Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 10:59:15 EST
From: Boyheh@aol.com
Subject: Neighborhood Kids Part 8 -- Nick and Chris t/t young friends

Nick and Chris

by Michael Jacks

The Neighborhood Kids Series -- part 8

DISCLAIMER: If you should not be reading a story about boys in love with each
other -- DON'T! 

CHAPTER ONE
Nick was one in a million. He had just turned fifteen, entered 10th grade,
high school (the three year kind) and puberty all in the same six month
period. To say that he was a late bloomer was putting it mildly. BUT -- what a
late bloomer! I first saw Nick's naked body when we went skinny dipping up in
the mountains near where we lived. 

Mom had dropped us off at the fork in the canyon where you had to hike for
about 45 minutes before you got to this incredible waterfall that falls over
about a 40 foot cliff into a large pool. All around the pool, sulfur jets
oozed out hot, hot water and it mixed with the water from the falls, and it
was just right. No sooner did we arrive there than we stripped bare naked and
jumped in. I didn't even think to take a look at Nick first. Neither of us
could wait to get wet.

There was plenty of dirt to wash off of our sweaty, hiked-out bodies. It may
have only been 2.5 miles but it was an 800 foot rise in elevation. But now
sitting on the bottom of the pool, jets of warm water bubbling around me, the
hike began to fade. I realized why I was here and why I had so readily agreed
to come here with Nick. A weekend of nudity with a guy I'd had the hots for
for over a year -- even if he hadn't matured yet, or so I thought. Even if I
hadn't told him anything about my plans.

The shallow end of the pool was just deep enough to lay back in and still keep
your head above water while your body was just below the surface. We laid back
and luxuriated in the rush of the water over the falls, the perk of bubbles
coming up from the bottom of the pool and just the feel of the warm water and
being naked, outdoors and together. 

I brought my head up from my reverie and looked over at Nick. His dick head
was poking out of the water. Wow! That must be some dick. I looked down and
tried not to notice, but did notice something -- my dick was poking out of the
water also. And Nick was looking right at me.

	"Looks like you like this as much as I do." He said.

	"No doubt about that."

	"How big is it?" He said.

	Almost six," I said.

	"Cool -- I got 5 1/2," he boasted.

	"Got hair?" I asked, boldly.

	"Some." And he stood up.

His bod was awesome. His dick was nice and long, slim and almost hairless --
little wisps of dark brown hairs seemed matted to his pubes and a few lay
along his shaft. He had not a six-pack but an eight-pack. He was so thin, but
wow did he have muscles! His arms couldn't have been more than 7-8 inches
around. But as he stood, he flexed for me and his biceps stood out in huge
knots, at least as big around again as his arms were normally. This kid was
ripped. He had deep-set green eyes, tight quads and a tight pink butt. 

I stood slowly and flexed my 13 inch biceps. I was smoother of build but quite
strong. My pecs stood out a little from my chest. I had been working out. I
could bench 200 and I only weighed 155. Nick must have been able to push up
180 and he weighed 125 -- naked and wet. We continued showing off for each
other in different poses that the muscle men use and both our cocks were
bobbing up and down under the excitement. 

Nick walked over to me and began feeling my biceps and pecs. Then I
reciprocated and felt his absolutely rock hard arms and stomach. I was in
lust. His dick strained out at me and I eased my hand down and ran my fingers
along the shaft of his penis and out to the engorged helmet. I looked at Nick
and he looked back at me, smiling. I traced his pecs and nipples with one hand
while continuing to tickle up and down his shaft with the other. 

He reached out both hands and surrounded my shaft and ballsack with each. He
pulled lightly. This was too cool! I had dreamed of this moment, longed for it
and it was finally here. 

	"Jeez, Nick, you're awesome. I never knew you were so strong!"

	"Yeah, well, you got the biggest arms of anyone in 10th grade."

	"Maybe. But your dick is so -- cool!"

	"Yours is bigger!"

	"I started earlier."

	"Don't remind me!"

	"Hey, you think that matters. Look at this equipment of yours!"

	"I'd rather look at yours."

His hand started stroking my cock, gently, evenly in long smooth strokes.
(SHIT! I thought. I didn't even have to play any games with him. He is just
open and willing! What a weekend this was going to be!) I moved both hands to
his crotch and fondled his balls and began stroking his cock like he was
stroking mine. My body quivered and he moaned -- a deep one -- like it came
out his throat but directly from his balls, it was so low. I started devouring
his body with my eyes. Cute smile. Crooked teeth -- not too bad. Slim oval
face, lean but meaty torso. No armpit or leg hair. But a few hairs, as I said
before, creeping out of his pubes. 

	"Man, you sure got a thick dick."

	"Thanks, Nick, but yours is sooo nice."

	"When did you get your hair?"

I started growing about 13 and was well enough along with small patches of
hair under my arms, no chest or leg hair but a nice size bush sitting on top
of my dick and some hairs growing off my ballsack.

	"About two years ago."

	"Shit. I'm just starting!"

	"That's okay with me, Nick! I love the way you look."

I took a chance. After all we were standing there stroking each other,
fondling ballsacks. I leaned in to Nick's face and kissed him, lightly --
touching lips. I pulled back checking for a reaction. He smiled and his
stroking got a little firmer on my pole. I stroked him a little harder and
kissed him again. I pressed my lips to his for about a minute, mashing them
this way and that, trying to bite his lips off his face with my own lips. He
responded and kissed me back, pressing his lips on top of mine. I almost came
right there. I pulled back.

	"What's wrong? Didn't I do it right?"

	"You did it right, all right. I almost shot my load! I had to ease
back." 

	"Oh. You beat off a lot?"

	"Since I was twelve," I answered.

	"Shit! Me too. How often?"

	"As often as I can -- three times a day, sometimes."

	"Shit. Me too!"
	
	"But maybe we won't be beating solo from now on?!"

	"To hell with the `maybe' shit -- I'll never beat when you're around!"

	"Never is a mighty long time, Nick."

	"Well, hardly ever, then."

	"Good thing -- here I cum!"

We had been talking and stroking harder -- I was too close and I couldn't hold
it back. I shot and my body racked with three or four convulsions as my dick
spewed out big ropes of creamy boy nectar -- about six of them. They landed in
the pool, on Nick's legs and hand. I even got his pubes. It must have been too
much for him. I stroked a few more times and he spurt two jets of jizz into my
stomach (it was warm. I almost felt like I'd been shot)  and then I turned his
penis and he shot a third about four feet away and into the pool. He then
squirted about three more times into my hand. His penis was throbbing and
shrinking. My knees buckled and we both sank into the warm, cum-covered water.
I brought my cum-covered hand up to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked
his cum from my hand. He joined me and we licked my hand dry. It tasted salty
-- different -- but good. Our tongues touched while we were licking and he
swept his mouth onto mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth as we swapped
spit and cum. Our tongues wrapped around each others, trying to stimulate
anything. I felt his penis twitch in my hand. He squeezed my dick as it
softened and tried to become erect again. We sat there kissing and squeezing. 

When the good sexy feelings had left for the moment, and we had stopped
kissing, for the moment, and we still had our hands on each other's dicks --
we stood up and walked over the the waterfall. We stood under the cold water
and washed our bodies clean. Our penises almost disappeared as they shrank
under the influence of the cold water. I took him by the hand and led him to
the shallow part again and laid down on my back. He laid down next to me and
put his head on my chest. I reached around and cupped his butt in my hand. He
eased his leg over mine and his penis lolled over on my leg. He cupped my dick
and balls in his hand and we drifted off -- not to sleep -- but to that place
that is almost sleep -- that place of deep contentment. 

I awoke with a start -- the air was colder. It was really dark. I jostled Nick
awake.

	"We better get set up."

	"Okay." was his sleepy reply.

We got up naked, dried off  and pulled the tent out of our packs and laid out
our sleeping bags. We retrieved our clothes and flashlights and brought them
into the tent. We zipped up the tent and zipped our sleeping bags together. We
both got in. I kissed Nick again. He responded. This time he laid down and I
cuddled up to him; my dick on his leg, his hand around my back. I rested my
head on his chest and touched his nipple with my tongue. He shifted his weight
and let out a little breath.

	"You okay?"

	"Yeah. I just never had my nipple licked before."

	"Glad to do it."

I continued licking his nipple and his hand found my dick and tickled and
stroked it. He played with my balls and my pubic hair, twisting his fingers in
and out.

	"You think I'll get this much hair soon?"

	"No doubt about it!"

I licked his nipple again and reached for his erecting penis. I stroked. He
stroked. I felt his long, thin shaft, the veins pulsing along side, the ridge
of his dickhead. I traced my finger around his ridge and over the tip of his
now fully erect member. He had me hard and was pumping my thick dick again. I
pulled off his nipple and we concentrated on another handjob cum. His thumb
was rubbing over my sensitive dick head and his fingers were stroking the
sides of the shaft. I ran his cock through my fist, touching the ridge of his
dick each time I came to the tip. I would give a little circular twist and
Nick would arch his back and sigh. His thumb continued the exploration of my
dickhead. My fist continued twisting around his cock. Up and down. Down and
up. Around and over. Faster and faster! We pumped, stroked and we both caught
our breath and screwed up our faces at the same time as thick, warm cum came
pouring out of our adolescent cocks. Globs covered our two bellies and pubes.
He rose up, licked his hand and swallowed. He then bent over and cleaned up my
pubes with his tongue. Meanwhile I cleaned off my fingers with my lips,
waiting for the time when I could lick his nearly hairless pubes clean. That
time  came and he laid back down for me to do the deed. We swallowed and
licked our lips. I eased over on top of him and put our dicks together, laid
my head next to his and we drifted off to sleep. 


CHAPTER TWO
We awoke the next morning to the sunlight beating down on the tent and the
birds chirping and the waterfall roaring outside our tent. We were in pretty
much the same positions as we went to sleep in last night, except that I was
off to the side with only my head on Nicks chest. I looked down and he was as
hard as a rock. I reached out and tickled his shaft. He did the same to me.

	"Gotta take a leak!"

	"Me too!"

We got up, unzipped the tent and walked away from the creek into a patch of
bushes. We stood side by side and placed our hands on each others cocks. We
pushed and pushed to get our pee to start. I tickled the underside of his
shaft and he started a stream into the bushes. He tickled me and I finally let
loose. Afterwards we walked back to our tent and rummaged in our packs for the
rations we had brought along for breakfast.  A little jerky,  foil-packed and
vacuum-sealed scrambled eggs, (I think), some OJ and a cinnamon twist each and
we were ready for the day. 

We put our hiking boots on, tied bandanas around our necks and got out our
hiking shorts and stuffed them, with some more jerky, into our bellypaks,
strapped them on and started up the trail. Nick hiked ahead for the first
while. I got hard watching his cute white ass cheeks flexing and working their
way along the trail. My dick was slapping from side to side.

	"Chris, I think I'm going to nickname you `Slappy!'"

	"What!"

	"You got a boner!"

	"So!"
		
	"It's slappin'!"

	"Oh! Yeah, well your's would too if all you had to look at was your
cute ass."

	"Keep talkin' like that and we won't reach the end of our hike --
I'll rape you right here!"

I stopped walking. I looked at Nick. We hadn't talked about anything that had
happened. It had all just happened. I was confused somewhat.

	"Nick? About last night?"

	"What about it?"

	"What do you think?"

Nick stopped, turned and looked at me -- smiling. 

	"I loved every minute of it."

	"How did you know....?"

	"That you wanted me?"

	"Yeah!"

	"I don't know. I have liked you for a long time, Chris. But I never
got up the balls to ask you if... if we..."

	"Could have sex? That is what we did, isn't it?"

	"Yeah. You scared?"

	"I'd never be scared of you. I've wanted you since the 8th grade. But I
didn't want to push my luck in case you didn't feel the same way."

	"I'm glad you waited. I don't know what would have happened. When I
got my first wet dream, about a year ago, you were the one in the dream. I
knew then that I wanted you. I just didn't know what for."

We sat on a log in the path and I put my arm around Nick's back. He put his
arm around mine. I kissed his lips. He kissed me back softly.

	"How did you know that I wanted you, Chris?"

	"I didn't."

	"What told you?"

	"A feeling I got when we both got boners in front of each other in
the pond last night -- you didn't seem to mind -- you didn't try to hide. I
looked in your eyes and you looked back and everything seemed all right."

	"God -- I like your bod. I like your eyes. I love your dick. I'm
amazed at your muscles."

	"My muscles." -- I squeaked. "What about those rocks on your arms?
And that stomach!"

	"Just lucky, I guess."

	"No, maybe I'm the one who's lucky."

We were both hard. I kissed him. He kissed back. I reached over and undid his
bellypack. He unhitched mine. I reached for his dick and he stroked mine. Here
we were beating off again. We stood up and faced each other. We stroked
furiously until we both came, quickly, flowingly as our sperm shot out all
over the log and the grass. I leaned down and licked the tip of his dick and
cleaned it off.

	"I'll have to remember that for later!"

He leaned over and cleaned my dick off with his tongue. I then picked up both
our bellypacks and trotted off ahead of him before he knew what was happening.

	"Hey! Where're you going?"

	"You better hurry and catch up or you'll never be able to rape me!"

I raced off, up the path. He came striding along after me, penis bouncing as
he ran. If I could have gotten hard at that moment I would have creamed again,
just watching his penis flop along. I picked up my speed and headed for our
objective, the big open meadow about 100 yards ahead. He doubled his efforts.
As I got about halfway across the meadow he tackled me and we went sprawling
in a tumble of arms legs and penises all over the grass.

	"Shit!"

	"Ow!"
		
	"Fuck!"

	"My dick!"

We rolled to a stop and quickly checked each other for damages. He turned me
over and started checking out my ass. He spit on his finger and poked it in. I
spit on my hand and rubbed it on his now swelling cock. He got the hint that I
wanted him to "rape me" and he mounted me from behind. I leaned far forward as
he eased his lovely dong past my pucker and into my anus. He thrust slowly in
and out. I thought it was going to hurt more. Maybe because he was slim. But
he was long and soon his balls were slapping my balls and his pecker was
hitting something inside of me that I never knew was there. My dick got
instantly rock hard. He reached around and jacked me as he plowed into my butt
with every bit of force that his ripped stomach could provide. I groaned. I
sweat. I rocked. He moaned and began jacking me harder. I felt his dick swell
inside me and he grunted as he humped his load inside my warm, moist hole. I
screamed as his dick pulsed within me and my dick started shooting my wad into
the green grass of the field. We must've looked like two bulls in rut. I
wonder if moose are gay? 

Shit! I felt good. The boy I had wanted had just finished fucking the hell out
of my ass and it hadn't hurt. He had now collapsed on my back, his dick still
up my butt, his hand on my cock. I fell to the ground and rolled over and he
covered my mouth with his and we kissed, and kissed and kissed under the warm
sun of the summer day. He devoured my lips and went for my nipples. I was
weak! (And he had done all the work!) We must have kissed for a long time
because my dick was hard again. He pulled me over on top of him as we rolled
to his back. He lifted his legs and pulled my aching cock to his hole. I spit
on his hand and he reached around back and got some of his cum that had oozed
out of my ass. He wiped it on his ass hole and I pushed to enter. He put his
legs up over my shoulders and I entered him. I was thicker but he didn't stop
me. 

I slowly eased in to him and an entire new feeling took over my dick. I looked
at him -- he looked at me and smiled. I started fucking him. It was
incredible. His slim, but muscular body, was taking my thick cock and he
didn't even complain. Now, I wasn't huge or anything. But his dick, which was
slimmer than mine, had felt different and momentarily uncomfortable entering
my virgin hole. Yet there he was smiling, and taking my dick without a word. I
finally felt my dick stop and my pubes hit his balls. He moaned and started
humping onto my cock. I thrust back and we got a good rhythm going. He reached
down and managed to jack himself off. he came quickly and his cum clenched his
ass muscles so fiercely that it got me off and I shot deep within him -- one
-- two -- three -- four -- five. My balls were drained. I collapsed on him and
he enfolded me in his arms as we kissed. I kept slowly humping his hole as we
continued to make out. Tongues gently probing and finding each and every
crevice of the other's mouth. My pelvis grinding into his hole and his penis
and ballsack pushing back. I finally felt my dick plop out of his ass and my
cum came gushing out after it. I moved a little and placed our penises
together and went back to kissing him. 

We must've kissed for the better part of an hour. When we broke I heard a
noise. There was a rustling in the grass off to our left. I poked my head up
to see a deer, grazing about 50 feet from us. I quietly pulled Nick up to see.
We held each other close, standing there on our knees, watching this beautiful
creature. We kissed and I found our dicks hard again. I pushed Nick down and
heard the deer scamper off. I placed my mouth on his dick and tongued his
head. I tasted his cum and other erotic tastes unknown on his member. He
quickly moved around so he could get his mouth on my dick. We 69'd for about
10 minutes until he shot his load in my mouth. The spurts of hot cum attacked
the back of my mouth but I managed to swallow all of the fruit of my first
blow job. Soon I was cumming in his mouth and he sucked and slurped as my cock
unloaded down his throat. We rolled side by side and nursed on each others
shrinking cocks like babies at their mother's tits. After a few minutes of
nursing our cocks grew a little sore. So we stopped, slurped off each other
and sat up. 

The sun was high overhead. It was well passed noon. We pulled some food out
ofour packs, ate and stood up. What a feeling to be completely naked,
outdoors, in a field the size of 10 football fields, having just jerked off,
fucked and sucked off your best buddy -- while no one but a deer watched you.
We stood and buckled on our packs and started walking back down the path to
our tent and waterfall. This time we walked hand in hand. Lovers strolling
across the field. (Almost enough to make you sick, huh?) But it had all
happened so fast. I had a lover. My lover had me -- a lover! God -- it's
awesome. Virgins yesterday -- today I've been kissed, jerked off, fucked and
sucked and I had done all of that too. 

The walk back was uneventful, except for the fact that we couldn't take our
eyes off each other as we continued hand in hand all the way back. So I hadn't
just lusted after this incredibly well-muscled boy! I had felt lust, yes. But
I knew that I loved him. And I felt that he returned that love equally. 

That night, as we laid naked in our tent, hands on each others penises,
stroking and tickling -- caressing balls through the lovely soft skin of the
scrotum -- running our hands over each others bodies -- it was a glorious
celebration of two, for the moment, free spirits. We didn't even cum that
night. We just stroked, tickled, caressed, rubbed, pressed into, kissed,
probed, licked and fell asleep. Nick is fucking beautiful -- clothed or naked
-- even though I do prefer him naked. 


Are Nick and I still together? Yes, some two years later -- we've gone through
high school together. Supported each other as we lost friends and gained new
ones. We've been ridiculed and joked about -- we've even been understood and
praised for our honest relationship. Through it all Nick and I remain
committed to each other. He is still slimly muscular and I am still in good
shape. But I will never forget our first weekend together. 


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