Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:59:52 -0500 From: Horatio Hornblower Subject: Keeping Dave Company It was a warm Spring evening, during our Monday night Scout meeting, and it must have been late May because it was still light out. I can't remember how it started now, but John and I had done something to Dave and he was chasing us. It was all in fun of course, but I was trying to make the most of my head start because I knew Dave could outrun me. I was sprinting flat out with Dave hard on my heels when I heard a loud crack, a noise like a branch breaking. I turned around and Dave was lying on the grass and in pain. I trotted back and his leg was at a funny angle. He had tripped on the asphalt path somehow and the awkward fall had broken his leg. It was not a pretty sight. Dave himself was good looking and strong. He had really dark hair, and deep brown eyes. His eyebrows were big, dark and thick and looked like they were marked on with a lump of coal. He was broad, a football or rugby build, with huge thighs, about average height for his age. His legs were hairy and he had the beginning of a treasure trail. He looked pretty studly for a fourteen-year old. I was twelve, turning thirteen in four months. I was a little taller than most guys my age, but not a giant either. I had brown hair, blue eyes and was really skinny, with no fat on me at all. I was in the gangly stage. My dick was definitely growing and I had some sparse hair down there now too, on my balls and above my dick. One of the Scout leaders, (also named Dave), came over and between the two of us we helped Dave hop over to his van. I went too. The hospital was just down the street. Dave got wheeled in and I sat beside him in the Emergency ward examining room. He was clearly in a lot of pain, sweating and rolling his head back and forth. Leader Dave went off to call Scout Dave's parents. I made small talk and weak jokes, trying to take his mind off things, with no success. I got kicked out of the room every time a nurse or doctor came in. Eventually Dave's parents showed up and I went back to Scouts. I didn't see Dave for a couple of weeks. He was hobbling around in a full leg cast with crutches and not going to Scouts and we went to different schools. Our last Scout meeting of the year in June was held at Dave's house. His parents and our Troop Leader had made that meeting a surprise party for Dave. There was a BBQ and some sports and general fooling around. Dave had recently moved out of the city to the rural fringe to an acreage. Dave was both surprised and pretty pleased about everyone coming over. "Dave, your house is awesome! There's so much space. And a spring and a pond and everything." "Ah it's okay. The dog likes it." The dog was going out of his mind, chasing, barking, being chased and generally being overstimulated by too many strangers. "Our water is really hard here and has to be softened. And there's a lot of grass to cut. Want to see my room?" Dave's room was small and messy with clothes and papers and stuff all over the floor. It was dark and very blue -- blue curtains, blue blankets on the bed, blue carpet. There was a bunch of sports team trophies and stuff on one shelf. The room smelled musty. He showed me a bunch of his stuff, sports cards and some games. "It really sucks being in a cast. It's going to be on all summer," Dave said gloomily. "It could be worse, you could be trying to get around on crutches in the snow," I offered. "No way. The summer is worse. No baseball, no summer camp, no swimming. No good." "You could go car camping or something." "Hmm, we'll probably stay here all summer. My dad is rebuilding the garage. I won't be going any farther than the backyard. Hey, you want to sleep out in the backyard sometime?" I was totally taken aback at this. I had known Dave for a couple of years but we were really only friends at Scouts. He was a couple of years older than me too. So we were friendly, but not best friends or anything. This was the first time I had ever been over to his house. "Sure, that would be awesome," I answered. "Do you have your own tent and everything?" "Oh yeah, I'm all set up. Don't worry." Then Dave's Mom was calling him and telling him to go do something, so I went back out and joined the soccer game. Two weeks later Dave called and invited me over next Friday night. I fixed things with my parents and my dad drove me out to Dave's after supper. We set up Dave's two-man tent in the backyard, fairly far away from the house. We played fetch with his dog and a frisbee until it got dark and then we watched a movie with his parents in the house. After the movie we crawled into the tent and got undressed. I helped Dave get his shorts off and over his cast. "Help me with my boxers too," he grunted. I wasn't too surprised -- Dave was legendary in our Scout Troop for always sleeping naked. We had been in the same cabin my first year at summer camp and the image of Dave running around naked was burned into my mind forever. I pulled off his boxers shorts over the cast and my fingers grazed his hairy left leg at the same time -- by accident, I swear! His soft cock and loose balls were hanging out against his thigh, clearly visible in the light from the flashlight. I pulled off my clothes, down to my white jockey shorts. I left those on. We talked for a bit by flashlight, mostly "rememeber when" stories about guys at camp. "Remember when Chris Welch put a toad in Russell Barrett's canoe?" Russell was a weird kid, not very bright, with an inexplicable terror of toads. He let out a shriek like he'd been branded and jumped out of the canoe into the lake, even though he couldn't swim. Unbelieveably, Russell prefered to risk death by drowning rather than spend another second in a canoe with a harmless toad the size of a golf ball. "Remember when I did my flashlight dance and I that Alex guy was ready to freak out?" "Dave, you did your flashlight dance every night!" Dave wasn't content to just walk around with a big, hairy swinging dick in front of less developed, mostly younger kids. No, he liked everyone to shine their flashlights on him as he danced around naked. It was both absolutely hilarious and gave everyone a boner at the same time. Well, I always had a boner, anyway. "I didn't do it every single night." "No you did it every night except for a couple of nights." "Well, you never complained." "It was pretty damn funny." "How come you never joined in if you liked it?" "Uh, I dunno." "You should have." "Well, I'm not body shy or anything -- I just was still small and didn't have hair or anything." "But do you now?" "Yeah..." "But you're still too shy to sleep naked." I didn't have a good answer. I could feel myself blushing in the near-darkness. I decided to tell the truth. "I'm just trying to hide my boner." "Why hide it? Look at mine." Dave shone the light on his crotch to reveal a massive hard-on. The purple head on his cut cock was swollen and looked enormous. "Nice one," I said quietly. I sucked my breath in, hooked my thumbs in the band of my underwear and pulled them to my thighs down to show my much smaller boner and small amount of hair. "Nice one," Dave said, shining the light on my dick. "I bet you get lots of compliments on it." "No," I said, pulling my underwear off the rest of the way. "I've never shown it to anybody before." "Really? You've never jerked off with anybody before?" "No." I felt like a loser. "You should. It's fun. Feels amazing!" There was a pause. ". . . okay. . ." I said. Dave reached over and started to stroke me. It felt incredible. I'd like to say I remember it clearly but I was totally overwhelmed by the sensations. My mind and body had never, never felt like this before. I know I was moaning and breathing hard and in a blast of intense pleasure I felt my first blasts of cum fly all over me and Dave. For a minute I just lay there gasping, unable to say anything. There was enough light to see Dave grinning at me as I tried to catch my breath. He still had his hand firmly around my dick. He didn't say anything but took my right hand and put it on his own dick. I grasped his shaft and started exploring. I felt all around his crotch area, touching another cock for the first time, and one much hairier than mine at that. I started jacking his shaft. "Oh yeah, like that," he moaned and those were the only words that passed between us as I returned the favour. He started twitching a little and I sped up my strokes. He let out a loud noise and felt his cum splashing on my chest, my arm, running down my arm. He came a lot more than me and it seemed like there was now cum everywhere. "Thanks. That was pretty good for your first time," he complimented me. Dave reached over and grabbed his boxer shorts and used them to wipe up all the cum. He did himself first, and then cleaned me up. "What did you think?" "Wow," was all I could say. "Holy shit holy shit holy shit." Dave laughed. "That good, eh?" I collapsed on top of him, my head on his chest. His arm automatically wrapped around to hold me and we just lay there for a bit. I could think of nothing else. The smell of cum and Dave's sweat hung in the air in the tent. My boner came back. I shifted to give it room and it pressed hotly against Dave's thigh. Dave pushed my hand down to his pubes. I ran my fingers through the forest of hair to his hard cock. I gripped it all around and started working it. He shifted me around into a position where we could jack each other at the same time. It was a bit awkward but it worked and we were both cumming again in short order. This time I was really wiped out, emotionally. I cuddled up to him but Dave pushed me away. "Unfold our sleeping bags." This more than the guy with a leg in a cast could manage easily on his own. I unzipped and unfolded both our sleeping bags so his was underneath and mine was a blanket. Then I cuddled back up to him. The sweat had dried on our bodies and we were both shivering. "Thanks," I said softly. "You were awesome, kiddo. We're going to have a lot of fun." Then we both drifted off to sleep.