Summer House In The Hamptons
Chapter 02
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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*Excerpt from Chapter One *
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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I woke to the sound of my mom calling up to me the next morning from downstairs, saying that breakfast would ready soon. Still lying on my bed, I smiled briefly at the pleasant memory of last night's epic ejaculation. Then I stretched away the last remnants of my nights sleep, clearing my mind of old thoughts and dreams and becoming tuned in to the coming day.
Pulling myself off the bed, I walked naked into my adjoining bathroom and stared bleary eyed at myself in the large mirror over the sink, before stepping in front of the toilet for my morning pee. As the stream started, it squirted off to one side for a moment; my pee slit glued partially shut with residue of last night's jerkoff session.
"Damn..." I muttered, as I had to wipe off the rim of the toilet with some tissue. Shaking my head, I turned to the small walk in shower stall. There was still plenty of room in there, and it even had two shower heads staged at different levels. Turning the warm water on, I stood and let it rinse over me, flowing refreshingly over my body and down the channel of my butt crack on its way to the drain.
Noticing a bottle of vanilla scented body wash on a shelf in the stall, I squirted a big dollop of it into my hand and began lathering myself generously with it, enjoying the touch of my own soapy hand, as it caressed my body, and yes, lingered for a bit fondling my soft, and then semi soft boy parts...
There's just something nice about standing under the warm stream of a shower. It feels good, and I leaned forward, placing my hands against the slate gray tiles of the stall, and let the water flow soothingly like a massage against my back. "Mmm..." I muttered, enjoying the warmth and feel of it; until I heard my mom calling to me again, this time outside my bedroom door.
"Danny, breakfast is ready, hurry along please." She insisted.
"I'll be right there mom..." I answered, reluctantly rinsing the scented body wash off of my now erect boyhood. Clambering out of the shower stall I toweled off quickly, and then ran a comb through my hair, getting it just right.
Back in my bedroom, tossing the towel onto the bed as I walked to the bedroom door and opened it, taking two steps out into the hall... "Oh shit..." I breathed, quickly retreating, as I realized I hadn't put any clothes on. Hurriedly closing the door, I grabbed up a fresh pair of board shorts from my bag and stepped into them; not bothering with underwear, I was careful not to catch myself in the zipper as I zipped up.
Once downstairs I grubbed down on the bacon and eggs that my mom had made for me, guzzling down a large glass of O.J. to finish up. Feeling fresh, wide awake and content with a full belly, I walked out onto the back deck to sit in the morning sun. My parents were sitting out there as well, drinking coffee, and my dad gave me a cheery smile as I popped myself down on a deck chair.
About nine thirty my folks started getting ready to drive into the village. My dad asked if I still wanted to stay here with my friend; which of course is what I wanted to do. Dad said they would be gone all morning, shopping and doing a little exploring and such. They wouldn't be back till early afternoon, which was cool by me.
When you're twelve-years-old, getting a little alone time is a welcome thing, even when it comes with a reminder from the parents about keeping out of trouble. My mom strictly forbade me to swim in the ocean without them or another adult around, even though I was a better swimmer than either of them... I rolled my eyes, on cue, and with that they headed out to the SUV and drove off with a wave and a smile.
It was nearly ten, and after pulling on a white Nike tank top, I scrambled down the steps of the back deck and headed off across the beach toward Nick's Place. I jogged for a few minutes, noticing that I was surprisingly anxious to see him again. Whoa... It was almost as if I had some kind of boy crush on him. Well that's different.
As I got further down the beach, and closer to Nick's place, I noticed a boy who I thought might be Nick, moving around out on the sand. As I got closer, eventually I saw that it was indeed my new friend, and he was flying one of those really cool, technical beach kites.
Immediately I could feel myself getting excited. Nick was wearing a bright white tank top that came down to his upper thighs, and it almost made it look like he wasn't wearing any shorts, since his hips were covered by the shirt. In fact, he wasn't... As he moved around struggling to control and maneuver the large, two string kite, his shirt lifted when he raised his arms overhead, and this revealed him to be wearing a small, bright blue Speedo.
I actually stopped jogging for a moment, my eyes surely widened at this most intriguing visage. The weird thing is, I was actually feeling excited by the sight of it. He looked awesome, and suddenly I could feel a weird sense of anticipation. Nick's feet and long tanned legs were bare, quite literally up to his crotch, and I actually shivered at the sight. Nick turned his head and smiled at me when he saw me approaching.
"Hey..." Nick called out to me with a nod of the head in greeting. His hands were occupied with the tugging lines of the kite, and he turned his attention back to it.
"Hi Nick." I replied, drawing near. With a toothy grin, Nick turned and steered the big colorful kite into a dive, which swooped down near me, causing me crouch in the sand, before he whisked it back up into deep blue sky just above my head.
"Almost got ya..." He laughed, as I ran up alongside of him.
"That's pretty cool." I beamed, standing just behind Nick and watching as he maneuvered the streamlined kite into colorful loops and dives all around us.
"Wanna' try it?" Nick asked with a warm smile. He stabilized the kite, holding it in a steady hover in the air far out in front of us. Turning toward me, he put one of the control handles in my hand, then moved himself around behind me before handing me the other controller.
"I'm not sure how to do this..." I confided, feeling the surprising tug of the kite as it hung in the wind overhead. "Whoa..." I breathed, when the kite drifted to one side, pulling my arms with it. Nick laughed as he stood right behind me. He put his hands up on my shoulders to help hold me steady till I got used to it.
"Just pull one of the lines a little." He urged. I followed his instruction, and the kite veered to one side. Nick pulled my other arm back, and the kite turned and climbed back into the sky.
"Whoa cool..." I intoned.
"That's it you've got it." He offered, as he gave me tips on how to control the kite, and within a few minutes I was able to do some tenuously controlled loops and dives with the straining kite.
"This is so cool..." I reiterated with a grin as Nick stood alongside me.
"You picked it up really quick." he praised, resting his hand softly on my shoulder again. I grinned over at him, enjoying the powerful tug of the kite, and the feel of his hand on my shoulder in such a friendly way. I turned my head to look directly at him, noticing his green eyes shining brightly against the tan of his face.
We flew the kite for well over an hour, switching off frequently, with me learning new stunts all the while. Nick showed me how to literally stall the kite, landing it gently on the soft sand, so that you could give it a quick tug to get it airborne again.
We made up a game, and whoever wasn't flying it, had to run out to the water and back, while the other guy dive bombed him with the kite to see how close we could get. It was a hoot, and Nick sent me sprawling to the sand on several occasions to avoid the devilish dive of the wind serpent.
Nick's last time running out to the water, I swooped the kite in so close that he felt the winged edge graze his hair as it whisked skyward. "Whoa..." Nick laughed. "That was a bloody close one mate." He chirped in a pretend English accent. I couldn't help but laugh at his playfulness.
Nick took over one last time, and I ran out to the surf, splashing through it and playfully taunting him, before turning around to run back. Nick dove the kite, and I had to fall back onto the sand to avoid collision. The colorful bomber swooped back at me, with the soft wing tip actually strafing my tank top just above my waist.
"Whoa..." I chortled, "That one nearly nicked me nuts..." I laughed, trying to do an English accent of my own.
"I get it." Nick laughed, "It nearly 'Nick'ed your nuts." We both cracked up at the unexpected pun on his name.
Finally a bit worn out, we set the kite aside, and sprawled out in the sand to relax for a few minutes. Lying there, with his tank top inadvertently hiked up a bit, Nick's shiny blue Speedo's were openly visible. Trying to be discrete about it, I couldn't help but look at the small, tight swimsuit, and the clearly defined outline and roundness of his boy baubles. His balls were pressing firmly against the thin fabric.
A shiver ran through me as I stealthily ogled his scantly covered boy bits. Damn... I don't know what it was, but my tummy was flittering with butterflies. I looked away, but I could feel that queasy excitement already stirring down below in my board shorts.
As if drawn to it, I glanced shyly at Nick's groin again, and he unintentionally shifted his knee up and out to the side a little, affording me an even better, more enticing view of his youthful protuberance.
This is so weird. I found it difficult not to just stare at it, and I think at one point Nick became aware of my overt glances. Surprisingly though, as if by design, he reached back behind his head and grabbed the collar of his tank top, pulling it upward and off over his head.
Without looking at me, he twisted and spread it out on the sand behind him, so that he could lay back on it. I swallowed hard, his near nakedness was making me squirm. Reaching back, I tugged my tank top off as well, and settled back on the sand with my eyes once again playing over Nick's nearly bare physique... Shit he looked nice... I nearly shivered again with excitement.
Nick was so lean; and like me, there really wasn't but an ounce of fat on him anywhere, as I looked over his boylike, but maturing body. Nick had his eyes closed now as he lay there, and I took the opportunity to scrutinize him more closely. Starting with his nicely tanned feet and up those long smooth legs to that beautiful blue Speedo with the concealed boy bits beneath.
His rounded bulge looked absolutely brilliant, and intriguing to me. I could see the molded shape of his testicles beneath the fabric, even the ever so slight indent that separated his twin nuggets. Then there was his soft, youthful boy tube which was clearly slanting upward and off to the left, sheathed below the shimmering blue nylon fabric.
Shuddering, I had to look away for a moment needing to gather myself. My insides were roiling in that odd way, and even though I'm only twelve I recognize sexual excitement when I feel it coming on. And this was it...
I closed my eyes trying to shut off this magical spell that had me transfixed on my friend's boylike goods. I mean, I'm in puberty right? I've looked all this stuff up on the internet, and asked Siri all sorts of curious sex questions on my iPhone 6. So I know that puberty does all kinds of weird stuff to you.
It not only changes your body, but it fucks with your head as well. So, I didn't know whether this sudden attraction to another boy was just unguided pubescent horniness, or some deep seeded agenda. I just don't know.
Opening my eyes again, I looked furtively in Nick's direction once more, glancing down at the v-like groove formed by the lean cut of his lower abdomen as it plunged down and inward, disappearing into the narrow width of his Speedo. Gotta tell ya, I shivered again with excited tension. Suddenly I desperately wanted to see the flesh that was forming the mound hidden beneath that scant swimwear...
Fantasy is a funny thing. The mind can wander at will sometimes, plunging you into whatever scenario you want to imagine. When I closed my eyes again, I could almost envision Nick lying there without anything on; which led in my mind to him getting an erection...
By this time though, it was me who had gotten the erection. Nick must have looked over and seen the tent in my shorts at some point, because I heard him chuckle all of a sudden, and opening my eyes I saw that Nick was indeed looking right at me with a sly smile on his face.
"Better keep that thing on a leash." Nick teased, "Before it bites someone..." My face colored with embarrassment, but I managed an awkward smile back at him. I finally nodded quietly, trying to act as cool as possible, pretending it was just one of those things.
"Or, you could let that dog out of your shorts and see where it goes." he laughed, "I mean, that's what I'd do..." I looked him in the eyes, and his warm smile turned into a friendly grin. It didn't seem to bother Nick at all that I had an erection; and I was almost certain that he knew that he was the cause of it...
We lay there quietly in the sun for a moment, and finally Nick looked over at me. "So, did you do it last night?" He asked rather boldly, an impish smile on his lips again.
"Did I do what..?" I questioned.
"Oh come on, you know. Did you do what we've been joking about?" His green eyes glittered as he smiled. In spite of my embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile back with a crooked little grin of my own. "Yeah, I thought so..." He remarked, though I'd never actually answered him.
"What about you?" I asked after a long pause, finally summoning the courage to say it. Nick's smile increased, giving me his wordless answer. Funny thing was, as I looked at him, it wasn't hard to see that the lump in his Speedo seemed to be filling out a bit.
Nick must have felt a little self conscious then. Unlike my board shorts which still pretty much concealed my stiff pickle, Nick's Speedo didn't offer much concealment for a hardening hot dog. He sat up, and grabbing his tank top from behind him, he quickly held it over his lap. He rolled to his left and hopped up from the sand, still holding the tank top in place.
Come on..." He said. "Let's go inside and grab something to drink. Grab my kite will ya, my hands are kinda full at the moment." I giggled as I got up from the sand, and tossing my own tank top over my shoulder, I stooped and gathered up his colorful kite from the beach and followed along behind him.
We walked across the little sand dune to the back of his house. Much like the beach house where I was staying, there was a large deck that ran the length of it along the back, and it too had a small hot tub built right alongside it. We crossed the deck, and wiping the sand off our feet with our shirts, we went inside.
The house was a high beamed affair, and it felt very open and spacious. As we walked in, the kitchen and living area were all blended into one giant room, with only a large eating island dividing the two areas.
Nick tossed his tank top on the counter and walked to the fridge, pulling the door open. He stooped a bit to look inside and check out its contents. "Hmm... You want a Pepsi? Some juice, or water, or what?" He asked. I stood behind him a few feet, my eyes happily glued to the tight round globes of his butt, which was barely covered by the small Speedo.
"I uhh... Huh? Oh, maybe a Pepsi I guess." I stammered. Nick reached in and grabbed up a couple of cans for us, reaching one arm back to hand one to me. Reaching back in, he pulled out something wrapped in foil.
"We can snack on these." he offered, peeling back the foil to reveal several large slices of left over pizza. Mmm, cold pizza from the fridge, what kid doesn't like that? Placing it on the counter, Nick pulled a tube of Pringles potato chips from one of the cupboards, and we stood at the counter talking casually while we snacked on the goodies.
I had the urge to ask Nick some things, wanting to bring up our previous conversation on the beach, but I was really nervous about it. I mean, even though we had been hinting at, and joking about boners, and jacking off and stuff, well, it's a tough subject to just dive into.
Especially since I really didn't even know Nick all that well; but all of our talk had gotten me kind of curious, as boys always are about this kind of stuff. Boys like to get into it though, if they feel comfortable enough with their buds. But still, there's a big difference between making jokes, and implied innuendo, and actually talking seriously about it.
Like I said before, I'm really kind of shy and private when it comes to such things. My buddies back home and I like to joke about it and stuff, and even innocently grab each others groins occasionally when we wrestle around and stuff, but... I'm still way too shy to have ever pursued the subject any further, even though I had a ton of questions and a curiosity to match.
The thing about Nick was, we didn't know each other that well. Which in some ways made it seem easier to maybe talk about sex stuff; and in some ways made it harder. I mean, I was really starting to like Nick. What if I said the wrong thing? What if all our talk was just that, innuendo. The silly comments that twelve-year-olds make, and not a real opening to satisfy our curiosity? What if he thinks I'm weird, what if he....
"Danny, can I ask you something?" Nick asked suddenly, drawing me out of my musings. I looked over at him curiously, coming back to the present.
"Yeah. You can ask me anything you want." I responded, hoping that he would.
"So..." He hesitated, pondering his impending question. "You know the stuff we've been talking about right?" Nick asked, eventually making a small jerking motion with his hand, as a little clue.
"Uh... Yeah..." I responded softly, more than a little curious now.
"So, I was wondering... Hoping actually, that we could talk about it some more!?" Nick suggested, his face coloring slightly as he said it.
"Really?" I blurted out and started to laugh. "I was... Well, actually wanting to ask you the same thing." We both smiled at one another, each of us certainly feeling more at ease, and each of us sensing the door was open for anything.
"This is so cool." Nick said excitedly, seemingly not wanting to waste any time. "Come on." We slipped our tank tops back on, and grabbing up our pizza, and Pepsi's we headed quickly across the living room and up the stairs, across the hall and through to his bedroom. Even though we were alone in the house, Nick closed his door, intimating just how private this topic of conversation should be.
Nick hopped up on his bed, and motioned for me to join him. I did, albeit a bit timidly due to the pending conversation. We both sat awkwardly for a moment, with Nick taking a sip of his Pepsi to wet his mouth before starting. Or, perhaps stalling, feeling a little shy now. He smiled nervously, as did I.
"This is harder than I thought." Nick began. "So, how often do you do it? You know, jerk off and stuff." I could feel my face flush just a bit, and I looked down at my slice of pizza, still feeling a little shy myself.
"You know, like... Every day." I confessed, looking up fearfully as if I may have revealed something weird. A little smile flashed across Nick's features.
"Me too..." He nodded, seemingly happy that we were of a like mind, causing me to smile awkwardly back at him. "I usually do it at bedtime. How about you?" Nick asked, and I nodded in answer.
"Yeah, same here. Or, like, in the shower sometimes." I offered. Nick grinned and nodded at me in agreement. We both smiled at one another, feeling much less awkward now.
"So... Do you like, squirt anything yet?" Nick wondered. This felt like even more of an intimate question.
"A little bit." I mumbled nervously, but wondering if Nick might be impressed. "Do you?" I asked.
"Uh huh. Not a lot yet, but you know, a little squirt. Sometimes even two." Nick replied, and then he discreetly reached down to push his palm against his tank top, which was hanging low over his Speedo. I knew what he was doing of course, because in all honesty I had to do the same thing, tweak my stiffening boy pole. Funny how just talking about this stuff can make you hard. We smiled knowingly at one another.
We sat quietly for a moment, finishing off our drinks and kind of absorbing what we'd confessed to each other. Nick looked up at my eyes, as if judging something, or, perhaps getting up the nerve to go further. Finally Nick hopped up off the bed, and crossing to his bedroom door, he checked it, making sure it was locked.
He looked a bit nervous all of a sudden, and I was feeling oddly excited as I wondered what it was he had in mind. "I'm gonna show you something." Nick said, and I shuddered suddenly, feeling nervous, still wondering and anticipating where this was going.
I had fantasized before, really curious as to what his dick looked like, and now I sat nervously curious, and almost hoping if that's what Nick was thinking about. He got down on the floor and reached under a small dresser, pulling out what looked like several magazines. My eyes widened with interest. "What are those?" I asked, as Nick sat alongside of me on the edge of the bed. He looked at me with a sneaky look.
"These are Nudist Magazines." Nick breathed almost proudly, and he began to open one of them. My eyes opened wide as I looked at the first few pages. Everyone was naked. I had seen a Playboy once before, but this magazine had families in it; with kids our own age. There were men and women, and a lot of pictures of naked boys and girls of all ages.
Nick glanced over at me to gauge my reaction. "So... Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded sheepishly. "So, do you like girls, or... Or boys?" he asked as nonchalantly as possible. I felt a weird feeling run through me. I mean, I've never really thought about it like that before. It was strange to actually have the question put to you out loud like that...
I looked at Nick and shrugged in a non committed way. "I've never really thought about it?" I told him honestly. "What... What about you?" I asked anxiously. Nick looked at me and shrugged as well. Still, I couldn't help but notice that both of us seemed to be taking more of an interest in looking at the nude pictures of the boys.
The magazine was spread across both of our laps, as we sat closely on the bed, and turning the page, there was a picture that had three boys in it, clearly about the same age as us. One was circumcised, and the other two boys weren't.
"Which one are you?" Nicked asked shyly.
"Huh, what do you mean?" I questioned. Nick pointed down the picture, moving his finger between the two types. "Oh..." I replied, glancing shyly at him. "I've uh, still got my foreskin." I confessed, somehow feeling again like I was revealing some kind of little secret.
Nick looked over at me, his green eyes twinkling curiously. "Cool... I really like those." He said honestly, revealing a little something about his preferences. "I'm cut." he added, clearly willing to share now.
"I know." I replied a little too quickly. Nick looked at me curiously.
"Really? How do you know I'm circumcised?" Nick wondered with a curious grin.
"Well, to be honest, your Speedo really shows it off kind of clearly..." I confessed. Nick blushed a little, then smiled awkwardly. He moved the magazine aside and lifted his tank top to take a look for himself. "See..." I said, pointed to the head of his penis, which was pressing stiffly against the fabric. You could clearly see the ridge of his youthfully erect knob. He blushed again, but smiled slyly...
"Whoa... I didn't know it was that obvious." Nick commented sheepishly. "I can't tell about yours." He said almost disappointedly, as he looked suggestively at the front of my board shorts. "Wanna' get comfortable." Nick suggested, scooting back on the bed and leaning up against the wall. I followed his lead, sitting right alongside him. He opened the magazine again, draping it over both of our laps.
We looked at more of the nudist pictures, and even though we tried to be discreet about it, it was quite obvious that we were both reaching frequently beneath the magazine, needing to squeeze, and press against our plumped up boy tools.
Nick moved the magazine away for a moment, and I noticed the little dime sized wet spot on the front of his Speedos, just at the top of his boy bulge.
"You're leaking..." I noted, with an excited little squeak, more to myself than to Nick. His face colored again, embarrassed by the apparent drop of precum that had seeped through the thin fabric of his swimsuit.
Nick looked over at me, curious about my reaction to his little wet spot. "It's okay." I told him reassuringly. "I probably have the same thing going on." Then I reached down to rub my fingers over my tented board shorts.
"Yeah, but yours doesn't show..." Nick replied, sounding almost disappointed. I just shrugged, not knowing what else to do.
We opened up the magazine again to continue our perusal of the surprisingly arousing pictures. We always seemed to linger on the many pictures of nude boys, both of us wanting to look at them a little longer. "He's kinda cute..." Nick commented without thinking, as we looked at a close up picture of one boy.
I don't think Nick even realized that he had said it out loud. I looked over at his face, and he was anxiously studying the picture. That's when it really sunk in to me, what I had already kind of figured. Nick was seriously into boys...
Looking back at the picture for a moment, I felt an undeniable rush of excitement, as I thought about Nick, knowing that he liked boys... It was quite obvious to me now, and the way I was reacting, I seemed to like them as well.
We continued looking at the magazines for a while, frequently squeezing ourselves down below, and after awhile, we weren't even trying to be discreet about it. Either we didn't care if the other guy knew what we were doing, or we were so jacked up that we forgot to think about it.
I couldn't help but to look down at Nick's bare legs and feet, noticing now that they would twitch excitedly once in a while. Shit, his long boyishly tanned legs were nice to look at, and with the pictures that we were looking at, and Nick sitting so close, right next to me, it was all I could do not to unload in my board shorts.
I actually thought about suggesting it to Nick, to see if he wanted to jerk off together right then and there, but... Shit, it seemed so embarrassing. No one had ever seen me with an erection before, and the thought of exposing it to someone was, well, scary...
Several times I tried to screw up my courage and mention it, but each time I chickened out. Unknown to me, Nick was wanting to do the exact same thing. He was struggling to say something to me. But again, it was one thing to talk about this stuff, that was hard enough to get started; but to take that next step... Awkward...
After a time, rubbing ourselves below the magazine, and under the cover of our tank tops like that, simply became too much. I heard Nick make a stifled grunting sound next to me, and when I glanced at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, his face in a grimace. Clearly he was right on the edge, and fighting to stave off an orgasm.
The very sight of him like that made my boy junk twitch, doing that odd pulse thing. You know, the way it does if you try to stop yourself just short of cuming. I'm sure that several drops of precum rolled out of my dick, and I didn't dare move a muscle for several seconds. One little rub either way would surely cause an open fire...
Both of us sat there quietly for a moment, trying to avoid embarrassment. Nick finally pushed the magazine aside and shinnied off the bed. "Gotta use the bathroom..." He mumbled, tension in his voice.
He disappeared out the door, and I let out a sigh of relief of my own, arching back and trying to pinch the head of my dick through my board shorts. 'Man that was close...' I thought to myself. I took a quick glance to be sure that Nick wasn't coming back, and then slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts. Sure enough, there was a damp spot there against my skin. Precum alright...
I calmed down a bit, and after a minute, Nick came back into the bedroom. He had changed out of his Speedos, and was wearing a pair of shorts now, similar to mine. "I had to pee..." he offered, knowing full well it was a silly excuse, we both knew he had a wet stain in the front of his skimpy swimsuit. He'd leaked as much precum as I had.
"So, wanna' go outside for awhile?" he suggested. I nodded back quickly. Even though we both wanted to go further, it was kind of embarrassing to think about it at the moment. We had both wanted to suggest that we jerk off together, but neither of us had the balls (excuse the pun) to bring it up. It's a big step, that first time...
We tramped down the stairs and back out onto the back deck, leaning against the railing while we stood in the warm sunshine for a few minutes. Nick glanced at me, and smiled timidly.
"That was kinda fun..." I said softly. "Those nudist magazines were pretty cool."
"Yeah..." Nick nodded. "Maybe... Maybe we can look at them again later if you want." I glanced at him and met his curious look with an impish smile.
"I'd like that." I replied quietly. "Wanna' go up the beach and see if anything else is going on?" Nick nodded, and we bounced down the stairs of the deck to the paddock and the beach below.
Stripping off my tank top again, I tossed it onto a beach chair below his deck. Nick followed my lead, and the two of us jogged off down the beach wearing nothing but our board shorts.
There may be a lot of touristy types in some areas and beaches in the Hampton's, but there's also some pretty classy areas where most of the people you see strolling the beaches either live here, or have a summer house here. Guess that's alright either way, but there aren't always a lot of kids hanging around to play with. That may be one of the reasons that Nick had been so quick to come down to the beach the other day when he saw me; another boy exploring along the beach.
Of course, another reason was simply the fact that I was another boy. Yes, a potential friend; someone to play with. But there was more to it than that, I think. Nick liked boys... And I was beginning to think that I did as well.
We had a roaring blast of a time just running along the beach, traipsing through the incoming surf with all the exuberance of twelve-year-old boys, exploring every nook and cranny, every piece of stuff that the surf deposited on the sand. It was a hoot. Nick and I were laughing, teasing, and messing with each other like old friends.
Clearly without any other kids around, Nick seemed to need me as a friend. And likewise, for me to have a good time here, I needed him. The more friends you have when you are twelve, the better your life is. And when you find someone you may like in other ways as well... The potential is endless.
We had worked our way down the beach, all the way to the jetty and pier that I had first seen the day we'd rolled in here. In fact, it was where I had first seen Nick, sitting on the jetty, dangling his legs over the side. What a coincidence.
"Come on." Nick urged, and we ran under the pilings near the beach. It's always cool being a kid, and exploring stuff. We rummaged around under the pier, climbing on and over the wooden pilings and pier supports. Balancing on the struts like circus performers, as we walked like high wire artists, seeing who could go the furthest.
After awhile, we actually climbed up onto the jetty and wandered out to the pier itself. There were a handful of people way out at the end of it, casting lines and fishing in the ocean. We stopped for a while and talked with one older teenager, who had already caught a couple of salt water bass, which were swimming now in a five gallon pail of water there beside him.
There was a little bait and tackle shop/market just off the beach, which also carried snacks and stuff, so Nick and I pooled our couple of bucks and bought a package of Hostess Cup Cakes and a large soda. We'd been messing around so long that we were kinda hungry, so we split those as we walked back up the road toward our houses.
You ever notice, kids never wipe off the mouth of a bottle of soda when they share it. None of us have ever died from it, sharing food or drink and stuff. It's only adults who seem to be afraid of someone else's germs... And yet, it’s always kids who worry about getting cooties and stuff from a girl. Go figure.
Anyway, we passed the bottle of Cherry Pepsi back and forth till we had finished it, timely enough, just as we reached Nick's house. Veering off the road we walked down along the side of the house.
"Mm, nature calls..." Nick declared, and he turned to face the side of the house, unbuttoning his shorts as he did so. I didn't really need to go all that bad, but, it's comradery I guess, so I walked about six feet past him, and turned to the wall, fishing my pecker out as I did. We both cast furtive glances at one another, as our streams of yellow piss disappeared into the sand just at the base of the house. I couldn't really see much though since Nicks hand was in the way, but I was still curious.
I finished up first and made an extra effort to 'shake off', which Nick laughed at. He did the same thing, and I caught a brief glimpse of his dick just as he tucked it away. We smiled boyishly at each other and then continued around back, and up the steps to his deck.
"Ever use the Jacuzzi?" I asked, just out of curiosity as we walked past it.
"Sometimes." Nick replied. "It's too hot during the day, but late in the evening it's kinda' nice to come out and sit in it. Hey, maybe you can spend the night sometime while you're here and we can try it."
"That'd be cool." I agreed quickly as we went inside, and still feeling a little hungry we rummaged the fridge for a moment. Not much there, but we each snagged one of those individually wrapped mozzarella sticks, and a big pickle from a jar.
Of course Nick playfully wiggled the pickle in front of his shorts, I mean come on. What kid can resist doing that? Next to farting, making penis jokes is the next best thing when you're twelve.
"Wanna' go up to my room?" Nick suggested, and we automatically headed that way. Lets not make any pretenses here, of course I wanted to go up to his room. The magazines were up there, and after what we'd almost done before, well shy or not, you know what they say about second chances.
Nick closed the door behind us, and we hopped up on his bed again to chill for a minute and finish up our cheese sticks. He smiled awkwardly at me, and kinda nodded over to where he hides the nudist magazines. My immediate grin was my answer, and Nick scooted off the bed to retrieve one.
Without a word he crawled up and leaned his back against the wall. We sat close together again and glanced at one another in that naughty, conspiratorial way, and holding the magazine over our laps, Nick opened it up again.
It didn't take but a minute before I started feeling myself becoming aroused, and I'm sure it was pretty much the same for Nick. The pictures of nudist families weren't meant for that of course, but hey, a pubescent kid can turn on a dime and get hard over anything.
For me, I found again that it was the pictures of boys that held my interest, and there seemed to be no doubt about what was floating Nick's boat. He pointed to almost every boy, as if touching the picture somehow made it more erotic. "Oh man... That kid looks really nice..." He remarked, as he reached under the magazine for a brief fingering.
By this time, I was fully hard beneath my own shorts, and instinctively made a furtive adjustment, as if I were trying to hide it from Nick. Stupid I guess, because we both knew we were doing it.
Slowly we flipped through the pages, getting more and more worked up as we went. We glanced at each other frequently, with glittering eyes and impish smiles, and the little fingerings we were each doing became more frequent as well.
Nick seemed to like the pictures of boys with foreskins the most. "Is yours like this one, or... This one?" he wondered, pointing at two different boys with foreskin. They both looked pretty much the same to me, so I figured that Nick was kind of fishing for a chance to maybe take a look at mine.
I just shrugged, feeling the twinge of excitement doing battle with my shyness. Shit, like I said, I've never done anything like this with anyone. I mean, I've changed clothes in front of my friends back home and stuff, but this is far more serious. A nervous shiver ran through me...
In all truth, Nick never actually suggested anything like that. Just kind of hinted at it. I thought about the little jokes and stuff, the innuendo that we had traded back and forth the other day, and today on the beach. It's so stupid, because there isn't any doubt that doing something more was on both of our minds.
I hate to keep bringing this up, but again, come on what pubescent boy isn't always ready to have a go? Nick was fingering himself below the magazine again, and even with our shorts on, it wasn't hard to see the rounded bulges in either of our shorts.
Studying the pictures, my eyes wandered over to my friend's youthful body. We were only wearing board shorts now, and being mostly naked like this had kind of an erotic feel to it. Between Nick's sleek tanned body and the nudist magazine, I was getting pretty well jacked up.
Sitting there torn between shyness and need, and knowing we both wanted to do something more, I screwed up my courage and made a decision. Reaching down I quickly undid the button on my board shorts, and before I could change my mind again, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slipped them down my thighs, exposing my youthful erection and sagging balls...
My heart was pounding so hard I could here the rush of blood in my ears. I was mortified, and at the same time exhilarated by what I'd just done. I finally forced myself to look over at Nick, fearfully hoping I hadn't gone too far.
Nick's brilliant green eyes were open about as wide as they could get, and his mouth gaped open in a shocked expression. Oh fuck... I freaked him out. I must have fucked up, I thought, as panic gripped me.
Nick looked up into my eyes, and then still wide eyed, he focused back down on my tumescent boy tube. He closed his mouth, then swallowed dryly, eyes still transfixed on my boner. I saw movement, as he let the magazine fall away and he gave himself a meaningful squeeze... Licking his dry lips, he looked up into my eyes again. The shocked expression faded, and was slowly replaced by an impish smile.
"That is so cool..." Nick whispered hoarsely, still staring at my junk. He pushed the magazine off to the side, and swallowing his own nervousness he reached for his own shorts and pushed them off his hips and down his thighs.
It was my turn to feel that supreme rush of naughty excitement. I could feel my insides flutter and tingle as I looked at my friend's rigid appendage. This was the first boner I'd ever seen besides my own. He was circumcised, and his stiff boy tube was about the same four and a half inches as mine. It was arched, ever so slightly upward, crowned with a deep pinkish cap, not much wider than his shaft.
I swallowed excitedly, my breath matched Nicks; elevated. His testicles hung in a smooth hairless purse of satin-like skin, one riding slightly higher than the other, but... Shit they looked so awesome...
The underside of Nick's penis showed several thin bluish veins that webbed and disappeared at the tiny knoll of skin where his circumcision line gathered. I shivered with excitement, and looked up at Nick.
He smiled, a little awkwardly, a little excitedly, and he stared again at my penis. My foreskin was wrapped tightly around my glans, but pulling away slightly at the tip. Touching my fingertips to it, I slipped the thin sheath down, fully exposing my purplish, moist tip.
"Fuckin'a..." Nick wheezed. "That's so friggen cool..." He looked more closely at it, his mouth slack. He swallowed, with some difficulty, as he fingered his own turgid shaft. "I've never actually seen anyone with foreskin, except in pictures. And never with a hard on..." he shivered with pure delight. "You've got more pubes than me I think..." he muttered, pretty much to himself.
I looked at his pubic area in comparison. Nick may have had fifteen to twenty curly little pubes at the base of his dick; which in truth was about the same as me. Mine were just a little darker is all, so maybe it looked like more. But there really wasn't enough on either of us to call it a 'patch'. It was more like a dusting of pubes, if you really wanted to put a name to it.
Either way, it smacked of puberty. Both of us right in the throes of adolescent change and discovery. Without even thinking about it, Nick had absently started slowly stroking his boyhood. "Wanna jack off together..?" he suggested timidly.
"Looks like you've already started." I giggled, and then staring at his dick I started to stroke my own. What a sight... Two boys, staring transfixed at one another's junk as we jerked ourselves off. Oh man...
Like I said, I had never even really thought about actually doing this with another boy. It was wickedly erotic having someone watch you, and we were both doing it the same way, between our fingertips and thumb.
I've always heard about people fisting themselves, and I tried it once but, no way... It wasn't near as fun or stimulating as using the fingertips. Far more control this way... Using your fist seems kinda weird anyway. Like you're trying to pretend it's a girl’s cunt or something. Or, maybe in this case, another boy's bung hole. But that's not what you're doing is it? You're pleasuring yourself, so why pretend it's someone else. I want the best feeling out of it, and this is it...
Within moments, both of us had leaked a drop or two of precum. How could we not. Precum happens the more stimulated you are, and I'll tell you what, I had never been more stimulated in all my years, well, all my months of jerking off. This was crazy hot. Watching Nick was so fucking erotic...
I really wanted to touch his dick so badly, as I watched his balls bounce around with his vigorous stroking. I know Nick was thinking the same thing, and it seemed like he almost reached out one time, but he chickened out. Damn I would have welcomed his touch. It's just so awkward to initiate stuff like that. If you cross the line, you could scare your friend off, and that would be the end of it.
Quite incidentally though, my foot, which always seemed to squirm around a little when I jacked off, kicked out a little and it rubbed against Nick's foot. I didn't even notice it at first, but then became aware of the warm contact down there, and it felt really, really good.
I could feel the little movements and twitches of his foot against mine and... Fuck that only added to the excitement. I lolled my head back for a moment, eyes closed, engrossed in all the sensations streaming through my body. "Mmm.... Mmm..." I hummed in pleasure.
This seemed to open the door, because I heard Nick moan, ghostlike into the air. I suddenly felt the warm touch of skin on my thigh. I opened my eyes to see Nick's hand lying softly on my leg. It felt so awesome... I heard him moan again and looked up to see that he had his eyes closed for a moment, an intense expression on his face. Several minutes had passed, and we were both deep in the thick of it now. I could feel the precum on my fingers as it rolled over my plum colored cherry and dribble onto my fingers.
"That looks so fuckin' hot..." Nick mumbled, watching me again. His knee bumped against mine as it twitched vigorously, our feet never breaking contact as our legs continued their jerky motions. Oh man, we were both so close now... So close... Both Nick and I moaned, right there on the edge... The tingles were ripping though me, and...
"Nick? Nick honey I'm home." Came a female voice from downstairs; and at the same time we heard the front door bang closed.
"Oh shitttt...." Nick panicked, remembering that he hadn't locked his bedroom door. "My mom's home." We both panicked. Nick quickly let go of his penis and tugged at his shorts to pull them up. But he had been too close to climax, and as the fabric of his shorts rubbed across his prick, it throbbed in orgasm... "Unnnnnchhh..." He strained against it, but couldn't hold it back.
Several plentiful spurts of boyish seed spewed into his shorts, a few drops of it up onto his belly. I saw it happen, even as I was leaping off the bed trying to quickly pull up and fasten my own board shorts back in place.
"Nick honey, are you in your room?" She was close now, and then came a gentle tap on his door.
"Yeah mom..." Nick answered in a strained voice, and he pulled on a tee shirt just before the door opened. Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed with an awkward, almost telling smile as his mom walked in.
"You look flushed Nicky, and why are you breathing so hard? Are you alright?" His mom asked, then glanced over at me. "Oh, hello, who's this?" his mother asked, smiling pleasantly at me.
"Um, that's my friend Danny." Nick explained. "I told you about him yesterday. Danny, this is my mom." I managed a somewhat nervous smile, and reached out to shake her hand. Fortunately, she was distracted by meeting me, and didn't notice when Nick slid the Nudist Magazine out of sight behind him.
"You sure you're ok." His mom asked, putting her hand on his cheek, "You feel really warm."
"Yeah, we were just kinda' wrestling around a little." Nick offered. As good a reason as any for him to look and feel flushed. "We were just going outside to fly my kite on the beach..." Nick added, and taking the cue I scooped the kite up from the floor.
"Oh, that'll be fun." She said, as we all headed out the door. "Would you boys like me to make you something to eat, a late lunch or anything?" She wondered.
"No, no thanks mom. We just snacked on that cold pizza a few minutes ago, so we're gonna' head down to the beach."
"Alright then. Well, it was nice to meet you Danny." She offered. I smiled back a friendly grin, and nodded. Quickly, Nick and I went out on the deck and hurried down the stairs, crossing the dunes to the beach. We sat down on the sand for a moment.
"Man, that was too close..." I said, with a genuine shiver.
"You don't know the half of it." Nick answered, lifting his tee shirt to show me the damp stain in the fabric of his relatively thin, khaki board shorts. I looked down at the wet stain and smiled slyly. Then I looked up at him and we both broke out laughing.
"Way too close..." Nick agreed through his nervous chuckles... We sat there a moment collecting ourselves.
"Shit... It was gonna be a good one too." Nick said with a disappointed voice. "I was in such a hurry that I didn't get a chance to enjoy it."
"Well, at least you kinda' finish. I was about two seconds away myself, and I was leaking pretty good too..." We giggled boyishly again. "I... I liked doing that with you." I said quietly. Nick looked at me and smiled.
"Me too." he responded sincerely, his green eyes sparkling. "And... Well... I really like you..." His face colored, as he blushed nervously. We smiled timidly at one another, both of us a little embarrassed.
Nick hurriedly popped to his feet, and grabbing up the kite, he walked it out a little ways onto the sand, getting the kite ready as he played the lines out. I was still sitting in the sand, pondering what Nick meant when he said, 'I really like you'. Something about the way he said it made me wonder...
I watched Nick as he stooped over to spread out the lines of the kite. Then he knelt down to untie a loop in the string, and I stared at the firm roundness of his butt, and the inch or so of butt crack where his shorts gapped away from his body. He really was cute, and... And I realized that I liked him too... And probably the same way he meant it.
I knew that because I suddenly realized that I wanted to do more with Nick than just jerk off. Maybe a lot more... A little fantasy scenario was already playing out in my mind.
"Wanna' spend the night at my house?" I asked, suddenly inspired. He turned his head toward me, with another smile crossing his features.
"I'll have to ask my mom, but... Yeah, I'd really like to." He nodded.
"Sweet..." I said softly.
We both smiled boyishly, perhaps thinking or fantasizing of possible things to come. We spent the next hour and a half messing around with the kite on the beach, playing our little dive bomb game, and trying to come up with several new aerobatic stunts to do. This was so cool I thought to myself. Making a new friend like Nick; and likely forging into uncharted sexual waters...
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~~ End Of Chapter Two ~~
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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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*Excerpt from Chapter One *
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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I woke to the sound of my mom calling up to me the next morning from downstairs, saying that breakfast would ready soon. Still lying on my bed, I smiled briefly at the pleasant memory of last night's epic ejaculation. Then I stretched away the last remnants of my nights sleep, clearing my mind of old thoughts and dreams and becoming tuned in to the coming day.
Pulling myself off the bed, I walked naked into my adjoining bathroom and stared bleary eyed at myself in the large mirror over the sink, before stepping in front of the toilet for my morning pee. As the stream started, it squirted off to one side for a moment; my pee slit glued partially shut with residue of last night's jerkoff session.
"Damn..." I muttered, as I had to wipe off the rim of the toilet with some tissue. Shaking my head, I turned to the small walk in shower stall. There was still plenty of room in there, and it even had two shower heads staged at different levels. Turning the warm water on, I stood and let it rinse over me, flowing refreshingly over my body and down the channel of my butt crack on its way to the drain.
Noticing a bottle of vanilla scented body wash on a shelf in the stall, I squirted a big dollop of it into my hand and began lathering myself generously with it, enjoying the touch of my own soapy hand, as it caressed my body, and yes, lingered for a bit fondling my soft, and then semi soft boy parts...
There's just something nice about standing under the warm stream of a shower. It feels good, and I leaned forward, placing my hands against the slate gray tiles of the stall, and let the water flow soothingly like a massage against my back. "Mmm..." I muttered, enjoying the warmth and feel of it; until I heard my mom calling to me again, this time outside my bedroom door.
"Danny, breakfast is ready, hurry along please." She insisted.
"I'll be right there mom..." I answered, reluctantly rinsing the scented body wash off of my now erect boyhood. Clambering out of the shower stall I toweled off quickly, and then ran a comb through my hair, getting it just right.
Back in my bedroom, tossing the towel onto the bed as I walked to the bedroom door and opened it, taking two steps out into the hall... "Oh shit..." I breathed, quickly retreating, as I realized I hadn't put any clothes on. Hurriedly closing the door, I grabbed up a fresh pair of board shorts from my bag and stepped into them; not bothering with underwear, I was careful not to catch myself in the zipper as I zipped up.
Once downstairs I grubbed down on the bacon and eggs that my mom had made for me, guzzling down a large glass of O.J. to finish up. Feeling fresh, wide awake and content with a full belly, I walked out onto the back deck to sit in the morning sun. My parents were sitting out there as well, drinking coffee, and my dad gave me a cheery smile as I popped myself down on a deck chair.
About nine thirty my folks started getting ready to drive into the village. My dad asked if I still wanted to stay here with my friend; which of course is what I wanted to do. Dad said they would be gone all morning, shopping and doing a little exploring and such. They wouldn't be back till early afternoon, which was cool by me.
When you're twelve-years-old, getting a little alone time is a welcome thing, even when it comes with a reminder from the parents about keeping out of trouble. My mom strictly forbade me to swim in the ocean without them or another adult around, even though I was a better swimmer than either of them... I rolled my eyes, on cue, and with that they headed out to the SUV and drove off with a wave and a smile.
It was nearly ten, and after pulling on a white Nike tank top, I scrambled down the steps of the back deck and headed off across the beach toward Nick's Place. I jogged for a few minutes, noticing that I was surprisingly anxious to see him again. Whoa... It was almost as if I had some kind of boy crush on him. Well that's different.
As I got further down the beach, and closer to Nick's place, I noticed a boy who I thought might be Nick, moving around out on the sand. As I got closer, eventually I saw that it was indeed my new friend, and he was flying one of those really cool, technical beach kites.
Immediately I could feel myself getting excited. Nick was wearing a bright white tank top that came down to his upper thighs, and it almost made it look like he wasn't wearing any shorts, since his hips were covered by the shirt. In fact, he wasn't... As he moved around struggling to control and maneuver the large, two string kite, his shirt lifted when he raised his arms overhead, and this revealed him to be wearing a small, bright blue Speedo.
I actually stopped jogging for a moment, my eyes surely widened at this most intriguing visage. The weird thing is, I was actually feeling excited by the sight of it. He looked awesome, and suddenly I could feel a weird sense of anticipation. Nick's feet and long tanned legs were bare, quite literally up to his crotch, and I actually shivered at the sight. Nick turned his head and smiled at me when he saw me approaching.
"Hey..." Nick called out to me with a nod of the head in greeting. His hands were occupied with the tugging lines of the kite, and he turned his attention back to it.
"Hi Nick." I replied, drawing near. With a toothy grin, Nick turned and steered the big colorful kite into a dive, which swooped down near me, causing me crouch in the sand, before he whisked it back up into deep blue sky just above my head.
"Almost got ya..." He laughed, as I ran up alongside of him.
"That's pretty cool." I beamed, standing just behind Nick and watching as he maneuvered the streamlined kite into colorful loops and dives all around us.
"Wanna' try it?" Nick asked with a warm smile. He stabilized the kite, holding it in a steady hover in the air far out in front of us. Turning toward me, he put one of the control handles in my hand, then moved himself around behind me before handing me the other controller.
"I'm not sure how to do this..." I confided, feeling the surprising tug of the kite as it hung in the wind overhead. "Whoa..." I breathed, when the kite drifted to one side, pulling my arms with it. Nick laughed as he stood right behind me. He put his hands up on my shoulders to help hold me steady till I got used to it.
"Just pull one of the lines a little." He urged. I followed his instruction, and the kite veered to one side. Nick pulled my other arm back, and the kite turned and climbed back into the sky.
"Whoa cool..." I intoned.
"That's it you've got it." He offered, as he gave me tips on how to control the kite, and within a few minutes I was able to do some tenuously controlled loops and dives with the straining kite.
"This is so cool..." I reiterated with a grin as Nick stood alongside me.
"You picked it up really quick." he praised, resting his hand softly on my shoulder again. I grinned over at him, enjoying the powerful tug of the kite, and the feel of his hand on my shoulder in such a friendly way. I turned my head to look directly at him, noticing his green eyes shining brightly against the tan of his face.
We flew the kite for well over an hour, switching off frequently, with me learning new stunts all the while. Nick showed me how to literally stall the kite, landing it gently on the soft sand, so that you could give it a quick tug to get it airborne again.
We made up a game, and whoever wasn't flying it, had to run out to the water and back, while the other guy dive bombed him with the kite to see how close we could get. It was a hoot, and Nick sent me sprawling to the sand on several occasions to avoid the devilish dive of the wind serpent.
Nick's last time running out to the water, I swooped the kite in so close that he felt the winged edge graze his hair as it whisked skyward. "Whoa..." Nick laughed. "That was a bloody close one mate." He chirped in a pretend English accent. I couldn't help but laugh at his playfulness.
Nick took over one last time, and I ran out to the surf, splashing through it and playfully taunting him, before turning around to run back. Nick dove the kite, and I had to fall back onto the sand to avoid collision. The colorful bomber swooped back at me, with the soft wing tip actually strafing my tank top just above my waist.
"Whoa..." I chortled, "That one nearly nicked me nuts..." I laughed, trying to do an English accent of my own.
"I get it." Nick laughed, "It nearly 'Nick'ed your nuts." We both cracked up at the unexpected pun on his name.
Finally a bit worn out, we set the kite aside, and sprawled out in the sand to relax for a few minutes. Lying there, with his tank top inadvertently hiked up a bit, Nick's shiny blue Speedo's were openly visible. Trying to be discrete about it, I couldn't help but look at the small, tight swimsuit, and the clearly defined outline and roundness of his boy baubles. His balls were pressing firmly against the thin fabric.
A shiver ran through me as I stealthily ogled his scantly covered boy bits. Damn... I don't know what it was, but my tummy was flittering with butterflies. I looked away, but I could feel that queasy excitement already stirring down below in my board shorts.
As if drawn to it, I glanced shyly at Nick's groin again, and he unintentionally shifted his knee up and out to the side a little, affording me an even better, more enticing view of his youthful protuberance.
This is so weird. I found it difficult not to just stare at it, and I think at one point Nick became aware of my overt glances. Surprisingly though, as if by design, he reached back behind his head and grabbed the collar of his tank top, pulling it upward and off over his head.
Without looking at me, he twisted and spread it out on the sand behind him, so that he could lay back on it. I swallowed hard, his near nakedness was making me squirm. Reaching back, I tugged my tank top off as well, and settled back on the sand with my eyes once again playing over Nick's nearly bare physique... Shit he looked nice... I nearly shivered again with excitement.
Nick was so lean; and like me, there really wasn't but an ounce of fat on him anywhere, as I looked over his boylike, but maturing body. Nick had his eyes closed now as he lay there, and I took the opportunity to scrutinize him more closely. Starting with his nicely tanned feet and up those long smooth legs to that beautiful blue Speedo with the concealed boy bits beneath.
His rounded bulge looked absolutely brilliant, and intriguing to me. I could see the molded shape of his testicles beneath the fabric, even the ever so slight indent that separated his twin nuggets. Then there was his soft, youthful boy tube which was clearly slanting upward and off to the left, sheathed below the shimmering blue nylon fabric.
Shuddering, I had to look away for a moment needing to gather myself. My insides were roiling in that odd way, and even though I'm only twelve I recognize sexual excitement when I feel it coming on. And this was it...
I closed my eyes trying to shut off this magical spell that had me transfixed on my friend's boylike goods. I mean, I'm in puberty right? I've looked all this stuff up on the internet, and asked Siri all sorts of curious sex questions on my iPhone 6. So I know that puberty does all kinds of weird stuff to you.
It not only changes your body, but it fucks with your head as well. So, I didn't know whether this sudden attraction to another boy was just unguided pubescent horniness, or some deep seeded agenda. I just don't know.
Opening my eyes again, I looked furtively in Nick's direction once more, glancing down at the v-like groove formed by the lean cut of his lower abdomen as it plunged down and inward, disappearing into the narrow width of his Speedo. Gotta tell ya, I shivered again with excited tension. Suddenly I desperately wanted to see the flesh that was forming the mound hidden beneath that scant swimwear...
Fantasy is a funny thing. The mind can wander at will sometimes, plunging you into whatever scenario you want to imagine. When I closed my eyes again, I could almost envision Nick lying there without anything on; which led in my mind to him getting an erection...
By this time though, it was me who had gotten the erection. Nick must have looked over and seen the tent in my shorts at some point, because I heard him chuckle all of a sudden, and opening my eyes I saw that Nick was indeed looking right at me with a sly smile on his face.
"Better keep that thing on a leash." Nick teased, "Before it bites someone..." My face colored with embarrassment, but I managed an awkward smile back at him. I finally nodded quietly, trying to act as cool as possible, pretending it was just one of those things.
"Or, you could let that dog out of your shorts and see where it goes." he laughed, "I mean, that's what I'd do..." I looked him in the eyes, and his warm smile turned into a friendly grin. It didn't seem to bother Nick at all that I had an erection; and I was almost certain that he knew that he was the cause of it...
We lay there quietly in the sun for a moment, and finally Nick looked over at me. "So, did you do it last night?" He asked rather boldly, an impish smile on his lips again.
"Did I do what..?" I questioned.
"Oh come on, you know. Did you do what we've been joking about?" His green eyes glittered as he smiled. In spite of my embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile back with a crooked little grin of my own. "Yeah, I thought so..." He remarked, though I'd never actually answered him.
"What about you?" I asked after a long pause, finally summoning the courage to say it. Nick's smile increased, giving me his wordless answer. Funny thing was, as I looked at him, it wasn't hard to see that the lump in his Speedo seemed to be filling out a bit.
Nick must have felt a little self conscious then. Unlike my board shorts which still pretty much concealed my stiff pickle, Nick's Speedo didn't offer much concealment for a hardening hot dog. He sat up, and grabbing his tank top from behind him, he quickly held it over his lap. He rolled to his left and hopped up from the sand, still holding the tank top in place.
Come on..." He said. "Let's go inside and grab something to drink. Grab my kite will ya, my hands are kinda full at the moment." I giggled as I got up from the sand, and tossing my own tank top over my shoulder, I stooped and gathered up his colorful kite from the beach and followed along behind him.
We walked across the little sand dune to the back of his house. Much like the beach house where I was staying, there was a large deck that ran the length of it along the back, and it too had a small hot tub built right alongside it. We crossed the deck, and wiping the sand off our feet with our shirts, we went inside.
The house was a high beamed affair, and it felt very open and spacious. As we walked in, the kitchen and living area were all blended into one giant room, with only a large eating island dividing the two areas.
Nick tossed his tank top on the counter and walked to the fridge, pulling the door open. He stooped a bit to look inside and check out its contents. "Hmm... You want a Pepsi? Some juice, or water, or what?" He asked. I stood behind him a few feet, my eyes happily glued to the tight round globes of his butt, which was barely covered by the small Speedo.
"I uhh... Huh? Oh, maybe a Pepsi I guess." I stammered. Nick reached in and grabbed up a couple of cans for us, reaching one arm back to hand one to me. Reaching back in, he pulled out something wrapped in foil.
"We can snack on these." he offered, peeling back the foil to reveal several large slices of left over pizza. Mmm, cold pizza from the fridge, what kid doesn't like that? Placing it on the counter, Nick pulled a tube of Pringles potato chips from one of the cupboards, and we stood at the counter talking casually while we snacked on the goodies.
I had the urge to ask Nick some things, wanting to bring up our previous conversation on the beach, but I was really nervous about it. I mean, even though we had been hinting at, and joking about boners, and jacking off and stuff, well, it's a tough subject to just dive into.
Especially since I really didn't even know Nick all that well; but all of our talk had gotten me kind of curious, as boys always are about this kind of stuff. Boys like to get into it though, if they feel comfortable enough with their buds. But still, there's a big difference between making jokes, and implied innuendo, and actually talking seriously about it.
Like I said before, I'm really kind of shy and private when it comes to such things. My buddies back home and I like to joke about it and stuff, and even innocently grab each others groins occasionally when we wrestle around and stuff, but... I'm still way too shy to have ever pursued the subject any further, even though I had a ton of questions and a curiosity to match.
The thing about Nick was, we didn't know each other that well. Which in some ways made it seem easier to maybe talk about sex stuff; and in some ways made it harder. I mean, I was really starting to like Nick. What if I said the wrong thing? What if all our talk was just that, innuendo. The silly comments that twelve-year-olds make, and not a real opening to satisfy our curiosity? What if he thinks I'm weird, what if he....
"Danny, can I ask you something?" Nick asked suddenly, drawing me out of my musings. I looked over at him curiously, coming back to the present.
"Yeah. You can ask me anything you want." I responded, hoping that he would.
"So..." He hesitated, pondering his impending question. "You know the stuff we've been talking about right?" Nick asked, eventually making a small jerking motion with his hand, as a little clue.
"Uh... Yeah..." I responded softly, more than a little curious now.
"So, I was wondering... Hoping actually, that we could talk about it some more!?" Nick suggested, his face coloring slightly as he said it.
"Really?" I blurted out and started to laugh. "I was... Well, actually wanting to ask you the same thing." We both smiled at one another, each of us certainly feeling more at ease, and each of us sensing the door was open for anything.
"This is so cool." Nick said excitedly, seemingly not wanting to waste any time. "Come on." We slipped our tank tops back on, and grabbing up our pizza, and Pepsi's we headed quickly across the living room and up the stairs, across the hall and through to his bedroom. Even though we were alone in the house, Nick closed his door, intimating just how private this topic of conversation should be.
Nick hopped up on his bed, and motioned for me to join him. I did, albeit a bit timidly due to the pending conversation. We both sat awkwardly for a moment, with Nick taking a sip of his Pepsi to wet his mouth before starting. Or, perhaps stalling, feeling a little shy now. He smiled nervously, as did I.
"This is harder than I thought." Nick began. "So, how often do you do it? You know, jerk off and stuff." I could feel my face flush just a bit, and I looked down at my slice of pizza, still feeling a little shy myself.
"You know, like... Every day." I confessed, looking up fearfully as if I may have revealed something weird. A little smile flashed across Nick's features.
"Me too..." He nodded, seemingly happy that we were of a like mind, causing me to smile awkwardly back at him. "I usually do it at bedtime. How about you?" Nick asked, and I nodded in answer.
"Yeah, same here. Or, like, in the shower sometimes." I offered. Nick grinned and nodded at me in agreement. We both smiled at one another, feeling much less awkward now.
"So... Do you like, squirt anything yet?" Nick wondered. This felt like even more of an intimate question.
"A little bit." I mumbled nervously, but wondering if Nick might be impressed. "Do you?" I asked.
"Uh huh. Not a lot yet, but you know, a little squirt. Sometimes even two." Nick replied, and then he discreetly reached down to push his palm against his tank top, which was hanging low over his Speedo. I knew what he was doing of course, because in all honesty I had to do the same thing, tweak my stiffening boy pole. Funny how just talking about this stuff can make you hard. We smiled knowingly at one another.
We sat quietly for a moment, finishing off our drinks and kind of absorbing what we'd confessed to each other. Nick looked up at my eyes, as if judging something, or, perhaps getting up the nerve to go further. Finally Nick hopped up off the bed, and crossing to his bedroom door, he checked it, making sure it was locked.
He looked a bit nervous all of a sudden, and I was feeling oddly excited as I wondered what it was he had in mind. "I'm gonna show you something." Nick said, and I shuddered suddenly, feeling nervous, still wondering and anticipating where this was going.
I had fantasized before, really curious as to what his dick looked like, and now I sat nervously curious, and almost hoping if that's what Nick was thinking about. He got down on the floor and reached under a small dresser, pulling out what looked like several magazines. My eyes widened with interest. "What are those?" I asked, as Nick sat alongside of me on the edge of the bed. He looked at me with a sneaky look.
"These are Nudist Magazines." Nick breathed almost proudly, and he began to open one of them. My eyes opened wide as I looked at the first few pages. Everyone was naked. I had seen a Playboy once before, but this magazine had families in it; with kids our own age. There were men and women, and a lot of pictures of naked boys and girls of all ages.
Nick glanced over at me to gauge my reaction. "So... Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded sheepishly. "So, do you like girls, or... Or boys?" he asked as nonchalantly as possible. I felt a weird feeling run through me. I mean, I've never really thought about it like that before. It was strange to actually have the question put to you out loud like that...
I looked at Nick and shrugged in a non committed way. "I've never really thought about it?" I told him honestly. "What... What about you?" I asked anxiously. Nick looked at me and shrugged as well. Still, I couldn't help but notice that both of us seemed to be taking more of an interest in looking at the nude pictures of the boys.
The magazine was spread across both of our laps, as we sat closely on the bed, and turning the page, there was a picture that had three boys in it, clearly about the same age as us. One was circumcised, and the other two boys weren't.
"Which one are you?" Nicked asked shyly.
"Huh, what do you mean?" I questioned. Nick pointed down the picture, moving his finger between the two types. "Oh..." I replied, glancing shyly at him. "I've uh, still got my foreskin." I confessed, somehow feeling again like I was revealing some kind of little secret.
Nick looked over at me, his green eyes twinkling curiously. "Cool... I really like those." He said honestly, revealing a little something about his preferences. "I'm cut." he added, clearly willing to share now.
"I know." I replied a little too quickly. Nick looked at me curiously.
"Really? How do you know I'm circumcised?" Nick wondered with a curious grin.
"Well, to be honest, your Speedo really shows it off kind of clearly..." I confessed. Nick blushed a little, then smiled awkwardly. He moved the magazine aside and lifted his tank top to take a look for himself. "See..." I said, pointed to the head of his penis, which was pressing stiffly against the fabric. You could clearly see the ridge of his youthfully erect knob. He blushed again, but smiled slyly...
"Whoa... I didn't know it was that obvious." Nick commented sheepishly. "I can't tell about yours." He said almost disappointedly, as he looked suggestively at the front of my board shorts. "Wanna' get comfortable." Nick suggested, scooting back on the bed and leaning up against the wall. I followed his lead, sitting right alongside him. He opened the magazine again, draping it over both of our laps.
We looked at more of the nudist pictures, and even though we tried to be discreet about it, it was quite obvious that we were both reaching frequently beneath the magazine, needing to squeeze, and press against our plumped up boy tools.
Nick moved the magazine away for a moment, and I noticed the little dime sized wet spot on the front of his Speedos, just at the top of his boy bulge.
"You're leaking..." I noted, with an excited little squeak, more to myself than to Nick. His face colored again, embarrassed by the apparent drop of precum that had seeped through the thin fabric of his swimsuit.
Nick looked over at me, curious about my reaction to his little wet spot. "It's okay." I told him reassuringly. "I probably have the same thing going on." Then I reached down to rub my fingers over my tented board shorts.
"Yeah, but yours doesn't show..." Nick replied, sounding almost disappointed. I just shrugged, not knowing what else to do.
We opened up the magazine again to continue our perusal of the surprisingly arousing pictures. We always seemed to linger on the many pictures of nude boys, both of us wanting to look at them a little longer. "He's kinda cute..." Nick commented without thinking, as we looked at a close up picture of one boy.
I don't think Nick even realized that he had said it out loud. I looked over at his face, and he was anxiously studying the picture. That's when it really sunk in to me, what I had already kind of figured. Nick was seriously into boys...
Looking back at the picture for a moment, I felt an undeniable rush of excitement, as I thought about Nick, knowing that he liked boys... It was quite obvious to me now, and the way I was reacting, I seemed to like them as well.
We continued looking at the magazines for a while, frequently squeezing ourselves down below, and after awhile, we weren't even trying to be discreet about it. Either we didn't care if the other guy knew what we were doing, or we were so jacked up that we forgot to think about it.
I couldn't help but to look down at Nick's bare legs and feet, noticing now that they would twitch excitedly once in a while. Shit, his long boyishly tanned legs were nice to look at, and with the pictures that we were looking at, and Nick sitting so close, right next to me, it was all I could do not to unload in my board shorts.
I actually thought about suggesting it to Nick, to see if he wanted to jerk off together right then and there, but... Shit, it seemed so embarrassing. No one had ever seen me with an erection before, and the thought of exposing it to someone was, well, scary...
Several times I tried to screw up my courage and mention it, but each time I chickened out. Unknown to me, Nick was wanting to do the exact same thing. He was struggling to say something to me. But again, it was one thing to talk about this stuff, that was hard enough to get started; but to take that next step... Awkward...
After a time, rubbing ourselves below the magazine, and under the cover of our tank tops like that, simply became too much. I heard Nick make a stifled grunting sound next to me, and when I glanced at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, his face in a grimace. Clearly he was right on the edge, and fighting to stave off an orgasm.
The very sight of him like that made my boy junk twitch, doing that odd pulse thing. You know, the way it does if you try to stop yourself just short of cuming. I'm sure that several drops of precum rolled out of my dick, and I didn't dare move a muscle for several seconds. One little rub either way would surely cause an open fire...
Both of us sat there quietly for a moment, trying to avoid embarrassment. Nick finally pushed the magazine aside and shinnied off the bed. "Gotta use the bathroom..." He mumbled, tension in his voice.
He disappeared out the door, and I let out a sigh of relief of my own, arching back and trying to pinch the head of my dick through my board shorts. 'Man that was close...' I thought to myself. I took a quick glance to be sure that Nick wasn't coming back, and then slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts. Sure enough, there was a damp spot there against my skin. Precum alright...
I calmed down a bit, and after a minute, Nick came back into the bedroom. He had changed out of his Speedos, and was wearing a pair of shorts now, similar to mine. "I had to pee..." he offered, knowing full well it was a silly excuse, we both knew he had a wet stain in the front of his skimpy swimsuit. He'd leaked as much precum as I had.
"So, wanna' go outside for awhile?" he suggested. I nodded back quickly. Even though we both wanted to go further, it was kind of embarrassing to think about it at the moment. We had both wanted to suggest that we jerk off together, but neither of us had the balls (excuse the pun) to bring it up. It's a big step, that first time...
We tramped down the stairs and back out onto the back deck, leaning against the railing while we stood in the warm sunshine for a few minutes. Nick glanced at me, and smiled timidly.
"That was kinda fun..." I said softly. "Those nudist magazines were pretty cool."
"Yeah..." Nick nodded. "Maybe... Maybe we can look at them again later if you want." I glanced at him and met his curious look with an impish smile.
"I'd like that." I replied quietly. "Wanna' go up the beach and see if anything else is going on?" Nick nodded, and we bounced down the stairs of the deck to the paddock and the beach below.
Stripping off my tank top again, I tossed it onto a beach chair below his deck. Nick followed my lead, and the two of us jogged off down the beach wearing nothing but our board shorts.
There may be a lot of touristy types in some areas and beaches in the Hampton's, but there's also some pretty classy areas where most of the people you see strolling the beaches either live here, or have a summer house here. Guess that's alright either way, but there aren't always a lot of kids hanging around to play with. That may be one of the reasons that Nick had been so quick to come down to the beach the other day when he saw me; another boy exploring along the beach.
Of course, another reason was simply the fact that I was another boy. Yes, a potential friend; someone to play with. But there was more to it than that, I think. Nick liked boys... And I was beginning to think that I did as well.
We had a roaring blast of a time just running along the beach, traipsing through the incoming surf with all the exuberance of twelve-year-old boys, exploring every nook and cranny, every piece of stuff that the surf deposited on the sand. It was a hoot. Nick and I were laughing, teasing, and messing with each other like old friends.
Clearly without any other kids around, Nick seemed to need me as a friend. And likewise, for me to have a good time here, I needed him. The more friends you have when you are twelve, the better your life is. And when you find someone you may like in other ways as well... The potential is endless.
We had worked our way down the beach, all the way to the jetty and pier that I had first seen the day we'd rolled in here. In fact, it was where I had first seen Nick, sitting on the jetty, dangling his legs over the side. What a coincidence.
"Come on." Nick urged, and we ran under the pilings near the beach. It's always cool being a kid, and exploring stuff. We rummaged around under the pier, climbing on and over the wooden pilings and pier supports. Balancing on the struts like circus performers, as we walked like high wire artists, seeing who could go the furthest.
After awhile, we actually climbed up onto the jetty and wandered out to the pier itself. There were a handful of people way out at the end of it, casting lines and fishing in the ocean. We stopped for a while and talked with one older teenager, who had already caught a couple of salt water bass, which were swimming now in a five gallon pail of water there beside him.
There was a little bait and tackle shop/market just off the beach, which also carried snacks and stuff, so Nick and I pooled our couple of bucks and bought a package of Hostess Cup Cakes and a large soda. We'd been messing around so long that we were kinda hungry, so we split those as we walked back up the road toward our houses.
You ever notice, kids never wipe off the mouth of a bottle of soda when they share it. None of us have ever died from it, sharing food or drink and stuff. It's only adults who seem to be afraid of someone else's germs... And yet, it’s always kids who worry about getting cooties and stuff from a girl. Go figure.
Anyway, we passed the bottle of Cherry Pepsi back and forth till we had finished it, timely enough, just as we reached Nick's house. Veering off the road we walked down along the side of the house.
"Mm, nature calls..." Nick declared, and he turned to face the side of the house, unbuttoning his shorts as he did so. I didn't really need to go all that bad, but, it's comradery I guess, so I walked about six feet past him, and turned to the wall, fishing my pecker out as I did. We both cast furtive glances at one another, as our streams of yellow piss disappeared into the sand just at the base of the house. I couldn't really see much though since Nicks hand was in the way, but I was still curious.
I finished up first and made an extra effort to 'shake off', which Nick laughed at. He did the same thing, and I caught a brief glimpse of his dick just as he tucked it away. We smiled boyishly at each other and then continued around back, and up the steps to his deck.
"Ever use the Jacuzzi?" I asked, just out of curiosity as we walked past it.
"Sometimes." Nick replied. "It's too hot during the day, but late in the evening it's kinda' nice to come out and sit in it. Hey, maybe you can spend the night sometime while you're here and we can try it."
"That'd be cool." I agreed quickly as we went inside, and still feeling a little hungry we rummaged the fridge for a moment. Not much there, but we each snagged one of those individually wrapped mozzarella sticks, and a big pickle from a jar.
Of course Nick playfully wiggled the pickle in front of his shorts, I mean come on. What kid can resist doing that? Next to farting, making penis jokes is the next best thing when you're twelve.
"Wanna' go up to my room?" Nick suggested, and we automatically headed that way. Lets not make any pretenses here, of course I wanted to go up to his room. The magazines were up there, and after what we'd almost done before, well shy or not, you know what they say about second chances.
Nick closed the door behind us, and we hopped up on his bed again to chill for a minute and finish up our cheese sticks. He smiled awkwardly at me, and kinda nodded over to where he hides the nudist magazines. My immediate grin was my answer, and Nick scooted off the bed to retrieve one.
Without a word he crawled up and leaned his back against the wall. We sat close together again and glanced at one another in that naughty, conspiratorial way, and holding the magazine over our laps, Nick opened it up again.
It didn't take but a minute before I started feeling myself becoming aroused, and I'm sure it was pretty much the same for Nick. The pictures of nudist families weren't meant for that of course, but hey, a pubescent kid can turn on a dime and get hard over anything.
For me, I found again that it was the pictures of boys that held my interest, and there seemed to be no doubt about what was floating Nick's boat. He pointed to almost every boy, as if touching the picture somehow made it more erotic. "Oh man... That kid looks really nice..." He remarked, as he reached under the magazine for a brief fingering.
By this time, I was fully hard beneath my own shorts, and instinctively made a furtive adjustment, as if I were trying to hide it from Nick. Stupid I guess, because we both knew we were doing it.
Slowly we flipped through the pages, getting more and more worked up as we went. We glanced at each other frequently, with glittering eyes and impish smiles, and the little fingerings we were each doing became more frequent as well.
Nick seemed to like the pictures of boys with foreskins the most. "Is yours like this one, or... This one?" he wondered, pointing at two different boys with foreskin. They both looked pretty much the same to me, so I figured that Nick was kind of fishing for a chance to maybe take a look at mine.
I just shrugged, feeling the twinge of excitement doing battle with my shyness. Shit, like I said, I've never done anything like this with anyone. I mean, I've changed clothes in front of my friends back home and stuff, but this is far more serious. A nervous shiver ran through me...
In all truth, Nick never actually suggested anything like that. Just kind of hinted at it. I thought about the little jokes and stuff, the innuendo that we had traded back and forth the other day, and today on the beach. It's so stupid, because there isn't any doubt that doing something more was on both of our minds.
I hate to keep bringing this up, but again, come on what pubescent boy isn't always ready to have a go? Nick was fingering himself below the magazine again, and even with our shorts on, it wasn't hard to see the rounded bulges in either of our shorts.
Studying the pictures, my eyes wandered over to my friend's youthful body. We were only wearing board shorts now, and being mostly naked like this had kind of an erotic feel to it. Between Nick's sleek tanned body and the nudist magazine, I was getting pretty well jacked up.
Sitting there torn between shyness and need, and knowing we both wanted to do something more, I screwed up my courage and made a decision. Reaching down I quickly undid the button on my board shorts, and before I could change my mind again, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slipped them down my thighs, exposing my youthful erection and sagging balls...
My heart was pounding so hard I could here the rush of blood in my ears. I was mortified, and at the same time exhilarated by what I'd just done. I finally forced myself to look over at Nick, fearfully hoping I hadn't gone too far.
Nick's brilliant green eyes were open about as wide as they could get, and his mouth gaped open in a shocked expression. Oh fuck... I freaked him out. I must have fucked up, I thought, as panic gripped me.
Nick looked up into my eyes, and then still wide eyed, he focused back down on my tumescent boy tube. He closed his mouth, then swallowed dryly, eyes still transfixed on my boner. I saw movement, as he let the magazine fall away and he gave himself a meaningful squeeze... Licking his dry lips, he looked up into my eyes again. The shocked expression faded, and was slowly replaced by an impish smile.
"That is so cool..." Nick whispered hoarsely, still staring at my junk. He pushed the magazine off to the side, and swallowing his own nervousness he reached for his own shorts and pushed them off his hips and down his thighs.
It was my turn to feel that supreme rush of naughty excitement. I could feel my insides flutter and tingle as I looked at my friend's rigid appendage. This was the first boner I'd ever seen besides my own. He was circumcised, and his stiff boy tube was about the same four and a half inches as mine. It was arched, ever so slightly upward, crowned with a deep pinkish cap, not much wider than his shaft.
I swallowed excitedly, my breath matched Nicks; elevated. His testicles hung in a smooth hairless purse of satin-like skin, one riding slightly higher than the other, but... Shit they looked so awesome...
The underside of Nick's penis showed several thin bluish veins that webbed and disappeared at the tiny knoll of skin where his circumcision line gathered. I shivered with excitement, and looked up at Nick.
He smiled, a little awkwardly, a little excitedly, and he stared again at my penis. My foreskin was wrapped tightly around my glans, but pulling away slightly at the tip. Touching my fingertips to it, I slipped the thin sheath down, fully exposing my purplish, moist tip.
"Fuckin'a..." Nick wheezed. "That's so friggen cool..." He looked more closely at it, his mouth slack. He swallowed, with some difficulty, as he fingered his own turgid shaft. "I've never actually seen anyone with foreskin, except in pictures. And never with a hard on..." he shivered with pure delight. "You've got more pubes than me I think..." he muttered, pretty much to himself.
I looked at his pubic area in comparison. Nick may have had fifteen to twenty curly little pubes at the base of his dick; which in truth was about the same as me. Mine were just a little darker is all, so maybe it looked like more. But there really wasn't enough on either of us to call it a 'patch'. It was more like a dusting of pubes, if you really wanted to put a name to it.
Either way, it smacked of puberty. Both of us right in the throes of adolescent change and discovery. Without even thinking about it, Nick had absently started slowly stroking his boyhood. "Wanna jack off together..?" he suggested timidly.
"Looks like you've already started." I giggled, and then staring at his dick I started to stroke my own. What a sight... Two boys, staring transfixed at one another's junk as we jerked ourselves off. Oh man...
Like I said, I had never even really thought about actually doing this with another boy. It was wickedly erotic having someone watch you, and we were both doing it the same way, between our fingertips and thumb.
I've always heard about people fisting themselves, and I tried it once but, no way... It wasn't near as fun or stimulating as using the fingertips. Far more control this way... Using your fist seems kinda weird anyway. Like you're trying to pretend it's a girl’s cunt or something. Or, maybe in this case, another boy's bung hole. But that's not what you're doing is it? You're pleasuring yourself, so why pretend it's someone else. I want the best feeling out of it, and this is it...
Within moments, both of us had leaked a drop or two of precum. How could we not. Precum happens the more stimulated you are, and I'll tell you what, I had never been more stimulated in all my years, well, all my months of jerking off. This was crazy hot. Watching Nick was so fucking erotic...
I really wanted to touch his dick so badly, as I watched his balls bounce around with his vigorous stroking. I know Nick was thinking the same thing, and it seemed like he almost reached out one time, but he chickened out. Damn I would have welcomed his touch. It's just so awkward to initiate stuff like that. If you cross the line, you could scare your friend off, and that would be the end of it.
Quite incidentally though, my foot, which always seemed to squirm around a little when I jacked off, kicked out a little and it rubbed against Nick's foot. I didn't even notice it at first, but then became aware of the warm contact down there, and it felt really, really good.
I could feel the little movements and twitches of his foot against mine and... Fuck that only added to the excitement. I lolled my head back for a moment, eyes closed, engrossed in all the sensations streaming through my body. "Mmm.... Mmm..." I hummed in pleasure.
This seemed to open the door, because I heard Nick moan, ghostlike into the air. I suddenly felt the warm touch of skin on my thigh. I opened my eyes to see Nick's hand lying softly on my leg. It felt so awesome... I heard him moan again and looked up to see that he had his eyes closed for a moment, an intense expression on his face. Several minutes had passed, and we were both deep in the thick of it now. I could feel the precum on my fingers as it rolled over my plum colored cherry and dribble onto my fingers.
"That looks so fuckin' hot..." Nick mumbled, watching me again. His knee bumped against mine as it twitched vigorously, our feet never breaking contact as our legs continued their jerky motions. Oh man, we were both so close now... So close... Both Nick and I moaned, right there on the edge... The tingles were ripping though me, and...
"Nick? Nick honey I'm home." Came a female voice from downstairs; and at the same time we heard the front door bang closed.
"Oh shitttt...." Nick panicked, remembering that he hadn't locked his bedroom door. "My mom's home." We both panicked. Nick quickly let go of his penis and tugged at his shorts to pull them up. But he had been too close to climax, and as the fabric of his shorts rubbed across his prick, it throbbed in orgasm... "Unnnnnchhh..." He strained against it, but couldn't hold it back.
Several plentiful spurts of boyish seed spewed into his shorts, a few drops of it up onto his belly. I saw it happen, even as I was leaping off the bed trying to quickly pull up and fasten my own board shorts back in place.
"Nick honey, are you in your room?" She was close now, and then came a gentle tap on his door.
"Yeah mom..." Nick answered in a strained voice, and he pulled on a tee shirt just before the door opened. Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed with an awkward, almost telling smile as his mom walked in.
"You look flushed Nicky, and why are you breathing so hard? Are you alright?" His mom asked, then glanced over at me. "Oh, hello, who's this?" his mother asked, smiling pleasantly at me.
"Um, that's my friend Danny." Nick explained. "I told you about him yesterday. Danny, this is my mom." I managed a somewhat nervous smile, and reached out to shake her hand. Fortunately, she was distracted by meeting me, and didn't notice when Nick slid the Nudist Magazine out of sight behind him.
"You sure you're ok." His mom asked, putting her hand on his cheek, "You feel really warm."
"Yeah, we were just kinda' wrestling around a little." Nick offered. As good a reason as any for him to look and feel flushed. "We were just going outside to fly my kite on the beach..." Nick added, and taking the cue I scooped the kite up from the floor.
"Oh, that'll be fun." She said, as we all headed out the door. "Would you boys like me to make you something to eat, a late lunch or anything?" She wondered.
"No, no thanks mom. We just snacked on that cold pizza a few minutes ago, so we're gonna' head down to the beach."
"Alright then. Well, it was nice to meet you Danny." She offered. I smiled back a friendly grin, and nodded. Quickly, Nick and I went out on the deck and hurried down the stairs, crossing the dunes to the beach. We sat down on the sand for a moment.
"Man, that was too close..." I said, with a genuine shiver.
"You don't know the half of it." Nick answered, lifting his tee shirt to show me the damp stain in the fabric of his relatively thin, khaki board shorts. I looked down at the wet stain and smiled slyly. Then I looked up at him and we both broke out laughing.
"Way too close..." Nick agreed through his nervous chuckles... We sat there a moment collecting ourselves.
"Shit... It was gonna be a good one too." Nick said with a disappointed voice. "I was in such a hurry that I didn't get a chance to enjoy it."
"Well, at least you kinda' finish. I was about two seconds away myself, and I was leaking pretty good too..." We giggled boyishly again. "I... I liked doing that with you." I said quietly. Nick looked at me and smiled.
"Me too." he responded sincerely, his green eyes sparkling. "And... Well... I really like you..." His face colored, as he blushed nervously. We smiled timidly at one another, both of us a little embarrassed.
Nick hurriedly popped to his feet, and grabbing up the kite, he walked it out a little ways onto the sand, getting the kite ready as he played the lines out. I was still sitting in the sand, pondering what Nick meant when he said, 'I really like you'. Something about the way he said it made me wonder...
I watched Nick as he stooped over to spread out the lines of the kite. Then he knelt down to untie a loop in the string, and I stared at the firm roundness of his butt, and the inch or so of butt crack where his shorts gapped away from his body. He really was cute, and... And I realized that I liked him too... And probably the same way he meant it.
I knew that because I suddenly realized that I wanted to do more with Nick than just jerk off. Maybe a lot more... A little fantasy scenario was already playing out in my mind.
"Wanna' spend the night at my house?" I asked, suddenly inspired. He turned his head toward me, with another smile crossing his features.
"I'll have to ask my mom, but... Yeah, I'd really like to." He nodded.
"Sweet..." I said softly.
We both smiled boyishly, perhaps thinking or fantasizing of possible things to come. We spent the next hour and a half messing around with the kite on the beach, playing our little dive bomb game, and trying to come up with several new aerobatic stunts to do. This was so cool I thought to myself. Making a new friend like Nick; and likely forging into uncharted sexual waters...
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~~ End Of Chapter Two ~~
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