Summer House In The Hampton's
Chapter 04
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 three
*Nick started fishing in his backpack, finally pulling out a pair of underwear, but I stayed his hand. With a little smile, I took them from him and tossed them back onto his pack. "It feels better this way..." I advised, crawling naked under the sheets. Nick's eyes twinkled, and he slipped in alongside me, lying fairly closely to one another.
"You're right..." Nick said, stretching himself out under the cool sheets.
"What?"
"It does feel better sleeping naked." he smiled.
I switched off the bedside light, letting a dusty darkness settle over the room, and allowing us time for our eyes to adjust to it. "That was really fun..." I finally whispered to him.
"Shit yeah." Nick whispered back. It's kind of funny isn't it; when you turn out the lights, everyone always whispers. "I never had the guts to do something like this with anyone before. Even though I wanted to." Nick breathed quietly.
"Me neither." I agreed, happy that I had found a friend like this who was willing to explore these things. "Maybe we could... You know, do some other stuff later. You know, like we just did, I mean..?" It was a weird suggestion, and I was almost fearful of the momentary pause that followed.
"Yeah, I'd like that" Nick whispered back. Another pause. "I really like you Danny." And even though he'd said it in a whisper, I could still sense the vulnerability in his voice.
"Me too..." I breathed. Feeling compelled somehow, I slid my hand over to touch his. There was another pause, and then...
"Cool..." Nick whispered. "Cool..." With both of us pleasantly exhausted, it took no time at all for us to drift off to sleep. *
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Early the next morning I was in that kind of place, you know, where you are on the verge of waking up, but still not totally conscious. Floating out in space somewhere, waiting for your brain to boot up; kind of like you are dreaming, but not really dreaming. As I lay there, I became aware of a comfortable warmth nestled around me.
It was nice, a radiant warmth making me feel safe and content somehow. My eyes fluttered open finally, leading me to a pleasant surprise. It still didn't register for a second, but Nick, who was still sound asleep, had rolled over toward me sometime in the night, and now his young naked body was partially draped over mine.
Lying on his side, Nick's head was nestled softly against my shoulder, very near my cheek, his arm was lying loosely over my chest, and his leg, which was bent at the knee was softly resting over my thigh and nudged against my boy bits.
My eyes widened for a moment at the unexpected surprise, and it took me a moment to fully collect my thoughts. It was both weird, and wonderful at the same time. Twelve year old boys really don't know that much about intimate contact, so it felt weird having someone casually draped over me like this.
But at the same time it felt wonderful. It wasn't sexual, I mean, I didn't have a woody or anything, it was just a singular moment of innocuous intimacy. Moving tentatively, I rested my hand softly on Nick's arm. Just rested it there, quietly feeling the warmth of him against my palm.
A brief smile curled the corner of my mouth, and enjoying that moment, I rubbed my hand along his forearm, disturbing the fine strands of silken blond hairs that you could barely see; and then only because they stood out in contrast to his tanned skin.
With the bed sheet already pulled down to our waists, my eyes wandered over Nick's bare torso, carefully examining the soft, smooth texture of his youthful skin, and his boylike physique. Pure, curious wonder.
Another soft smile lit my features. What a rare moment for a boy; and since Nick was still sleeping, there was no awkwardness about this, no pretense about what was going on, no posturing or putting on airs. This was one of those moments of pure wonder that virtually defines being a boy. A bright eyed, inquisitive being. Exploring the wonders of life, and all the curious enchantments still unknown to him...
Moving gently, and lost in my own thoughts, I moved my fingers delicately across Nick's bare shoulder and onto his side, watching as tiny goosebumps rose on his skin. I shivered slightly at the response of his skin, to my tactile exploration.
Another brief and boylike smile flashed across my features, and my eyes flitted up toward his, checking I guess, that he was still asleep. His breathing came softly though, and I knew that he was.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I leaned my head closer to his, and breathed in the scent from his disheveled blond hair. My hand was still resting softly on his side, and feeling quite comfortable and wonderfully content, I began innocently caressing the soft skin there, from his arm down to his hip.
I don't know how long we lay there this way, but I was enjoying the quiet tenderness of the moment. When Nick finally woke, and he found himself half rolled up onto me, a surprised expression came to his face; he glanced up at me, and quite embarrassed, he quickly pulled away from me apologizing as he did so.
The rush of cool morning air quickly replaced the tender warmth of his body against my skin; and just like that, the tender moment was gone. "Man, I'm really sorry dude..." Nick apologized again knowing that he had rolled into me like that.
"I'm not sorry." I assured him. "It felt really nice, to be honest." I offered him a reassuring smile, and then totally surprising even myself, I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Nick's eyes widened with surprise, but not alarm. I don't know what had come over me. It was just an impulse, an uncharacteristic way to say thank you for the brief moment of intimacy that we had shared. Never the less, I was full on blushing now, and this time it was me stumbling to make the apology.
"Sorry I... I just, I..." Struggling mightily, and Nick looked at me for a moment, before a bemused smile spread his lips.
"I'm not sorry either..." He replied. "Like you just said; I kind of liked it." We both lay there quietly looking at each other for many seconds. Each of us feeling an odd mixture of excitement and deepening curiosity.
A moment later there was a soft knock at the bedroom door, and my dad's voice coming from the other side of it. "Come on boys, time to get up. Nick's mom invited us to go sailing later this morning. We're going to leave for the Marina in about an hour or so, so let's get a move on."
I looked over at Nick. "You guys have a sailboat?" I questioned. He nodded brightly at me. Apparently Nick's mom and my parents had really hit it off last night at the bar-b-cue. Perhaps it was the three bottles of wine that they had gone through, but they seemed to have become fast friends, much the way Nick and I had.
"We should probably take a quick shower." I suggested, hopping up and out of bed, and looking back at Nick, who was just sitting up sleepily. I always took a shower in the morning, just to totally wake up, and feel fresh to start the day.
Still butt naked, I strolled into the bathroom and got the water running at just the right temperature. Starting to get in, I hesitated, then went back to the door and looked back at Nick who was sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning.
"Well..." I said tiredly. "Are you coming?"
"Huh. Right now you mean? Together?" His green eyes opened wider with the sudden understanding of my intention. "Yeah... Well yeah." He replied, "I didn't know that's what you meant." He threw back the sheet, and slid his naked butt off the bed.
Nick followed me into the large shower stall, and quite innocently we began to bathe together, alternating ourselves under the two shower heads. There really wasn't anything sexual involved, it was simply two boys sharing a shower. Besides, there probably wasn't time for any messing around anyway, even if one or the other of us had suggested, or hinted at it.
Watching Nick try to reach around to wash his back, I simply started helping him. He glanced at me curiously, then twisted his back toward me making it easier. He then seemed to appreciate and enjoy the special attention. Then without waiting for me to ask, he did the same for me, happily washing my back. His soapy palms scrubbed all around, and taking a little initiative, he went all the way down, rubbing over my rounded butt cheeks; which was quite the unexpected treat.
In fact, the whole thing was a nice treat for both of us. And it was too compelling not to watch one another openly. I mean think about it; seeing another naked body, glistening with water as streams of soapy white suds rolled down over silky tanned skin... Shit, it's enough to get you excited. And it kinda' did. Both of us were gaining mild erections in the process; which of course only served to make it all the more exciting.
Hearing my dad call up to us again, we glanced at each other almost disappointedly and hurriedly shampooed our hair, rinsed off and padded out to dry ourselves, leaving wet footprints across the tile floor. Note to self; must do this with Nick again... Yeah....
Finally dressed and downstairs, my mom had bowls of raisin cereal, and a plateful of buttered toast waiting for us. Eating quickly, we gathered our stuff and headed out to help my dad load up the SUV. It was a wonderfully sunny morning, and going out on the water in a sailboat sounded awesome.
As we rolled out, Nick directed my dad on how to get to the Marina, and we stopped in at a nearby village market to grab some ice for the cooler, a bunch of snacks and soda's, and of course, more wine for the adults. It only took fifteen minutes on the road, and we finally pulled off into the quaint Sand Shoal Marina.
Nick showed us where to park, and then we walked down the rows of piers, toting the cooler and our bags. When we got to the third pier, Nick entered the gate code and we all tramped down the ramp toward the fourth slip.
Nick's mom was already on the boat, checking the rigging, and getting it ready to go. "Whoa, nice boat..." I called out excitedly, looking over the gleaming blue and white 35' Erickson sailboat.
"Whew..." My dad whistled. "Very nice indeed." Nick's mom, Nancy, waved us aboard with a cheery smile. We clamored aboard, loading the cooler and daypacks. This was gonna' be fun.
Together, we all helped getting her ready, and as Nick and I finally untied the bow and stern lines from the dock cleats, his mom put the small kicker motor in gear, and we pulled out of the slip. Nick's mom was very experienced at sailing, and she steered us out past the breakwater and out into open water.
Nancy happily gave us all instructions on how to sail. This was one of her passions, and she seemed very pleased to instruct us as she assigned us all small tasks to take care of. Nick already knew his way around of course, so he helped me as well as we set sail and took to the ocean breeze.
It was a blast... With a warm day, and a pleasantly stiff breeze, the boat came about and slid across the water at a surprisingly crisp pace. It was so much fun, as the wind raced through your hair, an occasional fine mist of spray danced over the bow to dampen your skin. Several seagulls seemed to follow our course for a short while, as if checking things out before banking off to chart their own course amongst the air currents.
"Whoo..." I hollered from my position along the rail. We were really flying, and Nancy smiled at my enthusiasm. She diligently gave us all further sailing lessons, as we sliced northerly across the sparkling water.
She even let me take the wheel, instructing me on how to turn, and give the proper commands. "Prepare to come about..." She called out. Meaning everyone else was to be ready to do their assigned tasks. Everyone was in place, and with a nod from Nancy I hollered, "Coming about..." As I turned the wheel. Nick released the jib, and as we turned, the sail snapped crisply to the other side. My dad trimmed the jib on his side, and the crisp tack was complete.
"Whoa..." I beamed, "That was too cool..." Nick gave me a thumbs up, and Nancy told me, "Well done captain..." She was really good at sailing, and had an easy way about her as she taught us all the basics of this classy sport.
We spent a wonderful morning, basking in the hot sun, washed by a refreshingly cool sea breeze. My hair was flowing backwards in the wind, and adjusting my sun glasses, both Nick and I smiled happily as we sat near the bow as she scooted across the water at a refreshing clip.
It was frighteningly awesome at times, when the boat leaned hard into the wind; and if you were sitting on the windward side of the boat well above the water, you could look down across her beam to the water below, feeling at times as if she'd tip. Scary but awesome. Nick's mom was very experienced though, growing up on the water, and racing sailboats with her father.
After a long while we took up a more casual pace, falling off race speeds and just sailing along without a care. Nick and I hurried below into the cabin, wanting to change out of our board shorts into swimwear for a possible swim.
The inside of the boat was awesome looking. It was cozy yet roomy all at the same time. All the wood was beautifully hand crafted teak, and the spacious cabin was rich with it. There was a small range, sink and dorm refrigerator aft, and then some comfy looking, colorfully upholstered seating areas along each side. There was a small table, and tons of storage compartments all around, all with teak doors. The sleek streamlined windows along the sides all had a sliding fitted curtain, and there was a door forward which closed off a large comfortable sleeping berth beyond it.
"Wow, this is cool." I told Nick as I stepped down. "Way bigger than I expected."
"I know right... It's like a tiny apartment, and I love sleeping on the boat sometimes."
"Cool..." I breathed again, “That would be fun." Nick closed the hatch, and without embarrassment, he quickly peeled off his boardies, and causally stepped into his vivid blue Speedo again. Mmm, that had a really nice look to it, didn't it... Stripping out of my shorts as well, I began digging for my swimsuit from my day bag, but Nick stopped me suddenly.
"Here... Wear a pair of my Speedo's." He offered, holding out a skimpy, bright yellow Speedo. I hesitated at first, a bit reluctant because of how skimpy they looked, I mean, it was about as close to being naked as you could get. Nick shook his head with a sarcastic smirk. "Dude come on... Your folks have seen you walk around in your underwear, right?" He queried. To which I nodded. "So what's the diff..?" I looked again at the Speedo's and realized that he was probably right.
Pulling on the thin yellow suit that Nick had handed me, I glanced down to observe my boyhood, neatly outlined beneath the taut fabric. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I reached down to adjust my boy bits a little. I glanced at the mirror on the back of the door, and my eyebrows rose as my face screwed up doubtfully.
"I don't know..." I mumbled, looking at my reflection. My boy package was thinly veiled, as if only by a heavy coating of yellow paint; and at least an inch or two of my butt crack was on display in back as well. I scrunched my nose up, frowning.
"You look great." Nick offered honestly. I looked over at him, and I have to admit he certainly looked awesome in his Speedo. I was still feeling a bit shy about it, but he was right. It wasn't something that my parents hadn't seen before, and Nick's mom certainly wasn't interested in the 'short comings' of a twelve-year-old boy; and Nick surely wasn't complaining about the view.
We climbed out of the cabin and back up on deck into the warm summer sunshine. Moving our way forward, we had decided to lay out on the deck near the bow. "Woo, look at you..." My mom hooted at the Speedo. An apparent attempt to thoroughly embarrass me. Which it did...
"Mommmm..." I growled back at her, as everyone else started laughing. Why do parents think they have to do stuff like that anyway?" But I guess it was kinda' funny.
Nick and I moved quickly to the bow and laid our beach towels on the deck, sitting with our legs dangling over the side as we leaned against the railing and let the warm winds stream over us.
A short time later, Nick's mom suggested we had better put some sun screen on before we burned to a crisp. We both already had nice tans so I doubted that would happen, but his mom tossed us a tube of sun tan lotion, while my dad tried his hand at steering the sailboat.
We rubbed ourselves down with the cocoa scented lotion, even helping one another to spread it evenly over our backs; another nice treat if I cared to admit it... And I have to say, Nick's tanned body looked really nice to me, all slickened down and glistening with the lotion like that. Shiver...
After sailing across the seas, and watching the beautiful coastline for a long while, Nick's mom had us drop sail, and we entered a small protected inlet along the shoreline. It really had a secluded dessert isle feel to it, since it was accessible only by boat. Nancy anchored the sailboat in the crescent moon shaped cove, and my dad helped her break out an inflatable skiff-like boat which was stored in an aft compartment.
The skiff was only large enough for three people, so the adults went ashore first. They had also taken the cooler and a few other things, so that Nancy and my mom could set up for a little picnic ashore, and my dad would come back and get us boys later.
That was cool with us, and Nick and I just laid out on the deck of the anchored sailboat while we waited. Feeling more than a little thirsty, Nick had me open the forward hatch, and I crawled inside to get a couple of cold drinks from the dorm-like fridge unit in the cabin.
The grownups had taken the sodas along with them in the cooler, so I put some ice in glasses and filled them up with juice. Reaching back up through the hatch, I handed Nick the glasses, then crawled up onto the deck and sat alongside him. I hadn't noticed, but he was watching me quite intently.
"You know, you really do look pretty good in that Speedo." Nick remarked, apparently scoping out my adolescent bulge. It felt a little awkward, knowing how the suit displayed my junk so clearly, but I reached down and gave myself a playful little squeeze just for Nick's benefit.
"Yeah? Well keep your hands off the goods." I teased. Nick nearly choked on his drink, as he started to laugh, and then he rolled over quickly onto his stomach; no doubt trying to hide his newly stiffening boy pickle from me.
We relaxed there for a minute simply enjoying the sun, and I couldn't help but look over at Nick's near nakedness for a moment. Lying there on his stomach, his legs spread slightly, and the rounded bulbs of his bum wantonly made my insides tingle slightly.
With a sly smile, I reached into my glass and pulled out one of the ice cubes from it. Reaching over, and without warning I held it snuggly against Nick's bare back. He jerked in response to the sudden cold assault, but then settled back onto his towel, saying that it felt kinda' nice actually.
Still feeling mischievous, I slid the ice cube around on his bare skin, from the small of his back upward between his shoulder blades. The ice cube was melting against the heat of his skin, and I watched intrigued, as the melted drops of crystalline water rolled down his body inching toward his butt along the groove of his spine.
With an impish little smile, I slid the cube downward on his backbone, and deliberately pushed it into the two inch valley of exposed butt crack, showing there just above his Speedo. He jerked, propping up on one elbow as the cold melted drippings disappeared into the crease of his butt cheeks just beneath the bright blue nylon...
"Whoa man..." He hooted, and we both broke up giggling. I looked back toward shore, and seeing that the adults were still setting stuff up on the beach, I laid back down to enjoy the sun. Several moments later though, I felt a sudden wet chill on my chest. Snapping my eyes open, I saw Nick leaning over me holding an ice cube against my chest.
"Hey..." I grinned in mock protest, squirming. Still holding it there, Nick moved it slowly around in circles, chilling my skin as the cube melted wetly. He slid it around slowly, lingering for a moment over my tiny nipples, which caused me to squirm again.
"How's that feel?" He questioned playfully.
"Cool..." I replied, using a little play on words. We both giggled again, and Nick continued to swish the melting ice randomly around my torso. A small puddle of melted water formed in the divot of my solar plexus. "Now that's cold..." I breathed.
With a sly smile, Nick suddenly leaned his head forward over my chest and literally sucked the little puddle of water off me with a loud, exaggerated slurp. "Ahhhh..." He chided, "That's good stuff..."
"That felt funny." I giggled back at him. Inspired, Nick slid the melting ice cube down across my belly, ringing it around the indent of my navel this time. I giggled again as the cold cube slid across my warm skin. Nick slid it even lower then, playfully looking up at me. I knew exactly where this was going, but wanting to ride it out I made no effort to intervene; and sure enough Nick pushed the remainder of the cube under the top edge of my Speedo.
Then with a laugh he unexpectedly grabbed hold of my bulge, insuring that the cold wet ice cube was trapped there against my junk. "Oh Shit..." I squeaked and rolled away, trying to escape his clutch.
He was ready though, and he rolled with me, still playfully holding onto my iced boy bits, both of us giggling hysterically while we wrestled about on the bow of the deck. Finally he let go, and settled back onto his own towel. I rolled over onto my back again, and looked down at the now wet fabric on the front of my swim suit.
"So, how's that feel then?" He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Good..." I replied defiantly, and we both started giggling again. "It must have felt good to you too..." I mocked, pointing to the fairly obvious erection pressing threateningly against the fabric of his Speedo. A brief look of surprise clouded his features, and then we both started laughing boisterously again...
Ten minutes later we heard my Dad as the small inflatable skiff motored in close to the sail boat. Nick and I gathered our towels and climbed down into it, and then Dad whisked us over to the shore, where our Moms had everything set up for a casual little picnic.
It was kinda fun really. We grubbed down on cold fried chicken, country style potato salad, and a bunch of other tasty goodies. Everything tastes good when you're a ravenous and growing boy, and Nick and I ate our fill. The grownups topped their meal off by sharing a bottle of wine, while Nick and I roamed up the beach to do a little exploring and beachcombing.
"Danny look at this..." Nick called to me as he crouched down to examine something or other in a small tide pool. I was already looking at something though. Nick's tight round butt as he crouched there in front of me. His already low rise Speedo was offering a fine view of his crack.
"Looks cool..." I murmured absently, smiling to myself. Crouching down alongside him, we toyed with several tiny fish that were swimming around in the water and paying little heed to our disturbing them. Putting a fingertip in the water, they would swim up as if to check it out, and then flit away when you tried to catch them. Quick little buggers.
We explored on beyond the point, and as we walked I was thinking about how I had never really had a friend like Nick. He was chattering away about something, but I was too deep in my own musings to be paying much attention.
Walking sided by side, I glanced over at him, looking casually at the boyish features beneath the mop of wind tangled hair. He had a warm, easy grin that made me smile, and his green eyes seemed to flicker with light when he glanced my direction. I dropped my arm around his shoulders; a boyishly innocent behavior that kids never really think about, they just do it out of friendship. Take a lesson from it grown ups...
Nick glanced over at me a moment, and then automatically put his arm around my shoulders as well. It's how boys our age show affection. Much less awkward than a hug, and no need to say anything. It just is what it is; and at that moment, I wished that it would never end.
We continued to explore for another twenty minutes or so, stopping only to check something out, or to throw bits of stuff into the water. For a little while, we ran in and out of water, letting the small waves chase us as they rolled up the sandy incline of the beach. Then when they receded, we would chase them back to the waterline; only to turn and flee again, laughing as the next wave washed inward trying to catch our bare feet.
Eventually, we felt it was about time to head back, but needing a pee we both walked up to the sandy bluff, and standing alongside one another I hooked my thumb into the front of my Speedo and tugged it down to free my willy. Nick, on the other hand boldly slid his swimsuit off his hips like a little kid does. I started laughing thinking it was funny, his bare ass on display to the world. Obviously he'd done it on purpose, and likely for my benefit.
Of course we had to look at each other's dicks while we peed. And as Nick looked at mine, I slid my foreskin off my glans, looking at him teasingly. "You have to let it breath once in awhile." I commented blandly.
"Really?" Nick asked sincerely.
"No you dork, I'm just fucking with you." I hooted, laughing at him.
"Oh... You dick..." He replied, and he turned to try and pee on my left foot. I hopped away, both of our urine streams flailing wildly as we hopped playfully and laughed.
Finally dribbling to a stop, I tucked my boyhood back into the snug confines of my little yellow Speedo, organizing it in such a way as to not be too obvious. Trying to be funny though, Nick pulled his Speedo up in front, but left his lily white ass hanging out in back as we started walking down the beach; while he wiggled it at me.
Laughing, I ran at him tackling him to the sand. We rolled around laughing and boisterously trying to pull each other's Speedo down. It was a hoot, even though our boy parts and butts were nearly covered in damp sand by the time we stopped horsing around. We lay there in a tangle, panting and giggling at each other.
But it was time to head back around the point and find our parents, so we extracted ourselves from one another and stood brushing the sand off our ourselves, and off each other. Nick smiled softly at me, looking thoughtful as we stood there. Standing face to face, and caught up in this innocent moment of boyhood friendship, Nick leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek.
He pulled back, likely wondering and possibly fearing what I might be thinking. I looked into his dazzling green peepers and smiled awkwardly at him. With jerky hesitation, I moved forward an inch, then another. A brief pause to look in his eyes, and then leaning forward and putting my hands on his shoulders, I placed my lips softly against his.
I may have started to pull back, I can't remember, but Nick pressed forward and returned the lip to lip kiss. It was in a word, sweet. Pulling apart slowly, we looked almost shyly at one another. A brief, almost embarrassed smile flickered on both our faces, and without a word we turned to walk happily down the beach, around the point toward the sailboat.
My dad was just starting to walk our way, coming to look for us. The adults had polished off their bottle of wine, packed everything up and had shuttled it back to the sailboat, and now he was coming to get us.
It had been a great day exploring along the beach, and out on the seas aboard the thirty five foot sailboat. Not only had it been memorable fun, but I had learned a good deal about sailing as well. Nick's mom, not only owned the boat, but she had been a great instructor as well.
So now with everything stowed safely away below decks, we upped anchor and Nancy, with her newly trained crew, got the sailboat underway. She put us all through our paces, and at a speedy clip to boot. The large white mainsail snapped crisp, and the wind flew us along like a fleeing ghost.
It didn't take long it seemed, before we rounded the breakwater, returning slowly now to the Marina. The sails were furled, and everything stowed away in proper order as Nancy brought the boat into her slip along the third pier. Nick and I tied off the lines as we docked, and then helped my dad take all the extra gear off the boat.
Out of the blue, and much to even my surprise, Nick looked over at his mom and asked her if he and I could stay here and spend the night on the sailboat. "Please, please..." He begged as he batted his charming green puppy dog peepers at her.
"You just spent the entire day out there." She replied
"I know... " Nick explained, "But it's fun on the boat, and you've let me spend the night before. Pleeeeaaassee?! Besides, Danny really wants to, don't you Danny?" And even though this was the first I was hearing about it, I quickly fell into cahoots, pleading with my dad to let us stay.
After all, it meant getting a night away from the parents. Alone. Just Nick and me... Yeah, that sounded like a great idea. Nancy talked it over with my parents, who had no objections as long as it was okay with her. Finally, and much to our delight she consented. Nick and I exchanged looks, and grinned, knowing we were on our own for the night...
My dad gave me twenty buck, since there was a small deli there at the entrance to the marina, and he said we could buy some snacks and something for dinner. Plus, there was some cold chicken and potato salad left over from our little picnic on the beach. My dad left the cooler with us boys, and after we helped carry and load everything else up in the car, the grownups set off for home.
My parents would pick us up sometime late the next morning on their way in to explore another of the local villages. We waved as they pulled out of the parking lot, and then headed anxiously back down to the pier.
"What made you think of spending the night on the sailboat?" I asked, now that we were alone. Nick grinned at me.
"I don't know." He replied. "I've done it before, and it's just kinda cool being out here without our parents. You know, like, just the two of us... Alone..." He hinted with a meaningful smile.
"Ah, I get it..." I replied. "Yeah, no one will accidently walk in on us this time." We headed back down the pier and climbed aboard our floating condo. It was still plenty light outside, and Nick went below dicks and grabbed some fishing gear from one of the storage lockers.
"Wanna' fish a little while?" He asked with a hopeful smile.
"Sure." I grinned, taking one of the poles from him. We hopped off the boat again and padded barefoot down the pier to the other end, where it opened up onto a small separate dock area.
We sat, dangling our legs off the dock, and after baiting up, we tossed our lines out into the water. It was pretty cool, I reflected. Just hangin' out, fishing with my new buddy like this. It only took about five minuets before I hooked a small bottom fish. And a minute after that, Nick hooked into a flounder near one of the pilings.
Since we were just farting around and having fun, we released anything we caught. After all, the fish were still unharmed, and what the heck would we do with them anyway. Catch and release, that's the most fun anyway; besides, then you don't have to clean them, and get all stinky in the process.
As we continued fishing, another really large boat came around the breakwater, heading slowly in to the docks. It wasn't a sailboat though, but a large water craft. A yacht, maybe sixty foot or so.
When the boat was passing by, Nick and I waved at the family sitting out on the rear deck. There was a young boy, and a girl who both looked to be about eleven or so, and they waved back at us.
"That's the Pederson's." Nick informed me. "They always tie off on the next pier over, cause their boat is so big. They're here every summer, and they just live there on their boat. The boy is kinda cool, his name's Ben. I've played a little with him before. Sometimes we all swim off the end of the pier when it gets dark."
"That's cool." I answered, watching after the large blue and white yacht as she slipped past to the next pier. Both Nick and I caught several more fish, and then as dusk started to settle in, we made our way back to the boat and stowed the fishing gear away. We were feeling a little hungry now, so pulling on our shirts, but still barefoot, we headed up to the little store.
We walked around the aisles for a few minutes, and then I bought us some goodies, chips and candy mostly, and then we headed back down to the pier. As we neared the sailboat we could hear the voices of other kids, laughing and splashing over by the adjoining dock.
"Wanna' go check it out?" Nick asked. "It's probably Ben and his sister."
"Sure." I nodded, and putting our paper sack of goodies up on the deck of the sailboat, we started walking across toward the next pier.
As we got closer, and came around the end of another boat, I could see a couple of other kids, just jumping out into the water at the end of the dock. They were just swimming there when Nick and I got close, and both of them turned in the water to look at us.
"Oh hey Nick..." The boy greeted.
"Hey Benny." Nick answered back. "This is my friend Danny." He said, jutting his thumb out to point at me. "Danny, this Ben and his twin sister Tina." I nodded and gave a brief wave.
"You gonna' swim with us?" Ben asked. With a quick glance and a nod at me, Nick smiled, and pulling off his tank top he ran and dove off into the cold water. He popped up a moment later, giving his blond head a sharp shake to clear the wet hair from his eyes.
"Looks cold..." I suggested.
"Pussy..." Nick challenged back. I quickly shucked my tee shirt and then with a running leap I deliberately dropped a cannonball splash just in amongst them. Both the boys laughed, but Ben's sister seemed to be slightly annoyed. Girls...
She paddled over to the ladder, and slowly climbed out of the water onto the dock. I was a bit surprised to see that she was only wearing what looked like a thin pair of panties. They were dripping wet, and clung closely against her skin, and even though it was just starting to get dark, there was enough light to where you could still see her 'area', if you know what I mean. The other surprising thing was, she wasn't wearing a top of any kind.
Not that she really had all that much to hide, I mean she was eleven after all, but still she had enough to call boobs; just forming though they might be. I looked at Nick with raised eyebrows, and he just smirked back at me and shrugged.
It was interesting though, not having seen many naked girls in the flesh... I took another look, just to see her bare chest and little budding blooms. And then there was the wet panties, clinging most descriptively. I've seen pictures of course, like in Nick's nudist magazine, but... Well, this was the real deal, and curiosity compelled me to look.
I didn't dare stare too long though, not wanting to be seen perving on her or anything like that, but I noticed that Nick sure took a good look though.
It's weird, cause even though I've just discovered that I'm mostly interested in boys, seeing anyone of either sex nearly naked like this was enough to get my heart pumping. I wasn't boning up or anything, yet, but I could still feel the excited rush of adrenalin, and I was curious to see more...
We continued to swim though for several minutes, climbing up onto the dock and jumping quickly back into the water again. And even though it was really cold water, it wasn't that bad once you got used to it. And kids seem to have a tolerance for such things.
Apparently Tina had had enough of our splashing, and when she climbed out the next time, she said she was going in. Us boys wanted to stay a few minutes longer though.
"Your sister has nice tits..." Nick joked at Ben, who rolled his eyes...
"Ewe..." He shot back.
"She always swim almost naked like that?" I asked curiously. Ben nodded at me.
"It's usually dark, so, it's no big deal to skinny dip here, I guess." he remarked.
A moment later, Nick suddenly dared us all to skinny dip. Ben and I had just climbed up onto the dock, and Nick, who was still treading water, suddenly lifted his arm up, showing us his board shorts, which he had slipped out of. With a grin, he tossed them up with a wet sounding plop onto the dock.
"Well... Don't leave me the only one hangin." Nick joked. We all laughed, and feeling a little nervous, I glanced over at the younger boy, I didn't want to miss out, but, this meant one more person seeing me naked for the first time.
"What the hell..." I muttered, and quickly peeled off my boardies, leaping freeball into the cold dark water alongside Nick. We both looked up at young Ben, who was still standing tentatively on the dock.
"Come on..." Nick called to him. "You gonna' join in or what..." Ben stood for a moment, and after a quick glance back down the pier, he grabbed his swim suit and yanked it down his legs. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised. He was only eleven, a good year younger than us, but his dick was as big as ours were. It looked nice, I thought. With a little playful wiggle of his hips, causing his penis to flap from side to side, he gave a little whoop and jumped into the water in front of us.
"This is kinda’ cool..." He breathed as he surfaced, wiping the water from his eyes. I couldn't agree with him more. Swimming naked with two other boys. This was getting to be a fine adventure here in the Hamptons.
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~~ End Of Chapter Four ~~
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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 three
*Nick started fishing in his backpack, finally pulling out a pair of underwear, but I stayed his hand. With a little smile, I took them from him and tossed them back onto his pack. "It feels better this way..." I advised, crawling naked under the sheets. Nick's eyes twinkled, and he slipped in alongside me, lying fairly closely to one another.
"You're right..." Nick said, stretching himself out under the cool sheets.
"What?"
"It does feel better sleeping naked." he smiled.
I switched off the bedside light, letting a dusty darkness settle over the room, and allowing us time for our eyes to adjust to it. "That was really fun..." I finally whispered to him.
"Shit yeah." Nick whispered back. It's kind of funny isn't it; when you turn out the lights, everyone always whispers. "I never had the guts to do something like this with anyone before. Even though I wanted to." Nick breathed quietly.
"Me neither." I agreed, happy that I had found a friend like this who was willing to explore these things. "Maybe we could... You know, do some other stuff later. You know, like we just did, I mean..?" It was a weird suggestion, and I was almost fearful of the momentary pause that followed.
"Yeah, I'd like that" Nick whispered back. Another pause. "I really like you Danny." And even though he'd said it in a whisper, I could still sense the vulnerability in his voice.
"Me too..." I breathed. Feeling compelled somehow, I slid my hand over to touch his. There was another pause, and then...
"Cool..." Nick whispered. "Cool..." With both of us pleasantly exhausted, it took no time at all for us to drift off to sleep. *
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Early the next morning I was in that kind of place, you know, where you are on the verge of waking up, but still not totally conscious. Floating out in space somewhere, waiting for your brain to boot up; kind of like you are dreaming, but not really dreaming. As I lay there, I became aware of a comfortable warmth nestled around me.
It was nice, a radiant warmth making me feel safe and content somehow. My eyes fluttered open finally, leading me to a pleasant surprise. It still didn't register for a second, but Nick, who was still sound asleep, had rolled over toward me sometime in the night, and now his young naked body was partially draped over mine.
Lying on his side, Nick's head was nestled softly against my shoulder, very near my cheek, his arm was lying loosely over my chest, and his leg, which was bent at the knee was softly resting over my thigh and nudged against my boy bits.
My eyes widened for a moment at the unexpected surprise, and it took me a moment to fully collect my thoughts. It was both weird, and wonderful at the same time. Twelve year old boys really don't know that much about intimate contact, so it felt weird having someone casually draped over me like this.
But at the same time it felt wonderful. It wasn't sexual, I mean, I didn't have a woody or anything, it was just a singular moment of innocuous intimacy. Moving tentatively, I rested my hand softly on Nick's arm. Just rested it there, quietly feeling the warmth of him against my palm.
A brief smile curled the corner of my mouth, and enjoying that moment, I rubbed my hand along his forearm, disturbing the fine strands of silken blond hairs that you could barely see; and then only because they stood out in contrast to his tanned skin.
With the bed sheet already pulled down to our waists, my eyes wandered over Nick's bare torso, carefully examining the soft, smooth texture of his youthful skin, and his boylike physique. Pure, curious wonder.
Another soft smile lit my features. What a rare moment for a boy; and since Nick was still sleeping, there was no awkwardness about this, no pretense about what was going on, no posturing or putting on airs. This was one of those moments of pure wonder that virtually defines being a boy. A bright eyed, inquisitive being. Exploring the wonders of life, and all the curious enchantments still unknown to him...
Moving gently, and lost in my own thoughts, I moved my fingers delicately across Nick's bare shoulder and onto his side, watching as tiny goosebumps rose on his skin. I shivered slightly at the response of his skin, to my tactile exploration.
Another brief and boylike smile flashed across my features, and my eyes flitted up toward his, checking I guess, that he was still asleep. His breathing came softly though, and I knew that he was.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I leaned my head closer to his, and breathed in the scent from his disheveled blond hair. My hand was still resting softly on his side, and feeling quite comfortable and wonderfully content, I began innocently caressing the soft skin there, from his arm down to his hip.
I don't know how long we lay there this way, but I was enjoying the quiet tenderness of the moment. When Nick finally woke, and he found himself half rolled up onto me, a surprised expression came to his face; he glanced up at me, and quite embarrassed, he quickly pulled away from me apologizing as he did so.
The rush of cool morning air quickly replaced the tender warmth of his body against my skin; and just like that, the tender moment was gone. "Man, I'm really sorry dude..." Nick apologized again knowing that he had rolled into me like that.
"I'm not sorry." I assured him. "It felt really nice, to be honest." I offered him a reassuring smile, and then totally surprising even myself, I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Nick's eyes widened with surprise, but not alarm. I don't know what had come over me. It was just an impulse, an uncharacteristic way to say thank you for the brief moment of intimacy that we had shared. Never the less, I was full on blushing now, and this time it was me stumbling to make the apology.
"Sorry I... I just, I..." Struggling mightily, and Nick looked at me for a moment, before a bemused smile spread his lips.
"I'm not sorry either..." He replied. "Like you just said; I kind of liked it." We both lay there quietly looking at each other for many seconds. Each of us feeling an odd mixture of excitement and deepening curiosity.
A moment later there was a soft knock at the bedroom door, and my dad's voice coming from the other side of it. "Come on boys, time to get up. Nick's mom invited us to go sailing later this morning. We're going to leave for the Marina in about an hour or so, so let's get a move on."
I looked over at Nick. "You guys have a sailboat?" I questioned. He nodded brightly at me. Apparently Nick's mom and my parents had really hit it off last night at the bar-b-cue. Perhaps it was the three bottles of wine that they had gone through, but they seemed to have become fast friends, much the way Nick and I had.
"We should probably take a quick shower." I suggested, hopping up and out of bed, and looking back at Nick, who was just sitting up sleepily. I always took a shower in the morning, just to totally wake up, and feel fresh to start the day.
Still butt naked, I strolled into the bathroom and got the water running at just the right temperature. Starting to get in, I hesitated, then went back to the door and looked back at Nick who was sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning.
"Well..." I said tiredly. "Are you coming?"
"Huh. Right now you mean? Together?" His green eyes opened wider with the sudden understanding of my intention. "Yeah... Well yeah." He replied, "I didn't know that's what you meant." He threw back the sheet, and slid his naked butt off the bed.
Nick followed me into the large shower stall, and quite innocently we began to bathe together, alternating ourselves under the two shower heads. There really wasn't anything sexual involved, it was simply two boys sharing a shower. Besides, there probably wasn't time for any messing around anyway, even if one or the other of us had suggested, or hinted at it.
Watching Nick try to reach around to wash his back, I simply started helping him. He glanced at me curiously, then twisted his back toward me making it easier. He then seemed to appreciate and enjoy the special attention. Then without waiting for me to ask, he did the same for me, happily washing my back. His soapy palms scrubbed all around, and taking a little initiative, he went all the way down, rubbing over my rounded butt cheeks; which was quite the unexpected treat.
In fact, the whole thing was a nice treat for both of us. And it was too compelling not to watch one another openly. I mean think about it; seeing another naked body, glistening with water as streams of soapy white suds rolled down over silky tanned skin... Shit, it's enough to get you excited. And it kinda' did. Both of us were gaining mild erections in the process; which of course only served to make it all the more exciting.
Hearing my dad call up to us again, we glanced at each other almost disappointedly and hurriedly shampooed our hair, rinsed off and padded out to dry ourselves, leaving wet footprints across the tile floor. Note to self; must do this with Nick again... Yeah....
Finally dressed and downstairs, my mom had bowls of raisin cereal, and a plateful of buttered toast waiting for us. Eating quickly, we gathered our stuff and headed out to help my dad load up the SUV. It was a wonderfully sunny morning, and going out on the water in a sailboat sounded awesome.
As we rolled out, Nick directed my dad on how to get to the Marina, and we stopped in at a nearby village market to grab some ice for the cooler, a bunch of snacks and soda's, and of course, more wine for the adults. It only took fifteen minutes on the road, and we finally pulled off into the quaint Sand Shoal Marina.
Nick showed us where to park, and then we walked down the rows of piers, toting the cooler and our bags. When we got to the third pier, Nick entered the gate code and we all tramped down the ramp toward the fourth slip.
Nick's mom was already on the boat, checking the rigging, and getting it ready to go. "Whoa, nice boat..." I called out excitedly, looking over the gleaming blue and white 35' Erickson sailboat.
"Whew..." My dad whistled. "Very nice indeed." Nick's mom, Nancy, waved us aboard with a cheery smile. We clamored aboard, loading the cooler and daypacks. This was gonna' be fun.
Together, we all helped getting her ready, and as Nick and I finally untied the bow and stern lines from the dock cleats, his mom put the small kicker motor in gear, and we pulled out of the slip. Nick's mom was very experienced at sailing, and she steered us out past the breakwater and out into open water.
Nancy happily gave us all instructions on how to sail. This was one of her passions, and she seemed very pleased to instruct us as she assigned us all small tasks to take care of. Nick already knew his way around of course, so he helped me as well as we set sail and took to the ocean breeze.
It was a blast... With a warm day, and a pleasantly stiff breeze, the boat came about and slid across the water at a surprisingly crisp pace. It was so much fun, as the wind raced through your hair, an occasional fine mist of spray danced over the bow to dampen your skin. Several seagulls seemed to follow our course for a short while, as if checking things out before banking off to chart their own course amongst the air currents.
"Whoo..." I hollered from my position along the rail. We were really flying, and Nancy smiled at my enthusiasm. She diligently gave us all further sailing lessons, as we sliced northerly across the sparkling water.
She even let me take the wheel, instructing me on how to turn, and give the proper commands. "Prepare to come about..." She called out. Meaning everyone else was to be ready to do their assigned tasks. Everyone was in place, and with a nod from Nancy I hollered, "Coming about..." As I turned the wheel. Nick released the jib, and as we turned, the sail snapped crisply to the other side. My dad trimmed the jib on his side, and the crisp tack was complete.
"Whoa..." I beamed, "That was too cool..." Nick gave me a thumbs up, and Nancy told me, "Well done captain..." She was really good at sailing, and had an easy way about her as she taught us all the basics of this classy sport.
We spent a wonderful morning, basking in the hot sun, washed by a refreshingly cool sea breeze. My hair was flowing backwards in the wind, and adjusting my sun glasses, both Nick and I smiled happily as we sat near the bow as she scooted across the water at a refreshing clip.
It was frighteningly awesome at times, when the boat leaned hard into the wind; and if you were sitting on the windward side of the boat well above the water, you could look down across her beam to the water below, feeling at times as if she'd tip. Scary but awesome. Nick's mom was very experienced though, growing up on the water, and racing sailboats with her father.
After a long while we took up a more casual pace, falling off race speeds and just sailing along without a care. Nick and I hurried below into the cabin, wanting to change out of our board shorts into swimwear for a possible swim.
The inside of the boat was awesome looking. It was cozy yet roomy all at the same time. All the wood was beautifully hand crafted teak, and the spacious cabin was rich with it. There was a small range, sink and dorm refrigerator aft, and then some comfy looking, colorfully upholstered seating areas along each side. There was a small table, and tons of storage compartments all around, all with teak doors. The sleek streamlined windows along the sides all had a sliding fitted curtain, and there was a door forward which closed off a large comfortable sleeping berth beyond it.
"Wow, this is cool." I told Nick as I stepped down. "Way bigger than I expected."
"I know right... It's like a tiny apartment, and I love sleeping on the boat sometimes."
"Cool..." I breathed again, “That would be fun." Nick closed the hatch, and without embarrassment, he quickly peeled off his boardies, and causally stepped into his vivid blue Speedo again. Mmm, that had a really nice look to it, didn't it... Stripping out of my shorts as well, I began digging for my swimsuit from my day bag, but Nick stopped me suddenly.
"Here... Wear a pair of my Speedo's." He offered, holding out a skimpy, bright yellow Speedo. I hesitated at first, a bit reluctant because of how skimpy they looked, I mean, it was about as close to being naked as you could get. Nick shook his head with a sarcastic smirk. "Dude come on... Your folks have seen you walk around in your underwear, right?" He queried. To which I nodded. "So what's the diff..?" I looked again at the Speedo's and realized that he was probably right.
Pulling on the thin yellow suit that Nick had handed me, I glanced down to observe my boyhood, neatly outlined beneath the taut fabric. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I reached down to adjust my boy bits a little. I glanced at the mirror on the back of the door, and my eyebrows rose as my face screwed up doubtfully.
"I don't know..." I mumbled, looking at my reflection. My boy package was thinly veiled, as if only by a heavy coating of yellow paint; and at least an inch or two of my butt crack was on display in back as well. I scrunched my nose up, frowning.
"You look great." Nick offered honestly. I looked over at him, and I have to admit he certainly looked awesome in his Speedo. I was still feeling a bit shy about it, but he was right. It wasn't something that my parents hadn't seen before, and Nick's mom certainly wasn't interested in the 'short comings' of a twelve-year-old boy; and Nick surely wasn't complaining about the view.
We climbed out of the cabin and back up on deck into the warm summer sunshine. Moving our way forward, we had decided to lay out on the deck near the bow. "Woo, look at you..." My mom hooted at the Speedo. An apparent attempt to thoroughly embarrass me. Which it did...
"Mommmm..." I growled back at her, as everyone else started laughing. Why do parents think they have to do stuff like that anyway?" But I guess it was kinda' funny.
Nick and I moved quickly to the bow and laid our beach towels on the deck, sitting with our legs dangling over the side as we leaned against the railing and let the warm winds stream over us.
A short time later, Nick's mom suggested we had better put some sun screen on before we burned to a crisp. We both already had nice tans so I doubted that would happen, but his mom tossed us a tube of sun tan lotion, while my dad tried his hand at steering the sailboat.
We rubbed ourselves down with the cocoa scented lotion, even helping one another to spread it evenly over our backs; another nice treat if I cared to admit it... And I have to say, Nick's tanned body looked really nice to me, all slickened down and glistening with the lotion like that. Shiver...
After sailing across the seas, and watching the beautiful coastline for a long while, Nick's mom had us drop sail, and we entered a small protected inlet along the shoreline. It really had a secluded dessert isle feel to it, since it was accessible only by boat. Nancy anchored the sailboat in the crescent moon shaped cove, and my dad helped her break out an inflatable skiff-like boat which was stored in an aft compartment.
The skiff was only large enough for three people, so the adults went ashore first. They had also taken the cooler and a few other things, so that Nancy and my mom could set up for a little picnic ashore, and my dad would come back and get us boys later.
That was cool with us, and Nick and I just laid out on the deck of the anchored sailboat while we waited. Feeling more than a little thirsty, Nick had me open the forward hatch, and I crawled inside to get a couple of cold drinks from the dorm-like fridge unit in the cabin.
The grownups had taken the sodas along with them in the cooler, so I put some ice in glasses and filled them up with juice. Reaching back up through the hatch, I handed Nick the glasses, then crawled up onto the deck and sat alongside him. I hadn't noticed, but he was watching me quite intently.
"You know, you really do look pretty good in that Speedo." Nick remarked, apparently scoping out my adolescent bulge. It felt a little awkward, knowing how the suit displayed my junk so clearly, but I reached down and gave myself a playful little squeeze just for Nick's benefit.
"Yeah? Well keep your hands off the goods." I teased. Nick nearly choked on his drink, as he started to laugh, and then he rolled over quickly onto his stomach; no doubt trying to hide his newly stiffening boy pickle from me.
We relaxed there for a minute simply enjoying the sun, and I couldn't help but look over at Nick's near nakedness for a moment. Lying there on his stomach, his legs spread slightly, and the rounded bulbs of his bum wantonly made my insides tingle slightly.
With a sly smile, I reached into my glass and pulled out one of the ice cubes from it. Reaching over, and without warning I held it snuggly against Nick's bare back. He jerked in response to the sudden cold assault, but then settled back onto his towel, saying that it felt kinda' nice actually.
Still feeling mischievous, I slid the ice cube around on his bare skin, from the small of his back upward between his shoulder blades. The ice cube was melting against the heat of his skin, and I watched intrigued, as the melted drops of crystalline water rolled down his body inching toward his butt along the groove of his spine.
With an impish little smile, I slid the cube downward on his backbone, and deliberately pushed it into the two inch valley of exposed butt crack, showing there just above his Speedo. He jerked, propping up on one elbow as the cold melted drippings disappeared into the crease of his butt cheeks just beneath the bright blue nylon...
"Whoa man..." He hooted, and we both broke up giggling. I looked back toward shore, and seeing that the adults were still setting stuff up on the beach, I laid back down to enjoy the sun. Several moments later though, I felt a sudden wet chill on my chest. Snapping my eyes open, I saw Nick leaning over me holding an ice cube against my chest.
"Hey..." I grinned in mock protest, squirming. Still holding it there, Nick moved it slowly around in circles, chilling my skin as the cube melted wetly. He slid it around slowly, lingering for a moment over my tiny nipples, which caused me to squirm again.
"How's that feel?" He questioned playfully.
"Cool..." I replied, using a little play on words. We both giggled again, and Nick continued to swish the melting ice randomly around my torso. A small puddle of melted water formed in the divot of my solar plexus. "Now that's cold..." I breathed.
With a sly smile, Nick suddenly leaned his head forward over my chest and literally sucked the little puddle of water off me with a loud, exaggerated slurp. "Ahhhh..." He chided, "That's good stuff..."
"That felt funny." I giggled back at him. Inspired, Nick slid the melting ice cube down across my belly, ringing it around the indent of my navel this time. I giggled again as the cold cube slid across my warm skin. Nick slid it even lower then, playfully looking up at me. I knew exactly where this was going, but wanting to ride it out I made no effort to intervene; and sure enough Nick pushed the remainder of the cube under the top edge of my Speedo.
Then with a laugh he unexpectedly grabbed hold of my bulge, insuring that the cold wet ice cube was trapped there against my junk. "Oh Shit..." I squeaked and rolled away, trying to escape his clutch.
He was ready though, and he rolled with me, still playfully holding onto my iced boy bits, both of us giggling hysterically while we wrestled about on the bow of the deck. Finally he let go, and settled back onto his own towel. I rolled over onto my back again, and looked down at the now wet fabric on the front of my swim suit.
"So, how's that feel then?" He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Good..." I replied defiantly, and we both started giggling again. "It must have felt good to you too..." I mocked, pointing to the fairly obvious erection pressing threateningly against the fabric of his Speedo. A brief look of surprise clouded his features, and then we both started laughing boisterously again...
Ten minutes later we heard my Dad as the small inflatable skiff motored in close to the sail boat. Nick and I gathered our towels and climbed down into it, and then Dad whisked us over to the shore, where our Moms had everything set up for a casual little picnic.
It was kinda fun really. We grubbed down on cold fried chicken, country style potato salad, and a bunch of other tasty goodies. Everything tastes good when you're a ravenous and growing boy, and Nick and I ate our fill. The grownups topped their meal off by sharing a bottle of wine, while Nick and I roamed up the beach to do a little exploring and beachcombing.
"Danny look at this..." Nick called to me as he crouched down to examine something or other in a small tide pool. I was already looking at something though. Nick's tight round butt as he crouched there in front of me. His already low rise Speedo was offering a fine view of his crack.
"Looks cool..." I murmured absently, smiling to myself. Crouching down alongside him, we toyed with several tiny fish that were swimming around in the water and paying little heed to our disturbing them. Putting a fingertip in the water, they would swim up as if to check it out, and then flit away when you tried to catch them. Quick little buggers.
We explored on beyond the point, and as we walked I was thinking about how I had never really had a friend like Nick. He was chattering away about something, but I was too deep in my own musings to be paying much attention.
Walking sided by side, I glanced over at him, looking casually at the boyish features beneath the mop of wind tangled hair. He had a warm, easy grin that made me smile, and his green eyes seemed to flicker with light when he glanced my direction. I dropped my arm around his shoulders; a boyishly innocent behavior that kids never really think about, they just do it out of friendship. Take a lesson from it grown ups...
Nick glanced over at me a moment, and then automatically put his arm around my shoulders as well. It's how boys our age show affection. Much less awkward than a hug, and no need to say anything. It just is what it is; and at that moment, I wished that it would never end.
We continued to explore for another twenty minutes or so, stopping only to check something out, or to throw bits of stuff into the water. For a little while, we ran in and out of water, letting the small waves chase us as they rolled up the sandy incline of the beach. Then when they receded, we would chase them back to the waterline; only to turn and flee again, laughing as the next wave washed inward trying to catch our bare feet.
Eventually, we felt it was about time to head back, but needing a pee we both walked up to the sandy bluff, and standing alongside one another I hooked my thumb into the front of my Speedo and tugged it down to free my willy. Nick, on the other hand boldly slid his swimsuit off his hips like a little kid does. I started laughing thinking it was funny, his bare ass on display to the world. Obviously he'd done it on purpose, and likely for my benefit.
Of course we had to look at each other's dicks while we peed. And as Nick looked at mine, I slid my foreskin off my glans, looking at him teasingly. "You have to let it breath once in awhile." I commented blandly.
"Really?" Nick asked sincerely.
"No you dork, I'm just fucking with you." I hooted, laughing at him.
"Oh... You dick..." He replied, and he turned to try and pee on my left foot. I hopped away, both of our urine streams flailing wildly as we hopped playfully and laughed.
Finally dribbling to a stop, I tucked my boyhood back into the snug confines of my little yellow Speedo, organizing it in such a way as to not be too obvious. Trying to be funny though, Nick pulled his Speedo up in front, but left his lily white ass hanging out in back as we started walking down the beach; while he wiggled it at me.
Laughing, I ran at him tackling him to the sand. We rolled around laughing and boisterously trying to pull each other's Speedo down. It was a hoot, even though our boy parts and butts were nearly covered in damp sand by the time we stopped horsing around. We lay there in a tangle, panting and giggling at each other.
But it was time to head back around the point and find our parents, so we extracted ourselves from one another and stood brushing the sand off our ourselves, and off each other. Nick smiled softly at me, looking thoughtful as we stood there. Standing face to face, and caught up in this innocent moment of boyhood friendship, Nick leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek.
He pulled back, likely wondering and possibly fearing what I might be thinking. I looked into his dazzling green peepers and smiled awkwardly at him. With jerky hesitation, I moved forward an inch, then another. A brief pause to look in his eyes, and then leaning forward and putting my hands on his shoulders, I placed my lips softly against his.
I may have started to pull back, I can't remember, but Nick pressed forward and returned the lip to lip kiss. It was in a word, sweet. Pulling apart slowly, we looked almost shyly at one another. A brief, almost embarrassed smile flickered on both our faces, and without a word we turned to walk happily down the beach, around the point toward the sailboat.
My dad was just starting to walk our way, coming to look for us. The adults had polished off their bottle of wine, packed everything up and had shuttled it back to the sailboat, and now he was coming to get us.
It had been a great day exploring along the beach, and out on the seas aboard the thirty five foot sailboat. Not only had it been memorable fun, but I had learned a good deal about sailing as well. Nick's mom, not only owned the boat, but she had been a great instructor as well.
So now with everything stowed safely away below decks, we upped anchor and Nancy, with her newly trained crew, got the sailboat underway. She put us all through our paces, and at a speedy clip to boot. The large white mainsail snapped crisp, and the wind flew us along like a fleeing ghost.
It didn't take long it seemed, before we rounded the breakwater, returning slowly now to the Marina. The sails were furled, and everything stowed away in proper order as Nancy brought the boat into her slip along the third pier. Nick and I tied off the lines as we docked, and then helped my dad take all the extra gear off the boat.
Out of the blue, and much to even my surprise, Nick looked over at his mom and asked her if he and I could stay here and spend the night on the sailboat. "Please, please..." He begged as he batted his charming green puppy dog peepers at her.
"You just spent the entire day out there." She replied
"I know... " Nick explained, "But it's fun on the boat, and you've let me spend the night before. Pleeeeaaassee?! Besides, Danny really wants to, don't you Danny?" And even though this was the first I was hearing about it, I quickly fell into cahoots, pleading with my dad to let us stay.
After all, it meant getting a night away from the parents. Alone. Just Nick and me... Yeah, that sounded like a great idea. Nancy talked it over with my parents, who had no objections as long as it was okay with her. Finally, and much to our delight she consented. Nick and I exchanged looks, and grinned, knowing we were on our own for the night...
My dad gave me twenty buck, since there was a small deli there at the entrance to the marina, and he said we could buy some snacks and something for dinner. Plus, there was some cold chicken and potato salad left over from our little picnic on the beach. My dad left the cooler with us boys, and after we helped carry and load everything else up in the car, the grownups set off for home.
My parents would pick us up sometime late the next morning on their way in to explore another of the local villages. We waved as they pulled out of the parking lot, and then headed anxiously back down to the pier.
"What made you think of spending the night on the sailboat?" I asked, now that we were alone. Nick grinned at me.
"I don't know." He replied. "I've done it before, and it's just kinda cool being out here without our parents. You know, like, just the two of us... Alone..." He hinted with a meaningful smile.
"Ah, I get it..." I replied. "Yeah, no one will accidently walk in on us this time." We headed back down the pier and climbed aboard our floating condo. It was still plenty light outside, and Nick went below dicks and grabbed some fishing gear from one of the storage lockers.
"Wanna' fish a little while?" He asked with a hopeful smile.
"Sure." I grinned, taking one of the poles from him. We hopped off the boat again and padded barefoot down the pier to the other end, where it opened up onto a small separate dock area.
We sat, dangling our legs off the dock, and after baiting up, we tossed our lines out into the water. It was pretty cool, I reflected. Just hangin' out, fishing with my new buddy like this. It only took about five minuets before I hooked a small bottom fish. And a minute after that, Nick hooked into a flounder near one of the pilings.
Since we were just farting around and having fun, we released anything we caught. After all, the fish were still unharmed, and what the heck would we do with them anyway. Catch and release, that's the most fun anyway; besides, then you don't have to clean them, and get all stinky in the process.
As we continued fishing, another really large boat came around the breakwater, heading slowly in to the docks. It wasn't a sailboat though, but a large water craft. A yacht, maybe sixty foot or so.
When the boat was passing by, Nick and I waved at the family sitting out on the rear deck. There was a young boy, and a girl who both looked to be about eleven or so, and they waved back at us.
"That's the Pederson's." Nick informed me. "They always tie off on the next pier over, cause their boat is so big. They're here every summer, and they just live there on their boat. The boy is kinda cool, his name's Ben. I've played a little with him before. Sometimes we all swim off the end of the pier when it gets dark."
"That's cool." I answered, watching after the large blue and white yacht as she slipped past to the next pier. Both Nick and I caught several more fish, and then as dusk started to settle in, we made our way back to the boat and stowed the fishing gear away. We were feeling a little hungry now, so pulling on our shirts, but still barefoot, we headed up to the little store.
We walked around the aisles for a few minutes, and then I bought us some goodies, chips and candy mostly, and then we headed back down to the pier. As we neared the sailboat we could hear the voices of other kids, laughing and splashing over by the adjoining dock.
"Wanna' go check it out?" Nick asked. "It's probably Ben and his sister."
"Sure." I nodded, and putting our paper sack of goodies up on the deck of the sailboat, we started walking across toward the next pier.
As we got closer, and came around the end of another boat, I could see a couple of other kids, just jumping out into the water at the end of the dock. They were just swimming there when Nick and I got close, and both of them turned in the water to look at us.
"Oh hey Nick..." The boy greeted.
"Hey Benny." Nick answered back. "This is my friend Danny." He said, jutting his thumb out to point at me. "Danny, this Ben and his twin sister Tina." I nodded and gave a brief wave.
"You gonna' swim with us?" Ben asked. With a quick glance and a nod at me, Nick smiled, and pulling off his tank top he ran and dove off into the cold water. He popped up a moment later, giving his blond head a sharp shake to clear the wet hair from his eyes.
"Looks cold..." I suggested.
"Pussy..." Nick challenged back. I quickly shucked my tee shirt and then with a running leap I deliberately dropped a cannonball splash just in amongst them. Both the boys laughed, but Ben's sister seemed to be slightly annoyed. Girls...
She paddled over to the ladder, and slowly climbed out of the water onto the dock. I was a bit surprised to see that she was only wearing what looked like a thin pair of panties. They were dripping wet, and clung closely against her skin, and even though it was just starting to get dark, there was enough light to where you could still see her 'area', if you know what I mean. The other surprising thing was, she wasn't wearing a top of any kind.
Not that she really had all that much to hide, I mean she was eleven after all, but still she had enough to call boobs; just forming though they might be. I looked at Nick with raised eyebrows, and he just smirked back at me and shrugged.
It was interesting though, not having seen many naked girls in the flesh... I took another look, just to see her bare chest and little budding blooms. And then there was the wet panties, clinging most descriptively. I've seen pictures of course, like in Nick's nudist magazine, but... Well, this was the real deal, and curiosity compelled me to look.
I didn't dare stare too long though, not wanting to be seen perving on her or anything like that, but I noticed that Nick sure took a good look though.
It's weird, cause even though I've just discovered that I'm mostly interested in boys, seeing anyone of either sex nearly naked like this was enough to get my heart pumping. I wasn't boning up or anything, yet, but I could still feel the excited rush of adrenalin, and I was curious to see more...
We continued to swim though for several minutes, climbing up onto the dock and jumping quickly back into the water again. And even though it was really cold water, it wasn't that bad once you got used to it. And kids seem to have a tolerance for such things.
Apparently Tina had had enough of our splashing, and when she climbed out the next time, she said she was going in. Us boys wanted to stay a few minutes longer though.
"Your sister has nice tits..." Nick joked at Ben, who rolled his eyes...
"Ewe..." He shot back.
"She always swim almost naked like that?" I asked curiously. Ben nodded at me.
"It's usually dark, so, it's no big deal to skinny dip here, I guess." he remarked.
A moment later, Nick suddenly dared us all to skinny dip. Ben and I had just climbed up onto the dock, and Nick, who was still treading water, suddenly lifted his arm up, showing us his board shorts, which he had slipped out of. With a grin, he tossed them up with a wet sounding plop onto the dock.
"Well... Don't leave me the only one hangin." Nick joked. We all laughed, and feeling a little nervous, I glanced over at the younger boy, I didn't want to miss out, but, this meant one more person seeing me naked for the first time.
"What the hell..." I muttered, and quickly peeled off my boardies, leaping freeball into the cold dark water alongside Nick. We both looked up at young Ben, who was still standing tentatively on the dock.
"Come on..." Nick called to him. "You gonna' join in or what..." Ben stood for a moment, and after a quick glance back down the pier, he grabbed his swim suit and yanked it down his legs. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised. He was only eleven, a good year younger than us, but his dick was as big as ours were. It looked nice, I thought. With a little playful wiggle of his hips, causing his penis to flap from side to side, he gave a little whoop and jumped into the water in front of us.
"This is kinda’ cool..." He breathed as he surfaced, wiping the water from his eyes. I couldn't agree with him more. Swimming naked with two other boys. This was getting to be a fine adventure here in the Hamptons.
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~~ End Of Chapter Four ~~
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