Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 16:14:30 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer House In The Hamptons *Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between two young boys. If the subject matter offends you, or not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age, then find something else to read. Enjoy. Another Story by; About A Boy / This Boy's Life This story centers around a summer experience on the beaches in the Hamptons. It involves two twelve year old boys; their discoveries, and a curious, budding relationship. Chapter One Summer House in the Hamptons So, don't think for a second that we're rich or anything, because we're not. The truth is, my dad works for Global Tech, in product development. But he happens to be friends with one of the big wigs in the company; an old college buddy of his, or something like that. Since he and his family were spending some time vacationing in Paris this summer, he offered my dad a chance to spend the week at his summer house in the Hamptons. That's about the only way we'd ever get to have a place like this. So there we were, making our way to the Hamptons to spend some time at his beach house. Sounds kinda cool and all, but having to spend the week with just your parents; well, that part kinda sucks. I'm twelve after all, almost thirteen; too old to hang with my folks all the time, and according to them, too young to really be left alone anywhere. It sucks being a tween and an only child; and I wish one of my friends could have come along so I had someone to mess around with. We pulled into the little village store, about a mile down from where the beach house was, so my folks could go in and buy some groceries for our stay. I declined going into the store with them though, opting to sit out in the SUV and listen to some tunes on my iPod. After a while though, it got to be kinda' hot just sitting in the car; so I got out and walked across the parking lot, so that I could climb up and sit on the little concrete seawall which separated the beach from the road. It was kinda' cool because the beach was right there; and there was a little wooden jetty that angled out into the water. It looked like there were a few people standing out on the end of it, casting their fishing lines off the pier into the water. But what really caught my eye was another kid about my own age, sitting alone on the pier. He was dangling his legs over the side, his tan bare feet grazing the water as he casually swung his legs back and forth. He was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, with the cuffs rolled up several turns to mid calf; and he was wearing a white tank top. I wondered if he lived around here, or was just visiting like I was. He was really tanned though, so I figured he must hang out at the beach a lot. The boy looked pretty trim, and his dirty blond, shoulder length hair really accented his cute, sun bronzed features. "Danny..!" I heard my dad calling from behind me. He was standing by the SUV, and motioned for me to come back to the vehicle. Taking one last look at the boy on the pier, I swung my legs around on the seawall, and hopped off of it to run back over to the car. "How's it look?" My dad asked. "Cool." I responded. "The beach is right there. I can't wait to go swimming." My dad gave me a big smile and loaded the last of the groceries into the back of the vehicle. We turned out onto the road and headed off. It wasn't very far at all to the house, which was cool; I'd be able to walk back to the pier and explore. We pulled up to an awesome looking beach front house; it was huge by my standards. There was a big deck on the beach side which was split into three tiers, with a hot tub on the lower section. Just off the deck on the beach, was a private area with a big fire pit and some old weathered, wooden beach chairs placed casually around it. The inside was kinda cool as well. It was nice and modern as it was, but it was still decorated in a casual way; leaving no doubt that you were at the beach. My room was up on the second level facing the ocean. It was a lot bigger than my room at home, and to my surprise, it even had its own small bathroom. I pulled open the curtains, to find that there was a private little deck just outside the French style doors. "Cool..." I muttered, wandering out onto the deck. I looked out over the beach with a smile, as the fresh sea breeze washed over me. You could smell the tang of salt in the air, and hear the squawk of the seagulls somewhere off in the distance as they rode the warm air currents. Grabbing at my tee shirt, I pulled it off over my head and with a smile I turned to go back into my room. Wanting to check out the beach, I hurried into the small bathroom; stepped out of my pants and dropped my boxer briefs to the floor. I stood in front of the toilet for a moment to take a quick, and much needed squirt after the long drive; and then, after vigorously shaking off a few stray drops of pee, my young boy tube began to stiffen up just a bit. No surprise to me really; it's been doing that a lot lately. Apparently, puberty started kicking in with me several months back. But I didn't need my school health class to tell me that though; my frequently reoccurring boners and a dozen or so soft, silky little pubes just beginning to grow in over my dick told me that... I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and watched with interest as I slowly slid my soft pliable foreskin back, exposing the shiny purple head of my young penis. My little sausage was about three inches long when soft, about four and a half when stiff; and I smiled at the way it looked; then glanced briefly at the rest of my body. I like the way my body looks... I don't know if that's weird or not; liking your own body, but I do. It's still very boylike; lean, firm stomach, but starting to show a little definition. Still watching in the mirror, I slid my palm across the flat of my stomach, and then slowly up to my chest, stopping for a moment to idly explore my small little pebble of a nipple; which protrudes just a bit; yet another sign of my puberty. My skin feels so soft and smooth, and I smiled curiously at my youthful reflection. Normally I might want to finger my boy parts a little longer, having recently discovered the interesting feelings that come with that; but I decided to ignore `my precious' for now; because I was excited about checking out the beach. Pulling my foreskin back over the cap, I walked naked, back out into the bedroom and dug through my luggage to find, and then slip into my board shorts. My parents wanted me to eat lunch first; and then I had to listen to their litany of rules; about my not swimming alone, or wandering off too far without letting them know, and on, and on... "Geeze dad, I'm twelve; not two." I complained. "Exactly Danny, you're twelve... Not twenty." My dad replied. I hate it when parents think they're clever like that. So, with the `rules' in place I slipped into my flip flops and headed out the back toward the beach; walking around the fire pit, out past the sand drift fences and into the sandy dunes. With a smile on my face, I watched the waves roll in for a few minutes; and then had the sudden urge to run. Kicking out of my flip flops I tossed them back up by the fire pit, and wearing nothing but my board shorts, I took off and jogged down the beach; straying near the edge of the water as it rolled up and over my feet, splashing my legs and shorts. I jogged quite a ways down the shore, passing a few beachcombers and swimmers along the way. Finally I slowed to a walk, and pushed my fingers back through my longish light brown hair, smoothing it back. Stooping, I picked up little bits of drift wood and other things, then tossed them with a splash into the water; just doing things boys do. I had jogged past several other beach houses during my run, and was coming up on another one now. Glancing at the house, I noticed someone sitting on the railing that circled the deck, and I was a bit surprised to see that it appeared to be the same blond haired kid that I had seen sitting on the jetty earlier in the day. He had changed into a simple pair of board shorts, and was sitting up there, casually watching me; and when he noticed that I had seen him, he lifted his hand in a brief wave. I smiled up at him, returning the informal greeting. We kind of looked at each other a bit awkwardly for a moment, and then I stooped once again to pick up another driftwood stick. I turned and took a few running steps toward the water, and threw it out over the small incoming wave. Indifferently I glanced back toward the house, but was a little disappointed actually when I didn't see the other boy up on the deck anymore. I turned around again to continue my exploration down the beach, grabbing up another piece of junk from the sand, and that's when I saw him again; walking across the sand in my general direction. When he got closer, he bent over and picked up a stick as well; tossing it overhand toward the water. He stopped a dozen or so feet away from me, looking out over the waves. "Hey..." He said offhandedly, with a casual glance. "Hi." I answered back, turning to chuck my own stick at the receding wave. "I haven't seen you before; are you here on vacation?" The boy asked me. "Uh huh. We just got here today" I responded, glancing again at the boy. Up close now, I could see he was really a cute looking kid. He looked to be about an inch or so taller than me; so maybe about five foot three. He had a very boyish face, with a small nose, and deep sparkling green eyes. I mentioned before that he was lean, and very fit looking with a lithe build, and shoulder length dirty blond hair, "I'm Nick." He offered suddenly as I stood staring at him, intrigued by his looks. "Oh, hi... Ya, I'm Danny." I replied with a friendly little smile. He grinned shyly, and stooped down to pick up another stick from the sand. "Do you live there?" I asked, pointing back at the beach house. He glanced casually back toward the house and nodded. "We spend the summer months here. My mom and me, mostly! And my dad when he gets off work and stuff." I noticed that he was casually looking at me; well, looking at my body to be exact, kind of checking me out. Our eyes met, and I saw him blush a little, and then he quickly looked away, as he reached down to pick up another chunk of driftwood. We stood there silently for several moments; each of us tossing things out towards the water, which was rolling in with the surf. I glanced again at him, intrigued by the other boy's good looks and his firm body. Weird I guess, being interested in another boy like that; but for some reason I just was. He was interesting to me. "So... You maybe wanna' hang out or sumpthin'?" I ventured hesitantly. "Sure, that would be cool." He responded, almost too quickly. I got the feeling he was a little bored, perhaps a bit lonely. We started strolling down the beach together; running in and out of the water as it came up in waves that rolled across our bare feet. Nick kicked water at me, and we laughed as we splashed at each other; running down the beach hopping and giggling like the young boys we were. For several hours we explored along the shoreline; tirelessly searching for new stuff, and different things to experiment and play with. I had really taken a quick liking to Nick. He was easy to talk to; and it was comfortable around him, as if we had known each other for a long while. At length we plopped down on the beach to relax for a bit. Nick lay on his back in the sand, with his fingers laced behind his head. I sprawled out in the sand alongside him, and looked over at my new friend. His torso was so smooth and tanned; his armpits were bare, and his long legs were virtually hairless, right down to his small, quaint feet. Nick glanced over at me, and smiled shyly. I was struck again by his shining green eyes. They were an intense emerald green, and seemed to sparkle warmly in the light. I guess it's weird, for a twelve year old to notice things like that; and I don't know why I was doing it now; but I just have some unusual attraction to this kid. As we lay there, I noticed that he kept looking me over from time to time as well. After a while, we decided we should head back up the beach toward our houses. I had been gone a long time, and I'm pretty sure my parents would already be wondering where I was. Reluctantly I hopped up off the beach, and then looking back down at Nick; I offered my hand to help him up. He took it, and leaping up as I pulled, he flew at me laughing and we both tumbled back onto the sand. We wrestled playfully like old friends for a minute or two; giggling all the while, as boys do. Finally we climbed to our feet again, and started walking back up the beach; talking all the while about kid stuff. When we got back to where Nick lived, he asked if he could come back to my place with me; wanting to see where I was staying. I was more that happy to have him come with. I figured if my mom and dad were bent about me being gone so long, they couldn't be too mad if I had a new friend with me. We walked across the dunes past the drift fences, and I stepped into the flip flops that I had left there. "Cool place..." Jake remarked as we climbed the back steps to the deck. "Ya, my dad's boss owns it; we get to use it for awhile. Come on in." I offered. We went to the sliding glass door and I kicked off my flips, as Nick wiped his bare feet on the mat, so we wouldn't track any sand inside. As I expected, my mom gave me the `where have you been' look as we walked into the kitchen. "Hi mom..." I said cheerfully, trying to set a positive tone. "Mom this is my new friend Nick. He lives down the beach, and we were just hangin out and stuff, and we..." "I know what you're up to young man." She said with a wry look. "Next time, let us know where you are going alright? Hello Nick." She added, turning to smile at my new friend. "Are you boys' hungry?" I turned and smiled at Nick. "Yes please." Nick and I replied together, then laughed. "I'll make you guys' some tuna sandwiches then, if that's okay." She smiled. Both Nick and I nodded, and I elbowed him. "Come on, we can wait up in my room." I said, turning toward the stairway. Nick followed me quickly up the stairs, and into my bedroom. "This is pretty cool..." He commented, as he looked around. "Whoa, you got your own private bathroom up here." "Ya I know, cool huh. Gives me more privacy to... To, uh..." My voice trialed off, and Nick looked over at me with a crooked smile. "Privacy to do what?" he asked, with a knowing look. "Nuthin." I answered quickly, blushing just a bit. "Ya... `Nut'-in!" Nick grinned, as he made a jerking motion with his fist. "No..." I protested, blushing in earnest now." Nick started laughing; and after a moment's hesitation, I did as well. "Boys... Your lunch is ready." My mother called up to us from downstairs. We were both still giggling a little as we headed down to the kitchen and sat up on the stools at the counter to eat our lunch. Nick swung his bare foot, to hit mine below the counter, and we both laughed again, at our own private joke. I really liked Nick, and I couldn't help but to look over at him as we sat there. We were both still wearing just our board shorts; and as Nick sat there, I could clearly see his tan line in the back where his shorts gapped. I suddenly felt funny. The creamy white band of skin, and about two inches of his smooth butt crack just seemed to work on me; causing butterflies in my stomach. What the heck was going on, causing me to feel this way? I shook my head to change my focus, and we finished our sandwiches. After lunch we went back outside to lie around in the sand dunes for awhile; where Nick and I just talked for over an hour. We talked about school, and things we liked to do, like swimming and stuff. We both played soccer, and baseball; and neither of us are really into video games. He loved to go to the movies; just like I do. He said he didn't have a lot of really close friends; which surprised me, because he's so easy to like. But then, maybe that's why I have this odd attraction to him; because I'm actually really shy, and don't have a lot of real friends either. After a time our conversation waned a bit; each of us feeling a bit lazy as we lay near each other in the eel grass, which was growing in the sand dunes. In fact, we actually dozed off a bit as the cooling sea breezes rinsed over our bodies in the warmth of the afternoon sun. I kind of woke up a several minutes later though, as I thought I felt something softly brush my inner thigh. I opened my eyes, and noticed a quick movement to my right, where Nick was. As I glanced over at him, he appeared to still be dozing; yet I noticed that Nick's chest was rising and falling quickly, as if he were breathing heavily. I also noticed an obvious lump in the front of his board shorts. Rather curious... I suppose I could have imagined the soft touch that I had felt, but... To my surprise I could feel that my own young boy tool was now pressing a stiff little tent in my shorts. I rolled over, lying on my stomach to hide my youthful erection. Resting my chin on my hands, I furtively looked at Nick; hoping to see his youthful bulge again. With his eyes still closed, Nick reached down and gave himself a little adjusting squeeze. "Driftwood?" I asked with a sly smile. "Hmm?" Nick breathed, opening his eyes and looking over at me. "Driftwood, or is that just regular `morning wood?" I asked, boldly glancing at his shorts. Nick blushed, but immediately started laughing. "Ya, so what are you hiding? He wondered aloud, with a grin. "Nothing..." I answered too quickly, and now it was my turn to blush again. Nick smiled softly as he rolled my direction, and then he sprang on top of me. "Ya, I bet it's a `big' nothing..." He laughed, as he straddled me; sitting across my hips and tickling me on my bare sides. I giggled as his fingers played softly over my ribs, and I rolled over to try and dislodge him; but he wrapped his legs around mine and he clung to me. I could feel the soft warmth of his chest pressing against my back; and then suddenly he reached down and surprised me by grabbing my groin. "So what's this...?" He giggled knowingly. "STOP..." I protested, as I pushed his hands away from my dick. Then half in anger, and half in excitement, I twisted around and took a squeeze on his stiff package as well. We rolled away from each other, breathing hard and lying on our backs in the sand. I didn't know what I was feeling. I wasn't mad; he just surprised me is all. I mean grabbing someone's dick is a really bold thing to do. "Sorry..." Nick said softly from my left. We lay there quietly for a moment, and finally I turned and looked at him with a smile. "Mine's bigger." I replied with a huge grin. He smiled then; relieved that I wasn't upset, and we both laughed for quite awhile. "I get em' all the time now. Boners, I mean." Nick said quietly. "Do you?" "Ya, me too." I agreed with a nod. "It's that puberty thing, I guess." Nick nodded in agreement, and then he rolled over onto his side facing me; propping his head up with his hand. "So..." Nick started hesitantly, "How often do you... You know..." He made a small jerking motion with his hand; like he had done up in my bedroom. I blushed instantly, feeling both awkward, and yet a sense of excitement by the naughtiness of what we were talking about. "I don't know." I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "You know, once in awhile I guess." "Ya, same here." Nick breathed, sounding a little reassured. He rolled over onto his back again, and I looked over at him. He still had the bulge in his shorts and I smiled at the sight of it, and of him. I had never talked to anybody about this kind of stuff before, and it felt really awesome to have someone to talk to. I'd have been way too embarrassed to talk like this with my friends back home. Nick seemed to be like me; shy, but curious about this stuff. As I looked over his body, I suddenly began to wonder what his dick looked like. "Well, I should probably head home." Nick mentioned a few minutes later. "Oh... Ya, I should head in too, I guess. So... You wanna' hang out tomorrow?" I asked, more than a little hopefully. "Sure." Nick replied, climbing to his feet. "My mom's gonna' drive into the city in the morning to see my dad, so... Come on over around ten if you want." "Okay... Let me clear it with my mom first, but I'm sure she won't mind." I answered. Nick gave me a timid smile, and with a little wave he turned and started to jog back down the beach. "Bye..." I called after him; and he waved again without turning to look back. I watched as he ran off toward home. When he was down the beach a ways, I turned and headed back to our house, and up the steps to the back deck. When I went inside I looked for my mom in the kitchen, and then found her and my dad making out on the couch in the living room. Gross... I didn't need to see that. "Mom." I chastised. They both looked back at me and laughed. "Hi honey." She said, glancing past me. "Where's you little friend?" "He had to head home." I responded. "Is it ok if I hang out with him tomorrow?" "Sure." My dad answered thoughtfully, nodding to my mother. "We're on vacation, so we don't have any set plans. Your mom and I were going to drive into the village to shop around. But you don't have to go if you want to stay here and be with your friend. If you stay close, and out of trouble." He added. "Dad... When do I ever get into trouble?" I replied, with my most innocent smile. Later that evening I went back upstairs to my bedroom for the night. It was still warm inside, so I slid the window open to let the evening sea breeze cool it down. I stripped off my board shorts, and since I had previously locked my bedroom door, I didn't bother to put anything else on. I had actually started sleeping naked for the first time at home about a month ago. I loved the feel of unrestricted freedom, so I wasn't about to stop doing it here at the beach. With a leap, I dove naked onto the bed; twisting around as I did, so that I landed on my back. Lying there with my hands behind my head, I started to think about everything that had happened that day. Which of course, got me thinking about Nick; my new friend. He was pretty cool; and with as shy as I am, I was surprised that I was able to talk to him about boners, and jerking off. I started to think about how his body looked; and not surprisingly, I felt my insides tingling as I started to bone up. I looked down at my young naked body sprawled across the bed, and watched as my soft skinned penis slowly twitched, and moved on it's own across my smooth pubic mound, as it stiffened. Slowly, erotically, I slid my palms across the firm flat of my belly, continuing on down my inner thighs; enjoying the soft, smooth feel of my skin. Drawing my hands back up my thighs, I caressed my silky scrotum; gently fingering my boyish testicles. "Mmm..." I moaned quietly, moistening my lips with my tongue. Rocking my hips a bit from side to side, I closed my fingers over my hardened boy stick; tugging the creased, loose foreskin up and over the end of it. With my fingertips I squeezed the loose skin against my glans, letting the foreskin slide back and forth across the already moist, sensitive tip. "Mmm..." I sighed again as pleasurable feelings played throughout my groin. I began the steady stroke of youthful masturbation, and I continued to squirm my hips around to heighten the experience. I closed my eyes to help me fantasize, and the first image that came to my mind was that of Nick. It surprised me a little, but as soon as I thought of him, my arousal increased "Ohh, uhhh, uh..." I sighed quietly as I imagined Nick's sweet, smoothly tanned skin in my mind. The thought of the bulge in Nick's shorts came to me; and I realized just how much I wanted to see his dick. While I continued to stroke myself with my left hand; I used my other hand to caress my naked body. I slid it all over on my thigh and around my hip; then across the firm round bulb of my butt cheek. With one leg pulled up under me, I let my fingers slip into the warm crease of my butt cheeks. "Ohhhhh..." I sighed again as my fingertips brushed gently across my pink boy pucker. The feeling was awesome, and I could feel the tingles begin to churn inside me as my legs twitched involuntarily. My stroke quickened as the feelings grew, and I turned my head to the side to burry my ace in my pillow; trying to muffle the growing sounds of my moaning. "Oh geeze... Oh man..." I breathed. My thighs seemed to go tight, my toes bent with the intensity of the tingling that was charging through me. I could feel the rush in my loins, and then that awesome, indescribable feeling as everything came to a head. The feelings this time were as intense as any I had ever had, and I knew this one would be special, so I had to watch... With one last moan, my stomach went taught, and my orgasm exploded from me. My eyes went wide as I watched a clear squirt of boy nectar shoot out of my dick and splat across my belly. "Uhhhhhh..." One final pleasure filled groan. My head fell back on the pillow as I struggled for breath. "Oh shit..." I breathed finally. "That was awesome." After a few moments, I squeezed my firm young boy tube, milking it from the base of the shaft. Several small, clear sticky drops dribbled out of me, and clung to the tip of my glans. It was awesome; and I slid my finger over the tip, making me cringe at the sensitivity of it. I examined the sticky residue on my finger. This was so cool. Before this, I had only managed a drop or two; but this time... This was a full fledged squirt, and somehow I knew it was because of the extra stimulation of imagining my new friend, Nick. It occurred to me that my new friend was having quite an effect on me. I wondered if maybe he had, or was, jacking off tonight as well. And even more, I wondered if he thought about me at all while he did it. Oh man, that would be so cool. Not long afterward I started to doze; and fell asleep with the dribbles of still drying boy honey on my stomach. End of Chapter One *Please read my other stories, including, The Boy From Sweden, in the Prolific Authors Section, under the name: About A Boy.