Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 15:19:43 -0400 From: John Inmayo Subject: Exploring Gooding's Point WARNING - This story contains homoerotic content. It depicts sexual activity between young males. If you are under 18 years old (21 years old in some places), or if such material offends you or is unlawful where you live, you should exit the Nifty archive, and certainly should read no further. While I retain all rights to this story, I post it as a gift. Use it personally as you will. However it may not be altered, sold or published for profit without my prior consent. The story is fiction and while based upon events in my own life it does not reflect actual people, circumstances, or activities. The participants did not follow safe sex practices because the concept was unknown in that simpler era, long before AIDS. It was early when the phone rang. I didn't answer even though I was in the den, where there's an extension. It seemed to me the calls are always for my mother or one of my two sisters, so why bother? "John, why didn't you answer?" my mother asked with a note of irritation. Without waiting for me to respond she added, "It's David asking to speak with you." David was one of my best friends. We spent a lot of time exploring the neighborhood, especially every patch that was undeveloped or unkempt enough for us to imagine it as wilderness. We explored in other ways too, as you may find in another story (published anonymously) entitled, "Learning to Take It". After a brief conversation, David and I decided to spend the day exploring the undeveloped 5 acre tract known as "Gooding's Point." The small tract was situated on a small point of land along the eastern bank of the St. John's River. It was wooded, with only one road, but lots of trails. And the shoreline was littered with the large trunks of fallen oak trees. So it was possible, both in the woods and along the river, to find enough solitude and privacy to imagine a great wilderness adventure, or to play the more intimate games of which David and I were both so fond. In fact it was here that a few years earlier, when we were both just 9, David introduced me to dick sucking. In the years since we'd practiced that fine art together many, many times. I packed a PBJ, a candy bar, two sodas and my Boy Scout canteen in a daypack, told my mother I'd be home before supper, and headed out the door. In case you wonder why she let me go for the day without question, you have to remember that this was the early 60's. We feared Soviets and nukes, but otherwise considered the world safe, so kids our age (about 13) were allowed some freedom to just be kids. David was already there when I arrived on my bicycle at the one dirt road that led into Gooding's Point. We hid our bikes in some bushes near the entrance to the tract, not so much so they wouldn't be stolen as to protect the secrecy of our exploration. "Let's take the south trail," David said, pointing toward one of the main trails that led near the south boundary of the property. "That's cool," I replied. "We can see if there are any blackberries left along the edge of the thicket, and if we get some we can stop in the oaks to eat them and plan our attack." With that we headed off through the pines and scrub, skirted the edge of the thicket, and came upon the blackberry patch. There were still some ripe berries, even though it was now early July and well past prime berry time around here. We managed to fill David's cap with berries before heading back toward the center of the parcel to the oak hammock. The oaks shaded out the undergrowth so that it was open, shady, and cool under the trees; almost like a den in the midst of the woods. We snacked on the berries and drank from our canteens, and felt that surely we were as adventurous as Daniel Boone or Davie Crockett (both played by Fess Parker, of course...) We laid back and simply enjoyed the quiet, the dappled light breaking through the canopy of the trees, and the comfort of each other's company. David broke the silence saying, "I've got to pee." "So do I", I responded. "Let's pee together." Of course the last part was unnecessary. Pissing together was a regular part of our adventures. Since we were little kids we'd been watching each other pee; behind the garage at my house, along the creek (see my story, "Three Boys at the Creek"), and wherever we thought we could do so without being seen. In fact, lately we'd found it quite exciting to pee together when there was some risk we MIGHT be seen! Anyway, peeing together meant looking at each other's dicks. That meant getting a hard-on. That meant playing together. That meant it was one of my favorite things to do. Even before we learned to suck each other, our peeing had become a sex game itself, although we were nearly busted on that first occasion in David's garage. Today would be no different if I had my way! We instinctively walked a few feet away from where we'd been sitting. I my cutoff jeans down to my knees exposing much more than my zipper would have revealed. As I expected, David understood the meaning and was evidently thinking along sexual lines as his dick was hard as he too pulled his shorts down below his dick and balls. David's dick had grown nicely, and he now sported a neat patch of nearly black hair just above his 6" dick. The rest of his body was a smooth as my own. As many times as I'd seen David naked, it never failed to excite me. So I was quickly at my full nearly hairless 5 1/2 inches. Just a few wisps of brown curls were newly emerged, but I was proud of them and greatly relieved that puberty has finally begun. As usual, I began to pee first. It took David a little while to get his piss flowing when he was hard. Although the flow was restricted a bit, and sometimes stopped and started, I never had a problem peeing with a hard-on. It was a game, and I enjoyed peeing just a little at a time in order to prolong the fun. So I let a stream flow; it arced at an upward angle out of the slit at the end of my upright dick, and splashed at David's feet. "Hey, you almost hit me!" he said grinning and giggling. "Oh, I'll have to try harder" I laughed. And with that I let another brief stream out. This one hit right on his high-top keds. "You little shit" he shouted, "I'll get you!" "Not if you can't pee" I said, nearly rolling in laughter. I grabbed my dick and aimed this time. The stream hit him right on the belly, just above his dick. The hot piss ran down through is patch of hair and down his ball sack. He feigned anger, but his eyes said otherwise as finally he managed to jet a stream of pee at me. His aim was low and he soaked my pulled-down shorts. Fair is fair, so I began to pee in earnest now. I aimed a steady stream at his dick and balls, soaking him. The piss ran off his balls and down his legs until his shorts were soaked too. The warmth of his piss stream and the naughtiness of our game nearly made me swoon as his pee stream crossed my own; it felt wonderful as it hit my own dick and balls. Finally our bladders were empty. We were both wet from the waist down and our pants were soaked. "Let's strip naked and go down to the river." David suggested. "Yeah, we can rinse off in the river, and we can hang our shorts over one of the trees to dry in the sun. It was a plan. We followed the trail to the river's edge to a spot where the fallen oaks shielded us from the view of all except passing boats or residents on the far shore which was nearly a mile away – they'd need good binoculars to see us from there! Our dicks were soft by the time we got to the river and we went about our business like the good scouts and adventurers we imagined ourselves to be. We waded into the river, careful not to go so far that we might get caught in t he current (which really would have likely ended in tragedy.) "Here, let me rinse you off" I offered. I splashed David gently with river water and rubbed over his body, beginning with his back and shoulder, working my way down to his butt. I rubbed the smooth skin of his butt cheeks, but skirted the crack for now and proceeded to rub down the outside of his legs, then back up the inside until I reached his butt crack. There, I rubbed as sensually as I could. I gently rubbed the place between his ass and his balls, and let my finger drift across his puckered hole. Then I pressed lightly on his tender fanny hole until the end of my finger entered past the sphincter. After a few minutes of careful attention to his fanny David said, "Let me do your back now." I obliged, turning so that he could do to me the things I'd done to him. It felt wonderful to have his hands rub softly across my skin. And when he reached my butt hole – well, it was glorious! He was as gentle with me as I had been with him, but he pressed farther up into my ass until his whole finger was inside me. David knew how much I love it when he plays with my asshole, and his attentions were lifting me to new heights as I stood thigh deep in the cool river, the hot sun on my back, and his finger up to the hilt in my willing hole. After some minutes of this lustful attention, David eased his finger out of me – a sensation every bit as pleasurable as the initial penetration. We turned toward each other and without speaking took one another's dick in hand with one hand, and rubbed the other across the soft sensitive skin of our front sides. David dropped to his knees, which put the water just below navel level on him, and placed my dick at mouth height. He began to lick me, starting with my balls and working his way up the underside of my dick until he reached my dickhead. He took my glans into his mouth and began to suck me off in earnest. After the piss play and the fingering, it didn't take long for climax to arrive; every part of my body throbbed with orgasmic delight. Immediately we reversed roles and I began to suck David's beautiful dick. As I did so, I alternately massaged his balls and worked the base of his shaft with my right hand as I reached around to his ass with my left. I returned his favor to me and slowly slipped the index finger of my left hand deeply into his ass. As I did so I could feel his dick growing harder, thicker, and hotter in my mouth. Gently, I added my middle finger to the mix. Now with two fingers in his tender butt hole, David's dick erupted in my mouth. The familiar taste of his hot semen filled my mouth and I hungrily swallowed every drop. We walked from the water hand in hand and rested along the trunk of one of the fallen trees. There we ate our lunch and shared the sodas I'd brought along. Lying side by side, naked in the sun, filled by our lunch, and satisfied by our shared orgasms, both of us slipped into a peaceful nap. I awoke some time later to find David softly licking my nipples, with my dick semi-hard in response. David's member was at full attention as he rubbed it slowly. "You made me feel really great earlier," David told me. "Your fingers inside me took me over the top! Now it's time for payback." "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's your turn to come while your ass is full. Let's cornhole!" he suggested. Of course I was all for it! "Well, I could lean over that branch" I said, pointing to an enormous oak branch that was parallel to the ground just waist high. "That should work, why don't you get in position and let's see how it goes." I was fully hard now as I went to the chosen limb, spread my legs wide, and bent over. David wet his fingers with spit and used them to begin loosening up my bottom hole. He was gentle and firm at the same time, and I could feel the muscles of my ass relax to his attentions. I heard him spit and knew he was lubing his dick. He stood behind me and pressed the head of his dick against me. I loved the feeling as his dick began to slide up inside my ass. We'd only done this a few times before, but I'd taken the dicks of several other friends too, so I felt only intense pleasure as he fucked me. He reached around me and again using saliva as a lubricant, began to rub my dick. Every part of my body felt a part of the sexual experience; my ears felt horny, my feet were hot with desire, the rush of hormones allowed me to feel that every cell of my body was connected to the sensitive nerves of my ass and my dick. "I'm gonna cum" David announced. His pace quickened and his thrusting intensified as he neared the end, and all of that increased my own pleasure so that I felt the fire of orgasm building within. With a grunt, David shot his load deep into my ass. Leaving his dick at full insertion (and still at full erection) he pumped my dick quicker and quicker. Although my orgasm was dry, it was intense. The muscles of my butt clenched with each throb, squeezing the last drops of cum from David's dick. Spent, he slid his now softening dick from my ass. We washed again in the river, put on our now dry (though faintly piss-smelling) shorts, and began the trip home. David and I had enjoyed another adventure. Our parents and siblings would smirk at the thought that we'd spent the day "exploring" but what explorations they were! For every time I've cum with David (and there were many) I've cum a dozen more at the memory. Oh to live those pioneer days again!