Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2006 20:14:50 -0500
From: Ryan Scott <ryanscott@mail.com>
Subject: If you let a boy into you heart (part 1)

You know the Rules, if you shouldn't be reading this then don't.

Many stories on Nifty start out with a disclaimer that they are fiction.
I often wonder how true that is once I see some of the detail in the
story. What's the point? If you're writing the story, then it might as
well be true or give the illusion of being true. I haven't written in a
while. I don't often get the chance. But recently I have been reunited
with an old friend. And his story is worth telling. Some of this story is
embellished a bit, but not very much. This story is more about the
relationship than the sex, but to me that's what makes a good story. I
also wanted to say that I really miss all the short stories at Nifty. If
you have a short story, you should post it.  Don't be intimidated by all
of the running series. Sometimes the short ones are the best.

I should start by telling a little about me. I was 31 when this story
took place, I am pretty athletic and in shape, I've always been in the
martial arts, if you take a look at some of my other stories, you'll
learn a lot more. Most noted my story "My Years as a Boy". I'm not
very tall about 5-9; I'm Clean cut with, reddish brown hair and blue
eyes.

My counter part Nathan, is an Italian 12-year-old boy, Always a short
hair cut. Dark Brown hair, and light blue eyes. Little chubby when he was
a kid, but quickly lost the baby fat at puberty, and the darkest tan I
have ever seen a kid have.  I would love to hear some feed back, you can
write me at ryanscott@mail.com

If you let a boy into your heart...

By Ryan Scott

I didn't know he would become such a great young man. Nate was a
neighbor of mine, and a real difficult kid. He had attention disorder
worst than any kid I ever saw and he was very high strung, but he was not
dumb. No one could teach this kid because he could not focus on anything
for more than 3 seconds.  I was surprised to see an 8 years old that
could not tie his shoes. Yet in less than an hour I taught him to tie his
shoes. I was always good with teaching kids. Something I picked up in boy
scouts.

Nathan was one of those kids that it didn't matter who he saw he would
just go strait up to them and start talking. It didn't matter if you
were busy doing something like washing your car or doing yard work. He
would just walk up and start talking. As long as you nodded your head
he'd keep going. He would always want to help or learn about what you
were doing.

After the time I sat with him and taught him to tie his shoes, He ran
home to show his parents, and after that I was officially branded as his
friend, and he'd be by my side as soon as I walked out the door. I guess
by the time he was 11 his parents knew that I could teach him. I started
tutoring him once a week to teach him math. He spent about 2 hours a week
at my house and I would only make him study for one hour. The 2nd hour I
let him do what ever he wanted. Plus I had to be pretty hard on him while
I was teaching him, and I didn't want him to think that I was always
that way.  Anyway, it wasn't to long until we were good friends. Even
though Nathan had some learning disabilities, he was very smart and
mature for his young age. His parents gave him I think way to many
responsibilities for a kid. He would baby sit his younger brother and
sister and cook for them clean for them.

When he was 11 he started to become very sexually curious, but ever since
I first met him he already knew way too much about sex. His parents were
young, and always had a lot of parties. Because of Nate, I was invited
every now and then.  I guess Nate always was listening and they didn't
seem to mind him hearing. I was still tutoring him. As he found out that
he could trust me, he began to ask me questions about sex to fill in the
gaps of the things he had heard. I had no problem with talking about it.
I think that all kids should start to be told about these things by the
time they are 9 or 10. It would have made my life much easier as a kid.
Then it came around to the subject of masturbation. I told him that it
was natural for kids to start doing that around his age and he proceeded
to tell me that he had done it plenty of times and was quite an expert at
it.  I told him that there were many ways to do it and he would probably
figure some of them out. This really perked up his ears. He wanted to
know how else he could do it. He hounded me just to give him one way.  I
happened to own a little vibrating massager and I showed it to him. He
thought it was awesome and wanted to try it. I told him to go ahead and
try it, and he asked me,

What? Right now?

I said, "ya if you want to"

I was surprised when He said; "Okay." and he dropped his pants and put
it against his little 3-inch dick. He hadn't started puberty yet, but he
was right on the cusp of it. After a couple minutes he had a dry orgasm
and he was addicted to it.  Now every time he came over he wanted to do
it and I let him. Over the next year, I watched him as he started to
mature. At 12, he had a nice dark patch of pubic hair, and his penis had
grown to at least 5 inches. Girls started to take notice of him, and it
wasn't long till he had a nice little 14-year-old girl chasing him
around.

His parents started to become concerned. They banned him from the phone
and the computer. He was forbidden to talk to this girl. You have to
remember he was only 12. I don't blame them for being upset, but even
so. He was continuing to get in trouble. Most girls are looking at older
boys, not younger boys. So after a few weeks of this, I stopped over for
a visit, and I talked his father,

"Let me talk to him, I straighten him out"

He said, "Go ahead, be my guest, he sure is not listening to me."

I said, "why don't you let me take him for the weekend?"

"Probably be good to get him away from here anyhow" He said.

It wasn't long after that Nate and I were at my house on a Friday night.
I had decided to take him on the "torture trip". That is what I call
it, because for a first timer, it is torture.  This was going to be a
special trip. This isn't the first time I had taken a boy on this trip.
It is quit an ordeal. It is an over night canoe trip, and the first day
is about a 4 hour run with a lot of obstacles, it can take twice that
long if you don't know what you are doing, it took me 7 hours the first
time I tried it.  Sometimes you are in the water more than in the canoe.
There are a lot of roots under the black water, and with a fully loaded
canoe, you get stuck quite a bit. I made sure that he understood that it
would be difficult for the first day, but he was pretty excited about it
just being him and me on the trip. He also knew that I would be giving
him, "the talk." I don't think he was too thrilled about that, but I
think he had already been through this with his dad, so how bad could I
be right? Boy was he going to be in for a shock.

I set up the spare bedroom for him. Then I decided I would show him one
of my favorite movies before we went to bed. I got out my DVD of Stand by
me, and put it in. The thing I think is so great about that movie is it
is really a carbon copy of my own life at that age. Of course my part
would have been Chris (River Phoenix).  There was too much language in it
for him to watch it at home. His mom would have a killed me if I had
brought it over. He really liked the movie a lot. After the movie, it was
getting late, so we headed for bed. As he turned to go into his room, he
said,

"So you're not going to lecture me on my girlfriend?"

"Nope, I don't even want you to think about that. We'll talk tomorrow
night after we set up camp. In the mean time, I just want you to have a
good time. You know what to expect tomorrow right?"

"I think so, is it really as hard as you said?"

"Don't think of it as being hard. It can be a lot of fun if you like
getting wet. We will have to work as a team; it takes two people working
together to reach the camp. The first two hours will be the worst. Then
it will start to get easier."

"I've never done something like this, it sounds cool!"

"Try to get a good nights sleep, it will be a long day tomorrow."

"Okay Ryan, Good night"

"Night Buddy."

"Do you think I could use the massager before I go to sleep? You can
stay with me until I finish"

Man how could I turn that down, it's the hottest thing in the world to
watch.

"No problem, get in bed, and I'll go get it for you"

As soon as I handed it to him, he pulled his pants down to his knees, I
had seen this a hundred times now, but I never got sick of it. He was
already hard and dick pulsing waiting for the touch of the massager.

"Is this going to be a quickie", I asked him.

"ya, I'm almost there already", He answered. He put the tip on his
dick and started swirling it in little circles.

"This is still the best," he said as he started raising his but off the
bed.

Dam it killed me not to get in there and help him out, but I just had not
found the right moment to cross that bridge yet. I would be going for
broke tomorrow.

"Here it comes!" he said as he pushed his shirt up to his chin, and
boom the first shot went high on his chest, then each got smaller and
smaller forming a puddle of cum in his belly button.

"Can you get me something to wipe off with?" He asked.  I walked in the
bathroom and picked up a clean washcloth and brought it back to him. I
watched as he wiped himself down.

"I'll take that and through it in the wash" Give me the massager too,
you need to get some sleep now"

"Okay Ryan, I can't wait for tomorrow" he said as he pulled up his
pants.

"Night Buddy"

"Night Ryan"

Well the washcloth would be taking a little detour with me, as I now had
some big business to take care off. I went in my room and my pants were
off as soon as the door closed. I sniffed in the sweet aroma from the
washcloth as I quickly brought myself to a hug orgasm.  Man, I can't
wait till tomorrow night was the only thing I was thinking.

It was really hard for me to sleep. I had been on this trip with another
boy once; He was about the same age as Nate was. I knew the effect this
trip had on a boy, by the time nightfall came, Nate would be my best
friend. Then it would be my job to get him to open up to me. Regardless
of what happens, we would always be friends after this.

The next day, we woke up and took turns in the bathroom. While Nate was
in the shower, I got out the waterproof canoe bags, and packed our
stuff.  A 6-man dome tent; fold up table and chairs, flashlight, lantern,
aluminum pan, aluminum foil, and charcoal. Then I filled the cooler with
some thin cut frozen chicken breast, a can of mixed vegetables, a small
jar of tomato past, some club crackers, cracker barrel cheese, a bag of
combos, some fruit bars, some milk, small boxes of cereal, a half-gallon
of water, some plates, mugs and silverware. I had plans too bring a
little alcohol, not enough to get drunk, but maybe enough to make him
feel a little special, and enough to take away his inhibitions. I found
some blackberry coolers that barley tasted like anything alcoholic. I
poured them into another jug, so it just looked like juice. I'd tell him
it was some special bug juice. (In case you don't know, bug juice is
just about any juice you drink on a camping trip. A lot of times it is
cool aid)

I had learned from previous trips that it was best to start the trip a
little late. The latest you could arrive was 2:00pm. If you put in late,
chances are you will not ever see another soul until the second day of
the trip.  It was about an hour and a half ride to the river. This was
state owned land, and it is something like a million acres. Once you get
on the river, it is completely silent; the only thing you hear is the
paddle in the water, and the occasional sound of a locus buzzing in the
distance. Once at the canoe rental place, we put our gear in the bus, and
took about another 45-minute ride to our destination at the very top of
the river. Where we put in, the river was only about 4 feet wide and
ankle deep. It was about 2:30pm when we got in the canoe and started to
paddle. The bus pulled away. After only a couple minutes, we were
scraping the bottom, and we had to get out of the canoe and walk it about
a half-mile. We both had on sandals, you have to have something on your
feet, because the bottom depending on where you are is made of ether
small stones, sometimes sand, and of course in some places mud. There are
roots under the water everywhere. Where we were, it was a mixture of Sand
and small stones. The stones continuously get under your feet inside the
sandals and poke your feet.

"This is Crazy", Nate said as he ran his finger under his foot to get
out some of the stones. "Is this what the whole think is like?"

"No, this is nothing, wait till we get a little further." I replied

"It's it worse than this?"

"You'll see, remember I told you it would be hard. Don't let it get to
ya. It will get better in a couple miles."

We reached a place where the water started to get deeper and we got back
in the canoe. Then we both stuck our feet in the water to try and shake
out some of the stones. The river was now about 8 foot wide, but there
was a lot of brush hanging over the edges. The river makes a lot of sharp
turns, and it is not easy to stay out of the brush in some places. I told
Nate if we start drifting into the brush to hold his paddle between his
hands in front of his face to keep the brush from scraping him. Even so,
he got scrapped pretty good a couple times.

"WHAT THE HELL!, KEEP ME OUT OF THAT STUFF!" he yelled at me.

"I'm doing the best I can, try not too let it get to you".

"Are you serious? Can we go back?"

"Sorry buddy, we out here all alone now" just as I said that, the back
of the canoe went into the brush and almost knocked me out of the canoe.

"Shhhhiiiiiit!"

He turned back and laughed at me "How do you like it?"

"Go ahead, keep on laughing, I'm the one that's steering!"

"This is Nuts! I can't believe you talked me into this."

"When we are done this trip, You're going to be begging me to take you
again"

"Noooo waaaaay!!!"

As we got a little further down, the river got to about its maximum width
of about 12 feet. The water is like a big black mirror. The hug pine
trees on both sides reflecting off the water. There were many fallen
trees lying across the river. Some of them just under the water line and
some of them a couple of feet above the water. There is a lot of ducking
under trees, and branches. Nate started to calm down a little and was
getting into a rhythm of paddling. It is a definite learning experience.
I'd say about every 200 feet or so, the canoe would hit a root or tree
under the water line and we would get stuck. Most of the time all you
have to do is reach out and put your foot on what you are stuck on. By
taking the extra weight out of the canoe, you can push off what you are
stuck on. Since Nate was in front of me, he had to do it first, and then
after he'd sit back in the canoe, then it was my turn, until we got off
of the object. The first day is always a lot worse because the water is
shallow and the weight of the cooler lowers the canoe in the water. With
all the gear, it adds about another 100 pounds to the canoe. That is just
fine until you come to a tree that is one foot off the water. When that
happens, the only way pass is to lift the canoe over the tree. That is
hard enough when the water is shallow, but very difficult when the water
is deep. The first one we came too was just like that. The water was
deep, and we had a hell of a time getting it over the tree. The tree was
about 15 inches around, and there was one broken off branch sticking out
of the side about a foot long.

"Nate, time to get in the water"

"Okay, let me take off my shirt." He took it off exposing his perfect
olive completion. He through the shirt on top the cooler.

"Take your time, don't tip the canoe when you get out."

He stood up, grabbed onto the branch sticking off the side of the tree.
And lowered his foot into the water. His leg went down as far as he could
reach, but he didn't touch bottom.

"It's deep," He said.

"Just hold onto that branch and lower yourself in."

I watched as he lowered himself in the water, it went all the way up to
his chin. I knew this was going to be tuff, but it had to be done.

I stuck my foot out and reached down. There was no bottom. I placed a
hand on each side of the canoe, and hopped over the side. It was only
about waste deep where I was standing, and they're where all kinds of
different size roots under the water. When Nate took a step back, the
water was over his head.

"See if you can hold onto the branch and get the front of the canoe up
on the tree" he tried a couple times, but the canoe was just too heavy
for him. As I made my way forward, there were many large roots in front
of my legs. I climbed up on them and now just my legs were under water.

"Try again, I can get under it and help you a little.  Ready, we'll do
it on three. One^Å..two^Å^ÅThree." We both pushed and got the front on
top of the tree.  "Now, just a little at a time, ready
one^Å..two^Å..three, we gave it another shove. After a few more we had it
half way. But now I had lost my leverage. I had to hop down into the
water.

"Nate, get on the other side, and pull down on the front."

He swam under the tree, and I watched as he sprung up out of the water
and grabbed the front of the canoe and hung on it. Then the front of the
canoe dropped down to the water. I could now grab the branch and I pushed
as he pulled until the canoe fell into the water. We swam with the canoe
a little further, and the water became shallow enough to get back in the
canoe.

"Ryan, how many times will we have to do that?"

"Don't worry buddy that was the worst one. The rest will be easy. I
think there are two more."

We decided to stop and take a break at the next beach we saw.  Most of
the time the sides are just filled with bushes over hanging the sides,
but every so often, there are small sandy beaches on the side.

"Nate, hand me a water bottle and a fruit bar out of the cooler." He
opened the cooler and looked in.

"What's this red juice, can I have some of that?"

"No, that is for later. I think there is some Gatorade in there if you
want that. What do you think so far?"

"It's not so bad; I am getting used to it."

"Ahhh, so you're starting to come around huh?"

He tried to hide his smile, "It's all right, but I don't want to do it
again."

"We'll see, you'll be begging me to come back. "

"No way!" he said even trying to hide a bigger grin.

The top of the river is the hardest. We had a lot more obstacles, but
nothing as hard as the first tree. After about four hours, I was looking
for the camp, although I always make it a point not to stay at the camp,
but it is the only landmark to go by. The sight I camp on is about a
half-mile before the camp on the opposite side. I learned after the first
year that the park ranger comes to the regular camp every night to make
sure the campers are following the rules. It's a dam good thing he
couldn't see in the tent when he came or I probably wouldn't be writing
this right now, but that's another story. I thought I recognized the
hill where my sight was, but everything looks the same, so I just kept
going till I reach the camp. As usual, I start to get worried that I
might have passed it.

"Well, we've been on for four hours now; we should have been there by
now."

"Do you think we passed it?"

"I don't think so, we'll just keep going for a while. We can always
just stop and camp somewhere."  Just as I was getting out the last word,
I saw the wood sign for the camp. Then I could see 2 dome tents at the
top of the sandy beach, and a little further down two canoes pulled out
of the water.

"Okay, hold up. We have to turn around and go back a little."

"Were not going there?"

"No, I have a better spot. It is back around the bend."

We started to paddle back upstream. It is always a lot more work to go
against the water. We paddled back around the bend there was a sharp turn
in the river to the left, and a few hundred feet down on the left, there
is a cut out of the side of a hill from erosion. The hill is about 30
feet wide made of sand, and has a water hole at the bottom of it. It's
like a little privet swimming area.

"This is it, get out and pull the canoe out of the water."

 We both hopped out and pulled up the canoe. We were at the bottom of
about a 2-story sand hill. It leveled out on top and had a nice flat area
about 40 feet around with trees surrounding it.  We had to haul
everything up the hill, and start to set up camp. It took us about an
hour to get everything ready. When we were done. We had the 12-foot dome
tent set up. There was a 3x3-table set up in front of it with the two
chairs on each side of it. (You know the kind that fold up that everyone
brings to parades) Right next to the tent I tied a clothesline between
two trees. We rolled out the self-inflating air mattresses in the tent,
and unrolled the sleeping bags. I told him to find some dry clothes, and
hang the wet stuff on the line. As he was in the tent changing, I got out
the aluminum pan and put the charcoal in it, and lit it. I looked over to
the tent, and noticed that Nate had closed the flaps. This kid was going
to take some work. I continued what I was doing and I took two pieces of
aluminum foil about 15 inches long and laid them on the table. I then
took the boneless chicken breast and laid 2 on each foil. Then I used my
trusty old pen knife to open the can of mixed veggies, just as I was
finishing that he came out of the tent in just a pair of black nylon
shorts.

"Where should I take a piss at?" he asked as he was squeezing his penis
through the front of his shorts

I thought real quick "come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is" I
walked about 15 feet behind the tent next to a big tree.

"This is it, right here" as I pulled down the front of my pants and
started going. "What you waiting for, no need to be shy around me" he
slowly lowered the front of his pants. He started to pee.  It was the
first time he had seen my equipment. And he was trying not to stair at
it.

"No no no, not there, over here on the tree"

 He quickly moved closer to me and put his stream on the tree. I noticed
him taking a good look at my dick, and I took a good look at his too. Man
this kid was so beautiful. He was practically naked in front of me.  He
had a flat six pack, and I could see the lines that formed a V down to
his crotch. Just at the base of his dick was a small patch of dark fine
hair, His cock about 2 inches soft, and a good width.  I knew already
that it stretched out to 5 inches when he was hard. this was going to be
an interesting night.

"Why on the tree?" He asked.

"Because when I walk out here in the middle of the night to take a piss,
I want to make sure I am not walking in your pee", and with that he let
out a quick chuckle. We both finished and shook off.

"You ready to cook diner?"

"Ya, what are we having?"

"Have you ever had a foil meal?"

"No, what's that?"

"Well I'm going to let you make your own, it is real easy. Just copy
what I do. Let me go put on some dry shorts, and then I'll show you."

I went into the tent and found some shorts and put them on. Then I came
out and put my bathing suit on the line.

"Okay" are you ready? Just copy what I do"

I took the can of mixed veggies, and used a fork to scoop about half the
can on my foil then handed it to him. Then I opened the Ragu spaghetti
sauce and put about 4 spoons on tops the chicken and veggies.

"Be careful don't put to much of this on, or it will make it explode."
He followed and put about the same on.

"Now watch how I fold this, you have to seal in all the juices."  We
folded the foil into nice little packs, and then walked over the coals to
lay them on top.

"Just lay it on there, and we will have to flip them in about 20
minutes"

I looked at my watch it was it was 7:45pm. We brought the chairs over to
the fire, and sat and watched the foils as they started to hiss and
steam. I got up and walked over to my bag and pulled a small radio out
and put it on the table.

"What do you want to listen to?

"Let me see what I can find" He spent about the next five minutes
searching the stations.

"Anything but rap" I said as he hesitated on a rap station. "Wait,
leave that one on, that's good" it was the song Torn by Creed

"Awe come on Ryan, I hate Creed"

"It'll be over in minute, besides, I think that's the only station we
will both will agree on."

Now the tunes where playing in the background.  We both sat and waited
for the meals. At 8:30 we picked them up with some sticks and took them
over to the table, and we both were scarfing it down like it was the best
thing in the world, and it really is quite good.

"Man, this is so good, where'd you learn to make this stuff?" he
asked.

"It's the easiest thing to make on a camping trip. There is no clean
up, you learn that pretty fast in the boy scouts"

"Did you come here when you were a scout"?

"Well, not this trip, but we did camp around here a lot"

We sat and talked about all kinds of things for the next half-hour,
Baseball, Basketball, what video games he liked, you name it. Then the
next thing you know it was getting pretty dark. I got the lantern out and
put it on the table and lit it.

"Your not getting tired yet are you, because the night is just getting
started."

"No way, what's next?"

"It's just about time that you and me had that talk that we're
supposed to have."

"aaawww come on, do we have too?"

"Come on buddy, have you ever known me not to make something fun? Pick
up the chairs, and carry them over to the top of the hill, I'll be right
there."

I grabbed a citronella candle, and then grabbed the bug juice (alcohol)
and a couple of mugs out of the cooler. Then I made my way over to the
edge of the hill overlooking the river. We set the chairs right at the
top, and I put the candle between us on the ground and lit it.

"What's that for?"

"That's just to keep the mosquitoes away, and this is some special bug
juice I made just for you."

"What is it?"

"Taste it, he took the cup and took a swig."

"Mmmm, this is good what is it?"

"This is what I call my truth serum bug juice. A few more swigs, and you
wont be able to tell me a lie." I told him as I took a big swig myself.

"What about you, you won't be able to lie ether."

"That's okay, I'm not planning on lying. Now I want you to drink that
whole cup, and we will get started."

"Your full of it Ryan"

"Okay, you don't have to believe me, we'll see in a few minutes."

"Okay, here goes the whole thing" and he drunk the whole cup in one
gulp. "Are we ready now?"

"Well, how about we take a little swim first?"

"Okay, that sounds good to me, let me get my suit"

"Na, leave it on the line, let it dry for tomorrow, we don't need
suits, were in the middle of nowhere." With that I stood up and pulled
off my shorts and headed towards the water. I turned around and looked,
he was just standing by his chair looking at me.

"Come on Nate, I already saw you naked once today."

"Well, not totally." He said with his eyes looking down.

Its funny even with all the times I had seen him masturbate, He was still
shy to be completely naked in front of me.

"This is part of the talk buddy, first thing you have to learn is to not
to be embarrass about anything. So come on, lets have a little fun."

He thought about it for a second, then quickly dropped his shorts and ran
down the hill into the water. It was a bright moonlit night, and it was a
beautiful sight.

"That a boy! That's what I'm talking about!" I said with enthusiasm.

I ran in the water behind him, the water in its deepest spot was about up
to my chest. He walked up to me and the water was about up to his chin.
Then he did something that surprised me a little. He pushed off the
bottom and swam on his back so his dick came out of the water right in
front of my eyes.

"See, I'm not embarrassed"

"Well, you got in the water pretty fast" I said grinning at him.

"Does that bug juice really make you tell the truth? I'm feeling a
little funny"

"Funny how? Funny good, or funny bad?"

"I guess good"

"Well, it won't make you tell the truth, but it might make it easier to
tell the truth"

"What's in it?"

"It's nothing that'll hurt you. "I'll tell you later what's in it."

"This is really cool Ryan, I'm glad you brought me."

I dove under the water with my hands out in front of me. I couldn't see
anything, but I felt his leg and grabbed it and stood up. He went under,
and when he came up he started splashing. We got in a splashing war for
about the next 5 minutes, but he had a lot more energy than I did.

"Okay, okay, I give up" I said.

"Say uncle" he said as he kept splashing me in the face.

"UNCLE!, UNCLE!" he stopped splashing. "Your lucky I'm not in the
mood to chase you or you might be drowning right about now."

"You can't catch me, you can't catch me, he was saying in the classic
singing way.

I made another quick dive and had his leg again, and he let out a scream.

"NOOOOO! NOOOO!, I WAS JUST KIDDING!. I had a hold of his leg and pulled
him to me. "Come on Ry, Don't!"

I put him in a headlock and gave him the Noogie, "you know I wouldn't
hurt you ya dope"

"I know", he said.

I let him go, and he was swimming in circles around me for a while. It
seemed that for a little while he forgot he was naked until I asked him
if he was ready to get out and talk.

"Ummm maybe in a few minutes."

"Are you getting embarrassed again?"

"ummm No, well^Åno"

I figured out pretty quick what the problem was, he had gotten hard in
the cool water, and it only took me a half a second to get hard myself
when I realized what his problem was.

"What's a matter buddy, you have a stiffy under there?"

His face turned about 50 shades of red. "Noooo, I'm just not ready to
get out"

"ya ya, I've heard that one before" here let me show you something. I
pushed back onto my back and my 6 inches came out of the water. I think
his eyes just about popped right out of his head.  Then I stood up again.
"It happens to everyone buddy you don't have to be embarrassed about
it, come on, lets see it. He pushed onto his back again. There it was all
5 inches of it. Then he stood up again. I said,

"Come here bud"

"He slowly moved towards me. I put my arm around his shoulder then into
a headlock and noogied his head again. "Now we got nothing to be
embarrassed about right?" He shook his head and reached around behind me
and noogied my head and smiled.

"You ready to get out now?" I repeated.

"Ya, I'm ready." We walked out side by side and worked our way back up
the hill.

"Hold on a second, I'll get you a towel."

I quickly grabbed the towels off the line and handed him one. I put mine
around my waste, and he did the same. Then we went back to the chairs. I
poured us both another cup of juice.

"So tell me about this girl, has she gotten in your pants yet?

"Ryan! Nooooo!"

"Well have you kissed her?"

"It's not like that!"

"What's it like then?"

"We just talk a lot, say a lot of things online"

"But it's about sex, right?"

"Ya, but it is just talk"

"Bud, how old are you again?

"Twelve",

"Now, I want you to listen to me. I'm not your Dad, I'm your friend,
and me and you have always had something special, so I will tell you some
things that no one else is going to tell you, but first I need you to
promise me something."

"What?"

"Everything that happens on this trip, everything that we talk about is
between you and me. It's not for your friends to hear, or anyone else.
Can you promise me that?"

"Yes, I promise"

I love to hear those words, it means things are about to get a whole lot
more interesting.

"I know what it is like to be a Horney 12 year old kid. I was just like
you; I started puberty early just like you, and I remember very well what
it was like. Listen to what I am telling you, you are too young to mess
around with girls. You are much better off messing around with your
friends. The only thing a girl is going to do for you is take away every
thing good in your life.  Listen carefully to this, the minute you let a
girl go in your pants, you will no longer be a boy, you will be a man,
and there is no going back. Everything that you have fun doing now,
playing baseball, playing games with your friends, everything, It will
all lose it's magic. It will no longer be fun. Not too mention that your
dad will not let you out of the house till your 90. If you want to ruin
the next 5 years of your life, and never get it back, then keep trying to
play around with that girl. You are too young, boys your age are supposed
to be learning about sex, but they learn about it with each other, not
with girls.

"What do you mean?"

Okay, lets take it from the beginning, You're in puberty, and I know you
already know about jerking off.

He looked away and I saw his face get a little flush again, "ya"

"Good, so now it is time for you to be honest with me. How old were you
the first time you did it?"

"Huh?"

"Come on, I will be honest with you, I was 10 the first time, what about
you?"

"Well, I just learned about it when I was 10"

"Okay, now, I happened to figure it out myself when I was 10, but a lot
of boys learn it from other boys, how did you learn? Be honest."

"Well, my friend Josh showed me."

I've met Josh. He is 13, and a little bigger than Nate. He is a very
beautiful blue-eyed blond kid. He's got a lot of mischief in his blood,
but then that's how Nate is too, so they make good friends.

"How did he show you, did he touch you?"

"Well, not at first, first he just did it to himself, but then he said I
wasn't doing it right, and he grabbed me and showed me the right way."

"And you let him right?"

"Ya, it felt really good, I just let him keep doing it until I started
too feel like I was going to piss. I told him to stop because I had to
pee, but he said, "no you don't, your just getting close to finishing"
I said, "what do you mean?" And he said, "Just don't worry and let me
keep doing it." He only did it a little longer, and then I got the
feeling, and it felt like pins and needles through my whole body."

"So Then what happened after that?

"Well, he asked me if I would do it to him, so I did."

"Boy, this truth serum is working real good isn't it?

"No, your just good at talking, I don't want to lie to you"

"That's good buddy, I am glad you feel that way, but you see what I
mean then. Boys learn about sex from each other. Have you done it again
since then?"

"Well, I kind of wanted to, but I think it might be gay. Isn't it
gay?"

"Dude, there is no such thing as gay when your twelve. When you are
twelve, the most important thing in life is how many different ways you
can whack off in a day, and there is nothing wrong with that. That is
what boys think about at your age, and they usually find a couple friends
to do it with. Don't worry about being gay. That is something you can't
decide. Some of your friends might wined up being gay in the future, but
for now, the things you learn fooling around with your friends is what
will prepare you for being with a girl when you grow up.  Boys need a way
to get rid of all of there sexual energy. So while they're too young to
be with girls, they can learn a lot from each other. Some of the best
friends that you will ever have in your life will be in the next couple
of years. This time in your life only comes once, and it doesn't last
that long. So enjoy it for as long as you can. A girl is what is going to
put an end to it. I recommend you make it last as long as you can,
because you will never have the chance to make such good friends
again."  I noticed as I was talking to him he was constantly adjusting
himself.

"I've been meaning to ask you about that"

"What?"

"That", I said pointing to his hand, you seem to have your hands on
that thing an awful lot the last few months. How often are you Jacking
off?

"Uummmm, probably 6 times a day."

"Huhhhh!, Six time a day! What are you doing with all that mess? "

"Well, I have a cum sock in the back of my drawer, and I use that,
besides, only the first two or three times makes a mess, after that I
only get a little bit"

"A cum sock! And you use the same one all the time?"

"No, I have two of them; I try to use the one that is less wet."

"Blaaaahhhhh yuck!!, that's gross", I said as I was laughing pretty
hard at him and scrunching up my nose.

"I don't want to put them in the laundry because my mom will find
them."

"Dude, The way your mom is, I'm sure she has found the ones your
hiding, heck, it must stink up your whole room.  Man, just take those
things and bury them in your yard or something. Trust me, your parents
know, so just use one or two socks a day then put them in the wash, the
cum will wash right out of it, and give that thing a break sometimes, it
must be rubbed raw." I said as pointed at his crotch.

"Sometimes I have to rest it when it starts getting sore, so I can only
do it a couple times a day then. "How often did you do it when you were
a kid?"

Well, I don't think I ever got much beyond two times a day, but I have
talked to other guys that did it 4 or 5 times a day. So you're not
alone.

As I was talking to Nate, my towel had slipped open. I hadn't even
noticed it, but talking about this with him had made me spring up again
and now I noticed that he was looking at it. Then he suddenly realized
that I saw him looking and he looked away.

"Dude, It's okay for you to look, all guys check each other out, even
if they don't admit it, take a really good look, I'll never be mad at
you for being curious." He turned back and looked down.

He moved his face a little closer, then said, "It's dark, I really
can't see very much anyway"

"Check it out anyway you want, you can touch it if you want to" He
looked down again. "I told you, it is how boys learn, and this is a
special occasion. Tonight might be the only chance you get to learn this
from me."

He reached over and took it in his hand and started to just feel all
around up and down and then squeezing each nut one by one then slowly
checking out every crevice.

"Hey bud, lets go back and lay in the tent. I'll let you check things
out as much as you want."

He stood up with me I put my towel back on and I put my arm around his
shoulder and we walked back to the tent. We went inside and I zipped it
up. I turned on the battery lantern in the tent and we laid down on our
sleeping bags.

"Go ahead, it's okay" he pulled the towel down to my sides, and took
my penis back in his hand. He moved his head very close to it, and I
could feel his breath on me. That just about made me dizzy and I sighed.
He looked up to see if he did something to wrong. "It's all right bud,
it just feels good." By this time, I had precum starting to ooze, and he
knew just what to do with it and rubbed his thumb over the head and into
sensitive spot on the shaft.  My whole body jumped, and he looked up and
smiled at me.

"You little shit, you know just what you are doing don't you?" He just
looked up at me with a big grin. "All right, two can play this game"
and with that I reached down and opened his towel to find a very precum
soaked 5 incher under his towel. I pulled the towel down to his sides,
and used his pre cum to cover his whole shaft and started to slide back
and forth with my hand. He immediately started to breathe hard.

"Alright buddy, I can see this isn't going to last very long if we keep
doing this." Are you ready to try something different?"

"What?"

"How about you just lay right on top of me for a little wile and let me
rub your back."

"You mean put my thing on yours?"

"Ya, and don't try to get the feeling yet, just try to relax for a
wile. That is part of the game. It teaches you to be patient and enjoy
what you are feeling."

"He rolled on top of me, and I could feel his penis throbbing against
mine."

"Easy buddy, just relax a while"

I started to run my hands all up and down his back and occasionally
squeeze his butt. I think after a while he was nearly falling asleep on
me.

He whispered in my ear, "that feels soooo good Ryan, I wish you could do
that forever."

"I do to, but it's time for your next lesson,"

I then rolled him onto his back and rolled on top of him with my weight
on my knees and elbows. I didn't want to freak him out too much, so I
didn't act as thought I was kissing him. I just put my nose and lips to
his neck without puckering and let them slowly moved down to his nipples.
I stuck my tongue out and ran it around the one on the left. Then I did
the one on the right. Then went back to the left and sucked a little as I
ran my tongue over the tit. He started to breathe heavy again, and
started to arch his back and I could feel his penis pressing up into my
stomach.

"Easy boy, I have more to show you," and I placed my lips and nose in
the middle of his chest again and let them lightly touch him as I moved
further down. Then reached his belly button. The smell was enough to make
my senses numb. I stuck my tongue in his belly button, and he let out
this gleeful laugh.

"Heeee heeee heee, that tickles, STOP! It's killing me"

His penis was already getting my chin all wet with precum as he wiggled
around, although I was having fun making him laugh, I couldn't hold out
any longer and I tilted my head down and sucked him in. He immediately
stopped laughing and took a deep breath. As I started to rise up and down
on his shaft, he started raising his hips to meet me. It was only a few
minutes until he grabbed my ears and pulled up.

"I'm going to shoot!" he said in a strained voice.

I reached up and pulled his hands off and went faster.  His back began to
arc up off the floor and he pushed his penis in my mouth as far as it
would go. Then he gave me 5 or 6 nice shots right to the back my throat.
It had to be the best I ever tasted it was like sweet nectar, and I took
as much as I could get out of him. He flopped back down, and then lay
there silent as I milked the last couple drops out of him.

"Holy Shit!!, I feel like my whole body just exploded through my dick"

"So I guess that means it was okay then?"

"You can do that any time you want too!"

"Nope, just this once. You better enjoy this trip while it last"

"Okay, well It's my turn then" and with that he gave me a push off of
him, and then rolled on top of me again.

"Listen buddy, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do
okay?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm having fun" and with that he went straight
to my nipples and started to suck them one by one. In that minute, I
think I got harder then I ever was before, with the thought of what was
coming next.

He paused for a second and looked closely at the chain around my neck.

"How come you always ware this Chain with the Dragon on it?"

That was a gift to me from a friend I had a long time ago, it has to do
with me being in the martial arts.

"Where is your friend now?"

"I don't know, I've lost touch with him."

"Oh", he said simply. Then went back to licking my nipples.

He skipped over my belly button, and took a hold of my penis. He held it
straight up in front of his face looking at it closely. He squeezed it
and a big puddle of precum formed on the head. Then he stuck out his
tongue and licked it off.

"Well, what's it like? I asked him

"It's not to bad. Just taste a little salty, but not bad" then he put
his lips around the head and licked around the head a few times, and then
he did 3 little bobs up and down and took it out and looked at it again.

"It's really okay, you don't have to do that if you don't want to"

"I want too, It's just big, and I'm afraid I will gag."

"Well it's okay if you do. That is a pretty common thing. It will get
easier the more you do it. Just take your time, were in no rush."

He started once again, and with each passing second he took a little
more. He did gag once, but it didn't even slow him down. Before long he
was taking it all in on every stroke. I didn't even have to warn him
about his teeth, he was a quick study. This wasn't going to take me
long, I could already feel the cum boiling up. I've been with a few
other boys, but something about Nate was very special to me. We had
always had a special connection, and that just made every sensation
magnify to its highest level. I was now breathing pretty hard, and I put
my hands on his ears to pull him off, and he pushed them away.

"Are you sure buddy?" he just looked up at me nodded his head and kept
going.

Now the sensations were so strong I was clinching my fist on the floor
and pushing up into him.

"mmmmmmMMMMMMuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!" and it was a very powerful blast, he
choked, but only for an instant and then started swallowing as fast as he
could. Some still slipped out and dribbled down to my balls. Then as I
started to come back from ecstasy, I lifted my head and looked down. He
was looking straight into my eyes with a little dribble on his chin. He
wiped it off with his two fingers and licked his fingers.

"You sure you never did that before?" I said with a smile.

"He smiled back and said, Nope that was the first time"

"Well you can do that anytime you want"

"Nope just that once, you have to give to get." He said with the
biggest grin he could muster.

I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up to me and noogied his head
again, I love ya buddy, what do you say we get a little sleep?"

"What there are no more lessons?" he said with disappointment

"I think you already passed the test, but maybe tomorrow"

We stayed close, he spooned into me and we slept like that most the
night, or I should say he slept like that most the night. He was worn out
from the day and slept pretty easy, but having this beautiful kid wrapped
in my arms made it pretty hard for me to sleep. I wanted to enjoy every
minute of it.


To Be Continued,


Let me know if you think I should finish writing part two,

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