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 Two Summer House in the Hamptons I woke to the sound my mom calling up to me the next morning; saying that breakfast would be ready soon. Still lying atop my bed, I stretched away the nights sleep, and smiled at the memory of my recent orgasm. Pulling myself off the bed, I walked naked into my bathroom and stared bleary eyed at myself in the mirror for a moment; before stepping in front of the toilet for a morning pee. As the stream started, it squirted off a bit to one side at first; my pee slit slightly glued shut with the residue of last night's session. "Damn..." I muttered, as I wiped the rim off with some toilet paper. The shower stall was a walk-in, with plenty of room, and two shower heads at different levels. Turning the cool water on, I stood and let it rinse over me, flowing refreshingly down the channel of my butt crack on its way to the drain. There was a bottle of vanilla body wash in the stall, and I lathered myself generously with it, again enjoying the soft touch of my own wet, soapy skin. I lingered for a bit, fondling my soft, and then semi soft boy part; and then I heard my mom calling again from outside my bedroom door. "Danny, breakfast is ready, hurry along please." "I'll be right there mom..." I answered. Reluctantly rinsing the scented body wash off of my dick. I dried off quickly; ran a comb through my hair and then opened my bedroom door to head downstairs. "Oh shit..." I breathed. I hadn't even thought about putting any clothes on. I went back in my room and fished out a fresh pair of board shorts; stepped into them, and pulled them up over my hips; being careful not to catch myself in the zipper. Once downstairs, I grubbed down the bacon and eggs my mom had made for me, and guzzled a large glass of O.J. Feeling fresh, wide awake and content from the food, I walked out onto the back deck to sit in the morning sun. My parents were sitting out there drinking coffee; and my dad gave me a cheery smile as I plopped out on the deck chair. About nine thirty, my folks started getting ready to drive into the village. My dad asked if I still wanted to stay here with my friend; I did of course. He said they would be gone all morning, shopping and such; and wouldn't be home till sometime in the early afternoon. Cool by me. Then of course came the rules `again', from my mother. I was strictly forbidden to swim in the ocean without them, or another adult keeping an eye on me. I rolled my eyes on cue; and with that they headed out to the SUV and drove off with a wave and a smile. It was nearly ten, and after pulling on a white Nike tank top, I scrambled down the steps from the back deck and headed off down the beach toward Nick's place. I jogged for a few minutes, surprisingly anxious to see him again. Finally I could see the house a little further down the beach; and I noticed a boy, who appeared to be Nick, moving around out on the sand. As I got closer, I saw it was indeed my new friend, and he was flying one of those really cool beach kites. Immediately I could feel myself getting excited. Nick was wearing a bright white tee shirt, that came part of the way down his hips; and it almost made it look like he wasn't wearing any shorts. In fact, he wasn't. As he moved around, struggling to control the large, two lined kite; his shirt lifted when he raised his arms, and this revealed him to be wearing a small, bright blue Speedo. My eyes surely widened at the sight of it; and suddenly I could feel a weird sense of anticipation. His feet and long tanned legs were bare literally up to his crotch. He turned his head and smiled as he saw me approaching. "Hey..." He called out to me. "Hi Nick." I answered, drawing near. With a grin, Nick turned and steered the big colorful kite into a dive near me; whisking it back up into the sky just above my head. "Almost got ya..." He laughed, as I ran up alongside him. "That's pretty cool." I told Nick, as I stood just behind him and watched as he maneuver the large kite in loops and dives around us. "Wanna' try it?" Nick asked with a warm smile. He stabilized the kite, holding it steady in the air above us. Turning toward me, he put one of the control handles in my hand, then moved himself around behind me, handing me the other controller. "Whoa..." I breathed, surprised at the pull the kite had against the strong breeze. Nick laughed as he stood right behind me. He had put his hands up on my shoulders, to help me hold steady until I got used to it. "That's it, you've got it." He offered, as he gave me tips on how to control the kite. After a few minutes, I started to do some loops and stuff. "This is cool..." I told him, with a grin as he stood alongside me. "You picked it up really quick." He praised, putting his hand softly up on my shoulder again. I liked it when he was touching me; and I turned briefly to look at him. His eyes were so green... We flew the kite for over an hour, switching off frequently. We made up a game, and whoever wasn't flying it, had to run out to the water and back; while the other guy dive bombed him with the kite to see how close we could get. It was a hoot. My last time out, Nick swooped in so close that I felt the bottom edge of the kite graze my hair as it whisked skyward. "Whoa..." Nick laughed. "That was a close one mate." He said with a makeshift English accent. "No doubt. It nearly nicked me nuts..." I laughed, trying an English accent of my own. "I get it." Nick laughed, "It nearly `Nick'ed your nuts." We both cracked up at the unintended pun. Finally a bit worn out, we set the kite aside, and sprawled out in the sand to relax for a few minutes. Lying there, with his tee shirt hiked up a bit, Nick's blue Speedo's were openly visible. Trying to be discrete about it, I couldn't help but look at the tight suit, and the clearly defined outline of his dick and balls pressing firmly against the thin fabric. A shudder ran through me. Shit, it looked, well, nice. I looked away, but I could feel that queasy excitement already building in my gut. I glanced at it again, of course; and Nick had moved his knee up, and out to the side a little, affording me an even better view of his young protuberance. I found it difficult not to just stare at it; and I think Nick was aware of my attention. Suddenly, as if by design, he reached back behind his head and grabbing the collar of his tee shirt, he pulled it off over his head. He turned and spread it out on the sand behind him, and then lay back down on it. I tugged my tank top off as well, and lay back with my eyes once again playing over Nick's nearly naked body. He was so lean; and like me, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him anywhere. I looked at his boylike, but maturing body; starting at his nicely tanned feet, up his long smooth legs to that beautiful blue Speedo. His round bulge looked absolutely brilliant to me. I could see both testicles separately outlined; and his young boy tube, pointing up and off to the left; sheathed in the bright blue fabric. I had to look away for a moment, to gather myself, as my insides were tingling with delight. I'm only twelve; but even so, I realized it was sexual excitement. Whether this was just unguided pubescent horniness, or something more; I don't know. Furtively I looked at the v-groove, formed by the lean cut of his lower abdomen, as it plunged, and disappeared into the Speedo; and I shivered with excited tension. I wanted desperately to see the flesh that was forming the mound hidden by his swimsuit. There was a moment when I closed my eyes, and envisioned Nick without anything on. My boy parts were fully charged, and I had to reach down to adjust myself. Nick must have seen me, because I heard him chuckle. Opening my eyes, I saw Nick was looking right at me, with a smile. "Got an itch?" He asked, and I blushed. I kind of nodded, and smiled awkwardly at him. "Scratch it." Nick said. "That always makes mine feel better." I looked him in the eyes, and his warm smile turned into a friendly grin. It didn't seem to bother him that I had an erection. And I was almost sure that he knew that he was the cause of it. "So, did you do it last night?" Nick asked suddenly, and quite boldly. "What?" "Oh come on; you know." He stated with a sly smile; and despite my embarrassment, I smiled a crooked little grin. "Ya, I thought so..." He added. We lay quietly in the sand for a moment, each with our own thoughts. "What about you?" I asked, finally summoning the courage to say it. Nick's smile increased, giving me the answer. And, as I looked at him, it wasn't hard to see the lump in his Speedo filling out a bit. Nick must have felt a little self conscious then. Unlike my board shorts, his Speedo didn't offer much concealment for a hardening wiener. He sat up, and grabbing his tee shirt from behind him, he held it over his lap. He twisted, and hopped up from the sand, turning away from me. "Come on." He said. "Let's go inside and grab something to drink. Grab the kite, will ya..?" I got up, tossed my tank top over my shoulder, and scooped up the kite from the beach; following along behind him. We walked up across the dune to his house. Much like the beach house where I was staying, there was a large deck at the back, which also had a small hot tub built into it. We crossed the deck, and wiped the sand from our feet with our shirts and went inside. The house was high beamed and very open. As we walked in, the kitchen and living area were all blended into one giant room. Nick walked to the fridge, and pulled it open, stooping just a bit to check out its contents. "Hmm... You want a Pepsi? Maybe some juice, or water, or what?" He asked. I stood behind him a few feet; my eyes happily glued to the tight round globes of his butt, barely covered by the small swim suit. " I uhh... Huh? Oh! Maybe a Pepsi I guess." I stammered. Nick handed me a cold soda, and turned around with a plate of cold pizza slices. "Let's snack on these." He suggested, putting the plate up on the counter. He pulled some potato chips from the cupboard, and we stood at the counter while we talked, and snacked on the goodies. I wanted to ask Nick some stuff, but I was really nervous. I mean, even though we had been hinting at, and joking about boners, and jacking off; well, there's a big difference between joking about something, and actually wanting to do it. I mean, I really like Nick. What if I say the wrong thing? What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he..." "Danny, can I ask you something?" Nick asked suddenly. I looked over at him, a bit surprised, and certainly curious. "Ya... You can ask me anything?" I responded, hoping that he would. "So, you know the stuff we've been talking about, right?" He asked, making the jerking motion with his hand again, as a little clue. "Well... Ya." I said softly, more than curious now. "So, I was hoping, maybe we can talk about it some more?" Nick suggested shyly. "Really?" I blurted out, and started to laugh. "I was going to ask you about the same thing." We both smiled at one another; each of us feeling a little more as ease. "This is so cool..." Nick said excitedly, not wasting any time. "So... When you do it... You know, jack off and stuff, do you... Do you squirt anything yet?" He asked. I looked down at my slice of pizza, still a feeling a little shy. "A little bit..." I mumbled nervously, as if confessing something. "Do you?" "Uh huh. Not a lot, but, a little squirt. Sometimes two." Nick said. Then he reached down, needing to tweak his stiffening boy pole. I have to admit, I had to do the same thing; and we smiled knowingly at each other as we did. Nick looked up at my eyes, as if judging something, or getting up his nerve. "You wanna' go up to my bedroom?" He finally asked. I looked at him and nodded, wondering what he was thinking about. We hurried up to his bedroom on the upper level of the beach house; where Nick closed the door behind us. He looked a bit nervous; and I was oddly excited, as I wondered what he had in mind. "I'm gonna' show you something." He said. Getting down on the floor, Nick reached under a small dresser, and pulled out several magazines. We sat side by side on the edge of his bed, and Nick looked over at me with a sneaky look. "What are they?" I asked, totally curious. "Nudist magazines." Nick breathed, as he opened one of them. My eyes opened wide as I looked at the first few pages. Everyone was naked. I had seen a Playboy once, but this magazine had families in it; with kids our age. There were a lot of pictures with naked boys, and for some reason both Nick and I seemed particularly interested in those. Within seconds, both Nick and I were reaching underneath the magazine, which was spread on our laps between us; needing to squeeze our plumped up boy tools as we turned the pages. "Let's get comfortable..." Nick suggested, sliding back from the edge of the bed. I scootched back with him, and we leaned back, side by side against the head board. As we were getting comfortable, I couldn't help but look over at Nick's body again. Except for his Speedo, he was totally on display to me. From his naked legs and feet, to the prominent bulge; which was (gasp) just barely concealed. I swallowed hard as Nick opened the magazine again, spreading it over our laps. He flipped the page to a picture with three young boys in it. Two were uncircumcised, and the other one was. After a moment, Nick looked over at me. "So, which one are you?" he asked softly. "Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned. Nick pointed down to the picture, moving his finger between the two types. "Oh... I've still got my foreskin." I told him. "Cool, I like those." he smiled. "I'm cut." He added, almost apologetically." "I know." I told him. "What? How did you know I'm circumcised?" Nick asked with an inquisitive grin. "Well, to be honest... Your Speedo kind of shows it pretty clear." I confessed. Nick blushed just a little bit; but then he smiled. He moved the magazine from his lap to look. "See." I told him, practically putting my fingertip on his dick. "Whoa. I didn't know it was that obvious." Nick commented sheepishly. I noticed a little dime sized wet spot, on the front of his Speedo at the top of his bulge. "You're leaking." I said with an excited chuckle, more to myself than to Nick. He blushed again, embarrassed by the drop of apparent precum that had seeped through his swimsuit. He looked over at me, to see what my reaction was. I gave him a slow smile. "It's ok." I told him reassuringly. "I probably have the same thing going on." I looked down at my own shorts, and rubbed my fingers across the front of them. "Ya, but yours doesn't show..." Nick said, sounding a bit disappointed. He opened the magazine again, and we started looking at the pictures once more. We always lingered on the many pictures of nude boys, both of us wanting to look. "He's so hot." Nick commented without thinking; as we looked at a closeup picture of a cute twelve year old. I don't even think he realized that he had said it. I looked over at his face as he anxiously studied the picture. That's when it really sunk in to me; what I suppose I already knew. Nick was seriously into boys. I looked back at the magazine for a moment, feeling a rush of excitement. This was exactly what I was hoping for. Sitting there thinking about it, I screwed up my courage and made a decision. Reaching down I quickly undid the button on my board shorts. Before I could change my mind, I hooked my thumbs over the waistband and slipped my shorts down my thighs, exposing my young erection. I looked over at Nick, hoping I hadn't gone too far. Nick's eyes were about as wide as they could get. His mouth was open in a shocked expression. Briefly he glanced up at my eyes, and then focused back on my boy junk. Finally a huge grin spread his lips. "That is so cool..." Nick breathed, still staring at my boner. Setting the magazine aside, he reached for his bright blue Speedo and pulled it down over his hips. It was my turn to look now. I could feel my insides flutter, and my dick twitched as I looked at his rigid boy tube. Nick wasn't circumcised, and another drop of precum was oozing from his pee slit. It looked awesome. Absentmindedly, I reached down to touch my own member. With Nick staring intently at it; I pulled the foreskin sheath back, exposing the shiny purple plumb of my glans. "Whoa..." Nick uttered, fascinated at the sight of mine. "I've never seen someone who had foreskin before. I mean, not in real life anyway... That's so... So cool." He gasped looking up at me. He wrapped his fingers around his own turgid boy tool, and began to stroke it absently. "Wanna' jack off together?" He asked. "Looks like you've already started." I laughed. And then, staring at his dick, I began to stroke my own. It must have looked funny; two boys staring transfixed at one another, with our fingers flying over our boyhoods. I had never, ever done anything like this before. It was incredibly erotic to me, to watch him; and I wanted to touch his dick so badly, as I watched his balls bouncing around with his vigorous stroking. My foot rolled to the outside, making contact with his. The touch of skin on skin was electric, and my eyes rolled back in my head with the extra stimulation. "Ohhh... Oh fuck..." I breathed. Nick must of felt it too, because I heard him moan, and then I felt the soft touch of his warm hand as he laid it casually on my thigh. Nick's head leaned back against the headboard, as he continued jacking himself with his other hand. We were both deep in the throws of it... Tingling excitedly, our feet rubbing together as our legs moved in jerky motions... It was getting close... Getting so close... The tingles... "Nick. Nick honey I'm home." Came a female voice, as we heard a door close downstairs. "Oh shittttt..." Nick panicked. "My mom's home." Quickly he leaned forward grabbing his Speedos and pulling them up. But he had been too close, and his dick throbbed with orgasm as the fabric slid over his sensitive erection. "Unnnnchhh..." he strained against it, but suddenly a wet stain moistened the front of his Speedo. I barley saw it though, as I was leaping off the bed trying to quickly pull up and fasten my board shorts back in place. "Nick honey, are you in your room?" There was a gentle tap on the door. "Ya mom..." Nick answered, and he pulled his tee shirt quickly over his head just as the door opened. Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed with an awkward smile as his mom walked in. "Oh, hello. Who's this?" His mom asked as she looked at me. "Uh, this is my new friend, Danny." Nick explained. "Danny, this is my mom." I managed a little nervous smile, and reached out to shake her hand. As she was distracted with that, Nick slid the Nudist Magazine out of sight behind him. "We were just going out to fly the kite down the beach." Nick claimed, and I nodded my head in agreement. "Oh, that'll be nice." His mother said. "Would you like me to make you some lunch first?" she smiled. "No, no thanks mom. We just snacked on the cold pizza a few minutes ago. We're gonna head down to the beach now." Nick replied, as I scooped the kite up from the floor. We all walked down stairs, and Nick and I slipped quickly out the back door and down to the beach. We walked out past the sandy dunes away from the house, and plopped down on the sand for a moment. "Man, that was too close..." I said. "You don't know the half of it." Nick answered, lifting his shirt to show me the wet stained fabric of his swimsuit. I looked at it eagerly, and then up at him; and we both broke out laughing. "Shit... And it was gonna' be a good one too." Nick said, clearly disappointed. We sat quietly for a moment, both of us thinking about it. "I... I liked doing that with you." I said quietly. Nick smiled softly. "Me too." He responded, looking up and down my bare legs. "And... And I really like you too." He said awkwardly; and suddenly he leaned over and quickly kissed my cheek. His face colored, as he blushed nervously. Nick hurriedly popped to his feet, and started getting the kite set up to fly. I was still sitting in the sand, surprised by what he had just done. I watched as Nick stooped over to spread out the lines of the kite. He knelt down, and I stared again at his firm, rounded boy butt; and smiled comfortably. I wanted to do more than just jerk off with Nick. A lot more. I hopped up from the sand and walked over, kneeling down right alongside him to help with the kite. "Wanna' spend the night at my house?" I asked looking over at him. He turned his head toward me, and nodded with a little smile. "Sweet...!" I said softly. Then I leaned over and returned the little kiss on his cheek. We both smiled, perhaps thinking of the things to come. We spent the next hour and a half messing around with the kite on the beach. But I could barley wait, as I thought about the messing around we might do later. This was gonna' be awesome... End of Chapter Two. Please check out my other stories, including The Boy From Sweden; in the Prolific Authors section, under the name, About A Boy. Thanks for reading...