Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 12:08:29 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer of Discoveries / Chapter 9 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 Nine) * Recap End Of Chapter 8 *Scott reached out, and pushed my foreskin back, then touched his glans to mine, then pulled my foreskin forward to wrap it around his tip as well. We looked up at each other and giggled. I found out later there was an actual name for this, but Scott and I called it knobbing from that day forward. It was the kind of an innocent boyplay that can really only happen at this age. People take themselves to seriously when they grow up. Everything they do has to 'mean' something. But right now, at age twelve... Shit, it's just plain fun. The curiosity, and wonderment of new experiences like this are the greatest things in the world. First time moments. The ones you will always remember as the best ones of you life. You can do those things hundreds of times after that, and of course it always feels good, but.... There's some kind of magic in that first one. The blowjob that I got today, the first touch of a warm tongue on my boyprong.... Shit.... I'll relive that in my mind a million times. The best part though, is knowing you still have new stuff to discover. More 'first times' were coming, and I could barely wait... We hopped in the shower and got cleaned up, then snuck playfully back to my bedroom. I was both tired, and happy from all the stuff I did today, and climbing naked under the cool sheets, we both lay back and drifted. Scott was asleep in minutes, and I lay there a little longer, already reliving the day. I thought about the rope swing, and the naked fun we had there. I thought about Ayden, and smiled as I remembered his shyness, an how he wanted me to 'teach' him some stuff. I thought about Daryl, and the cryptic comments, and suggestions he'd made. And, of course I thought about Scott and I glanced over at him, asleep alongside me. Then I smiled, and moved my leg out a little, so that our feet touched. It felt nice just to be in contact with him. Yep, there was more to come. With a deep and deserved yawn, I closed my eyes and dropped off... * * * * * * * * * * * * For some reason, my mom was knocking on my bedroom door the next morning around nine. I woke finally, since the sound of her voice had become a familiar harassment to me in the mornings like this. But still, it's summer vacation, and after being drained the night before by my first ever blow job, you'd think she'd let me sleep. "Yeah, I'm up..." I mumbled from my bed, not very convincingly I imagine. "Scott's mother called just now." She said. "He needs to call her back. And I need you two to get up and get your breakfast." Geeze... Doesn't she know how draining a blow job can be.... She knocked again. "Ok, okay... We're getting up." I responded sourly. And we did. About ten minutes later. I looked over at Scott as he lay sleeping next to me, and I smiled at his super cute boyish features. To think, those sweet reddish lips had been wrapped around my boy prong not too long ago, sucking on it like it was a straw. I tossed the top sheet down exposing both our naked young, twelve year old bodies, then reached over with my finger and traced it aimlessly over Scott's chest and stomach trying to wake him. He stirred a little at my gentle tickle "Mmm, ga-morning..." He mumbled, with a little stretch. I rested my palm flat on his bare stomach now and began softly rubbing it around, widening my circles until it encompassed his pubic mound and then down over his soft boy bits. Playfully he pushed upward slightly with his hips. "Mmm, I like that..." He mumbled softly. And clearly he did, because his little bean stalk began to sprout. His eyes were still closed, but a smile spread his lips. 'Knock, knock, knock'... My mom at the door again. "Are you two up yet." She demanded. "We're getting there mom..." I replied, looking down at Scott's steadily growing boy tool. But, when a mom is standing just outside your door, it's tough to maintain the moment, and Scott's sausage quickly went limp again. I rolled my naked body teasingly over his, and crawled out of bed. "We'll be down in two minutes." I called out to my mom, but I think she had already gone. Picking up my underwear from the floor, I stepped into them imprisoning my boy parts, and then picked up Scott's briefs and tossed them directly onto his face. Mmm, tasty..." Scott joked, as he sat up finally and tossed his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. He pulled his undies on, and both of us slipped into our board shorts. I dragged a comb through my hair, and then wearing nothing bout our shorts Scott and I headed downstairs toward the kitchen. My mom was sitting at the dining room table, already working on her laptop, and she told Scott that he needed to call his mother. She had called earlier to tell him that she had forgotten that he had a dental appointment today, and that he would have to come home early, so they could catch the noon ferry to the mainland. A bit disgruntled, Scott got on the phone and called home. "Oh man..." Scott moaned, after talking to his mom on the phone. I gotta' go home about eleven to go to some stupid dental appointment. That sucks..." "Yeah it does." I replied quietly so only Scott could hear, "And so do you..." He punched me on the bare shoulder, but grinned at me at the same time. "I'll make you boys some breakfast." My mom offered from the other room. "Na, I got it..." I told her, and then stepping up to the stove and turning it on, I told Scott to grab four eggs from the fridge. He did, then surprised me when he tossed one over to me. I nearly dropped it, and we both giggled as Scott quickly tossed two more at me, one after the other. I caught them both, but the second one banged into the first, cracking it and leaking egg drool into my hand. We both laughed again, but I managed to crack them into the waiting frying pan, and then I reached out and smeared the egg residue that was on my fingers, onto Scotts right nipple, making us giggle boyishly again. Scott broke the last egg somewhat less than delicately into the pan, leaving a few eggshell fragments in it, which I had to fish out. There was already some cooked bacon on the counter, and we made some toast to finish it off. Sitting at the kitchen table we slathered grape jelly on our toast, and began to eat our breakfast. I looked over at Scott, and opened my mouth to try and gross him out with a mouthful of half chewed food. He only laughed, then responded by running his fingertip over his toast, coating it with the grape jelly, which he boldly smeared on my left nipple. I laughed back at him, but stood up in mock anger, and leaning my chest into him I told him to clean it off. Without missing a beat, Scott leaned over and surprised me by sticking his tongue on my nipple, and licking it clean. Whoa... That was unexpected, and I have to tell you, a bit of a pleasant feeling as he licked, and then suckled playfully at it. Sure glad my mom couldn't see us from the dining room table, but I'm sure she had to wonder what we were both giggling about. After we cleaned up the kitchen mess we went outside to sit on the front porch. "So that bites..." I told Scott. Referring to him having to leave early. We didn't really have time to go do anything, and as horny as boys normally are, we just weren't in the mood at the moment to go up to my room and mess about. In the end, we just hopped on our bikes, and rode up to the island's little country store just to kill the time, and after that Scott had to head home. "Well, see ya later..." He said, and he reached over and pinched my tit. "Owe, bitch..." I laughed painfully, and punched him on the arm. "So, guess I'll see you later then." I told him, as he hopped back on his bike to head home. "Oh, what about the magazines?" "Oh yeah... Just hide them till later." Scott offered. "I'm not sure when we'll be back. My mom likes to shop and stuff when we're over on that side. She might even want to stay over at our house for the night, who knows." He peddled off, waving back at me as he went. Well yeah, that just sucked. Things were just starting to get good, you know, messing around and stuff. My new best friend was taking off for the day, and here I was already feeling bored. I went upstairs to my bedroom to hide the magazines, and I couldn't resist but to open the second one, just for a quick peek. Of course the first picture I came to was of a sweet looking twelve year old boy, sprawled naked on a couch with his legs up and spread wide. He was holding what looked like a small thin cucumber, and he had the tip of it just pushed up into his pink anus. Holy fuck it looked so hot, are you kidding me. I could feel my own dick start to tingle with excitement. For some reason, I had been kind of fascinated with that kind of stuff. Ever since I had pushed my finger up there while jerking off. I had become more than curious about it, and wondered if other kids did it. With my dick starting to swell, I swallowed, and forced myself to close the magazine. I'd promised Scott I wouldn't look at it without him, and as hard as it was, (no pun intended) I wasn't going to break my promise... I messed around with my iPod for a while downloading a couple of new songs, but I was getting really bored, and suddenly I started thinking about Daryl, the older boy who lived just down the street on the lake. He told me I could stop by anytime, and I was starting to like him more and more. I have to admit I was also kinda' curious about the stuff he had said the last time I was there. Telling my mom I was going out to mess around, I hopped on my bike and rolled off in that direction. When I rounded the corner, I could see Daryl's little Subaru parked in the driveway near the house. I rode past it at first, glancing casually toward the front windows, and then making a decision, I turned around and rolled down the driveway alongside his car. I laid the bike over in the grass and walked up the aggregate path to the front door, knocking gently on the wooden panel. I waited for a moment, and then knocked again a little harder. Just when I decided to leave, the door swung open and Daryl stood there with a grin. "Hey Nathan." He greeted in a friendly voice. "I was hoping you'd come over..." He seemed to look me over as I stood there without my shirt, wearing only a pair of white board shorts and my flip flops. "Hi Daryl. I uh... Just thought I'd come by and see what you were up to." "That's cool. Come on in." He offered, stepping back from the door a little. As I walked in, he kind of put his hand casually on my shoulder. "Look at you... You look really tanned in those white shorts." He complimented me, and I think I blushed a little. I mean, I really was getting pretty tan, and I guess that's why I wore the white boardies, maybe trying to look good in front of Daryl. Anyway, I stepped out of my flip flops in the entryway and followed him out to the back deck where he had been sitting. Daryl handed me a cream soda from a cooler on the deck, and then we both sat back in the deck chairs to relax in the sun. "So, where's Scott today?" Daryl asked. "I guess he had a dentist appointment off island." I answered, looking at Daryl's sixteen year old frame. He only had on a thin pair of nylon sports shorts, and he looked just as tanned as I did, and a lot more muscular of course. He smiled at me, I'm sure he'd noticed that I was kind of checking him out. "So... You wanna' take a swim, or maybe take the kayaks out?" He asked. "Sure, the kayaks sound kinda' cool." I replied. Though to be honest, in the back of my mind, I was actually thinking more about what he'd suggested the other day. Daryl nodded, and we finished our soda's. Hopping up, we headed down the deck steps to the back yard. Daryl hoisted two of the colorful kayaks off a built in rack under the deck, and I helped him set them in the grass. Then he grabbed two paddles and set them down as well. "You want a life jacket?" He asked, glancing at me. I shrugged, and shook my head. I'm a really good swimmer, and even from the middle of the lake I knew I could swim to shore if I needed to. "Sit in one of them," Daryl said, "I need to adjust the footrests for you." I picked the bright yellow kayak, and got inside, sitting in the form fit seat. Daryl looked in, and decided to move the footrests a little closer, so he leaned in over my lap and reached down into the crowded compartment toward the bow. I felt his arm brush against my groin as he did. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose or not, and then his shoulder was firmly rubbing against my junk for about fifteen seconds as he moved the pegs up, and his arm brushed across it again when he pulled back out. "There, how does that feel?" He asked. I was surprised for a moment, then realized he was talking about the foot peg location. At least I think he was. The pegs were fine now, and nodding I got out of the kayak. We pulled them across the lawn to the edge of the lake, and set them down into the water. I carefully stepped into one, as Daryl steadied it for me, and then he handed me one of the paddles. He got into the other one, and grinned over at me. "Just keep your weight kind of centered." He said. "If you lean too far out to the side you'll tip it. No big deal if you do though. You'll get the hang of it." So we paddled out a little ways, and it didn't take long before I'd pretty much gotten the hang of it. Then we went way out in the middle of the lake, and paddled down toward the far end of it. It was fun, and I decided I really liked kayaking. We slowly worked our way around the lake, basking in the warmth of the sun and checking out all the other houses that were scattered along the shore. "Should have brought some soda's or something." I mentioned. "It's kinda' hot out here." With a grin, Daryl used his paddle, and he scooped up a big wash of water which he splashed over me, soaking me down pretty good. "Hey..." I grinned indignantly, and we spent the next several minutes in an epic water fight. It culminated when Daryl got behind my kayak, and grabbing the strap, he tipped it sharply, dumping me unceremoniously into the lake. Laughing, I swam up under his kayak, and finally managed to tip him into the lake as well. After a minute of splashing each other, and just swimming around, Daryl showed me how to climb back into a kayak floating in the water. I did pretty well I guess, and he helped stabilize mine as I shinnied into it. Underway again, we headed back along the far side, eventually we even passed the 'hidden' location along the shore where Scott had put up the rope swing near the edge, which I pointed out to Daryl. From there, we decided we would race each other back to his house. Daryl playfully gave me a nice head start, and paddling as fast and efficiently as I could, I really got into it. You can really fly in those things. I was straining for breath, and my shoulders and arms were aching as I pulled each stroke through as hard as I could, but even so, Daryl managed to pull past me just as we neared his house. My arms were spent by that point, but I splashed water on him with the paddle anyway when as he went by... Finally we coasted the kayaks up in front of Daryl's house, beaching them there. "That was really fun, thanks." I told him, finally getting out of the boat. "Yeah, you caught on pretty quick." He answered, and then he put his hand on my shoulder, and playfully pushed me over into the water. I stumbled to my feet with a grin, and did my best to tackle him into the water. Daryl's pretty strong though, and I more or less wrestled with him for a minute before we both tumbled into the water. It was all good fun on a warm summer day. After a few minutes we got out of the water and carried the kayaks back across the lawn and returned the them to their rack under the deck. With everything neatly stowed away, we headed back up top to towel off, and grab some cold and much needed beverages, which we guzzled right there while standing on the deck. "That was cool Daryl, thanks. I really like those kayaks, they're fun, and they can really fly when you paddle hard like that..." I said. "I know, right. Well like I said, you can come over anytime and use any of the water toys out on the lake. I don't even have to be here. If you and Scott wanna' use them, just feel free to do it." He smiled. "That's cool, thanks." I nodded, while stretching my arms and shoulders. "Man, that wore me out when we were racing like that. I can really feel it in my shoulders." "Yeah, it'll do that." Daryl grinned. "Here, this will help..." He moved around behind me, and setting his drink down, he put his hands up on my shoulders near my neck. He started firmly, but gently kneading the muscle tissue there. "Mmm... Yeah, that feels better." I cooed, as he continued rubbing. "Well, we can hop in the hot tub, if you really want to relax your shoulders. And after that I can give you a massage if you want me to." Daryl offered. This was the same thing he had offered the other day, and actually, right now it sounded kinda' good to me. I turned my head, and nodded at him. Daryl smiled and nodded back. "Yeah? Come on then." he said. We grabbed up our towels and I followed him back inside the house, walking toward another short stairway which was just off the main hallway. This one dropped down four steps to a door which led outside to a small, fence enclosed deck on the secluded side of the house. There was a nice built in hot tub, with cedar decking and built in benches all around the outside of it, and colorful hanging plants, flowering in each corner. The cedar fence that surrounded it was high walled, making it really private, and there was a single shower head coming off the wall of the house, to rinse off with after being in the tub. "Wow, this is pretty cool." I offered. Daryl nodded, and put his towel on one of the built in cedar benches. I did the same, and when I looked back at him, he was already undoing the button on his shorts. "I usually go nude." He announced causally, "But you can wear your shorts if you want." With that, he slipped his shorts down and stepped out of them. I tried not to be too obvious, as I looked at his teenage boy bits, while he turned on the Jacuzzi jets, and then stepped down into the bubbling hot tub. I felt more than a little awkward about this at first, but, since he'd seen me naked while I changed the other day, I gathered my nerve and undid the button of my white boardies. Slipping them off, I draped them over the bench, and with my back to Daryl I quickly pulled off my wet underpants, then turned and hurriedly slunk down into the hot tub. "Not so bad is it?" Daryl asked, as I sat deeply in the tub. I smiled timidly back at him. "No... It feels really nice." I responded, and it did. The warm swirling water actually felt really nice actually, and truth be told, having your boy parts floating freely amidst the churning bubbles was a very pleasurable sensation. And, just like when we had skinny dipped, within a minute I had forgotten all about being naked with someone else around. We sat there for several minutes, just talking about stuff, and my comfort level with Daryl continued to grow. I was beginning to really like him, specially since even though he was sixteen he didn't talk down to me or anything, but treated me respectfully. "You thirsty?" He asked. "I should have grabbed us something to drink before we came out here. I'll be right back." He said, climbing out of the hot tub. I watched his naked body again as he toweled off a little. Like I said before, Daryl was in really good shape. He had an obvious six pack on this thin belly, and, not surprisingly I liked the youthful look of his boy parts. He wasn't overly big like a man, or hairy or anything. His dick looked like that a of a youthful teenager. His body was mostly hairless, but for the small tight patch of pubes above his penis, and his balls hung loosely below, but not sagging like some gross old man. His butt was nicely rounded and tight, and from this angle I could even see his nuts from behind as he walked back through the side door to the house. I had to smile a little as I sat there alone thinking about it. This summer had been really great so far, and my advance into puberty was really getting put to the test. I turned around in the hot tub, and smiled as I innocently positioned my dick in front of one of the hot tub water jets. It bubbled vigorously around my boy junk, which felt really good, and I wondered if you could jack yourself off this way if you did it long enough. A minute later I heard the door open, and I quickly turned back around, a little embarrassed that he may have seen what I was doing with the water jet. He just grinned knowingly at me though. "Feels good doing that doesn't it." Daryl said honestly, and I just blushed. Daryl set a cold glass of ice water near where I was sitting, and then he stepped down naked into the tub again, sitting across from me as we let the warm bubbles churn all around us. Our feet touched from time to time, as we allowed our legs to float, and I never pulled away when they did, neither did Daryl... We spent another fifteen minutes or so, before Daryl suggested we should get out, and he once again mentioned that he'd give me a nice body massage if I wanted. Climbing out of the hot tub, I stepped up under the shower head to rinse off and cool down, and Daryl stepped up closely behind me, and reaching around me, he turned on the shower. Cool water rinsed over us, and we moved around under the stream, bumping into each other occasionally as we let the water totally rinse off our naked bodies. After a minute, Daryl turned the water off, and he handed me a fresh towel to dry off with, while he did the same. "Let's go in." He motioned, finally wrapping the towel around himself, and then he scooped up both of our wet shorts and underwear from the bench. "I'll throw these in the dryer so they'll be dry for you when we're finished." I smiled timidly at him. Even though I was feeling more and more comfortable around my older friend, it's still kinda' awkward to be totally naked like this, especially in someone else's home. I wrapped the towel around my waist tucking in the edge of it, and we went inside and back up through the living room. Daryl walked down the hall past the kitchen, and I heard him turn on the clothes dryer. When he came back, he had a large beach towel, and a foam workout mat which he handed to me. "Here... Lay that out on the floor there by the sliding glass door, and spread the towel over it. I'll be right back." He disappeared into the kitchen, and I did as he requested, laying the comfortable foam mat down and covering it with the large towel. I heard the beeps of a microwave oven, and Daryl came back moments later with a bottle of something, and several glasses of ice water for us. He had also pulled on another thin pair of sports shorts, and I looked at him curiously. Smiling at me, he motioned and told me to lie down on my stomach on the mat, so I did, folding my arms under my head as a pillow. Daryl set the cold drinks on the floor next to me, and then with little fanfare he stepped over, straddling me, getting down on his knees and kind of sitting back lightly on my upper thighs. "You comfortable?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Yeah." I nodded. "Can we lose this?" Daryl questioned, tugging gently on the white towel which was still wrapped snuggly around my waist. I shrugged, noncommittally. "I... I don't care, I guess..." I told him. He reached under me to the side, where I had tucked the towel in, and he pulled it lightly. I raised my hips just a bit to help, and the towel came free. Daryl set it alongside of us, leaving me naked with him kneeling, straddled over my legs. "Okay... Just relax and enjoy this." He said. Suddenly I felt something warm spill onto my upper back. "This is just some heated body oil." He explained. A moment later he began a firm, warm rub on my upper back, kneading the trapezoid muscles between my neck and shoulders. His hands were strong, and he rubbed the warm oil into my skin, which, to be honest, felt wonderful actually. "Let me know if I'm doing it too hard." He requested. "Mmm, no.... It feels perfect." I sighed back. His strong fingers manipulated my skin and muscles, and felt really, really good. He massaged all around my neck and upper back, slowly, taking his time and making me feel really relaxed. I had even forgotten that I was naked, lying there on the floor. Slowly he began to rub around my spine, and after five minutes or so, he worked his way very slowly downward, rubbing my entire back. He shifted his weight, and slid himself down a little further on my legs, so he was kind of sitting gently across my calves now, and he poured more of the warm oil onto the small of my back. I was thinking about my bare white ass, sticking up right there in front of him, but man, his ministrations felt so good that I really didn't care that much. He massaged around my waist, firmly rubbing near my kidneys, and then up and down the length of my back and shoulder blades a number of times. "Mmm...." I all but moaned, it felt so wonderfully good. After a few minutes, he poured more warm oil on me, this time at the base of my spine and over my butt cheeks. Some of the warm oil dripped and rolled warmly and deeply into my crevice. If felt strange as it oozed warmly over my boy opening, but it felt surprisingly good at the same time... "You okay with this..?" Daryl questioned, as his hands cupped my buttocks, and he began kneading my fleshy orbs. "Feels good." I replied honestly as he squeezed and rubbed my butt cheeks like two balls of bread dough. His hands slid outward and over my hips, and he took hold, pulling upward slightly, raising and lowering my pelvis a few times. Then his warm hands cupped around my buns again. His fingers pushed and pulled, spreading my cheeks open slightly, and then closed again a number of times. It felt strange, but like I said, also really good at the same time, you know. Then I felt his warm oily fingers sliding down into my butt crack. I tensed for just a second at the unexpected intrusion, but it honestly felt really, really good. His fingers were all together, like a warm blunt knife edge, and they rubbed softly over and across my pink anus. I know my boy pucker snugged up, a natural reaction to contact, but it quickly relaxed again as his thumb slid smoothly over my most private of boy openings. "Still okay?" Daryl asked softly. "Mm hmm..." I almost moaned in return. He rubbed my bottom and in deep between for a nice long, pleasurable minute or two, his fingers gliding softly, almost teasingly over my wrinkled grommet. Shortly Daryl shifted position again, so that he could spread one of my legs out a little. His oil slickened fingers rubbed around my upper thighs, and then back in toward the middle, between my legs. He massaged the soft spot between my bung hole and my testicles, and I sighed aloud because it felt so good. Then his fingers lightly rubbed against my exposed boy sac and testicles... It surprised me, and I must have twitched a little. "Sorry..." Daryl said, moving his hand away. "No... No don't stop it's okay..." I breathed, "...it feels really good." Daryl slowly worked his way down my thighs and calves, doing one leg at a time, and my muscles had never felt so wonderfully relaxed. Finally he reached my feet, and he taking one at a time, he rubbed them warmly, pushing his thumbs into the fleshy soles, rubbing firmly over them, and cupping and rubbing each toe, man did that ever feel good, I was in heaven. Daryl took his time, and worked his way back up my body giving everything a warm once over again. After awhile he shifted his weight again, and I felt his hand lifting slightly on my hip as he told me to roll over onto my back. I was so relaxed that I never even thought about it, and I rolled and shifted over onto my back. My eyes practically flew open. I was instantly mortified, because looking down I saw that I had a full blown erection sticking strait up for anyone to see. Total embarrassment. I hadn't even realized that his totally wonderful massage had also been very stimulating to my pubescent body. I blushed boldly, and closed my eyes in embarrassment while trying desperately to cover my engorged member with my hand. There was a little pause, and finally I heard Daryl's voice, "Dude, look at me..." He said softly. Not even wanting to, I managed to open my eyes and look up timidly at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. "It's perfectly normal Nathan." He said reassuringly. "You're getting a stimulating body rub, how could you not get a hard on..?" He smiled tenderly at me. Then he reached down and took my hand, pulling it gently away from covering my erection. "No don't..." I said, with slight catch in my voice, and I pulled my hand free to cover myself again. "You're not the only one..." Daryl said calmly. And then he took my hand again, and moved it, placing it against the front of his shorts. I could feel right away that under his sport shorts his dick was stiff as a railroad spike. He had a full hard on like I did... I looked up at him and he just shrugged and smiled at me. "See... You're not the only one. Besides," he said, looking down at my young boner, "I think yours looks perfect..." I tried to swallow my embarrassment. "Ya but... But you can see mine." I muttered, still feeling totally vulnerable, and wanting to cover it up again. "Well, I can fix that." Daryl offered. He stood up then, and without any hesitation he pulled his sport shorts down and stepped out of them, then he kneeled back down over my legs. His rigid dick was right there on display in front of me. I stared at it a moment, then looked up at him and saw no judgment on his face. He smiled warmly at me again, and slowly, I managed a reluctantly shy little smile as well. "Thanks." I told him honestly. "For not making fun of me..." He smiled again and then settled his weight over my thighs. "So, do you want me to finish the massage, or what?" He asked. I hesitated a moment. "Yeah, I guess..." I offered back. I looked down at his teenage boner again, finally able now to appreciate how nice his looked. It was probably about six inches long, but not real thick. And it had a slight upward curve to it. He shifted his weight, leaning forward a little near my upper thighs, and when he did, his nut sac hung down lower and actually settled softly on top of mine. I swallowed excitedly as I glanced down to look at the somewhat erotic sight. I could feel the weight of his teenage balls as they rested skin to skin on mine. Daryl smiled at me, and poured a little more of the still warm body oil onto my chest. He leaned forward a bit more, and his hands began to rub enticingly over my upper torso. I managed a more comfortable smile now, and I realized that he was enjoying this just as much as I was... He worked his way slowly down my torso and sides, and eventually he was rubbing my soft pubic mound, just above my still hard dick. He smiled at me, and fingered my little thin wisp of pubic hairs with his oily fingers. I couldn't help but look at his tight little patch of boy fur again. Feeling bold, I reached over and rubbed my fingers through his pubes. They were soft and neat, and I pinched lightly at them, just wanting to feel his little tuft of maturity. I smiled up at him approvingly, and he smiled back. "So, you want me to finish with a happy ending?" He offered with a cheeky smile. "Huh?" I had no idea what he meant by that. "You know..." He said, and his thumb trailed softly over the length of my boyhood for the very first time. Then he slipped it down across my loose boy sac, gently swaying my young testicles from side to side. "Do you want me to massage your bone?" He grinned. My eyes opened wider in surprise. "Serious?" I asked meekly. Daryl nodded gently. "If you want me to." He smiled, grazing his oily fingers over my stiff boy tube again. "Yeah... Yeah I guess. I mean, if you want to..." I told him. Daryl smiled at me. "Yeah... I think I do." He replied. And with that he took my tumescent tube into his fingers. Lubed with the warm oil, Daryl began to rub on my boner. It felt, well, fucking awesome. I closed my eyes and let him continue to masturbate me. "Oh man..." I sighed a moment later, as he maintained his assault on my wand. The lube only added to my pleasure, as my loose foreskin slid teasingly under his fingers. "Mmmm, mmm...." I moaned again, seriously worked up now. I really didn't last too long. How could I? The entire body rub had stimulated me all along, and in a few moments Daryl swiped his thumb over my throbbing tip, adding my dripping precum to the oil that lubricated my stiff boy tube. I could feel myself building, and I could feel my balls, bouncing against Daryl's as he stroked me more vigorously now. "Ohhhh, oh shiiiiiiit....." I grunted, and my shoulders lifted from the towel as my stomach tightened amidst the tingling sensations that were roaring through my groin. My eyes were squeezed closed in pleasure, and I came.... The feelings were amazingly intense as boy fluid spurted forcefully from my young pee slit. "Uhh... Uhhhh, Uhhh.... Hot pulses of youthful, but maturing boy seed. From the angle Daryl was churning it, I felt a hot spatter land in my hair and upper lip. Several more aimless squirts, and then multiple dry heave convulsions that were almost painfully delightful. And finally, Daryl's hand mercifully slowed, and then stopped stroking me. But I cringed as his thumb slid up and over my glans, taking the last blob of sticky boy syrup with it. My mouth was open, as I breathed through it, soft moans still escaping my throat. Daryl's fingers were gently caressing my balls, juggling them softly in their now loosening skin purse... "Of fuck Daryl....." I breathed, and finally managed to open my eyes to look up at him. "I'm guessing you liked it then?" Daryl said quietly, a smile on his teenage face. I nodded with what little energy I had left, and smiled lamely at him. He reached over mindfully, and wiped my own boy sperm off the corner of my upper lip with his finger. He pulled it back and looked at it briefly, and then licked it like sweet cream from his fingertips... I smiled, and looked at his firm teenage torso, which was still leaning over me, and then I glanced down at his teenage boyhood, which was slowly deflating now, but I could see a nice big drop of sticky wetness clinging to it's tip. It was my turn to reach out, and I swiped my thumb over his glans. I looked up at him, and smiling at him, I moved my thumb up and made a playful show of licking his residue from it. Reaching back down, I took his penis in my fingers and rubbed it a few times. Daryl stopped me though. "No... Not now. This was your massage today." He told me with a little smile. "Maybe another time, if you want." As much as I kind of wanted to do it now, I was actually glad he had stopped me. I was really exhausted from the whole of today's experience, and likely didn't even have it in me. Daryl got to his feet, his teenage cod piece starting to droop now. He reached out to me, helping me up to my feet. Looking up at him, and feeling oddly compelled, and I leaned in and hugged his warm naked body to mine. "Thanks..." I told him, "That was so cool." He hugged me back for a moment, which also felt really, really nice. Finally, he led me back through the hall to the side doorway, and we stepped back out onto the small enclosed deck near the hot tub. Daryl turned on the outdoor shower, and taking my shoulder, he led me under it. He stepped under the stream as well, and grabbing a bar of soap we showered together, with Daryl soaping and washing my back. He cleaned all the baby oil off of me, sending pleasant memories to me as his soapy fingers gently grazed over my anus and buttocks once again. Finally finished, we dried ourselves and walked back through the house. Daryl retrieved our shorts and underwear from the clothes drier, and we carried them as we stepped out onto the main deck in back. He grabbed several cold bottles of water from the cooler, and we sat, still naked on the deck chairs out under the sun. Weird... In such a short time, even just sitting naked like this felt totally natural to me. I was in no hurry, or feeling no desire even to put my shorts back on. Daryl looked over at me and smiled as if he knew what I was feeling. He glanced over at a small clock on the one of the side tables. "Oh crap... Listen, I have to leave in a few minutes." Daryl apologized. "I promised Mr. Riley I'd help him with his boat this afternoon at the marina... Sorry." "No, that's cool." I answered. "I need to get home anyway." We finished our drinks, getting up, we put our shorts back on, then headed back through the house to the front door. I stepped into my flip flops and smiled at Daryl. He ruffled my hair with his hand, and we gave each other a little hug. "So... See ya later then." I said. "Any time Nathan." He offered. "Yeah..." I smiled and headed out the door, Daryl at my heals. I grabbed up my bike, and he hopped into his Subaru and started it up. With a little wave I rolled up the driveway, and he backed out slowly, then passed me with a wave as he drove off up the road. I grinned privately to myself... There's nothing like the summer of your twelfth year, is there? I rode home, and realizing how hungry I was, I made a bee line for the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. My mom was till sitting at the table, finishing her work on the computer. "Come home for lunch and your messages did you?" She said with a hint of sarcasm. "Ma'ooom..." I sighed. "I'm just out playing. Besides, you have to work anyway." "I know." She smiled. "I'd still like to see you once in awhile. Anyway, Scott called for you a short time ago." She said. "They are going to stay over on the mainland tonight, so he won't be back till late tomorrow afternoon." "Oh man..." I whined. "That sucks..." Now what would I do tomorrow? "Also," my mom added, "Another of your little friends called. Ayden, Is that his name? He wanted to talk to you about something." My eyes lit up a little. I'd almost forgotten about Ayden. Yup, tomorrow might be a good day after all.... End of Chapter Nine / 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. I really appreciate you reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into my story... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it...........