Bryan James McDowell by Solar Fox He was fourteen, his voice had just changed. Last summer his mother had laughed at him as he sat in his bedroom trying to sing "Stairway To Heaven" when his voice would crack every time Robert Plant hit the high notes. His voice wasn't that much deeper now, really. His light brown hair wasn't any darker. Because of the fact that he had moved to Atlanta two years ago from Phoenix, Arizona, he naturally had dark skin from a lot of natural exposure to the sun. He had haled from Phoenix; his old man had worked there. Now his mom and his old man were divorced. He was about five feet, seven inches tall now and he really wasn't through growing. His smile was definitely boyish, but at the same time it was radiant, enlightening. At this moment as we join Bryan, it is June, 1989. It is but the last week of school and then summer vacation begins, in a mere three days. Bryan is wearing a white shirt that naturally draws out the darkness of his larger-than-life Arizona tan. His legs have some hair on them, but it is light baby hair, pre-pubertal hair. He is wearing a pair of cut-offs that only accentuate his legs and general appearance all the more, and the fact that his all-white socks stop at the ankle certainly bring out the best in Bryan today that anything could. He smiles now as he is about half through a page that he is to complete. If he completes this page, here, now, he will have no homework tonight. Looking up, Syd Fletcher sits one aisle over, looking up a work assignment similar to Bryan's. Finding a snatch of bravery, Bryan looks in Syd's direction, and snakes him, misses. "Damn," thought Bryan. "I can't snake worth shit today.." Again, he tries to snake a stream on Syd. This one catches Syd squarely on the back of the neck. Syd looked up from his work, over at Bryan and knew exactly what had transpired. A faint smile formed on Syd's lips. Bryan smiled back. Bryan completed the work and left it on the teacher's desk. Soon this, the last class of the day, was over. Bryan watched as Syd, who wasn't far from turning fourteen, walked out of the class. As opposed to Bryan's shorts, Syd was wearing faded blue jeans and a grey T-shirt. Actually it was a 96 ROCK T-shirt, but the principal had already scolded him once and told him that if he were going to wear the shirt, he was to wear it wrong-side-out. Reluctantly, Syd had agreed, but felt as though his personal rights had been violated. Indeed they had. After all, he wasn't exactly punching a time clock here. But he did know that, at least until he was sixteen, he was forced to go to school. Bryan caught Syd just outside the restroom. "Cool," said Syd. "Can you teach me to snake?" "Yeah dude.. you just.. open your mouth," Bryan demonstrated, "pull your tongue back, kinda like you do when you yawn.. lotta people snake by accident when they yawn.. you'll know you've snaked after you do it, cause it makes your mouth feel funny.." "Oh," said Syd, trying it now. Bryan started giggling, thinking how his last remark sounded. Casually he walked into the restroom now, somehow Syd followed him, Syd not really having to use it, but somehow he felt a clinging to Bryan now. Somehow he had for the last month, but now with summer coming on and the last few days of school, it was somehow getting stronger. Bryan said nothing as Syd watched him pull out his dick and proceeded to urinate into the urinal. Suddenly, Syd had his eyes glued to the male organ, as though he were in some sort of trance. Other guys were coming in and using other urinals, and leaving. One had come in, realized that Syd was looking at him, and had left, snickering. It didn't seem to faze either one of them. Before Bryan had shoved his dick back into his underwear, Syd had caught a glimpse of some pubic hair around his dick. Some of it had found the opening that Bryan had made with his fly. Syd didn't have any of that yet. "You're.. not going to pee?" Bryan commented before they left the restroom. Bryan was himself eager to see how big Syd's dick was, especially after he knew in the back of his mind that Syd had just seen his. Syd smiled; something told him that Bryan was, in fact, interested in seeing him. Bryan returned the smile. "Don't have to go real bad, but since I'm in here.." he said, pulling it out. He certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of. A small stream trickled out of his penis, as Bryan stood even with his hands on his hips, watching Syd. It wasn't working; problem was that Syd's tool was stiffening. Right before Bryan's eyes. Bryan knew what was going on, too. "Nice dick there," commented Bryan. "Perhaps it might find its way over to my house..." "What?!" quizzed Syd. "I mean, uh.. where do you live?" "Fletcher Street.. about two blocks from the fire station." "Shit! Uh.. bet you wake up every time the engine makes a run.." "Naw. Used to it by now... lived there all my life.. where do you live?" "In that same subdivision, off Cherry Court.. it's a culdesack." "Yeah, I know where that is.." "Wanna.. come over today?" "Yeah.. I can. Do you.. know any short-cuts from the school?" said Syd. "Uh-huh," said Bryan, nodding and taking a whiff. He liked the smell of boys' rooms. Syd obviously wasn't in any hurry to leave either. Slowly, the boys walked out of the restroom and into the hall. Bryan watched Syd chunk his books into his locker, then Syd followed Bryan to his locker. Then, both boys walked out the back door. Syd followed Bryan as he went behind a wooden fence here behind the school. This put them out in a neighborhood that Syd had never seen before. "If we go this way," Bryan was saying, "we can probably make it home in about twenty minutes." "Damn, it usually takes me thirty," said Syd. "That's why this is called a 'short-cut'..." As Syd followed Bryan through the neighborhood, looking at houses, Syd began to think back about the experience in the restroom. Why hadn't Bryan called him "funny" or something, or at least told him to stop looking at him? It seemed to Syd like he was actually trying to call attention to it! Their pace slowed a little now, and Syd was walking shoulder-to-shoulder with his new friend. "This is neat," commented Syd, subconsciously looking down to Bryan's groin area. Syd couldn't be sure if Bryan was.. well, stiff or not at the moment. For a moment he felt stupid, for even looking. "What am I, some kind of pervert?" he thought, looking now where they were going. A cement truck was ahead of them now, pouring a load of cement in the middle of the street, so they had to cut through someone's yard to make the turn onto Fite Street. As they did, a small Yorkshire Terrier on some old lady's porch began to bark out a warning. "Aw, shuddup!" yelled Bryan as they rounded the corner. Syd was looking at Bryan's dark black hair; it looked long in back and flowing. Syd's hair was long too and a dark brown. A boy about twelve years old was on a bicycle coming the opposite way. Syd was a little surprised when he saw Bryan stop, turn and look at the boy just as Syd himself did. Syd was thinking, "Wow, what a stud..." it wouldn't have been so surprising now if Bryan had thought the exact same thing. "Cool dude," Syd commented. "Yeah pretty cool.." said Bryan, smiling. "But you're way cooler.." "Thanks man.. you're way cool too.." Soon, they were walking up Bryan's driveway, into Bryan's house, and after Syd met Bryan's mom and got themselves a Coke out of the 'fridge, they paraded into Bryan's bedroom. Bryan closed the door, and - locked it. Syd saw the skateboard over in the corner of his bedroom. Syd skated too; he didn't know that Bryan did because Bryan had never ridden it to school, just around the neighborhood. Immediately, Bryan took his shirt off. Syd saw just how thin Bryan was now; it was easy to see the outline of Bryan's ribs and the skin directly behind his belly button; his tits were small and almost nonexistant. Yet his stomach was about as brown as a vanilla wafer. The top of his Fruit Of The Looms were showing now, quite a sharp contrast on Syd's eyes - the dark skin, and the bright, white band of the underwear, standing out like a pair of fluorescent socks or something. "Shit..." moaned Syd, softly, but loudly enough for Bryan to hear. "What?" "You... look killer, man. I mean, you got a good tan.." "Thanks," replied Bryan, who felt certain that Syd was springing for whatever bait that he was using on his line. Next, Bryan took off his shoes. He was obviously in no gigantic rush either. That was okay with Syd, who was now taking off his shirt. "Just thought I'd take mine off too," he said, not at all embarrassed. He didn't have anything to be embarrassed OF. After all, aside from being just a bit more pale, Syd's body looked just as good as Bryan's. "I skate too, man," said Syd, matter-of-factly. "Yeah? I thought so," said Bryan, now just wearing his blue shorts that he was wearing to school today. "We'll have to kinda skate around some.." He reached in with his finger and adjusted the position of his shorts. "You look good, too, real good," added Bryan. "Betcha work out with weights." "Nahh," answered Syd. "Not really, heh. Do you?" "Some, not a whole lot. Andrew, my older brother had a set and before he moved back to Phoenix, I used to work out with them about twice a week.." "Oh really? When did he move back?" "Last April," said Bryan. "He's twenty-five.." Bryan nervously adjusted his shorts again, but this time the tale was almost told. He was almost totally brick-hard, and no matter how his shorts were adjusted it was probably going to show. He had almost six inches to hide, and it wasn't going to be easy. Unable to hold back, Bryan reached over and casually ran his hand over Syd's stomach, and up to his dime-sized nipples. He just knew that Syd was going to think something suspicious, after this sudden, new move. "Sorry," said Bryan, explaining, "he just wanted to see how firm Syd's stomach was..." Yeah, right. And it snows in Georgia in mid-July too, by the way. "That's okay," said Syd, sucking in his belly now to a point that you could almost see his ribs as well as he could see Bryan's. He reached over and ran his hand down Bryan's stomach. Goosebumps formed on Bryan's arms as Syd did this. After doing this once, Syd took his hand off Bryan. "Do.. can.. would you do that one more time?" asked Bryan. "Well, yeah," answered Syd, running his hand down Bryan's belly again, then back up. Syd could remotely see that Bryan's nipples were a little rigid in the centers now. As his hand was back at the top of Bryan's chest, he came close to the nipple, his eyes never leaving it, drew a circle just inside its small diameter. Getting braver, he took his thumb and forefinger now and lightly played with the pertruding center. He did this lightly for a few moments. "D-damn," uttered Bryan, very quietly. "S-so I'm not the only one that.." "That what?" asked Syd. "That.. knows that that feels.. interesting.." "Yeah.. I know," said Syd. "I.. hope it doesn't bother you.. if it does, I'm sorry.." he said, removing his hand as if on reflex. "No no no no no!" said Bryan. "It doesn't bother me at all.. I like it, dude.." he said, reaching for Syd's nipples and reciprocating the generousity. It wasn't long until both boys were doing this to both of each other's titties. Both were smiling at each other, and managed to walk together like this over to the bed, and sat on it. Syd kicked off his shoes, and was just wearing his socks on his feet now. Only now, Syd was gradually getting braver. "Bryan, what kind of underwear do you wear?" "Fruit Of The Looms, dude." "Yeah? Me too.." Sitting on the bed like this, Syd could see the "pooch" in Bryan's shorts real well now. He wanted so badly to touch it now, just to prove to himself that it was hard, just as his own was now. Actually, Syd's was almost as noticeable. "I just might.. strip to my underwear," said Bryan. "I hope you don't mind, I just feel so damned tight in these shorts.." he said as he stood up and stepped out of them, his bright underwear gleaming. "Nahh, I really would rather see you in your underwear," Syd hinted. "Really?! Why?" asked Bryan, giggling. "Well, the more I see, the more I like.." Syd said, all the braver. "Oohh.." uttered Bryan. "I see. Well, just how much do you want to see, dude?" asked Bryan as his boner was quite noticeable now, and he was pulling out the elastic of the underwear, stretching it, and easing it slowly back against his waist. Syd was eating this up like a T-bone steak dinner. "Wanna.. take off those jeans? You can if you want.. I don't mind seeing your underpants either," opted Bryan. "Sure," said Syd, unbuckling this tight belt, unsnapping the jeans and dropping them to the floor. He kicked them aside. "How.. big is your dick?" asked Syd. "My dick? Well, look for yourself!" answered Bryan, pulling the elastic way back and down now, down past his balls. Everything was in full view now.. and it made Syd burst at the seams. "S-shit! It's huge!" he said. It certainly had a nice diameter. "Want me to.. take my underwear all the way off, man?" he said, persuasively. "Ye-yeah.. you can.." said Syd. Bryan dropped his drawers. There, surrounded by brown pubic hair, was his peter. Bryan saw him reach inside his underwear and feel his own dick now. "Why don'tcha let me see yours, if you want?" he asked. Syd complied. Syd's underwear fell at his feet in one quick swoop. Syd's penis wasn't as big around, but it was certainly no less stimulated right now than Bryan's. Syd watched as Bryan wrapped his hand around his dick, and slid the hand up and down the shaft a few times. Then he took the hand off and Syd reached for it, felt it. To Bryan it seemed to stiffen even more at the touch of someone else's hand. "Mmm," he moaned. Syd felt of his balls too, they had some hair on them; Syd's balls didn't have any. "Do you ever.. play with yourself?" asked Bryan. "With.. my dick?" "Yeah.." "Yeah, sometimes.." confirmed Syd. "It feels real good.. heh.." "Yeah I know! Does any white stuff ever come out?" "White stuff? No.. why.. is it supposed to?" "Well, not if it isn't yet. You're thirteen; it probably will in another few months.." "What kinda white stuff?" "Heh.. sperm.. semen.. ever heard of it?" "Yeah.. in science class.." "That's sex ed. You had sex ed and you probably didn't know it. Were they talking about vaginas and all that?" "Uh-huh," Syd answered slowly. "Can you shoot sperm?" "Yeah.. I can.. you wanna see me do it?" asked Bryan, grinning widely. "Yeahhh.." said Syd. "Does it do that when you.. get a good sensation?" "Yep. Right when you start really.. feeling.. good.. I've shot it on my ceiling before.." Slowly, Bryan started messing with his dick. It was hard, from looking at Syd and just talking about sperm. Anytime Bryan THOUGHT of sperm, he got hard. He'd.. creamed his underwear up really good before; so good once that he had to peel out of it just like the skin off a banana. Bryan's dick was getting firm now and very warm. Syd played with his nipples some and Bryan almost couldn't stand it because it felt so good. Within a matter of a couple of minutes, he was cumming. Syd held out his hands in front of it and a few ropes of Bryan's sperm shot out into them. It felt warm. Syd smelled it. Bryan rubbed what was left into his cock; he moaned and ruffled the hair on his balls. "That's sperm," Bryan pointed out. "I've tasted it before." "What's it taste like?" "Taste it and find out! It's cool!" said Bryan. Syd tasted it out of the palm of his hand; it was slightly sweet and a little salty, and it was strong. "Damn.. it's.. cool stuff," said Syd, licking the palms of his hand in earnest now. He had eaten every drop of it that had shot onto his hand by now. "Does that gross you out?" asked Bryan. "Nope.. not really, it's kinda interesting.." "Yeah," said Bryan. "That's the stuff that makes babies.." "I KNOW that!" said Syd. "That's gross though.." "Yeah.. babies are kinda gross.." They both laughed about it. Bryan pulled his underwear back on and looked at Syd, who was still hard. My friend Syd was real hard now, and I wanted to see him jack his pole a little. He looked at me, and told me that he liked the way I looked, even in my underwear. He asked me to stand up straight and tall, and put my hands on my hips. I did, and he started playing with his weenie. It had a pretty big head and it was nice looking, it made mine stiffen some inside my underwear but he said that he just wanted to 'do it' while I was standing there in my Fruit Of The Looms. He was real close to being fired up, and he asked me to do something that he said I thought would be stupid. He wanted me to take off my underwear and to try on his. So I took off my underwear and threw it on the bed - he started SNIFFING of it! I picked up his underwear off the floor that really looked just like mine, and put them on. It kinda amazed me that they weren't tight on me or anything. I swayed my hips a little, and he could see my balls flapping around inside his underwear. He was so close he could hardly stand it. But, as I was thrashing around, my dick somehow came out of the front of his underwear, you know, where you let it out when you take a leak or something, all by itself. Then that was when he really went berserk, he rolled around on my bed and really went apeshit. He had to have cum.. only he didn't shoot any. I guess he was like I was before I could shoot stuff out. In a way that was kinda cool, because I never messed anything up, but now it was cool too because I could kinda.. well, get some proof that I had done it. I took off his underwear now and found out that we both wore the same size! Yep, even the same size pants! I thought that was kinda cool. I wanted Syd to be able to spend the night and everything, he wanted to too, but there was still school tomorrow. Summer vacation wasn't but two days away now and we seriously talked about doing it Friday night. He was going to ask his mom. We got our clothes back on. I got my skateboard and we walked over to his house so he could get his skateboard. It wasn't quite six o'clock and I wanted to use all the time well that I could before I had to go to bed. I never really liked going to bed at night, I always remember from about the time I was seven or eight that I wanted to stay up until at least one a.m. Then the only reason I'd go to bed was well, to play with my weenie. Then there was the time that I liked to piss in my underwear when I woke up in the morning, then wear it wet to school.. I never will forget that time that I did that and as soon as I got to class, it dripped all down my leg and onto the floor, not to mention soaking the shit out of my pants. I kinda liked it, but I think it was because I liked watching other guys pee because I could see their dicks and all. I kinda thought it was neat watching all that stuff come out a guy's dick and I still do really. One thing I like to do is to see if the guy has as big of one as me - or bigger. Syd's is a little smaller than mine, even when he's on the boner, but in a few years that might change. I hope I know him all my life.. he's almost like a brother to me. Neither one of us have any brothers or sisters. I guess it was something in the way of something killer that we both started looking at each other's bodies as quickly as we did. I'll always admire that in Syd. I can't wait to see him starting to get some little hairs around it - hehehe!!!! Bryan, now in Syd's bedroom, asked Syd if he minded if he had a look around at some of Syd's stuff. "Sure man, I don't care.." he said. Syd opened the door to his walk-in closet. He looked at all the shelves, there were some games, though not a lot. Neither Syd nor Bryan had ever been much on playing board games - the ones that Syd had acquired had mainly been as Christmas gifts. As Bryan was looking through Syd's closet, he could hear Syd moving about behind him, but he didn't turn around to see what he was doing. Rather he kept examining the closet shelves. There - he saw it now. There were about six pint-size jars over in the right corner of the closet, all of them had lids on them, From the faint light, the material contained therein had a dark yellowish color to it. Instantly, Bryan had an idea as to what it was and he started to get a little stiff in his underwear. "Ahoy, matey!" said Syd now. "Cap'n Wedgie on board! Ya might have to walk da plank!" Syd had taken off all his clothes, and placed his underwear on his head, he had twisted the excess cloth around so that it almost looked like a turbon. Bryan looked back and saw him naked, and saw his dickey flipping and flopping around as he moved. He seemed to be wriggling it on purpose; he seemed to be moving those hips in a perfect sway. As Bryan looked at him now, Syd just giggled, more like a little seven-year-old than the nearly-fourteen that he really was. Damn, did he ever have his trust now in Bryan.. more than he ever had in anyone else in his life. The last several hours had been wild. Uncontrollably, Bryan reached down to Syd's crotch and feverishly felt the dick as it began to expand. "Hee-hee," giggled Syd, just as uncontrollably as Bryan's impulse to reach in that area. He even gave Bryan a little peck on the cheek as they sat on the edge of Syd's bed now, which wasn't all that different from Bryan's. Syd put his hand on the head of his own dick and began to feel around the piss opening. "What's.. that stuff in there in the umm.. jars in yer closet?" asked Bryan. "Oh.. just a little scientific experiment I was kinda conducting..." "Oh. Well it looks damn interesting!" "Thanks man. Well, it might gross you out.." "I doubt it," Bryan strongly replied. "It's.. piss.." said Syd, a bit downcast, thinking that it would upset Bryan to hear of something that he thought might be "unrealistic" or something. A smile came to Bryan's lips now. "Is it.. your piss? I mean, did you pee in those jars?" "Y-yeahhhh.. I did. Crazy project, huh?" "No, it isn't dude. I mean, do you remember when you did it?" "Last month. My mom was throwing out these jars, and I just kinda.. retrieved them. Then, since I didn't have anything to put in 'em... I kinda.. wee-wee'd in them.." "Cool," said Bryan. "It doesn't sound silly?" "Nahh.." assured his friend. There was a moment of silence. "Do you ever.. like to pee on yourself?" asked Bryan. A smile formed on Syd's lips. "Yeah, sometimes. I like the.. way it smells, or something." "Yeah? Bet you like how warm it feels too.." "Yeahhhh.." Syd said slowly, getting noticeably stiff now. He was slowly moving his hand up and down his dick. "Yeah," said Bryan, "and I like to feel it roll down my balls, then when I cum I feel my load roll down right after it.. all hot and steamy.." "Damn!" said Syd, playing with it. "You.. know what?" "What?" "That sounds like something I'd say, if I could sperm!" "Hey dude.. come with me," said Bryan, getting off the bed and walking with Syd to the bathroom. They closed the door behind them. Bryan unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out of them. "Stand in the bathtub, dude.. I don't want to get your floor all wet.." "What ya going to do?" "I'm going to piss on you.." "Dude!" said Syd, stepping into the tub. Slowly a stream came out of Bryan's dick, Bryan had it pointed at Syd's peter, and it began to get Syd wet. Fact was that Bryan had to go bad, and once his hardon loosened its grip slightly, he began to realize just how badly he had to go. Soon after giving Syd's dick and balls a good soaking, he found himself lifting the stream higher, above Syd's belly button. Before Bryan was through, he had wet Syd's chest, and Syd had turned around and Bryan had sprayed him right in the butt. Syd had at least one orgasm, a dry one, before they were finished. Bryan watched as Syd jerked off, now that he was too drained to pee any more. As Syd's dick was coming back to its original flacid state, he looked at Bryan. "Want me to.. pee on you?" he asked. "Yeah.. sure.." answered Bryan, getting ready to get coated with his best friend's urine. It started, then stopped. Then it started again, and he began to wet Bryan's dick and balls. Bryan felt it as it streamed off the tiny hairs extending from his balls. He felt the warmth hit his bare feet. He kissed Syd on top of the head. Then Bryan looked directly at the flow of Syd's pee as he seemed to be forcing it out stronger now; the stream became quite wide to at least the width of the young boy's pee slit. He pointed it up and wet Bryan's chest, just as Bryan had wet his. Some even splashed on Bryan's chin. Before Syd had stopped, Bryan had knelt down in front of him and was sipping some right from Syd's spout - then he found himself sucking Syd's dick! Bryan stroked his own at the same time, the whole time licking and sucking Syd, whom he had only drempt of doing this with in his wildest fantasies. He never in a million years had thought this possible. Soon Bryan was about to shoot his sperm, and he stood up, directing it onto Syd's dick and balls, coating them in a solid sheet of white. This acted as a lubricant for Syd, and at once he again came in his own private dry orgasm. Both boys were in sheer ecstasy. They rubbed one another's dicks now as they slowly began to go back to their regular size. As Syd felt of Bryan's dick, he also ran his hand though Bryan's patch of curly pubic hair. Then finally, Bryan mused his sticky fingers playfully through Syd's brown, thick head of hair. "Shower?" he asked. "Sure," said Syd, "but we'll both have to use my washrag. I wouldn't want my mom..." "Yeah, yeah.. I know, that's cool. I'll wash your hair, too.." said Bryan, reaching for the tube of Prell. Slowly Syd cut on the water, getting the temperature quite comfortable and then cut on the showerhead. The sticky stuff drooled off of the boys and in a few moments it was ancient history. Bryan soaped up his friend's hair and washed it as well as his own. Syd had the washrag and soaped up well around their private areas - which were not so private anymore, at least to each other. They were going to make it a point that they would never be that "private" ever again. Soon they were out of the shower, and as Syd's mom was now in her bedroom, they shuffled quickly to Syd's room, Syd only in his jockey shorts, Bryan in full clothing. Syd got dressed all but for his shirt and, looking at a clock, it was a quarter past six. There was school tomorrow. Still, Syd and Bryan went outside on the driveway of the house, and began showing off moves. Syd was busy showing off handplants and Bryan had no trouble seeing the underwear right beneath Syd's shorts as he bent over. There was only occasional traffic going through the neighborhood, and there was a guy older than the two of them across the street, shooting baskets. "Syd." "Yeah?" "I dare you to.. lift your leg and show me your dick, just for a second." It was the location and the way Syd was dressed that prompted him to ask for such a quick request. Quickly, Syd yanked up the leg of his shorts and his underwear at the same time and surely enough, he was able to fully expose his penis and balls, even dressed like this. He lowered the shorts though just as quickly. Bryan didn't blame him. Next time, Bryan was going to wear shorts, too. Maybe not even any underwear. Standing now on the driveway, both of them holding their skateboards by their sides, they looked in the direction of he older guy. "Who's he?" asked Bryan. "That's Paul Dressen," answered Syd. "He goes to the same school we do, he's a junior.. he's seventeen." He was somewhat taller than the other two, but not that much taller than Bryan. Paul had a younger sister, but no brothers. Since his sister was ten and a half, he kinda considered himself an "only child" too, but he never really associated with Syd. Perhaps he considered Syd "too young" to be a real friend or something. Until today, Syd had really admired Paul from afar, but all of a sudden while he still admired Paul, Paul wasn't everything. It seemed like Bryan was. Bryan playfully patted Syd on the stomach now, softly. Paul still wasn't really looking, he was too absorbed in this basketball shooting that he was doing at the moment. They decided not to mess with Paul; it was too far-fetched of an idea and so Bryan told Syd about a really cool place that he knew about - a small stream they could go to for a little while, perhaps until close to dark. So, Bryan leading, they skated down past Bryan's house to a dead-end street. They got off their boards here and trekked through a thick maze of weeds, downed tree limbs and other things that would slow down even the most advanced woods hiker. After walking a good quarter mile, there it was - a small stream that seemed to flow through the middle of nowhere. They put their skateboards down on the ground and sat on them. Looking at each other, they snickered at one another. Bryan looked at his watch and saw that they still had plenty of time to relax here and still get home before their curfew. The boys had their shirts off and were wiping their faces with them. The humidity was rather high and there hadn't been any real steady rainfall in a few weeks now, only occasional brief afternoon bursts. Bryan looked at Syd, seemingly as Syd would look at himself if he were looking in a mirror. "Now I know what you meant when you said I looked good," said Syd. "What's that?" "You meant that I looked so good that you'd like to touch me. I feel that way about you too." "Yeah.. you.. didn't seem paranoid about it," said Bryan. "Heh.. I know, you didn't either. So many people ARE. I like lettin' you see what I look like.." Bryan smiled. As the setting sun shone through the trees, it glistened in Syd's hair. Even though Bryan's hair was so dark black that it really couldn't glisten, it looked clean, "pretty" if you will. "Syd, do you.. mind me staring at you?" "No! I'm staring at you, if that's okay.." "Of course not.. if I haven't said it, I.. really like you a hell of a lot.." It.. was one of those things that didn't have to be said. Still, the feeling was very, very mutual. And it was quite understood. Bryan looked at me and his eyes were bright. Somehow he reminded me a little bit of Tom Cruise or something. Or at least someone I could never see enough of. Like one of my cousins that I never saw anymore, Tommy. He's my age and he's real cool. I haven't seen him since I was nine because he moved to Washington State. Tommy was real neat too because his hair was like way long in back and his mom never bothered him to get it cut. So soon it was down just below his shoulders. He didn't mind me looking at it, and at times we'd run off behind grandmom's house and look at things.. trees and all, and I'd run my hands through his long hair. He didn't ever seem to mind. Bryan kept looking at me and soon we were sitting by the creek, skateboard-to-skateboard on the ground. He wanted to feel my stomach, I didn't stop him. It was kinda neat, feeling him run his hands all over my tummy. Then he put his hand around behind my shoulder and began rubbing my back. I thought I'd die. Syd had a nice, visible backbone running up his back and his back muscles were also very youthful and visible. Bryan ran his hand slowly over the muscles of his back. Then, he reached down Syd's shorts. He went in slowly, up under the underwear and down, down.. and located his dick. Syd released a long, steady breath as Bryan touched it, the breath blew right against Bryan's arm. Bryan looked and Syd's eyes were closed. The only thing they could hear was a nearby cricket. The next day at school was very difficult for both boys, especially the fact that they saw each other in homeroom, then they didn't see each other again until that afternoon in English class, just before it would be time to go home. It was really amazing how little both of them had known each other - until that first day after school let out. "The principle of this theory is simple," said the math teacher. "Once the value of 'x' is known, then 'y' is subtraced from the known number to derive 'x'. Mr. Fletcher, does this figure contain a decimal point?" Syd was staring out the window. The teacher looked at him. "Mr. Fletcher!" "Huh?" There was a moment of silence and slight laughter from the class. "I'm.. sorry ma'am. I really didn't get the sleep last night that I should.." "Mr. Fletcher, do not blame your personal problems on your lack of attention in this class. I'll call upon you again in a moment. Meantime, you best pay attention. Gregory..." Gregory Perkins, fourteen, correctly answered the equation. "Thank you, Mr. Perkins." At lunch, Syd could hardly eat. He was deep in thought over Bryan. He took three bites of his taco; it just didn't seem so good. "Damn. I wish Bryan was my teacher," he thought. "I wish.. I wish I could run away with Bryan, and never come back..." The fire horn went off. Everyone scrambled for the door, took off outside. Most left in an orderly fashion. Syd, who had left his books in his locker until lunch was over, left the building and.. left the campus. His mind was wandering. He couldn't put up with three more classes, not today. His brain was just clouded with, "no, no, no! I can't handle this!" Bryan saw him going down the sidewalk; this had been his phys-ed period and it had let out at a nearby exit. Dressed in his gym clothing, he took off after Syd. Syd was walking rather fast, almost running. It was all Bryan could do to keep up with him. "Syd.. whassup man?" "I just.. can't handle anything else in that place today man. I'm sick." "'Sick'?" "Yeah.. sick." "Sick of school?" "That's kinda what it is," he said, his hair, washed from yesterday kind of bouncing in back along with his stride. "Well, I am too.." said Bryan, not even attempting to slow him down. "Did you set off that fire alarm?" asked Bryan. "No," said Syd, halfway looking at Bryan, "did you?" "No way man.." answered Bryan as the fire engine, horns blaring, rolled past them toward the school. Syd looked very good today in his white shirt and light blue shorts. He was wearing white Reebok tennis shoes. This time, Bryan followed Syd as they disappeared from sight into some woods. "Man, I can't really think.. after what we did last night, man.. I just can't.." bawled Syd. "You too, huh.. you're not the only one.." said Bryan, still following Syd deeper and deeper into the woods, but not knowing where they were going. This was a new one on Bryan, he had never been in here before. To Bryan, it seemed like the woods were never going to end. The woods did end, and now there was a dirt path. Syd started walking down this path now, and Bryan saw him take off his shirt, tuck it in his back pocket. His pace was slowing a little now. "Like it in here?" asked Syd. "Never been down in here," answered Bryan. "I know," came Syd's answer. "Where are we?" "I dunno, I've.. never been this deep before.." Bryan looked at Syd. "I'm serious!" said Syd in a laughing voice. Bryan was still looking at Syd, and was now taking off his shirt as well. "Dammit.. man.. Syd.." "What? What's wrong?" "I.. love you man. I love you like a damn brother.." Syd stopped, froze. He embraced Bryan around the upper chest. "I love you too, dude.. I really do.. you're so rad.." "No wonder you couldn't concentrate today," said Bryan. "Yeah! I told you I was thinking about.. yesterday.." There were more woods off to the left. Abruptly Syd cut off the path into the woods after they had walked about a mile and a half down this dirt road. It was hard to believe they were still in Fulton County. Perhaps they weren't. Perhaps they were walking into a little piece of heaven. They cut through into the woods. There was the sweet smell of jasmine in bloom. The woods became as thick as those had been last night, which Syd and Bryan had drempt about all night last night, and seemingly Syd had also drempt of it again in his sleep. Maybe that was it - it had been so real that Syd had no other explanation but that it was a dream. Only it was.. two in the afternoon now. Up a hill they went, still girded by trees and thick brush. "Where.. are you going?" asked Bryan. "Deep, man." "Well, we're already deep." "I want to get deeper," insisted Bryan. "I've been back in here before, and one day it took me hours to get out.." Somehow, it registered with Bryan what was going on - Syd was trying to get away from people, places - and was trying to make himself, and now Bryan, as remote as possible. It looked to Bryan now like he was doing a damned good job of it! Syd stopped at the base of a tree, pulled out his dick, and pissed at the very base of it. Bryan watched intently. "Listen man, are you running from me?" "No, I'm trying to go somewhere.. where I can just.." "Just what?" "Just do THIS," he said, and as his pee trickled to a stop, he reached down, yanked off his shorts, peeled out of his underwear and carried them over his shoulder. Except for his socks and shoes, he was now totally nude. "I like nature," he said. "It's crazy, when I was about ten I used to come in here really deep, that dirt road wasn't even here then - and I'd take off all my clothes and look around, hoping I'd see another dude my age that was naked, too. Then I'd fantasize about all sorts of kooky stuff we'd do together.." "Like what?" "Like.. go around naked together all day and into the night.. maybe feel each other's body parts or something.." Bryan came out of his gym shorts, and his underwear. He too threw them over his shoulder. His pecker wasn't exactly hard, but it was bobbling up and down as he walked. Syd could not help but look at it. "Yeah? I've had thoughts like that too, even in Arizona," said Bryan. "I think I'd like to see Arizona, just once," said Syd. "It sounds like awesome country.." "Pretty awesome," said Bryan, "and the dudes there always look choice." "Are they all tan like you?" "A lot of them," Bryan said as they continued deeper into the woods. The hill had levelled off a little bit now, and there was a small clearing. They stopped in the clearing and looked at one another's bodies for a moment. Bryan looked at Syd; Syd's smooth stomach appeared to have some honest kid sweat streaming down it now. His dick was a slight bit hard, but it was getting full hard now that they had stopped a moment. Bryan reached over and felt of Syd's sweaty stomach; somehow he felt safe, they both did. They had walked a good distance to get to this point and if they even had to walk half as far in the other direction, they would then be quite some distance from any populated sector. Bryan put his hand to his nose, breathed the sweat. Syd rose his arm to place his elbow to his nose to merely wipe the sweat from the tip of his nose and when he did, sweat just poured out from under his armpit. Bryan, anxious, reached down and ran his hand through this new sweat; literally coated his face with it. The combined sweat from his own face with the addition of all the new moisture actually caused his face to suddenly become a bit cool. The smell was sensational.