Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2022 13:59:44 +0000 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: Indigo Boy (Gay/Adult-Youth) Please donate to Nifty. They've been hosting these stories for decades. I have other stories on Nifty listed in the prolific authors section under Vance Von Jungsburg. This story is based on a few experiences from my youth, a time before smart phones, TikTok and internet porn. If you like the story or have comments, please send me a note and I'll respond: vereinington@protonmail.com. INDIGO BOY "I see a naked lady..." I whispered to Matthew. My 12-year-old groin started to tingle. We had let the lazy current propel our inner tubes south along the lake shore. Both our parents had admonished us to stay away from that area, but we rationalized that we were just letting the water take us wherever it was going. The fact that it was heading toward the nudist beach was not an accident on our part. Matthew squinted along the shoreline. "I see her too!" he whisper-shouted. Matthew was two months older than me. We saw each other every summer when my parents and I stayed at his family's lake house. Our moms and dads had been friends since before we were born. My excitement was interrupted by a deluge of water hitting the back of my head. I turned around, startled. The kid from two cottages over was swimming toward us. He was a dark haired boy a year or so younger than Matthew and me with a dirty mouth. He splashed me again and laughed. An older boy, who I assumed was his brother, treaded water behind him. "You guys going to the nude beach?" the younger boy asked. "No!" I lied. "We were just paddling around and accidentally floated over here." "You should go!" the kid whooped. "It's fun being naked." The boy plunged under the lake and extended his bare ass, wet and shiny. I could see his balls between his legs. The boy's head reappeared. "You're naked!" Matthew gasped. "Duh! It's a nude beach," the boy replied. His older brother swam over to us. "You guys, it's not cool to go to a nude beach with swimsuits on." I looked at the kid and wondered what his lower half looked like, hidden under the surface of the lake. How big was his penis? Did he have a lot of hair? "Are you naked?" I asked, even though I knew he was. The older boy pushed backwards and floated front side up. His penis surfaced like the tower of a submarine. I was stunned by the small patch of hair around his semi erect penis and by his large, round ball sack. "We should go back," Matthew said. "This place is ungodly." I rolled my eyes. Of the two of us, I was the more pious boy, going to weekly bible study, church youth-group, and Pentecostal day camp. I watched the two dark haired brothers swimming away, their glistening white asses contrasting with the tan of their backs. My own penis was now erect. "We're just floating around," I told Matthew. "We don't have to take our swimsuits off." Matthew didn't say anything, but continued to drift next to me as we got closer to the stretch of sandy shore where nude bodies of all shapes and sizes presented themselves without shame. The naked woman we'd first spotted became clearer as we approached. She was standing and looking at the lake. Her large tanned breasts and ample figure were lit by the bright sun. I noticed Matthew staring at her with his mouth agape. Next to her, a young man stood up and shook the sand out of his towel. His long, chestnut hair and short beard reminded me of how Jesus looked in the illustrated Bible I had as a child. The nude guy's slim physique was muscular and hairless, like Christ on the cross in the large painting that hung behind the pulpit at Grace Pentecostal . Even his penis was bald, just like I imagined Jesus's penis was beneath the short white towel he wore when he was crucified. I felt guilty thinking about our savior that way; I had spent a lot of time looking at the folds of cloth draped over his groin as he hung on the cross in agony behind Pastor Dryden during Sunday Service. I scanned the other bodies on the beach. Two older men with gray hair and leathery skin pointed at us and whispered to each other. A lady with dark curly hair and a big bush led a toddler to the water's edge by the hand. Several other adult men and women lay on their towels with their front sides or backsides exposed. Their even, all-over tans signaled that they were regulars at this beach. But my eyes kept returning to the young guy who looked like Jesus. Matthew and I were now parallel to where he stood. This was as close as I'd get to him and I couldn't look away. The guy's eyes met mine and he gave a small wave. My face flashed hot and I turned away, embarrassed that I'd been caught looking. "Check out that lady," Matthew rasped, just under his breath. He pointed his chin towards a toned woman with long dark hair and full round breasts that stuck straight out. She looked like the kind of girl I'd peeked at in the Playboy Magazines that my older cousin Corey kept hidden in his dresser drawer. Ordinarily that would have been the ultimate titillation for my 12-year-old libido, but my eyes kept returning to the penises on the beach. I'd never seen a naked man in a magazine; I tried to convince myself that simple curiosity was the reason my eyes were so drawn to the groins of the males on the beach. Matthew and I continued to scan the nude sunbathers as we drifted. When we reached the strand of mulberry trees that demarcated the end of the beach I suggested we paddle back to the small dock by our cottage. I was hoping to sneak another look at the guy who resembled Jesus on our return trip but was disappointed when both he and his towel were gone. *** That night Matthew and I lay on our sleeping bags in the pup tent we'd pitched behind his family's cottage. I could hear both his parents' and my parents' laughter through the open kitchen window. "I can't believe we saw all those naked people today," I said a little above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm still thinking about those naked ladies," Matthew answered. Just talking about it was making me hard. I looked over at Matthew. The Coleman lantern gave enough illumination that I could see the clear outline of a bulge through the soft cotton fabric of his camo sleep shorts. "I'm getting a boner thinking about it," I said. "Me too," he whispered. "How big does yours get?" I asked. I was pushing into new territory in our friendship, but the mental picture of all those penises I'd seen that afternoon had instilled a smoldering ember of lust in my lower belly. "About this big." Matthew held his fingers about four inches apart. "That's... big," I said. In truth, that was about the same size as mine, but I didn't say that. I broke the silence after a few seconds. "Can I see it?" I paused, then quickly added "You can see mine." "Okay," Matthew said. It was that easy. All I had to do to see a penis was ask. We got on our knees and faced each other. I could see the protruding lump between Matthew' legs. "On three we'll show," I said. "One... two... three." The elastic waistbands offered little resistance. In an instant, our shorts were around our thighs. Matthew's penis protruded at a 90 degree angle from his groin, sticking straight out like a diving board. Mine, however, arched upward, pointing directly at the peak of the pup tent. "You got a lot of hair!" I gasped. Two small tufts of brown hair were visible on either side of the base of his penis. "Yeah," Matthew said. I could hear pride in his voice. "I got some, but not as much as you," I announced. I knew from previous inspections of my own member that I had a few tiny hairs budding, straight and light like the hair on my forearm. Matthew leaned toward me to inspect. Seeing him balancing on his knees with his body cantilevered toward me was too inviting. I gave a hard shove to the side of his head knocking him off balance. After a second of stunned silence he growled and lunged for me. We grappled with our shorts around our thighs, giggling as we tried to get the better of each other. We were both skinny tweens, but Matthew was about ten pounds heavier than me, and soon he was straddling my chest. I looked up at Matthew's red face framed by his long, dark hair as he leaned over me, pinning my arms above my head. My eyes traveled down his t-shirt to his naked lower body. He'd lost his shorts in the struggle. His erection was just inches from my face. At that moment I felt a wave of joy wash over me. My own penis seemed harder and bigger than I'd ever experienced. I was overcome with the compulsion to pull my head towards Matthew's penis and lick it, but I used my willpower to resist. That would be gay stuff, and the lifetime I'd spent going to church had taught me what a grievous sin homosexuality was. "Ok, get off me," I said. "You win." We pulled up our shorts and lay side by side on our sleeping bags in the warm summer air. Soon Matthew's heavy panting from the exertions of our wrestling match turned to the slow, even breaths of sleep. But I was wide awake. The image of Matthew's boner inches from my face wouldn't leave my mind. Then I pictured Jesus sitting in my chest with his bald, erect penis pointing at my face. Jesus was twice as long as Matthew, and the head of his penis touched my lips. I had to get that picture out of my mind! It was wrong. But it kept coming back. It seemed like hours before I finally fell into sleep with my rock-hard boner tucked upward in my cotton sleep shorts. *** "Matthew?! Peter?!" It was Matthew's mom calling from the back door. "I'm going into town to get some groceries. Do you need anything?" Her voice had woken me up but I could see that Matthew was already awake, reading a Roadrunner comic book and eating a Slim Jim. "Can we come!?" Matthew screeched. His mom usually bought us frozen yogurts at the shop next to the grocery store when we accompanied her. I always ordered M&Ms and caramel topping on mine. Soon we were sitting in the back of her Buick station wagon headed for town. "Wanna go tubing in the lake again today?" Matthew asked. I knew he was asking if I wanted to float down to the nude beach again. "Yeah," I whispered. After we got to the small grocery store Matthew and I stood in the candy aisle discussing whether his mom might buy us a jumbo bag of Skittles. Then I saw him. The bell above the glass door of the shop jingled and the young guy who resembled Jesus walked in. He was shirtless, wearing silky green shorts, flip-flops and a white puka shell necklace. My heart jumped and started pounding so loud I could feel the blood pumping in my ears. The guy's perfectly tanned six-pack abs and square pectoral muscles were mesmerizing; I tried sneaking glances in his direction until I realized he was heading toward our aisle. "Namasté" he said, looking me directly in the eyes and flashing the Shaka sign with his extended thumb and pinkie. I felt my face flush, just like the last time he'd looked at me, but I did mange to return the Shaka with a muttered "hey." The guy looked me up and down with his ice blue eyes. "Far out, Indigo Boy," he said, then turned and moved toward the bakery aisle. "What did he mean by that?" Matthew asked. "I dunno," I answered. "I think indigo is a color." *** This time Matthew and I made no pretense that we were accidentally floating past the nude beach. We paddled our tubes south and soon we reached the northern edge of the sandy strip full of tanned naked people. "It's you guys again!" the dark haired boy from two cottages over yelled from the beach. His bare lower mid section, which had been white yesterday, was now a light pink and covered in thin smear of white zinc oxide. Even his penis and balls were pink covered in white. "Come on over!" He yelled waving us toward him. His older brother, who had been laying face down on a towel next to him, raised his head and looked at us. I noticed his bare butt was covered in zinc oxide. "Nah, we're just floating by!" Matthew yelled back. I felt a strong urge to paddle over to the brothers and pull off my swimsuit but resisted. The nude beach was a sinful place. "I wonder if that hot lady with the pointy boobs will be back," Matthew mused. I was wondering the same thing about the young long-haired guy with the short beard but didn't see him on the beach. "Aloha, Indigo Boy." The voice from behind me startled me. I turned to see the Jesus guy treading water a few feet from our inner tubes. "Why don't you join us on the beach? We're a friendly, fun group." "We, uh..." I stammered. "Why do you call him Indigo Boy?" Matthew interrupted. "An Indigo Child possesses special, wonderful abilities," the young guy answered in a smooth, patient voice. "They're beyond us, you and me," he said, looking at Matthew. Matthew looked at me, as if to determine what made me so special in the eyes of this naked hippie. "Come, take off your clothes and be free to swim and lie in the sun. God created us naked. It was man that created clothing." I thought back to the story of Adam and Eve. It was true - Eve had sewn the first clothes from fig leaves. I looked at Matthew and shrugged, then paddled toward the beach. "Not me," Matthew said. "I'm staying out here." The man swam beside me. "My friends call me Jess," he said. I gulped. I knew he said "Jess" but it sounded awfully close to "Jesus." "I'm Peter," I said in a meek voice. When we got to the shore I pulled my inner tube up to the dry sand. No one was looking at me except Jess, whose wet, naked body glistened in the bright sunshine. I pulled my swimsuit down my legs and stepped out of it. I was naked except for the black waterproof Shark watch on my left wrist. "Magnificent," Jess said under his breath. It was a bit brave of me to go naked but I didn't think it was magnificent. I looked at Jess. His hairless, toned body was nothing like my scrawny physique. I felt envious of his all-over tan and taut musculature. Jess' penis looked even bigger close up. It didn't hang down but projected slightly from his body. The only flaw on his body was a small scar on the right side of his abdomen. My dad had that same scar from when he had his appendix removed. I felt the blood rushing to my groin. Oh no! I couldn't get a boner right now. I held my swimsuit in front of me. "God created erections, too," Jess said in his mellow, patient voice. "It's natural. I see them all the time out here. Come sit with me over by this fig tree until it goes down." I followed Jess a few yards south. Droplets of water descended his round, tanned bottom as he walked. He sat beside the trunk of a tree that separated us from most of the other sun bathers and patted the sand beside him. I sat down and we looked toward the lake. I could see Matthew floating in his inner tube scanning the beach for naked ladies. I pulled up my legs to hide my boner. Sitting next to handsome Jess and being naked was making me horny. I didn't know if my boner would ever go down. "Hard-ons are like yawns," Jess said. "They're catching." I looked at Jess. His legs were pulled up, just like mine, hiding what was between them. When he saw me looking he opened his legs for not more than a second. I saw his long, straight erection pointing up to the sky, then it was covered. Jess looked at me. His eyes stopped at my hips. "You have parts that have never seen the sun," he said. "You'll need protection." I looked down at my body. The contrast of my tan trunk and legs with my creamy white mid-section was unmistakable. "I'll meditate until my hard-on goes, and then get you some Coppertone," he said, as he closed his eyes. That gave me a chance to eye him up and down directly. His slim, muscled arms and legs were an even caramel color. His tanned bottom was covered in white sand. His sitting position with his legs drawn up allowed me to peek at his ball sack. It looked smooth and full. My "hard-on," as Jess called it, wasn't going to disappear with meditation. After a few minutes of silence Jess opened his eyes and looked at me. "Stay," he said as he stood up. His penis was still semi-erect, but it wasn't the long straight rod I'd seen between his legs. I watched Jess walk north and pick up a tote next to a towel, then return. He stood right in front of me with his penis at my eye level and rummaged around in the bag. "Put this on," he instructed as he handed me a plastic squeeze bottle of Coppertone. The fact that Jess seemed to care about me and my well-being caused a smoldering ball of elation in my chest to grow. I stood up to apply the suntan lotion, consciously using the trunk of the fig tree to block the erection that jutted from my mid-section from the other naked beach goers. Jess leaned toward me and wiped the sand off my bare bottom. The feel of his warm palm on my cool, wet butt was sudden and wonderful. I squeezed a glob of white lotion into my hand and rubbed it on the section of white skin above my penis. Jess watched the process closely, making sure I got everything adequately covered. "Do your cock and balls, too," he instructed. I'd never thought of my penis as a "cock," but hearing Jess call it that caused my breast to swell with pride. I rubbed the lotion over the length of my erection, Jess got down on his haunches in front of me. His eyes were focused on the process, inches from my penis. I noticed that his erection had returned. When I thought I had thoroughly covered my groin and bottom, Jess made me turn in place so he could inspect. "Looks, good," he said, patting the ground beside him. I sat. We looked at Matthew, floating in the distance on the lake's surface in his inner tube. "Your friend isn't adventurous and courageous, like you," Jess said. Again I felt pride welling up in my chest. Jess was still a mystery to me, but a mystery I wanted to solve. "Hey Jess..." He looked at me. I didn't know what to say. As if he read my mind, Jess began to speak. "I've come to Emerald Lake every summer since I was a young boy, even younger than you." "How old are you?" I interrupted. "I feel like my soul has been at this lake for three thousand years, but I'm 23." "I'm twelve," I volunteered. "I know," Jess said. It didn't surprise me that he knew. There was something about Jess that seemed magical. After a period of silence I asked, "What makes you think that I'm an indigo boy?" I wasn't sure I even believed in "Indigo Boys" but knowing that Jess thought I was special gratified me. "When you and your friend floated down from the north yesterday I felt vibes emanating from you." Jess explained. "I knew you in a past life. You were a heroic warrior. You've been an Indigo in all your incarnations. Deep down you can feel that, can't you?" "Yes," I lied without hesitation. Jess put his hand on my thigh. I felt a vibration of energy where his warm palm met the skin of my leg. "What time is it?" Jess asked. I looked at my wrist. "Uh, almost one thirty." "Shit." He said. "I gotta pick up my old lady from work." I felt a stab of dismay cut through my gut. "I come to this beach at night," Jess said. "Meet me here at midnight and we'll be naked under the moon." "Okay..." I answered, though I knew that wouldn't happen. Jess stood up and walked north with his tote draped over his shoulder. I watch his naked brown backside as he picked up a towel and disappeared into the woods that bordered the beach. I felt like I could cry. I had misinterpreted Jess' interest in me. I didn't know what I was expecting from him. He exuded a mysterious, compelling magic, much like Jesus did in the New Testament stories I knew by heart, but there was something else, an attraction that sprang from my lower midsection. I pulled on my swim trunks and paddled out to where Matthew was floating 20 yards off shore. "Hey," Matthew nodded. "Were you able to see any hot ladies up close?" *** I was in such a foul mood the rest of the day that even my mother noticed it. "Honey, we have three more days at the lake. I know you miss your friends back home, but try to enjoy your time here," she said. My mind flew in all directions. Jess had an "old lady." That was good, I told myself. It meant his interest in me wasn't homosexual. He just thought I was a special "Indigo Boy." But why had he been so keen to look at me? Why did he catch a boner from me? In truth, I felt sick that I had misinterpreted his intentions. I went into the only bathroom in the cottage and locked the door. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. My sandy blonde hair was shorter than was currently fashionable. My mother made me trim it to the middle of my ears and just above my collar. I studied my face. I didn't look like a man, I looked like a kid. And why had God given me these long dark eyelashes? They made me look like a girl. I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts, then dropped my briefs. Looking at myself, I could see why Jess wasn't interested. I didn't have muscles. My penis was half as big as his. I hardly had any hair down there. At least I didn't have a big belly like my friend Dustin. I struck a pose, flexing my bicep. I could actually see the muscle. Maybe if I got some weights I'd look like Jess. I thought about his naked brown body, with his square pecs and washboard abs and that part of him below his stomach that narrowed toward his penis... His penis. I was now fully hard. In the full length mirror my penis extended from the white section of my trunk that was usually covered by a swimsuit. My stomach above and my legs below were a golden brown. I saw no signs of sunburn. The Coppertone Jess had given me worked. I felt like crying again. *** I hardly ate any of the brisket my dad cooked on the grill that night. Matthew could sense my mood and didn't make small talk after we retired to the pup tent. Soon I heard the slow, even breaths of sleep. But I was wide awake. I had decided I was not going to the lake at midnight; Jess had a girlfriend or wife. He wasn't interested in me the way I thought he was. And to be honest, he was a little weird. All that talk of Indigo Boys and reincarnated warriors was loony. No, I was going to stay in this pup tent until morning, even if I never fell asleep. An hour later I was still wide awake, laying on my back with a hard-on. The image of Jess' naked body kept intruding on my thoughts. I'd never again get to see that long, straight penis that was the same caramel color as the rest of his body. I pressed the light button on my watch and looked at the time: 11:14. I thought back to what Jess had said to me: "Your friend isn't adventurous and courageous, like you." I didn't know how to get to the nudist beach from the land. The idea that I would have to tube on the lake in the dark was unnerving. I knew I had made the right decision to avoid it. Five minutes later I looked at my watch again. I touched my hard penis and imagined Jess' hand touching me there. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I left the tent and fetched my inner tube. My swimsuit was inside the house drying on a rack in the bathroom and I wouldn't be able to sneak in undetected. On the dock I stripped down to my white briefs and left a neat pile of folded clothes by the bait bucket - I wouldn't be able to explain it if my sleep clothes were drenched. I paddled toward the nudist beach in silent darkness with my erection straining against the front of my briefs. The black lake surface wasn't as scary as I had imagined, but I was nervous about what awaited me on the beach. Would Jess be there alone? Would his old lady be with him? Would he just talk mumbo jumbo and leave, like he had earlier? As I neared the beach, the almost full moon afforded enough light to see that it appeared empty. I was both disappointed and relieved. I floated closer to the shore as the distress of not seeing Jess overtook the relief. Then I saw the orange ember of a cigarette against the dark foliage that bordered the strand. "Hello, Indigo," I heard Jess say. "The boy warrior arrives." I felt my heart rate increase. "Hi Jess..." I managed to mumble as I pulled my inner tube up the sand. "Sit," Jess said, patting the ground to the right of his naked body. "I see you brought your hard-on with you." Normally a comment like that would have embarrassed me, but coming from Jess it made me feel... special. I sat and Jess offered me the glowing cigarette. I recognized it as a joint - In my fifth grade drug abuse awareness class a police officer had brought several examples of illicit drugs, including marijuana. I'd spent the last two days thinking naughty thoughts and doing naughty things, so one more naughty act wouldn't make a difference now. Because Jess was doing it, smoking pot seemed like a cool, grownup activity. I took the joint from him, trying not to drop it or burn myself. The first drag initiated a spasm of coughing. I felt Jess' warm palm patting my back. "Easy, kid," he said. "Just take a little puff, hold it in your mouth until it cools, then slowly fill your lungs with it." I did as Jess said, and felt the tickle of smoke descend my wind passage. Jess and I passed the joint back and forth for a few minutes until I began to feel its effects. Unlike what I had been told in drug abuse class, I didn't feel manic or out of control. I felt relaxed and content. "You brought your hard-on, too," I said, looking at Jess' long, straight erection. "No, you brought my hard-on," Jess answered, then pulled himself closer to me until our hips were touching. He put his arm around my shoulder and we looked at the black lake without talking. The effects of the pot and the body contact with Jess had made me hornier than I had ever felt. My erection buzzed with energy, as if a supernova were developing in the part of my body behind my balls. I had to be naked like Jess. I stood up to remove my briefs. Without saying anything, Jess reached out and helped me out of my underwear, like a mother helping a toddler undress. "Peter," Jess said. I was surprised he knew my name. His warm palm touched my bottom as he nudged me to a position standing facing him. My erection was level with his face. When I wanted something badly I prayed in the name of Jesus, but that was not an option in this instance. I would have to will it to happen. Jess put both hands on my backside and pulled my body towards him. His mouth was on my cock in an instant. It took me a few seconds to process the sensations that came so strong and sudden. Jess' mouth felt warm and vigorous. I looked down at my groin, as if to make sure that what I thought was happening was actually occurring. I saw my wet penis penetrate and withdraw from his handsome face and felt his tongue exploring my length. Jess' two hands on my bottom directed my lower half in and out, in and out. I could feel his fingertips in my crack, probing and caressing and causing feelings in my body to intensify, like a water balloon being overfilled. Jess took his right hand off my butt and caressed my balls, which were tight and drawn up against my body. At that moment, the water balloon burst. I felt my abdomen clench, and the exuberant feeling of an orgasm traversed the length of my penis. My cock discharged its skimpy load deep in Jess' throat; he held me so tight that his nose was pressed against my groin and my penis was completely buried in his face. After the spasms of my climax subsided, Jess pulled his mouth off me and gave me gentle kisses on the skin of my lower abdomen just above my penis. "You planted your seed in me," he said. "We're connected in this world now, like we were in past lives." l knew the "past lives" talk was bunk, but the fact that Jess believed in a mystical bond made me feel important. My legs went weak. I sat next to Jess on the sand as my penis deflated and my breath heaved. I felt Jess' hand on my back. "How'd that feel, Indigo?" he asked. "Good," i said, then realizing I sounded meek, I said it again. "Good!" "Thought so," he said. "You came really fast." Despite the fact that I'd just had an orgasm, the feeling of Jess' hand on my back and the warmth of his naked body next to me was reigniting the spark of lust that resided in my lower body. I looked at Jess' midsection. His long, straight erection and taut ball sack were visible in the moonlight. "Can I touch your... hard-on?" I asked, using Jess' word. Jess grabbed my left hand and placed it on his cock. My fingers wrapped around the stiff length. It felt warm and big. My own penis returned to life. "You feel it right?" Jess asked. "The energy flowing from my penis through your hand and into you." I did feel it... A buzzing, soft current was traveling through my body and collecting in the area just behind my balls, like a battery being recharged. My own penis stood at full attention, ready to return to service. Jess put his hand on my erection and we caressed each other with soft, slow strokes. "Stand up," Jess instructed. I stood next to him and he dusted the sand off my butt. It was a repeat of the first time Jess had touched me that afternoon, but now it was charged with sexual intent. Jess pulled me into a position standing in front of his seated body, facing away from him towards the dark lake. I felt his hands on my hips then his lips and tongue in my butt crack. I gasped. It was a sensation that was surprising and thrilling. The concept that a mouth and a bottom would meet during lovemaking had never occurred to me, and at any other time I would have found it gross. But in this instance I was launched into a new stratus of sensuality. Jess reached around and gripped my penis as his tongue probed the cleft of my bottom, poking at my butthole with an insistent, rhythmic prodding. A micro-climate of warm, wet eroticism enveloped my backside and the lower half of my body felt sensitive and alive, as if melted butter had replaced the blood in my veins. Jess took his hand off my cock. I jumped when I felt his finger on my hole. It was dryer, cooler and stiffer than his tongue. "Just relax -- relax your core. Let any stress flow out of you like water going down a bathtub drain,"Jess instructed. I tried to do what Jess said, though I didn't quite understand it. I let my body hang limp. And then Jess touched something inside me. Something in me that wanted and needed to be touched. My erect penis jerked with excitement. "Feel good?" Jess asked in a voice just above a whisper. I grunted "yes," with a puff of breath. "Can I put my penis in your bottom?" Jess asked in an even smaller voice. I'd heard about "butt-fucking." It was something kids at school joked about. I knew it existed, and I knew gay guys did it, but it had seemed weird and alien. Now it was here. The neurons firing through my nervous system continued to carry blissful messages from my lower body to my brain. I wanted Jess to do it. The warm, stiff member which I'd just held in my hand had imprinted itself on me and I wanted to feel it inside me. The effects of the joint had loosened my inhibitions and I was open to things I never would have considered before tonight. "Ok..." I answered with a quiver in my voice. Jess removed a small tube from his tote and squeezed some gel on his hands, then rubbed it in the crack of my bottom. "Lube," he said to the question I hadn't even asked. Jess guided my body toward the same fig tree I'd hidden behind earlier in the day. "Lean against that," he instructed, than stood behind me and put his hands on my hips. I felt the warm head of his cock poking against my back side. "Breathe out," he instructed. "Let the water go down the bathtub drain." I tried to relax my body, concentrating on my bottom. Jess pushed against me with force and I gasped. I felt him enter me. I was surprised by how quick it happened. "Sometimes it's better to rip off the Band-Aid," he said. I was confused by the comment. Jess' hands remained on my hips as he began the rhythmic sway, pushing himself inside me then withdrawing, then back, increasing his pace with every thrust. I watched my own hard cock bounce with each push of his body into mine. "This is it," I thought to myself. "This is what having sex feels like." The intimacy of two bodies pressed against each other, being propelled at an escalating tempo by the larger partner, was a new and wondrous experience. I had nothing in my past to compare it to, and would spend the rest of my life chasing it. I heard Jess grunt at the apex of a forceful thrust as he impaled me to the depth of my insides. His hands held my body against his front side as his cock remained rooted at maximum penetration. I sensed it more than felt it, but I knew he was ejaculating inside me. The pulsing contractions of his muscled abdomen confirmed it. After Jess' body relaxed we held that position for what seemed like minutes. This was the first part of our lovemaking that disconcerted me. Was it common for people to remain in position after they'd made love? I could feel Jess' chin on my shoulder and his heaving chest against my back. He reached around and stroked my still hard cock for a few seconds, then withdrew and sat on the ground. I looked at him. "Now your seed is planted in me," I said. I knew it was nonsense, but I wanted the semen in my guts to be as magic as Jess said it was - a substance that would keep us connected over time and space. Jess stood up and hugged me with his wet, limp cock pushing against my lower abdomen. "That was amazing, young warrior. I have to go, but I'll be here tomorrow night at the same time," he whispered. "I will too!" I answered without even thinking. Jess picked up his tote and disappeared into the woods. I paddled back to the dock and returned to the lake cabin. Creeping back into the tent I heard Matthew's measured breathing. I fell asleep in seconds. I spent the next day amped up, trying to remain calm while inwardly screaming: "Jess and I had sex! And we're going to do it again tonight!" I was half-hard the entire day, counting the hours until I could return to the beach. Jess and I met up at midnight. I told him my family was leaving the lake on Sunday. That left us that night and the next to resume our carnal pursuits. Jess let me suck his cock but I couldn't make him cum in my mouth like he'd done to me. I let him cum in my ass again. On my last night at the lake Jess fucked me twice. As we lay next to each other on the sand after our second act, each of us tired and content, Jess told me we'd be connected forever. "Will you come back next year?" Jess asked with a hint of melancholy. "Yes!" I said without hesitation. We stood up and Jess gave me a long, silent hug. "Goodbye Indigo Boy," he whispered. "See you next summer." *** The idea of reconnecting with Jess frequented my thoughts all year. This was before texting and e-mail. Asking him for his address or phone number was out of the question. I wasn't a letter writer or a phone talker. When my family returned to Emerald Lake the next summer I made Matthew float south with me toward the nude beach on the first afternoon. My insides churned with giddiness as I scanned the beach from my inner tube. But I grew alarmed when I couldn't spot Jess. Dark thoughts banged around in my head. Maybe he'd forgotten about me, or that we were supposed to reconnect again. He was probably with his "old lady," whoever she was. And I was probably just one of many guys he had invited for midnight meet-ups with his corny spiritual mumbo jumbo. Then I heard a familiar voice from behind me in the water. "Aloha, Indigo... You've grown your hair long. I like it." END