   It wasn't lost on me, even in that moment, that I was indeed getting my
first blow job.  A blow job.  Adults seem to talk about it, teenagers
always hint they want it, and pubescent kids like us always tell jokes and
snicker about it...  But holy shit, there's nothing like it...  Nothing.

   I could feel myself building rapidly toward ejaculation as everything
began to tingle within me, and my fingers were all but clenched in Scott's
hair, so intense was the buildup.  I wanted to cum.  Wanted to pour myself
warmly into Scott's mouth.  "Unnnnnnnch....." I tried to fight it, to hold
off, but Scott knew I was almost right there....
   He sucked all the more intently near the tip, his fingers now took hold
below, and he jerked me off as he suckled my knob.  "Scott,
shiiiiiittt....." I moaned, "Scott........."  I could feel my insides burn,
my legs went taught, and twitched wildly.

   My hips bucked then, and I knew there was no stopping it.  I felt
everything go electrically numb in seizure, and even then I fought against
that first impulsive contraction.  I resisted until the next pulse, and
then the feelings were so wildly intense that it overpowered me, and I
couldn't hold on anymore...
   "Uhhh, uhh, uhh...." The spasms took me, and the most intense orgasm
I've ever had blew up my shaft and into Scotts hot, wet mouth in what felt
like gushing spurts.  He gulped around it, and I raised up off the sheets
seizing around him.

   My right hand was clenched in Scott's hair, the other had a fistful of
tangled bedspread... "Uhhh, uhhhh......" I moaned deeply.  Scott pulled his
mouth away, licked his lips hungrily, and then took me in again.  "Oh
fuck...." I winced.  My knob was so tender and sensitive now that I
couldn't take it.  He bobbed up and down a few last times, and finally
pulled off, and began licking the underside of my shaft, and down, lapping
at my drained testicles....

   He stopped finally, as I crumpled back limply on the bed.  A huge grin
spread his lips, and as he watched me, he continued to slowly stroke my wet
boy shaft between is forefinger and thumb.  I became aware for the second
time, of his hips still moving, wetly somehow against my leg.  "Ohhh
fuuuu...." I sighed, deeply out of breath...
   Scott smiled up at me and eventually moved his body up so that he could
lie alongside me, his hand softly rubbing around the smooth skin of my
chest.  "I can feel your heartbeat." He mentioned breathily.  He seemed to
be breathing hard as well.  "So...  What did you think?"

   I couldn't talk for a moment, still trying to recover.  I looked at
Scott though, and then leaned in to thank him by wrapped my wet lips over
his.  His tongue found mine, and I could taste my own sweet young seed as
we kissed.
   "That....  Was so...  So fuckin' awesome." I said softly.
   "Better than the magazine?" Scott teased.
   "Yeah." I laughed, "A little bit...."  We lay there a moment.  "Let me
rest a little, and then I'll do you too." I offered sincerely.  I wanted
him to feel what I had.
   "Umm.... I already spilled." Scott said meekly.  I looked at him
curiously.  "When you were thrashing around, your leg was rubbing on my
dick, and when you came in my mouth, I lost it too.  It was so awesome to
feel you twitch and moan like that."

   I raised my head and look down at his stomach and groin.  His belly was
smeared and glistening with his clearish boy spunk, and there were wet
spots on my leg and bedspread.  "Oh man... I'm sorry.  I wanted to give you
a blow job too..."
   "Don't worry about it Nathan.  I still totally got in on it, and it was
fuckin' wild anyway.  And it was kinda like my first blowjob too, but on
the giving end.  We'll switch off next time." He said.

   I grinned at him, and eagerly nodded agreement.  Wanting the full
experience though, I sat up, and with an sly grin I scooted down and
positioned myself lower on the bed, leaning my upper body over Scott's
torso.  With an impish look back up at him, I lowered my face to his
stomach, and began swirled my tongue over the remnants of his boy seed that
still clung in sticky splatters to his smooth warm tummy.  "Mmm..." I
sighed and savored the tasty treat.


    Finished for the moment, I got up and turned off my iPod, and the music
that had covered our moaning and sex noises.  Scott and I once again opened
my door, and peeked down the hallway outside my room.  I could faintly hear
my mom, downstairs talking to someone on the telephone.
   Still naked, and with quiet and mischievous grins, Scott and I padded
quickly down the hall and into the upstairs bathroom.  Scott peed, and then
we both stood looking in the large over counter mirror, studying and
comparing our lean, adolescent bodies to one another.

   We giggled boyishly as we moved through various 'muscle' poses, laughing
at our own reflections as each of us tried to outdo the other.  Some of the
poses of course became a little sexually suggestive in nature.  I mean come
on, we're twelve, what else would you expect.
   We stood facing each other, and in the mirror we watched as we moved our
young penis' tip to tip, and pretended to have them kiss.  The contact felt
good though, and forgetting the mirror, we both looked down at the real
thing as we playfully rubbed our boyish knobs together.

    Scott reached out, and pushed my foreskin back, then touched his glans
to mine, then pulled my foreskin forward to wrap it around his tip as well.
We looked up at each other and giggled.  I found out later there was an
actual name for this, but Scott and I called it knobbing from that day
forward.  It was the kind of an innocent boyplay that can really only
happen at this age.  People take themselves to seriously when they grow up.
Everything they do has to 'mean' something.
    But right now, at age twelve...  Shit, it's just plain fun.  The
curiosity, and wonderment of new experiences like this are the greatest
things in the world.  First time moments.  The ones you will always
remember as the best ones of you life.

    You can do those things hundreds of times after that, and of course it
always feels good, but....  There's some kind of magic in that first one.
The blowjob that I got today, the first touch of a warm tongue on my
boyprong....  Shit....  I'll relive that in my mind a million times.  The
best part though, is knowing you still have new stuff to discover.  More
'first times' were coming, and I could barely wait...
   We hopped in the shower and got cleaned up, then snuck playfully back to
my bedroom.  I was both tired, and happy from all the stuff I did today,
and climbing naked under the cool sheets, we both lay back and drifted.
Scott was asleep in minutes, and I lay there a little longer, already
reliving the day.
   I thought about the rope swing, and the naked fun we had there.  I
thought about Ayden, and smiled as I remembered his shyness, an how he
wanted me to 'teach' him some stuff.  I thought about Daryl, and the
cryptic comments, and suggestions he'd made.

   And, of course I thought about Scott and I glanced over at him, asleep
alongside me.  Then I smiled, and moved my leg out a little, so that our
feet touched.  It felt nice just to be in contact with him.  Yep, there was
more to come.  With a deep and deserved yawn, I closed my eyes and dropped
off...


		  End of Chapter Eight / To be Continued.


* To find my other stories, please look on Nifty in the Authors section,
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appreciate you reading my stories, and offering up your comments...  I
truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something
of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into my story...  Childhood was
a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it...........