Summer House In The Hamptons
Chapter 01
Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy.
Story Written and Posted by
About A Boy
"Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older."
( Quote from Finding Neverland )
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So, don't think for a second that we're rich or anything, because we're certainly not. Not by any stretch. The truth is, my dad works for Global Tech, in product development.
A worker bee. A drone like everyone else who works there. But, he happens to be friends with one of the big wigs in the company, apparently an old college buddy of his, or something like that. And, since he and his family will be spending their time vacationing in Paris this summer, he offered my dad a chance to spend a week at their summer house in the Hamptons.
Yippee... Cause that's about the only way we'd ever get to have a place like this. So there we were, making our way to the Hamptons to spend the third week of July at his beach house. Sounds kinda cool I guess. But, it also sucks, because you know you are living in someone else's affluence, and not your own. Plus, for a twelve-year-old boy, having to spend all week with just your parents; well, that part kinda sucks.
Yeah, it really sucks sometimes, being a tween and an only child. I asked if one of my friends could come along with us, so at least I'd have someone to mess around with, but... Dad said he didn't want to 'abuse' the offer of using the house.
After driving for what seemed like ages, we finally pulled into a little village store, just off the beach and down a mile or so from the borrowed beach house. My folks wanted to stop in and get some groceries and supplies for our stay. I declined going into the store with them though, opting to sit out in the SUV and listen to some tunes on my iPhone.
As kids do, I became bored after a short time, and it got to be too hot sitting in the car, so I got out and walked across the small parking lot, so that I could climb up and sit on the little stone seawall which separated the beach from the road. It was kinda' cool because the beach was just on the other side of it; and there was a long wooden jetty that angled out into the water.
It looked like there were a few people standing out at the end of it, listlessly casting their fishing lines off the small pier into the water. It was a typical Norman Rockwell kind of view, something you might see pictured in some vacation magazine somewhere.
But what really caught my eye was another kid, about my own age sitting alone on the jetty out to the pier. He was dangling his legs over the side, his tanned bare feet grazing the water as he casually swung his legs back and forth. The boy was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, with the cuffs rolled up several turns to about mid calf, and he was wearing a white tank top, that fluttered slightly in the sea breeze.
I wondered if he lived around here someplace, or was just visiting like I was. He was really tanned though, so I figured he must hang out at the beach a lot. The boy looked pretty trim, and his dirty blond, shoulder length hair looked really nice on him, and accentuated his very boylike, sun bronzed features.
"Danny..!" I heard my dad calling from somewhere behind me. I turned my head
back to see that he was standing by the SUV, motioning for me to come back to the vehicle. Taking one last look out at the boy on the pier, I swung my legs around on the seawall and hopped off of it to run back across the road to our car.
"How's it look?" My dad asked hopefully.
"Cool..." I responded. "The beach is just right there. I can't wait to go swimming." My dad gave me a big smile and finished loading the last of the groceries into the back of the vehicle. We pulled back out onto the small road, turning to the left and heading down the frontage road that roughly paralleled the beach. It wasn't very far at all to the house; which was cool, cause I'd be able to walk the beach back to the pier and explore.
We pulled up to an awesome looking beach front house. It was huge by my standards. I mean, this was only a 'summer house', but it was every bit as big and bigger than our own house back in the city.
There was a huge deck running the length of the house on the beach side, and it was split into three tiers, with a hot tub built into the lower section. Just off the deck on the beach was a private area, with a big firepit which was surrounded by some old weathered, wooden Adirondack style beach chairs placed casually around it.
I stood leaning on the deck railing for a few minutes, just staring wondrously out at the beach and the sparkling waters beyond. My dad had opened up the house, and when he opened the French doors, I went inside for the first time. It was pretty cool as well.
Though it was decorated in a fairly modern way, it was still casual, leaving no doubt that you were at the beach. The house had three stories, more or less, though the way it was spread out it had a very open and spacious feel to it. My room was up on the second level facing the ocean. It was a lot bigger than my bedroom back home, and even had its own private bathroom.
I pulled open the curtains, flooding bright summer daylight into the room; and discovered that it also had a private little deck, or lanai of its own, just through a set of French style doors.
"Cool." I muttered, opening the window paned doors and wandering out onto the small deck. I looked out over the beach again with a wide smile, as the fresh sea breeze washed over me. I could smell the tang of salt in the air, and hear the squawk of seagulls soaring somewhere off in the distance as they rode the warm currents of air. Grabbing at my tee shirt, I quickly striped it off over my head and with a smile I turned to go back into my room.
As boys do, I was wont to check out the beach and do a little exploring. I hurried into the small bathroom and stepped out of my pants, dropping them and my red boxer briefs to the floor. The long drive had stretched my bladder, and standing in front of the gleaming porcelain toilet for a moment, I took a much needed, and relieving pee.
After the last dribbles rippled the water in the toilet, I vigorously shook off a few stray drops, milking my little tuber for a moment; which of course caused my young boytube to begin stiffening up a bit. Ah, puberty...
No surprise to me really. It's been doing that a lot lately. Apparently puberty had started its renovation of my boy bits some two or three months back, and the changes were starting to become evident.
I didn't need my school health class to tell me that though. My frequently reoccurring boners, and the dozen or so soft, silky little dark pubes that were just beginning to grow in around the base of my dick, was all the proof I needed for that.
I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching with interest as I slowly slid my soft, pliable foreskin back, exposing the shiny purplish head of my young penis. My little sausage had grown bigger lately as well. It was three inches long when soft, and swelled to about four and a half inches when I boned up. Did I mention that it was doing that a lot lately..?
I smiled at the way it looked in the mirror. I mean, it was no prize winner by any means; quite average I'm sure, but for a twelve year old boy, any change from boyhood is much anticipated. I smiled again at the reflection, and gave it a little tug just for the heck of it.
My eyes shifted to the rest of my reflection in the mirror. I kinda like the way my body looks, you know... I don't know if that's weird or not, liking you own body, but I do. It's still very boylike, but in a refined kind of way. Lean, firm stomach, but starting to show some definition. Still watching my reflection, I slid my palm across the flat of my stomach, and then slowly traced it up to my chest, stopping for a moment to idly explore my small nipples, which seemed to protrude just a bit now; yet another sign of puberty.
My skin feels so soft and smooth as well, and I smiled curiously, as my thoughts began to wander somewhat, and I fantasized about my youthful reflection. Normally I might want to hop onto my bed and finger my boy parts a little longer, since I'd recently discovered the intense feelings that accompany that practice, but I decided to ignore 'my precious' for now; since I was equally excited about checking out the beach.
Pulling my foreskin sheath back over my bell end, I walked naked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. I had tossed my rucksack onto the bed, and I rummaged through it now to find, and slip into a pair of board shorts.
Tramping down the stairs to the main floor, I headed for the doors of the deck, but my parents interceded, forcing me to eat lunch first. And then I had to listen to a litany of rules about my not swimming in the ocean alone, or wandering off too far without letting them know that I was going, and on, and on...
"Geeze dad, I'm twelve, not two..." I complained.
"Exactly Danny, you're twelve, not twenty two." My dad replied somewhat sarcastically. I don't know why parents can’t trust you to be smart and stay out of trouble. I mean, when has a twelve-year-old ever done something stupid... Right...
So with my parents rules firmly ingrained in my immature twelve-year-old brain, I slipped into a pair of Nike flip flops and headed out the back toward the beach. Walking around the firepit, and out past the sand drift fences and onto the small hillocks of sandy dunes. With a smile on my face, I stood atop one of the low sand dunes and watched the waves roll in for a few minutes; and then had the sudden urge to run...
Kicking out of my flip flops, I tossed them loosely up by the fire pit, and wearing nothing but my red colored board shorts I took off running at a fast jog and headed off down the beach, staying near the edge of the water so that it rolled up and over my feet, splashing my legs and shorts. I jogged quite a ways down the shoreline, passing a few beachcombers and a few hearty swimmers along the way.
Finally I slowed to a walk, and pushed my fingers back through my longish, light brown hair, smoothing it back into an organized mess. Stooping, I picked up little bits of beach debris, driftwood and whatnot, and then tossed them with a splash into the water. Hey, it's boy stuff. You'd understand if you ever were one. I had jogged past several other beach houses during my run, and I was coming up on another one now.
Glancing up at the house, I noticed someone sitting there on the railing that circled the deck, and I was a bit surprised to see that it appeared to be the same blond haired kid that I had seen sitting on the jetty earlier in the day.
It looked like he had changed into a simple pair of board shorts, and he was just sitting there casually watching me. Then, when he noticed that I had seen him, he lifted his hand in a brief wave. I smiled up at him, returning the informal greeting. We kind of looked at each other a bit awkwardly for a moment, and then I stooped once again to pick up another piece of driftwood.
I turned and took a few running steps toward the water, and threw the stick out over the small incoming wave. Indifferently I glanced back toward the house at the railing, but was a little disappointed actually when I didn't see the other boy sitting up on the deck anymore.
Turning back toward the water, I continued my exploration down the strip of beach, grabbing up other pieces of beach debris from the sand. And that's when I saw him again, the boy, walking across the sand in my general direction. When he got closer to me, he bent over and picked up a small piece of driftwood as well, tossing it overhand toward the water. He stopped a dozen or so feet away from me, looking out distractedly over the waves.
"Hey..." he said offhandedly, with a casual glance at me.
"Hi." I answered back, turning to chuck my own stick at the nearest receding wave.
"I haven't seen you before. Are you here on vacation, or..?" The boy asked me in a casual tone.
"Uh huh... We're here on vacation, I mean." I replied, glancing again at the boy. Up close now, I could see that he was a really cute looking kid. For whatever reason, it wasn't lost on me, that this is how I saw him. Not average looking, not dorky looking, but cute.
Guess that's pretty normal. First impressions of people are usually by the way they look, shallow though that may be. This boy definitely would be described as cute. He looked to be about an inch or so taller than me, so maybe around five foot three, and he had a very boyish face, with a small nose and vivid, deep green eyes.
I mentioned before that he was lean and very fit looking with a lithe swimmers type build, a nice tan, and topped off by fairly long, shoulder length dirty blond hair. Could be a very light brown maybe, awash with summer blond highlights. It looked nice though, and I smiled warmly at him.
"I'm Nick." He offered suddenly, as I stood more or less staring at him, oddly intrigued by his intense green eyes.
"Uh oh, hi..." I finally managed. "Yeah, I'm Danny." I nodded once with an embarrassed but friendly smile. He grinned shyly, and stooped down to pick up another stick from the warm sand. "Do you live there?" I asked, pointing back toward nearby beach house. He glanced back at the quaint, yet fairly large house and nodded.
"We spend the summer months here. My mom and me, mostly! And my dad comes down when he's not working and stuff." I noticed that he was casually looking at me, well, looking at my body it seemed; like he was checking me out. Our eyes met, and I saw him blush a little, as he quickly looked away, reaching down to pick up another little chunk of drift wood.
We stood there silently for several moments, each of us tossing things out towards the sparkling waters, which rolled listlessly in and out with the surf. I glanced over at the other boy again; my turn I guess, to give him a thorough look over. Surprisingly, I found myself still intrigued by the other boy's good looks, and his piercing eyes.
Weird I guess... A boy being interested in another boy like that. But for some reason, I just was. "So... You maybe wanna' hang out for awhile?" I ventured hesitantly.
"Sure, that would be cool." he responded, almost too quickly. I got the impression he might be bored with no one to play with. Perhaps a bit lonely even.
We started strolling down the beach together, running in and out of the water as it came up in lapping waves that rolled across our bare, sandy feet. Nick's shorts got splashed a bit, as he ventured too close one time, and when I laughed at him, he playfully kicked water at me. We laughed as we ran along, splashing each other and running down the beach, hopping and giggling joyously under the summer sun. That's the thing about boys. Unlike adults, we're not so standoffish. We can meet another kid, and within minutes we can interact and play as if we'd known each other forever. A lesson for adults perhaps...
The time flew, and for several hours we explored along the sandy shoreline, tirelessly searching for new stuff, and different things to experiment and play with. Youthful curiosity and imagination at its best. I had taken a really quick liking to Nick. He was quick with a smile, easy to talk to, and he had a likeability about him that was undeniable.
Nick really seemed to like me as well. We had both crouched down on our haunches to examine the contents of a small tide pool that had gathered in the sand and rocks, and without thought as we studied the pool, Nick rested his hand on my shoulder, as if we were lifelong friends.
At length we plopped down on the beach to relax for a bit. Nick lay on his back in the sand with his fingers laced behind his head for support. I had sprawled out in the sand alongside him, and looked casually over at my new friend. His torso was so smooth and tanned; his armpits were equally smooth and bare, and his long legs were virtually hairless as well, right down to his small, quaint feet.
Nick glanced over at me and smiled shyly. I was struck again by those shining green eyes. They were an intense emerald green, and they seemed to hold your gaze, almost hypnotically. Somehow you just didn't want to look away. "What..?" he asked, noticing that I was essentially staring at him. His thin eyebrows dipped inquisitively.
"Nothin..." I answered. "You, you just have really cool eyes, that's all." Well shit... I blushed. What twelve-year-old boy says stuff like that to another boy? He'll think I'm weird or something... However...
"Thanks." he replied, an appreciative grin crossing his features. I smiled lamely back, then blushing again I looked back out toward the water. What the hell? I've never acted like this before around other people...
We lay there for several minutes, just watching the surf; but from the corner of my eye, I noticed that Nick kept looking over and watching me as well. It felt like he was checking me out or something. Since I was propped up on my elbows, for some reason I flexed my bicep when I thought he was watching me.
Now seriously, what the fuck was that about. It's almost like I was trying to impress him or something. Almost like stupid adults do, when they hold in their gut trying to impress a woman. 'Geeze Danny', I thought to myself... What a dipshit...
After a while, we decided we should head back up the beach toward our respective houses. I had been gone a long time, and I'm pretty sure my parents would be wondering where I'd gotten off to, and they would be preparing another speech about my learning to be responsible.
Reluctantly I hopped up from the sand, and looking back down at Nick, I offered my hand to help him to his feet. He took it, and as I pulled on his hand he leaped up, lunging playfully at me as we both tumbled backwards onto the sand. Boylike instinct took over, and we were quickly wrestling around and giggling like old friends for several minutes as we rolled on the warm, grainy beach.
We finally climbed to our feet again and started walking together back up the beach, talking all the while about whatever came to mind. It was fun getting to know my new friend a little better, and we seemed to have a lot in common.
When we got back to the area of beach in front of where Nick lived, he surprised me by asking if he could walk on with me, wanting to see where I was staying up the beach. I was more than happy to have him come with. Because I really liked him, and, I figured if my mom and dad were bent about my being gone so long, they couldn't be too mad about it if I had a new friend with me. Yes, boys are always scheming to stay out of trouble...
We walked up the beach and across the low dunes past the drift fences. I stepped into my flip flops, that I had abandoned there when I had first gone out, and we walked past the firepit toward the house.
"Cool place..." Nick remarked as we climbed the back steps to the deck.
"Yeah, my dad's boss owns it. We get to use it for the week. Cone on in." I offered as we topped the steps. We went to the sliding glass door and I kicked off my flips; customary at most beach houses. Nick was barefoot, but he wiped his feet on the mat so he wouldn't track any stray sand into the house.
As I expected, my mom gave me the 'where have you been' look, as we walked into the kitchen. "Hi mom..." I said cheerfully trying to set a positive, you can't be mad at me tone. "Mom, this is my new friend Nick. He lives down the beach, and we were just hangin out, right on the beach and stuff, and we..."
"I know what you're up to young man." She retorted, with a wry look. "Next time, let us know where you are going, alright? Hello Nick." She added, turning to smile at my new friend. "Are you boys hungry?" she offered. I turned, smiling and nodding at Nick.
"Yes please..." Nick and I replied together, then laughed.
"Alright then," she said with a bemused smile. "I'll make you guys some tuna sandwiches then, if that's okay." She smiled at Nick. We both nodded affirmation, and I elbowed him.
"Come on, we can wait up in my room." I prompted, turning and urging him toward the stairway. Nick followed me quickly up the stairs and into my temporary bedroom.
"This is pretty cool." He commented, as he looked around the spacious room. "Whoa, you got your own private bathroom up here..."
"Yeah I know, cool huh. Gives me a little more privacy to, uh..." My voice trailed off, and Nick looked over at me with a crooked smile.
"Privacy to do what? Go on, say what you were thinking..." he laughed with a knowing look.
"Nuthin." I replied quickly, blushing just a bit.
"Yeah, 'Nut-in' alright..." Nick grinned, as he feigned a distinctive jerking motion in the air with his closed fist.
"No..." I protested, blushing in earnest now, thoroughly embarrassed. "That's not what I meant." But Nick just nodded and started laughing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I couldn't help it, and started laughing as well. I guess it's a pretty universal thing. Pubescent boys masturbate. It's what we do. And at the same time, we pretend we don't, and deny it vehemently to other boys just to save face; knowing all the while that they do it as well. Guess that's what they mean by a 'circle of lies.' Well, in this case, a 'circle jerk of lies' maybe.
"Boys... Your lunch is ready." My mother called up to us from the bottom of the stairs. We were both still giggling a little as we headed down to the kitchen, where we sat up on the swivel stools at the counter to eat the tuna sandwiches my mom had fixed us.
Sitting on the stools, Nick giggled again and swung out his bare foot under the counter, to hit mine and perpetuate our private little joke. We both laughed again, causing my mom to give us that, 'what are you two on about' look.
"Boys..." she muttered, shaking her head amusedly as she walked back into the kitchen.
We sat at the counter and ate our sandwiches, and I couldn't help but look over at Nick as we sat there. I really liked this kid. In the few hours that I'd known him, we'd really kind of bonded, and he felt more like an old friend, than a new one. We were still wearing nothing but our board shorts, and as I sat there munching on my Frito's and glancing at him while we ate, we swiveled back and forth on the stools and I couldn't help but notice his nice tan line where his shorts gapped a bit in back.
I suddenly started to get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. The creamy white band of untanned skin and the inch or so of exposed smooth butt crack just seemed really intriguing to me somehow. It felt like butterflies were fluttering around in my belly. What the heck? I suddenly realized what I was thinking. That seeing the smooth skin at the top of his bum felt kind of... Well, erotic. Sexy somehow. WTF...
We finished our lunch, and after thanking my mom, Nick and I went outside onto the deck. The warm afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the cooling little breeze felt pretty nice against the bare skin of our shirtless bodies.
Nick and I trotted down the steps, and walked across to the fire pit in the sand, where we plopped down into the wooden Adirondack chairs to chill a bit and let the sun bath our nearly naked torsos. We just sat there talking for nearly an hour. The usual boy chatter; school, tv shows, what sports and music we were into. Even a few silly jokes that only boys can really laugh about. I'm talking farting here...
We both really loved to swim, play soccer and baseball and stuff, and neither of us were really into video games. A rarity it seems, amongst most boys now days. Nick loved going to the movies, same as me. Iron Man and Star Wars, are particular favorites for the both of us.
He confided that he didn't have a lot of close friends; which surprised me, because he's so likable. But then, maybe that's why I'm drawn to him, because I'm pretty shy actually, and I don't have a lot of real close friends either.
By this time, we had walked away from the firepit, and were kind of lying in the short eel grass, which grows liberally in the loose sand of the small dunes. It was cool just to relax, and not be running around. In fact, we both actually dozed off for a few minutes as the cooling sea breezes rinsed over our bodies, offsetting the heat of the afternoon sun.
I kind of woke up slowly, several minutes later though, as I thought I felt something softly brush against my inner thigh. I swished my hand casually at it, thinking some small little bug might have landed there. I opened my eyes, and thought I noticed some movement just to my right, where Nick was.
As I glanced over at him he appeared to still be dozing, but I noticed that Nick's chest was rising and falling a little quickly, like he was breathing heavily. My eyes wandered casually over his reclined torso, and I couldn't help but notice a prominent lump in the front of his board shorts.
My eyes flitted back up to his face, just to be sure he wasn't looking, and then back down to his shorts, where he quite obviously was pitching a tent. Curious... I swallowed hard, a small lump of excitement that was building in my throat.
Taking a deep slow breath, I could feel my own private parts beginning to swell now beneath my own board shorts. Damn... Quickly I rolled over onto my stomach to hide my burgeoning erection which was forming there. Resting my hands on my chin, I furtively looked back at Nick, actually hoping to see his youthful bulge again. His eyes were still closed, but he quietly reached down and gave himself an adjusting squeeze...
"Find some Driftwood there?" I joked suddenly with a sly smile.
"Hmm?" Nick breathed, opening his eyes and looking over at me.
"Driftwood, or is that just regular 'morning' wood?" I teased boldly, glancing down at his shorts again. Nick blushed openly, but then an impish smile crossed his lips and he started laughing.
"Yeah... So what do you think you're hiding lying on your stomach like that?" Nick accused aloud, with a little chuckle.
"What... I'm not hiding anything." I giggled, answering far too quickly; and it was my turn to blush this time. Nick grinned broadly as he rolled my direction, and then breaking into a laugh he sprang on top of me.
Straddling my back and sitting across my hips, Nick began tickling me on my bare sides. I giggled and squirmed as his fingers played softly over my ribs, and I tried to roll over to dislodge him. Nick sprawled forward lying on top of me, and he wrapped his legs around mine, clinging there and still tickling me.
We started wrestling playfully there in the sand, and the next thing I knew, Nick reached down and surprised me by grabbing my groin. "So what's this..?" he giggled knowingly.
"Stop..." I protested loudly, pushing his hand away from my dick. Then, half in surprised anger, and half in excitement I twisted around and took a quick squeeze on his still stiff package as well.
We rolled away from each other, breathing hard and lying on our backs in the sand. I didn't know what I was feeling. I wasn't mad really. He'd just surprised me is all. I mean, grabbing someone's dick is a really bold thing to do; especially when you don't even know them all that well.
"Sorry..." Nick said softly from my left. We both lay there quietly for a moment, and finally I turned and looked at him with a smile.
"Mines bigger." I replied with a huge grin. He looked at me, and slowly regained his boyish grin; relieved that I wasn't really upset about him grabbing at my dick. We both laughed then, like old friends.
"I get em' all the time now! Boners, I mean." Nick confessed with a smile. "Do you?"
"Yeah, me too." I offered, with a nod. "It's the stupid puberty thing I guess." Nick nodded in agreement, and then rolled over onto his side facing me, propping his head up on his hand.
"So..." Nick started, a little hesitantly. "How often do you do it? You know..." He made the familiar jerking motion with his hand, like he'd done up in my bedroom before. I blushed instantly. I felt both awkward, and yet a strange sense of excitement by the naughtiness of what we were talking about.
"I don't know." I backpedaled a little, still feeling a little funny about being so open with him... "Once in a while I guess."
"Yeah, same here." Nick breathed quietly, sounding a little reassured now about the direction of our conversation. He rolled back onto his back again, and I looked over at him. He still had the bulge in his shorts and I smiled wickedly as I stared at it, and him. I had never really talked about this kind of stuff with anyone before; and surprisingly I was kind of eager to talk about it now.
I'd have been way to embarrassed, and vulnerable to talk like this with my friends back home. But, it seemed easier to talk about it with Nick; maybe because we were just new friends, so I didn't feel like I was giving away any secrets about myself.
I looked over at him again, my eyes roving his nearly naked body. He really did look nice, and oddly, I started wondering what his dick looked like under those shorts. We lay there in the sand for another ten minutes or so, just listening to the gulls and watching the water roll in and out.
"Well, I should probable head home." Nick mentioned a few minutes later. "I've been gone all afternoon, and my mom is like yours. She'll be all over me wondering where I wandered off to."
"Yeah... I should probly' head in too, I guess. So... Wanna' hang out tomorrow?" I asked, more than a little hopefully.
"Sure..." Nick was quick to answer, as he hopped up from the sand. "My mom's gonna' drive back into the city in the morning to meet my dad, so... I can stay here, and you can come over to my place around ten if you want."
"Cool... Course I gotta' ask my mom and dad, but I'm sure they won't mind" I answered. Nick gave me a timid smile, and a little wave as he turned and started to leave. "Hey..." I called out to him, and he looked back at me. "Don't play with it too much..." I laughed, jerking my fist in the air. Nick just shook his head and laughed, and he waved again without looking back as he hurried off down the beach.
I watched after him for a minute or so, then turned and hurried back up past the firepit and up the steps to the back deck. When I went inside I looked for my mom in the kitchen, but she wasn't there. I found her with my dad, making out on the couch in the living room. Gross...
"Mom... Geeze, get a room." I chastised. They both looked back at me and laughed.
"Hi honey." She said, glancing past me. "Where's your little friend?"
"He had to head back home." I responded. "Is it okay if I hang out with him again tomorrow?"
"Sure, don't see why not." My dad answered thoughtfully, nodding to my mother. "We're on vacation, so we don't have any real plans. Your mom and I were going to drive into the village to shop and look around a little. But you don't have to go if you would rather stay around here with your friend. As long as you stay close, and out of trouble." He added pointedly.
"Dad, when do I ever get into trouble?" I replied, with my most angelic look and innocent smile...
Later that evening I went back upstairs to by bedroom for the night. It was still warm in the house, so I slid the bedroom window open to let the evening sea breeze cool it down a little. I stripped out of my board shorts, and having previously locked the bedroom door, I didn't even bother to put anything else on.
A buddy of mine at school had mentioned that he always slept in the nude, and he loved it; so about a month ago I had actually started sleeping naked myself. I love the feel of unrestricted freedom under the covers. No PJ's to tangle around you when you roll over, and no undies to bind your goodies. I certainly wasn't about to start wearing anything here at the beach, in the summertime.
With a leap I dove naked onto the bed, rolling in mid air and landing on my back with a bounce in the middle of the bed. Lying there, fingers laced behind my head, I started to think about everything that had happened today. Things had really worked out quite well, meeting another boy my age to hang out with. And, he was cool.
Which of course got me thinking more about him. Nick, my new friend. He really was petty cool; and with as shy as I usually am, I was pretty surprised that we had talked about boners, and jerking off and stuff. I smiled thinly to myself, and thinking about his tanned body, I wondered again what his dick might look like.
Surprisingly, I felt my insides start to do that butterfly tingly thing again, and the next thing I knew I had started to bone up. I looked down at my young naked body, sprawled out there on the bed, and watched as my penis slowly twitched and began to move on its own across my smooth bare pubic mound as it stiffened.
Is there any doubt about what happened next? Slowly, erotically I rubbed my palms across the flat of my belly, sliding them downward over my inner thighs, simply enjoying the satin like feel of my smooth boylike skin. Drawing my hands back up my thighs, I began caressing my silky boy pouch, gently fingering my nuggets.
"Mmm..." I sighed quietly, moistening my lips with my tongue. Rocking my hips a bit from side to side I palm massaged my tumescent boy pickle, rubbing it with interest and purpose. I kept at it for a minute, and then took a moment to slide my foreskin down off my purplish glans. Raising my hand to my mouth, I spit a little on my fingertips and then reached down to massage the spittle onto my shiny plum. "Mmm..." I moaned again.
Pulling my foreskin up over the tip again, I began sliding the loose skin all over my slickened knob. "Uh...ohhh..." Shit that always feels so good, and I pumped my hips upward to work it even more. "Oh, oh man..."
Because I'm only twelve, I haven't lived long enough to know if there are any feelings more wonderful than those you get while masturbating, and ultimately cumming. If so, I doubt I can handle it, cause these feeling are the best thing I can imagine.
"Ohhh...." I sighed joyfully, then began the steady stoking of my stiff boy stick. My hips squirmed with pleasure, heightening the erotic feelings of youthful masturbation. I closed my eyes to help me fantasize, and to my surprise the first image that came to mind was that of Nick. It was kind of strange, but then again; as soon as I thought of him, and his firm tanned skin, my arousal definitely increased.
"Ohh, uhhh... Uhhh..." I sighed and squirmed quietly as I imagined Nick's nicely lean body, the warm bronze tan, and that boy bulge he'd popped while lying on the beach. The more I pictured it in my mind, the more I wanted to see it in real life. "Ohh, oh, the feeling were rising.
While I continued to stroke myself with the fingertips of my left hand, I used the other hand to caress my nakedness. Sliding it all over my upper thigh and my hip, then around and over the firm round bulb of my right butt cheek. "Mmm... Mm..."
I cupped my firm cheek, then slid underneath caressing the warm skin of my butt crack. Damn that felt so good... Encouraged, I slid my right foot up toward my butt, bending at the knee, making it easier to trace my crevice, and find the little puckered ring of my boylike anus. My fingertips traced a warm, sensuous path and brushed over the clutch of pink skin, and, "Oh man... Ohhh...."
The feelings in my loins were beginning to churn inside me by this point, and my legs twitched from time to time. Involuntary reactions to the stimulus I was administering. My stroke quickened then, as I felt the impending build up. I turned my head to the side to burry my face in my pillow, trying to muffle the growing sounds of my moaning.
"Oh geeze... Oh... Oh man..." I grunted from deep in my chest. My thighs tingled and went taut, my toes bent with the intensity of pre orgasm, as everything broke loose. I could feel it rush through my groin, the hot seed of youthful pleasure.
With one last stifled but deep moan, my stomach seized inward, and I forced my eyes open to watch the expulsion of clearish white goo as my orgasm exploded from me. My eyes went wide, seeing the boy honey spurt out and splat high on my stomach. "Uhhhhh..." One final groan of pleasure as another pulse raced to catch the first...
Then the electric current of joy was switched off, and my tensed muscles all collapsed, letting my body slump onto the bedding. "Holy fuck..." I whispered, or groaned. My breathing was rapid, and I shivered violently in aftermath of the big release.
Drawing in a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. By instinct, I squeezed my still firm boy tube, milking it from the base of my shaft. Several sticky clearish drops dribbled out of my swollen tip, clinging to it, and making me cringe as my finger rolled over the tip smearing it away...
I examined the sticky residue on my finger. This was so cool. Seems like every week I shoot a little bit more. It’s only been three months since I started jerking off; well three months and six day to be precise... But each week the quantity seems to have increased. I started with only about two or three nice drops, but now... Shit, I was up to two full fledged squirts now, and a dribble or two to boot. This was one of my best, and I figured the erotic thoughts and images in my mind of Nick had inspired me.
It occurred to me that my new friend was having quite the effect on me. Was it weird that I was wondering what his boyhood looked like? That I was stimulated by the thought of it? I mean, I've never thought much about boys, or girls for that matter. Jacking off was a pleasure unto itself, and I used to just concentrate on the wonderful feelings it gave me.
But tonight, well. Tonight I was definitely thinking about... About a boy... And I instantly wondered if Nick had, or was jacking off in his own house. And if he was, what was he thinking about while he did it... Oh man, that would be... Cool.
I was suddenly very tired. It had been a pretty long day, most of it out in the sun, running around on the beach with my new friend, and all of a sudden my eyes felt really heavy. In fact, they began to close, and off I went to dreamland; with dribbles of still drying boy honey on my belly...
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"Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older."
( Quote from Finding Neverland )
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So, don't think for a second that we're rich or anything, because we're certainly not. Not by any stretch. The truth is, my dad works for Global Tech, in product development.
A worker bee. A drone like everyone else who works there. But, he happens to be friends with one of the big wigs in the company, apparently an old college buddy of his, or something like that. And, since he and his family will be spending their time vacationing in Paris this summer, he offered my dad a chance to spend a week at their summer house in the Hamptons.
Yippee... Cause that's about the only way we'd ever get to have a place like this. So there we were, making our way to the Hamptons to spend the third week of July at his beach house. Sounds kinda cool I guess. But, it also sucks, because you know you are living in someone else's affluence, and not your own. Plus, for a twelve-year-old boy, having to spend all week with just your parents; well, that part kinda sucks.
Yeah, it really sucks sometimes, being a tween and an only child. I asked if one of my friends could come along with us, so at least I'd have someone to mess around with, but... Dad said he didn't want to 'abuse' the offer of using the house.
After driving for what seemed like ages, we finally pulled into a little village store, just off the beach and down a mile or so from the borrowed beach house. My folks wanted to stop in and get some groceries and supplies for our stay. I declined going into the store with them though, opting to sit out in the SUV and listen to some tunes on my iPhone.
As kids do, I became bored after a short time, and it got to be too hot sitting in the car, so I got out and walked across the small parking lot, so that I could climb up and sit on the little stone seawall which separated the beach from the road. It was kinda' cool because the beach was just on the other side of it; and there was a long wooden jetty that angled out into the water.
It looked like there were a few people standing out at the end of it, listlessly casting their fishing lines off the small pier into the water. It was a typical Norman Rockwell kind of view, something you might see pictured in some vacation magazine somewhere.
But what really caught my eye was another kid, about my own age sitting alone on the jetty out to the pier. He was dangling his legs over the side, his tanned bare feet grazing the water as he casually swung his legs back and forth. The boy was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, with the cuffs rolled up several turns to about mid calf, and he was wearing a white tank top, that fluttered slightly in the sea breeze.
I wondered if he lived around here someplace, or was just visiting like I was. He was really tanned though, so I figured he must hang out at the beach a lot. The boy looked pretty trim, and his dirty blond, shoulder length hair looked really nice on him, and accentuated his very boylike, sun bronzed features.
"Danny..!" I heard my dad calling from somewhere behind me. I turned my head
back to see that he was standing by the SUV, motioning for me to come back to the vehicle. Taking one last look out at the boy on the pier, I swung my legs around on the seawall and hopped off of it to run back across the road to our car.
"How's it look?" My dad asked hopefully.
"Cool..." I responded. "The beach is just right there. I can't wait to go swimming." My dad gave me a big smile and finished loading the last of the groceries into the back of the vehicle. We pulled back out onto the small road, turning to the left and heading down the frontage road that roughly paralleled the beach. It wasn't very far at all to the house; which was cool, cause I'd be able to walk the beach back to the pier and explore.
We pulled up to an awesome looking beach front house. It was huge by my standards. I mean, this was only a 'summer house', but it was every bit as big and bigger than our own house back in the city.
There was a huge deck running the length of the house on the beach side, and it was split into three tiers, with a hot tub built into the lower section. Just off the deck on the beach was a private area, with a big firepit which was surrounded by some old weathered, wooden Adirondack style beach chairs placed casually around it.
I stood leaning on the deck railing for a few minutes, just staring wondrously out at the beach and the sparkling waters beyond. My dad had opened up the house, and when he opened the French doors, I went inside for the first time. It was pretty cool as well.
Though it was decorated in a fairly modern way, it was still casual, leaving no doubt that you were at the beach. The house had three stories, more or less, though the way it was spread out it had a very open and spacious feel to it. My room was up on the second level facing the ocean. It was a lot bigger than my bedroom back home, and even had its own private bathroom.
I pulled open the curtains, flooding bright summer daylight into the room; and discovered that it also had a private little deck, or lanai of its own, just through a set of French style doors.
"Cool." I muttered, opening the window paned doors and wandering out onto the small deck. I looked out over the beach again with a wide smile, as the fresh sea breeze washed over me. I could smell the tang of salt in the air, and hear the squawk of seagulls soaring somewhere off in the distance as they rode the warm currents of air. Grabbing at my tee shirt, I quickly striped it off over my head and with a smile I turned to go back into my room.
As boys do, I was wont to check out the beach and do a little exploring. I hurried into the small bathroom and stepped out of my pants, dropping them and my red boxer briefs to the floor. The long drive had stretched my bladder, and standing in front of the gleaming porcelain toilet for a moment, I took a much needed, and relieving pee.
After the last dribbles rippled the water in the toilet, I vigorously shook off a few stray drops, milking my little tuber for a moment; which of course caused my young boytube to begin stiffening up a bit. Ah, puberty...
No surprise to me really. It's been doing that a lot lately. Apparently puberty had started its renovation of my boy bits some two or three months back, and the changes were starting to become evident.
I didn't need my school health class to tell me that though. My frequently reoccurring boners, and the dozen or so soft, silky little dark pubes that were just beginning to grow in around the base of my dick, was all the proof I needed for that.
I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching with interest as I slowly slid my soft, pliable foreskin back, exposing the shiny purplish head of my young penis. My little sausage had grown bigger lately as well. It was three inches long when soft, and swelled to about four and a half inches when I boned up. Did I mention that it was doing that a lot lately..?
I smiled at the way it looked in the mirror. I mean, it was no prize winner by any means; quite average I'm sure, but for a twelve year old boy, any change from boyhood is much anticipated. I smiled again at the reflection, and gave it a little tug just for the heck of it.
My eyes shifted to the rest of my reflection in the mirror. I kinda like the way my body looks, you know... I don't know if that's weird or not, liking you own body, but I do. It's still very boylike, but in a refined kind of way. Lean, firm stomach, but starting to show some definition. Still watching my reflection, I slid my palm across the flat of my stomach, and then slowly traced it up to my chest, stopping for a moment to idly explore my small nipples, which seemed to protrude just a bit now; yet another sign of puberty.
My skin feels so soft and smooth as well, and I smiled curiously, as my thoughts began to wander somewhat, and I fantasized about my youthful reflection. Normally I might want to hop onto my bed and finger my boy parts a little longer, since I'd recently discovered the intense feelings that accompany that practice, but I decided to ignore 'my precious' for now; since I was equally excited about checking out the beach.
Pulling my foreskin sheath back over my bell end, I walked naked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. I had tossed my rucksack onto the bed, and I rummaged through it now to find, and slip into a pair of board shorts.
Tramping down the stairs to the main floor, I headed for the doors of the deck, but my parents interceded, forcing me to eat lunch first. And then I had to listen to a litany of rules about my not swimming in the ocean alone, or wandering off too far without letting them know that I was going, and on, and on...
"Geeze dad, I'm twelve, not two..." I complained.
"Exactly Danny, you're twelve, not twenty two." My dad replied somewhat sarcastically. I don't know why parents can’t trust you to be smart and stay out of trouble. I mean, when has a twelve-year-old ever done something stupid... Right...
So with my parents rules firmly ingrained in my immature twelve-year-old brain, I slipped into a pair of Nike flip flops and headed out the back toward the beach. Walking around the firepit, and out past the sand drift fences and onto the small hillocks of sandy dunes. With a smile on my face, I stood atop one of the low sand dunes and watched the waves roll in for a few minutes; and then had the sudden urge to run...
Kicking out of my flip flops, I tossed them loosely up by the fire pit, and wearing nothing but my red colored board shorts I took off running at a fast jog and headed off down the beach, staying near the edge of the water so that it rolled up and over my feet, splashing my legs and shorts. I jogged quite a ways down the shoreline, passing a few beachcombers and a few hearty swimmers along the way.
Finally I slowed to a walk, and pushed my fingers back through my longish, light brown hair, smoothing it back into an organized mess. Stooping, I picked up little bits of beach debris, driftwood and whatnot, and then tossed them with a splash into the water. Hey, it's boy stuff. You'd understand if you ever were one. I had jogged past several other beach houses during my run, and I was coming up on another one now.
Glancing up at the house, I noticed someone sitting there on the railing that circled the deck, and I was a bit surprised to see that it appeared to be the same blond haired kid that I had seen sitting on the jetty earlier in the day.
It looked like he had changed into a simple pair of board shorts, and he was just sitting there casually watching me. Then, when he noticed that I had seen him, he lifted his hand in a brief wave. I smiled up at him, returning the informal greeting. We kind of looked at each other a bit awkwardly for a moment, and then I stooped once again to pick up another piece of driftwood.
I turned and took a few running steps toward the water, and threw the stick out over the small incoming wave. Indifferently I glanced back toward the house at the railing, but was a little disappointed actually when I didn't see the other boy sitting up on the deck anymore.
Turning back toward the water, I continued my exploration down the strip of beach, grabbing up other pieces of beach debris from the sand. And that's when I saw him again, the boy, walking across the sand in my general direction. When he got closer to me, he bent over and picked up a small piece of driftwood as well, tossing it overhand toward the water. He stopped a dozen or so feet away from me, looking out distractedly over the waves.
"Hey..." he said offhandedly, with a casual glance at me.
"Hi." I answered back, turning to chuck my own stick at the nearest receding wave.
"I haven't seen you before. Are you here on vacation, or..?" The boy asked me in a casual tone.
"Uh huh... We're here on vacation, I mean." I replied, glancing again at the boy. Up close now, I could see that he was a really cute looking kid. For whatever reason, it wasn't lost on me, that this is how I saw him. Not average looking, not dorky looking, but cute.
Guess that's pretty normal. First impressions of people are usually by the way they look, shallow though that may be. This boy definitely would be described as cute. He looked to be about an inch or so taller than me, so maybe around five foot three, and he had a very boyish face, with a small nose and vivid, deep green eyes.
I mentioned before that he was lean and very fit looking with a lithe swimmers type build, a nice tan, and topped off by fairly long, shoulder length dirty blond hair. Could be a very light brown maybe, awash with summer blond highlights. It looked nice though, and I smiled warmly at him.
"I'm Nick." He offered suddenly, as I stood more or less staring at him, oddly intrigued by his intense green eyes.
"Uh oh, hi..." I finally managed. "Yeah, I'm Danny." I nodded once with an embarrassed but friendly smile. He grinned shyly, and stooped down to pick up another stick from the warm sand. "Do you live there?" I asked, pointing back toward nearby beach house. He glanced back at the quaint, yet fairly large house and nodded.
"We spend the summer months here. My mom and me, mostly! And my dad comes down when he's not working and stuff." I noticed that he was casually looking at me, well, looking at my body it seemed; like he was checking me out. Our eyes met, and I saw him blush a little, as he quickly looked away, reaching down to pick up another little chunk of drift wood.
We stood there silently for several moments, each of us tossing things out towards the sparkling waters, which rolled listlessly in and out with the surf. I glanced over at the other boy again; my turn I guess, to give him a thorough look over. Surprisingly, I found myself still intrigued by the other boy's good looks, and his piercing eyes.
Weird I guess... A boy being interested in another boy like that. But for some reason, I just was. "So... You maybe wanna' hang out for awhile?" I ventured hesitantly.
"Sure, that would be cool." he responded, almost too quickly. I got the impression he might be bored with no one to play with. Perhaps a bit lonely even.
We started strolling down the beach together, running in and out of the water as it came up in lapping waves that rolled across our bare, sandy feet. Nick's shorts got splashed a bit, as he ventured too close one time, and when I laughed at him, he playfully kicked water at me. We laughed as we ran along, splashing each other and running down the beach, hopping and giggling joyously under the summer sun. That's the thing about boys. Unlike adults, we're not so standoffish. We can meet another kid, and within minutes we can interact and play as if we'd known each other forever. A lesson for adults perhaps...
The time flew, and for several hours we explored along the sandy shoreline, tirelessly searching for new stuff, and different things to experiment and play with. Youthful curiosity and imagination at its best. I had taken a really quick liking to Nick. He was quick with a smile, easy to talk to, and he had a likeability about him that was undeniable.
Nick really seemed to like me as well. We had both crouched down on our haunches to examine the contents of a small tide pool that had gathered in the sand and rocks, and without thought as we studied the pool, Nick rested his hand on my shoulder, as if we were lifelong friends.
At length we plopped down on the beach to relax for a bit. Nick lay on his back in the sand with his fingers laced behind his head for support. I had sprawled out in the sand alongside him, and looked casually over at my new friend. His torso was so smooth and tanned; his armpits were equally smooth and bare, and his long legs were virtually hairless as well, right down to his small, quaint feet.
Nick glanced over at me and smiled shyly. I was struck again by those shining green eyes. They were an intense emerald green, and they seemed to hold your gaze, almost hypnotically. Somehow you just didn't want to look away. "What..?" he asked, noticing that I was essentially staring at him. His thin eyebrows dipped inquisitively.
"Nothin..." I answered. "You, you just have really cool eyes, that's all." Well shit... I blushed. What twelve-year-old boy says stuff like that to another boy? He'll think I'm weird or something... However...
"Thanks." he replied, an appreciative grin crossing his features. I smiled lamely back, then blushing again I looked back out toward the water. What the hell? I've never acted like this before around other people...
We lay there for several minutes, just watching the surf; but from the corner of my eye, I noticed that Nick kept looking over and watching me as well. It felt like he was checking me out or something. Since I was propped up on my elbows, for some reason I flexed my bicep when I thought he was watching me.
Now seriously, what the fuck was that about. It's almost like I was trying to impress him or something. Almost like stupid adults do, when they hold in their gut trying to impress a woman. 'Geeze Danny', I thought to myself... What a dipshit...
After a while, we decided we should head back up the beach toward our respective houses. I had been gone a long time, and I'm pretty sure my parents would be wondering where I'd gotten off to, and they would be preparing another speech about my learning to be responsible.
Reluctantly I hopped up from the sand, and looking back down at Nick, I offered my hand to help him to his feet. He took it, and as I pulled on his hand he leaped up, lunging playfully at me as we both tumbled backwards onto the sand. Boylike instinct took over, and we were quickly wrestling around and giggling like old friends for several minutes as we rolled on the warm, grainy beach.
We finally climbed to our feet again and started walking together back up the beach, talking all the while about whatever came to mind. It was fun getting to know my new friend a little better, and we seemed to have a lot in common.
When we got back to the area of beach in front of where Nick lived, he surprised me by asking if he could walk on with me, wanting to see where I was staying up the beach. I was more than happy to have him come with. Because I really liked him, and, I figured if my mom and dad were bent about my being gone so long, they couldn't be too mad about it if I had a new friend with me. Yes, boys are always scheming to stay out of trouble...
We walked up the beach and across the low dunes past the drift fences. I stepped into my flip flops, that I had abandoned there when I had first gone out, and we walked past the firepit toward the house.
"Cool place..." Nick remarked as we climbed the back steps to the deck.
"Yeah, my dad's boss owns it. We get to use it for the week. Cone on in." I offered as we topped the steps. We went to the sliding glass door and I kicked off my flips; customary at most beach houses. Nick was barefoot, but he wiped his feet on the mat so he wouldn't track any stray sand into the house.
As I expected, my mom gave me the 'where have you been' look, as we walked into the kitchen. "Hi mom..." I said cheerfully trying to set a positive, you can't be mad at me tone. "Mom, this is my new friend Nick. He lives down the beach, and we were just hangin out, right on the beach and stuff, and we..."
"I know what you're up to young man." She retorted, with a wry look. "Next time, let us know where you are going, alright? Hello Nick." She added, turning to smile at my new friend. "Are you boys hungry?" she offered. I turned, smiling and nodding at Nick.
"Yes please..." Nick and I replied together, then laughed.
"Alright then," she said with a bemused smile. "I'll make you guys some tuna sandwiches then, if that's okay." She smiled at Nick. We both nodded affirmation, and I elbowed him.
"Come on, we can wait up in my room." I prompted, turning and urging him toward the stairway. Nick followed me quickly up the stairs and into my temporary bedroom.
"This is pretty cool." He commented, as he looked around the spacious room. "Whoa, you got your own private bathroom up here..."
"Yeah I know, cool huh. Gives me a little more privacy to, uh..." My voice trailed off, and Nick looked over at me with a crooked smile.
"Privacy to do what? Go on, say what you were thinking..." he laughed with a knowing look.
"Nuthin." I replied quickly, blushing just a bit.
"Yeah, 'Nut-in' alright..." Nick grinned, as he feigned a distinctive jerking motion in the air with his closed fist.
"No..." I protested, blushing in earnest now, thoroughly embarrassed. "That's not what I meant." But Nick just nodded and started laughing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I couldn't help it, and started laughing as well. I guess it's a pretty universal thing. Pubescent boys masturbate. It's what we do. And at the same time, we pretend we don't, and deny it vehemently to other boys just to save face; knowing all the while that they do it as well. Guess that's what they mean by a 'circle of lies.' Well, in this case, a 'circle jerk of lies' maybe.
"Boys... Your lunch is ready." My mother called up to us from the bottom of the stairs. We were both still giggling a little as we headed down to the kitchen, where we sat up on the swivel stools at the counter to eat the tuna sandwiches my mom had fixed us.
Sitting on the stools, Nick giggled again and swung out his bare foot under the counter, to hit mine and perpetuate our private little joke. We both laughed again, causing my mom to give us that, 'what are you two on about' look.
"Boys..." she muttered, shaking her head amusedly as she walked back into the kitchen.
We sat at the counter and ate our sandwiches, and I couldn't help but look over at Nick as we sat there. I really liked this kid. In the few hours that I'd known him, we'd really kind of bonded, and he felt more like an old friend, than a new one. We were still wearing nothing but our board shorts, and as I sat there munching on my Frito's and glancing at him while we ate, we swiveled back and forth on the stools and I couldn't help but notice his nice tan line where his shorts gapped a bit in back.
I suddenly started to get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. The creamy white band of untanned skin and the inch or so of exposed smooth butt crack just seemed really intriguing to me somehow. It felt like butterflies were fluttering around in my belly. What the heck? I suddenly realized what I was thinking. That seeing the smooth skin at the top of his bum felt kind of... Well, erotic. Sexy somehow. WTF...
We finished our lunch, and after thanking my mom, Nick and I went outside onto the deck. The warm afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the cooling little breeze felt pretty nice against the bare skin of our shirtless bodies.
Nick and I trotted down the steps, and walked across to the fire pit in the sand, where we plopped down into the wooden Adirondack chairs to chill a bit and let the sun bath our nearly naked torsos. We just sat there talking for nearly an hour. The usual boy chatter; school, tv shows, what sports and music we were into. Even a few silly jokes that only boys can really laugh about. I'm talking farting here...
We both really loved to swim, play soccer and baseball and stuff, and neither of us were really into video games. A rarity it seems, amongst most boys now days. Nick loved going to the movies, same as me. Iron Man and Star Wars, are particular favorites for the both of us.
He confided that he didn't have a lot of close friends; which surprised me, because he's so likable. But then, maybe that's why I'm drawn to him, because I'm pretty shy actually, and I don't have a lot of real close friends either.
By this time, we had walked away from the firepit, and were kind of lying in the short eel grass, which grows liberally in the loose sand of the small dunes. It was cool just to relax, and not be running around. In fact, we both actually dozed off for a few minutes as the cooling sea breezes rinsed over our bodies, offsetting the heat of the afternoon sun.
I kind of woke up slowly, several minutes later though, as I thought I felt something softly brush against my inner thigh. I swished my hand casually at it, thinking some small little bug might have landed there. I opened my eyes, and thought I noticed some movement just to my right, where Nick was.
As I glanced over at him he appeared to still be dozing, but I noticed that Nick's chest was rising and falling a little quickly, like he was breathing heavily. My eyes wandered casually over his reclined torso, and I couldn't help but notice a prominent lump in the front of his board shorts.
My eyes flitted back up to his face, just to be sure he wasn't looking, and then back down to his shorts, where he quite obviously was pitching a tent. Curious... I swallowed hard, a small lump of excitement that was building in my throat.
Taking a deep slow breath, I could feel my own private parts beginning to swell now beneath my own board shorts. Damn... Quickly I rolled over onto my stomach to hide my burgeoning erection which was forming there. Resting my hands on my chin, I furtively looked back at Nick, actually hoping to see his youthful bulge again. His eyes were still closed, but he quietly reached down and gave himself an adjusting squeeze...
"Find some Driftwood there?" I joked suddenly with a sly smile.
"Hmm?" Nick breathed, opening his eyes and looking over at me.
"Driftwood, or is that just regular 'morning' wood?" I teased boldly, glancing down at his shorts again. Nick blushed openly, but then an impish smile crossed his lips and he started laughing.
"Yeah... So what do you think you're hiding lying on your stomach like that?" Nick accused aloud, with a little chuckle.
"What... I'm not hiding anything." I giggled, answering far too quickly; and it was my turn to blush this time. Nick grinned broadly as he rolled my direction, and then breaking into a laugh he sprang on top of me.
Straddling my back and sitting across my hips, Nick began tickling me on my bare sides. I giggled and squirmed as his fingers played softly over my ribs, and I tried to roll over to dislodge him. Nick sprawled forward lying on top of me, and he wrapped his legs around mine, clinging there and still tickling me.
We started wrestling playfully there in the sand, and the next thing I knew, Nick reached down and surprised me by grabbing my groin. "So what's this..?" he giggled knowingly.
"Stop..." I protested loudly, pushing his hand away from my dick. Then, half in surprised anger, and half in excitement I twisted around and took a quick squeeze on his still stiff package as well.
We rolled away from each other, breathing hard and lying on our backs in the sand. I didn't know what I was feeling. I wasn't mad really. He'd just surprised me is all. I mean, grabbing someone's dick is a really bold thing to do; especially when you don't even know them all that well.
"Sorry..." Nick said softly from my left. We both lay there quietly for a moment, and finally I turned and looked at him with a smile.
"Mines bigger." I replied with a huge grin. He looked at me, and slowly regained his boyish grin; relieved that I wasn't really upset about him grabbing at my dick. We both laughed then, like old friends.
"I get em' all the time now! Boners, I mean." Nick confessed with a smile. "Do you?"
"Yeah, me too." I offered, with a nod. "It's the stupid puberty thing I guess." Nick nodded in agreement, and then rolled over onto his side facing me, propping his head up on his hand.
"So..." Nick started, a little hesitantly. "How often do you do it? You know..." He made the familiar jerking motion with his hand, like he'd done up in my bedroom before. I blushed instantly. I felt both awkward, and yet a strange sense of excitement by the naughtiness of what we were talking about.
"I don't know." I backpedaled a little, still feeling a little funny about being so open with him... "Once in a while I guess."
"Yeah, same here." Nick breathed quietly, sounding a little reassured now about the direction of our conversation. He rolled back onto his back again, and I looked over at him. He still had the bulge in his shorts and I smiled wickedly as I stared at it, and him. I had never really talked about this kind of stuff with anyone before; and surprisingly I was kind of eager to talk about it now.
I'd have been way to embarrassed, and vulnerable to talk like this with my friends back home. But, it seemed easier to talk about it with Nick; maybe because we were just new friends, so I didn't feel like I was giving away any secrets about myself.
I looked over at him again, my eyes roving his nearly naked body. He really did look nice, and oddly, I started wondering what his dick looked like under those shorts. We lay there in the sand for another ten minutes or so, just listening to the gulls and watching the water roll in and out.
"Well, I should probable head home." Nick mentioned a few minutes later. "I've been gone all afternoon, and my mom is like yours. She'll be all over me wondering where I wandered off to."
"Yeah... I should probly' head in too, I guess. So... Wanna' hang out tomorrow?" I asked, more than a little hopefully.
"Sure..." Nick was quick to answer, as he hopped up from the sand. "My mom's gonna' drive back into the city in the morning to meet my dad, so... I can stay here, and you can come over to my place around ten if you want."
"Cool... Course I gotta' ask my mom and dad, but I'm sure they won't mind" I answered. Nick gave me a timid smile, and a little wave as he turned and started to leave. "Hey..." I called out to him, and he looked back at me. "Don't play with it too much..." I laughed, jerking my fist in the air. Nick just shook his head and laughed, and he waved again without looking back as he hurried off down the beach.
I watched after him for a minute or so, then turned and hurried back up past the firepit and up the steps to the back deck. When I went inside I looked for my mom in the kitchen, but she wasn't there. I found her with my dad, making out on the couch in the living room. Gross...
"Mom... Geeze, get a room." I chastised. They both looked back at me and laughed.
"Hi honey." She said, glancing past me. "Where's your little friend?"
"He had to head back home." I responded. "Is it okay if I hang out with him again tomorrow?"
"Sure, don't see why not." My dad answered thoughtfully, nodding to my mother. "We're on vacation, so we don't have any real plans. Your mom and I were going to drive into the village to shop and look around a little. But you don't have to go if you would rather stay around here with your friend. As long as you stay close, and out of trouble." He added pointedly.
"Dad, when do I ever get into trouble?" I replied, with my most angelic look and innocent smile...
Later that evening I went back upstairs to by bedroom for the night. It was still warm in the house, so I slid the bedroom window open to let the evening sea breeze cool it down a little. I stripped out of my board shorts, and having previously locked the bedroom door, I didn't even bother to put anything else on.
A buddy of mine at school had mentioned that he always slept in the nude, and he loved it; so about a month ago I had actually started sleeping naked myself. I love the feel of unrestricted freedom under the covers. No PJ's to tangle around you when you roll over, and no undies to bind your goodies. I certainly wasn't about to start wearing anything here at the beach, in the summertime.
With a leap I dove naked onto the bed, rolling in mid air and landing on my back with a bounce in the middle of the bed. Lying there, fingers laced behind my head, I started to think about everything that had happened today. Things had really worked out quite well, meeting another boy my age to hang out with. And, he was cool.
Which of course got me thinking more about him. Nick, my new friend. He really was petty cool; and with as shy as I usually am, I was pretty surprised that we had talked about boners, and jerking off and stuff. I smiled thinly to myself, and thinking about his tanned body, I wondered again what his dick might look like.
Surprisingly, I felt my insides start to do that butterfly tingly thing again, and the next thing I knew I had started to bone up. I looked down at my young naked body, sprawled out there on the bed, and watched as my penis slowly twitched and began to move on its own across my smooth bare pubic mound as it stiffened.
Is there any doubt about what happened next? Slowly, erotically I rubbed my palms across the flat of my belly, sliding them downward over my inner thighs, simply enjoying the satin like feel of my smooth boylike skin. Drawing my hands back up my thighs, I began caressing my silky boy pouch, gently fingering my nuggets.
"Mmm..." I sighed quietly, moistening my lips with my tongue. Rocking my hips a bit from side to side I palm massaged my tumescent boy pickle, rubbing it with interest and purpose. I kept at it for a minute, and then took a moment to slide my foreskin down off my purplish glans. Raising my hand to my mouth, I spit a little on my fingertips and then reached down to massage the spittle onto my shiny plum. "Mmm..." I moaned again.
Pulling my foreskin up over the tip again, I began sliding the loose skin all over my slickened knob. "Uh...ohhh..." Shit that always feels so good, and I pumped my hips upward to work it even more. "Oh, oh man..."
Because I'm only twelve, I haven't lived long enough to know if there are any feelings more wonderful than those you get while masturbating, and ultimately cumming. If so, I doubt I can handle it, cause these feeling are the best thing I can imagine.
"Ohhh...." I sighed joyfully, then began the steady stoking of my stiff boy stick. My hips squirmed with pleasure, heightening the erotic feelings of youthful masturbation. I closed my eyes to help me fantasize, and to my surprise the first image that came to mind was that of Nick. It was kind of strange, but then again; as soon as I thought of him, and his firm tanned skin, my arousal definitely increased.
"Ohh, uhhh... Uhhh..." I sighed and squirmed quietly as I imagined Nick's nicely lean body, the warm bronze tan, and that boy bulge he'd popped while lying on the beach. The more I pictured it in my mind, the more I wanted to see it in real life. "Ohh, oh, the feeling were rising.
While I continued to stroke myself with the fingertips of my left hand, I used the other hand to caress my nakedness. Sliding it all over my upper thigh and my hip, then around and over the firm round bulb of my right butt cheek. "Mmm... Mm..."
I cupped my firm cheek, then slid underneath caressing the warm skin of my butt crack. Damn that felt so good... Encouraged, I slid my right foot up toward my butt, bending at the knee, making it easier to trace my crevice, and find the little puckered ring of my boylike anus. My fingertips traced a warm, sensuous path and brushed over the clutch of pink skin, and, "Oh man... Ohhh...."
The feelings in my loins were beginning to churn inside me by this point, and my legs twitched from time to time. Involuntary reactions to the stimulus I was administering. My stroke quickened then, as I felt the impending build up. I turned my head to the side to burry my face in my pillow, trying to muffle the growing sounds of my moaning.
"Oh geeze... Oh... Oh man..." I grunted from deep in my chest. My thighs tingled and went taut, my toes bent with the intensity of pre orgasm, as everything broke loose. I could feel it rush through my groin, the hot seed of youthful pleasure.
With one last stifled but deep moan, my stomach seized inward, and I forced my eyes open to watch the expulsion of clearish white goo as my orgasm exploded from me. My eyes went wide, seeing the boy honey spurt out and splat high on my stomach. "Uhhhhh..." One final groan of pleasure as another pulse raced to catch the first...
Then the electric current of joy was switched off, and my tensed muscles all collapsed, letting my body slump onto the bedding. "Holy fuck..." I whispered, or groaned. My breathing was rapid, and I shivered violently in aftermath of the big release.
Drawing in a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. By instinct, I squeezed my still firm boy tube, milking it from the base of my shaft. Several sticky clearish drops dribbled out of my swollen tip, clinging to it, and making me cringe as my finger rolled over the tip smearing it away...
I examined the sticky residue on my finger. This was so cool. Seems like every week I shoot a little bit more. It’s only been three months since I started jerking off; well three months and six day to be precise... But each week the quantity seems to have increased. I started with only about two or three nice drops, but now... Shit, I was up to two full fledged squirts now, and a dribble or two to boot. This was one of my best, and I figured the erotic thoughts and images in my mind of Nick had inspired me.
It occurred to me that my new friend was having quite the effect on me. Was it weird that I was wondering what his boyhood looked like? That I was stimulated by the thought of it? I mean, I've never thought much about boys, or girls for that matter. Jacking off was a pleasure unto itself, and I used to just concentrate on the wonderful feelings it gave me.
But tonight, well. Tonight I was definitely thinking about... About a boy... And I instantly wondered if Nick had, or was jacking off in his own house. And if he was, what was he thinking about while he did it... Oh man, that would be... Cool.
I was suddenly very tired. It had been a pretty long day, most of it out in the sun, running around on the beach with my new friend, and all of a sudden my eyes felt really heavy. In fact, they began to close, and off I went to dreamland; with dribbles of still drying boy honey on my belly...
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~~ End Of Chapter One ~~
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