Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 13:39:52 -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 chapter continues the story of two twelve year old boys, spent on the beach in the Hamptons during Summer Vacation. With their friendship growing tighter, and their curiosities about their coming of age growing stronger; Danny and Nick expand their bonds of friendship... Chapter Four Summer House in the Hamptons Early the next morning I was in that kind of place, you know, where you are on the verge of waking up, but still not totally conscious; kind of like you're dreaming, but not really. As I lay there, I could feel a comfortable warmth nestled around me. It was nice; like a radiant warmth making me feel content somehow. My eyes fluttered open finally, leading me to a pleasant surprise. Nick, who was still sound asleep, had rolled over toward me sometime in the night; and now his young naked body was partially draped over mine. Nick's head was nestled softly on my shoulder near my cheek; his arm was draped loosely over my chest, and his leg which was bent at the knee; was lying warmly over my thigh and boy bits. "Wow..." I thought. This felt really wonderful. It wasn't sexual; I mean I didn't even have a hard on or anything, it just felt... Wonderful. I cradled my arm around him, and absently began softly rubbing his back. My fingers gently enjoying the soft touch of his skin. I kind of smiled to myself. How many twelve year old boys get to experience a tender moment like this; or, at least admit that that is what their doing. It was sweet, and innocent; and I really liked it. I don't know how long we lay there like that, but Nick finally woke up. Surprised, he looked up at me; and quite embarrassed, he quickly pulled away from me; apologizing as he did so. The rush of cool morning air, quickly replaced the tender warmth of his body against my skin; and the moment was gone. "Oh, sorry dude..." Nick apologized again. "I'm not..." I assured him. "That felt really nice." I offered him a reassuring smile; and then, surprising even myself; I leaned over and kissed him. Not a little brush on the cheek, as we had both done before; but a genuine, my lips against his kind of kiss. I don't know what had come over me; it had just been on impulse. I'm sure I was blushing heavily now, and this time it was me making an apology. "Sorry, I just.... I..." Nick looked at me for a moment; then a little bemused smile crossed his lips. "I'm not sorry..." He replied. "Like you just said... I kind of liked it." We both just looked at each other for many seconds; each of us feeling an odd mixture of excitement, sexual awakening, and... Happiness. There was a soft knock at the bedroom door, and my dad's voice on the other side of it. "Come on boy's, time to get up. Nick's mom invited us to go sailing this morning. We're going to leave for the Marina in about an hour. Lets go boys...." I looked over at Nick. "You guys have a sailboat?" I asked. He nodded at me. Apparently our parents had hit it off pretty well the other evening at the bar-b-cue. Perhaps it was the wine, but they seemed to have become fast friends, just as Nick and I had done. "We should probably take a quick shower." I suggested, hopping up out of bed. I always did in the morning, just to wake up and feel clean. Still butt naked, I strolled into the bathroom and got the water running, and started to get in. Hesitating, I went back to the door and looked over at Nick, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning. "Well..." I said. "Are you coming?" He glanced at me, then smiled "Hmm, oh ya. I wasn't sure if you wanted to shower at the same time, or..." He said, as he hopped off the bed. We walked into the shower stall and began to bathe. There really wasn't anything sexual here though; there probably wasn't time for that. But we did help scrub each other's backs; which was a nice, friendly treat. Washing each other's curvy butt, and sliding soapy fingers into each other's cracks; timidly touching over each others boy holes. We pretty much watched one another the whole time. I mean, seeing another naked body, glistening with water and streams of soapy suds rolling down tanned skin is quite a sight after all. Anyway, after shampooing our hair, and gaining mild erections in the process; we quickly rinsed off and got out to dry. Finally dressed and downstairs, my mom had cereal and toast waiting for us. And, sure enough, an hour almost to the minute, we headed out and loaded up into the SUV. Nick directed my dad on how to get to the Marina. He stopped off at the store to grab some ice for the cooler, a bunch of snacks and soda's, and of course, more wine for the adults. We drove for nearly half an hour before pulling off into the Sand Shoal Marina. Nick showed us where to park, and we walked down the pier's till we came to the right one. Nick entered the code at the gate, and we all walked down to the proper slip. Nick's mom was already on the boat, checking the rigging, and getting it ready to go. "Whoa, nice boat..." I called out excitedly. Sitting there was a very nice blue and white, 35' Erickson sailboat. "Whew..." my dad whistled. "Very nice indeed." Nick's mom, Nancy, waved us aboard with a cheerful smile. We all stepped onto the boat, bringing the large cooler of goodies with us. Together, we all helped getting her ready, and as Nick and I untied the bow and stern lines from the dock; his mom put the small trolling motor in gear and we pulled out of the slip; around the shoal past the breakwater, and out into clear water. Nancy gave us all some instructions on how to sail, and assigned us all small tasks to take care of. Nick knew his way around sailing, so he helped me too, as we set sail and took to the sea breeze. It was a beautiful sunny summer day. The breeze was pleasantly stiff, and the boat came about and took to the winds, cutting through the water at a crisp pace. Several seagulls flew above us for a short while, as if checking things out, before banking off to fly by themselves amongst the air currents. This was a hoot. We were really flying, and Nancy kept giving us sailing lessons as we sliced through the sparkling water. She even let me take the wheel, instructing me on how to turn, and give commands. "Prepare to come about..." She called out. Meaning everyone else was to be ready to do their chores. Everyone was ready, so I called out, "Coming about..." As I turned the wheel. Nick released the jib, and as we turned, the sail snapped crisply to the other side. My dad trimmed the jib on his side and the tack was finished. "Whoa... I beamed, that was cool..." Nancy was pretty good at sailing, and teaching us the basics of it. It was great, basking in the hot sun and sea breeze. My hair was flowing backward in the wind, and Nick and I laughed happily as we scooted across the water. It was so cool when the boat leaned far onto it's side. You could almost look down across the deck to the water; an occasional fine spray dampening your skin. After a long while, we took up a more casual pace, and Nick and I hurried below, wanting to change out of our board short, into swimwear for a possible swim. Nick peeled off his board shorts and pulled on his vivid blue Speedo again. So nice.... I stripped off my shorts and reached for my swimsuit, but Nick stopped me. "Here. Wear a pair of my Speedo's." He offered. I was a little bit reluctant, because they were so skimpy; but then I thought; what the hell... I pulled on the bright yellow Speedo that Nick had offered. It was indeed skimpy. My package was thinly wrapped, as if in paint; and at least an inch or two of my butt crack was on display for the world to see. I was feeling a bit shy about it, but then I realized my parents had certainly seen it before; and Nick certainly wasn't complaining. And his mom surely wasn't interested in the 'short comings' of a twelve year old boy. We climbed out of the cabin, and back up on deck, into the warm summer sunshine. Moving our way forward, we were going to lay out on the deck near the bow. "Woo, look at you..." My mom hooted at the Speedo; an apparent attempt to embarrass me. I was. "Mommmm..." I growled back at her, as everyone else starting laughing. Why do parents think they have to do stuff like that anyway..? Nick and I moved quickly up to the bow, and laid out our towels on the deck. Then we both sat with our feet hanging out over the sides as we leaned on the railing and let the warm wind stream over us. It was really fun. Some time later, Nick's mom told us we had better put some sun screen on before we burned up. We both already had nice tans, so I doubted that would happen; but his mom tossed us a tube of sun tan lotion, while my dad steered the sailboat. We rubbed ourselves down with the lotion; even helping one another spread it over our backs; which was another nice treat... And I have to say, Nick's tan body looked really nice to me as it glistened; all slickened down with oil like that. After sailing around for a long while; Nick's mom dropped sail, and we entered a small protected inlet along the shoreline. It was really secluded, apparently accessible only by boat. Nancy and my dad anchored the sailboat in the cove; and then my dad helped prepare the small inflatable life boat. The three adults finally pushed off in the lifeboat, with the cooler of goodies. The skiff only carried three at a time, and the adults were going to set up for a little picnic on the beach. My dad would come back for us boys later. That was cool with us, as Nick and I laid out on the deck of the anchored sailboat. Feeling thirsty, I opened a forward hatch, and crawled below to get Nick and me some cold drinks from the small fridge unit in the cabin. The grownups had taken the soda's along with the cooler, so I put some ice in glasses and filled them up with juice. Back up on the deck, I handed Nick his glass, and then sat down alongside him, as he watched me closely. "You know, you look pretty good in that Speedo..." He remarked, scoping out my pubescent bulge. I reached down and gave myself a playful little squeeze for his benefit. He grinned broadly, and then had to roll over on his stomach. No doubt trying to hide his stiffening boy pickle... With a sly smile, I reached into my glass and pulled out one of the ice cubes. Reaching over, I held it against Nick's bare back. He jerked at the cold touch, but then settled back, saying that it felt kinda nice actually. Feeling mischievous, I slid the ice cube around, between his shoulder blades. It was melting against his hot skin, and I watched, intrigued by the drops of water that rolled down his sides, and into the groove of his spine. With a little smile I slid the cube way down his back, and pushed it playfully into the two inch valley of his butt crack, which was showing above his Speedo. He jerked, propping up on an elbow as the cold melted drippings rolled down the crease of his ass below the bright blue nylon. "Ohhh man..." He hooted, and we both laughed. I laid back on my towel then to enjoy the sun; but after a minute or so I felt a sudden wet chill on my chest. Snapping my eyes open, I saw Nick, leaning over me, holding an ice cube to my chest in his fingers. "Hey...." I yelped. He had put it on my chest, and was moving it slowly around in circles; melting the cube on me. He slid it slowly, deliberately across my small nipples, and then looked up at me with a grin. "How's that feel?" He questioned. "Cool." I replied, a little play on words. We both giggled. Nick continued to move the melting ice randomly around on my torso. A small puddle of melted water formed in the divot of my solar plexus. "That's cold..." I breathed. With a sly smile, Nick leaned forward, and stooping down he put his mouth against my chest, and sucked the little puddle of water off of me with a loud slurp. I grinned at him. "That felt funny..." I giggled. Inspired, Nick slid the rest of the ice cube down across my belly, ringing it around the indent of my navel. I giggled as the cold cube played on my skin; and Nick slid it lower then, and playfully looked up at me. I knew where this was going, but made no effort to interfere; and sure enough, Nick pushed the cube under the top edge of my Speedo. Then, with a laugh he grabbed hold of my bulge, insuring that the cold wet ice cube was trapped against my junk. "Oh shit...." I laughed, and squirmed to pull away from him. He rolled with me, still holding onto my iced boy parts; and we both laughed hysterically as we jumbled about. Finally he let go and sat back on his towel. I rolled over onto my back, and looked down at the wet fabric on the front of my swim suit. "So, how's that feel then..." He asked again with a smile. "Good..." I replied defiantly, and we both started giggling again. "It must have felt good to you too..." I added, pointing to the obvious erection sprouting beneath his Speedo. He gave me a knowing look, and we both laughed boisterously... Ten minutes later we heard my Dad as the small inflatable lifeboat motored in close to the sail boat. Nick and I ambled aboard, and Dad whisked us over to the shore where they had set up for our nice casual little picnic. It was kinda fun; and we grubbed down on cold fried chicken and the other goodies. It was really tasty, especially for two ravenous, and growing boys. The grownups topped theirs meals off sharing a little wine, while Nick and I roamed up the beach a little; exploring and beachcombing. I couldn't help but watch Nick's tight round butt as we walked around the point; and the low rise Speedo he was wearing, offered little in the way of concealment; which undoubtedly left my boy pickle with some minor swelling. I smiled as we walked along; thinking about how I had never had a friend like Nick. He was chattering away about something, but, I was too deep in my own thoughts to be paying much attention. Stepping up alongside, I glanced over at him; looking casually at his boyishly soft, and richly tanned features. He had a warm, easy grin that made me smile; and feeling connected to him, I dropped my arm around his shoulder as we walked. Nick looked at me a moment, and then he put his arm around my shoulders as well; as boyhood friends often do, in a less than awkward display of youthful friendship. It was really nice, and I wished that it would never end. We continued to explore for another ten minutes or so; stopping only to stand and toss driftwood chunks out into the water. For a little while, we ran up and down the shore, letting each succeeding wave chase us as it rolled up the sandy incline. When the water stopped it's forward rush, we would turn and chase it back to the waterline as it receded; only to turn and run again; laughing, as the next wave washed inward trying to catch our bare feet. Eventually it was about time to head back, but needing a pee, we both walked up to the sandy bluff; and standing alongside one another, I hooked a thumb under the top of my swim wear, pulling it down in front. Nick on the other hand, boldly slid his Speedo down his hips as he took hold of himself to pee. Of course we had to look over at each other's stuff as we peed; and as Nick looked at mine, I teased him by sliding my foreskin back off my glans. "You have to let it breath once in awhile..." I commented blankly. "Really?" Nick asked, curiously. "No you dork..." I hooted, laughing at him. "Oh... You dick..." He laughed, as he turned and tried to pee on my left foot. I hopped away, both of our streams flailing wildly as we laughed. Finally finished, I tucked myself away; but to be funny, Nick left his shorts down below his butt as we started walking back down the beach; wiggling it at me suggestively. Laughing, I ran at him, tackling him to the sand. We rolled around laughing, and trying to pull each other's Speedo's off. It was a hoot; even though our boy parts and butts were nearly covered in sand by the time we stopped messing around. We lay there in a tangle in the sand, panting and giggling with each other. But it was time to head back to our parents, and we picked ourselves up off the beach and stood; brushing the sand off of ourselves, and each other. Nick smiled softly at me, and I smiled back as we stood looking at each other. Standing there face to face, caught in an odd moment of innocent, contented friendship; we both leaned forward and touched our lips together for several seconds. Pulling apart slowly, we looked shyly at one another; and without a word we turned to walk happily down the beach toward the boat. End of Chapter Four. 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...