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 6 -- Fun in the Sun Tuesday morning. Our last day alone together before Chad's mom came home from her buying trip. We were determined to make the most of it in work and in play. Of course, we had to clean the house thoroughly; my aunt is a neat freak. We also had to make sure that the scraping had progressed enough to satisfy her that we had been working hard. We made our plans as we sat nude on the deck, eating our breakfast in the hot morning sun. "Mom said she was getting home about nine o'clock. So, we spend the morning working hard. We should try to finish scraping this side of the house today. That might take some extra work. We'll spend whatever's left of the afternoon down by the lake and start cleaning the house about five. Sometime in there we'll eat dinner and by the time Mom's home, the house will be perfect!" "Sounds like a plan," I said as I absent-mindedly scratched my hairless pink balls hanging low in the summer heat. "Hey, at least you can wait until this afternoon at the lake!" Chad laughed as he pointed in the direction of my crotch. Fuck, I couldn't believe how easy it had been for me to relax so much with my cousin. That shy little me of a week ago could feel so normal sitting naked in the morning sun this week. The day was humid as well as hot. I think I probably lost five pounds as we scraped. Every half hour we would stop to drink from the hose and to wash the sweat off our bodies. We took turns spraying each front and back, head to toe. We didn't bother taking off our shorts; they were already wet from the sweat pouring off our bodies. As I sprayed Chad, I remember thinking how sexy he looked as the loose shorts would cling to his body, showing the outline of his dick and balls hidden in the folds of the baggy nylon. Not much was left to the imagination. I could see every contour. Even the ridge of his circusized dick head was visible. The morning proceded slowly because the heat and humidity made the work so hard. It wasn't until after one o'clock that we finished scraping the entire south side. Looking over our work, we decided that Chad's Mom would approve of the job we had done. If the weather was nice, we would be ready to paint the following day. We put away our scapers and the ladder, hung our painters caps in the garage, and returned outside to rake the paint chips off the grass. The old paint almost filled an entire large plastic garbage bag. After we finished that, we turned the hose on ourselves again, this time removing our shorts after we sprayed the chips off of them. Naked, we sat in the shade of a maple tree waiting until we were dry before we made our way to the kitchen. It was too hot to eat a big meal for lunch. Instead, sat outside in the shade, drank a gallon of lemonade between the two of us, and munched on a bag of doritos. The sugar and water rejuvenated us just enough to make our way down the path to the lake. It was one of those days, though, where the heat and humidity made us want to move as slowly as possible. By the time we got to the lake, we were covered in sweat from just the quarter mile walk through the woods. We immediately plunged into the water and swam to the bottom, seeking the cooler water below. After about a half hour of resting in the water with none of our usual horseplay, we were cool enough to emerge and lie on our backs in the sun on shore. I looked at Chad's naked body lying on the towel next to me. Tanned from head to foot, he was everything I hoped I would be in a year. His penis had that small dense bush of blond hair and I had almost nothing. He was over five inches, even after being submerged in cold water, and I was lucky to have four fully erect. His shrunken balls, tight against his body in their wrinkled sack, were twice the size of my tiny pair of peanuts. Chad looked into my eyes. "Yo, Japer. Don't worry about it so much. You're going to be huge. You're larger than I was. Besides, I like you just as you are. You're fucking hot." I think I fell deeply in love with my cousin then and there. I hadn't said a thing, and yet he knew exactly what I was thinking. I turned onto my left side, threw my right arm over his chest and pulled him to me, hugging him close. The moment only lasted a few seconds, though. "What was that for?" Chad asked with a smile once we were separate again. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I'm glad we're together this summer." "Not half as glad as I am," replied my cousin. The moment passed as quickly as it came. We spent the afternoon swimming and lying in the sun, mostly swimming to overcome the heat. As late afternoon approached, Chad began to play with himself again. This time, I wasn't as shy about joining him. "This is my favorite place to jack off," Chad said. "The sun feels so awsome. See how it makes my balls so saggy. I like it when they hang low like this. They're fun to play with. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's a beautiful day for a ballgame!" It was so like my cousin to provide me with a play-by-play of his masturbatory techniques. It was almost like his baseball commentary last night. He was so goofy; I couldn't help but abandon my own penis and laugh with each of his utterances. "The left one seems to be hanging mighty low today. Of course, this season, it's been the most consistent on the team. Day in and day out, Lefty has done his job without complaint, even in those difficult double-headers. "Of course, Righty has always hung in there as well. But, my vote for most valuable player has to go to Dick. He's never failed to rise to the occasion." Chad continued on in this way for the longest time. He started with baseball metaphors but soon just described what he was feeling. And all the time, he focused my attention on his teen dick and balls. "I like it when my dick gets hard and the sun beats down on the underside up near the head. That's the most sensitive spot. It feels so good and warm. I wish it could last forever." Chad was stroking his cock with just his fingertips and then he was waving it as if he was trying to collect more sun on that sensitive area. I watched him, enthralled. "And now I'm stroking it gently. It makes me kindof shiver. And look! Here's the precum. Right on schedule." he stopped stroking for a second and put his forefinger to the small drop of liquid that had emerged from his piss slit. He pulled his finger back, creating a long string. "Look at it sparkle in the sun. It's so cool!" And then he started stroking again. He wrapped his hands around the dick and pulled up all the way until his purple dickhead disappeared inside his fist. Then he stroked down, releasing the fist and hooking his fingertips under the ballsac and rolling it. Then up again. "I like to start slow. I want it to last forever." He continued his stroking. "And now I am starting to feel it so I stroke a little faster. And my balls start to tingle. Any time now and they will pull up next to my body." I watched as his hairless balls began to move up and down and pull into his body. Soon they were tight and showed the wrinkles of full contraction. Chad's strokes became faster still. "I am really feeling it now. If I time it right I can go right to the edge and then slow down and then bring myself to the edge again." There was my cousin, lying on his back, racing his hand up and down his shaft. The late afternoon sun shone on the lake and bathed us in direct and reflected light. I watched the muscles of his body glistening in the heat. The contours of his hard, muscled teen body were accentuated by the shadows created by the sun. It was a remarkable image. Chad's breathing grew deeper and more rapid. He had trouble speaking now, but continued to describe what he was feeling. "I'm feeling it now. Tingles all over my body; behind my shoulder blades; on the soles of my feet; in my neck; in my belly. Fuck! It's coming now. Fuck!" I watched as the first squirt shot from the slit at the end of his dick and landed on his stomach. Then another, and finally a few more dribbles came out and mixed with the small patch of blond pubic hair. "That was fucking great!" Chad said after he had caught his breath. "It's amazing to do it knowing that you are watching. It made it even better. Thanks!" Sometimes I just couldn't understand my cousin. He spent his time teaching me about all this shit, and then when he was done, he thanked me. We swam one more time before heading up to the house. we still had to do major cleaning before Aunt Leslie got home at nine. Neither of us bothered to put on clothes as we did the cleaning. I took care of the kitchen while Chad vacuumed. I remember he told me that he should do that job because, "vacuuming sucks!" Together we dusted and and straightened up the rest of the house. By seven-thirty we had done a pretty good job so we decided to fix a couple of frozen dinners and watch Home Improvement reruns on the tube. By eight-fifteen, with dinner out of the way and the dishes done, we reluctantly retired to our room to take quick showers and dress. My introduction to nudism had come to an end. Chad's mom was prompt. Not more than two minutes after nine we heard the roar of an engine and the sound of tires on gravel. She was home. "Hello, boys! How was the weekend. Did you have any problems?" The house filled with nervous energy as Chad's mom brought in her bags and began to look around the house, making sure it was still in one piece. She even went outside to inspect our work. "You boys have certainly been busy! I expected to find the house a mess. And I expected that the south side would only be partially scraped. You've done a great job. I hope you did take some time out for play." We assured her that we hadn't overexerted ourselves. "Oh, by the way, Chad. I ran into the Pearsons as I was driving in. Todd was so excited, he wanted to come over tonight to see you. I told him to wait until tomorrow morning." Chad explained to me that the Pearsons were from Boston and had a summer house about a half mile away. Mr. Pearson worked all week and only showed up on the weekends. Mrs. Pearson often came up from the city during the week, bringing Todd with her. Todd Pearson was their only child, eleven years old. "You'll really like the kid. He's kinda hyper, but he's funny. Until you came along, he was the closest person to my age for miles around." Fuck. My ideal summer with my cousin was about to be ruined by a third party. Not only that, but a kid, two years younger than I was. I didn't say much more that evening. we got ready for bed. After undressing,I climbed onto my bed, naked, but didn't get under the sheets. It was way too hot for that. Chad came over and sat next to me. I looked up into his eyes. "It'll be neat. You'll see, Jase. He's a neat kid. Besides, nothing's ever going to replace you and me together." He bent over and hugged me. "Remember, you and me together." He always knew the right things to say to me. ----- This particular chapter, in fact most of the story, does not contain explicit sex. If that's why you're reading it, you will be disappointed. On the other hand, I have tried to capture the emotions of the time when I finally realized who and what I am. Sometimes this includes descriptions that go beyond a PG13 rating. The following story happened to me two summers ago 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! :) Okay... This is your last chance. Don't go any farther if gay boys offend you. Don't say you weren't warned. Jason in Vermont ----- Chapter 7 -- Three's a Crowd I slept fitfully that night. I am not sure if it was the heat, or the thunder in the distance, or if it was because so much was happening in my life so fast. Everytime I woke up, I would look over at my cousin. He seemed so peaceful in the shadows of the night compared to my restless struggling to find a comfortable position amongst the sweat-soaked sheets on my bed. Chad was so natural in everything he did and I wanted so much to be like him. And my cousin was so good to include me and make me feel needed in his life. But, there was that secret which, if he ever found out, would destroy everything we had together. I didn't like having to keep things from him, but that's what you have to do when you're gay. I just couldn't risk having Chad hate me. And then there was this kid coming over tomorrow. I had learned so much from my cousin during our first five days together and he had made me feel so confortable about myself. But now that was going to end with this neighbor kid who was certain to come between us. I guess I had been stupid to think the whole summer would be like the first five days. Outside, the wind began to stir the trees and the thunder grew louder. Lightning began to illuminate the room occasionally as the storm came closer. Finally I heard the pounding of the heavy rain outside the window. As the storm disappeared into the distance, the air grew cooler and I fell into a deep sleep. ------- Wham! The bedroom door slammed open. I opened my eyes only to be blinded by the sun streaming through the windows. "Chad, you awake yet?" I looked in the direction of the loud, high pitched query. Standing in the doorway was a very strange site. In my half awake state, it looked like a Munchkin, from the Land of Oz, had somehow found its way onto the streets of South Central. The vision clomped over to my cousin's bed. "Chad, you awake yet? Your mom said it was okay for me to come in and wake you." I was able to focus a bit better now. It was a boy, dressed almost completely in black. Huge Doc Martins on his feet, the baggiest black jeans I have ever seen, a long black Raiders warmup jacket over an Orlando Magic muscle shirt, topped by a black wool ski cap. Peeking out from the folds of all this oversized clothing was the small, pink face of a boy, not more than eleven years old. "C'mon Chad. Wake up! It's time to get up," whined the high-pitched voice. My cousin turned over under his sheets. He opened his eyes a crack, closed them, and then opened them just a bit wider. "Oh it's you Todd. Morning. What time is it?" Chad closed his eyes again. "It's after eight. Your mom said to wait until after eight to wake you." Fucking eight o'clock in the morning. I couldn't believe we had been awakened so early, especially since I had gotten so little sleep the night before. This was not a good start. "C'mon, get up!" That voice! I was ready to strangle the kid. Chad opened his eyes again and looked up at the black-clad youth standing over him. "Okay, Okay. I'm awake." Chad shook his head. His usual, goofy grin returned to his face. "Hiya, Todd! You've grown since last summer. What's that you're wearing? Looks like you could hide another kid in there," he laughed, poking at the boy. "It's my new clothes. I'm gonna join a gang in Boston when I go back. D'ya belong to a gang here? Mom and I bought these clothes right after school was out. She told me not to wear them here, but I had to show you. Are you gonna get out of bed?" This kid talked a mile a minute. Did he ever shut up? "C'mon, get out of bed. Let's do some stuff." "Okay, Okay. Hold your horses, Todderoooski," Chad laughed. He pulled back the sheets and brought his legs down to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. As usual, his smooth young cock was at full erection. He didn't seem to notice. Instead, my cousin stretched and yawned. The kid beside his bed seemed to notice, though. "Wow, Chad! Your dick is huge! How'd it get so big since last year? And when did you get all that hair on it? Do you suppose I'll go through puberty soon?" "Hold on, Todd. Wait a minute. I gotta take a leak. Talk to Jason while I am in the bathroom." Chad pointed in my direction and for the first time, the tiny gangster wannabe noticed my presence. Chad got up and walked to the bathroom, his woody bouncing with every step. Todd didn't seem to notice, though. Instead he made his way over to my bed. Fuck, now I was a babysitter to the kid. "Hiya. I'm Todd. I'm from Boston. Where you from? How old are you? You spending the whole summer here?" The kid went on and on. I tried to answer his questions, but he just kept talking. Finally Chad came back into the room, much to my relief. "Yo. Todder. C'mon. You must be hot. Take the coat off at least." Chad walked to the dresser and put on some boxers while Todd removed his Raiders jacket to reveal a skinny body lost in the folds of the oversized tank top and levis. A black leather webbed belt was cinched tightly around his waist, keeping the pants from falling to the floor. He removed the wool ski cap to reveal a head of fine reddish blond hair, fairly long and cut in a bowl shape. "Let's go get some breakfast, Todd. Jason, you coming?" Chad looked over at me with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, you guys go ahead. I'll be in in a few minutes." The two went out the door together, leaving me alone. Fuck, I hoped the rest of the summer didn't turn out to be like this. We had breakfast on the deck, Todd somehow managing to put food into his mouth between questions and comments. Even though Aunt Leslie had gone into town for the day, I guess Chad felt his mother was too close to go the nudist routine. I was kind of glad, though. It was something Chad and I shared together and I didn't want this third person horning in. After the dishes it was time to get to the painting. Of course, Todd volunteered to help. So, when we went to the bedroom to change, we had to find something for the kid to wear. We went through Chad's dresser until we found an old pair of soccer shorts that might fit. The boy took off his Orlando Magic shirt and then loosened his belt. His baggy pants fell to the floor with a plop. The pale, skinny 11 year old stood there in just his red boxers; they, too, were oversized. With a quick motion, he dropped those, too, to the pile on the floor. And there stood Todd, stark naked, without a bit of embarassment. He was skinny and I could count his ribs and identify the bony points of his hips. His skin was almost transluscent; I could see blood vessels below the surface. And then there was his penis. It was tiny, not more than an inch and a half long. The minute, circumsized cockhead was almost blue in color. His balls were tucked tight against his body, tiny peas in a wrinkled sack. And there was not a hair that I could see anywhere on his body. And I thought I was underdeveloped! "Do you think it's any bigger, Chad? I think I might be starting puberty. See, there's a hair that's starting to grow," the boy pointed to what appeared to be a hairless pubic area. Chad peered closely at the indicated spot."Yeah, maybe there's a hair beginning to grow. But don't worry about it, dude. It'll come with time. You can't force it," Chad replied. "Here, try on these shorts. Maybe they'll fit." The boy pulled on the dark blue Umbros. He looked ridiculous, almost lost in the nylon fabric. He couldn't let go of the waistband because it just slipped past his bony hips and the shorts fell to the floor. Finally, he grabbed his web belt and cinched the shorts tightly to his waist. That seemed to do. At least they didn't fall to floor. During all this, I was changing into my painting shorts. In spite of the lessons I had learned from my cousin, I was still not very comfortable changing in front of this stranger. I quickly tugged down my boxers and just as quickly tried to step into my painting shorts. All was not successful, though, as I tripped on the shorts, stumbled and fell to the floor. The boys looked over at me, struggling to the floor to try to pull up the shorts. They laughed. I turned red, partially with embarassment, but mostly with anger. I wanted to say something, but held my tongue. I finished pulling up the shorts in silence. The painting went much slower than we had planned. The first hour was spent just in preparation, arranging the drop cloths and mixing the paint. Then we found the dry clapboards just soaked up the primer. It looked almost like we hadn't even painted yet. What really slowed us down, though, was Todd. He began the morning by spending all his time tugging at his shorts, trying to keep them up. First part of the waist would fall below the tight belt and slowly the rest would begin to unravel. Soon the shorts would fall to the ground and the kid would have to stop and pull them back up, re-cenching the belt. After the third time this happened, Todd finally gave up and left the shorts off. He spent the morning clothed only by the black leather belt around his waist. It was comical. I was surprised at how at ease he was in his nudity. As he painted his little penis wiggled. His balls, warmed by the morning sun sagged in their tiny sack. When he stopped so Chad could put sun block over his body, he didn't seem the least embarassed as my cousin spread the oil over that part of his body. Shit, I was totally embarassed for him. I thought I was tiny! I think if my penis was that small, I would never allow anybody to see it. As we worked, Todd became more relaxed and talked less, much to my relief. As the morning wore on, I realized that he wasn't such a little kid, after all. A year and a half younger then me, we even seemed to have some things in common. He didn't like his mother bossing him around and trying to choose friends for him. He spent his winters skiing on a team in Westford, Massachusetts. He was even a Phish Head. But probably the thing that brought me closer to him was when he started talking about some of the things his friends would say to him. He complained that they kidded him by his tiny penis. He complained that all his friends were going through puberty except him. I knew the complaints well. My heart went out to him. And Chad, as usual, set things right for him. I was so proud of my cousin explaining things in simple terms about how the boy should be proud of his body, how puberty would come, and how he should have fun being just what he was. We lost track of time and were brought back to reality when we heard the roar of Aunt Leslie's truck coming down the track through the woods. "Shit! It's your Mom," screamed Todd. The skinny boy raced around the yard looking for his shorts which were lost somewhere among the drop cloths. As the sound of the vehicle grew louder, Todd became more animated. Finally he threw up his hands in frustration, bounded up onto the deck and into the house. We heard the old cargo truck pulled into the driveway just as Todd's naked white ass disappeared through the door. The engine stopped, the truck's door slammed, and Aunt Leslie emerged around the side of the house. "I thought you boys might be hungry. I brought some burgers home for lunch. Clean yourselves up and they'll be waiting for you on the deck. Did Todd go home?" Todd emerged from the house, dressed again in his gangster outfit. We ate in the warm sunshine and after Aunt Leslie left, we resumed our work and continued throughout the afternoon. Todd didn't bother putting on his painting outfit, though. He just stripped there in the yard, carefully placing his clothes in a pile where he could find them this time. The work progressed slowly and by our agreed quitting time of four o'clock, barely half the south side of the house was primed. We cleaned the paint off the brushes and ourselves with mineral spirits. We then raced down the path through woods to the lake, Chad and I in our shorts, and Todd running along ahead in nothing at all. With a war whoop, we emerged from the woods and jumped into the water to wash off the gunk from our bodies. It was cold and we could only last a minute or two in the water before we emerged to dry off. Shivering in the cool afternoon sunlight, we toweled ourselves dry. Todd's skin was almost blue from the cold, his little nipples purple and erect, and his tiny genitals contracted tight agains his body. I've never imagined anything as tiny. Bundled in our towels we made our way back home. Todd, after dressing, made his way home, leaving Chad and me to take warm showers and dress before my aunt returned. That night, as we lay in bed we talked about Todd. "You were really good putting up with him today, Jase," my cousin said. "He just needs confidence in himself." "Well, I have to admit I couldn't stand him at first. But you were right as usual. He's a great kid when he's not hyper." I heard the Chad's bed springs squeak and made out my cousin's naked body cross the gap between our beds. "Can I get in with you? I want to give you a hug. We haven't been alone all day until now. I've missed being with just you." I lifted the sheets and felt his warm body wrap itself around mine. He held me tight for a minute before speaking. "Thanks, Japer. I promise we'll get time together for just the two of us." After he returned to his bed I wondered what he would ever do to me if he found out my secret. I did my best to shove that thought out of my mind and mananaged to fall into a dreamless sleep. Chapter Eight -- The Rains Come Thursday morning broke cool and clear. Somehow during the night I had managed to kick off all my covers and I found myself curled into a little ball, shivering in the cold morning air. I looked over at Chad and saw him on his side with the covers pulled up to his chin. He was awake and staring at me with his big goofy grin. "It's 'bout time you woke up. Shit, you looked funny shivering there in the cold." "At least you could have pulled the blankets up around me so I wouldn't freeze," I said, pretending to be angry at him. "What? There's no fucking way I'd leave my warm bed to help you, squirt. It's too cold out there. Besides, I wanted to see if you would wake up first or freeze to death first!" "Fuck you!" I lunged from my bed with a high pitched scream. I sailed across the eight feet dividing our two beds and snatched the blankets from his warm body. Of course, just like me, Chad sported a raging boner. I fell onto him, moving my icy hands all over his neck, sides, and stomach. He fought in vain; no matter which way he turned, I was able to chill yet another part of his body with my cold hands. "Okay, Okay! I give!" Chad's voice squeeked from high to low as he screamed at me. "Next time I'll wake you up! I promise!" I know he could have picked me up and thrown me across the room, but I appreciated my cousin for allowing me to win this round. Out of breath and panting, I collapsed on the bed beside him. Chad pulled the blankets up over our two bodies. "Now I have to get warm all over again," he said. Chad snuggled closer to me and pulled me into his body. I was on my back and my cousin was on his side facing me. He draped his hairless leg over my stomach and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and chest. I could feel the underside of his stiff prick sticking into my hip. The fuzziness of his small patch of pubic hair tickled me. His breathing was steady and I felt the hair on the top of my head move with every exhalation. Having Chad holding me like that made me feel funny inside. I was comfortable and at the same time I was shaky from the thrill of having my buff cousin so close. I felt safe and loved, but I was also nervous that Chad would discover that the closeness of his body was making me horny. I didn't care if I was gay or not, but I didn't want my cousin to hate me because of it. It felt so good, though. It was all I could do to keep from pumping my woody into the muscles of his lower leg draped down my belly and resting alongside the shaft. We lay like that for what seemed like an hour. Eventually Chad stirred. "Fuck, I gotta piss." He crawled over me and got out of the bed. He stood up alongside me and raised his arms high over his head, stretching them as he loudly yawned. He grinned down at me when his voice cracked. God, his body looked like those drawings of the Greek athletes I used to look at in the encyclopedia; I still can't get that picture of my cousin out of my head. The morning light streaming through the windows emphasized Chad's youthful muscles, casting shadows on his smooth, tanned skin. The long muscles of his biceps and triceps trailed down to form hairless armpits which were several shades lighter than the rest of his tanned body. I could see his chest muscles rising and falling in time with his breathing. The abs were slightly rippled and formed a v-shape which trailed down to the small patch of blond hair sparkling in the sunlight. What really got my attention was my cousin's stiffy pointing almost straight up to the ceiling, pulling just slightly to the right. The pink underside of the shaft was almost transluscent and I could see pulsing red and blue veins just under the skin's surface. The upside-down V where his shaft met the purplish dick-head led up to his piss-slit which had a small drop of clear liquid balancing and sparkling in the light. Chad's pink, hairless balls were loose and sagging, the right one slightly lower than the left. As I watched, they played a chase game moving up and down in their ball sack. The right one never seemd to be able to move up far enough to catch its mate. At that moment, I think I realized how much I really loved my cousin. It wasn't just a physical thing. Anybody else in the world, in total embarassment would have hidden himself from my view. Instead, the boy stood there, sharing the intimate details of his body with me, never caring about what I would think. That simple stretch told me that we could do or say anything with each other. Of course, there was that one thing I could never tell him. If he knew that I thought I might be gay, he would he would hate me. Until I grew out of this phase of my life, I would just have to keep that a secret from him. The moment ended and he shuffled off to the bathroom, scratching the round muscles of his ass. I heard the water in the sink run and the sound of my cousin brushing his teeth. Eventually I heard him piss. As he emerged from the bathroom, I got out of bed to take care of my morning preparations. It felt so good not having to cover myself or worry that he saw my raging four-incher waving a morning greeting as I walked past him to the bathroom. We dressed and ate breakfast in the sun. Chad's mom had left us a note telling us to work hard all day because the weatherman was forecasting a few days of rain. She would be in Bennington and wouldn't return until dinner. Todd came over just as we were finishing our breatfast. This time he was dressed more normally, and he brought some work clothes to change into; slightly oversized basketball shorts and a faded Boston Celtics tee shirt. With bad weather on the way, we set decided that finishing the priming of the south side of the house would be our goal for the day. Todd seemed to be a different boy today. He was much more serious, less hyper, and worked hard. He hardly talked at all. I kept picturing the kid as he was the day before; naked except for that belt, he had provided us with lots of laughter. I'm not sure if I liked this new Todd as much. The winds began to pick up as we worked. Blowing in directly from the lake to our south, it was heavy with moisture. By lunch time, the winds were whipping the trees and blowing dead leaves from the woods across the lawn. After lunch we continued to work as fast as we could throughout the afternoon. The leaves continued to blow in, occasionally sticking to the newly painted primer. We finished priming the south side of the house just in time. We rolled up the drop cloths and stowed them in the garage. As we were removing the paint from our bodies with mineral spirits, we heard a roar from across the valley. Looking out the back door, we saw the hills to our south disappear behind a gray wall of driving rain, a wall which was moving towards us rapidly. When the roaring mass was on top of us, we ran outside to wash the spirits from our bodies. The pounding rainstorm was so heavy that the water couldn't soak into the ground. Instead, deep puddles formed all over the lawn. "Watch this," Chad shouted to us above the the din of the downpour. As we watched he began running across the lawn at top speed. Halfway to the woods he dropped as if he was sliding into second base. He must have slid thirty feet and water sprayed up in fantails on either side of his path. He stood up grinning that stupid grin, covered with mud and loose grass. "Try it! It's radical!." That was all we needed. I ran off in one direction and duplicated my cousin's sliding technique. It was awesome! Todd went off in another direction and did a headfirst dive onto the grass. Water flew up in front of him as his body hydroplaned across the surface. He looked like a skipping rock. When he stood up, his face was covered with mud. All we could see was his white teeth grinning behind the grime. Then Chad came up with an idea. "Hey, I'm gonna try it naked!" He stripped and sped off, sliding much farther this time. "Neat!" screamed Todd and he, too dropped his shorts to the ground. I winced as I watched him duplicate his head-first dive, but he sprang up uninjured, his tiny penis in one piece. Embarassed as I was at the thought of taking my clothes off in front of Todd, it looked like too much fun to be left out. Besides, yesterday the kid told me I had a big dick. There was certainly nothing to be embarassed about in front of him. What the fuck. Why not? I stripped down, my nearly hairless four inches exposed for the world to see, and did another slide. It was so perfect! We must have looked an amazing sight, three naked kids running around, covered with grass and mud, sliding through every puddle we could find. Eventually the rain slowed and the puddles soaked into the ground. The mud sliding stopped. We stood in the warm rain for several minutes, letting the water wash our bodies. Finally we were clean enough to go into the house to finish the job properly. "C'mon, let's take a shower together! We can wash each other off," suggested Chad. I wasn't so sure I could handle being that close to the other naked boys. "Yeah, great idea," replied Todd. Oh well, I guess I was trapped. Chad turned on the water and adjusted it. He got in, followed by Todd. Reluctantly I got in with them. It was a tight fit. None of us could move without brushing up against another naked body. Todd grabbed the soap from the tray and began lathering his pale, hairless body. "Do my back, Chad," he pleaded. Chad grabbed the soap and lathered up the child's back. Chad turned to me. "Turn around. Let me do your back, now, Jay," he said to me. I complied. It took every bit of concentration I had to keep from popping a boner, but I somehow managed to keep it down. Todd wasn't as fortunate. When he turned around to face us, he blushed in embarassment. "Stupid dick," he said as he covered his tiny, stiffening boner with his hands. He turned away. "That's okay, Todd," I found myself saying. "It happens to everybody. We're all boys here and we all pop woodies." I looked over to Chad who smiled in approval. "Yeah," he said. "You've seen me plenty of times like that in the morning. It's okay." Todd hesitantly removed his hands from his little erection. I was strangely fascinated by what I saw. It wasn't more than an inch and a half long, fully erect. It stood up straight against his belly, the circumsized head now a purple color. I could see the little veins below the surface of the pale skin of the shaft. His balls, warmed by the shower, sagged in their little sack. Soon we were clean and the hot water began to run low. We emerged from the shower refreshed. As we dried, we took turns towelling off each other's back. We then trooped into our bedroom and changed into dry clothes. The rain let up enough for Todd to run home just before dinner. After eating we watched the tube for a while. The Red sox were in Texas and Chad gave me another lesson in watching baseball. As we got ready for bed that night, Chad mentioned that something was bothering Todd. "We've got to figure out what's wrong with him. Yesterday he was a little overboard. Today he hardly said anything. Only the mudsliding seemed to bring him out of it." "Well maybe he's just going through puberty," I laughed. "He really wants it. You know all the hormones and stuff." "Well, I was really proud of you today," said my cousin. "You made him feel so much better when he popped that woody. Most people would have made fun of him." "Well, I've had a good teacher," I replied modestly. Inside I was beaming with joy. My cousin was proud of me! Chapter 9 --- The next few days were uneventful. The rain continued all day Friday so we were stuck in the house with only videos. Todd came over and watched with us. He was still quiet and inactive. Chad was right about something eating at the kid. Aunt Leslie took Chad and me into Brattleboro for dinner and a movie. The ride home was over a dark, winding road. We rode in silence for most of the way but Chad finally spoke. "Mom, what's wrong with Todd? He seems so quiet." "I don't know, son. Have you asked him?" "I've tried, but every time I mention it to him, he seems to get all sad. So I change the subject," Chad said. "Well just keep at it. When he's ready to get it off his chest, he will. Remember, you can't fix everybody's emotional hurts. Heaven knows you try, though," she smiled at her son. "That's what I love about you." Sunday was gray, foggy, and cool with the wind coming out of the north. Todd didn't come over that day. His mother took him to church in Bennington and they spent the day there. We were afraid the rains might return so the only painting we did was the underside of the eves. The dark green paint covered the primer in only one coat so we finished by mid afternoon. Aunt Leslie fixed us her famous fried chicken that night and made plans for her buying trip to upstate New York. She would leave early Monday morning before we got up, and would return late Thursday night. We would have four whole days on our own! Monday morning broke bright and sunny, one of those crystal clear Vermont summer days with white puffy clouds in a dark blue sky. With Chad's mom gone, we didn't bother to put on any clothes. I was really beginning to like being a nudist! We ate our breakfast out on the deck in the warm sunshine. Everything was still wet from the rains over the weekend so we had to dump the water from the chairs before we sat down. The moist plastic was cold on my butt and my balls began to shrivel up. I looked over at my cousin and noticed his his scrotum was shrinking as well. His tanned, circumcized dick hung over the ballsack and the head rested on the white plastic. I wished my dick would grow big enough to rest between my legs like that. As it was, my limp penis just bent over my balls, tight against my body. As we were eating, Todd showed up. I was somewhat uncomfortable being nude around him, but he didn't even seem to notice that we were naked. I guess he had seen Chad this way many times the previous summer so it wasn't a big deal to him like it was me. If possible, Todd was even more silent today that he had been before. The young boy just watched us while we ate, an almost sad expression on his face. "Want something to eat, Todd?" Chad asked? "Nah, I'm not hungry." "What, you're not hungry? You must be sick, then. Maybe we should call the doctor!" Chad joked. The small boy smiled briefly and continued to watch us eat. "Hey, guys. It's still too wet to paint today," said my cousin suddenly. "We need to let the wood dry before we put on the first coat. How about we spend the day down at the lake?" I knew that the weather would dry the clapboards before mid-morning, but I figured that Chad made the suggestion to try to make Todd feel better. So I agreed, telling him what a great idea that was. We made some sandwhiches and packed them in a cooler with Cokes, Doritos, and other snacks. I was still feeling a little uncomfortable walking around nude while Todd was fully dressed, so I put on a pair of gym shorts. When we were ready, the three of us made our way through the woods carrying everything we needed for a day at the lake. The sunshine on our bodies was awesome after almost three days of wet weather that had kept us trapped indoors. As soon as we put our towels down and stowed the cooler in the shade of the large maple tree, Todd stripped down naked. Standing in the sunshine, he ran his hands up and down his pale, skinny body. His fingers lingered on the cute, tiny stub of a dick, rubbing it absentmindedly. With both Todd and Chad nude, I felt very uncomfortable in my shorts so I got naked, too. I got such a feeling of freedom being naked without any worries as the three of us sat on our towels playing cards and listening to music. As the day warmed, we went for a swim, racing, wrestling, and dunking each other. Both Chad and I were gentle with Todd but I soon found there was no need; he fought like a demon. As my dick rubbed up against the two naked boys, I found myself getting hard so I avoided contact as much as possible. I didn't want the little kid seeing me that way. Exhausted, we got out of the water and laid on backs letting the warm sun dry us. I was fascinated with the naked bodies beside me, one well built with a a body budding into manhood, the other tiny and undeveloped. And I looked down at my own body and saw myself as a link between these two boys. My muscles were just beginning to stand out. My penis, while larger than Todd's by a long way was still immature with just a few hairs beginning to sprout. It felt so good and natural to be lying there in the sun with my friends, none of us worrying about being naked in front of the others. Shit, if my friends in Springfield could only see us! We ate some of the sandwiches and each had a Coke. Todd seemed to be a bit happier and was beginning to talk a little more. "Hey, I got an idea. Let's go to the rope swing!" the small boy shouted. "Yeah, Let's do it," replied my cousin. "I haven't shown it to Jason yet." Turning to me he said, "You're gonna love this thing!" I remember that Chad had mentioned it my first day at the lake. It meant that we would have to walk along the edge of the lake and around the distant point. It also meant that we would have to go through the gay nude section of the shoreline. The thought excited me, but made me nervous, too. I looked around the edge of the boulder that sheltered our spot on the lake and saw perhaps twenty men, almost all naked lounging on the boulder-strewn shoreline, a good distance away. They seemed harmless, not the perverted, sex-starved deviates that my friends in Springfield said gay men were. We gathered our towels and hung them around our necks. Chad and Todd began walking. "Hey, aren't you guys going to put on any clothes?" I shouted after them. Chad stopped and turned around grinning. "Nah, we'll just have to take 'em off again. Besides, everybody else is naked down there. C'mon. We do this all the time." I wasn't about to go wandering along the shore naked where everybody could see me. All the guys down there were men, fully developed, and I didn't want them laughing at my tiny equipment. I put on my shorts and hurried after the two naked boys. We picked our way among the rocks and boulders, heading towards the distant point. After several hundred yards, we began encountering naked men on the shoreline, single and in groups. The first ones were a couple, maybe in their twenties who were sharing a blanket spread out on a flat boulder. They were both thin, muscular, with deep tans all over their bodies. The two, both longhaired blonds, were sitting up facing the lake. One was sitting between the spread legs of the other. The one behind was spreading suntan lotion over the other's back. As he rubbed in the liquid, his hands strayed down and even reached around to the guy's inner thighs. I almost popped a woody right there watching that. I tried not to look, but I could hardly turn my eyes away. The guy in front didn't even try to hide his dick from us as we approached. It was much larger than any cock I had ever seen before and he was covered with blond pubic hair that rose nearly to his belly button. The two guys smiled and said hello to us as we passed in front of them. They sure seemed narmal. God, it was amazing to walk among all those naked men. None of them was embarassed to be seen. Some were hugging each other, others were lying on their own or in groups. They were men of all ages from late teens to the elderly. Some were slim and some were quite fat. Most were circumsized, but some were uncut. The thing was, they were all naked. Most if not all were gay. And they didn't mind us walking among them. I have to admit, some of them actually looked quite interested in us as we passed, but nobody tried to do anything. Eventually we rounded the point of land and walked a trail which snaked through the woods above the lake. Finally we reached a spot that seemed idealic. It was a ledge, about fifteen feet above the water's surface. A large beech tree spread its branches across the ledge and over the water. A fat manila rope hung from a thick branch. Beyond the rope swing, down the shoreline a couple hundred feet was a large, flat rock which stuck out into the water about sixty feet. Forty or fifty people were there sunbathing naked. Men, women, boys, and girls of all ages were lying there, playing in the water, or building sand castles on the small beach beyond. I had never realized that so many people were nudists. It kind of made me feel funny to be one of the only ones around with shorts on. But I didn't feel funny enough to take them off! No way I was getting naked where all those people coud see me. "There it is!" said Todd. "What d'ya think. Isn't it awesome, Jason?" "Yeah, it looks pretty cool," I said. "Are you sure it's safe?" "There's only one way to find out!" piped in my cousin. With that, Chad threw down his towel, reached out and grabbed the rope, and pulled it back to a large rock about fifteen feet from the dropoff. "Cowabunga, dudes!" said my cousin in his best California surfer imitation. With that, he stood on the rock, reached as high as he could on the rope, and leaped forward. His naked body swung in an arc, first down and forward and then beyond the ledge as it began its upward flight. At the top of the arc, Chad let go and tried to manipulate his weightless body into a dive position. He didn't quite get it right, though, and it was almost like slow motion as his arms windmilled and he began the descent toward the lake surface. He hit the water half on his side, half on his stomach, with a thwack sound. A second later Chad's head emerged from the lake, that goofy grin on his face. "Ouch," he said, almost in a whisper. Todd and I were rolling on the ground laughing. Todd recovered first and took his turn on the rope. With a high pitched Tarzan yell, he swung his little naked body out over the lake and let go, falling feet first into the water. He emerged with a huge smile on his face. "Awesome!" he squeeled. Then it was my turn. I wasn't about to try a dive on my first swing. Instead, standing on the rock, I grabbed the robe as high as I could, making sure the lower part was off to the side so it wouldn't snag my balls when I let go. I jumped straight up in the air and I found myself hurtling forward. I crossed over the ledge, sailing high above the water. At the highest point of the swing, I let go and staying almost motionless in the air before gravity took over and I began my descent into the water. Toes pointed down, I entered the water with hardly a ripple. My head broke the surface. "Radical!" I screamed. We each took several more swings, Chad still not perfecting his dive. Finally I was ready to try to dive myself, hoping I could show up my cousin. I mounted the rock, reached especially high on the rope, and leapt straight up into the air. I swung down and out, arced upwards, and at the highest point above the lake, let go. I piked my body, nearly bringing my thighs into my face, and my body rotated. I released the pike, looked for the surface of the water, and stretched my body into an upright position, head first. I cut the water with hardly a splash. It was perfect! Well, it was almost perfect. The trouble was, I had forgotten to tie my gym shorts before the dive and they had come completely off when my body had entered the water! I was frantic as I looked around, spinning one way and then another looking for the shorts. Finally I saw them floating just below the surface to my right and I grabbed them. Submerging my body, I was able to get them on without too much trouble. Todd and Chad were clapping and cheering. "A perfect 10!" shouted my cousin. Red faced, I walked up the path to the two naked boys. "Who taught you how to get dressed?" my cousin laughed, pointing at my gym shorts. I looked down and was embarassed to notice that in my haste, I had put them on inside-out. I looked around to make sure none of the people around had noticed. Nobody was even looking in our direction so, standing on the ledge, out in the open, I chose to be bold enough to take them off and turn them right-side-out before putting them on again. It was a new kind of feeling, knowing that I was getting naked where anybody could see me. It was kind of liberating, but I wasn't about to stay naked! We continued swinging for a long time. After a while, I noticed a boy, about 11 years old, and what looked to be his father approaching us. They were both quite tanned and naked. The boy was talking. "Can I try it, Dad? It looks awesome!" "Let me check out first, son." The two reached the ledge and watched as Todd swung out in his best imitation of Tarzan. I got a chance to study the pair. The boy with blond, almost white hair, was very relaxed in his nudity. His small, hairless penis was circumcized and hung about halfway down his loose balls. The boy's father was a larger, hairier version. His dick, of course, was much larger and there was a lot of blond pubic hair which covered his lower belly. His legs were also covered in curly blond hair which accentuated his tan body. He looked to be about 35 years old and was tall and thin. I had never seen a naked man so close before. He stood not more than five feet from me. I got a chance to study him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting him to know I was looking. I really liked the way his thin abdomen curved down to his genitals. His cut dick, about five inches long, nestled between the two hairy balls sagging in their sack. It wasn't much longer than my cousin's but it was much fatter. I didn't get hard as I looked at him. It seemed natural to have him standing there naked. I noticed the man had placed his hand on his son's shoulders in a gesture of familiarity. The man tried out the swing and did a dive at the end. He wasn't as good as I was, but he was much better than Chad! Then it was the boy's turn. He did a normal feet-first release. When his head broke the surface, his face broke out into a broad smile and a squeal of delight. I took time out to watch the naked father and son. The man had such an easy, familiar manner with the boy. He kidded the child from time to time, giving him little pokes in the side. The 11 year old giggled whenever this happened and would poke back. It was obvious from their innocent father/son play that they enjoyed being together. Then I noticed Todd. He had wandered a little way off and sat down under a tree, facing away from the rope swing. Chad noticed, too and together we made our way to where the small boy was sitting. We sat on either side of the naked boy. He quickly wiped away a tear that was sliding down his cheek. "What's wrong, Toddster? Did you hit the water wrong? Did the rope get wrapped between your legs? What's eating you?" asked my cousin. He wrapped his tanned arm across the smaller boy's pale shoulders. "Nothing," he said with a pout. He shrugged Chad's arm off his shoulders. "Look, dude. Jason and I aren't going anywhere until you talk to us. Now, what's eating you?" "Nothing. I just miss my dad, that's all. I told you it was nothing." Chad throught a minute. "Well, that's not something I can fix. But he'll be up next weekend I'm sure and then you'll feel better." "No he won't! He's not ever coming here again!" the boy almost screamed at my cousin, tears welling up in his eyes. "He and Mom are getting a divorce. He's moving away and I'll never see him again!" My cousin pulled the boy towards him and hugged the blond head against his chest. He stroked Todd's wet hair and wiped away the tears which were streaming down the boy's freckled cheeks. "Shhh. It's okay to cry. We know what you're feeling," he said qently. "Fuck, Todd, I'm an expert at what you're feeling. And so is Jason. We both don't have dads. We know how much it hurts, don't we Jason?" "Yeah, Todd. We know. We're with you." I reached out and touched his arm, running my fingers up and down letting him know I was on his side. We sat there in silence for a long time, watching the sun sparkling on the water with the sounds of families frolicking behind us. Eventually Todd's tears dried and we got up. We each took one more swing and then began journeying back to our own, private beach. We paused when we emerged from the woods at the edge of the boulder field that led along the shoreline back to our beach. "C'mon, Todd!" said Chad. "Stop dawdling. I suppose I'll have to carry you," he said in mock seriousness. Todd smiled for the first time in a long time. "Yeah, I think you'll have to carry me!" With that, he jumped onto my cousin's back. "Okay, let's go. I'm ready," he giggled, slapping Chad's naked butt as if he was riding a horse. Together, we made our way back, picking a path that took us past the naked gay men on the beach. I felt so at home now. These guys are gay, I said to myself, and so am I. They seem so normal. They aren't perverts like my friends in Springfield said. They were just like anybody else. I felt a little more normal. Sorry about the delay in this... It's been ready for a while but Mailmasher has been down even longer. I even had to start a new account and email name at Mailmasher. I hope I can get some more posted soon. Warning! This story contains descriptions of intimate relationships between teen boys. You won't find a whole lot of sex happening in each chapter, but there are some typical reactions of gay teens to being together alone in some of them. 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 should not read any farther. The following story happened to me a couple of summers ago and is, for the most part, true. I have exaggerated some points, speeded up the timescale, and changed the names of all individuals in the story. Okay... This is your last chance. Don't go any farther if gay teen boys offend you. Don't say you weren't warned. This is an ongoing project. There will be many more chapters which I will post as I finish each one. It's a slow process, though. My teachers seem to think I should concentrate on doing my homework. :) Jason in Vermont Chapter 10--- When we returned to our own sheltered cove, the long shadows and our growling stomachs told us it was almost time for dinner. We finished off our junk food and took one more swim in the lake before making our way, naked of course, to the house. Todd called his mom and got permission to stay for dinner and to watch the baseball game with us. We took a couple of large steaks from the freezer and thawed them in the microwave. While I fixed a salad and some peas (Chad insisted that we had to eat a balanced meal since Todd was with us), my cousin grilled the steaks on the barbeque on the deck. With dinner ready, we sat down on the floor, our backs against the couch with our plates on the coffee table in front of us. About halfway through eating it dawned on me that I was stark naked, sitting with two other nude boys, and it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. "What's that shit eating grin on your face?" my cousin asked. "Nothing," I replied. I took a bite of steak so I wouldn't have to explain. I didn't want them thinking I was weird. We cleared off the dishes, made a big bowl of popcorn with lots of butter, and settled into the living room for the Sox game. I sat in the recliner while Chad and Todd snuggled together on the couch. It wasn't sexual or anything. They were just lying there together. Chad was on his back with his head propped up with a pillow. His soft penis lay on his tanned hip. Todd was on his side, wedged between my cousin and the back of the couch. He had his head resting on Chad's chest, a leg draped across his thighs, his hairless crotch pressed agains his hip. Chad's arm was wrapped around the smaller boy's shoulders. I felt jealousy begin to raise its head again. I knew that Chad was doing his best to comfort the poor boy. It's mighty tough having your parents divorce, especially when you're Todd's age. Still, I kept wishing that it was me lying there alongside my cousin. Todd reached across Chad's body and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table. He took more than his small hand could hold; as he drew it back, popcorn spilled across the floor and all over Chad's torso. "Hey, dude! Are you going to eat that popcorn or are you going to throw it around the house?" my cousin smiled at the small boy lying at his side. "I'm gonna eat it," Todd giggled. Chad picked up a fallen kernal which was lying in one of the crevices of his abdomen and threw it at the small boy's face. It bounced off Todd's forehead and was lost somewhere behind the couch. "Brick! I can't believe I missed your mouth. It's such a huge target!" Todd, giggling, took his handful of the buttery popcorn and threw it at my cousin. All hell broke loose as kernals flew everywhere. The small, naked redhead and the much larger blond wrestled on the couch, trying to shove popcorn into the each other's closed mouth. Eventually the two boys tired of their play and quieted down. Chad whispered into the smaller boy's ear; I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I was right to feel nervous. Suddenly with a scream, the two boys bounded off the couch and across the room. Chad dragged me from the lounger to the floor. He sat on my chest, pinning my arms with his knees. His soft penis was only inches from my face, wiggling back and forth as he struggled to keep my bucking body under control. Luckily, I was so busy fighting him off that I didn't pop a boner. That would have been really embarassing with Todd there. Todd brought the bowl with what remained of the popcorn and crouched down just beyond the top of my head. As I struggled, he took first one, and then a handful of popcorn and shoved it at my face. "Eat the popcorn, Jason!" "No! Never!" I screamed and turned my face away from his hands. We continued fighting like that until all three of us were exhausted as much from laughing as from our wrestling. The three of use collapsed on the floor, panting, trying to catch our breaths. I looked to my right and saw my blond cousin's tanned body heaving up and down with each breath. The ripples of his abdominal muscles were highlighted by the blue light from the TV set. His soft clock lay between his sagging tersticles. To my left was the smaller boy, Todd. His hairless, freckled chest was rising up and down with each breath. His tiny penis was was contracted fully, almost lost in his tight, wrinkled ball sack. I was fascinated by its tiny size. I can't ever remember being that small. The moment passed and we proceded to clean up the living room. I found it amusing to watch the naked younger boy, on hands and knees, peering under the tables and chairs, hunting down each piece of popcorn. Chad pulled out the vacuum cleaner and proceded to do a naked sweeping up. With the three of us working, it didn't take long to put the house back in order. Todd had to be home by ten o'clock, so soon Chad and I were alone, watching the end of the Sox game. We lay on the floor, side-by-side. Chad broke the silence. "Thanks, for being so good to Todd today, Jayster. When my dad left, I thought I would die, I missed him so much. I'll do anything to keep the kid from hurting like I did." "That's what I love about you, dude," I replied, half seriously. "You care so much about how everyone feels." He looked at me, and then leaned over and gave me a hug, holding me tight for about ten seconds. I could feel myself popping a woody, so I was grateful when Chad let me go. He might care about the feelings of others, but if he found out that his body turned me on, I was sure he would hate me. We went to bed after the game. "Man, I'm horny," my cousin said as we lay in the dark. "Having Todd here has kept me from taking care of myself. I hope I haven't forgot how to do it," he laughed. I looked across the room and saw, in the dark shadows, the sillouette of my cousin lying above the sheets. I could just make out both hands slowly running down his pubes to his erect penis. His right hand stayed wrapped around the shaft while his left roamed up and down his torso. That picture was all it took to get my smaller dick fully erect. I suffered no embarassment taking it into my hands. As I stroked, I watched Todd working on his much larger penis. I imagined that his hands were mine, and I was the one giving him all that pleasure. His hardon fascinated me and I wished that I could hold it. But I knew that would never be. Our motions got more and more hurried as we stroked ourselves in the dark. Soon I heard a sharp intake of breath and I knew that Chad was coming. I wished I could see it, but it was too dark. It was only a minute or two later when I felt that wonderful tingling which signaled the ejaculation of the small, clear liquid from my raging four-incher. Chad got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wad of toilet paper. He handed some to me and used the rest to wipe the stickly liquid off his chest and stomach as he stood over my bed. When we had both finished our cleanup, he sat down, leaned over and gave me another quick hug before returning to his bed. I fell asleep almost immediately. The Next Morning-- WHAM! The door flew open, startling the two of us out of our deep sleeps. "Chad! Jason! Guess what? Mom's taking me to Boston. She talked to Dad last night and he says I can stay with him for the whole week! He even said he would take the time off from work to be with me!" "That's great, Toddster!" Chad tried to sound enthusiastic in spite of the early hour. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was not quite seven thirty! "Yeah, were leaving in a half hour. I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to help you with the painting this week. Is that okay?" "No problem, dude. We'll manage without you. You have a good time with your dad. That's more important." Chad rose from the bed, his ever-present morning erection pointing almost vertical, and gave the boy a hug. "Ick! Your boner poked me in the stomach!" Todd giggled. "Sorry, Toddster. I'm just so happy for you. I forgot about it." "That's okay, Chad. We all get them," the boy smiled. "I gotta go and pack. I'll see you next week. I promise to help you paint then." He turned and scooted out the door shouting, "Bye, Chad. Bye, Jason." The front door slammed and silence engulfed us. "Whew, that was a quick conversation," Chad said. Well, I'm glad he's happy. And maybe it's a good thing he woke us up at the crack of dawn. We've got a lot of work to make up for our day off yesterday." We didn't bother putting on clothes as we ate our breafast out on the deck. It was another beautiful day, even if it was so early. That day was our hardest work day ever. We were determinded to finish painting the south side of the house by lunch. In the afternoon, we set about scraping the chipped paint from the clapboards on the west side. It was difficult work; the paint seemed to be baked on in spots, and flaked in others. By five o'clock we had completed all the scraping we could reach without the use of the ladder. We were wiped. With the sun beating down relentlessly, and the stubborn old paint forcing us to use all our strength in the scraping process, we barely had the energy to take care of the cleanup. Finally, we made our way slowly down the path to the lake. The cool waters of Harriman Reservoir revived us a bit and we managed to wrestle a bit before we collapsed, naked, to rest in the late afternoon sunshine. I think summer evenings are my favorite time of the day. I think I'll always remember lying nude in the sun alongside my cousin, without a care in the world. "Ohhhh. I think we overdid it today," Chad moaned. "My body aches all over." We laid in silence for an eternity. Our growling stomachs told us, though, that we needed to muster the strength to return to the house for dinner. We prepared the meal almost silently and sat down together at the coffee table to eat our meal and watch MTV on the tube. After eating, it took us forever to clean up our dinner mess. Finally, though, we were able to collapse in the living room. Chad laid sprawled out on his stomach, resting his head on the floor with his hands at his side. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to move until morning. Japer, will you turn the channel? I'm to tired to click the clicker." I grabbed the remote control and worked up and down the channels until we finally found an old rerun of Cheers. We watched that in silence. Finally Chad got up and went to the bathroom. He returned a minute later with a bottle of baby oil. "Yo, Jase. My muscles are killing me. I'll massage you if you'll do me." I couldn't refuse. God, I loved my cousin's body and now he was asking me to rub my hands all over it! I took the bottle of baby lotion from him, he resumed his position on the floor, and poured some of the clear liquid onto his back. He shivered. "Yowzer, that's cold! Put some on your hands and rub them together to warm it. Friction does wonderful things," he laughed. I spread some on my hands and warmed them with vigorous rubbing. Then I knelt down, straddling his thighs. My small dick dangled only inches above his muscular, tanned ass. I began the massage where his neck met his shoulders. I kneaded those muscles a bit and then extended my strokes to include the deltoids on his shoulders. I used firm, slow strokes and Chad moaned quietly to himself. I then worked my way down his spine, stroking the the long muscles on either side. After several minutes I moved out and massaged the tightness under his arms and on his ribcage. All the while my cousin kept up those small moans of peasure. I loved how his soft, bronze skin moved under the pressure from my hands. As I watched the skin gleaming with the baby oil I was massaging in, I could feel my penis begin to grow hard. I worked down to the small of his back, still with firm, slow strokes moving from the spine outward. The moment of truth came, though when I reached his round, firm ass cheeks. I hesitated. "Don't stop," Chad whispered. "Keep going." I took this to mean he wanted me to do his ass as well. I moved back, now straddling his legs at the knees. I poured more liquid into my hands, rubbed them together, and then began kneading the tight cheeks. As I looked down between his legs, I noticed Chad's pink, hairless balls were visible in the crevice with the even pinker underside of his cock nestled below them. I was in heaven as I got the chance to feel the firm, muscular ass cheeks and peer down the the underside of the perfect penis I loved so much. I was now as hard as I had ever been in my life and was glad that my cousin's eyes were closed. I didn't want him to discover that his body turned me on. I continued working his butt, massaging between the cheeks. I think Chad's moans became more audible. I worked down to his thighs, rubbing in long motions along his hamstrings and then down between his legs. Twice my fingers accidentally touched his ball sack and I could feel my cousin shiver a bit beneathe me. I worked all the way down to the soles of his feet. In all, I think I spent almost thirty minutes giving him his massage. Without comment, I finished with a little tickle to my cousin's feet and flopped down on the floor beside him, face down. "My turn," I said. "Oh god, that was so perfect," Chad said quietly. "You should get a job doing that. I bet people would pay you big bucks." He slowly rose and straddled my body. As he leaned forward to start at my shoulders, I think I could feel the head of his dick trail along my ass and up to the small of my back. I was in another world as my cousin began the strong, smooth strokes on my tired muscles. In a trance, my whole mind concentrated on his fantastic hands as the moved around my body. My sense heightened when he reached the small of my back, anticipating his next move. My whole body shivered as I felt his warm hands spreading the baby oil on my tight ass muscles. First he worked on the outsides, and then, slowly, he moved his fingers closer and closer together. I let out a gasp when I felt his first tentative moves between my cheeks. His well-oiled hands massaged my inner thighs and he seemed to show no hesitation when his fingertips brushed my balls more than once. After about a half hour, but still way too soon, Chad finished the job and collapsed at my side. I could feel the warmth of his body to my right. I reached out and gave him a weak, brotherly hug. "That was way cool," I said. "I've never felt anything like it. Thanks, Chad." "Anytime, Japer," he answered. I hoped he meant it. We showered. Chad went first and called to me when he was about finished so I could jump in before the hot water ran out. Warm and relaxed, we got ready for bed almost silently. Standing in the middle of the room, Chad gave me a quick hug before we got into our beds for a restful sleep after a long, hard day. More to come...