Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:05:41 +0100 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Sweetwater Boys, Chapter 1 Sweetwater Boys by Jonas Henley Chapter 1 An introduction to growing up Preface: Maybe there are a few of you who want to hear more about some of the Sweetwater boys' backgrounds, particularly the nice hottie Nathan was gabbing it up with at Chase's house. [Remember: in the pool at Tyler's friend's house]. So this tale is about Bobby and Andrew and Paul, the three Sweetwater boys from KIS Chapter 10 and picks up again at the end of KIS Chapter 18. I began writing it months and months and months ago. I figured it was time for some tale on the side. On Andrew, Paul, and Bobby at the point of questionable return: If you recall, Bobby was the outgoing early pubescent tyke at the ripe age of 12 who was engaging Nathan in some close conversation. He didn't have to talk about sex to make it hot for the two boys in the pool, and he was fairly sure that he had pegged Nathan right. Nathan was burning for boys. That was something that couldn't be denied; and any 12 year old on the forefront of puberty looking for some strange, or just some experimentation, could pick up on that. So it was that, as the boys played at the pool at Chase's house, Bobby came up with an idea to resolve the three friends' last bid for sexploration before they went for the dating life when school started back up. They had already figured a willing boy might suffice better even than a girl, and Bobby knew that Nathan could be induced to be willing. So Andrew and Paul, only half-trusting Bobby as experience had taught them, sat on the sidelines and let Bobby operate. They knew that Bobby, out of any of them, could get the results. The results might be incredible or disastrous, but he could get them. Andrew just rolled his eyes as he watched Bobby work. Paul was more reflective, thinking back to how their current bid had evolved from the most natural curiosities in their changing bodies into this. He never dreamed, and he was the one usually with the sparks of ideas that fueled Bobby and that brought Andrew in tow, but he never dreamed they would have reached this point - waiting for the fruits of Bobby's labor. Paul wanted to back out of the venture entirely, half out of fear, half out of crossing a line he never intended and wasn't sure he still wanted to cross, and, uh, another half out of fear for good measure. OK then, maybe two thirds out of fear and darker uncertainty. It was Paul, actually, that got them all wondering to start with, at the very beginning of their pubertal bursts. What more in life could be related to these feelings that early puberty seemed to be bringing on? It was usually Paul's initial prompting, not Bobby, that started things. You see, Paul was the thinker of the group. He often instigated Bobby's antics unawares; and Andrew, being of a very congenial an even-tempered nature, usually just went along. Sometimes Andrew was the anchor that put the brakes on Bobby. This time, though, it was Andrew that got them first trying it. More than a year before they met Nate: The other two boys had walked in on Andrew one day and surprised him in the middle of experimenting with jerking off, an act he more or less stumbled upon two days prior. Being simply more reserved than shy, and not shy at all about his body, despite what the sharp tan line would suggest, he told the other two about it and briefly pulled his pants back down to show them. Andrew had only recently turned 11 and the others were still 10. All three boys later experimented on their own once each got home, and afterward it became one of the main topics of conversation whenever they got together. They never tried it together, and after a while, the mutual interest in what each was trying out died down. After that they didn't really talk about it, though each knew the others were nightly, or daily, pursuing their new favorite activity. The 2 1/2 to 3 inch erections were regularly pumped to dizzying feelings that culminated in scary electrification of hands, balls, body and minds. But nothing came out, for all their increasing familiarity with man's best friend, none of them ever witnessed another boy's hard-on after Andrew's first showing. Later, there were some more firsts: Andrew was the first of the three boys to get hairs above the root of his penis. And he was also the first to produce cum, which came shortly before the hairs did. The little root of manhood that felt so spectacular when it rested hard in his hand had been growing significantly over the last few months of wanking. It went from 3 little hard, hard inches, to 3 1/2 to 3 3/4. It had grown to nicely fill his small hand each night as he pleasured himself. Perhaps all this activity was the cause of the growth? He didn't know, but he certainly liked it. And this abrupt change. At first Andrew was afraid he had broken something when those first clear spurts started coming out. After all this use, maybe he had just pushed it a bit too far. Maybe he had used it way too often, and it was more fragile now that it was bigger? That thought didn't seem to make much sense, but something new had happened that wasn't supposed to. And it certainly FELT like something different had happened. The as yet unnamed feeling that usually accompanied the activity was much, much stronger once the spurts of clear cum came shooting out. And he felt more tired afterward, as well as a bit less interested in a second go. Andrew kept this new discovery to himself, more out of fear than anything else. In fact, he was so afraid that he had somehow ruined his penis that he didn't touch himself for almost two weeks. Finally the urge was much too overpowering and he again grasped a hold of his hard and growing rod. It seemed warmer than usual, tighter, and more tense. He resolved to go slower so as to not break anything this time. He had felt a little assured over the two weeks since that he was still peeing alright; nothing had changed colors and nothing really hurt. However, now that he was starting back in on the purple-headed monster - incidentally a deeper color than he had noticed before - he could feel an ache developing in his balls, balls that he noticed were feeling fuller, hanging lower, and in general a little more wrinkly than they were just a month ago. Unfortunately for his piece of mind, waiting the two weeks didn't lessen the impact of the orgasm when it finally hit him. It knocked him out. Literally. The boy passed out from a punch within that started from the head of his penis grasped strong in his grip and went straight to his brain. The feeling was the extreme of pleasure and fright mixed in all at once, right before everything went dark. This time he was absolutely sure he broke something. He was definitely doing something he shouldn't. Surely he shouldn't be doing this. He would have heard something about this if he was supposed to be doing the things he had been. Maybe just doing it was wrong. He resolved to never touch himself again, and thought about whether he should tell Paul and Bobby. And if he did, how should he tell them? Every witness to this story can imagine how long that second resolve lasted. Despite his fear, and the obvious proof that he had broken something given the amount of stuff that came out, he just couldn't keep his hands away. He lasted just over a week. This time he decided he would just stop when he started to reach that amazing feeling that dimmed out the rest of the world and pulled his brain down into his nuts and tweaked every nerve in his body. When he reached that point, when he started feeling the first tingles of it, he would back off and that would be the end of it. He tried this, and was actually successful at first. However just moments later he was back to it, driven to play with his rock hard aching cock that shot bolts of indescribable pleasure down the center of his dick toward the center of his ass. He would tease himself and back off. He made it three times, with each time getting more and more difficult to stop. Finally he couldn't stop himself at all. His brain wasn't even a bystander now, it was just pushed aside with an 'I'll fill you in later' shove and his hand went to town on his dick, once again pulling an implosive effect on his butt, dickhead, and all the stretched muscles of his back and legs causing him to skim the edge of unconsciousness before briefly dipping in. When he came to, he was less convinced he had broken something, since everything still seemed to be working the same afterward. But something definitely had changed, and he couldn't figure out why. The next resolve to stop only lasted four days. The one after that was two days. After that it became a daily frustrating resolve. Finally out of desperation for an unobscured enjoyment, he quit trying any resolves and just settled-in by getting used to this new development. Now despite the jaded readers of today, whatever they may think, Sweetwater kids were fairly sheltered in the grammar school years. Andrew should have figured it all out early in 6th grade, but this was one of the moderately religious, family-value neighborhoods where children still learned all the basics of life fairly late. Now if he had lived in Indian Spring, or Coolwater, which was more of a liberal community, he would have known what this liquid was. He had vague suspicions, but never really went with them. He was content to continue exploring this new development in dick-pounding and learn that the feelings, once they were accepted, were rarely overpowering to the point of fully passing out, but always incredibly enjoyable. He kept up his at-home experiment for nearly a month longer before he came forward and told his friends about the strange spurting liquid. Paul wanted to know what it was like, what exactly had happened. Bobby, on the other hand, was more for visualization. "Show us, Andrew." As said above, Andrew was not a shy kid and had no problems showing his friends. This wasn't even sexual to them, just information and exploration. He pushed down the front of his pants and just started right away. "Hold on." Paul said and he ran out of the room. He came back shortly. Andrew still had his pants down, and Bobby was now pointing out the new development of a couple of hairs, about a quarter-inch long and on the brown side of black. Paul, on the other hand had been practical enough to run to the bathroom to get the lotion that he had discovered made things go even better. Then he left again to the living room and came back with a few volumes of the encyclopedia. "Here, use this. It feels better with it," he said as he tossed the lotion to Andrew. Paul then stripped down himself to nothing but his glasses and began flipping through the encyclopedias as Andrew began working himself up. "You're right, Paul! This stuff makes it feel a lot better starting." Bobby kept watching, laying propped up on his elbows, his face practically in Andrew's crotch. Paul looked up from the encyclopedias every now and then to check the progress. Pretty soon he looked up in earnest as Andrew announced it was happening. Andrew straightened his back leaned forward slightly more and held one hand in front of the opening of his dick while the other kept a deep massage of that penile root going. He shot a fair amount of liquid into his hand and held it out for inspection by both of the other boys. Both boys dipped their fingers into the mixture and smelled it. "You sure it isn't piss?" Bobby asked. Afterward, Paul began to read to them what he was finding in the encyclopedias. For close to three hours, one word lead to looking up the other until the boys were fairly well versed on sex and what was happening to their bodies, or rather what was happening to Andrew's body, and what was eventually going to happen to the other two, as well. Paul was still naked through all of this, seeing that it was at his house; and they had the house to themselves for at least another hour. When he finished the last word they wanted to look up and read about, Paul said he wanted to see if he could start producing semen and sat up on his knees and began to flog himself. The other boys were hardly even mildly interested, as it was still much more interesting to do it to yourself than to watch someone else; plus neither believed Paul could do what Andrew could. Still they politely gave him a quiet audience all the way through his last gasps. Gasps that in the end had disappointed him by once again producing nothing. "It's OK, Paul. Maybe next time." Bobby had offered. Cumming of age: After this, the boys kept loose tabs on the progression of Andrew's puberty. He would regularly pull down the front of his pants and underwear for a glimpse of his pubic hair. Every now and then he would haul out his still growing erection, now getting a bit fuller, and work some lotion in to spurt some cum for the audience of two. Each of them began wondering when the other two would start. Bobby, after months of trying out his small stiff friend and waiting in vain for semen of his own, was finally the next in development and came running up to the other two on their way into school one morning. "Guy's you'll never guess what happened this morning!!" Well, they did guess, and guessed correct. It was obvious, after all, for what other great event had Paul and Bobby both been waiting? So that afternoon they all got together at Paul's house again so Bobby could show them. "It was a lot more this morning," Bobby said as they all leaned in to look at the streaks the two small spurts had left on his hand. "I believe you Bobby. I think it gets more if you wait between rubbings and less if you do it more often in one day. That's what I noticed with mine." Andrew said. "It makes sense," Bobby threw in. "Your balls probably need a break to make more. They'll probably make even lots more when they get bigger, too." The discussion then turned to whether Andrew's cum was finally becoming white like the encyclopedia said it would. He affirmed that it was in fact more whitish, kind of grayish really. Bobby of course wanted to be shown, and he left his equipment still hanging out as Andrew once again pushed down his pants and underwear, sat back on his heels, squeezed a bit of lotion out, and began working on his growing dick. It had been three weeks since he last did this in front of them, and he now had a dozen or more hairs, and no longer brownish, but black like the hair on his head. The other two boys watched, as in his final throes, he shot his growing load of cum into his hand to show them the grey puddle in the center of his palm. "I didn't play with it last night," he added somewhat breathlessly. The other two boys understood that he was explaining, in part, why he had so much more than Bobby. "Cool." Bobby simply said, while Paul, who remained dressed this time, nodded in agreement. Over the next month or so, whenever the topic of masturbation, as they now knew it was called, came up, the boys would slowly put together all the swear words they had heard from time to time (and once or twice used themselves) and finally connected them with the mechanics of everything they had learned both in the encyclopedia and the few show-and-tell lessons that they had given each other. As was stated before, it was an observation made by Paul and taken up by Bobby that began to move them forward in their exploration. Approaching 12: The next three months went a little slower in the shared dick-interest department. The boys still did their own thing at home, with Andrew's cum slowly becoming whiter and Bobby's slowly becoming thicker and more in quantity. The boys still had gathered back at Paul's and each other's houses from time to time; however, there were now only occasional and casual inquiries into the development of each other. Paul was feeling farther and farther behind, though he was able to ignore much of his feelings when with his friends. And the other two never really said anything. Then one day, about 10 months after Andrew had started this all off with his own discoveries, the boys had another of one of those meetings. The news this time was again Bobby's: "Hey check this out guys," and he lifted up his shirt and tucked it under his chin and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. He snapped open his jeans and unzipped his fly. Paul watched intently as the zipper moved down the fly and the jeans began to part to reveal Bobby's blue briefs. Paul had a small fear of what he was about to see, though he was anxious to see it just the same. His dick could affirm that, pushing up against his own restraining underwear and pants. So still he watched, as Bobby hooked his thumbs into the front of his blue JC Penney briefs and pushed them downward. Paul's eyes grew large as he watched the advancing soft skin, already knowing what to expect as he saw the first hairs appear above the waistband. Then a few more appeared, followed by the flaccid root of a young boy's penis. Eventually Bobby pushed the front of his shorts down far enough to reveal his totally limp penis dangling over a tight scrotum, growing slightly darker and more wrinkled by the month. He was definitely developing some cum factories and now had the hairs to prove it. Paul sighed and Bobby and responded, "Paul, dude, don't worry about it. You're gonna get some hair soon." "Yeah," Andrew added, "and you'll probably have the biggest dick out of all of us." Paul just shrugged and went back to reading a cheat book on his latest video game. "Those are cool, Bobby." Andrew said as Bobby pulled his shorts back up, covering his sparse, crooked and crinkled brown hairs. "Thanks, Andrew. Hey, I wonder what color yours are gonna be, Paul. Maybe blond?" Paul looked back up and shrugged. Then he smiled and said, "They are cool Bobby. Yours, I mean. And I guess mine will probably be more blond than brown. I've been reading some more on all of it. Getting hair and all of that. I just wish I had some." Bobby could understand. He had eagerly awaited his own pubic hair, and for the last few days had been running his hands through the short and scraggily silkiness of his burgeoning mark of adolescence more than he had even played with his dick. As for the dick itself, Bobby was quickly becoming enamored with the form and substance of his hardened boyhood. He didn't just jack-off in anticipation of a wash of feelings like Andrew. He didn't analyze anatomical detail to reference in books or search for signs of impending development like Paul. Bobby lavished his hand on his dick. He luxuriated in the feel, as much as the sight, of his hand sliding over the engorged ridge of his helmet. His bulb was lighter in color than Andrews, and didn't flare as much, but he loved it. He was a devoted convert to a horny nature, one that fit in with his genuine rambunctious and mischievous undertones. He still always managed to keep under the radar with his general nature, but if one boy in the classroom was going to have a dab of mud on his face or mussed hair, it would be Bobby. This new activity was just another part of that nature, as he leaned back in his bed, totally naked with his smooth toned skin highlighted by the white sheets underneath, straining his back and pushing his dick up through his fists as he felt the final eruption pending aaaaaaannnnnnddd BAM! Release. Pure enjoyable release. Outside the door, Oscar Chambers chuckled to himself as he walked past, going back downstairs. "So, little Bobby's growing up. Oh, boy. Janice, I don't think you're going to miss the next few years too much." He was talking to his dear departed wife, as much to himself. He had a habit of doing that when alone, but this time instead of sad, he just chuckled all the more - remembering his own early years through puberty. "I guess the girls are coming next." He said with a sigh. Meanwhile upstairs Bobby had cleaned up and hopped back into bed, still totally naked, as was his custom now. When Oscar came up a little later to say goodnight, Bobby was already fast asleep. Oscar began to tuck the boy in, but couldn't resist turning on the bedside lamp and lifting up the sheet. No worries on waking Bobby up; the boy slept like a rock. His dad looked down at the growing body, the perfection of being almost at the edge. He saw the perfectly formed penis, now limp against a hanging ballsack and he noticed the strands of brown pubic hair just above his son's penile root. Oscar smiled to himself and thought, "Yep. He's growing up." He tucked the boy in and turned out the light.