Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 23:31:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buck Doefawn <doefawnbuck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The First Summer part one

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characters in this story are minors and it gets steamy early on but I can
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The First Summer

Part one:

People like me shouldn't have to live in small towns. I go to a high school
with fewer that two hundred students and I'm totally alone. I'm the only
person like me in this town and life here is hard enough without the
thoughts that burden my mind. Even early on, I was different. I just never
seemed to get along with the other guys at school. I've never had any sort
of talent in or any desire to really get into any sort of sports and that,
unfortunately, seems to be the only thing that the guys my age seem to do
around here. I eventually learned how to be content with being alone. If
you met me you would probably call me a dreamer because I always have my
mind somewhere else, usually in a book or entranced by some movie. Life for
me stayed the same until I turned fourteen and I began to realize why I was
different.

It started in the late summer in the first week of August. I had just
celebrated my fourteenth birthday less than a week prior and the summer
heat had me hiding in a patch of woods in between our farm and one of our
neighbors' pastures. I was lounging in my favorite spot against an enormous
oak tree thinking of the approaching fall and the start of my freshman
year.

It was getting close to four and I decided to cut through the pastures and
head up to the filling station for a soda. On the return trip, I was about
halfway through my neighbors' pasture, when I noticed someone else was just
sort of standing a few yards ahead of me. I realized that it was a boy
about my age and that I had never seen him in town before. I went to
investigate why somebody was in my neighbors' pasture and as I drew closer
to him I could tell that he was definitely not from around here. His
clothes weren't exactly the type you'd see out here in the sticks. When I
got within speaking distance, I asked him what his name was and what he was
doing in this pasture.

    "My name is Andrew Brenner.", he replied, "I'm staying with my aunt and
uncle until my dad gets back home from overseas. Why are you in this
field?"

    "I'm Michael Forrester; my parents own the neighboring farm. I'm on my
way home and I'm taking a shortcut through the pasture." I answered.

    "There isn't much to do around here for fun is there?"

    "Not unless you're good at football."

    "I'm not really into sports, what do you usually do for fun?"

    As I thought of an answer that wouldn't make me sound like a pansy, I
took the time to get a real good look at this new boy. From what I could
tell we were roughly the same height, build, and hair color. The only real
noticeable things about him were that he wore his hair to his shoulders,
bangs tucked back behind his ears, and that he has a pale complexion. When
I looked into his eyes I saw the most intense green I've ever seen.

    "I usually read a lot or escape from the heat that is when I don't have
any chores to do."

    "God this is really the middle of nowhere!" he exclaimed.

    "Yeah, I know what you mean."; "I've lived here all my life."

    During the course of our short conversation, the sun had started to
make its way down below the tree line and the cool of the night was at last
freeing us from the heat.

    "Hey, I've got to get going. It's almost dinnertime." he said, "Are you
going to be out here tomorrow?"

    "Yeah, I'll probably out here most of the day after I'm done with my
chores."

    "Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" he inquired.

    "Sure.", I replied, "Do you want to meet up back here at around eight
tomorrow morning?"

    "That would be cool." he said, "I'll see you then."

    As we turned to go our separate ways, I found myself looking back over
my shoulder to watch him walk away. I had butterflies in my stomach in the
anticipation of hanging out with him in the morning. After he was out of
sight, I ducked under the fence and made my way up to the house. I stopped
in the mud room and pulled my boots of and sighed relief at the coolness of
the tile floor on my tired feet. As I sat down for supper with my parents,
I kept replaying the short encounter between Andrew and me in my
head. There was something about him that I just had to keep revisiting. I
just did not know what it was. I kept pondering this as I showered and got
ready for bed.

    After crawling under my cool cotton sheets, I lay there contemplating
what the next day would bring. All the while, my hand idly started its way
down to my dick and made itself busy rolling my foreskin back and forth
over my ever sensitive head. Thoughts of Andrew flickered through my mind
like a movie, as the waves of pleasure begin to stir deep inside me. I
began to picture Andrew's round backside and the way it moved when he
walked away. I was almost there now. With my free hand, I threw the sheets
down to my knees right before I bucked my hips and unleashed hot ropes of
cum onto my chest. After the pleasure subsided, I lay there, totally
exhausted covered in sweat and the sticky aftermath of my ejaculation. As a
cool summer breeze blew through my open window, shivers ran through me as I
came to realize what had just happened. Right before I came, I had thought
of Andrew. The images of him went through my head again and I could feel my
pulse quicken as I started to panic. I had never thought of anyone before
while I was masturbating and the first time it happens it is of a boy. What
did this mean about me? I knew I was a bit different from the other boys in
town, but up until now I had not really thought why. This was going to take
some serious soul searching on my part, but that would have to wait, sleep
was calling me of to dreamland with the promise of a full day to figure
this out and hang out with Andrew.

    I woke up at six got dressed and went downstairs to get some
breakfast. After the night I had and the thoughts I knew I had to figure
out, all in all, I was looking forward to getting to know this new boy,
Andrew, and to see if there was something to this or if I was just freaking
myself out.

    With breakfast done, I went out to do my chores. After mucking out the
stalls and laying down fresh straw, I went to search out Andrew. I found
him in roughly the same place I met him yesterday evening.

    "Hey, Andrew." I called.

    "Morning Michael, man, I had the best sleep I've ever had last night."

    In the morning light, I took the chance to look over him again to try
and figure out what it was about him that attracted me so much. He looked
just the same this morning as he did last night.

    "So, what are we going to do today?"

    "It's going to be real hot again today, how's about hanging out in the
woods?"

    "Sounds fine by me.  You lead the way."

    So I lead him into the woods to the trail that led to my oak tree.  I
planned on us hanging out there and just talking for a while to get to know
him.

    "So Andrew, where are you from?" I asked him.

    "Dad and I lived just outside of Fort Campbell."

    "Do you have a lot of friends back there?"

    "If I told you I did it would be a lie.  Dad and I moved around quite a
bit and I'm really not that good at making friends." he said while looking
down at his feet.

    "You've got to be kidding. You are so good looking, how can you have so
much trouble making friends?"

    "It's guess that it's my fault really.  I usually read a lot and watch
movies. It's easier than being disappointed. Do you really think I'm good
looking?"

    'Holy shit!' I thought to myself.  I must have let that slip. What does
he think I'd meant by that?

    "I just mean you aren't bad looking.  Sheesh, if I were a girl, I'd be
all over you."

    "Girls, gosh, I have nothing to do with them."



    "You seem like a good guy and I think you can keep a secret, so I'm
going to trust you with something I haven't told a soul.  First, you have
to swear to me to take this to your grave."

    "Whatever you tell me here at this tree will stay at this tree if you
do the same for me.  I swear it."

    Andrew then looked at me directly, his piercing green eyes unblinking
as he drew a deep breath.

    "Michael, I think I might be gay."  He let out the rest of his breath
in a sigh as his bombshell fell on my ears and exploded, giving me hope and
courage.

    "Alright," I said, "It's my turn to tell you something, but I don't
want to freak you out, o.k."

    "Lay it on me man"

    After a minute or so to gather more courage and a few nervous breaths,
I began.  "Andrew... I think I like you."  The words were hard to say but
the internal conflict I'd been having since last night melted away.

    "Are you fucking with me, 'cause if you are..."

    "No, I'm totally serious. You're hot."  That was new; I had never used
those words to describe anyone before.  Then I lost it.  A new weight
crashed down upon my shoulders.  I just admitted to myself and my only
friend that I was gay.  I drew my knees up to my chest and started sobbing.
I then felt a real weight on me.  It was Andrew, drawing me into his
chest. There we set, my tears wetting my face and his arms offering warmth
and comfort.  The steady in and out of his chest pressing against my back
as his breath blew in my ear soothed me and after a while I calmed and the
tears dried up.

    I didn't know how to feel.  This discovery about myself hit me without
warning.  I was left shaken and quiet within my own thoughts.

    "It'll be alright," Andrew whispered in my ear, "I know just how you
feel.  It's a hard thing to come to terms with."

    "I didn't realize it 'till I told you."

    "So, you really like me?"

    "Yeah."  Andrew was still holding me against his chest and I was
beginning to feel a growing lump prodding me in the small of my back.

    "I like you too Michael."

    "I already know that Andrew, your dick is kind of giving that away."

    "Oh, sorry about that.  You know how it is.", Andrew replied.

    I definitely knew all about it.  My own wood was doing its best to
explode threw the fly of my jeans.

    "It's okay," I said, "I really don't mind."

    "Do you want to see it?"

    "Yeah, do you want to see mine too?"

    "Sure."  Andrew then let me go and moved to stand in front of me.  He
let out a long nervous sigh and unbuttoned his jeans. I watched his hand
lower his zipper to reveal his boxer-briefs stretched tight across his
erection.  He let out another long sigh and hooked his thumbs in the
elastic waistband and pushed both his jeans and underwear down to his knees
with and audible slap as his erection sprung up against his abdomen.

    It was about six inches long, of medium thickness, and uncut like mine.
"Your turn."

    I rose to my feet and I undid my jeans and lowered them along with my
underwear revealing my erection to Andrew.  I liked my dick.  It was close
to six and a half inches and my foreskin covered my head even when I was
boned up.  I looked back up to Andrew just as his hood rolled back exposing
his glistening head and a long strand of precut hanging from his piss slit.

    "So what do you think?"

    "It's not that different from mine is it?" I replied, "I guess I like
it.

    "Do you want to touch it?"

    Without bothering to answer him, I gently wrapped my fingers around his
member.  The skin was so soft and delicate, I was surprised by the heat it
gave off.  I let out a small gasp when I felt his hand start to feel around
the base of my wood.  His fingers gingerly tickled my pubes and I felt
precum start to ooze out of my piss slit.  Andrew scooped up some with his
fingers and licked it.

    "Dude that's gross!"

    "No, it actually tastes pretty good. Try it."

He scooped up some of his own precum and presented it for me to try.  He
liked it well enough but I was skeptical.  Mom always says to try new
things so I licked the sticky stuff off of his finger.  It had a tangy sort
of sweet flavor to it that I found I quite liked.

"Wow.  That is pretty good."  I said sounding surprised.

"Can I have some more of yours?" Andrew asked.

"You can have all you want."

Andrew then dropped down to his knees and rolled back my hood.  Another
blob of precum oozed out and he licked it from my head with a flick of his
tongue.

"Hey what are you doing?"  I asked slightly startled.

"Dude relax you will like this."

Relaxing was a bit hard to do for a fourteen year old when he's stark naked
from the waist down and standing in front of some one.

Andrew renewed his grasp around the base of my dick and again flicked his
tongue over my oozing piss slit. Ripples of electricity shot up through my
dick flooding my mind with waves of pleasure.  Just when I thought the
pleasure could not get any better he pressed his soft lips against my head
allowing my dick to invade the hot, wet, warmth of his teenage mouth.

I involuntarily let out a moan as my hands rose up from my sides to find
themselves resting on his head running through his silky hair.  He
rhythmically bobbed his head back and forth with gentle suction coaxing the
precum to add the flavor of my dick in his mouth.

Time seemed to stand still while Andrew had his mouth wrapped around my
cock.  More moans escaped my lips as the sun's rays shown through the
leaves illuminating the two of us in my favorite place on earth.

My orgasm was now fast approaching and I was powerless to stop it. My legs
started to shake and all my muscles seemed to spasm as my dick erupted in
Andrews's mouth.  As he received the first volley he pressed forward
completely and let my shaft ride down his throat compounding the intensity
of the pleasure I was experiencing.

I was dripping with sweat and my cock was deflating rapidly as if it were
scarred from the lack of pleasure as it hung out in the open air again.  I
had a huge grin on my face.

"I told you that you'd like it didn't I." Andrew said sounding quite
pleased with himself.

"Yeah that was so fucking awesome.  Where did you learn to do that?"

"I said that I didn't have a lot of friends but I had one.  His name is
Curtis.  He and I were pretty good friends and we did a lot of this kind of
stuff together."

"Did you like him?" I asked.

"I thought I did."  Andrew seemed to gather his thoughts.

"In the end he wanted to `go all the way', but I didn't want to go that far
at the time.  Curtis got upset and I never have seen him after that."

"That must have bummed you out."

"It did at first but I figured out later that he was just using me to get
off."

"Speaking of getting off..."  I wrapped my hand around his dick and rolled
back his foreskin.  "I think it is about time you and I finish what we
started."

Andre reclined against the oak tree and closed his eyes as I set to work.
I stroked his member a couple of times and another blob of precum was added
to the gooey mess dripping from my hand.  I wasted no time in licking the
next emission from his drum tight head.  Andrew let out a low groan which
only spurred on the erotic ministrations I was giving his penis.  I brought
his dickhead to my lips and bathed it in kisses swirling my tongue around
it.  I was trying hard to give Andrew as much pleasure as he'd given me.  I
slowly lowered my lips over his head and started to envelop his rigid
shaft.

I felt him place his hand on the back of my head and heard his breath as
low moans and drawn out sighs.  I was enjoying myself allowing my hands to
freely roam his body.  His thighs were smooth, firm, and hairless but it
was the lower part of his abdomen right above his tight compact bush that I
couldn't keep my hands off of.

"Oh, oh, oh shit!" Andrew exclaimed. "Here it comes!"

I felt his body go rigid and his breath get sporadic as his cock started to
twitch rhythmically in my mouth; erupting teen cum on my tongue and down my
throat.

"That was good."

"I'm glad you liked it."

I sat back on one foot with my arms hugging my knee into my chest enjoying
the sun on my shoulders and the gentle breeze on my dangling genitals.
Andrew too seemed to be enjoying himself here in my little place in the
woods.

"I never realized how good it feels to just be naked outside." I said.  The
questions underneath the simple statement laden with wondering about the
boy I was just sharing my first sexual experience with.  I was content
though my mind was still being blitzkrieged with guilt.

My emotions seem to always show on my face.  I'm really and easy read.  How
is it I've gone this far in life unscathed?  I was not really surprised
that Andrew knew what I was thinking.  He seemed the type of person that
would.

"I used to feel guilty about this kind of thing myself." Andrew in his
beautiful whisper of a voice. "Trust me when I say it lessens with time."

"I know but this goes against everything I've ever been taught."

"Deep down does it really feel wrong?  Try to ignore all you've been told
and just listen to your own mind."

I focused my thoughts and though I was not entirely set, I realized a
thread of truth ran through it and led me back to an answer that I could
live with.

"I guess you're right, I wasn't quite happy with myself before now.  Thank
you."

"You're welcome but that really isn't necessary.  Michael you helped me
today too. There is just something about you that puts me at ease and
allows me to be open about myself which is not easy for me."

"You do the same thing for me.  I couldn't stop thinking about you at all
last night.  At first that made me freak out a bit, now being with you
feels natural.  The other stuff is just icing on the cake."

"It does feel natural.  All of it does, what we just did was hot and I
haven't even shown you everything yet."

"You mean there's more!"  I said as my dick started to rise again.

"You bet your hot ass there's sucking, stroking, rimming, fingering, and
kissing.  Then there is an unlimited variety to positions to fuck in. Some
are better that others but all of them are fun."

"When can we try some of that stuff?"  I was really excited.  "I'm ready to
try all of it."

"We don't have to do everything today.  Besides, you're not ready to be
fucked.