Date: Wed, 18 Dec 1996 11:24:48 -0800 From: Jason <vt_kid@mailmasher.com> Organization: http://www.mailmasher.com pseudonymous service Comments: Please report abuse to abuse@mailmasher.com Subject: Vermont Summer Warning! This story contains descriptions of intimate relationships between teen boys. If you are in any way offended by this, do not read any farther. If you are under the age of consent where you live, then you may not read any farther. The following story happened to me last summer and is, for the most part, true. I have exaggerated some points and have changed the names of all individuals in the story. I wrote this story for a contest and my English teacher helped me a lot. Of course, I have added more details after I submitted the orginal! :) Remember, I'm only 14 (well almost). Don't flame me if you don't like the story. As you'll read from my story, I'm shy and last summer did a lot to bring me out (in several ways!). I'm not sure if it is even legal for me to write this story and post it. Is it okay for a kid to write about the stuff he does with other kids? For that reason I am posting this anonymously. Don't try to email me. Okay... This is your last chance. Don't go any farther if gay teen boys offend you. Don't say you weren't warned. Jason (not my real name) in Vermont Chapter One -- I Become a Slave Shit, man. What a drag. School was almost out for the summer and all the plans I made with my friends went down the tubes. I can't believe my fucking mom. She decided that I would only get in trouble staying here in Springfield. "You know I don't like your friends, Jay. They aren't as good as us. Besides, your aunt needs you to help paint the house with Chad. You always liked your cousin, Chad. He'll be a good influence on you. Anyway, there's lots to do down in Wilmington." Wilmington, Vermont. One traffic light. Lots of little antique and gift shops. And over an hour by car from home. If I could even drive. Fuck, I won't even get a driver's license for another two and a half years. What's wrong with mothers? I'm not a slave. Don't I have some say in how I am going to spend my summer? And what's wrong with my friends? We just like to have fun. All the guys act like that. But, my Mom never listens. She doesn't understand that I'm not a baby anymore. The next day wasn't my best at the middle school. I told all my friends. They tried to make me feel better, but I felt really out of it. Shit, they kept talking about the things they were going to do and I wasn't a part of that anymore. In gym, the coach had us running on the hottest fucking day of the year. In the locker room afterwards, vacation was all the guys talked about. "Too bad, you can't be at my party, Jason. Jeremy's brother bought us some beer and wine. He also got us some porno magazines," said Brian as he stripped down to his plaid boxers. "Somehow, though, we'll manage without you!" He laughed in my face. I don't know what got into me, but that laughter hurt. "Shut the fuck up, Brian," I shouted as I shoved him. I just wanted to be alone. I heard him whisper, "What an asshole." I just kept walking. I walked over to the shower room in just my boxers. They say that in the old days the boys had to take showers after gym. We never did, though. The only time the showers were used was to dunk our heads on hot days like that one. I quickly shoved my head under the cold stream of water and tried to cool off. I'm not sure what I would do if I had to take a shower with my friends. I am what Mr. McClain, our health teacher, called a late bloomer. There I was, thirteen and my voice was just beginning to change. Brian was younger than I was and already had hair under his arms! Nope, there was no way I would ever get naked in front of the guys. They would just laugh. Besides, I'm not sure how I would react around a bunch of nude boys. For as long as I remember, I have always been much more interested in seeing naked guys than naked women. When My friends and I looked at those porno magazines, I never let on that it was the men who excited me. Don't get me wrong. I like girls and have lots of friends who are girls. It's just that the thought of doing "that" with them makes me ill. Mr. McClain says that almost half of all guys have gay feelings at some point in their life. I guess that my feelings are taking just a bit longer to work themsleves out. And if I really am gay, I guess I don't really care. I like the feelings that I have. Lost in thought about the generation of boys who used the showers every day, I applied deoderant to my hairless armpits, hoping to mask the smell that all us guys had after gym everyday. I got dressed without talking to my friends. I kept to myself the rest of the day. Even Mr. Charles, my math teacher couldn't get me out of my funk. I liked Mr. Charles. He was the youngest teacher in the school and liked the same things I did. In the winter he coached the ski team at the high school. In the summer he did a lot of camping and hiking. Any other day he could make me smile with his stupid jokes. But not this one. At two-thirty I got on the bus to go home. On these warm days, I usually walked with my friends, but they were all going to Brian's house to make plans for the first party of the summer. Brian's parents were going down to Boston for the weekend and were leaving Brian alone. He was planning a pool party. Of course I would be in Wilmington, painting my aunt's house. So I spent my last two days in Springfield packing for a fun-filled summer in Wilmington. A summer to be spent painting my aunt's house and watching that fucking traffic light changing colors. Chapter Two -- I Lose All Privacy "I'm so glad you agreed to help Chad. I can't pay you much, but the two of you will have lots of fun, I'm sure," said my Aunt Leslie as my Mom pulled away. I had endured the hour drive down from Springfield in silence. The day was dark and gloomy and fit my mood. When we got to Wilmington from Springfield, we had to go another few minutes down Route 100 and then turned onto the dirt road leading to Aunt Leslie's house. If Wilmington is in the middle of nowhere, then my aunt's house was five miles beyond nowhere. And the house really did need paint. Leslie and my fourteen year old cousin, Chad, had lived there forever. The house was in the middle of a heavily wooded area at the end of a dirt road, a mile from their nearest neighbor. It looked like it had its last coat of paint before I was born. The white pigment had almost disappeared in some spots. The green paint was hanging off the trimming in strips. It would take a lot of scraping before we could even start painting. "Let me show you to your room," Said Aunt Leslie. "I can't give you the guest room. I've got all my goods stored there." My aunt Leslie is a buyer and seller for the antique shops in this town. She travels all over New England in her used U-Haul truck. "Chad said he would be happy to share his room with you. You've always gotten along so well," she said as we walked into his room. Fuck! I give up my summer and now I give up my privacy. I like to spread out when I am home. My mom always complains about how messy my room is, but it's mine and I live the way I want. Now I don't even have my own space. Nothing to call my own except my clothes. "I'll leave you to settle in. You're bed's the one against the wall. Chad brought in that dresser this morning so you can use all the drawers. You have your own bathroom, of course." My own bathroom. Yeah, right. I only share it with one other person. He'll probably stink it up and forget to flush after he takes a dump. My thoughts got more and more morose as I put my clothes into the antique dresser in my shared room. "Yo, Japer!" I jumped when I heard the shout. There was Chad with his ubiquitous goofy grin, charging into the room. His armed reached out and snaked around my neck. He pulled my head into his chest and gave me a good-natured squeeze with both arms. "Am I ever glad you're going to help me with the house. I wasn't looking forward to doing this alone." In many ways, Chad and I are opposites. I am usually quiet and serious and keep my thoughts to myself. I get embarassed easily and avoid making myself look stupid. Chad is always open, never afraid to make a fool of himself, and always smiling. Mom calls him gregarious. Although he is less than a year older than me, he is a good five inches taller. Our builds are similar, quite thin, but Chad is beginning to bulk up. We are both blonde; he's got a flattop; my hair is shaved on the sides and longer on top. In spite of myself, I just couldn't keep up my bad mood. Chad started telling me about his year, his baseball team, his skiing last winter, and his stories of his school. I soon found myself laughing as he related his experiences in trying to pass algebra one. Too bad he didn't have Mr. Charles. The two of them would have bonded instantly. I don't know how he did it, but Chad got me out of my rotten mood. Soon we were laughing together at really stupid things. When Aunt Leslie called us for dinner, Chad grabbed me before we could leave the room. He pulled me over to him and draped his gangly, tanned arm over my shoulder. "I'm glad you're here, Jase," he said, suddenly serious. "I was afraid it was going to be another lonely summer for me." As quickly as it came, the serious mood left and we raced for the dining room for a great meal of my Aunt's fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and real gravy. As we ate, we made plans for the coming days. "I'll be off down to Connecticut starting early tomorrow morning," my aunt said. "I want you boys to get started on the house while I'm gone. I've left plenty of money if you need to buy some food or rent a movie. I've left the numbers where you can reach me if there are any problems." "Yep, Mom. I know the drill; I've been through it a thousand times. Don't worry about us. There's plenty to keep us busy." The evening passed quickly. Chad and I sprawled out on the livingroom floor and watched Speed as Aunt Leslie bustled in and out of the house packing her truck with last minute items for her trip to Connecticut. "I'm leaving at five in the morning, boys. You boys can get up and fix your own breakfast. And don't stay up too late! You've got a lot to do tomorrow." "Yeah, Mom. We're just going to watch Saturday Night Live and then go to bed." "Okay, goodnight, boys. I'll see you Tuesday evening." With that, she went to bed and the house suddenly grew quieter. Chad was engrossed in the movie but all I could do was think of Springfield and the party going on at Brian's house. They were probably all shit-faced by now. And I was here, in the middle of the woods watching a movie I had seen a hundred times before. Saturday Night Live was SOS, the same old shit. "I've seen this one before. I'm going to bed," I told Chad. "I'll be there in a little bit. I just want to catch the Weekend Update." I took a leak and brushed my teeth before getting into bed. I stripped to my boxers and stuffed my dirty clothes into the hamper in the closet. I didn't want to leave my shared room a mess on the first night. I turned out the light pulled the covers up to my chin, and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. I tried not to, but all I could think about was Springfield and everybody partying without me. I really don't know what got into me. Perhaps I was tired, but all of a sudden I felt a tear drop down my cheek. I'm such a baby. I heard the door open and Chad walked quietly into the room. I could tell he was trying not to wake me as he made his way to the bathroom. I heard the door close quietly and then the sounds of a heavy stream of piss hitting the water in the toilet. A flush and then the sounds of water running as Chad brushed his teeth. When all was quiet, the door opened. "Jase, are you awake?" Chad whispered. "'Course I'm awake. You thought I could sleep with you banging around the room?" I replied. I turned over to smile up at him. "I'm going to leave the bathroom light on, in case you have to go tonight. Okay?" Chad always made me feel he cared. He removed his t-shirt and threw it into the middle of the floor. I admired the smooth definition of his developing teen muscles. He sat on his bed and began unbuttoning his 501s. I watched as he peeled off the pants revealing his black silk boxers. The Levis ended up in a pile on the floor, too. "Nice shorts," I said. "Yeah. They make me feel like I'm wearing nothing. I walk around the house in them on hot days, at least when Mom is home. When she's gone, I usually don't bother to put on clothes.I like being naked when there's nobody here to see me." Shit, I would never even think of walking around my house in my underwear. Besides, Mom would scream at me and make me put my pants on. She never even lets me go without a shirt on hot days. Then Chad did something that surprised me. He hooked his thumbs into the wasteband and peeled off the boxers, adding them to the growing pile on the floor. This is something none of my friends would ever do. Chad was standing there in the light from the bathroom completely nude. He didn't even try to turn away or hide himself. I tried not to, but my eyes went right to his dick. It was circumsized, just like mine. But, it was larger, maybe five inches long. The skin was smooth and pink and his cock pulled a little to the right. His balls hung loosely in a hairless sac, the left one slightly lower than the right. A small, but dense crescent of blond hair rose above his equipment. God I wished my body would develop like his. His nakedness kind of excited and embarassed me at the same time. With no father or brothers, the only live nude guys I had ever seen were the fat old men in the changing room at the pool. It wasn't cool to change in front of my friends. We always turned our backs when we took our clothes off. Chad walked quietly over to me, his dick and balls rolling back and forth with each step. He sat down on my bed, his smoth cock no more that a couple of feet from my nose. I could have reached out and touched it if I wanted. Chad's serious face reappeared as he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Dude, I'm really glad you're here. This is going to be our summer. It's going to be excellent. Nobody can take that from us." He walked over to his bed and climbed in, pulling the blankets to his chin. "'Night, Japer," he said. "'Night, Chad." I fell asleep almost immediately. Chapter Three -- Just Us Guys I awoke with the sun streaming through the windows. It was only eight-thirty but already the day was warm. It would probably climb to ninety degrees before evening came. A light wind rustled the bright green leaves of the maple trees outside the window. I looked across the room to Chad's bed, but it was empty and unmade. Suddenly the hiss of the shower began behind the closed door of the bathroom. As usual in the morning, my penis was hard and I had to take a wicked piss. The sound of the shower wasn't helping things, either. I grabbed my woody and held on, hoping Chad wouldn't take too long. I turned to the wall and scrunched up into a little ball, hoping that would relieve the strain on my bladder. After an eternity, the shower finally stopped and a few minutes later Chad entered the room. Still in the fetal position, I began the wait for my cousin the leave the room so I could get out of bed without him seeing my hardon. Suddenly a scream pierced the silence and I felt the wind almost leave my body when Chad's lanky, naked form crashed down on my tightly rolled body. He nearly scared the piss out of me. Literally! "Morning, dude! Get out of bed!" Chad extricated himself and began to pull the covers off me. It became a war as he pulled and I held on to them for dear life. Hell, even though I was in my boxers, there would be no way to hide my boner sticking out of the fly. There was no way I was going to let him see me in that state. I'd never hear the end of the kidding from him. "C'mon Chad. You scared the fuck out of me. I nearly pissed in the bed. Leave me alone." "Okay, suit yourself. I'm going to make some breakfast." With that, my cousin got up and walked out the door to the kitchen, stark naked. I didn't have time to comment. All I could do was bound out of bed and sprint for the bathroom. I think I set a world record for the single longest pee after my dick finally got soft enough to allow me to unload. After jiggling to get the last few drops, I buttoned up my paisley boxers and ventured into the kitchen to find something to eat. Standing at the stove cooking bacon, Chad's young body gracefully waved back in forth in time to the Phish tape blasting from the stereo in the living room. The song was one of their slower, blues tunes. "Jesus, Chad. Put on some clothes! Aren't you afraid you're going to burn your pecker?" I laughed. I didn't mention that he was giving me a hard-on. "Nah, I'm an expert at this. Turn the heat just low enough to keep the grease from splattering. Don't you ever cook nude?" "Yeah, right," I replied. "Doesn't everybody?" Chad turned and grinned at me. "I guess I do look a little funny. I never thought anything of it. I've never really bothered getting dressed when my mother's gone. What's the point? I told you, I like being naked when nobody's here. Besides, if I spill something on myself, I don't need to do any laundry," he chuckled. With the bacon done, Chad pointed to the cupboard with the cereal and directed me to pour him a bowl of Cheerios while he fixed us some orange juice from the refrigerator. He opened the sliding glass door and carried our juice to the table on the deck. He came back for the bacon as I carried our cereal bowls out. "I eat out here every nice day. Helps me with my tan," Chad reported. For the first time I noticed the smooth, all-over tan on my cousin's body. With just the hint of a paleness around his middle, Chad's tall, lanky body was a golden brown color. His blonde hair glistened in the sun and the contrast made him seem even darker. Compared to my pale torso, Chad was a greek god. "You must eat out here a lot." Instantly understanding the comment, Chad replied, "Yeah, I do. But I spend a lot of time in the sun. I guess I am a nudest. I love the feeling of the sun on my body. Mom says that when I was a small kid, she could never get me to keep my clothes on. Even now I go naked as much as I can. Of course, Mom makes me wear at least my boxers when she's home." I envied my cousin. He was only a little older than me but seemed so self assured. I'd never have the guts to walk around naked in front of another guy. Hell, Chad would only laugh at my small dick and tiny tufts of almost invisible blonde pubic hair. "If you want to, we can go skinny dipping later. Harrison Reservoir is just down the path through the woods. Nobody wears clothes there. Heck, people drive from five states just to spend the day sunning on the rocks nude." No way! The thought of stripping naked in front of Chad was bad enough. There was no way I was going to let complete strangers make fun of my body. I hate being a late bloomer. On the other hand, the thought of naked people lounging around, just down the path excited me. I decided then and there that we would at least make a visit to the lake so I could see for myself. We took our dirty dishes to the sink and ran a damp cloth over the counter. Chad said his mother got really mad if he left the place too much a mess. "Let's get started with the painting before it gets too hot." We went to our room to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of baggy old basketball shorts over my boxers. Chad put on only a pair of ripped nylon soccer shorts. He led me to the garage where we dug out scrapers from an old, dented toolbox. He also grabbed a couple of old cloth painter caps hanging from a hook on the wall. "I hate all that old, chipped paint getting into my hair. It takes me forever to get it out," he said. I laughed at the thought of the paint chips lodging between the short stubbles of his flattop. We went to the south side of the house and began chipping away at the trim around the windows. Because he was taller, Chad scraped the crud higher up. I took care of all the trim on the lower parts. Of course, as we worked, the old chips flew off and covered everything in sight, especially me. Every once in a while I would pause to admire Chad's lithe body working up a sweat as he threw his weight into a particularly stubborn section. I could see up his loose soccer shorts; the globes in his sagging, hairless ball sack would slap against his legs in rhythm with his scraping motions. By noon the heat had become unbearable. Chad and I decided we had done enough work for the morning and cleaned up. My body was covered with dust and paint chips so as I brushed off my front, my cousin took care of my backside My body tingled as he swatted and rubbed the paint off my body. I did the same for him. Then we stripped. Again chad was naked and I was in my boxers. Paint dust encrusted sweat clung to his waist where the elastic of his soccer shorts had caused pinkish wrinkles to form. He rubbed away the grime as best he could, but had me take care of the dust on his backside. I quickly rubbed in downward motions. Just these fleeting touches to his tanned, muscular ass cheeks caused me to get that feeling deep down in my balls. I quickly turned in case my dick betrayed my lust. I guess Chad throught I wanted him to take care of my backside. He pulled my boxers down a few inches and swatted the grime from my ass. The moment ended quickly enough and we went into the cool house for lunch. I found myself hardly noticing Chad's nudity as he fixed sandwiches and I made lemonade from a can of frozen concentrate. Again we sat out on the deck to enjoy our leisurely meal. My cousin sat in a lawn chair with his legs spread-eagled and his balls hanging loosely between his thighs. We discussed the afternoon's activities. First we would go for a swim, then we would bicycle into town to return Speed and pick up another video. When the afternoon cooled enough, we would do some more scraping and then cleanup when darkess came. It sounded like a plan. About 1:30 Chad bounced up and announced it was time for a swim. He jumped gracefully from the deck onto the back lawn and began walking toward the path through the woods. "Aren't you going to put on some clothes first?" I asked. "What for? If we run into anybody, it'll just be nude sunbathers at the lake. they won't even notice." I figured my boxers would pass for a swim suit so I wasn't worried about walking down in my underwear. But Chad, he was naked. It would be mighty embarassing if we ran into anybody. But I dutifully followed. Nobody can talk Chad out of anything he gets into his mind. It wasn't a long walk. The narrow path twisted among thin oaks and maples. I marveled at the patterns the sun and shadows played on Chad's body as we walked. His leg and ass muscles reminded me of the sinews of the throughbred horses I see on television. It seemed almost natural for him to be walking through the woods in this state of undress. Within a quarter mile I glimpsed the shimmering water through the trees. After another hundred yards we were on a rocky beach on a point of land. We passed nobody along the way, much to my relief. It appeared to be a private beach. A canoe rested on its gunwhales under the shade of a large beech tree high above the shoreline. Several lawn chairs were placed in a circle near the water. Reassuring was a large boulderw which hid the beach from the sight of most of the lakeshore. Lake Willoughby was several miles long and up to three quarters of a mile wide. The shoreline was littered with boulders. Rocky outcroppings and ledges jutted into the water at various points along this northern shore. The entire shoreline was devoid of any buildings. Pines and mixed hardwood trees surrounded the lake. It was as if we were in wilderness. "The nude sunbathers are over there," Chad said as he pointed beyond the boulder. We walked around the boulder to view the shoreline running to our left. Large slabs of stone and boulders emerged from the woods into the lake: all were occumpied by one, two, or small groups of people, almost all of them undressed. It wasn't quite what I expected. I'm not sure what I thought I would see, but for some reason, I had never pictured nudists just resting, sunning, or swimming. I guess I expected to see a wild orgy, or maybe couples fucking wildly. Instead it was an average group of people having an average outing at the lake. Except they were naked. Another thing that struck I didn't expect was the number of male bodies. As a matter of fact, I saw no females anywhere. "That's the gay section. The straight people use the area beyond that point." Chad pointed at a spit of land in the distance. "We'll go down there if you want, sometime." "You mean all those guys are gay? They look so normal," I said. "They are normal," Chad replied. "Actually, they're pretty cool. I talk to them all the time. There's a fucking radical rope swing between the gay and straight sections." "Let's swim," he said. With that, Chad dashed into the water, performed a graceful dive, and disappeared beneath the sparkling water before reappearing thirty feet away. The water felt great as I waded in. I quickly submereged, floated to the surface, and took three powerful butterfly strokes. My momentum carried me almost twice as far as Chad had gone. "Wow, you're good. I wish I could do that. Do you think you can teach me to swim like you, Japer?" I was speechless. All this time I looked up to Chad and now he wanted to learn from me. "Sure," I said. "It's easy. You just have to learn the timing." We moved closer to shore and I began going over the basics of the stroke. Chad's a pretty good athlete, but as much as I tried to get him to relax, he kept trying to kick at the wrong time. He was actually comical as he flailed away at the water. He just couldn't get it. Finally Chad called it quits. Sputtering and coughing as he raised his body up out of the water, Chad laughed, "I've swallowed half the lake. I think you are teaching me wrong on purpose!" Unexpectedly he lunged at me and dunked me by mounting himself on top of my head. The closeness of his body had is effects on me. I think I even felt his pubes pass against my hands as I struggled beneath the water. All of a sudden, I felt a woody growing in my shorts. Afraid of being found out, I quickly swam to shore. As I struggled to stand in the shallow water, Chad caught up to me. "You'll pay now, Jason!" My cousin grabbed my boxers as I scrambled forward. They ended up around my knees and I found myself face down in the shallow water. I fought mightily to get my shorts back up, but Chad was too strong for me. With a sickening tearing noise, I heard the material rip as they slid from my hands. I looked around and saw Chad with my tattered shorts raised high above his head. A look of triumph covered his face. I was humiliated. My only thought was to get myself out of the water, up the path, and to the house before my cousin or anybody else laughed at my underdeveloped, little boy's body. I ran as fast as I could. I heard Chad's footsteps right behind me. Somewhow I ran even faster. But my legs were no match for my cousin's. As I emerged from the woods and onto the lawn, Chad caught me and wrapped his long arms around me as he tackled me to the ground. Our two naked bodies wrestled on the grass, but very quickly I found myself pinned to the ground, staring up at my cousin sitting on my chest. "Hah! You're no match for me. Say you're sorry for trying to drown me," Chad jokingly teased. I tried my hardest to come up with a smart remark, but I could only feel the hot tears of humiliation welling up in my eyes. I choked back a sob. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, Japer. c'mon, don't cry. Sometimes I get carried away and don't know my own strength." He let go of me. I scrambled up and ran into the house and flopped down on my bed. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them over my naked body. "Yo, Jase. You okay?" Chad's lean, naked body entered the room. "What's wrong?" he asked as he lay on the bed facedown beside me. He put his tanned arm across my chest. How could I tell him what was eating me? Having him laugh at my little kid's body would be bad enough, but admitting that I was embarassed that he had seen me naked would be even worse. "N-n-n-nothing," I sobbed. "C'mon, look at me. we're going to be together here all summer. I need to know what's eating you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I love you, dude. I've loved you since we were little kids together. I would do anything for you. Now tell me what's wrong." He pulled my my body closer to his and began stroking my hair. "Y-y-you pantsed me... I w-w-was embarassed. You wouldn't let me go." A look of concern came over Chad's face. "I embarassed you?" he asked. "Look, dude. I didn't know you would be emarassed. I'm really stupid sometimes. I think just because I like being buck naked, everybody must." "Well, I don't like it," I replied. "Why not? I'm not going to force you, but have you ever tried it?" "No. And I don't want to. You'd only laugh at me!" Oops. There I said it. Now he really was going to laugh at me for being such a baby. "Laugh at you? "i'd never laugh at you," Chad told me. "Yeah you would. I'm so skinny. And I'm such a late bloomer. I've hardly got any hair and my voice hasn't changed. I'm just a little kid and you look so cool when you are running around buck naked. I'd look like a real dork next to you." Chad smiled at me. "You think I would laugh at you? Dude, I couldn't do that. Fuck, when I tore your boxers off and saw you naked, the only thing I thought was how hot you were. Shit, Jase. Don't you know how good you look?" "But I'm so tiny. My dick's only half your size. Besides, everytime I take my clothes off, I get a boner. You'd only make fun of me." Shit, there I go again, saying more than I should. "You think you have a tiny dick? It's much bigger than mine was when I was your age. And there's nothing wrong with popping a woody. We're teens. there'd be something wrong with us if we didn't get hard half the day," Chad laughed. "Look, mine's getting hard right now." Chad turned onto his side, facing me. Sure enough, his pink pecker began to make short jerking movements. With each tiny jump, his dick stood up straighter and straighter. Chad turned onto his back and pulled my head so it rested on his chest. I could hear his heart as it pounded. His dick seemed to pulsate and jump with each beat of his heart. "You'd better get used to seeing me this way," Chad said. "I have no control over the big guy. Sometimes it seems like it is hard the whole day!" Chad reached down and pulled his cock away from his belly. It snapped back against his stomach with a loud slap when he released it. I felt my own dick grow to full size as I stared down at his huge erection. I'd never seen anything so big and beautiful. The pink shaft was fat at the base, nestled among the small patch of blond pubic hair. The six inches tapered slightly at the purple head. The dick head was perfectly formed; a tiny drip of clear liquid emerged from the piss slit. "Looks like you're popping one, too," Chad laughed, pointing at the tented sheet covering my body. "Can I see it?" "I don't know. I'm not sure I'm ready." "Hey, dude. That's okay. I'll leave you alone if you want," Chad said. "No, don't go away. I really like having you hold me. It makes me feel good. Like I am safe. Like I'm a man. It's kind of like we were supposed to be together." Chad rolled over and draped his arm over my chest and his leg over me crotch. I could feel his hard dick poking into my hip and my hard dick poking his leg. I felt warm and content. We stayed that way for a long time. "Do you really think I have a good body?" I asked. "Shit, yes! You're going to grow into a real stud. I wish I looked as good as you." I looked up at his eyes. He was sincere. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him closer. Soon we broke our hug and my moment of truth came. My dick had softened enough that I had the confidence to expose myself freely to my cousin. Slowly I lfted the sheet away from my body and extricated my legs from its folds. It wasn't so bad. Of course I closed my eyes so I'm not sure if my cousin was looking, or laughing, or what. I don't know, but I'd never felt like this before. It was a kind of freedom, as if some heavy object had been lifted from my shoulders. I think I liked being naked in front of my cousin. "You go, Boy! God, you're hot, Japer. I'm so glad we have a whole summer together." Chad always knew what to say to make me feel better. Chapter Four -- We grow comfortable together We fell asleep for an hour or so, our nude bodies entangled with each other. I awoke first, again with a boner. This time I didn't try to hide it. If my cousin woke up and saw me, so what. Heck, we're both teen boys, and everybody knows that teen boys spend half the day hard. I tried not to wake Chad. I examined him as he slept. His balls sagged in their loose pouch resting on his thigh as he lay on his side. His dick wouldn't stay still. For a minute it looked like it was getting hard, and then it would relax and shrink smaller again. Again it began to harden and again it shrank. A third time it hardened, but this time it didn't shrink. It continued to grow until it was as large as I had seen it before. Chad, still asleep, rolled over onto his back and moved his hand down to his throbbing cock. He gently caressed the underside, his fingers tracing a line from the head to his loose ball sack. The blonde boy brought his other hand down to this forbidden area and cupped his balls. He grabbed the shaft in his right hand and began to slowly pull up and down on the pulsating meat. His dick head grew darker and a long silvery thread of liquid emerged from the piss slit and dripped onto the tight muscles of his abdomen. I heard Chad's breathing growing louder and saw his body tense up, arching his back and thrusting his pelvis slightly upward. I marveled at the ripples of his stomach muscles and soft shadows cast by his defined thigh muscles. A quick intake of air caused me to look up into my cousin's face. His eyes were open. "Oops. You caught me," he said, his face reddening. "Oh well, I expect this won't be the last time you see me beating off in my sleep. I have some great dreams. Somtimes I wish my imagination wasn't so overpowering." "I'm sorry," I said. "I haven't really been watching a long time. If you want, you can look at my dick. I've got a stiffy, too." I couldn't believe I wasn't hiding myself. I guess I didn't want my cousin to feel embarassed that I saw him hard. "Look at that thing! Shit, it's almost as long as mine is and you're so much younger than me. Damn when you get to be my age, it'll be a monster!" I beamed up my cousin. I knew he was saying that just to make me feel better, and it felt good to know he cared about me. I didn't think I would ever hide anything from him again. "Dude! Look at the time. We'd better get dressed and into town if we're going to get a video for tonight." Chad and I got out of bed and got dressed quickly. We grabbed some money from the stash my aunt had left and got onto our mountain bikes for the five mile trip into town. As we approached a Y in the road, Chad pointed to the right fork. "That goes to the part of the lake where all those people we saw earlier park their cars." By the time we had ridden into town and back, there was just enough time for dinner and another hour of scraping before it was too dark to work. We had accomplished quite a bit during the day. All of the south side of the house, except for under the eves had been scraped and was ready for priming. Chad took a shower while I put away the scrapers and cleaned up the dinner dishes. We had nuked some Frozen pizza so there wasn't that much to do. I put our dishes from the day's meals into the dishwasher and cleaned off the counters. By the time I was finished, Chad had emerged from the shower and was toweling off in the kitchen, keeping me company. He had that clean, soapy smell; even today, every time I smell that aroma, I think of my cousin drying himself in the kitchen. After my shower, I came out of the bedroom drying myself, just like my cousin had done. It felt so neat, being able to wander around the unfamiliar house without worrying that somebody would see me naked. The dark of night had finally fallen at about 9:30. Chad and I went and sat outside on the deck. The lights in the house were off and the stars shown in the sky brighter than I had ever seen them. We were quiet for a while, listening to the sounds of the night; crickets chirped, a light wind rustled the leaves in the forest surrounding us, and I could hear the hooting of an owl off to my right. I had never felt so content in my life. Chad broke the silence. "This is my favorite time of day. All winter long I think about the warm evenings sitting on this deck. I think hot, humid days are worth it, just to be able to cool down like this." More silence. When we heard the fluttering of wings as the owl moved off farther into the woods, we bagan our plans for the following day. If it was sunny we would grab ladders and scrape the under the eves of the house. We figured it would take a long time since we would have to constantly move up and down to move the ladders. Of course, we would take time out to swim. Chad promised me he wouldn't rip off my boxers anymore. It was after ten o'clock when we returned to the house to watch the movie we had rented. Chad went into our room and brought out pillows as I put some popcorn into the microwave. Chad poured us some Pepsis and we finally sat down on the floor to watch Meteor Man. It was a pretty lame movie, but Chad and I laughed our asses off. The two of us spent the evening naked, lying on the livingroom floor; the funny thing was that I hardly even thought about my nudity. As the evening cooled, though, Chad and I found ourselves close together. Eventually, I rested my head on his chest and watched the movie as he stroked my hair. It was almost midnight when we got to bed. I didn't worry about putting on my boxers. I figured the my cousin wouldn't mind if I spent the rest of the summer naked. As I tried to sleep, I reviewed the events of the day. I don't think I had ever been so happy. With my cousin lying in his bed, breathing deeply I felt safe and secure. I don't think anybody in the world knew the real me except my cousin. I fell asleep anticipating the new day. Chapter Five --I learn new things It was almost nine when I woke up on Monday morning. As usual, my stiffy was screaming to release a gallon of piss. As I got out of bed I glanced over at Chad. His eyes were open and he was looking over at me. "Morning, Jase. Wow, are you happy to see me or are you like that all the time?" My immediate reaction was to cover myself, embarassed that he had seen me. But things were different now. After all, I was a teen boy and it was only natural to have a hardon in the morning, wasn't it? I released my hands from my straining cock and it snapped up and slapped my stomach, bobbing almost straight up. "I'm sure it's only half the size of that tent pole in your bed," I laughed. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth while waiting for my throbbing erection to go down. The running water did nothing to ease the burden on my strained bladder. It was quite a relief to finally let loose a massive stream. I shook the last drops from my dick and flushed. Entering my room I saw Chad with his back to me lying with his face to the wall. I figured that it was only fair that I scare the shit out of him this time. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking at least two octaves, and jumped on top of his startled body. "Shit, Japer, you scared the fuck out of me!" "Hey, it's only fair. I almost pissed in the bed when you did it to me yesterday. Maybe if I tickle you, you'll pee in your bed." With that I started probing and poking his ribs. We struggled together for a few minutes before I collapsed exhausted on top of my poor cousin's body. His bed clothes had fallen to the floor and I could feel the warmth of his erection poking into my stomach. My dick suddenly began growing again and my half-hard cock pushed into his leg. "Fuck, I gotta piss!" The boy under me threw me off of him as he got up. His dick, too, was sticking up into the air as he made his way to the bathroom. As he was getting ready, I made my way to the kitchen to begin work on breakfast. I wasn't as brave as he was so I decided that frying bacon was out of the question in my state of dress. Instead I found some frozen waffles and popped them into the toaster. I got the cereal, milk, and juice ready. Several minutes later Chad emerged from the room and helped me finish preparing breakfast. We ate out on the deck and I marveled at the warmth of the morning sun on my body. Looking down at my hairless legs and the relaxed, sagging ball sack hanging between them, I noticed with amusement that the sun sparkled as it reflected off my sparse patch of blonde pubic hairs. I really liked being a nudist. But we had work to do and after clearing the dishes we grabbed our shorts and painters caps and went to the garage to get our equipment. We dragged out two step ladders and our scrapers and got to work. The morning passed quickly as Chad and I worked up a heavy sweat, scraping the old paint off the eves. By lunch we had finished two thirds the length of the south side of the house. After stripping down and helping each other brush the paint chips off our bodies, we entered the cool house for lunch. We must have drunk a gallon of lemonade each; the sweat we had built up had drained us of water. After lunch Chad brought out towels. I wasn't too keen on going down to the lake without clothes on, but my cousin convinced me that we wouldn't run into anybody. "Besides, if we do, it'll only be the nudists down by the lake." It felt weird walking through the woods nude. My dick and balls swayed and bobbed with each step. Soon we were at the beach, sheltered to our left by a giant boulder and a point of land to our right. I didn't feel too uncomfortable because of this shelter. I'm sure I wasn't brave enough to venture out where I could be seen by others. Chad and I spent the afternoon swimming and soaking up the sun. My cousin began to worry that I might become sunburned so he went up to the canoe at the edge of the woods and brought back a bottle of sunscreen. He made me put it on all over, but told me I should really concentrate on my crotch. "I know from experience. Don't let your balls get burnt. It is annoying as hell. You can't even walk without pain," he laughed. I took has advice and poured liberal doses of the SPF 30 lotion onto my privates. Of course, as I rubbed it in I got a stiffy. I looked around nervously but nobody but my cousin was around so I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling as I rubbed the oil into the smooth skin of my dick and balls. Chad took care of my backside. At first I grew excited by his touch as he massaged the lotion onto my skin. With small circular motions he began at my shoulders and upper back. He changed to smoother long strokes down my back and sides. Finally he concentrated on my ass and thighs. I could feel his hands gently kneading the muscles as they smoothed the lotion all around my ass cheeks, including inside the crack. As he moved down to the inside of my thighs, his fingers accidentally touched my balls. I shivered as a wave of pleasured coursed through my body. It was one of those lazy afternoons when the air is too hot to do any work. Every twenty minutes or so we would jump up and run into the water to rough house. Chad and I worked on his butterfly stroke some more, be he ws still hopeless. He could really get me laughing sometimes. That evening we decided not to get a movie. The Red Sox were on the tube playing a game out in Seattle. My cousin is a big baseball fan and he was looking forward to the Clemens/Griffey matchup. I'm not as interested in baseball so Chad began the game by giving a play-by-play, explaining the strategy of the game. I never realized how much action goes on in every pitch. All the players are in constant motion. Chad likes to pretend he's dumb, but as he explained the game, I came to see how smart he really was. He actually made baseball enjoyable. Of course, I was just happy to be with him, knowing that this would be our last night alone for a while. As the innings progressed, I began to watch Chad more and more. He was never ashamed of his body. As he lounged on the floor with his head on his pillow, his right hand moved down and began massage his limp dick. Soon it grew to its full size. I couldn't keep my eyes off his movements. "Ack! I forgot you were even here. That shows you how comfortable I am with you. Don't mind me. I haven't beat off since before you got here. that's a new record for me. Fuck, I'm horny!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My friends say that only losers play with themselves. Of course, Mr. McClain, my health teacher said that all boys masturbate. I know I've rubbed my cock sometimes in the morning, but I've never done it for too long. I don't want to be a loser. As the night grew later Chad concentrated less on the game and more and more on pumping his woody. I was fascinated as I watched him. While his right hand worked up and down on the shaft, his left hand alternated between playing with his balls and lightly massaging his belly and tits with a feathery touch. I watched as he increased the tempo of his strokes. His breath became labored, as if he was running a marathon. Suddenly I saw his body tense. He arched his back and lifted his ass from the ground. His toes curled and a pained expression covered my cousin's face. In a few seconds Chad's dick shot a load of white liquid which flew up and landed on his chest. A second spurt came to rest just below the first deposit. Several more shots of cream emerged before Chad finally collapsed back down on the carpet, exhausted. I couldn't speak. I had never seen anything like that display. I suddenly noticed that my own dick was rock hard and making little jumping movements on my belly. A few mintues later Chad went to the bathroom to clean himself off. Soon he returned and laid down next to me. "Shit, that was a good one. It felt neat knowing you were watching me! I'm sorry if I offended you. I really needed to let it out, though. Hell, we'll be together all summer and it was only a matter of time before I did this in front of you." "How often do you do this, Chad," I asked. "Well, before you got here, I guess it was once or twice a day. Sometimes more. How often do you beat your meat?" "I've never tried it," I answered truthfully. "My friends say only losers do it." A frown came over my cousin's face. "So you think I'm a loser?" "Oh, no! I'd never think that. It's just, well, they say they never do it." "Jase, there are two types of boys in the world. Those who beat off and those who lie," he laughed. "Well, I've never done it," I admitted. "I'm sure that will change soon," Chad replied with a smile. "Hell, it feels too good not to do it. So, I guess you don't know if you can come yet or not." "I don't think I can cream yet. Mr. McClain says that when boys begin making sperm they have wet dreams. Luckily I haven't done that yet. I don't know what Mom would say if she had to cleam up my messed sheets." "Dude, that's another reason for you to start beating off. It'll keep you from having wet dreams. I don't know, though. The dreams I've had have been radical!" We laughed at this. "Chad, um, do you think maybe you can teach me how to do it?" "Japer, there's really nothing to it. You just start rubbing and thinking sexy thoughts and your hands will know just what to do. Fuck, I'm getting horny again just talking about this. Wanna do it with me this time?" "Well, if you're going to do it again, I'll give it a try," I said. We lay on the floor, inches apart. I could feel the warmth of Chad's body to my left. I watched as he reached down and began to gently rub his hardening cock. I did the same to my already throbbing member. All I had to do was think sexy thoughts. The only thoughts in my mind were about my cousin, lying within reach of me. There we were, Chad with his six inches in hand, beating steadily and I with my massive four inches trying to time my strokes with his. Just as Chad had said, my hands did figure out what to do. I found my left hand roving up and down my body, playing with my tits and balls. My right hand pumped up and down, pausing now and then to tickle the tender underside of my pink virgin dick head. My strokes increased in tempo and both Chad and I began breathing harder. Suddenly I felt a strange feeling as my balls tighted within their sack. I noticed my sexy cousin had increased the speed of his pumping, too. I almost cried out when I felt the tingling of my first orgasm. It was kind of like I had to piss really bad, but it seemed to come from all over my body. A small drop of liquid emerged from my piss slit and I collapsed, completely exhausted and sweaty. I had never felt anything as good as that in my life! I looked over at my cousin and saw him orgasm. This time there was nowhere near as much cream, but the intensity seemed even greater, judging from the look on his face. Chad smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. "Dude, welcome to the club. Now you know! Isn't it awesome?" "Chad, I can hardly speak," I panted. "I think I found a new hobby!" I reached over to give my cousin a quick hug, forgetting that he was covered by a sticky mess. "Let's get cleaned up and get to bed, Jase. We have all summer to play, and I plan to show you some really awesome stuff. Wait 'til we do it outside in the sun!" I fell asleep right away that night. It was an exhausting day, but I had learned a lot. I was looking forward to the rest of the summer. I was really lucky to get to spend the time in Wilmington rather than doing the same old shit in Springfield.