Summer House In The Hampton's
Chapter 07
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 Six
**Going back to the sailboat, we quickly gathered all of our stuff. Nick crammed his laptop back into his backpack and we climbed back on deck, securing the sailboat and locking everything up. I saw my dad’s SUV pulling into the distant parking lot to pick us up, so Nick and I grabbed up everything and trotted up the pier to meet them.
We slid into the backseat, and as my dad started to drive off we told my parents about our fun night aboard the sailboat. Well, not everything of course. We told them about fishing, and swimming, and about having breakfast with Benny’s family on the yacht.
Sliding back in the seat, I realized what a great night it had actually been. All the new stuff I’d learned and experienced. I decided that coming of age is indeed a wonderful time for a boy, with every new adventure fulfilling our youthful curiosity.
I looked over at Nick, my new best friend, with his shaggy beach boy blond hair and his smooth buttery tan. It was great to have a friend to share these adolescent awakenings with.
We had shared the secrets of masturbation. We had seen, and touched a girls private parts. We had tried on and ejaculated into a condom, and we had even explored mutual masturbation a couple of times. Nick and I had even exchanged several boylike kisses. They hadn’t been sexual as such, just the innocent kisses of boys displaying fondness for another.
I smiled as I recalled the tenderness of it. Then realized that I wanted even more. I really liked Nick, and it was clear that I really like boys… The next step seemed fairly obvious to me. I wanted to be sexual with him…**
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It was turning out to be a quite morning already. In fact, the whole vacation here in the Hamptons has been a really cool, and interesting one for me. I mean wow… I wasn’t that enthused about it at first; you know spending a week here, with just my parents and none of my friends to knock around with. I know it is the beach and stuff, but still. No other kids around? Boring...
Who would have thought though that I’d meet another boy my age? And one who would have the same interests as me. I don’t just mean being sexually curious, I mean come on, what twelve-year-old isn’t. No, I’m talking about discovering that I’m into other boys, and then actually finding one who feels the same way. What are the odds of that?
But from the first time I had seen Nick, sitting on the edge of the pier with his long beach boy-like blond hair hanging loosely over his tanned shoulders; sitting there dangling his bare feet off the pier, just over the water. Shudder…
There was something about him that just sent a shiver through me. And even then, I really didn’t know that it was boys who turned me on. But he certainly had. It was literally an instant awakening.
From that moment on, there had been strange stirrings building within me. A yearning maybe. And for the very first time, I was emotionally and physically aroused by someone specific. Of course at that moment I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the door had been opened, and my curiosity had compelled me to look beyond it.
And yeah, I know most boys my age become very curious about sex and their bodies and stuff like that. But this uncharted territory called puberty had been dragging my penis around in every direction (mostly upward), and mostly without seeking my approval. It’s like, one morning your dick wakes up and wants to take a look around, and go exploring.
For boys, our curiosity seems to be as insatiable as our unexpected boners; and since boys usually hang around with other boys, it’s not surprising that they discover this mutual interest, and they go exploring together. At least to some extent.
But for me, it didn’t seem to take long to discover that another boy was far more interesting, and far more arousing to me than a girl. Nick was cute. And from the first time he looked at me with those emerald green eyes, I knew I wanted more.
From the first time he joked with subtle innuendo about masturbation, I knew that he wasn’t just batting around typical boy humor. He was carefully hinting about his own inclinations, but not wanting to risk my rejection.
And when Nick had showed me those nudist magazines, there were all kinds of naked people pictured there, and even though it was intriguing to see people of both sexes nude like that; both of us kept looking at, and pointing out the boys.
Their lithe young bodies were delightful to look at. The firm definition of their adolescent musculature, and… And their boy bits… Shudder… I mean shit man, is there anything nicer than a pubescent boy’s ass, or the V groove that defines their lower abdomen, starting just above the hips and tapering boyishly down toward those tender boy bits… Is that totally awesome, or what? Shiver…
And when Nick found that website online, where several boy were standing there with erections… Oh shit, I knew I was all in at that point. And so, here we are sitting in the back seat of my parents SUV, and me once again with a raging hard on of my own…
My folks had picked us up at the Marina, and we were all heading into the village together to poke around a little. I glanced over at Nick, who was staring out the window as we drove along the beach frontage road.
My eyes drifted down to the smooth bareness of his legs, just below his board shorts. His skin had a tanned satin look, and my eyes strayed further down his legs to his rounded hairless calves, and then to his small shapely feet. Nick had slipped off his flip flops in the car, and after gazing at his feet for a moment, I slid my bare foot over softly resting my soul on the top of his richly tanned foot.
The feel of his skin sent another warm shiver through me, and Nick turned his head to look at me. Smiling warmly, he looked down at my bare foot, then wiggled his toes as if to acknowledge the contact. Then he looked up toward my lap and his smile broadened.
“Dude…” He whispered, leaning closely to me so that only I could hear, and then he nodded toward my groin. Oh shit… I was still sitting there with a full blown erection tenting out my thin Nike board shorts. Had my mom turned around to talk to us, she surely would have seen the Eiffel Tower sprouting from my lap.
With a flash of embarrassment, I quickly crossed my hands over it, hiding my bulging boyhood. Nick started to chuckle alongside of me, and I wanted to punch him on the arm, but at the moment I didn’t have a free hand. Then he looked up at me with those shining green lamps of his, and he smiled broadly at me. Son of a bitch he’s cute. I just wanted to get sexual with him right then and there.
Eventually though, we drove into one of the many seaside villages. It was a quaint little town that had kind of an old world feel to it. Even the sidewalks were made of wooden planks like old seaside towns. There were all sorts of little shops lining the board walk; neat little antique shops, art galleries, gift shops and local markets and such. It was a touristy kind of place I suppose, but it was fun poking around in them.
The four of us wandered around, just taking our time exploring. The old swap shop places were the best though. You’d find all sorts of old junk in them, and it kept Nick and I busy looking at really old toys. Metal cars or trucks, with the paint mostly worn off of them, or ancient looking baseball gloves and old cards and stuff.
A lot of it was really just old junk, but it was really kind of cool if you think about it though. A long time ago, these toys and things were shiny, brand new, and someone bought them with all sorts of good intentions for their kids. And now, eighty or a hundred years later, it made you wonder where they had been. How many people had owned it? How many kids had played with it, and laughed as they did. And where are those people now. Grown up. Gone. A kid my age probably played happily with this toy at one time, and where were they now… Makes you wonder.
Anyway, a couple of hours passed this way, and finally my dad suggested we get a bite to eat. We found a small little burger joint with an outdoor dining area on a deck that hung out over the water with a great seaside view. We sat out there in the warm afternoon sun, munching on, and enjoying our greasy bacon cheese burgers.
I was sitting across from Nick, and was busy telling my parents about how much fun it had been to sleep out on the sailboat last night. To my surprise I felt Nick’s foot softly rubbing against mine under the table. I looked over at him, his face was alight with a playful grin.
Trying to stay focused, I began telling my folks about eating breakfast aboard the yacht, and suddenly Nick’s foot was snuggled up into my crotch. I’m sure I jolted, which prompted my mom to give me a curious look and ask if I was ok. Well yeah… But I had to play it off as Nick’s bare toes wiggled and wandered playfully across my junk, with him trying not to burst out laughing.
For the next ten minutes both Nick and I exchanged gentle foot rubbings, and fondled each other just below the table with our toes, just out of sight of my parents. At one point, my dad was talking to Nick, and I took the opportunity to pay him back; shoving my bare toes up under the bottom edge of his loose board shorts, rubbing directly against his boyishly smooth testicles.
Shit it was funny. Nick trying to keep a calm face, with my toes relentlessly roaming and prodding his genitals, all while my dad was trying to have a serious conversation with him. He chanced to look over at me, and gave me a priceless look, as if begging me to stop, but I only grinned and taunted him by opening my mouth to display a mouthful of half chewed burger. Yeah I’m twelve, go figure…
After lunch we strolled the boardwalk for a little while longer, Nick and me trailing a ways behind my folks, laughing and giggling at our little antics. I’m quite sure my parents must have thought we were just being silly; which we were of course, because that’s what boys our age do. Right?!
All in all it was a fun afternoon, and just before we left, we stopped in at a little ice cream shop to enjoy some waffle cones filled with our favorite flavors. Double scoops for both Nick and me. We left the shop, still licking at the melting ice cream before it dripped and rolled down our fingers.
Nick was watching me rather intently, as my tongue lapped around the scoops of blueberry ice cream, and he gave me an odd smile and a curious look. He leaned in closely to me, and in a very quiet whisper he said, “I wish that was my dick you were licking like that…” I was gobsmacked…
My eyes flew open wide, and I looked sharply at him. Holy shit… Was he just being funny, or? I mean, I’d been fantasizing about wanting to do sexual stuff with him, but of course I never said anything, not knowing if he would even want to do anything. Nick smiled again at the expression on my face, and then he ran his tongue rather suggestively around his own scoop of ice cream. Licking it purposefully. Then, leaving a glob of melted cream on his tongue, he wiggled it playfully at me. “Mmm…” he smiled, smacking his lips.
Shit. My heart was thumping excitedly in my chest. Even though I knew Nick liked boys, everything we had done to this point was fairly innocuous. The kinds of things that all adolescent boys might do together. We had jerked off together. We’d even jerked each other off, but… Actually doing real sex stuff took more of a commitment than that kind of simple boyplay.
My mind raced as I thought about it. Nick had just hinted at a blow job, hadn’t he? In middle school most every boy has heard about blow jobs in one way or another. Stories, jokes, teasing in the locker room and stuff. Like everyone else, I had pretty much figured out what they were. And sure, I wondered what it would feel like but… Only grownups actually do those things, right? I had never seriously considered doing it. I mean, who would I even have done it with anyway…
It was as if Nick had lighted a fuse in me, and the thought continued to roll around in my mind as we walked back toward the car. When we got to the parking lot my dad insisted that we all finish our cones before we got into the SUV, not wanting us to drip onto the leather seats.
Nick and I leaned against the back bumper as we finished off our ice cream. He looked over at me again, bobbed his eyebrows a couple of times, and then stuck his ice cream coated tongue out once more, as if to reaffirm his earlier comment. I glanced over to be sure my parents weren’t watching, and smiling impishly at him, I made a playful show of sucking any ice cream drippings off my fingers, one at a time. Nick’s broad smile was telling, and we both giggled about our suggestive innuendo.
Finishing, we all loaded up into the SUV and my dad pulled out to head home. Nick and I were once again sitting in the back seat, and with my mom and dad chatting away to each other in the front, I slid over close to Nick and whispered in his ear.
“Dude… What you said back on the boardwalk… Were you like serious about, you know, licking dicks and stuff?” I whispered as quietly as I could. Nick looked over at me, studying my face for a moment. A crooked grin spread his lips as he nodded his assent, then leaned in closely and put his lips to my ear.
“See if you can sleep over at my house tonight.” He breathed. The warmth of his breath softly tickling my ear. My heartbeat increased again…
“Mom, can I spend the night at Nick’s?” I spoke up quickly, not wanting to lose the moment.
“Hmm? You boys have just spent the last two nights together, don’t you need a little break?” She wondered.
“No…” Both Nick and I stated emphatically at the same time. I heard my dad chuckle a little, and my parents glanced at each other with big smiles. “Besides,” I added, “that way you and Dad can have a little ‘alone time’ with each other. You know, a little alone time…” I grinned, with a little wink at my mom.
“We’ll see Danny.” She laughed, and then she and my dad held hands across the leather console.
When we got back home we stopped at Nick’s house first, since the original plan was to drop him off there. His mom came outside, and much to our good fortune, she invited my parents to come in and relax for a while. Which of course meant sharing some wine out on the back deck.
So while the adults were doing that, Nick and I took his big beach kite back out to the beach, to play our dive bomb game. Once again trying to swoop the colorful kite down low and send the other guy sprawling to the sand to avoid being beaned. We laughed and played like that for nearly an hour, burning off some of our youthful energy.
Apparently our folks were enjoying themselves quite a bit as well, what with the wine and all. Because when Nick and I came back to the house, the parents had already decided to have another bar-b-cue that evening. And even better, they had decided to let me spend the night again with my friend.
“Cool…” Nick and I high fived each other. My dad took off for the store to pick up some steaks and stuff, and Nick’s mom suggested that he go up and take a shower and get cleaned up a little, since we had spent the previous day on the sailboat. My mom, ever quick on the uptake, suggested that I really needed to bathe as well. Apparently two days without an official shower was all I was allowed…
So Nick and I bounded upstairs to his bedroom, while our moms got the grill going out on the deck, and opened up another bottle of wine, waiting for my dad to return. Nick and I rounded up a change of clothes, and we strolled into the bathroom together.
Come on, we’re twelve. Showering together really isn’t that unusual is it, for kids. We do it at school all the time, so it’s really not that big a deal, even if the parents did know that we were doing it. Feeling more than comfortable with each other by this point, both Nick and I stripped off our shorts, and since that’s all we had been wearing, we clambered into the shower stall and adjusted the water to our liking. It’s kinda funny if you think about it. I’ve known Nick for less than a week, and already seeing each other naked seemed quite natural.
The warm water flowed over us, and at first we just concentrated on rinsing off the grime, sweat, and sand of two days play. Lathering up a washcloth with body gel, I offered to wash Nick’s back. Well, I didn’t really offer, I just started doing it. This seemed a rare treat, one that you would never do in a school locker room, but it just kinda felt right here.
It didn’t take long for the washing to become a mutually shared experience, and not long after that before our flaccid boy parts to started rising to the occasion. It wasn’t sexual really, it was just enjoyable touching and friendship. Still, our pubescent bodies were being stimulated by the excitement of it, and then they seemed to take on a mind of their own.
Nick and I were eagerly soaping each other down from head to toe, charitably washing, and then rewashing certain areas and appendages. It was a fantastic experience that would undoubtedly make showering alone a rather boring thing to do in the future. We quickly discover how nice it felt to rub your naked, soaped up penis against the other person, as if you were both slip-n-slides.
Oh man, the feel of slippery skin on skin… Shiver… Shiver again. And of course the most pleasant part of all was when our four and a half inch tumescent tubes pressed and slid between us as we playfully wriggled around. I’m not sure what the real meaning of the term cock fight is, but we had a most enjoyable battle with our own personal light sabers. Swishing and swooshing them back and forth against each other.
Somehow we found that when we wrapped our arms around one another in a playful hug-like embrace, that it felt really nice to just slide our torsos together, still under the pretense of washing one another. Nick’s hands drifted slowly up and down my back, lovingly cupping my firmly rounded mounds.
By this point of course, sexual thoughts were running through both our minds. This was new ground to us, and puberty obviously took over. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of Nick’s naked body held tightly to mine, his hands searching my fleshy backside as I did the same to him.
My fingers found the crease of his buttocks, and I willfully slid soapy fingers deep into the warmth of his fleshy boy canyon. “Oh damn…” I mumbled as my middle finger slowly crossed his warm pinkish opening, and I could feel Nick quiver excitedly.
His fingers meanwhile began to mimic my own; and I felt my own butt cheeks spread slightly as his digits rubbed, then played with my private ring, curiously examining the warm shutter-like aperture. My little soft grommet clenched involuntarily for a moment, as if shy, only to relax again a moment later in eager anticipation of more.
Nick and I pulled our heads back for a moment to look curiously into each other’s eyes. This was a wild, and wonderful experience; and though we were both floundering around in our inexperience, it was amazingly delightful at the same time.
Our boy tubes continued to slide around between us, jolting occasionally with the stimulation. I moaned again as Nick’s penis twitched against me, pinned between our nearly bare, lather laden pubic mounds. Shit… I have never felt, nor likely will again, such pure stimulating pleasure as I was feeling right then. It was pure indulgent sexuality like I’d never known before, and surely the first time is the best.
Nick’s fingers slipped across my youthful anus once again, only this time he lingered there, emboldened now by the erotic lust of the moment. He rubbed his middle finger teasingly around the rim of my fleshy opening, pressing ever so slightly into it. “Do me too…” Nick pleaded breathily.
Happily I ran my fingers deep into his warm butt crack again, quickly finding the extra warmth of his rosebud. I wiggled my finger there, and feeling justly compelled I started gently pressing it into him a bit.
“Ohhh…” Nick sighed as my digit gently penetrated his rim. “Holy shit Danny…” he moaned joyfully. Then, wanting to share this unfolding real life fantasy, Nick pushed his fingertip gently up into my boy tunnel. I could feel myself spread and envelope his digit. Shit it was so wonderfully weird…
Instinctively I probed deeper into Nick, his bunghole seemed to swallow my finger, like a baby suckling on a nipple. It almost seemed to be pulling me deeper into the moist warmth of his private boy opening, or perhaps that was just my desire. “Holy shit…” he breathed pleasurably.
“Oh geeeezee…” I sighed, caught up in the pure youthful pleasure of our exploration. My penis twitched several times between us. You know, those spasm like pulses of over stimulation, as if it was clearing its throat for things to come. And then, with his hand firmly on my rump, his middle finger nearly two knuckles deep in me, Nick began pulling me rhythmically into him, our hips grinding together in a near humping motion.
My boyish response was immediate, instinctive. I ground into him, “Umph, umph, uhh…” Our groins were off the leash and grinding together. “Oh shit Nick… Oh shiiiittt… I’m gonna, gonna’ pop…” Bump, bump, bump… Tingles…. My anus clamped tightly around Nick’s invading digit, and I could feel the rush of hot boy seed rush from my nuts…
My thighs were tight as a drum and my stomach clenched inward preparing to expel my juices. And I did, and it was amazing. I could actually feel the warm gush of boy sauce flooding over my tummy, trapped between our two naked boy bodies. Several strong, deeply rooted pulses, “Uhhnnn…. Uhh…. Uhhhh…
And just as my boyhood expelled the last of it, Nick’s hot gushers began, joining the pool of boy gizz trapped sloppily between us. I could hear him moaning, feel him pulsing, his boy pucker squeezing snugly around my finger. Holy shit it was quite simply an overload of pure friggen awesomeness…
Almost forgotten, the warm water of the shower continued to rain down on us, but we were oblivious to it as we stood leaning together, lost in the physical pleasure as the numbness of orgasm slowly drained out of our youthful muscles. So many curiously, wonderful sensations. How could anything ever have been so intense? Who cares, it was awesome.
In a moment or two we managed to stand apart. Nick’s usually vibrant green eyes were almost glazed over with pleasure. Clearly this had been an event for both of us. I mean whoa, unabashed, unplanned sexual boy play in the shower. Finally we managed to finish rinsing off the sticky mess of soap and boy goo that still clung to us as a pleasantly remindful remnant.
As we stepped out of the stall Nick tossed me a towel, and we stood there almost shyly as we toweled ourselves dry. Standing naked, towels wrapped around our mid sections as we gazed quietly in the mirror looking at ourselves almost in disbelief. “That was awesome…” Nick breathed in a hoarse whisper, a bewildered smile returning to his features.
Several minutes later we worked our way back to his bedroom, where we finished drying off and dressing. We could hear our parents down below on the back deck, laughing at something or other, and clad only in shorts and tee shirts we bounded down the stairs to join them outside on the deck.
The smell of grilled steaks wafted through the early evening air as it billowed from the grill in lightly colored wisps of flavored smoke, which made my stomach grumble loudly, expressing my hunger. “Hey boys...” My dad greeted us with a warm smile. We sat near the round deck table, listening to our moms laugh at whatever conversation they were engaged in. They seemed to be getting to be close friends; much as Nick and I had become.
Nick grabbed up several sodas from the cooler on the deck, and we sprawled ourselves out on the lounge chairs, still feeling the last warmth of the sun as it sped toward the distant horizon, filling the sky now with vibrant orange colors. It was kind of nice actually, just to relax. Sitting there like that, not really listening to the conversation, both of us intent in our own thoughts, yet still vaguely aware of the wonderful smells rising lazily from the bar-b-cue grill.
Before long we were savoring the grilled meat, munching on buttered corn on the cob, and the tasty salad that Nick’s mom had made up. We hungrily stuffed our faces and enjoyed the peacefulness of the evening. The wonderful food, and the more than wonderful boy play from earlier had left both Nick and me feeling full, and certainly content.
After dinner, when everything was cleaned up, the parents sat around just off the deck. They had built up a little fire in the pit just there on the beach, and they sat around on the Adirondack styled chairs sipping their wine and chatting as twilight rolled in. Nick and I strolled out along the beach, once again tossing little bits of beach debris into the waning waves, or, at each other as the case may be…
Sometime later our walk took us back to the summer house, and with the evening spent, my parents said their goodnights and climbed into the SUV to drive back up to our place, less than a mile up the beach.
My mom had given me an extra big kiss goodnight; always embarrassingly stupid in front of your friends. I figured the wine they’d been drinking had something to do with it. I waved as they drove off, and then after we said our own goodnights to Nick’s mom, Nick and I hurried upstairs to his bedroom for the night.
We just sort of kicked back and relaxed for a while, lying on Nick’s bed and talking about all sorts of things from school to sports and music, and quite notably, not about girls... Turns out Nick didn’t live really all that far from where I did. They lived in Harford Connecticut, and we lived less than twenty five miles away near Springfield Mass. So we were just about half an hour apart by car. That was cool. That meant that even after our time here in the Hamptons, we could still stay in touch, and even visit each other from time to time. Nice…
After talking for an hour or so about all that other stuff, we were both kind of thinking about the same thing. Can you guess? Yeah that’s right, the ever present sexual stuff. Our appetites had been whetted with each foray we’d taken into this new territory. What had started with subtle innuendo and comments, had continually stepped up becoming more and more daring in our curiosity and boldness.
Lying quietly on Nick’s bed, we had both become pensive. Each of us thinking about the stuff we had done together. I was thinking back to the comment he’d made when we were in town, licking our ice-cream cones. Nick had said, ‘I wish that was my dick you were licking on like that.’ Yep, that’s what he’d said, and I had been thinking about it ever since.
I turned my head to glance at Nick, only to see that he was already watching me thoughtfully. I smiled softly at him. “Sooo… Whatcha wanna' do?” I inquired innocently. Yeah right, innocently… Nick’s green eyes seemed to shine, and he smiled back with that look on his face like, 'you know'.
Still though, it’s kind of hard to just suggest something like that, out loud I mean. You needed to kind of ease into it. And Nick offered the perfect solution. “Well, do you uh, wanna’ look at the nudist magazines again?” Well duh… That was it, just like that the door was opening again.
Nick pulled his backpack out from under the bed, and dug out the two magazines. “Make sure my door is locked.” Nick prompted. I hopped off the bed and made sure we were locked up tight, and then leaped back onto the bed.
Lying on our bellies, with pillows propped up under our chests, we peeked through the magazines again, looking at the other one this time. There were lots of nudist families of course, with a host of boys in this one. We paged through, gazing almost dreamily at the various naked boys around our own age.
It was pretty cool really. Boys engaged in all sorts of outdoor activities, naked as you please and not even caring about it. “Think you could do that?” Nick asked suddenly. Surprisingly I blushed, and shook my head no.
Even though I had gone skinny dipping at the marina, it had been dark outside and no one else was around except Nick and Ben. And even then I had been kind of nervous about being naked outside and in front of two others.
“No way…” I muttered. “Not in front of all those people like that.”
“I bet it’s not that big a deal once you get used to it.” Nick answered.
“Maybe. But it’s the ‘getting used to it’ part that would bother me.” I smirked. Nick looked at me and grinned. He popped up onto his knees and pulled his tee shirt off over his head.
“It’s just us.” Nick offered. He dropped back to the bed, and lifting his hips he slipped out of his board shorts. I smiled at his nakedness and quickly followed his lead, stripping off my clothes as well.
We lay back on our stomachs, grinning impishly at one another. “Nice…” Nick breathed. And it was. We started paging through the magazine again. “Most of those boys have foreskins, like you.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, well… I think most of those nudist places are, like in Europe and stuff. I heard most the boys over there aren’t cut.” Nick nodded agreeably.
“Can I see yours again?” he asked. I shrugged, and rolled onto my side, exposing my soft willy to him. He looked down curiously at my uncircumcised pickle. “So how come you’re not? Trimmed, I mean.” Nick questioned, looking intently at my boyhood.
“I’m not sure really.” I answered, looking down and giving my loose skin a little tug. “My parents just decided to leave it go.”
Nick seemed quite interested, and he shifted around, getting in close to get a better look at it. “I like the way it looks.” He remarked, still studying it. I was beginning to plump up a bit with all the attention, and I noticed Nicks eyes open wider in his excitement. Just to tease him, I slid my foreskin down off the head, exposing my plum.
“Oh man, that looks so cool.” Nick muttered, as he looked at his own penis by way of comparison. Smiling curiously he looked up at me again, then reached out. “Can I?’ He inquired. I shrugged my approval, letting go of my now rigid boy spike.
Nick reached out and fingered my prong. I felt him shudder as he did, which made me smile. Gently Nick squeezed my purplish tip, then he tugged my foreskin up, intrigued by the rubbery texture. He giggled boyishly, then diddled the wrinkled flesh with his finger, moving it from side to side.
“That tickles.” I told him. He smiled up at me, then slowly tugged my skin back the other way, studying the way the skin rolled back over itself as it peeled off my glans, leaving my moist purple knob bare.
“It always looks like its wet.” Nick remarked, “How come.” I only shrugged.
“Just is… Guess that’s because of the foreskin. His fingers carefully spread my pee slit, inspecting it. It wasn't surprising really, I mean how often does a kid get a chance to look closely at someone’s penis?
"Look..." I said with a playful grin, "It wants to kiss you..." Then I jutted my hips up off the bed, pushing my penis toward his face. It surprised Nick, and he giggled as the end of my penis actually brushed the tip of his nose.
He glanced up at me with an amused smile. Then with his fingertips still holding my totally stiff dong, he repeatedly opened and closed my pee slit, pretending that it was a mouth, he began talking in a high pitched voice.
"Hi..." My dick seemed to say. "My name is Danny the Banana, do you want to kiss me?" Nick mouthed the words like a ventriloquist as he manipulated my pee slit open and closed.
I started laughing, and Nick giggled boyishly along with me. "No, seriously." He mouthed again, still moving my pee slit and talking in a girlish voice. "Do you want to kiss me...." I laughed again.
"Only if it's a French kiss..." I teased suggestively. Nick looked up at me again with a gleam in his eyes and a very mischievous expression on his face.
"Okay," he said, looking back down at 'Danny the Banana', "But no funny business now..." He chuckled playfully.
We were both kind of teasing, but both kind of not. It seemed like a challenge that we both wanted, and with that Nick leaned in very close and with a timid touch he gently kissed the head of my penis. He looked back up at me quickly with a bashful smile, and as we looked into each others eyes I smiled back at him.
"What about the French kiss part?" I urged, wanting desperately for him to really do it. I mean he had said earlier that he wished he could lick my dick like an ice cream cone. Nick raised his eyebrows and then turned back toward my penis.
"You asked for it." Nick reminded. With that, he leaned forward touching his warm, wet tongue softly onto the purplish knob of my glans. My eyes rolled back at the sheer pleasure of his wet touch.
"Well don't be shy..." I remarked, using the same high pitched voice of 'Danny the Banana'. "Come on boy, give it to me..."
Nick smiled with resolve, and this time he went down on my knob, wetly kissing and tonguing my inflamed head. Shit it was so awesome. My hips flinched with the delightfully moist feel of it, and as Nick sensed my enjoyment, he redoubled his efforts and took my boy tube deeply, and wetly into his mouth.
His tongue slithered around my boyish cock as he sucked and slathered my rigid tool. "Holy shiiiitttt..." I breathed as he suctioned me; while my fingers laced into his long blond hair. This was crazy wild... Nick pulled off of me and with his fingers he slid my foreskin back and forth a few times over my spit slickened knob. "Oh geeeze.." I lurched again with pleasure. He skinned me back again and took my dick into his mouth bobbing up and down its length as if masturbating me with his lips.
"Oh fuck..." I wheezed. "Oh fuck..." Sensations rolled through me. I squirmed with untold delight, having never felt anything like this. It was wet, and warm, and wild... Hell I'm a kid, what do I know about blow jobs; but if that's what this was, I was loving every second of it. His tongue danced around my knob and I cringed joyfully under his incessant assault on my boner.
Nick pulled off of my swollen glans and lowered his head to nestle his nose and wet lips all over my nutsack. My penis twitched and throbbed at the pleasure Nick was inflicting upon my boy parts.
He continued for quite a while, and I could feel myself quickly building. "Geezus Nick, I'm about to cum..." He finally pulled off and grinned impishly at me, then swiveled around so that we were facing one another.
"Well" He said with a questioning grin, "What was it like? Did you like it?" he questioned excitedly. I nodded my head like an animated bobble head toy.
"Shit yeah... Shit dude it was so awesome. What was it like on your end, licking my dick like that?"
"I tasted your precum." Nick answered with a broad smile. "I... I liked it."
"Oh man." I replied with a little shudder. "I wanna do it to you okay..."
"Go for it then." Nick replied eagerly, as he rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. My eyes lit up, anticipating my turn at this juicy new adventure. I shifted around on the bed, just as Nick had done.
With my arm over his waist, and my head in close to his groin, I looked over his boy goods. I'd never been this close, and I shivered excitedly as I perused Nick's tumescent boyhood, examining it with great interest.
I ran my fingertip around his knob, and with great tenderness I squeezed the rubbery appendage. Shiver... I could see the glisten of precum just at his slit, and I rubbed my fingertip over it, causing Nick to twitch with delight, and gasp at my touch. I looked at his wisps of pubic hair sprouting from his cream colored mound; the little curlies just beginning to flourish there, and I pulled gently on a few of them, enjoying their soft yet bristly feel.
Sniffing again at his pubic rise I brushed my nose across his genitals, breathing in and enjoying the clean smell of his groin. "Oh man Danny..." Nick breathed, and his penis twitched again as my soft breath whispered over his boyish bits.
I spread his legs a little, and moved in over his youthful balls; still exploring, and still breathing in his sweet, uniquely boyish musk. I'll tell you what, this was as exciting to me as it was to Nick. Pulling back for a moment, I glanced up at his face to see that his eyes were closed, and a contented smile was perched on his lips.
Nuzzling him, I timidly touched my tongue to his youthful erection, running it the length of his warm boy pole. "Mmm..." I hummed, and now I could see that the little glisten of precum at his pee slit had grown into a large pearly droplet.
I touched my finger to the sticky gel, sniffed it, not at all sure if I would like the taste of it. Timidly I touched my tongue to it. "Mmm..." My eyebrows rose in surprise. Then I licked the rest from my fingertip. It was nothing like what I'd expected. I assumed it would be bitter, nasty... Instead, I found that it was oddly sweet, unusual, and even erotically appealing.
Wanting more, I squeezed his young tube from its base upward. I was rewarded with another large honey like drop oozing from his tip. This time I went for it, licking it directly from his glans. Nick winced, and arched his back, his dick twitching as my wet tongue washed over his bulb.
Realizing now that it was all good, I boldly smothered his cocklet with my mouth, savoring his juicy morsel and the flavor of his boy skin. I sucked on him then, and began sliding and pulling firm lips up and down his shaft. Nick moaned pleasurably, which in turn stimulated me to do even more.
While I pleasured him, Nick's hand roamed and found the round globe of my butt cheek. His fingers cupped my rump, squeezing and gently spreading me as I continued to suck on him like a melting popsicle. He pulled his hand away for a moment, and when it returned I felt his saliva wetted finger push into my boy hole.
He teased and aroused me with his finger, and wanting to return the favor I renewed my efforts on his phallus. This was all so damn erotic. Two boys flying blindly, doing whatever felt good.
It went on for several minutes, and finally I felt Nick pull against my thigh, shifting his body around so that he could get to my penis. To my great delight I felt his wet mouth encompass my prick once again, so that we were both giving and getting.
We began to wriggle about, each of us feeling the growing pangs of stimulation burning deep within our young loins. I pulled my head back a little but continued to tongue his knob while I masturbated him. Nick squirmed in delight, his muffled moans escaping from around my penis which was still in his mouth.
"Unnchh.... Cumming... I'm, cum..." Nick's words trailed off as I felt his body tense, his knob expanding against my tongue. His first squirt pulsed into my mouth, and I pulled off wanting to feel his sticky boy lotion on my skin. His next clear dispatch splattered warmly on my face, followed rapidly by the next...
I rubbed his slimy knob over my lips and nose, then rubbed the wet glans against my cheek. I could feel him jolt and cringe, his boyhood sensitive now in the after moment.
It was so totally hot that I couldn't hold on any longer. With no warning my own boy tube swelled and spat like a venomous cobra. I inseminated the inside of Nick's succulent mouth, and almost screamed out with pleasure; and Nick must have enjoyed it as well, because he pulled my dick out of his mouth and let me squirt my remaining ejaculate right on his face, then he used my dick like a paintbrush, and swirled my cum around his lips.
I collapsed, spent. My young balls had nothing left to offer but the dull ache of satisfaction. With whatever energy I had left, I swiveled around till Nick and I were face to face on his bed, where we giggled with wide eyed and youthful enthusiasm.
"Was that awesome or what?" Nick breathed
"My vote is for awesome." I whispered back. Neither of us had even thought about what we were doing, we had just kind of done it, caught up in the rush of excited boy play. "We just sucked each other off." I giggled.
"I know, right..." Nick agreed with a boyish smile. His green eyes looked into mine for a moment, and he smiled again. Leaning forward, Nick pressed his sperm soiled lips onto mine, and I warmly returned the effort. We pulled back then, smiling sincerely at one another.
As we thought about it, it seemed like a miracle that Nick's mom hadn't heard us. It's hard to know how loud you were, thrashing about and moaning like that, lost in the moment. It's my guess that all the wine she had shared with my parents had likely left her a bit numb to the proceedings. Lucky for us I guess...
We were both too tired to mess around any further, so after a quick shower we padded back to his bedroom and snuggled in under the covers. We were still quite naked, and it just felt nice somehow to curl up against another naked body; so we did.
The next three days, the last three of my week there, Nick and I were quite literally inseparable. Our parents spent a lot of that time together as well, which made it quite easy for me and Nick to do so as well.
There was a lot of other boy play that went on, of course. Whenever we could sneak some private time. Be it down the beach amongst the sand dunes, or locked away in our bedrooms. We managed to put our boy parts through a pretty good workout during those three days. And to be honest, most of the time we spent just hanging out, exploring, and playing the way good friends do.
On Sunday morning, it was time for me and my parents to head back home to Springfield Mass. I was feeling really bummed about it actually. Nick was my new best friend, and... Well, I didn't want this to end.
With the SUV loaded up, we stopped in at Nick's place before heading out, and I joined Nick up in his bedroom to say our goodbyes. We had become best friends, and it was most certainly not the last of our adventures together.
In the privacy of his room, we both teared up a little. It was both embarrassing and endearing at the same time, and like boys do, we played it off as if it was nothing. When my dad finally called up to us that it was time to go, we nervously mumbled our goodbyes.
As I turned to leave his bedroom, Nick grabbed my arm, and turning me to face him, we fell into a long, warm hug, before finally letting go. I looked one last time into those sparkling green eyes of his, and had to fight back another burning tear. Nick smiled quietly, and leaning in, we kissed each other tenderly.
We really hadn't done too much of that, but this kiss was meaningful, and I felt the love between us. When we separated, I turned and hurried down the stairs and out into the driveway.
With a hug, I said goodbye to Nick's mom and hopped into the back seat of the SUV.
Nick came outside then, holding my backpack. "Don't forget this..." He called out. He hurried over and handed it to me with a wink through the open window.
We gazed bashfully at one another, and with a heavy sigh I took one last long look at my friend. Nick stood there barefoot, wearing only his white tank top and an old pair of faded board shorts. His hands were thrust down deep into the pockets as he stood there next to his mom.
I made a mental photograph of him. His cute boyish face, his long blond hair, those brilliant green eyes and buttery tanned skin. I smiled and waved to him as my dad backed out of the driveway. Nick waved back, and then leaned against his mom.
All I could do was to stare blankly out of the window as we drove off down the frontage road and turned off onto the highway. Thoughts of our time together already flitting across my mind. My eyes watered a little; I was missing him already.
I knew I'd see him again, since we only lived about twenty four miles apart, but still, I was bummed that it was over for now. My mom looked casually back at me, as if sensing my sadness.
"It'll be alright honey. You'll see Nick again before too long." She smiled.
"I know." I mumbled, then looked forlornly out the window.
After we turned onto the main highway, and the ocean was well out of sight, I decided to read for a little bit. Grabbing up my backpack, I unzipped it to look for my book. Immediately my eyes fell on a little surprise from Nick. He had stuffed one of the nudist magazines down into the bottom of my backpack. I smiled quietly to myself, keeping the magazine concealed in the bag. "That little wanker..." I mumbled softly.
"What's that honey?" My mom asked from the front seat.
"Oh... Uh, nothing mom. I was just looking for my book." I smiled again when I saw a little yellow sticky note on the cover of the magazine. I pulled it out to see what Nick had written on it. It read;
'Some of the pages may be stuck together. Sorry, but we sure had a lot of fun doing it, didn't we Danny the banana... Your best bud, Nick...'
I grinned at the note, and couldn't wait till we got home, so that I could email Nick. Maybe even send him a 'special' picture, if you know what I mean. With a quiet smile, I had to reach down to make a little adjustment in my shorts as I thought about my best friend.
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~~ The End ~~
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( Quote from Finding Neverland )
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*Excerpt from Chapter Six
**Going back to the sailboat, we quickly gathered all of our stuff. Nick crammed his laptop back into his backpack and we climbed back on deck, securing the sailboat and locking everything up. I saw my dad’s SUV pulling into the distant parking lot to pick us up, so Nick and I grabbed up everything and trotted up the pier to meet them.
We slid into the backseat, and as my dad started to drive off we told my parents about our fun night aboard the sailboat. Well, not everything of course. We told them about fishing, and swimming, and about having breakfast with Benny’s family on the yacht.
Sliding back in the seat, I realized what a great night it had actually been. All the new stuff I’d learned and experienced. I decided that coming of age is indeed a wonderful time for a boy, with every new adventure fulfilling our youthful curiosity.
I looked over at Nick, my new best friend, with his shaggy beach boy blond hair and his smooth buttery tan. It was great to have a friend to share these adolescent awakenings with.
We had shared the secrets of masturbation. We had seen, and touched a girls private parts. We had tried on and ejaculated into a condom, and we had even explored mutual masturbation a couple of times. Nick and I had even exchanged several boylike kisses. They hadn’t been sexual as such, just the innocent kisses of boys displaying fondness for another.
I smiled as I recalled the tenderness of it. Then realized that I wanted even more. I really liked Nick, and it was clear that I really like boys… The next step seemed fairly obvious to me. I wanted to be sexual with him…**
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It was turning out to be a quite morning already. In fact, the whole vacation here in the Hamptons has been a really cool, and interesting one for me. I mean wow… I wasn’t that enthused about it at first; you know spending a week here, with just my parents and none of my friends to knock around with. I know it is the beach and stuff, but still. No other kids around? Boring...
Who would have thought though that I’d meet another boy my age? And one who would have the same interests as me. I don’t just mean being sexually curious, I mean come on, what twelve-year-old isn’t. No, I’m talking about discovering that I’m into other boys, and then actually finding one who feels the same way. What are the odds of that?
But from the first time I had seen Nick, sitting on the edge of the pier with his long beach boy-like blond hair hanging loosely over his tanned shoulders; sitting there dangling his bare feet off the pier, just over the water. Shudder…
There was something about him that just sent a shiver through me. And even then, I really didn’t know that it was boys who turned me on. But he certainly had. It was literally an instant awakening.
From that moment on, there had been strange stirrings building within me. A yearning maybe. And for the very first time, I was emotionally and physically aroused by someone specific. Of course at that moment I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the door had been opened, and my curiosity had compelled me to look beyond it.
And yeah, I know most boys my age become very curious about sex and their bodies and stuff like that. But this uncharted territory called puberty had been dragging my penis around in every direction (mostly upward), and mostly without seeking my approval. It’s like, one morning your dick wakes up and wants to take a look around, and go exploring.
For boys, our curiosity seems to be as insatiable as our unexpected boners; and since boys usually hang around with other boys, it’s not surprising that they discover this mutual interest, and they go exploring together. At least to some extent.
But for me, it didn’t seem to take long to discover that another boy was far more interesting, and far more arousing to me than a girl. Nick was cute. And from the first time he looked at me with those emerald green eyes, I knew I wanted more.
From the first time he joked with subtle innuendo about masturbation, I knew that he wasn’t just batting around typical boy humor. He was carefully hinting about his own inclinations, but not wanting to risk my rejection.
And when Nick had showed me those nudist magazines, there were all kinds of naked people pictured there, and even though it was intriguing to see people of both sexes nude like that; both of us kept looking at, and pointing out the boys.
Their lithe young bodies were delightful to look at. The firm definition of their adolescent musculature, and… And their boy bits… Shudder… I mean shit man, is there anything nicer than a pubescent boy’s ass, or the V groove that defines their lower abdomen, starting just above the hips and tapering boyishly down toward those tender boy bits… Is that totally awesome, or what? Shiver…
And when Nick found that website online, where several boy were standing there with erections… Oh shit, I knew I was all in at that point. And so, here we are sitting in the back seat of my parents SUV, and me once again with a raging hard on of my own…
My folks had picked us up at the Marina, and we were all heading into the village together to poke around a little. I glanced over at Nick, who was staring out the window as we drove along the beach frontage road.
My eyes drifted down to the smooth bareness of his legs, just below his board shorts. His skin had a tanned satin look, and my eyes strayed further down his legs to his rounded hairless calves, and then to his small shapely feet. Nick had slipped off his flip flops in the car, and after gazing at his feet for a moment, I slid my bare foot over softly resting my soul on the top of his richly tanned foot.
The feel of his skin sent another warm shiver through me, and Nick turned his head to look at me. Smiling warmly, he looked down at my bare foot, then wiggled his toes as if to acknowledge the contact. Then he looked up toward my lap and his smile broadened.
“Dude…” He whispered, leaning closely to me so that only I could hear, and then he nodded toward my groin. Oh shit… I was still sitting there with a full blown erection tenting out my thin Nike board shorts. Had my mom turned around to talk to us, she surely would have seen the Eiffel Tower sprouting from my lap.
With a flash of embarrassment, I quickly crossed my hands over it, hiding my bulging boyhood. Nick started to chuckle alongside of me, and I wanted to punch him on the arm, but at the moment I didn’t have a free hand. Then he looked up at me with those shining green lamps of his, and he smiled broadly at me. Son of a bitch he’s cute. I just wanted to get sexual with him right then and there.
Eventually though, we drove into one of the many seaside villages. It was a quaint little town that had kind of an old world feel to it. Even the sidewalks were made of wooden planks like old seaside towns. There were all sorts of little shops lining the board walk; neat little antique shops, art galleries, gift shops and local markets and such. It was a touristy kind of place I suppose, but it was fun poking around in them.
The four of us wandered around, just taking our time exploring. The old swap shop places were the best though. You’d find all sorts of old junk in them, and it kept Nick and I busy looking at really old toys. Metal cars or trucks, with the paint mostly worn off of them, or ancient looking baseball gloves and old cards and stuff.
A lot of it was really just old junk, but it was really kind of cool if you think about it though. A long time ago, these toys and things were shiny, brand new, and someone bought them with all sorts of good intentions for their kids. And now, eighty or a hundred years later, it made you wonder where they had been. How many people had owned it? How many kids had played with it, and laughed as they did. And where are those people now. Grown up. Gone. A kid my age probably played happily with this toy at one time, and where were they now… Makes you wonder.
Anyway, a couple of hours passed this way, and finally my dad suggested we get a bite to eat. We found a small little burger joint with an outdoor dining area on a deck that hung out over the water with a great seaside view. We sat out there in the warm afternoon sun, munching on, and enjoying our greasy bacon cheese burgers.
I was sitting across from Nick, and was busy telling my parents about how much fun it had been to sleep out on the sailboat last night. To my surprise I felt Nick’s foot softly rubbing against mine under the table. I looked over at him, his face was alight with a playful grin.
Trying to stay focused, I began telling my folks about eating breakfast aboard the yacht, and suddenly Nick’s foot was snuggled up into my crotch. I’m sure I jolted, which prompted my mom to give me a curious look and ask if I was ok. Well yeah… But I had to play it off as Nick’s bare toes wiggled and wandered playfully across my junk, with him trying not to burst out laughing.
For the next ten minutes both Nick and I exchanged gentle foot rubbings, and fondled each other just below the table with our toes, just out of sight of my parents. At one point, my dad was talking to Nick, and I took the opportunity to pay him back; shoving my bare toes up under the bottom edge of his loose board shorts, rubbing directly against his boyishly smooth testicles.
Shit it was funny. Nick trying to keep a calm face, with my toes relentlessly roaming and prodding his genitals, all while my dad was trying to have a serious conversation with him. He chanced to look over at me, and gave me a priceless look, as if begging me to stop, but I only grinned and taunted him by opening my mouth to display a mouthful of half chewed burger. Yeah I’m twelve, go figure…
After lunch we strolled the boardwalk for a little while longer, Nick and me trailing a ways behind my folks, laughing and giggling at our little antics. I’m quite sure my parents must have thought we were just being silly; which we were of course, because that’s what boys our age do. Right?!
All in all it was a fun afternoon, and just before we left, we stopped in at a little ice cream shop to enjoy some waffle cones filled with our favorite flavors. Double scoops for both Nick and me. We left the shop, still licking at the melting ice cream before it dripped and rolled down our fingers.
Nick was watching me rather intently, as my tongue lapped around the scoops of blueberry ice cream, and he gave me an odd smile and a curious look. He leaned in closely to me, and in a very quiet whisper he said, “I wish that was my dick you were licking like that…” I was gobsmacked…
My eyes flew open wide, and I looked sharply at him. Holy shit… Was he just being funny, or? I mean, I’d been fantasizing about wanting to do sexual stuff with him, but of course I never said anything, not knowing if he would even want to do anything. Nick smiled again at the expression on my face, and then he ran his tongue rather suggestively around his own scoop of ice cream. Licking it purposefully. Then, leaving a glob of melted cream on his tongue, he wiggled it playfully at me. “Mmm…” he smiled, smacking his lips.
Shit. My heart was thumping excitedly in my chest. Even though I knew Nick liked boys, everything we had done to this point was fairly innocuous. The kinds of things that all adolescent boys might do together. We had jerked off together. We’d even jerked each other off, but… Actually doing real sex stuff took more of a commitment than that kind of simple boyplay.
My mind raced as I thought about it. Nick had just hinted at a blow job, hadn’t he? In middle school most every boy has heard about blow jobs in one way or another. Stories, jokes, teasing in the locker room and stuff. Like everyone else, I had pretty much figured out what they were. And sure, I wondered what it would feel like but… Only grownups actually do those things, right? I had never seriously considered doing it. I mean, who would I even have done it with anyway…
It was as if Nick had lighted a fuse in me, and the thought continued to roll around in my mind as we walked back toward the car. When we got to the parking lot my dad insisted that we all finish our cones before we got into the SUV, not wanting us to drip onto the leather seats.
Nick and I leaned against the back bumper as we finished off our ice cream. He looked over at me again, bobbed his eyebrows a couple of times, and then stuck his ice cream coated tongue out once more, as if to reaffirm his earlier comment. I glanced over to be sure my parents weren’t watching, and smiling impishly at him, I made a playful show of sucking any ice cream drippings off my fingers, one at a time. Nick’s broad smile was telling, and we both giggled about our suggestive innuendo.
Finishing, we all loaded up into the SUV and my dad pulled out to head home. Nick and I were once again sitting in the back seat, and with my mom and dad chatting away to each other in the front, I slid over close to Nick and whispered in his ear.
“Dude… What you said back on the boardwalk… Were you like serious about, you know, licking dicks and stuff?” I whispered as quietly as I could. Nick looked over at me, studying my face for a moment. A crooked grin spread his lips as he nodded his assent, then leaned in closely and put his lips to my ear.
“See if you can sleep over at my house tonight.” He breathed. The warmth of his breath softly tickling my ear. My heartbeat increased again…
“Mom, can I spend the night at Nick’s?” I spoke up quickly, not wanting to lose the moment.
“Hmm? You boys have just spent the last two nights together, don’t you need a little break?” She wondered.
“No…” Both Nick and I stated emphatically at the same time. I heard my dad chuckle a little, and my parents glanced at each other with big smiles. “Besides,” I added, “that way you and Dad can have a little ‘alone time’ with each other. You know, a little alone time…” I grinned, with a little wink at my mom.
“We’ll see Danny.” She laughed, and then she and my dad held hands across the leather console.
When we got back home we stopped at Nick’s house first, since the original plan was to drop him off there. His mom came outside, and much to our good fortune, she invited my parents to come in and relax for a while. Which of course meant sharing some wine out on the back deck.
So while the adults were doing that, Nick and I took his big beach kite back out to the beach, to play our dive bomb game. Once again trying to swoop the colorful kite down low and send the other guy sprawling to the sand to avoid being beaned. We laughed and played like that for nearly an hour, burning off some of our youthful energy.
Apparently our folks were enjoying themselves quite a bit as well, what with the wine and all. Because when Nick and I came back to the house, the parents had already decided to have another bar-b-cue that evening. And even better, they had decided to let me spend the night again with my friend.
“Cool…” Nick and I high fived each other. My dad took off for the store to pick up some steaks and stuff, and Nick’s mom suggested that he go up and take a shower and get cleaned up a little, since we had spent the previous day on the sailboat. My mom, ever quick on the uptake, suggested that I really needed to bathe as well. Apparently two days without an official shower was all I was allowed…
So Nick and I bounded upstairs to his bedroom, while our moms got the grill going out on the deck, and opened up another bottle of wine, waiting for my dad to return. Nick and I rounded up a change of clothes, and we strolled into the bathroom together.
Come on, we’re twelve. Showering together really isn’t that unusual is it, for kids. We do it at school all the time, so it’s really not that big a deal, even if the parents did know that we were doing it. Feeling more than comfortable with each other by this point, both Nick and I stripped off our shorts, and since that’s all we had been wearing, we clambered into the shower stall and adjusted the water to our liking. It’s kinda funny if you think about it. I’ve known Nick for less than a week, and already seeing each other naked seemed quite natural.
The warm water flowed over us, and at first we just concentrated on rinsing off the grime, sweat, and sand of two days play. Lathering up a washcloth with body gel, I offered to wash Nick’s back. Well, I didn’t really offer, I just started doing it. This seemed a rare treat, one that you would never do in a school locker room, but it just kinda felt right here.
It didn’t take long for the washing to become a mutually shared experience, and not long after that before our flaccid boy parts to started rising to the occasion. It wasn’t sexual really, it was just enjoyable touching and friendship. Still, our pubescent bodies were being stimulated by the excitement of it, and then they seemed to take on a mind of their own.
Nick and I were eagerly soaping each other down from head to toe, charitably washing, and then rewashing certain areas and appendages. It was a fantastic experience that would undoubtedly make showering alone a rather boring thing to do in the future. We quickly discover how nice it felt to rub your naked, soaped up penis against the other person, as if you were both slip-n-slides.
Oh man, the feel of slippery skin on skin… Shiver… Shiver again. And of course the most pleasant part of all was when our four and a half inch tumescent tubes pressed and slid between us as we playfully wriggled around. I’m not sure what the real meaning of the term cock fight is, but we had a most enjoyable battle with our own personal light sabers. Swishing and swooshing them back and forth against each other.
Somehow we found that when we wrapped our arms around one another in a playful hug-like embrace, that it felt really nice to just slide our torsos together, still under the pretense of washing one another. Nick’s hands drifted slowly up and down my back, lovingly cupping my firmly rounded mounds.
By this point of course, sexual thoughts were running through both our minds. This was new ground to us, and puberty obviously took over. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of Nick’s naked body held tightly to mine, his hands searching my fleshy backside as I did the same to him.
My fingers found the crease of his buttocks, and I willfully slid soapy fingers deep into the warmth of his fleshy boy canyon. “Oh damn…” I mumbled as my middle finger slowly crossed his warm pinkish opening, and I could feel Nick quiver excitedly.
His fingers meanwhile began to mimic my own; and I felt my own butt cheeks spread slightly as his digits rubbed, then played with my private ring, curiously examining the warm shutter-like aperture. My little soft grommet clenched involuntarily for a moment, as if shy, only to relax again a moment later in eager anticipation of more.
Nick and I pulled our heads back for a moment to look curiously into each other’s eyes. This was a wild, and wonderful experience; and though we were both floundering around in our inexperience, it was amazingly delightful at the same time.
Our boy tubes continued to slide around between us, jolting occasionally with the stimulation. I moaned again as Nick’s penis twitched against me, pinned between our nearly bare, lather laden pubic mounds. Shit… I have never felt, nor likely will again, such pure stimulating pleasure as I was feeling right then. It was pure indulgent sexuality like I’d never known before, and surely the first time is the best.
Nick’s fingers slipped across my youthful anus once again, only this time he lingered there, emboldened now by the erotic lust of the moment. He rubbed his middle finger teasingly around the rim of my fleshy opening, pressing ever so slightly into it. “Do me too…” Nick pleaded breathily.
Happily I ran my fingers deep into his warm butt crack again, quickly finding the extra warmth of his rosebud. I wiggled my finger there, and feeling justly compelled I started gently pressing it into him a bit.
“Ohhh…” Nick sighed as my digit gently penetrated his rim. “Holy shit Danny…” he moaned joyfully. Then, wanting to share this unfolding real life fantasy, Nick pushed his fingertip gently up into my boy tunnel. I could feel myself spread and envelope his digit. Shit it was so wonderfully weird…
Instinctively I probed deeper into Nick, his bunghole seemed to swallow my finger, like a baby suckling on a nipple. It almost seemed to be pulling me deeper into the moist warmth of his private boy opening, or perhaps that was just my desire. “Holy shit…” he breathed pleasurably.
“Oh geeeezee…” I sighed, caught up in the pure youthful pleasure of our exploration. My penis twitched several times between us. You know, those spasm like pulses of over stimulation, as if it was clearing its throat for things to come. And then, with his hand firmly on my rump, his middle finger nearly two knuckles deep in me, Nick began pulling me rhythmically into him, our hips grinding together in a near humping motion.
My boyish response was immediate, instinctive. I ground into him, “Umph, umph, uhh…” Our groins were off the leash and grinding together. “Oh shit Nick… Oh shiiiittt… I’m gonna, gonna’ pop…” Bump, bump, bump… Tingles…. My anus clamped tightly around Nick’s invading digit, and I could feel the rush of hot boy seed rush from my nuts…
My thighs were tight as a drum and my stomach clenched inward preparing to expel my juices. And I did, and it was amazing. I could actually feel the warm gush of boy sauce flooding over my tummy, trapped between our two naked boy bodies. Several strong, deeply rooted pulses, “Uhhnnn…. Uhh…. Uhhhh…
And just as my boyhood expelled the last of it, Nick’s hot gushers began, joining the pool of boy gizz trapped sloppily between us. I could hear him moaning, feel him pulsing, his boy pucker squeezing snugly around my finger. Holy shit it was quite simply an overload of pure friggen awesomeness…
Almost forgotten, the warm water of the shower continued to rain down on us, but we were oblivious to it as we stood leaning together, lost in the physical pleasure as the numbness of orgasm slowly drained out of our youthful muscles. So many curiously, wonderful sensations. How could anything ever have been so intense? Who cares, it was awesome.
In a moment or two we managed to stand apart. Nick’s usually vibrant green eyes were almost glazed over with pleasure. Clearly this had been an event for both of us. I mean whoa, unabashed, unplanned sexual boy play in the shower. Finally we managed to finish rinsing off the sticky mess of soap and boy goo that still clung to us as a pleasantly remindful remnant.
As we stepped out of the stall Nick tossed me a towel, and we stood there almost shyly as we toweled ourselves dry. Standing naked, towels wrapped around our mid sections as we gazed quietly in the mirror looking at ourselves almost in disbelief. “That was awesome…” Nick breathed in a hoarse whisper, a bewildered smile returning to his features.
Several minutes later we worked our way back to his bedroom, where we finished drying off and dressing. We could hear our parents down below on the back deck, laughing at something or other, and clad only in shorts and tee shirts we bounded down the stairs to join them outside on the deck.
The smell of grilled steaks wafted through the early evening air as it billowed from the grill in lightly colored wisps of flavored smoke, which made my stomach grumble loudly, expressing my hunger. “Hey boys...” My dad greeted us with a warm smile. We sat near the round deck table, listening to our moms laugh at whatever conversation they were engaged in. They seemed to be getting to be close friends; much as Nick and I had become.
Nick grabbed up several sodas from the cooler on the deck, and we sprawled ourselves out on the lounge chairs, still feeling the last warmth of the sun as it sped toward the distant horizon, filling the sky now with vibrant orange colors. It was kind of nice actually, just to relax. Sitting there like that, not really listening to the conversation, both of us intent in our own thoughts, yet still vaguely aware of the wonderful smells rising lazily from the bar-b-cue grill.
Before long we were savoring the grilled meat, munching on buttered corn on the cob, and the tasty salad that Nick’s mom had made up. We hungrily stuffed our faces and enjoyed the peacefulness of the evening. The wonderful food, and the more than wonderful boy play from earlier had left both Nick and me feeling full, and certainly content.
After dinner, when everything was cleaned up, the parents sat around just off the deck. They had built up a little fire in the pit just there on the beach, and they sat around on the Adirondack styled chairs sipping their wine and chatting as twilight rolled in. Nick and I strolled out along the beach, once again tossing little bits of beach debris into the waning waves, or, at each other as the case may be…
Sometime later our walk took us back to the summer house, and with the evening spent, my parents said their goodnights and climbed into the SUV to drive back up to our place, less than a mile up the beach.
My mom had given me an extra big kiss goodnight; always embarrassingly stupid in front of your friends. I figured the wine they’d been drinking had something to do with it. I waved as they drove off, and then after we said our own goodnights to Nick’s mom, Nick and I hurried upstairs to his bedroom for the night.
We just sort of kicked back and relaxed for a while, lying on Nick’s bed and talking about all sorts of things from school to sports and music, and quite notably, not about girls... Turns out Nick didn’t live really all that far from where I did. They lived in Harford Connecticut, and we lived less than twenty five miles away near Springfield Mass. So we were just about half an hour apart by car. That was cool. That meant that even after our time here in the Hamptons, we could still stay in touch, and even visit each other from time to time. Nice…
After talking for an hour or so about all that other stuff, we were both kind of thinking about the same thing. Can you guess? Yeah that’s right, the ever present sexual stuff. Our appetites had been whetted with each foray we’d taken into this new territory. What had started with subtle innuendo and comments, had continually stepped up becoming more and more daring in our curiosity and boldness.
Lying quietly on Nick’s bed, we had both become pensive. Each of us thinking about the stuff we had done together. I was thinking back to the comment he’d made when we were in town, licking our ice-cream cones. Nick had said, ‘I wish that was my dick you were licking on like that.’ Yep, that’s what he’d said, and I had been thinking about it ever since.
I turned my head to glance at Nick, only to see that he was already watching me thoughtfully. I smiled softly at him. “Sooo… Whatcha wanna' do?” I inquired innocently. Yeah right, innocently… Nick’s green eyes seemed to shine, and he smiled back with that look on his face like, 'you know'.
Still though, it’s kind of hard to just suggest something like that, out loud I mean. You needed to kind of ease into it. And Nick offered the perfect solution. “Well, do you uh, wanna’ look at the nudist magazines again?” Well duh… That was it, just like that the door was opening again.
Nick pulled his backpack out from under the bed, and dug out the two magazines. “Make sure my door is locked.” Nick prompted. I hopped off the bed and made sure we were locked up tight, and then leaped back onto the bed.
Lying on our bellies, with pillows propped up under our chests, we peeked through the magazines again, looking at the other one this time. There were lots of nudist families of course, with a host of boys in this one. We paged through, gazing almost dreamily at the various naked boys around our own age.
It was pretty cool really. Boys engaged in all sorts of outdoor activities, naked as you please and not even caring about it. “Think you could do that?” Nick asked suddenly. Surprisingly I blushed, and shook my head no.
Even though I had gone skinny dipping at the marina, it had been dark outside and no one else was around except Nick and Ben. And even then I had been kind of nervous about being naked outside and in front of two others.
“No way…” I muttered. “Not in front of all those people like that.”
“I bet it’s not that big a deal once you get used to it.” Nick answered.
“Maybe. But it’s the ‘getting used to it’ part that would bother me.” I smirked. Nick looked at me and grinned. He popped up onto his knees and pulled his tee shirt off over his head.
“It’s just us.” Nick offered. He dropped back to the bed, and lifting his hips he slipped out of his board shorts. I smiled at his nakedness and quickly followed his lead, stripping off my clothes as well.
We lay back on our stomachs, grinning impishly at one another. “Nice…” Nick breathed. And it was. We started paging through the magazine again. “Most of those boys have foreskins, like you.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, well… I think most of those nudist places are, like in Europe and stuff. I heard most the boys over there aren’t cut.” Nick nodded agreeably.
“Can I see yours again?” he asked. I shrugged, and rolled onto my side, exposing my soft willy to him. He looked down curiously at my uncircumcised pickle. “So how come you’re not? Trimmed, I mean.” Nick questioned, looking intently at my boyhood.
“I’m not sure really.” I answered, looking down and giving my loose skin a little tug. “My parents just decided to leave it go.”
Nick seemed quite interested, and he shifted around, getting in close to get a better look at it. “I like the way it looks.” He remarked, still studying it. I was beginning to plump up a bit with all the attention, and I noticed Nicks eyes open wider in his excitement. Just to tease him, I slid my foreskin down off the head, exposing my plum.
“Oh man, that looks so cool.” Nick muttered, as he looked at his own penis by way of comparison. Smiling curiously he looked up at me again, then reached out. “Can I?’ He inquired. I shrugged my approval, letting go of my now rigid boy spike.
Nick reached out and fingered my prong. I felt him shudder as he did, which made me smile. Gently Nick squeezed my purplish tip, then he tugged my foreskin up, intrigued by the rubbery texture. He giggled boyishly, then diddled the wrinkled flesh with his finger, moving it from side to side.
“That tickles.” I told him. He smiled up at me, then slowly tugged my skin back the other way, studying the way the skin rolled back over itself as it peeled off my glans, leaving my moist purple knob bare.
“It always looks like its wet.” Nick remarked, “How come.” I only shrugged.
“Just is… Guess that’s because of the foreskin. His fingers carefully spread my pee slit, inspecting it. It wasn't surprising really, I mean how often does a kid get a chance to look closely at someone’s penis?
"Look..." I said with a playful grin, "It wants to kiss you..." Then I jutted my hips up off the bed, pushing my penis toward his face. It surprised Nick, and he giggled as the end of my penis actually brushed the tip of his nose.
He glanced up at me with an amused smile. Then with his fingertips still holding my totally stiff dong, he repeatedly opened and closed my pee slit, pretending that it was a mouth, he began talking in a high pitched voice.
"Hi..." My dick seemed to say. "My name is Danny the Banana, do you want to kiss me?" Nick mouthed the words like a ventriloquist as he manipulated my pee slit open and closed.
I started laughing, and Nick giggled boyishly along with me. "No, seriously." He mouthed again, still moving my pee slit and talking in a girlish voice. "Do you want to kiss me...." I laughed again.
"Only if it's a French kiss..." I teased suggestively. Nick looked up at me again with a gleam in his eyes and a very mischievous expression on his face.
"Okay," he said, looking back down at 'Danny the Banana', "But no funny business now..." He chuckled playfully.
We were both kind of teasing, but both kind of not. It seemed like a challenge that we both wanted, and with that Nick leaned in very close and with a timid touch he gently kissed the head of my penis. He looked back up at me quickly with a bashful smile, and as we looked into each others eyes I smiled back at him.
"What about the French kiss part?" I urged, wanting desperately for him to really do it. I mean he had said earlier that he wished he could lick my dick like an ice cream cone. Nick raised his eyebrows and then turned back toward my penis.
"You asked for it." Nick reminded. With that, he leaned forward touching his warm, wet tongue softly onto the purplish knob of my glans. My eyes rolled back at the sheer pleasure of his wet touch.
"Well don't be shy..." I remarked, using the same high pitched voice of 'Danny the Banana'. "Come on boy, give it to me..."
Nick smiled with resolve, and this time he went down on my knob, wetly kissing and tonguing my inflamed head. Shit it was so awesome. My hips flinched with the delightfully moist feel of it, and as Nick sensed my enjoyment, he redoubled his efforts and took my boy tube deeply, and wetly into his mouth.
His tongue slithered around my boyish cock as he sucked and slathered my rigid tool. "Holy shiiiitttt..." I breathed as he suctioned me; while my fingers laced into his long blond hair. This was crazy wild... Nick pulled off of me and with his fingers he slid my foreskin back and forth a few times over my spit slickened knob. "Oh geeeze.." I lurched again with pleasure. He skinned me back again and took my dick into his mouth bobbing up and down its length as if masturbating me with his lips.
"Oh fuck..." I wheezed. "Oh fuck..." Sensations rolled through me. I squirmed with untold delight, having never felt anything like this. It was wet, and warm, and wild... Hell I'm a kid, what do I know about blow jobs; but if that's what this was, I was loving every second of it. His tongue danced around my knob and I cringed joyfully under his incessant assault on my boner.
Nick pulled off of my swollen glans and lowered his head to nestle his nose and wet lips all over my nutsack. My penis twitched and throbbed at the pleasure Nick was inflicting upon my boy parts.
He continued for quite a while, and I could feel myself quickly building. "Geezus Nick, I'm about to cum..." He finally pulled off and grinned impishly at me, then swiveled around so that we were facing one another.
"Well" He said with a questioning grin, "What was it like? Did you like it?" he questioned excitedly. I nodded my head like an animated bobble head toy.
"Shit yeah... Shit dude it was so awesome. What was it like on your end, licking my dick like that?"
"I tasted your precum." Nick answered with a broad smile. "I... I liked it."
"Oh man." I replied with a little shudder. "I wanna do it to you okay..."
"Go for it then." Nick replied eagerly, as he rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. My eyes lit up, anticipating my turn at this juicy new adventure. I shifted around on the bed, just as Nick had done.
With my arm over his waist, and my head in close to his groin, I looked over his boy goods. I'd never been this close, and I shivered excitedly as I perused Nick's tumescent boyhood, examining it with great interest.
I ran my fingertip around his knob, and with great tenderness I squeezed the rubbery appendage. Shiver... I could see the glisten of precum just at his slit, and I rubbed my fingertip over it, causing Nick to twitch with delight, and gasp at my touch. I looked at his wisps of pubic hair sprouting from his cream colored mound; the little curlies just beginning to flourish there, and I pulled gently on a few of them, enjoying their soft yet bristly feel.
Sniffing again at his pubic rise I brushed my nose across his genitals, breathing in and enjoying the clean smell of his groin. "Oh man Danny..." Nick breathed, and his penis twitched again as my soft breath whispered over his boyish bits.
I spread his legs a little, and moved in over his youthful balls; still exploring, and still breathing in his sweet, uniquely boyish musk. I'll tell you what, this was as exciting to me as it was to Nick. Pulling back for a moment, I glanced up at his face to see that his eyes were closed, and a contented smile was perched on his lips.
Nuzzling him, I timidly touched my tongue to his youthful erection, running it the length of his warm boy pole. "Mmm..." I hummed, and now I could see that the little glisten of precum at his pee slit had grown into a large pearly droplet.
I touched my finger to the sticky gel, sniffed it, not at all sure if I would like the taste of it. Timidly I touched my tongue to it. "Mmm..." My eyebrows rose in surprise. Then I licked the rest from my fingertip. It was nothing like what I'd expected. I assumed it would be bitter, nasty... Instead, I found that it was oddly sweet, unusual, and even erotically appealing.
Wanting more, I squeezed his young tube from its base upward. I was rewarded with another large honey like drop oozing from his tip. This time I went for it, licking it directly from his glans. Nick winced, and arched his back, his dick twitching as my wet tongue washed over his bulb.
Realizing now that it was all good, I boldly smothered his cocklet with my mouth, savoring his juicy morsel and the flavor of his boy skin. I sucked on him then, and began sliding and pulling firm lips up and down his shaft. Nick moaned pleasurably, which in turn stimulated me to do even more.
While I pleasured him, Nick's hand roamed and found the round globe of my butt cheek. His fingers cupped my rump, squeezing and gently spreading me as I continued to suck on him like a melting popsicle. He pulled his hand away for a moment, and when it returned I felt his saliva wetted finger push into my boy hole.
He teased and aroused me with his finger, and wanting to return the favor I renewed my efforts on his phallus. This was all so damn erotic. Two boys flying blindly, doing whatever felt good.
It went on for several minutes, and finally I felt Nick pull against my thigh, shifting his body around so that he could get to my penis. To my great delight I felt his wet mouth encompass my prick once again, so that we were both giving and getting.
We began to wriggle about, each of us feeling the growing pangs of stimulation burning deep within our young loins. I pulled my head back a little but continued to tongue his knob while I masturbated him. Nick squirmed in delight, his muffled moans escaping from around my penis which was still in his mouth.
"Unnchh.... Cumming... I'm, cum..." Nick's words trailed off as I felt his body tense, his knob expanding against my tongue. His first squirt pulsed into my mouth, and I pulled off wanting to feel his sticky boy lotion on my skin. His next clear dispatch splattered warmly on my face, followed rapidly by the next...
I rubbed his slimy knob over my lips and nose, then rubbed the wet glans against my cheek. I could feel him jolt and cringe, his boyhood sensitive now in the after moment.
It was so totally hot that I couldn't hold on any longer. With no warning my own boy tube swelled and spat like a venomous cobra. I inseminated the inside of Nick's succulent mouth, and almost screamed out with pleasure; and Nick must have enjoyed it as well, because he pulled my dick out of his mouth and let me squirt my remaining ejaculate right on his face, then he used my dick like a paintbrush, and swirled my cum around his lips.
I collapsed, spent. My young balls had nothing left to offer but the dull ache of satisfaction. With whatever energy I had left, I swiveled around till Nick and I were face to face on his bed, where we giggled with wide eyed and youthful enthusiasm.
"Was that awesome or what?" Nick breathed
"My vote is for awesome." I whispered back. Neither of us had even thought about what we were doing, we had just kind of done it, caught up in the rush of excited boy play. "We just sucked each other off." I giggled.
"I know, right..." Nick agreed with a boyish smile. His green eyes looked into mine for a moment, and he smiled again. Leaning forward, Nick pressed his sperm soiled lips onto mine, and I warmly returned the effort. We pulled back then, smiling sincerely at one another.
As we thought about it, it seemed like a miracle that Nick's mom hadn't heard us. It's hard to know how loud you were, thrashing about and moaning like that, lost in the moment. It's my guess that all the wine she had shared with my parents had likely left her a bit numb to the proceedings. Lucky for us I guess...
We were both too tired to mess around any further, so after a quick shower we padded back to his bedroom and snuggled in under the covers. We were still quite naked, and it just felt nice somehow to curl up against another naked body; so we did.
The next three days, the last three of my week there, Nick and I were quite literally inseparable. Our parents spent a lot of that time together as well, which made it quite easy for me and Nick to do so as well.
There was a lot of other boy play that went on, of course. Whenever we could sneak some private time. Be it down the beach amongst the sand dunes, or locked away in our bedrooms. We managed to put our boy parts through a pretty good workout during those three days. And to be honest, most of the time we spent just hanging out, exploring, and playing the way good friends do.
On Sunday morning, it was time for me and my parents to head back home to Springfield Mass. I was feeling really bummed about it actually. Nick was my new best friend, and... Well, I didn't want this to end.
With the SUV loaded up, we stopped in at Nick's place before heading out, and I joined Nick up in his bedroom to say our goodbyes. We had become best friends, and it was most certainly not the last of our adventures together.
In the privacy of his room, we both teared up a little. It was both embarrassing and endearing at the same time, and like boys do, we played it off as if it was nothing. When my dad finally called up to us that it was time to go, we nervously mumbled our goodbyes.
As I turned to leave his bedroom, Nick grabbed my arm, and turning me to face him, we fell into a long, warm hug, before finally letting go. I looked one last time into those sparkling green eyes of his, and had to fight back another burning tear. Nick smiled quietly, and leaning in, we kissed each other tenderly.
We really hadn't done too much of that, but this kiss was meaningful, and I felt the love between us. When we separated, I turned and hurried down the stairs and out into the driveway.
With a hug, I said goodbye to Nick's mom and hopped into the back seat of the SUV.
Nick came outside then, holding my backpack. "Don't forget this..." He called out. He hurried over and handed it to me with a wink through the open window.
We gazed bashfully at one another, and with a heavy sigh I took one last long look at my friend. Nick stood there barefoot, wearing only his white tank top and an old pair of faded board shorts. His hands were thrust down deep into the pockets as he stood there next to his mom.
I made a mental photograph of him. His cute boyish face, his long blond hair, those brilliant green eyes and buttery tanned skin. I smiled and waved to him as my dad backed out of the driveway. Nick waved back, and then leaned against his mom.
All I could do was to stare blankly out of the window as we drove off down the frontage road and turned off onto the highway. Thoughts of our time together already flitting across my mind. My eyes watered a little; I was missing him already.
I knew I'd see him again, since we only lived about twenty four miles apart, but still, I was bummed that it was over for now. My mom looked casually back at me, as if sensing my sadness.
"It'll be alright honey. You'll see Nick again before too long." She smiled.
"I know." I mumbled, then looked forlornly out the window.
After we turned onto the main highway, and the ocean was well out of sight, I decided to read for a little bit. Grabbing up my backpack, I unzipped it to look for my book. Immediately my eyes fell on a little surprise from Nick. He had stuffed one of the nudist magazines down into the bottom of my backpack. I smiled quietly to myself, keeping the magazine concealed in the bag. "That little wanker..." I mumbled softly.
"What's that honey?" My mom asked from the front seat.
"Oh... Uh, nothing mom. I was just looking for my book." I smiled again when I saw a little yellow sticky note on the cover of the magazine. I pulled it out to see what Nick had written on it. It read;
'Some of the pages may be stuck together. Sorry, but we sure had a lot of fun doing it, didn't we Danny the banana... Your best bud, Nick...'
I grinned at the note, and couldn't wait till we got home, so that I could email Nick. Maybe even send him a 'special' picture, if you know what I mean. With a quiet smile, I had to reach down to make a little adjustment in my shorts as I thought about my best friend.
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