Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2014 23:07:54 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer Of Discoveries 2 Warning: This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-14, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings. Story written and posted by, About A Boy. Summer of Discoveries (Chapter Two) * Recap Of Chapter 1 *With some trepidation, I soaped up my hands and reached around to cradle my own rounded butt cheeks, squeezing their firmness as I pulled them gently apart. My fingers delved slowly into the soft warmth of my crease, rubbing gently over that most sensitive and secret of boy openings. It had always seemed gross somehow to me in the past, touching your own butt hole... But now curiosity had superseded that notion. Tentatively I rubbed over it a time or two, noticing how it seemed to clench as I skirted over it's rim. I shivered once again, and this time actually wiggled my fingertip over the warm pink ring, gently prodding it a bit. "Whoa..." I breathed. The feeling had been strangely pleasant. I pulled my hand around quickly to look at my fingertip, almost expecting to see some nasty residue on it, like when your finger accidently slipped while wiping yourself. Nothing of the sort, my fingertip was clean and pink. I even sniffed at it expectantly. Nothing. Reaching back again, I rubbed my little pink wrinkle more emphatically, pushing gently against it, wondering if it would resist entry. Determined now, I pushed upward. I could actually feel the warm ring expand over my fingertip, almost like lips wrapping wetly around it. Couldn't help but shiver with delight at this warm personal invasion. Beyond curious now, I slipped my finger in further, past the first knuckle. Weird. Wonderfully weird. I managed to wiggle my fingertip a little, and I shuddered at the erotic spasm as my bunghole tightened around the intruding digit. "Uhhh...." I sighed slightly, then slowly withdrew my finger. I was just about to do it again, when I heard my mom calling up to me from downstairs. Something about dinner nearly being ready. "Damn..." I stood up, actually feeling more than a bit disappointed; and with some curiosity I examined my finger once again. Puberty was turning out to be alright after all... *** Chapter Two......... The next morning, I was awakened by my mother's voice, calling to me from downstairs. "Nathan... Nate honey... You have a friend here to see you." She called up to me. I was still in that morning daze, having just woken at the sound of her voice. Rolling over onto my stomach, I grumbling slightly, and tried to make some sense of what my mother had said, as I dozed back into semi slumber. Several seconds later, there was a gentle knock at my bedroom door and I half opened my eyes, still not alert as of yet. "Hey... Nate." Came a soft, but familiar voice from beyond the door, followed by another brief knock. "Mmmff..." I grunted, slowly raising my head for a brief moment, then pulled my pillow up over my head, figuring that I was only dreaming. My door opened timidly, and someone padded softly into my room. "Hey man... Rise and shine." The soft voice compelled me. "Dude, you awake..?" It continued. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and a gentle nudge prodding me into movement. I raised my head again, pillow and all, and looked out from under it toward the source of the intrusion. From under the pillow, looking out I could see a pair of tanned, bare legs. I stared at them a moment, as I slowly came to my senses, before raising my head higher and looked up at the boy wearing white shorts and a red tee shirt. He had an amused grin on his face as he watched me struggle to wake up. "Oh.... Hey Scott." I mumbled, stifling a yawn. It was the cute boy I had made friends with the previous day. "You always this lively in the morning?" Scott questioned softly, as he lifted the pillow off my head. I smiled sleepily. "Na... Just didn't sleep well last night." I replied, rolling over onto my back. I stretched there for a moment, one bare leg sticking out from under the covers. I noticed that Scott seemed to be watching me with some interest. Finally I propped myself up on my elbows and shook my head. "What's up?" I questioned, still looking sleepily at the other boy. "We were gonna mess around today, ya?" he responded. "So I came over to get you." He smiled and sat on the edge of my bed. I glanced up at him, remembering how we had swum in our underwear yesterday, and how..... Well, how cute I thought he looked. Scott was a lean kid, maybe four feet eleven. Just about the same height as me. He had a nice slim body, though clearly on the cusp of adolescence. He was tanned, and his shock of unruly blond hair really gave him that beach boy look, well that and his almost girlishly cute face. I smiled now at the recollection of the fun we had the other day. We had explored the beach yesterday, and had even taken a piss together, standing side by side as boys our age sometimes do. I remembered how his dick looked, when we had exchanged mutual glances. His boyish tube was thin, a lot like mine, and about three inches in soft length. The only real difference was, I still had my foreskin and Scott was cut... Then I remembered that last night in the bathroom, just before bedtime, that I had started to think about Scott while I was masturbating. Suddenly I felt a bit embarrassed with him sitting there on the edge of my bed, and I'm sure my face flushed red. This was the second time that I had caught myself thinking about another boy in a sexual way. Curious, I wondered again if it was just puberty having its way with me, or something else. Something a little more sinister. "So you getting up, or what?" I heard Scott's impatient voice as I slowly returned to the present. "Ya... Ya, I'm up." I said, giving him a gentle push off the bed and tossing the covers aside. To my further embarrassment, I had forgotten that I was naked beneath the sheets. "Oh shit..." I breathed in a sudden panic, as I quickly snagged my pillow from Scott's hands and pulled it over my exposed boy parts; which, by the way were about half stiff at this point. I knew Scott had seen it. His eyes were opened wider in surprise, and he grinned at me. "Nice..." He muttered, while I turned beet red again. I quickly scootched off the bed, holding the pillow firmly against my boy junk. Embarrassed, I snagged my undies up off the floor, and with my back turned to Scott I dropped the pillow and quickly stepped into them. But glancing back over my shoulder, Scott just shrugged at me like, it was no big deal. I reached down and pushed my wrist firmly against my half inflated tube, trying to stave off the impending boner. Funny the things we get embarrassed about. We all get stiffies, and we all look pretty much the same, so it's not like it's a big secret or anything. Even though Scott and I had peeked at each other while we had peed yesterday, there was still a feeling of vulnerability if you're the only one naked, or in this case, with a half hard on... I just hoped he didn't think it was because of him that I had the stiff. I liked Scott, and since we'd only known each other for one day, I didn't want him to think I was weird or anything, and have him ditch me. Quickly I pulled on some khaki cargo shorts up over my briefs, and then slipped into some low rise Nike ankle socks. Fishing a fresh tee shirt from the dresser, I quickly slipped it over my head, and I noticed that Scott was watching me intently the whole time. He had a curious smirk on his face, which turned to a full blown smile when I looked at him. "Ready?" He asked lightheartedly. "Almost..." I replied, as I stepped into the adjoined bathroom to take a leak. I never even thought about closing the door, and I stood in front of the bowl to empty my engorged bladder. Finished, I shook off, then stepped back into the bedroom, scooped up my vans and we headed out my door and down the stairs. My mom offered us both some cinnamon Pop Tarts, and grabbing those and a couple of orange juice boxes, we headed out the front door. "So, whatcha' want to do?" I asked, straddling my bike, and stuffing part of the pop tart into my mouth. Scott hopped on his bike, grinned, and mumbled his reply, also through a mouthful of pastry. "I'll show you around some more... Got some cool things to show you." He managed. "Come on." With that we rode out of the yard, and into the street, heading the opposite way from where we had gone yesterday. We peddled quietly for a moment, until we had finished our pastries, and sipped down the juice boxes. Finally Scott smiled my direction and we stood on our bike peddles to pick up the pace. We talked casually for several minutes as we rode. This was all new territory to me, being only my second day on the island, but Scott knew his was around, having spent many summers and weekends here. The roads were all tree lined, but the morning sun was already beaming down on us on this beautiful mid July day. After riding for awhile, we came to a schoolyard of sorts. It was the one small school on the island, serving the handful of elementary and Jr. High school kids who lived on the island full time. It wasn't all that big, but it had a surprisingly nice grass playfield alongside it, with a blacktopped basketball court on one end near the far side of it. There were four younger boys, one about eight, and the others about ten or eleven running around in the grass with a soccer ball. One of the boys called out in greeting to Scott, so we pulled off the street and rode through the grass to them. "Hey..." Scott greeted the boys. "Wanna play?" One of the ten year olds asked. Scott glanced over at me and shrugged questioningly. I loved soccer though, so I nodded and let my bike fall to the grass. Brief informal introductions were made, and we kind of divided up into two sides, Scott on one side me on the other, since we were the biggest and oldest. We quickly shed our tee shirts to use as goal markers, and played skin on skin. With just three a side, it was easy enough to know who was on your team. Running around, I kept slipping and sliding on the grass. The flat souls of my Vans didn't offer much grip, and after a few minutes I simply took off my shoes and socks to play barefoot. The grass was really soft and lush, and it didn't take long before everyone else had shed their footwear as well, the lot of us running around barefoot, wearing nothing but various colored shorts. It was a lot of fun, and Scott and I were pretty evenly matched as we scrambled around playing for forty minutes or so. With the score tied, one of the ten year olds fed a nice pass to me, and I broke past Scott on the run. He was toast, and I would have scored easily, but just as I was about to shoot Scott dove desperately at me from behind and managed to grab onto my shorts, pulling them down my ass part way. I stumbled forward and fell, sliding on my belly in the grass, which only served to pull my shorts down even further, leaving my bare butt and other boy baubles hanging out behind and underneath me. Everyone was laughing, including me as I struggled to pull my pants back up. Soccer had suddenly turned into a wrestling match at that point, as one of the ten year olds jumped on top of me trying to playfully spank my bare bottom. I managed to get my shorts up, mostly, covering my front parts at least, and I twisted around to grab one of the boys who were now piling on top of me. It was a pig pile of nearly naked kids at that point, twisting, laughing, and writhing around. Someone's fingers squeezed around my boy bits for a second, and I turned my head to see Scott grinning impishly at me... "Get him..." I yelled, and bodies shifted to make him the center of the pile. Tomi, the eleven year old had Scott wrapped up, and they rolled to the side. I don't know why I did it, (well, actually I do) but I saw Scott's shorts clad rear end sticking up from the pile, and I reached out and pushed my fingers deep into his butt crack, giving him a meaningful wedgie of sorts. Scott squealed indignantly, but flashed a grin as he tried to twist himself free. Though I was having too much fun to notice for the most part, but this warm, sweat dampened pile of boy skin was really kind of exciting. We continued to thrash and wrestle about for many minutes, until so exhausted we all just kind of stopped and just lay there, still half tangled around one another, but too winded to move. That's when I noticed how secretly amazing this all felt. Tomi's head and shoulders were propped against my belly, my hand resting lazily on his bare chest. The youngest kid, Aaron, was still pretty much lying on top of Scott, but his right leg and bare foot kind of hung over mine. Funny how young kids seem to have no real boundaries. Personal space doesn't seem to mean that much to us, and lying there like this wasn't in the least bit awkward or uncomfortable, even though I had just met these other kids. I turned my head to glance over at Scott. Man he was really cute. My eyes wandered down to his soft tanned adolescent chest. His pebble of a nipple rose and fell with his breath, and his skin looked so buttery smooth and tight. I shuddered with inner and secret delight. My eyes shifted to the other eleven year old who lay wedged between us on his back with his knees up, his smallish bare feet flat on the ground right near my face. My eyes followed the rounded contour of his smooth calf muscle, up toward his ill fitted shorts, which were thin cotton and gapped loosely, leaving ample space around his thigh. The boy's white cotton briefs were clearly on display underneath, forming the distinct shape of his boy bits. Gapped at the bottom, I could see much of his right testicle, shrouded loosely in a fold of thin golden scrotal skin. I shuddered again, and swallowed. Closing my eyes I savored the moment, and then realized that this odd delight in seeing, or being in contact with other boys, seemed to mean something about me. For the first time the actual thought crossed my mind that I might be 'different' from most kids... I opened my eyes and noticed that Scott was looking at me. He had a soft smile on his face, as if he knew what I had been thinking about. I felt slightly awkward there for a moment, as if a secret about myself had just been revealed. Still, I found myself returning Scott's smile. We all lay around in the soft grass for several minutes, before one by one we clamored to our feet. Tomi and his brother, the youngest boy, had to head home, so we all rounded up our stuff, pulled shirts, shoes and socks back on, and then said our 'see ya laters'. Scott and I were the last to leave, and we rolled off on our bikes, continuing down the road as we had been doing before we had spotted the other boys. It was fairly warm out now, and our running around had caused us to sweat, that pre adolescent sheen of fine wetness that covered us now. "Damn, I'm sweatin'." Scott declared "Me too... Anyplace to swim around here?" I asked. "Yup, that's where I'm taking you." Scott told me. A few blocks further, we turned back down another road to the left. It was headed toward the lake we had swum in the previous day. A few country blocks later and Scott turned off onto an obscure trail that led into the woods; which we followed for s hundred yards or so. Hopping off our bikes, Scott led us around several downed trees, and onto yet another smaller, almost concealed deer path which was covered in a canopy leaves. Another fifty yards or so and we came to a small secluded clearing right there in the underbrush near the lake. "Cool..." I breathed, at the fortlike encampment. There was a large tree that hung out over the lake, and a newer knotted rope hung from one of the giant limbs near the water. We dumped our bikes at the edge of the clearing and walked forward. "Like it?" Scott asked proudly. "Me and another kid cleared this out a couple of summers ago, and put up that rope swing. Scott pulled off his tee shirt and tossed it on one of several cut tree stumps that were set up as places to sit. He was already stepping out of his tennis shoes, and he stooped to pull his socks off. "Well... We swimmin' or what?" He asked, glancing over at me. I grinned my answer and reached over my head to doff my tee shirt as well. "Swimmin' in our undies again..... Or..." "Or what?" I asked, pulling off my socks. "Or we going 'skinny'...?" Scott prompted. I was confused for just a second, but Scott answered by peeling off his shorts and underpants, and with a quick boyish smile he ran the four quick steps and leaped naked into the lake. A wet splash accompanied his entry into the water, and I just stood there for a moment, a little surprised by Scott's boldness. He surface in the lake, and spit water from his mouth, a big grin spreading across his features. "What? You're not shy are you, boner boy?" He laughed, referring to my half erection that he had seen this morning when I had thrown my bed covers off. "N... No..." I stammered. "I've just... Well, I've never skinny dipped before. I looked out at the lake, wondering if anyone else might be able to see us. There were no houses near by on this side, or directly across the lake either. "Come on Nathan... Drop your drawers and get in here." Hesitant, feeling a bit awkward and more than a bit naughty, I pulled my boardies off, took one last glance around as I drew in a deep breath, and then quickly peeled off my undies, tossing them haphazardly in the general direction of the stumps as I ran toward the edge of the lake. With a prodigious leap, I hurled myself into the water, bare ass naked. I plunged into the cool water with a big splash, water swooshing up around my dangling nuts, and into my exposed butt crack. It was.... Exhilarating. It was refreshing, and felt fantastic. There was that unsettled feeling of being naughty, but at the same time, a satisfying feeling like we were getting away with something, as I swam to the surface totally free balling it. I popped up only a few feet from Scott, who was treading water and grinning at me with that mischievously boyish grin of his. "Well, boner boy... Whatcha' think?" "I think.... I think this is awesome." I grinned, and sent an arm propelled wave of water in his direction. Laughing, we swam out into the lake a ways. It was so delightfully weird. Your nuts dangling free, swishing around loosely with every move through the water. I had to laugh as Scott piked into a dive taking him underwater like a dolphin. His bare white butt rolled for a moment above the surface of the water. It was funny, and exciting at the same time. He surfaced with a grin, then did it again. This time as his bum came out of the water he was turned away from me, and I could briefly see the pink and dark grommet of his bung hole, and his loose hanging scrotum dangling between his legs for an instant, just before he went under the surface again. I shivered. Not because of the cool water, but because of the 'cool' view I had just spied. I had to wonder if he knew what he was doing, and had deliberately flashed me his boy parts. He did of course, as I was to find out later. Right now though it was just a splendid peek at his privates. We splashed wildly at each other, and then without thought I clamored up on top of him to push him under. It was pure boy fun, and weirdly exciting as my naked body slid over his. I could feel my wet boy tube and sac slide over the smooth skin of his back. God if felt awesome... We grappled playfully at close range, douching each other with water, wrapping around warmly one another, our wet slippery dicks pressed onto each other. We laughed, and swam back to the shore. Scott climbed out ahead of me, and I had another great view of his boy hole as he lifted one leg up onto the shore, which spread his butt cheeks apart, leaving his balls dangling and dripping invitingly in front of me. I followed right behind him, but he turned quickly and dove at me, hurling us both backward into the lake. He wrapped his arms around me in a playful bear hug from behind, and I could feel his warm genitals pushing and rubbing against my leg... I broke free, albeit reluctantly, and crawled up onto the bank with Scott at my heels. "Nice one boner boy..." Scott chided, looking down at my semi stiff dick. I was just about to cover myself, embarrassed again, when I noticed that he had chubbed up a bit as well. His dick was sticking strait out, half hard and on the rise... "Ya, I'm not the only one..." I said, nodding down at his obvious growing protuberance. Scott grinned that impishly boylike grin, and reached down to give his tube a meaningfully playful shake... He laughed, and headed for the big tree where he began to climb on the two by four rungs that had been nailed onto it. "Come on..." He chimed. I quickly followed up behind him. The branches were large and easy to climb. Which is a good thing if you are naked. The last thing you want to do is scrape your bare boy parts over the branches of a tree. Another good thing though, the tree was a huge Madrona. If your familiar with them, the bark is thin and smooth, peeling quite a bit. So when I straddled the large branch, my bare bum rested comfortably on the relatively smooth surface. Scott balanced on the large limb, and tightrope walked it several steps, till he could reach the thick rope that was hooked there. "Wanna' go first?" He asked, looking back at me. "After you..." I replied, a little nervous, and really wanting to see him go ahead of me. He grinned again, and taking hold of one of the knots on the rope, he reared back and let fly. The rope swing arched out and over the water. Just at its apex, Scott let go and did a back flip into the water fifteen to twenty feet below. Watching him, I was still aware enough to reach out and catch the rope as it swung back empty toward the limb. Scott surfaced and let out a boylike 'whoop'. "Go for it..." He called up at me. I grinned at him, still feeling a little nervous, I stood up bare foot on the branch and gripped the rope just above one of the knots. "This is nuts..." I mumbled, and then I leaned forward and swung out over the lake. No back flip for me this time. I let go at the end, and dropped feet first into the lake. It was really cool, though I had forgotten I was naked, and nearly gave myself an enema as water rushed up my butt crack. I surfaced a few feet from Scott and looked over at him. "See... Not so bad is it?" He offered. I stuck my tongue out playfully at him, and then started for the shore. We spent the next thirty or forty minutes swinging out over the lake and splashing into the water down below. Scott taught me how to do a back flip off the rope, which I got the hang of quite quickly. It was a hoot. Funny thing; within a few minutes, I had completely forgotten that we were naked. We were just two boys, swimming and having a blast. You can't do that when you're older. It's the magical innocence and wonder that goes along with boyhood. It's special really. Funny, at that age most boys can't wait to get older. To grow up into manhood. But you know what, those days of adolescence are the best times of your life. Nothing will ever be that simple and innocent as those days are. We played out there on that rope swing, and just swimming around in the lake for a long time. At one point near the end, we were doing doubles off the rope. Both of us grabbing onto the it, or clinging to each other, and swinging out into the air together. We'd let go of the rope, and 'airwalk' as we dropped. Each of us trying to out do the other, just trying to be funny. We'd make stupid faces, or grab onto our nuts, or spread our legs into wild kung-fu kicks in mid air. It was awesome... Finally, pretty much worn out, we pulled ourselves out of the water, and spreading our shirts out on the wild grass, we lay back naked to let the angled warm afternoon sun bake us dry. I lay there on my back with my hands tucked up behind my head for several minutes, just enjoying the moment with my new friend. I glanced over at him after a minute. His eyes were closed as he absorbed the sun. I couldn't help but let my eyes scan down his naked tanned body. He was lean, his belly flat as a board. My eyes wandered to his bare pubic mound. No hairs that I could see, at least from three feet away. I looked at his penis and shivered with pleased delight. Like mine, his was about three inches long when soft like that. Right now it lay flat against his body, kind of off to the right side a little, pointing toward me. It was sweet. Fleshy, and smooth. His glans was exposed of course since he was circumcised, and his small mushroom knob looked so... So tender. I looked at the purse of loose skin that was his scrotum. It hung limply below his dick, also like mine, perched across his upper thighs, and both testies were clearly defined beneath the soft skin. My eyes followed slowly all the way down his legs, which were boyish, but still shapely and strong. Down to his compact, boyish cute feet. It was making me lustful for such things... Welcome to the puberty party. I turned my head back and closed my eyes, reaching down for just a second to give my foreskin, which was suddenly feeling a bit tight, a little tug of adjustment, and then I smiled about this great experience. Of course I didn't realize it with my eyes closed, but Scott gave me a long look over as well. He had glanced over at me, curious about my foreskin, as he studied me covertly. I think I had the beginnings of a stiffy at that point, because he told me later he could just see the purple tip of my knob, as it peeked out timidly from beneath the hood of my foreskin. He was more than a little turned on by it. We were both timid about such things at the time. Sneaking private little peeks at one another, and yet unknowingly both of us were feeling, and thinking the same things. But you can't just dive into something like that can you? You can't tell someone what you're thinking about. So you're always waiting for the other guy to hint at those things first. Not wanting to leave yourself vulnerable if the other boy wasn't interested in such things. But we'd find out soon enough, wouldn't we... When the sun had dried us, we stood up and casually pulled our clothes back on, still sneaking knowing glances at one another as we dressed. We grabbed up our bikes and made our way back up the deer path, then up the main trail toward the road. As we peddled back, I noticed Scott kept glancing over at me. It felt like he kind of wanted to tell me something, but, maybe he was a little embarrassed to do so. Finally when we got near my driveway, he spoke up. "So.... You wanna' maybe spend the night at my house?" He asked, almost timidly. I turned and smiled at him. "Sure. I mean, I've gotta' ask my mom and all, but, she should be fine with it I think." I responded with a smile. Scott smiled warmly back at me. "Cool..." He mumbled, more to himself than to me. Spending the night with someone over the summer when you're a kid is always an adventure. It can be full of mischief, full of fun... And full of summer discoveries... At least, that's what I was hoping for. End of Chapter Two. To be continued..... To find my other stories, please look on Nifty in the Authors section, under the name, About A Boy. Comments are always welcome. Thanks for reading my stories, and I can only hope you continue to enjoy them, and perhaps find some of your own childhood memories mixed within their verses.