Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1998 02:39:34 EDT
From: KRedv10@aol.com
Subject: Purdy

Attention: This is the usual disclaimer about minor boys having sex...I make
absolutely no apologies, as this is a tender- sweet, coming of age type story.
If you're not a gay male then you probably won't like it, but if you are the
privileged ten percent-enjoy! This story was inspired in part and dedicated to
Todd.

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Purdy

It was always a hassle in the morning after breakfast, to get some kind of
crew together from boys going in all different directions, there at the Camp
L. lodge. Purdy had gone with some other boys and me on X boats before, but
not on a C Scow. The sailing director knew my skill level and there was no
problem with me sailing any of the boats. The E scows were a bit more work and
required a crew of some sort, but I could take out a C with just another boy.
We picked up our sail bag for the Checkered Lady from the lodge and headed
down to the dock, making sure the battens were included.

Purdy was a little smaller than I was, but thinly muscular and very well
defined. Not a classic beauty I guess, but he had darker complexion and the
most ridiculous crew-cut hair that I'd ever seen. Still, we were exactly the
same age and he had the most beautiful brown eyes and fat, pouting thirteen
year-old lips I'd ever seen. And he had decided that my dick was really cool
(just further along than most) and had asked to kiss it in the cabin, after a
fairly raunchy session that had included some other boys. He had lain in bed
with me, admired my cock and then politely asked if he could kiss it. (Imagine
my surprise at being asked!) I willingly fondled his cock in return but
unfortunately, it was basically a little boy's cock, but rock hard none the
less.

I was starting to be bound to Purdy by some inexplicable type of glue. He was
the only boy that had really wanted to pal around with me 'cause he just liked
me for all my weirdness. Some boys at the camp liked to go around without a
lot of clothes on and Purdy was definitely that type, which gave me constant
cause to stare at his body. His body and mine were becoming close companions
(by proxy) and even though I sometimes jumped at his touch, I relished the
moments in time that we brushed briefly together.

"Did you see the wind on the lake this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, it looks like we'll do all right out there today" Purdy said,
knowingly.

"Are you going for your Skipper badge?" Purdy asked.

"I don't think so, 'cause I'm going for the Beaver badge instead and I won't
have the time.''

"You're going for Beaver? Wow, that's cool!"

"Yeah, it's a lot of extra work and it keeps me away from all the sailing I
want to do but still--"

The truth of the matter was that I wanted acceptance and getting the Beaver
badge was a really big deal and took a lot of dedicated sacrifice, because it
was an "all-around" type award.

"Are you sure we got the right sail bag this time?" he said impatiently.

"Look Purdy, you've never been sailing with me and had that kind of fuck-up,
have you?"

"Well that asshole Neal did everything wrong and nearly tipped the boat over
the last time."

"Yeah but did you notice who he gave the mainsheet to when the squall
started?" I asked triumphantly.

"Yeah, you sure saved our ass that afternoon I guess."

"Fucking A, I may not place very well in the regattas but I know how to
handle a boat in heavy wind."

The dock was pitching some with the waves as we got into the launch with all
the other boys going to their respective boats. That launch was the most
abused motorboat in the world, as the counselors hated its slow speed
capabilities and tortured it daily. We were choking from the oil/gas fumes as
we boarded the Checkered Lady. We found her in reasonably good shape with the
sheets coiled back up in proper rolls. I playfully threw the sail bag at Purdy
and he caught it like a wide receiver. We pulled the sail completely out its
bag with the battens and started the long process of threading the foot of the
sail into the boom track. Threading the sail up the mast was a little trickier
because all the battens had to be put into their respective pockets at the
same time. Purdy hoisted the mainsail to the top while I made sure we stayed
in irons. I gave the order to unclip the painter, which he did rapidly showing
off his bubble butt with flexing thighs. Forcing the mainsail away and to
leeward, the boat's bow swung around for me and we watched the wind fill the
sail. The Lady took off like a shot, as scows do on a windy day, and we were
under way. I went into a reach and headed for the girls camp because as boys,
that's what we were supposed to do. Purdy shifted and took off his shorts
exposing his red Speedo bulge.

"Where are we going?"

"To the girls camp," I said absently, eyeing his near naked body.

"What are you staring at?"

"You," I said.

With that he shifted his body so that we were sitting side by side in the
warm sunlight. He was different with me than he was the other kids. I didn't
have to brag, swagger or swear to impress him. He genuinely seemed interested
in just me, a first at this place I thought. He had a little less body hair
than me and when we touched legs together, the world seem to slip away with a
sudden rush of excitement stirring in my loins. He smiled at me with perfect
teeth and it didn't seem to bother him that I had braces, so I returned the
smile.

"Why do you want to go to the girl's camp, aren't I enough for you? I can
be your whore."

"I don't want a whore and I'm not crazy about girls sometimes," I stammered,
confused at his ridiculous comment.

"I'm not talking about girls, I'm talking about us."

"What the hell are you saying Purdy?"

"I'm saying that I think your cock is beautiful."

"Well, what about the rest of me?" I said, slipping into unknown territory.

"I already told you in the cabin I thought you were good looking."

"Yeah, well it's not like I'm told that all the time and I wasn't exactly
nominated for the best looking boy in the cabin."

"Scott and I nominated you. Piss on the rest of them anyway."

I looked into his brown, doe eyes at that point, to see if this was a real
conversation or just my imagination kicking in again. The sail luffed from
negligence, so I pulled in the mainsheet a ways and pulled the tiller in to
adjust for a broad reach. Purdy laid his head on my shoulder and closed his
eyes and I could have watched his pretend-sleep face for hours. Opening his
eyes he smiled, kissed my neck, and then my cheek.

"Aren't you afraid some of the other boys will see us out here, that are not
from our cabin and start talking?" I blurted out.

"They already talk anyway, and I don't care," Purdy added mysteriously.

What confidence he had in addition to the beauty I was just now realizing he
possessed. I bent over a little bit to kiss his cheek and anticipating my
move, he locked lips with mine. I could feel and taste the warm sweetness of
his breath as he immediately opened his mouth. I was being French kissed for
the first time and tried to follow his lead. It wasn't hard as an instinctive
passion welled up inside my chest and soon we were swapping tongues. The warm
sun shone down through the light breeze to reveal two boys in a passionate
kiss. I never wanted to stop that kiss, but there came a time when we both
pulled our lips apart.

"Have you ever kissed a girl like that before?" Purdy exclaimed after we
caught our breath.

"Shit man, I never kissed anybody like that before!"

"This sucks!"

"Why?" I said, crushed that I had done something wrong in the kiss.

"'Cause I want to have your arms around me and stuff!"

What was he saying?? Am I hearing things right?? The blood was pumping so hard
in my head that I thought I would pass out. Nobody had ever talked to me like
this and I seemed to be doing first after first, with this boy. The Lady
caught a cat's paw and pitched to leeward.

"Shit, Prudy, I can clamp us in irons and you can lower the sail and let us
drift I guess. But then they'll think we're having problems and send the
launch out after us."

"Ok, then how about this? We tack way over to the other side of the lake, away
from the girl's camp where nobody goes," he pleaded.

Well that seemed like a novel idea and something told me that in doing so, I
would release some of the mounting pressure and tension in my chest. It took
us about a half-hour to tack over to the other side. I clamped us in irons and
Purdy ran down the mainsail. The wind had died some as it does around midday
and all we could hear were a few waves now and then, lapping up against the
sides of the boat. I stood up in the cockpit to check that everything was
secured and Purdy stood before me smiling and wrapped his arms around me. We
just stood there embracing, feeling the hardness of our dicks pressing and
begging for release. Seconds ran by like hours and we again started to kiss,
but unlike the other time while skippering the boat, I could now give him my
undivided attention.

This kiss was even more intense, as I could start to feel the pressure build
up inside my balls. Purdy must have felt my dick throbbing because he broke
our kiss and ran his hands down to my shorts and unzipped the fly. My briefs
were soaked from precum and embarrassed me some, but he looked into my eyes
and smiled. Next thing I knew he hooked his thumbs into my briefs on either
side of my hip and slowly pulled my clothes down to my ankles. My cock now
freed, slapped him in the face as he knelt down and it was dripping precum
shamelessly. He just smiled as if to tell me that he thought things couldn't
be better. All inhibitions faded away as he kissed the entire length of my
cock on one side, then switched to other side. I can remember hearing no
sounds but wet kisses and gentle moans from the both of us. My knees began to
buckle and I needed to sit down.

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"Nothing's wrong, I just feel like I'm going to pass out."

"Does it feel that good?" He asked.

"Come here." I said, as I began to sit bare bottomed on the starboard deck.

Purdy posed with his finger in his mouth like some kind of silly, shy
creature. I pulled him towards me and easily pulled down his Speedo, while
watching his small penis bob up and down. I took my time and kissed his
velvety balls and then decided to see what his dick tasted like. I'd heard of
blowjobs of course, but there seemed to be some confusion among us boys as to
how it was done exactly. I could tell I was pleasuring Purdy and experimented
with what seemed to please him the most. He ran his hands over my hair, neck
and the back of my shoulders while cooing some unintelligible language. The
taste was fresh with boy sweat and his dick had a taste all together different
then that of his balls and I loved it all, feeling very greedy with this newly
found pleasure. All of a sudden he sank to his knees and knowing little about
this process I followed, not releasing his cock from my mouth. I could feel
his dick jerking inside my mouth and his butt cheeks tensing within my hands.
Glancing up I could see his eyes flutter and suddenly I could feel his whole
body go limp. He pushed my mouth away from his cock and with strength I didn't
know he had, lifted me on top of him as we lay down on the cockpit flooring.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Better than OK. I think I love you, Kevin. Did I cum in your mouth?"

"I don't think so. It all happened so fast, did you feel something come out?"

"It felt like my dick was on fire and your lips put it out."

We hugged each other and I looked into his face as we kissed. If this was love
than I didn't care about girls, camp, or anything else for that matter,
except this boy. He smiled. Hell, he was always smiling as I'd never met a
happier soul in my short life. So content he was with himself: so self-assured.

"Do you think my dick will get as big as yours?" he asked.

"Sure it will, I don't see why not," I assured him.

"Can I kiss your dick again?" he said teasingly.

I answered by rolling over on my back and Purdy struggled to get comfortable
with this new position. He followed my old lead and started kissing my balls
and I knew I'd be over the edge soon but couldn't find the words to say
anything. Then he got the idea to suck each of them separately, savoring each
nut as if this would be his last chance to do so. When he finally decided to
move to the shaft, I just closed my eyes and tried to hold back the
inevitable. Using his tongue he circled the head of my penis and suddenly
plunged down the shaft with his warm mouth. He gagged audibly and came back up
for air. He smiled and replaced his mouth with his hand. He then watched me
carefully for cues as what to do next. I don't think he could have done
anything wrong at that point and I was content with just the hand job if
that's what he wanted to do.

As the tension built I began to arch my back and close my eyes. All of a
sudden I felt the warm moistness return as his mouth went down on my shaft
again. I yelled something and began to thrust and he kept going up and down on
my cock with his soft, tender mouth. I ran my hand through his hair stubble
and lost hold of anything but the sensation of cuming -- like hot oil being
poured onto white cotton. Eventually after six or seven squirts of spooge, I
could stand it no more as the extreme pleasure had now turned to
unpleasantness and I grabbed him by his armpits, pulling him up into an
embrace.

"I love you, Purdy."

"I love you, Kevin."

The waves lapped at the boat to remind us of where we were, and I could now
hear for the first time, other activity on the lake. It took forever to get
back to the camp dock and we had a lot of explaining to do, but the secret we
held within our breasts was ours alone.

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This story is partly true, as the stuff mentioned in the cabin really did
happen. Purdy adored me, but I was pursuing a classic beauty named Scott
and I was a total jerk. For that I am sorry, Purdy. If you should ever
stumble across this story, think of it as something sweet that could have
been. Feel free to write me about the story.  No flames or insults will be
read or answered.  KRedv10@aol.com