Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 14:32:32 -0400 From: Alpha Omega Subject: Rise & Shine I was the first to awake that morning just as the first hint of daylight filtered into the tent. Sleeping outdoors in the warm humidity of a Florida summer plus having only the sleeping bag to lay upon didn't really encourage a sound sleep. I awoke with a pee boner pressed between me and the sleeping bag. The night before Bobby had told me if I needed to have a pee to go behind the garden shed that stood in the far corner of the backyard. Getting on my hands and knees, I unzipped the flaps of the 2-man tent and stuck my head through. The tent was pitched in such a way that I could see both the back of Bobby's house and the far section of privacy fence which ran the perimeter of his backyard. A painted metal shed like they sold at Sears stood in the corner. I noticed there was about a two foot seperation behind the back of the shed and the fence. I pondered putting on my cut-offs, but decided to risk it. Not seeing any lights burning inside the house, I figured it was safe to go outside in just my underpants, underpants that showed a very noticable erection. Crawling out of the tent, I could feel the cool morning dew on the surface of my bare feet as I jogged towards the shed. Turning sideways, I made my way to the far end of the shed. I tugged down the front of my briefs and gripped my stiffy with my finger and thumb midway down and pointed it slightly away from me. My boner twitched a couple of times as I waited for my flow to begin. I sighed as the warmth from my urine passed through my urethra and splashed high up onto the surface of the fence. Seeing a mossy green coloring the wood, I figured Bobby must have peed back here a few times when having backyard sleepovers and wondered which of his friends had done the same. I had yet to meet any of Bobby's friends, but knew that would soon change. With my bladder empty, my penis deflated to it's normal flaccid size of about two inches. I jiggled my now limp dick to remove any droplets of pee before returning my waistband back in place with a snap against my tummy. Looking down to make sure I didn't get any pee on my toes, I walked back out towards the direction I came. I peeked out when I got to the edge of the shed to make sure the house was still dark and saw Bobby trotting towards me. My eyes were drawn to his briefs. Like me, just a moment before, the front panel of his briefs were arched out with the ridge from his morning woody. "Man, I gotta pee soooo bad," Bobby said as I stepped out into the yard to allow him into the gap between the fence and the shed. I contemplated waiting for him, but decided he needed his privacy and made my way back to the tent. A minute or two later Bobby crawled back into the tent. I was sitting Indian-style on my sleeping bag when he entered. Our eyes met as he crawled inside with a mischevious grin. "I saw you looking at my boner," he said in a mock accusatory tone to his voice. I giggled. "Yeah, I guess so. It was sort of hard not to." "You must have had one too when you peed. You squirt really high up on the fence." I giggled again. "Yeah, I guess." "You guess? Boy, do I need to teach you what a boner is too?" Bobby pushed me onto my back at this point and used his body to pin me against the sleeping bag. As we play wrestled, Bobby's hand went down in between my legs and groped me again, like he had done the night before, his fingers gently squeezing my crotch. My penis immediately responded by quickly swelling into a full erection. "Now, Jack," Bobby said in a a sing-songy voice, like a teacher's, "THIS is a boner." We giggled loudly. Bobby's giggles trailing off, he looked down at me as I lay against the tent, the morning light increasing behind his head through the tent's pitched roof. Bobby had light brown hair that looked like it could have been blonde when he was a baby and with the rising sun shining through the tent behind him, almost appeared to be returning to blonde with the backlighting. "You wanna do it again?" He said, his face having a look of expectancy in it. "Won't your parents be getting up soon?" I responded, feeling his fingertips gently tracing the ridge of my boner, causing my preteen boyhood to make involuntary flexes. "Well, we can be quiet, I guess. Please, Jack?" I could feel the warmth or Bobby's boner pressing against my outer thigh and answered him with just a shy nod and said "Okay...but, just in case, we better leave on our underwear." I scooted over towards the center of the tent where our two sleeping bags met, allowing me plenty of room to spread my legs as Bobby positioned his knees between them before laying down on top of me. As we had done the night before, our two groins soon were rubbing and pressing against one another. The warm rubbery dense feel of Bobby's boner against mine, seperated by the soft combed cotton of our briefs, wasn't as exciting as direct flesh-against-flesh contact, but it was nonetheless very exciting. "Let's leave them on but pull them down in front so we can touch our dicks together." Bobby whispered in my ear. His words were edged with horniness as I felt his fingers gripping the elastic band of my size 12 Fruit of the Looms, tugging the material down, and managing to snap the waistband down under my powdery smooth hairless boy nuts. He arched up his hips and fumbled to do the same with his own briefs before laying himself back down. The incredibly smooth surface of his skin against mine, in combination with the feverish heat emmanating from his boner made me shiver in pleasure as we resumed our anxiously frantic dry humping. We began grinding our groins together in faster and more athletic urgency, both looking into each others faces as we did so. Bobby's hands reached down to my undies, and gripped the material at the hips within his fists, using my briefs to increase the leverage in his now rapidly pistoning back and forth movements. I found my legs spreading further, and felt the tension of my undies pressing into my skin more as I placed my hands over Bobby's cotton-covered butt cheeks. I loved the feel of their rubbery tension as the two muscularly toned globes of boy flesh dimpled inwards with each thrust he'd make. Bobby's head curled down to look at our dick's dueling against each other and then it jerked back up. With an expression of utter expectancy in his face, Bobby loudly whispered, "Cumming!" His butt cheeks clenched tightly and shook against my palms as I felt his warm, hard four-inch erection pulsing strongly in jerkish swells against my hairless pubic mound. His head rolled back, stretching the corded muscles in his neck and his eyes squeezed tight as I heard his now familiar gutteral tones and felt his tummy contracting against mine. Seeing and feeling Bobby orgasm sent me quickly to my peak. My slender hips and groin were wracked with spasming contractions that caused me to buck uncontrollably. With the rapid arrival of my orgasm too quick for me to form words announcing it, I let out my less vocal puppy dog whimpers as my slender stiffy quaked in deliciously hot, itchy tingles that exploded outwards into my spasming tugged up nuts and my arched up thighs. The magical quality of boyhood sex was how quickly and unexpectedly our orgasms would take place. After only three sessions of dry humping, we were nearly to the point of cumming simultaneously. The trigger always seeming to be when one of us would cum, the other one would immediately react with his own orgasm. I was still whimpering as I heard Bobby make a long, drawn out sigh. I could feel his tensing tummy muscles against me slowly relax and his two rubbery buns becoming pillowy soft. He rolled off of me and lay back on his sleeping bag, as I watched him fondle his still quivering penis before tugging up the waistband of his briefs to cover himself. My skinny three inches of hard boy dick was still making arching upward lilts as the power of my own orgasm began to subside, the blood that had engorged it starting to flow back into my body. Bobby turned his head to look at me, his cheeks flushed from his orgasm. We smiled at each other, not saying a thing, as I arched up my hips and pulled my now slightly stretched out briefs over my now semi-erect penis. "Let's get dressed and get some cereal. I'm starving." Bobby said.