From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summertime
Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 15:38:29 GMT

He loved summer not only because there were no classes, but because of the
weather. Of course it wasn't just the weather itself.
In the summer, nobody wore shirts and few wore long pants. His southern town
was well known for it humidity. Weekends found almost the entire population
hiking in the shaded paths of the woods or engaging in various sports on the
lake about thirty miles away.
It was then that he had the most fun. Not in the woods or at the lake but back
home in his own town.
The streets were practically void of traffic. The stores closed at noon on
Saturday and none were opened on Sunday.
But there were people in town....the very ones he fantasized about. And
eventually he made those fantasies become real.
Even weekdays were fun however. The thick bare thighs of men of all ages were
clearly visable. The flat bellied bucks and the pounchs of older men were
everywhere.
In small stores he could inhale the odor that always excited him..the one he
had first realized he loved while in the school locker room. The musk, sweat
and male odor chilled his insides and excited his penis.
Baseball games on empty lots weekdays were filled with near naked boys his own
age, running, yelling, straining, cursing, wrestling and sweating.
Weekends those same lots presented a much smaller group...ones that couldn't
get out of town. And the guys he preferred. They were bored, horny and willing
to explore things that during the week they dare not.
As the afternoons got hotter, they would find shelter under trees, in
basements even under houses.
There in the somewhat cooler atmosphere and often dim lights hands would
fondle and mouths would swallow.
He and three kids sought escape from the sun one day when they were very
young. And crawled under the porch of one of the boys' homes. It was a
private place, a clubhouse and nothing else was there except for an occasional
bug or two.
It was there they tasted their first beer, smoked their first cigarette and
shared the joys of masturbation. 
It was there too, that hands that stroked their own erections stretched out to
stroke others and bare skin was soon splattered with sperm from each other.
"Wanna go to the porch" became synonymous with boy to boy sexual play after
then and they went there often.
Weekends were better because he could go to another persons home. Even the
living rooms or bedrooms were ok since it was common for nobody else to be at
home.
The big hand that rested on his bare back one Saturday afternoon as he sat on
the grass belonged to the Hardware store owner. Miller was a pleasant man who
seemed to be friendly to all the younger men in town. He didn't mind the hand
stroking his back..in fact it turned him on.
So he accepted the offer of lemonade and asked if he should invite others.
Miller said he wanted to talk alone.
The Lemonade tasted good and the mans hands on his bare chest and stomach felt
good too.
He didn't mind as his cutoffs were unbuttoned and let fall to the ground.
He loved the compliments that Miller gave him admiring his jockey shorts. And
he hesitated but complied when the man asked if he could take photos of him
without them.
The shower was warm. Miller said it would cool him off. And it did. He stepped
from the stall as Miller took more photos of him. He smiled, made faces, held
his dick, bent over and posed in funny ways. Miller loved them all.
He undressed the older man and inhaled the mans armpits. Miller seemed
surprised but loved the attention. He smelled the older mans crotch and held
the mans cock and balls like religious icons.
They wrestled naked awhile...but decided it was too hot for that. He lifted
Miller's arms and licked the mans armpits.
The afternoon found the two sucking each others cocks until sperm flowed over
both of them.
He refused the offer of the cloth saying he wanted to smell the mans on him.
With honest curiosity he looked at the small trunk in which Miller kept his
"special toys".
And as he sighed, he felt one slide between his buttocks. It was an afternoon
of fun, learning and expanding his world of private fun.
Miller left town on some weekends and he could invite special friends to the
house. 
There he would use the heat as an excuse to strip down and encourage his guest
to do the same.
His mouth and hands would exchange pleasures and maybe the toys would be
revealed too.
Miller knew and said it was ok.
As the months and years passed, his activities continued and expanded.
Everyone seemed to like him. The daily drives to the junior college expanded
his private fun even more. Friends would return with him to share the
weekends.
His parents were thrilled he hadn't moved away like so many other kids had
done.
And the summers would broil the air..making shirts and long pants disappear.
It was another one of those weekends that a friend from his college visited.
He took his classmate to Miller's house and they enjoyed a day of hedonistic
pleasures that included oral and anal sex...toys and exploration of new
pleasures.
Miller was there too and enjoyed watching and participating. It was he who
introduced the bondage activities and hot wax too. And it was Miller who had
long ago exchanged his still photo camera for a video camera.
The three sat in the darkened living room watching the videotape that night
and getting so aroused that more sex was enjoyed.
As he grew older, graduated college, opened a store selling stationary, his
activities continued. Miller had passed away and left the hardware store to a
relative and the home to him.
The toys were his now....the bedroom his...the garden his and the small
basment his too.
It became a weekend escape for those who needed shade and other things. The
backyard pool he added became an acceptable excuse for the town men to visit.
The bedroom, shower, living room, kitchen and guest bedroom were usually
active as well.
And in the basement, some more activities occurred that reflected the
expansion of his interests into kink.
When he died the chapel was full of boys, young men, college age kids, peers
and older men. They sat in silence each thinking about the private times with
him. There were more then a few erections hidden by the black trousers they
wore.
Even the minister's words hid the cleric's own memories of his good friend who
used to grab his butt when wrestling on the baseball field.
One young man, who had inherited his house wandered through it as he had done
for the few years he had been there. He was tall, lean and naked. It was his
freedom from the humidity, his personal preference, his rebellion against
society's view of his kind and his tribute to the man who had shared so much.
Like the man, he loved the odor, scent and taste of another man.
He missed his favorite one now. As he sat on the deceased man's bed, he
inhaled deeply to capture any scent that remained. He held his own erection
and stroked slowly while a few miles away other men sang hymns in memory.
And as he released his sperm into the air, he muttered out the mans name in
homage.
It was a hot humid summer like always.