Summer of Discoveries
Chapter 05
New Email Address
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Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-14, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by, About A Boy.
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* Recap End Of Chapter 4
Oh man... This all felt so wickedly intense. This whole puberty thing, and all the new feelings that went along with it, it was awesome... I thought back to the pictures of the naked boys in the magazine. They were our age. Twelve, maybe thirteen year old boys with erections, and cum, and sexually suggestive posses... Shiiiitttttttt..... I needed more of that.
I knew right then that I would find a way to somehow suggest it to Scott, today. I mean cripes, he had those magazines didn't he?! They were filled with erotic boy play pictures. And I knew he hadn't even shown me the best ones yet. There were others at the bottom of the pile, that he was still reluctant to show me.
He was obviously building up to something, wasn't he?! And he just didn't want to scare me off, if I wasn't into it. But I was, wasn't I. Much to my own surprise, I was very into it... If only either of us had the courage to come out and just say it... What else could it be?
Twelve year olds, in the grips of sexual awakening. We were a bundle of confused emotions and feelings. Shy, embarrassed, scared, horny as hell, and insanely curious. Yes. Sometime today I would figure a way to take our friendship to the next level.
Casually I wiped my face and hands with the bed sheet, cleaning up the wonderful mess I had made. I scootched back up the bed, and resting my head on the other pillow I pulled the sheet back over us.
I thought I would just lie there till Scott awakened, but, somehow I dozed off again, and slipped into a fantasy dream of my own...
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I woke again about an hour later to a gentle movement alongside of me. Scott had awoken, and was quietly slipping off the edge of the bed. I watched as he stood there a few feet away, stark naked and stooping over to retrieve his underwear from the floor.
He heard me as I propped my head up onto my arm to watch him, and he glanced back over his shoulder at me with a shy little smile on his face. I don't think he was embarrassed about being naked there, I think it's just a little awkward, suddenly seeing someone you've just jerked off with for the first time.
Slowly he stepped into his undies, and pulled them up his tanned legs and over the white rounded mounds of his butt. I smiled at him as he glanced over at me again. "That was pretty cool last night." I whispered in low tones. Scott grinned sheepishly and nodded.
"Come on." He whispered back. "Let’s sneak downstairs and get some breakfast or something." He bent over and grabbed up my white cotton briefs from the floor and tossed them at me with a grin.
Tossing the bedcover aside I swung my bare legs outward and over the side of the bed, standing up slowly to slip into my underwear. Scott glanced down at me briefly.
"Come on." He whispered again.
"Like this?" I questioned with some concern. "What if your mom's up?"
"Na.... She's a late sleeper. Besides, she sees me all the time in my undies."
"Yeah, well... She hasn't seen me in mine." I breathed.
"Shit..." Scott replied quietly. "Don't be such a douche. She wouldn't be interested, or surprised by your little bundle of boyhood." He grinned and punched me lightly on the shoulder.
"Owe, dickwad..." I retorted, a bit too loudly.
"Shhh.... Moron, or she will wake up." Scott grinned, as he opened the bedroom door and crept out into the hall. Shaking my head I hurriedly padded after him, and silently down the carpeted stairs toward the kitchen.
The house was dead quiet as we wandered across the living room and stepped barefoot across the cool tiled floor of the modern kitchen. Shuffling quietly to the fridge, we pulled open the door to rummage around for something tasty to eat. Two boys, clad only in our briefs, leaning into the refrigerator as the cold air streamed out of it, chilling our nearly naked bodies. I shivered as goose bumps prickled across my skin.
Scott reached in and pulled out a half gallon sized bottle of grape juice. He twisted open the cap and tilting it back he took several long swigs directly from it. Smacking his lips, he handed the bottle to me, which I put to my lips and took a long drink from it as well...
My mom would have had a cow if she saw us doing that, of course. Drinking right out of the bottle, as if we were the only ones who might use it. But boys will be boys, and drinking out of the same container, or even sucking on the same sucker really isn't a big deal among your friends. It's just the way it's done.
There was a small plate on the rack, with several pieces left over pizza from the night before, and we quickly snatched them up, leaving the empty plate in the fridge. Cold pizza for breakfast... Oh yeah, it's the best dude, it's the best.
Closing the door, we snagged several bananas off the kitchen counter, and turned to head back to Scott's bedroom. Standing there staring at us was Scott's eight year old little sister. I blushed slightly, since I was still standing there in my underwear. It just felt weird, because I didn't even really know her at all.
Without thinking, I lowered my food laden hands in front of myself to loosely cover my boy bulge. "You wish..." Scott whispered in low tones, and then started giggling. I glanced down to see that I was holding the banana in front of my junk, and it was pointed outward and up a little, like a stiffy. I surely colored in embarrassment. I hadn't meant to do that, I was just covering myself up.
I was relieved however, when Scott's little sister only giggled slightly as well. In response, I reached out with the banana and poked Scott in the rear end with it, as we quickly headed out of the kitchen, and giggling we darted back up the stairs to his room.
Closing the door behind us, we sat on the edge of his bed and chowed down on our pizza slices. When I had finished my piece, I once again grabbed up the banana and peeled it down, then playfully wiggled it if front of my groin. We both laughed, and then Scott leaned down and boldly put his lips over the end of the banana, playfully bobbing up and down on it a few times.
When he pulled off of it, he sat up and looked over at me with a wicked little grin. He then peeled his own banana and copied me by holding it against the front of his briefs, and wiggling it slightly.
With a laugh, and boyish playfulness, I dutifully leaned over and gave it a little lick, then put my mouth over it, and slid it in and out a few times. We both laughed, but when we looked in each others eyes it was almost like there was some unanswered question there, both of us flirting with an idea that neither of us was willing to vocalize.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, we ate the bananas, glancing furtively at one another as we did so. I don't know what Scott was thinking about then, but I was thinking about the nasty magazines he had hidden in the cubby hole. I wondered if the ones he hadn't shown me yet might have pictures of boys doing stuff like that. You know, like sexual things to one another. And I wondered if Scott's little banana sucking bit, was just boys messing around like we do, or actually a test to see how I'd react.
Neither of us had the guts to say anything more about it, so after we finished our snacks we decided to get dressed and head outside to look for something to do. The moment had slipped past, and who knows where it might have led.
Grabbing up our bikes, we started riding down the road back toward the lake. It was already more than warm out, as this beautiful stretch of hot summer days continued, and we talked about maybe floating out on the water and swimming for awhile.
"Got any inner tubes, or anything?" I asked of Scott.
"We can probably find some." He replied, "But I have a better idea. Let's stop by Daryl's house first." Daryl was the older boy who lived in the house on the lake. The one who owned the dock that we had swum from the other day.
It only took a few minutes to get there, and finally we pulled our bikes down the long gravel driveway. We dropped the bikes near the porch and knocked on the front door of the large house overlooking the lake.
A moment later the panel swung open, and the older boy, Daryl, stood there wearing nothing but a pair of sport shorts, as he greeted us. "Hey guys..." He said, with a cheery grin.
"Hey Daryl." Scott answered, and bumped knuckles in greeting. Daryl looked over at me and nodded.
"Hi..." He offered warmly, remembering me from the other day. "Come on in guys." He stepped back into the entryway and Scott and I went inside. "Shoes..." Daryl pointed, indicating we should slip ours off there in the entry.
"Wow, cool house..." I said, looking around at the high, cedar beamed ceilings, and the nice furnishings."
"Thanks man..." Daryl replied, as he moved through the living room toward the huge windowed frontage on the lake side of the house. We followed him out of the open sliding glass doors and onto the large wooden deck that spanned the back side of the house.
"You guys want something to drink?" Daryl offered, as he opened a large cooler next to several reclining deck chairs. He pulled out a sparkling soda water for himself, and Scott and I dipped our hands into the icy cold water and each grabbed a soft drink of our own.
Daryl plopped onto one of the chairs and motioned for us to do the same. "Take your shirts off, get some sun if you want." He offered. Both Scott and I shed our shirts and lay back on the comfy lounge chairs; the warm early sun washing over our already buttery tanned bodies.
I took a sip of my soda, and glanced over at the shirtless fifteen year old, reclining only a few feet away. He looked pretty strong. He was lean and tanned, and obviously a very fit teenager. His stomach was flat, and showed a nice six pack of developed abs. I glanced down at my own bare tummy, rubbing it in comparison. Not anywhere near as defined as his, but hey, I'm only twelve after all. Still, mine was flat and lean.
"Don't worry, it'll get there." Daryl mentioned. Shit, how did he know I was comparing myself, was I that obvious? "You look good bro, don't worry about it." He added. I was feeling kind of embarrassed now. Daryl only smiled and took a long drink of his water.
"So..." Scott spoke out, "You got any more of those magazines that you want to get rid of?" He questioned. Daryl glanced over at me, then back at Scott. "It's alright, he's cool with it." Scott defended.
Daryl was pensive for a moment as he glanced at me again, but then he smiled and told Scott he might have one or two more he'd be willing to part with. We sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of the sun.
"Hey I was wondering if we could borrow your paddle boards?" Scott suggested. "You know, just to float out on the lake and stuff."
"Sure Scott, anytime... You don't even have to ask, you know that. My parents are practically never here, and I'm in and out all the time, so yeah... Just come by whenever you want and just grab them, or take the kayaks out if you want!"
"That's really cool..." I replied, offering Daryl a big grin. "Thanks..."
"No problem cutie." Daryl answered... And he hopped up from the recliner. "Come on guys."
Wait... Did I hear him right, I wondered? What did he mean by that? Did he just call me 'cutie', or, or maybe I didn't hear him right. Scott had hopped up by that time as well, and I followed. We plodded down the steps to the back yard, and the open area under the deck. There was a slab of concrete there with more deck chairs, and against the house were several kayaks and other water toys.
There were two surf boards, or, paddle boards as they call them now, and Daryl pulled them off the rack for us, and we each took one. He grabbed several paddles, and then he grabbed the front end of one of the blue kayaks, and we started walking across the lawn towards the lake.
There was a nice stone landscape wall at the edge, and we lowered the paddle boards down into the water. I took the back end of the kayak and helped Daryl set it down into the water. "Thanks." he grinned.
I smiled back and stepped into the lake, holding onto one of the paddle boards. "I've never really done this." I told them.
"It's easy man." Scott answered. ''Just crawl onto the board, and get up onto your knees. Then you can kinda hop up like this..." He demonstrated, "And just keep your weight centered." He lowered one end of the paddle into the water and stroked a time or two, gliding out onto the smooth surface of the lake. "Easy peasey..." He called back at me.
Daryl had climbed into the kayak, and he pushed out just a little to float alongside me in the water. Standing knee deep, I clambered up onto the board, hanging onto one of the paddles. Lying across the board on my belly, I took a few swim strokes to get it moving. The board was surprisingly stable, and quite agile as well.
I gained my knees, then stepped hesitantly onto one foot, and then stood up on the board, keeping my weight toward the center. Daryl reached out and put his hand on my calf, supporting me until I had my balance, and even after that, I think... It only took a few minutes to get it figured out, and soon Scott and I were paddling side by side as we stood on the boards. Daryl paddled out a ways in front of us in the kayak, but frequently circled bach alongside us.
We cruised well out onto the lake, quite often splashing each other, and making runs at one another, trying to knock the other guy off his board, which happened many times. It was fun though. The hot sun was baking down on our nearly naked bods, and it was quite refreshing to take a big tumble and splash into the refreshingly cool water.
I couldn't help but watch Scott from time to time. His wet boy body, and clingy wet swim shorts were quite intriguing to me. He really was girlishly cute I thought, and his long blond hair looked awesome when the water rolled down it, the streams flowing and sparkling wetly over his bronzed skin. Shudder...
Had I been aware, I might have noticed that Daryl was pretty much doing the same thing with me the whole time. He'd watch, unknown to me, ogling my nearly naked body somewhat. I caught him a time or two, but we just exchanged innocent smiles. I didn't really know what he was thinking, or if I was just imagining his attention. Maybe he was just enjoying the group of us, splashing and playing in the water. Or maybe he had other thoughts, I just didn't know...
After an hour and a half of floating and playful water fights, Daryl said he had to get back, because he had things to do. He told us to just leave the paddleboards under the deck when we were done, and he said he'd leave the sliding glass door unlocked, if we wanted to go in for something to eat, or to take a shower if we wanted to. He gave me a look when he had said that, but it really didn't register with me.
"Hey..." Scott called after him, as he started to paddle the kayak away from us. "What about those, um, magazines?" He questioned. Daryl grinned impishly.
"I'll leave a couple of them under the pillow in my bedroom." He answered. "You can have those two for now." He grinned mischievously at us, and paddled off across the lake toward his house.
Scott an I sat astride our boards, like surfer boys, waiting for the next wave. But we just floated there, talking about all kinds of stuff while the early afternoon sun further bronzed our shoulders. It was just one of those lazy summer days. You know, the ones you think back on when you're older, and wish you were still back in the good old days.
I sat cross legged on top of my board and looked at Scott, who was now lying on his back atop his board as we floated there. I couldn't help but look at his boy bulge. The wet fabric of his shorts sticking and clinging wetly to him, and forming that unmistakable boy mound.
I thought back to this morning, the whole banana innuendo thing. And then further back to last night, when we had jerked off together, using naked boy pictures to excite us. I still liked girls, at least I think I do. But it was clear to me that this infatuation with Scott, and with those magazines was more than just puberty rattling my boy parts.
The thought of boy on boy stuff seemed kind of hot to me. I started to wonder what magazines Daryl would leave under his pillow for Scott. And, I started to wonder why Daryl had those kinds of magazines in the first place.
Maybe he was gay... I mean, he did touch my leg for an extended time. And, he had called me cutie, hadn't he?! And... Well, if he was gay, well, it didn't really matter to me one way or the other.
Just as I was lost in all these thoughts, Scott suddenly reached out and tipped my paddle board to the side, spilling me off into the water. He was laughing at me as I sputtered to the surface; so swimming under water, I swam up beneath his board and rolled it, tipping him off of it and into the water alongside of me.
We laughed, and splashed at each other for a long while. And each time one of us tried to scramble back up on top of one of the paddle boards, the other would grab hold of him and pull him back. Or grab hold of his shorts and try to pull them down. I managed to drop his shorts down around his knees, but he scrambled up on his board anyway, and lay there on his stomach laughing, his untanned and naked butt cheeks shining wetly in the bright sun.
Laughing, I pulled myself up onto his board as well, and lying with my chest just across his lower legs, I stared ahead at his wonderfully bare ass. His nut sac sagged loosely between his open legs and rested loosely on the board... Shit, it was an awesome position to find myself in. I reached forward and playfully stuck my finger slightly into his butt crack.
"Hey..." he screamed, in mock indignation. But he raised his hips, wiggling them a little, teasing me as his cheeks spread slightly, and his dick and balls dangled loosely below him. He wiggled his butt again, and grinned back at me. "Bet you wish you still had that banana now, don't you..." He laughed.
"Oh I still have a banana." I laughed, and reaching forward between his legs I grabbed onto his dangling boy tube and gave it a gentle squeeze. Whoa....... I mean whoa......
Uncharted territory here. I don't know what emboldened me to do that. But there we were just having fun, and once again I of got caught up in the moment. Shit. That was another first for me. Well, except for when I touched his dick with my fingertip while he was sleeping the night before.
But he was awake now wasn't he... If I'd gone too far, there was no taking it back now... But Scott turned his head back with a big grin, and with me still stupidly half holding onto his boy part, he humped his hips up and down onto my hand a couple of times. Feeling a little embarrassed, and not knowing what else to do, I let him go, and rolled off the board into the water.
I swam the few yards over to the other paddle board and crawled back up on top of it. Embarrassed by what I'd done, but still feeling awesome about it, I glanced over at Scott.
"What did you let go for..." He grinned impishly, "I was just starting to enjoy it." Whew... I was relieved. He seemed to be more than ok with it, and the worry about having made a mistake was now gone. We splashed at each other for awhile longer, and then lying on our boards, we paddled back toward Daryl's house across the lake.
When we finally reached the edge of the lake, Scott hopped up onto the landscaped wall, and I hoisted first one of the boards, then the other up to him. We carried them, and the paddles back across the lawn, and put them away on the rack beneath the deck.
"Come on..." Scott directed, and we hurried up the wooden steps onto the deck above. Daryl had laid out a couple of towels for us on one of the deck tables, which was really thoughtful of him actually, and we stood for a moment and dried ourselves off.
When we'd finished, Scott slid the unlocked sliding glass door open. "Hey..." He called inside. "Daryl are you here man..." There was no answer, so we knew he'd gone off to do whatever he'd had plans for.
Stepping inside we walked past the kitchen. There was a note on the counter, telling us to grab something to munch on if we wanted. He'd left some chips and a few other goodies out on the counter with the note. It also said his parents wouldn't be back on the island until the last ferry , which was still many hours away. So he said if we wanted to clean up or whatever, we could use the shower upstairs.
"Wow, he's kinda cool isn't he?" I remarked. More of an observation than a question.
"Yeah," Scott replied. "He's really nice. He's always been really cool to me... Come on." I followed Scott down the hall and up the curved wooden stairs to the second level. The house was pretty big, and really well furnished, so I guess they must have a lot of money, like maybe his parents were rich or something.
Upstairs, the wide hallway went off in both direction, but Scott knew right where he was going, obviously having been here many times before. You could look out over the railing to see the lower level, giving the house a really open feeling, and it made the place seem huge.
At the end of the hall, Scott opened the door to Daryl's bedroom and we went inside. He had some really cool stuff in here. Some typical teenage boy game consoles, a neat desk with a computer on it, and some comfortable furniture along the wall. The room was pretty big, and against the far wall was a queen sized bed, with mission style head and footboards made out of teak. There was also a door along the side wall that led into his own bathroom.
"Shit..." I breathed. "Wish I had a room like this."
"No doubt." Scott answered. "He's got everything in here. And I mean everything." Scott walked over to the queen bed, and sat on the edge of it, putting the towel underneath him so his wet swim shorts wouldn't get the bedspread wet.
He slid his hand underneath one of the pillows, and then the other one, then he smiled. "Bingo..." He said proudly. Pulling his hand back, he had several magazines clutched between his fingers.
"Cool..." He cooed, turning his head and smiling at me. I sat down alongside of him, my heart already beating firmly in my chest.
"Are those.... You know, more of those magazines?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Scott looked over at me and nodded, a little naughty gleam in his eyes.
It's funny, but my hands were trembling slightly. Not out of fear or anything, just sort of nervously excited, wondering what secrets might be past the covers of the magazines. Scott laid one of them across our thighs as we sat side by side on the bed.
He glanced over at me. "Ready..?" he breathed.
"Yeah..." I managed back, my voice a tight whisper with anticipation. Scott opened the first cover, and turned a page or two. There were pictures of three boys, fully clothed, but smiling toward the camera. All three were again about our age, twelve to thirteen, and they all looked kind of cute.
I figured they were like, English Schoolboys or something, because they were all wearing the same thing, a school-like uniform. Gray shorts over gray calf socks, with a button down shirt, and a dark sweater vest over the top, and all were wearing a red and white stripped school tie beneath the sweater. I'd seen pictures from England before, and the school kids all seemed to dress like this.
It was kind of hot actually, and I turned my head to nod approval at Scott. He turned to the next page, and it was some outdoor shots, of the three boys kicking a soccer ball around on a lush green lawn, in front of some old stone school buildings. There were several pages of causal pics similar to this, with the boys playing and just having fun, and then it started to get a bit more interesting.
The next page had the boys inside, in some sort of old gymnasium locker room. They all had their shoes and socks off now. One of the boys had his shirt off as well, with his trousers unbuttoned and unzipped, and his bare foot up on one of the benches. Another one of the boys was still wearing his shirt and tie, but his shorts were on the floor at his feet. You couldn't see anything though, cause the formal shirt tails hung down onto his thighs, showing his bare legs below it. The three boys were all smiling, and still looked to be having fun.
Scott and I glanced at each other again, and I licked my lips to wet them as he turned to the next page. Oh man, awesome.... Two of the boys were butt naked now, though they were mostly turned away from the camera. But you could see the tip of one boy's uncircumcised dick. The third boy was stripped except for his white cotton briefs, which he was just starting to pull down.
Making no effort to hide it, I reached under the magazine to pinch my boy part, which was already starting to stiffen uncomfortably beneath my damp swim shorts. Scott was doing the same thing, and we grinned sheepishly at each other as we did so.
I reached over and impatiently turned to the next page. Oh yeah, there it is... All three boys were naked now and had moved into the shower stalls. A couple of them were standing under two shower heads. The pictures were quite close up, and well lighted, and you could see everything in sharp detail. Two of the boys were facing the camera, with the water starting to stream over them. The other boy had his naked butt turned to the camera, it was a cute tight round bum, with a dimple on the side of his cheek.
Scott swallowed hard as we stared at the pictures. One of the boys had a really small patch of pubic hair just above his penis, on his pubic mound. Not much, just enough to look teasingly hot. His uncircumcised penis was about three inches long, and stuck strait out from his nude body, with his nuts dangling loosely below.
"Fuck..." I breathed aloud, as we continued to stare at the pictures. "Where does Daryl get magazines like these..." I questioned, somewhat rhetorically. Other than the magazines Scott had already showed me, I never even knew things like this existed.
They weren't at all like some exploitive porn magazine, they were truly professionally done. Studio quality, and despite the suggestive subject matter, the pictures were tastefully taken. Not posed, all natural, and very artistic in nature.
One of the other boy's penis was a little smaller, but he was also uncut. His balls were bigger, but clung a little more closely to his body. They were all so awesome. Where did they find three boys who would be willing to do this, being photographed nude, and be so open and clearly enjoying it as they did?
"Shit, they all have dicks like yours." Scott breathed, glancing at me. "That's so cool." Of course he was referring to the fact that I still had my foreskin as well, which he really seemed to be fascinated by.
Turning to the next page, we both smiled broadly. All three boys were under the shower head now, and one of them had his arms stretched out, shampooing one of the other boys soft colored hair. Damn it was so hot... They all glistened under the water, and in the bright light. The kid getting shampooed looked like he might have the beginnings of an erection, and Scott pointed to it and looked at me in awe.
We both took another moment to reach under the magazine and squeeze our respective boy poles, which were now both fully erect under our shorts. "Shit... I can't do it like this." Scott said in low tones.
He quickly set the magazine aside, and stood up to peel down his damp swim shorts. I was right behind him, and we were both stark naked in two seconds, both of us glancing at each other's full hard-on as we quickly scrambled back onto the edge of the bed and grabbed up the magazine again.
We quickly turned to the next page and ogled the three naked boys, each of them soaped up now, and washing one another. One of the boys, the one with the small patch of pubes, was almost fully boned up now, and it was so cool to see the stream of soapy water rolling seductively over his dick and nuts...
In the next picture, one of the boys was stooped over slightly, looking back over his shoulder, as the youngest looking blond boy had his soapy fingers partially between the other boy's butt cheeks, washing him there. "Holy fuck...." I whispered, as my fingers clutched and squeezed at my own throbbing boner.
Scott rolled his head back for a moment with his eyes closed, obviously feeling more than a bit excited. He motioned with his head toward the headboard, and then slid all the way up onto the bed, leaning his naked back up against wooden rail. I sidled up along side of him, our naked thighs tight against one another, and our young boners pointing up against our pubic mounds.
I looked at Scott and smiled, which he boyishly returned, and then we opened the magazine again to resume our inspection. Flipping to the next page, my mouth sagged open. Two of the British schoolboys were standing there, their naked bodies pretty much entwined with one another, arms holding on tightly as they were locked in an open mouthed, and passionate looking kiss.
"Fuckinghell...." Scott muttered throatily. The pictures had become a little more than suggestive. You could see both boys’ tongues pressed together in their wide open mouths. It was so hot... The third boy stood alongside them in an erotic pose, looking down, with one hand flat on his chest, and the other holding his own boy erection between his thumb and first two fingers.
I could feel my own dick twitch against me, and as I rubbed my palm over it, a generously thick, clear droplet of precum rolled from my pee slit. I looked over at Scott, and could tell he was as hyped up as I was. The next page had several very close up pictures of the two boys French kissing each other lustily. And a close up of the single boy's erection, which was pressed slightly against the thigh of one of the other boy’s. His foreskin was peeled back forming a snug collar around his shaft, and his bulbous glans was purple, and moist, and it made me so fucking excited that I started jerking off with reckless abandon.
It took Scott about two seconds to join me, and we sat tightly against one another, breathing heavily, and both of us jacking our tumescent boy tubes. It was all we could do to hold the magazine open to where we could see it... "Ohhh fuck...." I moaned loudly as my insides began to tingle.
Scott was doing the same thing, and we were both so worked up that he finally had to let the magazine drop onto the bed. We leaned against one another, our bodies so warm that we could feel each others heat and moist skin. "Mmmm, uhhhh..." Scott moaned aloud, our fingers flying on our young boy bones...
It was so excitingly hot. I wanted to look at more of the magazine, but the cute naked boy alongside of me was such a turn on that I couldn't handle anything more. We leaned our heads together, and we could each feel the others vigorous stroking motion. "Oh shiiiitttt....." I mumbled throatily.
Our heads turned a little as we looked at one another, the side of our foreheads pressing together. I glanced down at Scott’s red, wet lips, then back at his eyes. He did the same, and then without a word between us we each jockeyed our faces, timidly moving closer. Our cheeks rubbed, and Scott turned his head a bit more, till nearly bumping noses, we had managed to position our lips near one another. We shared a short, wet kiss. Then another, a bit longer.
Before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and my open lips slipped moistly over Scotts. Still masturbating wildly, our slightly parted lips locked into a hot tangle of a lustful boy kiss... We were almost recreating what we had seen in the magazine picture... I could feel Scott moan into my mouth, and I eagerly returned the favor as we exchanged fluids. "Uhhhhh, uhhhhh...." One of us moaned, our sweaty faces rubbing together in inexperienced passion...
I could feel myself charged up like nothing I'd know before, I was so worked up. Scott's free arm wrapped around behind me, holding me tightly, snuggling me to him, both of us moaning loudly now, as we sat side by side, locked in my first real kiss, our young torsos gleaming with perspiration as we masturbated feverously down below. Lustful images of the naked English Schoolboys raced through my mind, as I tugged and nibbled Scotts lower lip with my teeth.
"I'm.... I'm gonna cum." Scott mumbled hoarsely against my lips, barely breaking from our shared kiss. A deep, almost guttural sound languished in his throat.
"Shit... Me too." I panted, my breath coming in fiery spasms. And just like that I, he, we both exploded into ejaculation. I could feel the hot sticky spurts of immature boy spunk splatter on my upper body... Mine, his, ours, it didn't matter; there were multiple spits of the boy juice dribbling down my skin. Our kiss had faded away as we each held ourselves tightly against the another, our chests heaving, and boy fluids trapped between us...
The room was filled with the sound of strained breath. Both of us nearly wheezing as we struggled to refill our burning lungs. Still, my senses were heightened, and I could feel the body heat radiating from the naked boy beside me. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, nearly in sync with mine as we gained our breath, and senses.
We lay that way for several minutes as we recovered. And my thoughts raced, not believing what we had just done, and at the same time thinking how fantastic it had felt. I glanced over at Scott. His cute face still resting only inches away from mine. He smiled timidly and looked down, perhaps feeling a bit awkward about us kissing one another like that. For me, it was my first genuine, sexually motivated kiss.
"That was.... Amazing." I muttered, between breaths Scott looked up at me, a slow smile spreading his ruby colored lips.
"Yeah it was." He whispered hoarsely. His hand moved onto my upper thigh, and rested there. I don't think there was any doubt now, about what each of us had been thinking the last few days. I was really getting into this. This sexual physicality with another boy. And it was clear Scott was into it as well...
At that moment, I just wanted to lay there with Scott forever. The heat of his naked, moist skin was just so pleasantly indescribable... Being so young, it didn't take long to recharge, and I already wanted to look at the magazine some more, and see what other kind of wild trouble Scott and I could get into...
"We better get cleaned up and get out of here." Scott suggested reluctantly, and after another minute, we climbed off of Daryl's bed, leaving the bedspread disheveled and slightly damp from our boy sweat. I straitened it up a bit, so we didn't piss him off when he saw it. Then both Scott and I went into the adjoined bathroom. Scott turned on the shower and stepped inside, then reached out and grabbed my by the arm to pull me in with him.
We giggled boyishly, and let the cool water rinse us clean of sweat and the sticky boy honey that had splattered over both of us. We soaped up quickly. "Remember this...?" Scott asked, and I felt his soapy fingers push slightly into my butt crack, just like the picture of the boys in the magazine.
I grinned at Scott, remembering the pictures. "We aren't even halfway through the magazine..." I reminded him.
"I know." He replied. "We'll have to check the rest of it out later. Maybe we can, you know, find something else in there that we can do together." I grinned back at him and feeling quite happy, we finished rinsing off.
Out of the shower, we dried quickly and returned to Daryl's bedroom to slip back into our mostly dry swim suits. Scott grabbed up both magazines, and we headed back downstairs, and out onto the main deck to grab our tee shirts, which we had left on the recliners. Back through the house, we slipped on our shoes in the entryway and locked the front door behind us, before getting onto our bikes and heading up the gravel driveway; which crunched quietly beneath our bike tires.
"You think you can spend the night again?" Scott suggested with a naughty smile, as we rode down the street.
"Oh yeah, pretty sure I can." I replied, and we both grinned, knowing we had lot's of fun stuff ahead of us. Yeah, staying here on the island was proving to be the best thing that could have happened after all.
It was going to be a very interesting summer indeed. As we rode back toward my house, I started to wonder again about the older boy Daryl, and him giving Scott those magazines. And about him calling me 'cutie' like that... And about why he had that kind of magazines in the first place. I kind of figured the answers, but.... You never know. Maybe I'd find out before the summer was over. But in the mean time, I had other adventures on my mind.........
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End of Chapter Five / To be Continued
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* Recap End Of Chapter 4
Oh man... This all felt so wickedly intense. This whole puberty thing, and all the new feelings that went along with it, it was awesome... I thought back to the pictures of the naked boys in the magazine. They were our age. Twelve, maybe thirteen year old boys with erections, and cum, and sexually suggestive posses... Shiiiitttttttt..... I needed more of that.
I knew right then that I would find a way to somehow suggest it to Scott, today. I mean cripes, he had those magazines didn't he?! They were filled with erotic boy play pictures. And I knew he hadn't even shown me the best ones yet. There were others at the bottom of the pile, that he was still reluctant to show me.
He was obviously building up to something, wasn't he?! And he just didn't want to scare me off, if I wasn't into it. But I was, wasn't I. Much to my own surprise, I was very into it... If only either of us had the courage to come out and just say it... What else could it be?
Twelve year olds, in the grips of sexual awakening. We were a bundle of confused emotions and feelings. Shy, embarrassed, scared, horny as hell, and insanely curious. Yes. Sometime today I would figure a way to take our friendship to the next level.
Casually I wiped my face and hands with the bed sheet, cleaning up the wonderful mess I had made. I scootched back up the bed, and resting my head on the other pillow I pulled the sheet back over us.
I thought I would just lie there till Scott awakened, but, somehow I dozed off again, and slipped into a fantasy dream of my own...
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I woke again about an hour later to a gentle movement alongside of me. Scott had awoken, and was quietly slipping off the edge of the bed. I watched as he stood there a few feet away, stark naked and stooping over to retrieve his underwear from the floor.
He heard me as I propped my head up onto my arm to watch him, and he glanced back over his shoulder at me with a shy little smile on his face. I don't think he was embarrassed about being naked there, I think it's just a little awkward, suddenly seeing someone you've just jerked off with for the first time.
Slowly he stepped into his undies, and pulled them up his tanned legs and over the white rounded mounds of his butt. I smiled at him as he glanced over at me again. "That was pretty cool last night." I whispered in low tones. Scott grinned sheepishly and nodded.
"Come on." He whispered back. "Let’s sneak downstairs and get some breakfast or something." He bent over and grabbed up my white cotton briefs from the floor and tossed them at me with a grin.
Tossing the bedcover aside I swung my bare legs outward and over the side of the bed, standing up slowly to slip into my underwear. Scott glanced down at me briefly.
"Come on." He whispered again.
"Like this?" I questioned with some concern. "What if your mom's up?"
"Na.... She's a late sleeper. Besides, she sees me all the time in my undies."
"Yeah, well... She hasn't seen me in mine." I breathed.
"Shit..." Scott replied quietly. "Don't be such a douche. She wouldn't be interested, or surprised by your little bundle of boyhood." He grinned and punched me lightly on the shoulder.
"Owe, dickwad..." I retorted, a bit too loudly.
"Shhh.... Moron, or she will wake up." Scott grinned, as he opened the bedroom door and crept out into the hall. Shaking my head I hurriedly padded after him, and silently down the carpeted stairs toward the kitchen.
The house was dead quiet as we wandered across the living room and stepped barefoot across the cool tiled floor of the modern kitchen. Shuffling quietly to the fridge, we pulled open the door to rummage around for something tasty to eat. Two boys, clad only in our briefs, leaning into the refrigerator as the cold air streamed out of it, chilling our nearly naked bodies. I shivered as goose bumps prickled across my skin.
Scott reached in and pulled out a half gallon sized bottle of grape juice. He twisted open the cap and tilting it back he took several long swigs directly from it. Smacking his lips, he handed the bottle to me, which I put to my lips and took a long drink from it as well...
My mom would have had a cow if she saw us doing that, of course. Drinking right out of the bottle, as if we were the only ones who might use it. But boys will be boys, and drinking out of the same container, or even sucking on the same sucker really isn't a big deal among your friends. It's just the way it's done.
There was a small plate on the rack, with several pieces left over pizza from the night before, and we quickly snatched them up, leaving the empty plate in the fridge. Cold pizza for breakfast... Oh yeah, it's the best dude, it's the best.
Closing the door, we snagged several bananas off the kitchen counter, and turned to head back to Scott's bedroom. Standing there staring at us was Scott's eight year old little sister. I blushed slightly, since I was still standing there in my underwear. It just felt weird, because I didn't even really know her at all.
Without thinking, I lowered my food laden hands in front of myself to loosely cover my boy bulge. "You wish..." Scott whispered in low tones, and then started giggling. I glanced down to see that I was holding the banana in front of my junk, and it was pointed outward and up a little, like a stiffy. I surely colored in embarrassment. I hadn't meant to do that, I was just covering myself up.
I was relieved however, when Scott's little sister only giggled slightly as well. In response, I reached out with the banana and poked Scott in the rear end with it, as we quickly headed out of the kitchen, and giggling we darted back up the stairs to his room.
Closing the door behind us, we sat on the edge of his bed and chowed down on our pizza slices. When I had finished my piece, I once again grabbed up the banana and peeled it down, then playfully wiggled it if front of my groin. We both laughed, and then Scott leaned down and boldly put his lips over the end of the banana, playfully bobbing up and down on it a few times.
When he pulled off of it, he sat up and looked over at me with a wicked little grin. He then peeled his own banana and copied me by holding it against the front of his briefs, and wiggling it slightly.
With a laugh, and boyish playfulness, I dutifully leaned over and gave it a little lick, then put my mouth over it, and slid it in and out a few times. We both laughed, but when we looked in each others eyes it was almost like there was some unanswered question there, both of us flirting with an idea that neither of us was willing to vocalize.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, we ate the bananas, glancing furtively at one another as we did so. I don't know what Scott was thinking about then, but I was thinking about the nasty magazines he had hidden in the cubby hole. I wondered if the ones he hadn't shown me yet might have pictures of boys doing stuff like that. You know, like sexual things to one another. And I wondered if Scott's little banana sucking bit, was just boys messing around like we do, or actually a test to see how I'd react.
Neither of us had the guts to say anything more about it, so after we finished our snacks we decided to get dressed and head outside to look for something to do. The moment had slipped past, and who knows where it might have led.
Grabbing up our bikes, we started riding down the road back toward the lake. It was already more than warm out, as this beautiful stretch of hot summer days continued, and we talked about maybe floating out on the water and swimming for awhile.
"Got any inner tubes, or anything?" I asked of Scott.
"We can probably find some." He replied, "But I have a better idea. Let's stop by Daryl's house first." Daryl was the older boy who lived in the house on the lake. The one who owned the dock that we had swum from the other day.
It only took a few minutes to get there, and finally we pulled our bikes down the long gravel driveway. We dropped the bikes near the porch and knocked on the front door of the large house overlooking the lake.
A moment later the panel swung open, and the older boy, Daryl, stood there wearing nothing but a pair of sport shorts, as he greeted us. "Hey guys..." He said, with a cheery grin.
"Hey Daryl." Scott answered, and bumped knuckles in greeting. Daryl looked over at me and nodded.
"Hi..." He offered warmly, remembering me from the other day. "Come on in guys." He stepped back into the entryway and Scott and I went inside. "Shoes..." Daryl pointed, indicating we should slip ours off there in the entry.
"Wow, cool house..." I said, looking around at the high, cedar beamed ceilings, and the nice furnishings."
"Thanks man..." Daryl replied, as he moved through the living room toward the huge windowed frontage on the lake side of the house. We followed him out of the open sliding glass doors and onto the large wooden deck that spanned the back side of the house.
"You guys want something to drink?" Daryl offered, as he opened a large cooler next to several reclining deck chairs. He pulled out a sparkling soda water for himself, and Scott and I dipped our hands into the icy cold water and each grabbed a soft drink of our own.
Daryl plopped onto one of the chairs and motioned for us to do the same. "Take your shirts off, get some sun if you want." He offered. Both Scott and I shed our shirts and lay back on the comfy lounge chairs; the warm early sun washing over our already buttery tanned bodies.
I took a sip of my soda, and glanced over at the shirtless fifteen year old, reclining only a few feet away. He looked pretty strong. He was lean and tanned, and obviously a very fit teenager. His stomach was flat, and showed a nice six pack of developed abs. I glanced down at my own bare tummy, rubbing it in comparison. Not anywhere near as defined as his, but hey, I'm only twelve after all. Still, mine was flat and lean.
"Don't worry, it'll get there." Daryl mentioned. Shit, how did he know I was comparing myself, was I that obvious? "You look good bro, don't worry about it." He added. I was feeling kind of embarrassed now. Daryl only smiled and took a long drink of his water.
"So..." Scott spoke out, "You got any more of those magazines that you want to get rid of?" He questioned. Daryl glanced over at me, then back at Scott. "It's alright, he's cool with it." Scott defended.
Daryl was pensive for a moment as he glanced at me again, but then he smiled and told Scott he might have one or two more he'd be willing to part with. We sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of the sun.
"Hey I was wondering if we could borrow your paddle boards?" Scott suggested. "You know, just to float out on the lake and stuff."
"Sure Scott, anytime... You don't even have to ask, you know that. My parents are practically never here, and I'm in and out all the time, so yeah... Just come by whenever you want and just grab them, or take the kayaks out if you want!"
"That's really cool..." I replied, offering Daryl a big grin. "Thanks..."
"No problem cutie." Daryl answered... And he hopped up from the recliner. "Come on guys."
Wait... Did I hear him right, I wondered? What did he mean by that? Did he just call me 'cutie', or, or maybe I didn't hear him right. Scott had hopped up by that time as well, and I followed. We plodded down the steps to the back yard, and the open area under the deck. There was a slab of concrete there with more deck chairs, and against the house were several kayaks and other water toys.
There were two surf boards, or, paddle boards as they call them now, and Daryl pulled them off the rack for us, and we each took one. He grabbed several paddles, and then he grabbed the front end of one of the blue kayaks, and we started walking across the lawn towards the lake.
There was a nice stone landscape wall at the edge, and we lowered the paddle boards down into the water. I took the back end of the kayak and helped Daryl set it down into the water. "Thanks." he grinned.
I smiled back and stepped into the lake, holding onto one of the paddle boards. "I've never really done this." I told them.
"It's easy man." Scott answered. ''Just crawl onto the board, and get up onto your knees. Then you can kinda hop up like this..." He demonstrated, "And just keep your weight centered." He lowered one end of the paddle into the water and stroked a time or two, gliding out onto the smooth surface of the lake. "Easy peasey..." He called back at me.
Daryl had climbed into the kayak, and he pushed out just a little to float alongside me in the water. Standing knee deep, I clambered up onto the board, hanging onto one of the paddles. Lying across the board on my belly, I took a few swim strokes to get it moving. The board was surprisingly stable, and quite agile as well.
I gained my knees, then stepped hesitantly onto one foot, and then stood up on the board, keeping my weight toward the center. Daryl reached out and put his hand on my calf, supporting me until I had my balance, and even after that, I think... It only took a few minutes to get it figured out, and soon Scott and I were paddling side by side as we stood on the boards. Daryl paddled out a ways in front of us in the kayak, but frequently circled bach alongside us.
We cruised well out onto the lake, quite often splashing each other, and making runs at one another, trying to knock the other guy off his board, which happened many times. It was fun though. The hot sun was baking down on our nearly naked bods, and it was quite refreshing to take a big tumble and splash into the refreshingly cool water.
I couldn't help but watch Scott from time to time. His wet boy body, and clingy wet swim shorts were quite intriguing to me. He really was girlishly cute I thought, and his long blond hair looked awesome when the water rolled down it, the streams flowing and sparkling wetly over his bronzed skin. Shudder...
Had I been aware, I might have noticed that Daryl was pretty much doing the same thing with me the whole time. He'd watch, unknown to me, ogling my nearly naked body somewhat. I caught him a time or two, but we just exchanged innocent smiles. I didn't really know what he was thinking, or if I was just imagining his attention. Maybe he was just enjoying the group of us, splashing and playing in the water. Or maybe he had other thoughts, I just didn't know...
After an hour and a half of floating and playful water fights, Daryl said he had to get back, because he had things to do. He told us to just leave the paddleboards under the deck when we were done, and he said he'd leave the sliding glass door unlocked, if we wanted to go in for something to eat, or to take a shower if we wanted to. He gave me a look when he had said that, but it really didn't register with me.
"Hey..." Scott called after him, as he started to paddle the kayak away from us. "What about those, um, magazines?" He questioned. Daryl grinned impishly.
"I'll leave a couple of them under the pillow in my bedroom." He answered. "You can have those two for now." He grinned mischievously at us, and paddled off across the lake toward his house.
Scott an I sat astride our boards, like surfer boys, waiting for the next wave. But we just floated there, talking about all kinds of stuff while the early afternoon sun further bronzed our shoulders. It was just one of those lazy summer days. You know, the ones you think back on when you're older, and wish you were still back in the good old days.
I sat cross legged on top of my board and looked at Scott, who was now lying on his back atop his board as we floated there. I couldn't help but look at his boy bulge. The wet fabric of his shorts sticking and clinging wetly to him, and forming that unmistakable boy mound.
I thought back to this morning, the whole banana innuendo thing. And then further back to last night, when we had jerked off together, using naked boy pictures to excite us. I still liked girls, at least I think I do. But it was clear to me that this infatuation with Scott, and with those magazines was more than just puberty rattling my boy parts.
The thought of boy on boy stuff seemed kind of hot to me. I started to wonder what magazines Daryl would leave under his pillow for Scott. And, I started to wonder why Daryl had those kinds of magazines in the first place.
Maybe he was gay... I mean, he did touch my leg for an extended time. And, he had called me cutie, hadn't he?! And... Well, if he was gay, well, it didn't really matter to me one way or the other.
Just as I was lost in all these thoughts, Scott suddenly reached out and tipped my paddle board to the side, spilling me off into the water. He was laughing at me as I sputtered to the surface; so swimming under water, I swam up beneath his board and rolled it, tipping him off of it and into the water alongside of me.
We laughed, and splashed at each other for a long while. And each time one of us tried to scramble back up on top of one of the paddle boards, the other would grab hold of him and pull him back. Or grab hold of his shorts and try to pull them down. I managed to drop his shorts down around his knees, but he scrambled up on his board anyway, and lay there on his stomach laughing, his untanned and naked butt cheeks shining wetly in the bright sun.
Laughing, I pulled myself up onto his board as well, and lying with my chest just across his lower legs, I stared ahead at his wonderfully bare ass. His nut sac sagged loosely between his open legs and rested loosely on the board... Shit, it was an awesome position to find myself in. I reached forward and playfully stuck my finger slightly into his butt crack.
"Hey..." he screamed, in mock indignation. But he raised his hips, wiggling them a little, teasing me as his cheeks spread slightly, and his dick and balls dangled loosely below him. He wiggled his butt again, and grinned back at me. "Bet you wish you still had that banana now, don't you..." He laughed.
"Oh I still have a banana." I laughed, and reaching forward between his legs I grabbed onto his dangling boy tube and gave it a gentle squeeze. Whoa....... I mean whoa......
Uncharted territory here. I don't know what emboldened me to do that. But there we were just having fun, and once again I of got caught up in the moment. Shit. That was another first for me. Well, except for when I touched his dick with my fingertip while he was sleeping the night before.
But he was awake now wasn't he... If I'd gone too far, there was no taking it back now... But Scott turned his head back with a big grin, and with me still stupidly half holding onto his boy part, he humped his hips up and down onto my hand a couple of times. Feeling a little embarrassed, and not knowing what else to do, I let him go, and rolled off the board into the water.
I swam the few yards over to the other paddle board and crawled back up on top of it. Embarrassed by what I'd done, but still feeling awesome about it, I glanced over at Scott.
"What did you let go for..." He grinned impishly, "I was just starting to enjoy it." Whew... I was relieved. He seemed to be more than ok with it, and the worry about having made a mistake was now gone. We splashed at each other for awhile longer, and then lying on our boards, we paddled back toward Daryl's house across the lake.
When we finally reached the edge of the lake, Scott hopped up onto the landscaped wall, and I hoisted first one of the boards, then the other up to him. We carried them, and the paddles back across the lawn, and put them away on the rack beneath the deck.
"Come on..." Scott directed, and we hurried up the wooden steps onto the deck above. Daryl had laid out a couple of towels for us on one of the deck tables, which was really thoughtful of him actually, and we stood for a moment and dried ourselves off.
When we'd finished, Scott slid the unlocked sliding glass door open. "Hey..." He called inside. "Daryl are you here man..." There was no answer, so we knew he'd gone off to do whatever he'd had plans for.
Stepping inside we walked past the kitchen. There was a note on the counter, telling us to grab something to munch on if we wanted. He'd left some chips and a few other goodies out on the counter with the note. It also said his parents wouldn't be back on the island until the last ferry , which was still many hours away. So he said if we wanted to clean up or whatever, we could use the shower upstairs.
"Wow, he's kinda cool isn't he?" I remarked. More of an observation than a question.
"Yeah," Scott replied. "He's really nice. He's always been really cool to me... Come on." I followed Scott down the hall and up the curved wooden stairs to the second level. The house was pretty big, and really well furnished, so I guess they must have a lot of money, like maybe his parents were rich or something.
Upstairs, the wide hallway went off in both direction, but Scott knew right where he was going, obviously having been here many times before. You could look out over the railing to see the lower level, giving the house a really open feeling, and it made the place seem huge.
At the end of the hall, Scott opened the door to Daryl's bedroom and we went inside. He had some really cool stuff in here. Some typical teenage boy game consoles, a neat desk with a computer on it, and some comfortable furniture along the wall. The room was pretty big, and against the far wall was a queen sized bed, with mission style head and footboards made out of teak. There was also a door along the side wall that led into his own bathroom.
"Shit..." I breathed. "Wish I had a room like this."
"No doubt." Scott answered. "He's got everything in here. And I mean everything." Scott walked over to the queen bed, and sat on the edge of it, putting the towel underneath him so his wet swim shorts wouldn't get the bedspread wet.
He slid his hand underneath one of the pillows, and then the other one, then he smiled. "Bingo..." He said proudly. Pulling his hand back, he had several magazines clutched between his fingers.
"Cool..." He cooed, turning his head and smiling at me. I sat down alongside of him, my heart already beating firmly in my chest.
"Are those.... You know, more of those magazines?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Scott looked over at me and nodded, a little naughty gleam in his eyes.
It's funny, but my hands were trembling slightly. Not out of fear or anything, just sort of nervously excited, wondering what secrets might be past the covers of the magazines. Scott laid one of them across our thighs as we sat side by side on the bed.
He glanced over at me. "Ready..?" he breathed.
"Yeah..." I managed back, my voice a tight whisper with anticipation. Scott opened the first cover, and turned a page or two. There were pictures of three boys, fully clothed, but smiling toward the camera. All three were again about our age, twelve to thirteen, and they all looked kind of cute.
I figured they were like, English Schoolboys or something, because they were all wearing the same thing, a school-like uniform. Gray shorts over gray calf socks, with a button down shirt, and a dark sweater vest over the top, and all were wearing a red and white stripped school tie beneath the sweater. I'd seen pictures from England before, and the school kids all seemed to dress like this.
It was kind of hot actually, and I turned my head to nod approval at Scott. He turned to the next page, and it was some outdoor shots, of the three boys kicking a soccer ball around on a lush green lawn, in front of some old stone school buildings. There were several pages of causal pics similar to this, with the boys playing and just having fun, and then it started to get a bit more interesting.
The next page had the boys inside, in some sort of old gymnasium locker room. They all had their shoes and socks off now. One of the boys had his shirt off as well, with his trousers unbuttoned and unzipped, and his bare foot up on one of the benches. Another one of the boys was still wearing his shirt and tie, but his shorts were on the floor at his feet. You couldn't see anything though, cause the formal shirt tails hung down onto his thighs, showing his bare legs below it. The three boys were all smiling, and still looked to be having fun.
Scott and I glanced at each other again, and I licked my lips to wet them as he turned to the next page. Oh man, awesome.... Two of the boys were butt naked now, though they were mostly turned away from the camera. But you could see the tip of one boy's uncircumcised dick. The third boy was stripped except for his white cotton briefs, which he was just starting to pull down.
Making no effort to hide it, I reached under the magazine to pinch my boy part, which was already starting to stiffen uncomfortably beneath my damp swim shorts. Scott was doing the same thing, and we grinned sheepishly at each other as we did so.
I reached over and impatiently turned to the next page. Oh yeah, there it is... All three boys were naked now and had moved into the shower stalls. A couple of them were standing under two shower heads. The pictures were quite close up, and well lighted, and you could see everything in sharp detail. Two of the boys were facing the camera, with the water starting to stream over them. The other boy had his naked butt turned to the camera, it was a cute tight round bum, with a dimple on the side of his cheek.
Scott swallowed hard as we stared at the pictures. One of the boys had a really small patch of pubic hair just above his penis, on his pubic mound. Not much, just enough to look teasingly hot. His uncircumcised penis was about three inches long, and stuck strait out from his nude body, with his nuts dangling loosely below.
"Fuck..." I breathed aloud, as we continued to stare at the pictures. "Where does Daryl get magazines like these..." I questioned, somewhat rhetorically. Other than the magazines Scott had already showed me, I never even knew things like this existed.
They weren't at all like some exploitive porn magazine, they were truly professionally done. Studio quality, and despite the suggestive subject matter, the pictures were tastefully taken. Not posed, all natural, and very artistic in nature.
One of the other boy's penis was a little smaller, but he was also uncut. His balls were bigger, but clung a little more closely to his body. They were all so awesome. Where did they find three boys who would be willing to do this, being photographed nude, and be so open and clearly enjoying it as they did?
"Shit, they all have dicks like yours." Scott breathed, glancing at me. "That's so cool." Of course he was referring to the fact that I still had my foreskin as well, which he really seemed to be fascinated by.
Turning to the next page, we both smiled broadly. All three boys were under the shower head now, and one of them had his arms stretched out, shampooing one of the other boys soft colored hair. Damn it was so hot... They all glistened under the water, and in the bright light. The kid getting shampooed looked like he might have the beginnings of an erection, and Scott pointed to it and looked at me in awe.
We both took another moment to reach under the magazine and squeeze our respective boy poles, which were now both fully erect under our shorts. "Shit... I can't do it like this." Scott said in low tones.
He quickly set the magazine aside, and stood up to peel down his damp swim shorts. I was right behind him, and we were both stark naked in two seconds, both of us glancing at each other's full hard-on as we quickly scrambled back onto the edge of the bed and grabbed up the magazine again.
We quickly turned to the next page and ogled the three naked boys, each of them soaped up now, and washing one another. One of the boys, the one with the small patch of pubes, was almost fully boned up now, and it was so cool to see the stream of soapy water rolling seductively over his dick and nuts...
In the next picture, one of the boys was stooped over slightly, looking back over his shoulder, as the youngest looking blond boy had his soapy fingers partially between the other boy's butt cheeks, washing him there. "Holy fuck...." I whispered, as my fingers clutched and squeezed at my own throbbing boner.
Scott rolled his head back for a moment with his eyes closed, obviously feeling more than a bit excited. He motioned with his head toward the headboard, and then slid all the way up onto the bed, leaning his naked back up against wooden rail. I sidled up along side of him, our naked thighs tight against one another, and our young boners pointing up against our pubic mounds.
I looked at Scott and smiled, which he boyishly returned, and then we opened the magazine again to resume our inspection. Flipping to the next page, my mouth sagged open. Two of the British schoolboys were standing there, their naked bodies pretty much entwined with one another, arms holding on tightly as they were locked in an open mouthed, and passionate looking kiss.
"Fuckinghell...." Scott muttered throatily. The pictures had become a little more than suggestive. You could see both boys’ tongues pressed together in their wide open mouths. It was so hot... The third boy stood alongside them in an erotic pose, looking down, with one hand flat on his chest, and the other holding his own boy erection between his thumb and first two fingers.
I could feel my own dick twitch against me, and as I rubbed my palm over it, a generously thick, clear droplet of precum rolled from my pee slit. I looked over at Scott, and could tell he was as hyped up as I was. The next page had several very close up pictures of the two boys French kissing each other lustily. And a close up of the single boy's erection, which was pressed slightly against the thigh of one of the other boy’s. His foreskin was peeled back forming a snug collar around his shaft, and his bulbous glans was purple, and moist, and it made me so fucking excited that I started jerking off with reckless abandon.
It took Scott about two seconds to join me, and we sat tightly against one another, breathing heavily, and both of us jacking our tumescent boy tubes. It was all we could do to hold the magazine open to where we could see it... "Ohhh fuck...." I moaned loudly as my insides began to tingle.
Scott was doing the same thing, and we were both so worked up that he finally had to let the magazine drop onto the bed. We leaned against one another, our bodies so warm that we could feel each others heat and moist skin. "Mmmm, uhhhh..." Scott moaned aloud, our fingers flying on our young boy bones...
It was so excitingly hot. I wanted to look at more of the magazine, but the cute naked boy alongside of me was such a turn on that I couldn't handle anything more. We leaned our heads together, and we could each feel the others vigorous stroking motion. "Oh shiiiitttt....." I mumbled throatily.
Our heads turned a little as we looked at one another, the side of our foreheads pressing together. I glanced down at Scott’s red, wet lips, then back at his eyes. He did the same, and then without a word between us we each jockeyed our faces, timidly moving closer. Our cheeks rubbed, and Scott turned his head a bit more, till nearly bumping noses, we had managed to position our lips near one another. We shared a short, wet kiss. Then another, a bit longer.
Before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and my open lips slipped moistly over Scotts. Still masturbating wildly, our slightly parted lips locked into a hot tangle of a lustful boy kiss... We were almost recreating what we had seen in the magazine picture... I could feel Scott moan into my mouth, and I eagerly returned the favor as we exchanged fluids. "Uhhhhh, uhhhhh...." One of us moaned, our sweaty faces rubbing together in inexperienced passion...
I could feel myself charged up like nothing I'd know before, I was so worked up. Scott's free arm wrapped around behind me, holding me tightly, snuggling me to him, both of us moaning loudly now, as we sat side by side, locked in my first real kiss, our young torsos gleaming with perspiration as we masturbated feverously down below. Lustful images of the naked English Schoolboys raced through my mind, as I tugged and nibbled Scotts lower lip with my teeth.
"I'm.... I'm gonna cum." Scott mumbled hoarsely against my lips, barely breaking from our shared kiss. A deep, almost guttural sound languished in his throat.
"Shit... Me too." I panted, my breath coming in fiery spasms. And just like that I, he, we both exploded into ejaculation. I could feel the hot sticky spurts of immature boy spunk splatter on my upper body... Mine, his, ours, it didn't matter; there were multiple spits of the boy juice dribbling down my skin. Our kiss had faded away as we each held ourselves tightly against the another, our chests heaving, and boy fluids trapped between us...
The room was filled with the sound of strained breath. Both of us nearly wheezing as we struggled to refill our burning lungs. Still, my senses were heightened, and I could feel the body heat radiating from the naked boy beside me. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, nearly in sync with mine as we gained our breath, and senses.
We lay that way for several minutes as we recovered. And my thoughts raced, not believing what we had just done, and at the same time thinking how fantastic it had felt. I glanced over at Scott. His cute face still resting only inches away from mine. He smiled timidly and looked down, perhaps feeling a bit awkward about us kissing one another like that. For me, it was my first genuine, sexually motivated kiss.
"That was.... Amazing." I muttered, between breaths Scott looked up at me, a slow smile spreading his ruby colored lips.
"Yeah it was." He whispered hoarsely. His hand moved onto my upper thigh, and rested there. I don't think there was any doubt now, about what each of us had been thinking the last few days. I was really getting into this. This sexual physicality with another boy. And it was clear Scott was into it as well...
At that moment, I just wanted to lay there with Scott forever. The heat of his naked, moist skin was just so pleasantly indescribable... Being so young, it didn't take long to recharge, and I already wanted to look at the magazine some more, and see what other kind of wild trouble Scott and I could get into...
"We better get cleaned up and get out of here." Scott suggested reluctantly, and after another minute, we climbed off of Daryl's bed, leaving the bedspread disheveled and slightly damp from our boy sweat. I straitened it up a bit, so we didn't piss him off when he saw it. Then both Scott and I went into the adjoined bathroom. Scott turned on the shower and stepped inside, then reached out and grabbed my by the arm to pull me in with him.
We giggled boyishly, and let the cool water rinse us clean of sweat and the sticky boy honey that had splattered over both of us. We soaped up quickly. "Remember this...?" Scott asked, and I felt his soapy fingers push slightly into my butt crack, just like the picture of the boys in the magazine.
I grinned at Scott, remembering the pictures. "We aren't even halfway through the magazine..." I reminded him.
"I know." He replied. "We'll have to check the rest of it out later. Maybe we can, you know, find something else in there that we can do together." I grinned back at him and feeling quite happy, we finished rinsing off.
Out of the shower, we dried quickly and returned to Daryl's bedroom to slip back into our mostly dry swim suits. Scott grabbed up both magazines, and we headed back downstairs, and out onto the main deck to grab our tee shirts, which we had left on the recliners. Back through the house, we slipped on our shoes in the entryway and locked the front door behind us, before getting onto our bikes and heading up the gravel driveway; which crunched quietly beneath our bike tires.
"You think you can spend the night again?" Scott suggested with a naughty smile, as we rode down the street.
"Oh yeah, pretty sure I can." I replied, and we both grinned, knowing we had lot's of fun stuff ahead of us. Yeah, staying here on the island was proving to be the best thing that could have happened after all.
It was going to be a very interesting summer indeed. As we rode back toward my house, I started to wonder again about the older boy Daryl, and him giving Scott those magazines. And about him calling me 'cutie' like that... And about why he had that kind of magazines in the first place. I kind of figured the answers, but.... You never know. Maybe I'd find out before the summer was over. But in the mean time, I had other adventures on my mind.........
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End of Chapter Five / To be Continued
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