Summer of Discoveries
Chapter 12
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 11
We decided to hop under the shower head for a minute, and rinse the sweat, and any other strange stuff that might still be on us. Soaping up, we kind of washed each other. Not playing sexually, just helping each other out. Ayden raised his leg, and we thoroughly washed around his butthole.
Finally we stepped out, and climbed into our wet underpants and shorts, and using a towel we did dry ourselves off this time, before walking back through the house and out onto the back deck.
"That was so cool..." Ayden repeated, as we walked down the steps and across the grassy back yard.
"I know, right." I replied with a huge grin. I was thinking about how it felt to have my dick inside of him, and I wondered if Scott would want to do that as well.
"Can we do it again?" Ayden asked hopefully. "And, you know, maybe even some other stuff..." He looked quizzically at me. I just smiled at him, remembering how shy and timid he had been just a few days earlier.
"You're a horny little pecker aren't you." I teased, and he laughed at me. "Yeah... We can do it again." I agreed. Shit, I wanted to do it as much as he did. We walked across the yard, and up onto the dock again and picked up our shirts and shoes, then went back and got on our bikes to ride back up the leafy driveway.
I watched Ayden as he stood on his pegs and pedaled slowly there in front of me. Looking at his cute little ass cheeks move up and down with each peddle stroke, I could only smile. My dick was up inside that, I thought wildly. I never saw that one coming....
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First thing the next morning my mom called up to me from downstairs, letting me know that breakfast was almost ready. I was just about to head down, when my cell phone rang. Scott was calling; he was back on the island after spending all of the previous day on the mainland at their family home there.
I was excited when I saw his name pop up on my screen. A lot had happened in the day and a half that he was gone. I'd had some wild new experiences with both Daryl, the sixteen year old, and, yesterday with Ayden the eleven year old.
Both experiences had been awesome, and I couldn't wait to share them with my friend Scott. "Hey, you're back..." I extolled, anxiously answering the call.
"Yeah. We ended up staying an extra day, which kinda sucked. I had to help my dad with yard work and stuff the whole time."
"I feel for ya dude..." I replied knowingly.
"Thanks man. So, what did you end up doing while I was gone?" Scott asked.
"Oh man..." I breathed, closing my bedroom door so my mom wouldn't overhear. "I went over to Daryl's house, and we swam a little. And then we went skinny dipping in his hot tub." I told Scott in hushed tones.
"Really? I did that with him one time too. Did he... Well, did he give you a massage afterwards?" Scott questioned. I was a little surprised, but then again, not really.
I walked over to my bed and hopped up on top of it, continuing my private conversation with Scott. "Yeah he did..." I whispered. "He ended up kinda' jacking me off."
"Yeah, me too." Scott answered excitedly. "So did you, you know, did you do him afterwards?"
"No..." I shook my head absently. "He told me maybe some other time. What about you?" Did you jerk him off afterwards?"
"Huh-uh. His parents were about to come home, so we had to quit before I could. He told me 'another time', as well..." Scott replied. Just then I heard my mom call up to me again from downstairs, regarding breakfast.
"Listen, I gotta' go Scott. Come on over okay, I have more to tell you."
"Okay. See ya in a bit..." Scott replied. I hung up my cell phone and hopped off the bed, heading downstairs for breakfast with my mom.
About twenty minutes later Scott knocked at the front door, and I quickly let him in. We hurried upstairs to my bedroom; with hushed secrets to share. Kicking out of his trainers, he hopped up onto the bed and looked at me with curious eyes.
"So... What else?" He prompted urgently. Making sure my door was shut securely, I quickly moved to sit cross-legged on the bed near Scott.
"So, yesterday I also met up with Ayden." I began. Scott's eyebrows raised with curious anticipation. "We kinda messed around a little."
"No way! Shy little Ayden?" Scott responded incredulously. "I don't believe it..."
"Seriously dude. Remember when we all left the lake, after skinny dipping a couple days ago? Well, Ayden thanked me for being nice to him and stuff. Then he asked if I could maybe teach him some, you know, some things about puberty and stuff."
"Like... Jacking off?" Scott prompted. I nodded eagerly and Scott shook his head and smiled coyly.
"Yeah, he came over and I kinda showed him how to do it, and stuff." I continued.
"And stuff?" Scott smiled wickedly. "What stuff Nathan? Come on, spill it..."
"Well... He'd never kissed anyone, so I taught him about Frenching and stuff." Scott smiled slightly again. "And..." I hesitated.
"There's more? Come on Nathan, what else did you guys do?" I looked at Scott, wondering if I should tell him everything Ayden and I had done. He was so cute, just sitting there looking expectantly at me like that; I couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay... So, we went swimming after that, out on Daryl's dock to cool off a little. We swam around some, and then we went over to Daryl's house. He was just leaving, but Ayden and I went inside and we kinda' skinny dipped in the hot-tub.
"Oh you dog." Scott grinned. "I suppose you gave him a naked body rub then..."
"No. Better than that..." I said teasingly. "We went up to Daryl's bedroom and messed around on his bed."
"Blow jobs?" Scott guessed with a knowing nod, which made me laugh again.
"Yeah, and we sort'a played with each other's bung hole a little bit." Scott's eye's opened wide with surprise.
"Whoa, seriously?" Scott wondered aloud. "Was it like, weird or nasty, or anything?"
"Nu-uh... It was just like those boys did in the magazine. It was kinda cool actually. And then, Ayden sat on my dick, and it kinda went up inside him." I mentioned, a bit awkwardly.
"What?" Scott looked stunned. "You mean he... You were, like screwing him?" Scott asked quietly. There seemed to be a hint of jealously in his tone. "But I... I wanted to do that with you." He whispered, more to himself than to me.
"No Scott, it wasn't like that exactly. I didn't really do much, you know. He did everything, just rocking back and forth until I came... You're not mad at me are you?"
"Na... It’s okay. I was just wanting you and me to do that first." Scott said.
"Really?" I questioned, mildly surprised. "I wasn't sure if you'd even want to. But... I really wanna' do that stuff with you, if you do." Scott looked at me, then smiled impishly.
"Well duh..."
With that, we quickly made plans. Scott reminded me about how he liked to hike up the beach, and then camp there overnight. He suggested we should do that. Hike up a ways to 'his' secluded spot, and camp overnight. It sounded like fun, and it would be totally private, so we could mess around all we wanted to. Plan made!
I cleared it with my mom first. Scott convinced her that he camped up there all the time, and that it was like totally safe. We were on an island after all. It’s not like you could get lost, or have anyone bother you or anything. Scott and I gathered a few things, like a flashlight, some extra shorts, a few goodies and such. I stuffed those things into my small knapsack, and then we headed over to Scott's house.
He gathered up a few necessary things as well, including a couple of his secret naughty magazines, and a small lantern; all of which he stuck down into his day pack. We grabbed a few more snack things from the kitchen, and went out to the garage. Scott grabbed two small stuff bags from a cabinet.
"These are great." He showed me. They were really nice, compact sleeping bags. They stuffed into small stuff bags about the size of an NFL football. "One for you, and one for me." He grinned. "And they zip together if we want..." He smiled mischievously, and raised his eyebrows quickly several times.
With everything gathered up, we hopped on our bikes and set off down the road. We had decided to ride up to the general store first, and buy some beef jerky, and a few other tasty treats to munch on.
The weather was beautiful as we rode our bikes back to the beach road, and down the long, slow hill toward the water. The gravel road ended just short of the beach, and the small island boat launch area which was seldom used.
Scott and I pulled up to the launch, and sat on our bikes for a minute or two, gazing out over the glistening water of the Puget Sound. It was really a beautiful sight, and a warm breeze ruffled through our hair as we sat, enjoying the feel of sunshine on our faces.
Finally we got off the bikes, and pulled them off to the side of the small parking area, hiding them off in the bushes. Likely no one would mess with them anyway, but hey, you never know.
With the bikes tucked safely away, Scott and I walked out onto the beach, our small day packs slung over our shoulders; and both of us were wearing light board shorts and tank tops, simply enjoying the warmth of the day. "This is gonna be fun..." Scott remarked.
"No doubt." I agreed, as we started our trek up the shoreline. We had both picked up long sticks within a few minutes, and even now we stopped for a brief stick-sword fight, as we made our way playfully along the shore.
Boys are boys... That's one of the great things about being twelve. Any stick can be a sword, a bat, or a machine gun. Any rock can be thrown, or stacked, or skipped across the water. We took our time as we continued on our way.
Climbing boulders, balancing on long downed trees, as if they were tight ropes, hundreds of feet in the air. We stopped for water, when we came across a little stream running from the highlands and emptying at the shore. Scott and I spent several long minutes building a small rock damn, trying to start a freshwater pool for any small sea creatures which may have been stranded by the low tide.
Under some of the rocks we moved, tiny little crabs skittered away in flight. We'd capture them, occasionally tossing one at each other. Laughing happily, as only carefree boys can do. It was a hoot.
We stopped to take a pee, walking up near the tree line at the base of the cliffs. We stood there emptying our bladders, and I glanced at Scott standing right there alongside of me. I remembered back a week or so ago, to the first time we had done this. New friends, cementing our friendship by peeing side by side together for the first time.
Those first innocent glances, when you kinda check out your buddie’s wiener. Sharing this perfectly natural need to relieve yourself. And, that first intimate look at one another's privates; which bonds you forever into the secret boy club of friendship...
Scott waggled his dick around just like he had the first time, playfully spraying his urine stream this way and that. We laughed and turned toward each other, dueling our piss streams, and trying to piss as close as possible to each others foot...
My stream petered out first, and I had to run as Scott advanced on me, still playfully trying to wet my shoe... Yeah, this is what makes a boy, a boy...
At length, Scott and I made our way up the shore to a secluded area. Ahead, another small stream filtered out of the woods. "We're here." Scott said aloud. There was a small ravine leading up into the woods just there at the shoreline.
We walked in some twenty yards or so off the beach. There was a small flat area, with tall grasses near the stream, and I could see stones that had been set up as a fire pit of sorts. Scott walked to an outcropping of larger rocks, and poking around, he found a large, waterproof dry-bag which he had hidden there in the past.
Zipping the bag open, he revealed a nice, heavy nylon tent. "Here we go..." He grinned, showing me the small dome shaped, four man tent.
"That's a nice one." I nodded. And together we set up the tent and staked it down in the secluded clearing. The freshwater stream was only a dozen yards to the side, the fire pit ten feet in front of us. All in all it made for a pretty neat campsite.
When we had finished setting it up, Scott and I pulled off our tank tops and footwear, and walked back down onto the beach. The warm sun washed over our naked torsos, tempered by a slight and pleasant breeze from the Sound. We grinned boyishly at one another, and sprawled out on the course grained sand to relax a bit.
"This is cool..." I remarked to Scott.
"Yeah, it is huh." He agreed, lying back on the sand with his hands folded under his head. I smiled contentedly, and glanced at the nearly nude boy relaxing alongside of me.
Scott looked really good, I thought. His long, messy blond hair looked really cute against his buttery tanned skin, and my eyes trailed curiously over his smooth bare chest. I glanced at the hairless, lesser tanned skin under his armpits, and shivered excitedly at how soft and enticingly tender the skin looked there.
What a crazy thing puberty is. Just a few weeks ago, I never used to think about stuff like this that much. Lately though, it’s like a switch got turned on, and even a bare boy armpit could get me going.
I lay back on the sand, closing my eyes and thinking back to all the sexual situations I'd been in the last few days. Shit... It’s been so awesome. Every new thing I tried, every touch, every erotic thought I had. Oh man, I was really enjoying this summer of discovery.
"What's this?" I heard Scott ask suddenly, just as his bare foot touched the obvious bulge hidden beneath my thin board shorts. I jerked upward a little, taken off guard, and quickly opened my eyes. Scott was grinning from ear to ear as he lay there on his side with his leg outstretched toward me, and his toes gently prodding at my boner.
"Nothing..." I replied sheepishly, but I smiled back at him.
"Yeah, it’s nothing alright." Scott teased, rubbing toes against my junk again. With a boyish giggle I rolled and launched myself at him. We rolled around a little on the sand, laughing as we wrestled playfully for a moment.
"Hey..." Scott said suddenly, as he sat up. "Wanna' do something fun?"
"Uh, yeah.... Like what?" I questioned, noticing the impish expression on his face. Scott just grinned slyly as he clamored to his feet.
"Wait here a second." He answered as he walked up the sand toward the somewhat hidden spot where our tent was set up. I had no idea what Scott was up to, and I shook my head with a confused smirk.
Turning my attention back to the beach for a moment, I found a perfect little stone to sling out into the water. Then I searched around a little for a couple more.
"Well..." Scott's voice came from behind me. I turned to look at him; opening my mouth in surprise. Scott was standing there a few yards away, butt naked.
"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously as I looked around, half expecting to see someone watching us.
"What's it look like?!" He said rhetorically. "I'm beach combing." I shook my head, totally surprised, but loving the sight of his young, naked body.
"What if someone sees you, you dork?" I questioned.
"Who's gonna' see us? We're way up the shoreline, and it's like the middle of the week. No ones ever out here except occasionally on the weekend." I looked around, intrigued but still slightly doubtful.
"What about boats on the water?" I questioned reasonably.
"Do you see any boats?" Scott chortled. "Even if there was one, they're way out there. No one could see that we're naked." He wiggled his naked hips a little. "Well..?"
I thought about it. But only for a fraction of a second. Sporting a big grin, I quickly unbuttoned my board shorts and slid them down my legs. I glanced briefly at Scott, then stripped off my underwear. "Wooo...." I bellowed, throwing my arms up in the air, and waving my underpants around.
"Yeah..." Scott hollered boyishly. I ran my shorts and undies up to the tent, and then joined Scott, naked on the beach. It was glorious. How many times does someone get the chance to run around naked outdoors? It felt totally wonderful, the sun and the breeze rolling across my body.
Like little kids, we started running around on the shore. Jumping and hopping at one another. Scrambling around bare ass naked, and thoroughly enjoying this moment of pure freedom. Freedom from clothes, freedom from inhibition. It was awesome.
Within minutes, we didn't even think about being in the nude anymore. We explored the area, wandering openly for several hundred yards up the beach. We turned over stones, and examined little tide pools for signs of sea life. We climbed up on rocks, and splashed about in the water as we waded out knee deep into the Sound. Scott hopped up on my back, and I carried him piggy back style up the beach a ways.
It was pure fun, and I loved watching Scott's nakedness. Eventually we slowly worked our way back toward our little camp area. Walking there on the beach in front of me, Scott's beautifully formed boy butt just looked so sweet. Unencumbered by clothes; seeing his balls dangling between his legs, every time he stooped over to look at something, or to pick up a stick.
It was awesome. All told, the two of us spent nearly two hours out in the open, just poking around, totally naked. When we got back to the tent, we sat down in the grassy area and had some of the beef jerky, and some water. We just relaxed for awhile, not even thinking about getting dressed again.
We put our trainers on after awhile, and walked around right there in the woods, just gathering dead branches and stuff, so we could have a nice fire later in the evening. All in all, it was one of the best days ever.
After a time we went back out to the beach and threw rocks into the water for awhile, before sitting on the warm sand and just talking about things in general. Both of us glanced frequently at one another. It was just nice to feel so casual, and to be naked like this. We even talked about inviting Ayden and Tomi down here next time, and doing this with them. How cool would that be?!
Finally we got up and brushed the sand off our bare bodies, well, off of each other's body. Then, feeling overly warm from a long day in the sun, we walked toward the tent, and cooled off by bathing in the little stream for awhile. I have to admit, I was getting a little excited now, as we helped rinse each other off.
It was actually the first time that afternoon that I really thought about anything sexual. We'd been so busy just messing around, that we hadn't had time to consider our nakedness in that way.
As the evening set in, Scott and I put our boy scout skills to the test, and we got a nice fire going in the pit. We still hadn't put our clothes back on, and I know for sure that both of us were really enjoying this.
With the fire going nicely, Scott opened up his day pack and pulled out a small soft sided, collapsible cooler. It was the kind you put in the freezer, and the insulated blue ice sides freeze up. It was soft sided, so it's almost like a small pouch, and fits easily into a rucksack. He pulled out a pack of hotdogs that he'd brought from home.
"Cool..." I commented. I hadn't known about them. He had a few buns as well, and several packets of condiments. I cut a few twigs, and we skewered the hotdogs, and held them over the fire.
It wasn't long before we both scarfed down two scrumptious hot dogs each, and with a bag of Doritos, and some Crystal Light orange drink mix that we made up, we were both full and quite content.
It had been a great day, and Scott and I exchanged quiet smiles; each of us happy, and both of us looking forward to whatever boy play was coming up. With a little smile, I went into the tent and pulled a package of marshmallows out of my day pack. This was a little surprise that I had thought of before leaving the house.
Scott and I toasted marshmallows over the low flames, as evening started setting in for real. Finally, having our fill, Scott and I cleaned ourselves up in the stream, and then made sure the fire was burned down and safe to leave unattended. We climbed into the tent and zipped it shut for the night.
It only took a few moments to get the sleeping bags out of the stuff bags, and shaking them out a little, they fluffed up to form a pretty soft bed.
"Wanna' zip 'em together?" Scott asked, with a little smile.
"Of course." I replied. Was there ever any doubt? We hooked the two bags together, and then Scott lit up the battery powered lantern, illuminating the inside of the tent. We sat quietly for a moment, just settling in.
"You wanna' look at the magazines?" Scott suggested, as he unzipped his pack again. He pulled one of them out, and we sat closely together on top of the sleeping bags as we began to thumb through it. The nude boy pictures got us both worked up pretty quickly, and soon we rolled over to lay on our stomachs, propped up on our forearms as we paged through the rest of it.
We looked at each other a couple of times, and then kind of realized we didn't even need the magazines. I mean, shit, we were both naked in the tent, and both of us were already ready to play.
Scott tossed the magazine on top of his pack, and we both rolled onto our sides facing one another, awkwardly waiting for one or the other of us to get things started. I smiled timidly at him, and looked down at his stiff penis, which was fully erect against his body.
We scooted fairly closely together, and I reached over, gently stroking his arm and shoulder. Scott smiled tenderly, and did the same. Both of us were simply enjoying the gentle tactile feel of each other's soft skin.
I smiled timidly and leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips. Scott smiled back thoughtfully, and then without rushing, he leaned forward and returned my tender kiss. It was nice. Not rushing into full blown sexual contact. It felt really nice to just explore the tenderness of physical contact like that.
Scott's hand drifted to my torso, and he traced his fingertips softly across my chest, gently exploring my nipple. He looked up into my eyes and smiled slightly, then leaned over and kissed me softly once again.
This was all really enjoyable, I thought. I reached out and rested my palm against his side, gently touching his warm soft skin, slowly gliding my hand down to his thin waist, then following the upward curve over his boyish hip.
Even at twelve years old, it made me realize then, that there was more to sexual contact, than the genitals. Scott and I were experiencing intimacy. Yeah, maybe I'm too young to totally understand that concept; but certainly not too young to experience it. This was really arousing, in an overall sense. It felt wonderful to just simply touch anther human being; to feel the warmth of their being...
I smiled again at the boy in front of me, my palm still gliding over each swale and curve of his boyish musculature. I looked at his face; his gentle features, and the long blond hair that framed it. He was amazingly cute. I leaned forward, and we kissed each other this time. A little longer, a little deeper; surprisingly intimate.
I felt Scott's hand slide down my torso, his fingers gently encompassed my engorged boy tool, sliding softly over its length and engaging my silky scrotum. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of his touch; and allowed my own hand to drift inward along his hip, to find his youthful erection anxiously awaiting me.
"Ohh..." Scott breathed out a quiet sigh as I rubbed his stiff branch. Scott moved his upper leg, letting it come to rest over mine as we continued to fondle one another for a long blissful minute or two. "Oh shit this feels so good Nathan..." he breathed.
I let go of his boyhood, and placing my hand on his top butt cheek, I pulled and rolling smoothly onto my back, pulling Scott along till he lay on top of me. The warmth of his naked body, the softness of his skin pressed against mine was so sensual; the contact caused my penis to pulse once or twice with pure pleasure.
Scott had felt it, and he smiled at me as he rocked his hips gently against me. I could feel his rigid boy tool prodding my pubic mound. "Ohh man...." My turn to sigh out loud this time.
"This is kinda cool huh?" Scott said quietly. I quickly nodded in agreement.
"I know, right!" I replied, smiling up at Scott. He continued to pump gently against me for another minute or so. Still lying on top of me, Scott pushed himself up to look down between our bodies at our dicks.
"We're both leaking a lot of precum..." He said excitedly. I raised my head to look down as well. My few little strands of pubes were moist with it, and Scott and I giggled at the sight.
Scott shifted then, leaning back and drawing his knees forward, till he was sitting across my thighs, one leg out on either side. With a little smile, he traced his finger over my pubic mound, feeling the sticky precum there. "That's kinda cool..." he smiled.
Then he shifted further down my legs, so he could lower his head down to my groin. I watched, entranced as Scott's tongue began licking the soft white skin of my pubic mound. He bathed my sticky pubes, licking and tasting the boy juices we had both leaked there.
"Mmm..." I sighed contentedly as his warm wet tongue swathed the area, and then he took my sticky warm peg into his mouth. "Uhhhnnnch...." I writhed pleasurably.
It felt so good... Scott suctioned my penis with his mouth. Taking me in and out, as his blond hair swayed loosely around his face. I arched my back, when Scott peeled my foreskin back, and bathed my knob with his probing tongue. "Mmm.... Mmm...." I grunted with contented joy.
I can only imagine what it might have looked like from outside the tent. The small lantern illuminating the inside, casting our shadows in silhouette against the sides of the tent. The outline of two young boys, engaged in the joyous throes of sexual contact.
After a minute or so, I could barley take it any more, it was so damn stimulating. I put my hands on Scott’s sides, and enjoyed the feel of his thin, lean torso. He was a little smaller than me, and I rolled his lighter frame to the side; changing places so that I was sitting astride his thighs. "My turn..." I explained with a sly smile.
I lowered my face to his groin, and licked him as he had done me. Washing his pubic area with my tongue. I teethed on his sparse pubes, tugging at them gently with my lips, and teeth. I explored the base of his penis with my tongue, licking all around; feeling its shape as I tasted his rubbery tube from base to sticky tip.
"Mmmm....." Scott hummed as my warm wet mouth made love to his boy organ. I nuzzled his testicles, enjoying the erotic scent of his boyish musk. It was intense, for both of us. "Ohh man..." he moaned blissfully.
Pulling away a little, I reached under his thigh, lifting one leg upward and outward a little, partially exposing his underside. Leaning back in, my tongue played over his loosely hanging balls, and across the tender skin of his perineum. I felt Scott's body squirm as my tongue rolled gently over his rose colored anus. "Uhh...." I heard him squeak with delight.
Several joyous minutes passed, as I continued to explore Scott's nether regions. He continued squirming and moaning telling me he was thoroughly enjoying every glorious second of it.
"Nathan..?" Scott groaned finally. "What did it feel like when Ayden sat on you dick? Did you really go up inside him?" I looked up at Scott and smiled thoughtfully.
"Yeah... It went in there." I recalled fondly. "It felt... It felt awesome dude. Scott's eyes were filled with wonder, as he tried to imagine it. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Can I try it?' he requested softly. I smiled and nodded my consent. Truth is, I was waiting for him to suggest it. I had been thinking about it ever since Ayden and I had done it the other day.
I sat up and shinnied forward till I was quite literally sitting over his penis. Raising my ass a little, I reached around and took hold of Scott's plumped up penis, raising it to an upward angle.
I moved it slightly, till I could feel his wet tip touch my moist boy opening. Lowering my weight, it felt like it was right there, but his dick went off at a different angle, not going in. "Missed..." I said humorously. I rose up again, repositioning Scott's boyhood. This time, as I lowered my weight, I could distinctly feel it pushing into my wrinkled pink grommet.
"Owe..." I breathed. Hesitating slightly as the knob of his glans had suddenly popped in past the lips of my anus.
"You okay?" Scott asked, with genuine concern on his face.
"Yeah. Yeah its fine." I smiled. "Hold on a second..." I didn't move, while my bunghole slowly adjusted to his boy prong. My sphincter relaxed then, and I sank slowly letting his dick penetrate deep to my prostate. "Ohh..." I sighed as his dick filled my void.
I looked at Scott's face, and there was a heavenly smile spreading there. Clearly he was enjoying the feel of my warm insides firmly gripping his boyhood. "That's so awesome..." he breathed happily.
By now I had adjusted to the full feeling of his slender erection inside of me, and with a sly smile I leaned forward and began moving my hips. Scott's eyes closed, and his mouth sagged open with pleasure.
"Oh man...." He sighed as I slid my buttocks forward and back, rhythmically humping his overly excited penis. "Shit that's just so awesome dude..." He moaned happily. I was enjoying the feelings as well. This warm probe felt oddly delightful as it slipped deeply into me, and then withdrew in rapid strokes. I lay forward after a minute, on top of him, chest to chest; my face near his, nestled in his softly scented hair. Scott's hands cupped my buttocks then, and he helped rock me forward and back; his young throbbing penis lubing my insides with excited drops of precum.
"Shit Nathan...." he moaned throatily. "Fuck, I'm about ready to blow.... Stop, stop..." I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, holding me firmly, trying vainly to prevent more movement. He was right on the edge of orgasm, but he didn't want to cum yet. It was too late however. Our little movements put him over the edge, and along with his guttural grunts, I could feel his penis spasm within me, spurting his wet boy seed into my rectum.
"Oh god...." he murmured, his body tense and rigid against mine. At length the pulses stopped, and Scott sighed and went limp around me, his breath coming in ragged heaves. Chest to chest, I could even feel his heartbeat thrumming against me.
I lay motionless for a moment, and then lifted upward, letting his still stiff penis withdraw slowly from my anus. Ayden was right, it did feel a bit like a turd, oozing out of my butt.
I looked down to see his slimy dick, still erect and moist with his own semen. So erotic. We rested there for a few minutes as I lay against him, gently threading my fingers through his long blond locks. He smiled appreciatively at me. "Man, I didn't want to squirt yet, but shit it felt so good... That was so wild. Oh man...."
I smiled at him, remembering the same feeling when Ayden and I had gone all the way like that. Suddenly Scott lifted his head and kissed me. "Thanks Nate." he offered; then his face turned thoughtful. "So what did that feel like? Having a dick inside you like that..."
"Weird... It was different than sticking my finger up there, that's for sure."
"Did you like it?" Scott wondered.
"Yeah, kinda... I mean. Yeah I liked it. It was weird, but, it felt pretty good." I nodded.
"Your turn then." Scott prompted with a smile. "How do you wanna do it? Same way, or, like the boys in that magazine?" He reminded me of the picture of the one boy behind the other one, doggie style. And another lying on his back with his legs up over the other boy's shoulders.
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Well, we got all summer..." Scott grinned "So just pick one for now." I had to laugh at what he'd just said, and the sincere expression on his face. Obviously this wouldn't be the last time we did this.
"From behind I guess." I replied with a little smirk.
"Woof..." Scott barked. "Doggie style then." We both laughed out loud, and Scott got up on his knees and started to turn around; then he looked down at my dick, which was only half hard now. "Gotta do better than that boner boy." he challenged. He leaned down then and took my cock into his mouth, sucking on it wetly. It only took a dozen seconds and I was back at full mast.
"Needed a little lube anyway." Scott said, as he pulled off my rigid tube, leaving it generously coated with his spittle. He spun around on his knees, and dropped to all fours, then wiggled his upraised bum suggestively.
I playfully slapped his right butt cheek, and then sidled in closely behind him, lining myself up with his pucker. I drew my foreskin back a little, exposing the shiny purple knob of my glans, and then I rubbed it teasingly over his anus several times, both of us obviously enjoying the sensual contact.
I decided to pull back for a moment, and licking my finger, I rubbed it over his rose bud a little, then inserted my fingertip slightly into him. Scott looked over his shoulder curiously, wondering what I was doing.
"Just priming the pump..." I grinned, sliding my finger in to the second knuckle.
"Eww..." He teased, wiggling his butt again. Slowly I pushed my finger all the way into him. I could feel his anus tighten around my digit. "That's kinda nice..." Scott said honestly.
I pulled my finger out of him, then slipped it back in several times, which Scott seemed to really enjoy; if his soft cooing sigh was any indication. Feeling more than a little excited with anticipation, I leaned in closely and slathered his bung once more with my tongue, leaving it wet and ready. I was totally horny now, and stroking my young boner several times, I tucked myself in closely again.
I angled my head a little to get a good look while I spread him a little with my hands, to visually locate his eagerly waiting pink spot.
Sliding my foreskin sheath back, I lined up my engorged knob. I was already dripping with precum, and I rubbed that softly against his opening. With gentle pressure, I urged my weight forward and felt his pink wrinkle spread around my glans.
It felt so awesome as his rubbery tight seal swallowed my dickhead. "Ooooo..." Scott moaned softly. "Go on then..." he urged, when I hesitated.
Putting my hands on his hips I leaned into him, and could feel my penis sink slowly into him, like something being drawn down into quicksand. It almost felt like it was pulling me in, and I arched my back, enjoying the convulsive feel of his rectum swallowing my tumescent tube. "Oh shit that feels good..." I breathed, now totally hungry for more.
"Mmmhh, yeah..." Scott concurred. The long slow glide stopped as I bottomed out inside him. Excuse the pun. The warmth of his buttocks against my thighs and pubic area felt awesome, natural, like it just fit perfectly there.
I began a slow pumping stroke, feeling all the wonderful sensations wrapped around my boytube. Well, it was slow at first, but the draw of it was undeniable. I was charged up now. A horny pubescent boy, actually fucking something. As my rhythm slowly increased, I began to moan with pleasure, and those sounds blended with those coming from Scott as he grunted in time with me.
It felt amazing, and soon my hips slapped vigorously against Scott's soft warm bottom with every inward stroke. My balls swayed in sync with my boyish thrusts, and already as worked up as I was, I could feel my boy juices stirring.
With one hand still holding his hip as a guide, I wrapped the other around his waist, underneath him, and found his fully erect member waiting there. My fingers wrapped around it, and I attempted to masturbate him, without losing the impetus of my own humping motion.
I tried to go even faster, the joy of impending orgasm was beginning to roll over me. Even Scott was grunting loudly as my boy spike found, and bumped his prostate, sending extreme pleasure through Scott’s already aroused system.
My eyes squeezed shut tightly, and everything went into sensory overload as I reached orgasm. I could feel the hot seed race through my tubes and gush in forceful pulses from my boy-pole. "Ahhh, ahhhh, uhh.... I was nearly screaming, and I wrapped my arms tightly around Scott's torso, as if trying to pin myself inside him.
My boner continued to spasm, expelling my youthful boy seed deep into Scott's rectum. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever known, and I held on for dear life, almost afraid to let go. "Oh fuck......" I sighed, as Scott's lean frame collapsed forward. He lay on his stomach, with me sprawled firmly on his back.
There was a thin film of sweat between us, but that was all. Scott moaned contentedly, as unbeknownst to me, the stimulation of bumping his prostate and my jacking him had caused him to experience his second orgasm of the last fifteen minutes.
My penis withdrew slowly with a wet sounding plop, as it softened and exited his pink pucker. I grunted, at the sensitivity of my glans as I grabbed onto it, to wring it dry. "That was fucking intense..." Scott muttered, as he managed to roll over slowly. Our bodies cuddled warmly together, each of us nearly too exhausted to move as we lay there for many long minutes, simply recovering, and enjoying the aftermath.
I couldn't resist kissing Scott softly; which morphed into sharing tongues for a minute or two, before simply resting our heads together quietly for a time. Then, after awhile, we got up and crept out of the tent, where we just stood naked for a minute in the cooling nighttime air.
"We need to clean up." Scott suggested presently. And with only the light of the moon, we walked the few yards over to the stream, and waded into the cool waters. We stood in the ankle deep water for several minutes, and helped each other to bathe. It was quite affectionate really, the way we tended each other.
And finally clean, we padded softly back to the tent. I reached inside, and grabbed our unused tee shirts, which we used to dry ourselves off with, and then we stood quietly in the darkness.
"This was really a cool idea, coming down here like this." I offered.
"I know. I'm really glad we did it." Scott returned. "Wanna' hit the sack now?" I nodded, and we clambered back inside the tent, zipping it shut for the night.
We settled into the sleeping bags, which were still zipped together, and wriggled around a bit to get comfortable. "We'll have to invite Ayden and Tomi down here..." Scott suggested.
"Yeah. That sounds good." I agreed. "That would be so fun; the four of us exploring naked on the beach like that."
"I know, right." Scott acknowledged. "You think... You think they'd mess around with us like we just did?" he questioned. I nodded my head, and smiled.
"Yeah. I know they would. That'd be so cool, wouldn't it?" I surmised. Scott turned and smiled at me as we thought about another new sexual adventure. "So cool..." he breathed.
With that, he rolled onto his side, and scootched his warm naked body in tightly to mine. How marvelous, the feel of naked warm skin against your own. I put my arm around his torso, and we spooned naked that way until we fell into a comfortable nights sleep together...
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Ah, the wonderful adventures of youth. Only during these most innocent of times; only in boyhood, can we all have such tender moments of curious exploration. Those endless summers of youth. Those glorious Summers of Discovery...
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* Recap End Of Chapter 11
We decided to hop under the shower head for a minute, and rinse the sweat, and any other strange stuff that might still be on us. Soaping up, we kind of washed each other. Not playing sexually, just helping each other out. Ayden raised his leg, and we thoroughly washed around his butthole.
Finally we stepped out, and climbed into our wet underpants and shorts, and using a towel we did dry ourselves off this time, before walking back through the house and out onto the back deck.
"That was so cool..." Ayden repeated, as we walked down the steps and across the grassy back yard.
"I know, right." I replied with a huge grin. I was thinking about how it felt to have my dick inside of him, and I wondered if Scott would want to do that as well.
"Can we do it again?" Ayden asked hopefully. "And, you know, maybe even some other stuff..." He looked quizzically at me. I just smiled at him, remembering how shy and timid he had been just a few days earlier.
"You're a horny little pecker aren't you." I teased, and he laughed at me. "Yeah... We can do it again." I agreed. Shit, I wanted to do it as much as he did. We walked across the yard, and up onto the dock again and picked up our shirts and shoes, then went back and got on our bikes to ride back up the leafy driveway.
I watched Ayden as he stood on his pegs and pedaled slowly there in front of me. Looking at his cute little ass cheeks move up and down with each peddle stroke, I could only smile. My dick was up inside that, I thought wildly. I never saw that one coming....
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First thing the next morning my mom called up to me from downstairs, letting me know that breakfast was almost ready. I was just about to head down, when my cell phone rang. Scott was calling; he was back on the island after spending all of the previous day on the mainland at their family home there.
I was excited when I saw his name pop up on my screen. A lot had happened in the day and a half that he was gone. I'd had some wild new experiences with both Daryl, the sixteen year old, and, yesterday with Ayden the eleven year old.
Both experiences had been awesome, and I couldn't wait to share them with my friend Scott. "Hey, you're back..." I extolled, anxiously answering the call.
"Yeah. We ended up staying an extra day, which kinda sucked. I had to help my dad with yard work and stuff the whole time."
"I feel for ya dude..." I replied knowingly.
"Thanks man. So, what did you end up doing while I was gone?" Scott asked.
"Oh man..." I breathed, closing my bedroom door so my mom wouldn't overhear. "I went over to Daryl's house, and we swam a little. And then we went skinny dipping in his hot tub." I told Scott in hushed tones.
"Really? I did that with him one time too. Did he... Well, did he give you a massage afterwards?" Scott questioned. I was a little surprised, but then again, not really.
I walked over to my bed and hopped up on top of it, continuing my private conversation with Scott. "Yeah he did..." I whispered. "He ended up kinda' jacking me off."
"Yeah, me too." Scott answered excitedly. "So did you, you know, did you do him afterwards?"
"No..." I shook my head absently. "He told me maybe some other time. What about you?" Did you jerk him off afterwards?"
"Huh-uh. His parents were about to come home, so we had to quit before I could. He told me 'another time', as well..." Scott replied. Just then I heard my mom call up to me again from downstairs, regarding breakfast.
"Listen, I gotta' go Scott. Come on over okay, I have more to tell you."
"Okay. See ya in a bit..." Scott replied. I hung up my cell phone and hopped off the bed, heading downstairs for breakfast with my mom.
About twenty minutes later Scott knocked at the front door, and I quickly let him in. We hurried upstairs to my bedroom; with hushed secrets to share. Kicking out of his trainers, he hopped up onto the bed and looked at me with curious eyes.
"So... What else?" He prompted urgently. Making sure my door was shut securely, I quickly moved to sit cross-legged on the bed near Scott.
"So, yesterday I also met up with Ayden." I began. Scott's eyebrows raised with curious anticipation. "We kinda messed around a little."
"No way! Shy little Ayden?" Scott responded incredulously. "I don't believe it..."
"Seriously dude. Remember when we all left the lake, after skinny dipping a couple days ago? Well, Ayden thanked me for being nice to him and stuff. Then he asked if I could maybe teach him some, you know, some things about puberty and stuff."
"Like... Jacking off?" Scott prompted. I nodded eagerly and Scott shook his head and smiled coyly.
"Yeah, he came over and I kinda showed him how to do it, and stuff." I continued.
"And stuff?" Scott smiled wickedly. "What stuff Nathan? Come on, spill it..."
"Well... He'd never kissed anyone, so I taught him about Frenching and stuff." Scott smiled slightly again. "And..." I hesitated.
"There's more? Come on Nathan, what else did you guys do?" I looked at Scott, wondering if I should tell him everything Ayden and I had done. He was so cute, just sitting there looking expectantly at me like that; I couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay... So, we went swimming after that, out on Daryl's dock to cool off a little. We swam around some, and then we went over to Daryl's house. He was just leaving, but Ayden and I went inside and we kinda' skinny dipped in the hot-tub.
"Oh you dog." Scott grinned. "I suppose you gave him a naked body rub then..."
"No. Better than that..." I said teasingly. "We went up to Daryl's bedroom and messed around on his bed."
"Blow jobs?" Scott guessed with a knowing nod, which made me laugh again.
"Yeah, and we sort'a played with each other's bung hole a little bit." Scott's eye's opened wide with surprise.
"Whoa, seriously?" Scott wondered aloud. "Was it like, weird or nasty, or anything?"
"Nu-uh... It was just like those boys did in the magazine. It was kinda cool actually. And then, Ayden sat on my dick, and it kinda went up inside him." I mentioned, a bit awkwardly.
"What?" Scott looked stunned. "You mean he... You were, like screwing him?" Scott asked quietly. There seemed to be a hint of jealously in his tone. "But I... I wanted to do that with you." He whispered, more to himself than to me.
"No Scott, it wasn't like that exactly. I didn't really do much, you know. He did everything, just rocking back and forth until I came... You're not mad at me are you?"
"Na... It’s okay. I was just wanting you and me to do that first." Scott said.
"Really?" I questioned, mildly surprised. "I wasn't sure if you'd even want to. But... I really wanna' do that stuff with you, if you do." Scott looked at me, then smiled impishly.
"Well duh..."
With that, we quickly made plans. Scott reminded me about how he liked to hike up the beach, and then camp there overnight. He suggested we should do that. Hike up a ways to 'his' secluded spot, and camp overnight. It sounded like fun, and it would be totally private, so we could mess around all we wanted to. Plan made!
I cleared it with my mom first. Scott convinced her that he camped up there all the time, and that it was like totally safe. We were on an island after all. It’s not like you could get lost, or have anyone bother you or anything. Scott and I gathered a few things, like a flashlight, some extra shorts, a few goodies and such. I stuffed those things into my small knapsack, and then we headed over to Scott's house.
He gathered up a few necessary things as well, including a couple of his secret naughty magazines, and a small lantern; all of which he stuck down into his day pack. We grabbed a few more snack things from the kitchen, and went out to the garage. Scott grabbed two small stuff bags from a cabinet.
"These are great." He showed me. They were really nice, compact sleeping bags. They stuffed into small stuff bags about the size of an NFL football. "One for you, and one for me." He grinned. "And they zip together if we want..." He smiled mischievously, and raised his eyebrows quickly several times.
With everything gathered up, we hopped on our bikes and set off down the road. We had decided to ride up to the general store first, and buy some beef jerky, and a few other tasty treats to munch on.
The weather was beautiful as we rode our bikes back to the beach road, and down the long, slow hill toward the water. The gravel road ended just short of the beach, and the small island boat launch area which was seldom used.
Scott and I pulled up to the launch, and sat on our bikes for a minute or two, gazing out over the glistening water of the Puget Sound. It was really a beautiful sight, and a warm breeze ruffled through our hair as we sat, enjoying the feel of sunshine on our faces.
Finally we got off the bikes, and pulled them off to the side of the small parking area, hiding them off in the bushes. Likely no one would mess with them anyway, but hey, you never know.
With the bikes tucked safely away, Scott and I walked out onto the beach, our small day packs slung over our shoulders; and both of us were wearing light board shorts and tank tops, simply enjoying the warmth of the day. "This is gonna be fun..." Scott remarked.
"No doubt." I agreed, as we started our trek up the shoreline. We had both picked up long sticks within a few minutes, and even now we stopped for a brief stick-sword fight, as we made our way playfully along the shore.
Boys are boys... That's one of the great things about being twelve. Any stick can be a sword, a bat, or a machine gun. Any rock can be thrown, or stacked, or skipped across the water. We took our time as we continued on our way.
Climbing boulders, balancing on long downed trees, as if they were tight ropes, hundreds of feet in the air. We stopped for water, when we came across a little stream running from the highlands and emptying at the shore. Scott and I spent several long minutes building a small rock damn, trying to start a freshwater pool for any small sea creatures which may have been stranded by the low tide.
Under some of the rocks we moved, tiny little crabs skittered away in flight. We'd capture them, occasionally tossing one at each other. Laughing happily, as only carefree boys can do. It was a hoot.
We stopped to take a pee, walking up near the tree line at the base of the cliffs. We stood there emptying our bladders, and I glanced at Scott standing right there alongside of me. I remembered back a week or so ago, to the first time we had done this. New friends, cementing our friendship by peeing side by side together for the first time.
Those first innocent glances, when you kinda check out your buddie’s wiener. Sharing this perfectly natural need to relieve yourself. And, that first intimate look at one another's privates; which bonds you forever into the secret boy club of friendship...
Scott waggled his dick around just like he had the first time, playfully spraying his urine stream this way and that. We laughed and turned toward each other, dueling our piss streams, and trying to piss as close as possible to each others foot...
My stream petered out first, and I had to run as Scott advanced on me, still playfully trying to wet my shoe... Yeah, this is what makes a boy, a boy...
At length, Scott and I made our way up the shore to a secluded area. Ahead, another small stream filtered out of the woods. "We're here." Scott said aloud. There was a small ravine leading up into the woods just there at the shoreline.
We walked in some twenty yards or so off the beach. There was a small flat area, with tall grasses near the stream, and I could see stones that had been set up as a fire pit of sorts. Scott walked to an outcropping of larger rocks, and poking around, he found a large, waterproof dry-bag which he had hidden there in the past.
Zipping the bag open, he revealed a nice, heavy nylon tent. "Here we go..." He grinned, showing me the small dome shaped, four man tent.
"That's a nice one." I nodded. And together we set up the tent and staked it down in the secluded clearing. The freshwater stream was only a dozen yards to the side, the fire pit ten feet in front of us. All in all it made for a pretty neat campsite.
When we had finished setting it up, Scott and I pulled off our tank tops and footwear, and walked back down onto the beach. The warm sun washed over our naked torsos, tempered by a slight and pleasant breeze from the Sound. We grinned boyishly at one another, and sprawled out on the course grained sand to relax a bit.
"This is cool..." I remarked to Scott.
"Yeah, it is huh." He agreed, lying back on the sand with his hands folded under his head. I smiled contentedly, and glanced at the nearly nude boy relaxing alongside of me.
Scott looked really good, I thought. His long, messy blond hair looked really cute against his buttery tanned skin, and my eyes trailed curiously over his smooth bare chest. I glanced at the hairless, lesser tanned skin under his armpits, and shivered excitedly at how soft and enticingly tender the skin looked there.
What a crazy thing puberty is. Just a few weeks ago, I never used to think about stuff like this that much. Lately though, it’s like a switch got turned on, and even a bare boy armpit could get me going.
I lay back on the sand, closing my eyes and thinking back to all the sexual situations I'd been in the last few days. Shit... It’s been so awesome. Every new thing I tried, every touch, every erotic thought I had. Oh man, I was really enjoying this summer of discovery.
"What's this?" I heard Scott ask suddenly, just as his bare foot touched the obvious bulge hidden beneath my thin board shorts. I jerked upward a little, taken off guard, and quickly opened my eyes. Scott was grinning from ear to ear as he lay there on his side with his leg outstretched toward me, and his toes gently prodding at my boner.
"Nothing..." I replied sheepishly, but I smiled back at him.
"Yeah, it’s nothing alright." Scott teased, rubbing toes against my junk again. With a boyish giggle I rolled and launched myself at him. We rolled around a little on the sand, laughing as we wrestled playfully for a moment.
"Hey..." Scott said suddenly, as he sat up. "Wanna' do something fun?"
"Uh, yeah.... Like what?" I questioned, noticing the impish expression on his face. Scott just grinned slyly as he clamored to his feet.
"Wait here a second." He answered as he walked up the sand toward the somewhat hidden spot where our tent was set up. I had no idea what Scott was up to, and I shook my head with a confused smirk.
Turning my attention back to the beach for a moment, I found a perfect little stone to sling out into the water. Then I searched around a little for a couple more.
"Well..." Scott's voice came from behind me. I turned to look at him; opening my mouth in surprise. Scott was standing there a few yards away, butt naked.
"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously as I looked around, half expecting to see someone watching us.
"What's it look like?!" He said rhetorically. "I'm beach combing." I shook my head, totally surprised, but loving the sight of his young, naked body.
"What if someone sees you, you dork?" I questioned.
"Who's gonna' see us? We're way up the shoreline, and it's like the middle of the week. No ones ever out here except occasionally on the weekend." I looked around, intrigued but still slightly doubtful.
"What about boats on the water?" I questioned reasonably.
"Do you see any boats?" Scott chortled. "Even if there was one, they're way out there. No one could see that we're naked." He wiggled his naked hips a little. "Well..?"
I thought about it. But only for a fraction of a second. Sporting a big grin, I quickly unbuttoned my board shorts and slid them down my legs. I glanced briefly at Scott, then stripped off my underwear. "Wooo...." I bellowed, throwing my arms up in the air, and waving my underpants around.
"Yeah..." Scott hollered boyishly. I ran my shorts and undies up to the tent, and then joined Scott, naked on the beach. It was glorious. How many times does someone get the chance to run around naked outdoors? It felt totally wonderful, the sun and the breeze rolling across my body.
Like little kids, we started running around on the shore. Jumping and hopping at one another. Scrambling around bare ass naked, and thoroughly enjoying this moment of pure freedom. Freedom from clothes, freedom from inhibition. It was awesome.
Within minutes, we didn't even think about being in the nude anymore. We explored the area, wandering openly for several hundred yards up the beach. We turned over stones, and examined little tide pools for signs of sea life. We climbed up on rocks, and splashed about in the water as we waded out knee deep into the Sound. Scott hopped up on my back, and I carried him piggy back style up the beach a ways.
It was pure fun, and I loved watching Scott's nakedness. Eventually we slowly worked our way back toward our little camp area. Walking there on the beach in front of me, Scott's beautifully formed boy butt just looked so sweet. Unencumbered by clothes; seeing his balls dangling between his legs, every time he stooped over to look at something, or to pick up a stick.
It was awesome. All told, the two of us spent nearly two hours out in the open, just poking around, totally naked. When we got back to the tent, we sat down in the grassy area and had some of the beef jerky, and some water. We just relaxed for awhile, not even thinking about getting dressed again.
We put our trainers on after awhile, and walked around right there in the woods, just gathering dead branches and stuff, so we could have a nice fire later in the evening. All in all, it was one of the best days ever.
After a time we went back out to the beach and threw rocks into the water for awhile, before sitting on the warm sand and just talking about things in general. Both of us glanced frequently at one another. It was just nice to feel so casual, and to be naked like this. We even talked about inviting Ayden and Tomi down here next time, and doing this with them. How cool would that be?!
Finally we got up and brushed the sand off our bare bodies, well, off of each other's body. Then, feeling overly warm from a long day in the sun, we walked toward the tent, and cooled off by bathing in the little stream for awhile. I have to admit, I was getting a little excited now, as we helped rinse each other off.
It was actually the first time that afternoon that I really thought about anything sexual. We'd been so busy just messing around, that we hadn't had time to consider our nakedness in that way.
As the evening set in, Scott and I put our boy scout skills to the test, and we got a nice fire going in the pit. We still hadn't put our clothes back on, and I know for sure that both of us were really enjoying this.
With the fire going nicely, Scott opened up his day pack and pulled out a small soft sided, collapsible cooler. It was the kind you put in the freezer, and the insulated blue ice sides freeze up. It was soft sided, so it's almost like a small pouch, and fits easily into a rucksack. He pulled out a pack of hotdogs that he'd brought from home.
"Cool..." I commented. I hadn't known about them. He had a few buns as well, and several packets of condiments. I cut a few twigs, and we skewered the hotdogs, and held them over the fire.
It wasn't long before we both scarfed down two scrumptious hot dogs each, and with a bag of Doritos, and some Crystal Light orange drink mix that we made up, we were both full and quite content.
It had been a great day, and Scott and I exchanged quiet smiles; each of us happy, and both of us looking forward to whatever boy play was coming up. With a little smile, I went into the tent and pulled a package of marshmallows out of my day pack. This was a little surprise that I had thought of before leaving the house.
Scott and I toasted marshmallows over the low flames, as evening started setting in for real. Finally, having our fill, Scott and I cleaned ourselves up in the stream, and then made sure the fire was burned down and safe to leave unattended. We climbed into the tent and zipped it shut for the night.
It only took a few moments to get the sleeping bags out of the stuff bags, and shaking them out a little, they fluffed up to form a pretty soft bed.
"Wanna' zip 'em together?" Scott asked, with a little smile.
"Of course." I replied. Was there ever any doubt? We hooked the two bags together, and then Scott lit up the battery powered lantern, illuminating the inside of the tent. We sat quietly for a moment, just settling in.
"You wanna' look at the magazines?" Scott suggested, as he unzipped his pack again. He pulled one of them out, and we sat closely together on top of the sleeping bags as we began to thumb through it. The nude boy pictures got us both worked up pretty quickly, and soon we rolled over to lay on our stomachs, propped up on our forearms as we paged through the rest of it.
We looked at each other a couple of times, and then kind of realized we didn't even need the magazines. I mean, shit, we were both naked in the tent, and both of us were already ready to play.
Scott tossed the magazine on top of his pack, and we both rolled onto our sides facing one another, awkwardly waiting for one or the other of us to get things started. I smiled timidly at him, and looked down at his stiff penis, which was fully erect against his body.
We scooted fairly closely together, and I reached over, gently stroking his arm and shoulder. Scott smiled tenderly, and did the same. Both of us were simply enjoying the gentle tactile feel of each other's soft skin.
I smiled timidly and leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips. Scott smiled back thoughtfully, and then without rushing, he leaned forward and returned my tender kiss. It was nice. Not rushing into full blown sexual contact. It felt really nice to just explore the tenderness of physical contact like that.
Scott's hand drifted to my torso, and he traced his fingertips softly across my chest, gently exploring my nipple. He looked up into my eyes and smiled slightly, then leaned over and kissed me softly once again.
This was all really enjoyable, I thought. I reached out and rested my palm against his side, gently touching his warm soft skin, slowly gliding my hand down to his thin waist, then following the upward curve over his boyish hip.
Even at twelve years old, it made me realize then, that there was more to sexual contact, than the genitals. Scott and I were experiencing intimacy. Yeah, maybe I'm too young to totally understand that concept; but certainly not too young to experience it. This was really arousing, in an overall sense. It felt wonderful to just simply touch anther human being; to feel the warmth of their being...
I smiled again at the boy in front of me, my palm still gliding over each swale and curve of his boyish musculature. I looked at his face; his gentle features, and the long blond hair that framed it. He was amazingly cute. I leaned forward, and we kissed each other this time. A little longer, a little deeper; surprisingly intimate.
I felt Scott's hand slide down my torso, his fingers gently encompassed my engorged boy tool, sliding softly over its length and engaging my silky scrotum. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of his touch; and allowed my own hand to drift inward along his hip, to find his youthful erection anxiously awaiting me.
"Ohh..." Scott breathed out a quiet sigh as I rubbed his stiff branch. Scott moved his upper leg, letting it come to rest over mine as we continued to fondle one another for a long blissful minute or two. "Oh shit this feels so good Nathan..." he breathed.
I let go of his boyhood, and placing my hand on his top butt cheek, I pulled and rolling smoothly onto my back, pulling Scott along till he lay on top of me. The warmth of his naked body, the softness of his skin pressed against mine was so sensual; the contact caused my penis to pulse once or twice with pure pleasure.
Scott had felt it, and he smiled at me as he rocked his hips gently against me. I could feel his rigid boy tool prodding my pubic mound. "Ohh man...." My turn to sigh out loud this time.
"This is kinda cool huh?" Scott said quietly. I quickly nodded in agreement.
"I know, right!" I replied, smiling up at Scott. He continued to pump gently against me for another minute or so. Still lying on top of me, Scott pushed himself up to look down between our bodies at our dicks.
"We're both leaking a lot of precum..." He said excitedly. I raised my head to look down as well. My few little strands of pubes were moist with it, and Scott and I giggled at the sight.
Scott shifted then, leaning back and drawing his knees forward, till he was sitting across my thighs, one leg out on either side. With a little smile, he traced his finger over my pubic mound, feeling the sticky precum there. "That's kinda cool..." he smiled.
Then he shifted further down my legs, so he could lower his head down to my groin. I watched, entranced as Scott's tongue began licking the soft white skin of my pubic mound. He bathed my sticky pubes, licking and tasting the boy juices we had both leaked there.
"Mmm..." I sighed contentedly as his warm wet tongue swathed the area, and then he took my sticky warm peg into his mouth. "Uhhhnnnch...." I writhed pleasurably.
It felt so good... Scott suctioned my penis with his mouth. Taking me in and out, as his blond hair swayed loosely around his face. I arched my back, when Scott peeled my foreskin back, and bathed my knob with his probing tongue. "Mmm.... Mmm...." I grunted with contented joy.
I can only imagine what it might have looked like from outside the tent. The small lantern illuminating the inside, casting our shadows in silhouette against the sides of the tent. The outline of two young boys, engaged in the joyous throes of sexual contact.
After a minute or so, I could barley take it any more, it was so damn stimulating. I put my hands on Scott’s sides, and enjoyed the feel of his thin, lean torso. He was a little smaller than me, and I rolled his lighter frame to the side; changing places so that I was sitting astride his thighs. "My turn..." I explained with a sly smile.
I lowered my face to his groin, and licked him as he had done me. Washing his pubic area with my tongue. I teethed on his sparse pubes, tugging at them gently with my lips, and teeth. I explored the base of his penis with my tongue, licking all around; feeling its shape as I tasted his rubbery tube from base to sticky tip.
"Mmmm....." Scott hummed as my warm wet mouth made love to his boy organ. I nuzzled his testicles, enjoying the erotic scent of his boyish musk. It was intense, for both of us. "Ohh man..." he moaned blissfully.
Pulling away a little, I reached under his thigh, lifting one leg upward and outward a little, partially exposing his underside. Leaning back in, my tongue played over his loosely hanging balls, and across the tender skin of his perineum. I felt Scott's body squirm as my tongue rolled gently over his rose colored anus. "Uhh...." I heard him squeak with delight.
Several joyous minutes passed, as I continued to explore Scott's nether regions. He continued squirming and moaning telling me he was thoroughly enjoying every glorious second of it.
"Nathan..?" Scott groaned finally. "What did it feel like when Ayden sat on you dick? Did you really go up inside him?" I looked up at Scott and smiled thoughtfully.
"Yeah... It went in there." I recalled fondly. "It felt... It felt awesome dude. Scott's eyes were filled with wonder, as he tried to imagine it. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Can I try it?' he requested softly. I smiled and nodded my consent. Truth is, I was waiting for him to suggest it. I had been thinking about it ever since Ayden and I had done it the other day.
I sat up and shinnied forward till I was quite literally sitting over his penis. Raising my ass a little, I reached around and took hold of Scott's plumped up penis, raising it to an upward angle.
I moved it slightly, till I could feel his wet tip touch my moist boy opening. Lowering my weight, it felt like it was right there, but his dick went off at a different angle, not going in. "Missed..." I said humorously. I rose up again, repositioning Scott's boyhood. This time, as I lowered my weight, I could distinctly feel it pushing into my wrinkled pink grommet.
"Owe..." I breathed. Hesitating slightly as the knob of his glans had suddenly popped in past the lips of my anus.
"You okay?" Scott asked, with genuine concern on his face.
"Yeah. Yeah its fine." I smiled. "Hold on a second..." I didn't move, while my bunghole slowly adjusted to his boy prong. My sphincter relaxed then, and I sank slowly letting his dick penetrate deep to my prostate. "Ohh..." I sighed as his dick filled my void.
I looked at Scott's face, and there was a heavenly smile spreading there. Clearly he was enjoying the feel of my warm insides firmly gripping his boyhood. "That's so awesome..." he breathed happily.
By now I had adjusted to the full feeling of his slender erection inside of me, and with a sly smile I leaned forward and began moving my hips. Scott's eyes closed, and his mouth sagged open with pleasure.
"Oh man...." He sighed as I slid my buttocks forward and back, rhythmically humping his overly excited penis. "Shit that's just so awesome dude..." He moaned happily. I was enjoying the feelings as well. This warm probe felt oddly delightful as it slipped deeply into me, and then withdrew in rapid strokes. I lay forward after a minute, on top of him, chest to chest; my face near his, nestled in his softly scented hair. Scott's hands cupped my buttocks then, and he helped rock me forward and back; his young throbbing penis lubing my insides with excited drops of precum.
"Shit Nathan...." he moaned throatily. "Fuck, I'm about ready to blow.... Stop, stop..." I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, holding me firmly, trying vainly to prevent more movement. He was right on the edge of orgasm, but he didn't want to cum yet. It was too late however. Our little movements put him over the edge, and along with his guttural grunts, I could feel his penis spasm within me, spurting his wet boy seed into my rectum.
"Oh god...." he murmured, his body tense and rigid against mine. At length the pulses stopped, and Scott sighed and went limp around me, his breath coming in ragged heaves. Chest to chest, I could even feel his heartbeat thrumming against me.
I lay motionless for a moment, and then lifted upward, letting his still stiff penis withdraw slowly from my anus. Ayden was right, it did feel a bit like a turd, oozing out of my butt.
I looked down to see his slimy dick, still erect and moist with his own semen. So erotic. We rested there for a few minutes as I lay against him, gently threading my fingers through his long blond locks. He smiled appreciatively at me. "Man, I didn't want to squirt yet, but shit it felt so good... That was so wild. Oh man...."
I smiled at him, remembering the same feeling when Ayden and I had gone all the way like that. Suddenly Scott lifted his head and kissed me. "Thanks Nate." he offered; then his face turned thoughtful. "So what did that feel like? Having a dick inside you like that..."
"Weird... It was different than sticking my finger up there, that's for sure."
"Did you like it?" Scott wondered.
"Yeah, kinda... I mean. Yeah I liked it. It was weird, but, it felt pretty good." I nodded.
"Your turn then." Scott prompted with a smile. "How do you wanna do it? Same way, or, like the boys in that magazine?" He reminded me of the picture of the one boy behind the other one, doggie style. And another lying on his back with his legs up over the other boy's shoulders.
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Well, we got all summer..." Scott grinned "So just pick one for now." I had to laugh at what he'd just said, and the sincere expression on his face. Obviously this wouldn't be the last time we did this.
"From behind I guess." I replied with a little smirk.
"Woof..." Scott barked. "Doggie style then." We both laughed out loud, and Scott got up on his knees and started to turn around; then he looked down at my dick, which was only half hard now. "Gotta do better than that boner boy." he challenged. He leaned down then and took my cock into his mouth, sucking on it wetly. It only took a dozen seconds and I was back at full mast.
"Needed a little lube anyway." Scott said, as he pulled off my rigid tube, leaving it generously coated with his spittle. He spun around on his knees, and dropped to all fours, then wiggled his upraised bum suggestively.
I playfully slapped his right butt cheek, and then sidled in closely behind him, lining myself up with his pucker. I drew my foreskin back a little, exposing the shiny purple knob of my glans, and then I rubbed it teasingly over his anus several times, both of us obviously enjoying the sensual contact.
I decided to pull back for a moment, and licking my finger, I rubbed it over his rose bud a little, then inserted my fingertip slightly into him. Scott looked over his shoulder curiously, wondering what I was doing.
"Just priming the pump..." I grinned, sliding my finger in to the second knuckle.
"Eww..." He teased, wiggling his butt again. Slowly I pushed my finger all the way into him. I could feel his anus tighten around my digit. "That's kinda nice..." Scott said honestly.
I pulled my finger out of him, then slipped it back in several times, which Scott seemed to really enjoy; if his soft cooing sigh was any indication. Feeling more than a little excited with anticipation, I leaned in closely and slathered his bung once more with my tongue, leaving it wet and ready. I was totally horny now, and stroking my young boner several times, I tucked myself in closely again.
I angled my head a little to get a good look while I spread him a little with my hands, to visually locate his eagerly waiting pink spot.
Sliding my foreskin sheath back, I lined up my engorged knob. I was already dripping with precum, and I rubbed that softly against his opening. With gentle pressure, I urged my weight forward and felt his pink wrinkle spread around my glans.
It felt so awesome as his rubbery tight seal swallowed my dickhead. "Ooooo..." Scott moaned softly. "Go on then..." he urged, when I hesitated.
Putting my hands on his hips I leaned into him, and could feel my penis sink slowly into him, like something being drawn down into quicksand. It almost felt like it was pulling me in, and I arched my back, enjoying the convulsive feel of his rectum swallowing my tumescent tube. "Oh shit that feels good..." I breathed, now totally hungry for more.
"Mmmhh, yeah..." Scott concurred. The long slow glide stopped as I bottomed out inside him. Excuse the pun. The warmth of his buttocks against my thighs and pubic area felt awesome, natural, like it just fit perfectly there.
I began a slow pumping stroke, feeling all the wonderful sensations wrapped around my boytube. Well, it was slow at first, but the draw of it was undeniable. I was charged up now. A horny pubescent boy, actually fucking something. As my rhythm slowly increased, I began to moan with pleasure, and those sounds blended with those coming from Scott as he grunted in time with me.
It felt amazing, and soon my hips slapped vigorously against Scott's soft warm bottom with every inward stroke. My balls swayed in sync with my boyish thrusts, and already as worked up as I was, I could feel my boy juices stirring.
With one hand still holding his hip as a guide, I wrapped the other around his waist, underneath him, and found his fully erect member waiting there. My fingers wrapped around it, and I attempted to masturbate him, without losing the impetus of my own humping motion.
I tried to go even faster, the joy of impending orgasm was beginning to roll over me. Even Scott was grunting loudly as my boy spike found, and bumped his prostate, sending extreme pleasure through Scott’s already aroused system.
My eyes squeezed shut tightly, and everything went into sensory overload as I reached orgasm. I could feel the hot seed race through my tubes and gush in forceful pulses from my boy-pole. "Ahhh, ahhhh, uhh.... I was nearly screaming, and I wrapped my arms tightly around Scott's torso, as if trying to pin myself inside him.
My boner continued to spasm, expelling my youthful boy seed deep into Scott's rectum. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever known, and I held on for dear life, almost afraid to let go. "Oh fuck......" I sighed, as Scott's lean frame collapsed forward. He lay on his stomach, with me sprawled firmly on his back.
There was a thin film of sweat between us, but that was all. Scott moaned contentedly, as unbeknownst to me, the stimulation of bumping his prostate and my jacking him had caused him to experience his second orgasm of the last fifteen minutes.
My penis withdrew slowly with a wet sounding plop, as it softened and exited his pink pucker. I grunted, at the sensitivity of my glans as I grabbed onto it, to wring it dry. "That was fucking intense..." Scott muttered, as he managed to roll over slowly. Our bodies cuddled warmly together, each of us nearly too exhausted to move as we lay there for many long minutes, simply recovering, and enjoying the aftermath.
I couldn't resist kissing Scott softly; which morphed into sharing tongues for a minute or two, before simply resting our heads together quietly for a time. Then, after awhile, we got up and crept out of the tent, where we just stood naked for a minute in the cooling nighttime air.
"We need to clean up." Scott suggested presently. And with only the light of the moon, we walked the few yards over to the stream, and waded into the cool waters. We stood in the ankle deep water for several minutes, and helped each other to bathe. It was quite affectionate really, the way we tended each other.
And finally clean, we padded softly back to the tent. I reached inside, and grabbed our unused tee shirts, which we used to dry ourselves off with, and then we stood quietly in the darkness.
"This was really a cool idea, coming down here like this." I offered.
"I know. I'm really glad we did it." Scott returned. "Wanna' hit the sack now?" I nodded, and we clambered back inside the tent, zipping it shut for the night.
We settled into the sleeping bags, which were still zipped together, and wriggled around a bit to get comfortable. "We'll have to invite Ayden and Tomi down here..." Scott suggested.
"Yeah. That sounds good." I agreed. "That would be so fun; the four of us exploring naked on the beach like that."
"I know, right." Scott acknowledged. "You think... You think they'd mess around with us like we just did?" he questioned. I nodded my head, and smiled.
"Yeah. I know they would. That'd be so cool, wouldn't it?" I surmised. Scott turned and smiled at me as we thought about another new sexual adventure. "So cool..." he breathed.
With that, he rolled onto his side, and scootched his warm naked body in tightly to mine. How marvelous, the feel of naked warm skin against your own. I put my arm around his torso, and we spooned naked that way until we fell into a comfortable nights sleep together...
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Ah, the wonderful adventures of youth. Only during these most innocent of times; only in boyhood, can we all have such tender moments of curious exploration. Those endless summers of youth. Those glorious Summers of Discovery...
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