Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 06:42:17 -0400 From: Terry Lynn Subject: It Started With A Question - Chapter 6 Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex scenes and is intended for persons 18 years or over. If this does not describe you, please leave now. This story has some basis in truth but all names have been changed to protect any real persons involved. Remember, Nifty needs your donations to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html It Started With A Question - Chapter 6 Winter was over and spring had passed. The temperatures were rising and school was out. With a glorious summer stretching out in front of them, the boys began making plans. In addition to camping, they also looked foreward to being able to go down to the creek. It may not be quite the same as what they had done all winter, but both boys loved to swim and play down at the creek. There was a spot secluded from the world called the Deep Hole. Situated on the back side of a large corn field, the Deep Hole was the perfect place to hang out anf goof around. The creek widened out below two very large rocks on the bank which slowed the flow of the water. The best part was that the bottom of the Deep Hole was a massive flat rock with water that never got deeper than Shawn's shoulders. Many a warm summer day and evening had been spent there. The first day after school let out, Shawn arrived at Sam's house to pick him up for a day at the Deep Hole. Pulling in the driveway, he saw Sam sitting on the steps waiting for him dressed only in cut off jeans and Chucks, the same as Shawn.. Sam jumped in the front seat and shouted, "Let's go!!" Laughing out loud, Shawn backed out onto the main road and headed down the hill that Sam's house sat on. Passing through a small farming community on the way, they stopped at the feed store and bought some Pepsis, peanuts and candy bars. They need a healthy lunch after all. A short drive further down the road, Shawn pulled off on the side of the road in a spot that the farmer who owned the property kept mowed so swimmers could park. He had many fond memories of days spent at the creek from his own youth and encouraged the community to use the Deep Hole. Grabbing their food and towels, the friends walked along the edge of the corn field, respecting the farmer's crop. Laughing and pushing each other along the way, Shawn and Sam finally arrived on top of the biggest rock and looked at the calm, inviting water. Kicking his shoes off, Shawn ran to the edge and executed a perfect cannonball in the middle of the creek. As he surfaced, a large splash washed over him as Sam followed his lead. The ensueing water fight was one for the books! Finally, the boys needed a break. Standing chest deep in the cool water with water dripping out of their hair, Shawn and Sam stood facing each other and talked about nothing in particular. They were simply enjoying the passage of time and each other's company. As they talked, Shawn watched the water droplets evaporate from Sam's smooth shoulders. He watched as the creek water rippled around them, first hiding and then exposing his friend's perfect nipples. As Sam chattered on about what they would do the rest of the summer, Shawn reached out and rested his hand on on the smooth chest in front of him. He felt the silky texture of the skin as well and the faint beat of the young heart beneath it. Moving his hand in small circles, Shawn brushed against the left nipple and watched it perk up. In mid-sentance, Sam fell silent and looked at the hand stroking his chest. When Shawn's fingers brushed his nipple, he felt an electric shock that raced from his brain to his toes and back. Shawn moved closer to his friend and let his hand drift below the water level. Sam looked into his eyes and smiled, waiting to see what would happen next. Shawn's right hand continued to roam over Sam's chest and stomach while his left hand explored his friend's back. Soon both hands came to rest on the waist band of Sam's cut-offs. Looking up at Sam, he silently raised an eybrow as if to ask, "Are you ok with this?" Sam grinned at Shawn and winked. Taking this as permission to go ahead, Shawn moved his hands to the front of the cut-offs rubbing what lay beneath the cotton fabric, feeling the hidden treasure begin to stir. He unsnapped the top buttomn and quickly lowered the zipper. Reaching through the now open fly, he found that Sam was going commando, the same as him, and wraped his hands around the object of his desire. Sam sucked in his breath and grabbed Shawn's shoulders to balance himself. He loved the feel of Shawn's hand on his dick and the way he played with the balls that hung beneath. As Shawn's hands worked their magic and brought him to full erection, Sam began rocking his hips back and forth becoming aware of the the water flowing through his pubes. After a few minutes of this, Shawn reluctantly released his friend's dick, but only long enough to push the cut-offs down to mid-thigh. Quickly, he returned to the silk covered pole hidden beneath the water and started stroking from tip to base. Not to be outdone, Sam released his grip on Shawn's shoulders and reached for the button of his friend's cut-offs. Quickly, he unsnapped the four botton closure and pushed the shorts dowm as well. Grabbing Shawn's now exposed and erect dick, he matched Shawn stroke for stroke. Both boys closed their eyes and threw their heads back, enjoying the the sensations that coursed through every part of their bodies. Moaning in unison, they jacked their hands faster and faster. Then, within seconds of each other, the boys exploded, their cum jetting out and mingling between their heaving bodies before being swept away of the gently flowing water. Leaning against each other so that the wouldn't fall over, they continued to stroke one another until their dicks were too sensative. Finally, Sam broke the silence. "Shit!" Shawn stepped back and laughed at his friend. "You always say the same thing. Can't you come up with something better?" With a big grin on his face, Sam responded, "How about - Shit fire?" Shawn jumped his friend and dunked his head under the water. The battle was joined and the the creek no longer flowed calmly. But the water fight didn't last for long as both boys kept tripping over the cut-offs that had worked down to their knees. Taking a break, they pulled their shorts back up and tucked their now limp dicks back inside. Moving over to a small sloping rock on the creek bank, they leaned back, basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasms. "I don't know about you, but I could use something to drink," Shawn said. "Me too," responded Sam. "Good. Bring me one when you go and get yours." "YOU can bring ME one when You go and get YOURS," Sam said with a grin and splashed his friend. The water battle that followed lasted another fifteen minutes before a truce was called. They climbed out of the water to rest on top of the large rock. Enjoying the warmth of the sum beating down on their bare skin, they ate their "lunch" and fell into mindless conversation. As they drained the last of their Pepsis, Shawn and Sam heard voices coming along the corn field towards them. Looking over his shoulder, Shawn saw three of his friends from school climb up on the rock. He had been in school with Chris, Roger and Rob since first grade. While the four of them were good friends, they weren't as good as Sam was. "Hey guys," Chris said. "How's the water?" "Perfect," said Shawn. "Not too cold and not too deep." Rob asked, "been here long?" "Not really," said Sam. "Just long enough to need a break. What's up with y'all?" "Just livin' the life. Y'all planning on swimming?" "You know it," said Roger as he pulled his tee shirt over his head. The other two new arrivals did the same thing while kicking off their Chucks. "Last one in is a homo," shouted Chris as he ran to the edge of the rock and jumped in. Four more splashes broke the surface of the water as the others joined Chris. After splashing each other for a while and dunking anyone close enough, the boys relaxed and enjoyed the feel of the water on their bare skin. They talked about the school year just finished and what they wanted to do over the summer.Chris and Shawn floated on their backs in the calm water , soaking up the sun, while the others stood,sqautting so that the water came up to their chins. Suddenly, a new figure appered on top of the rock, looking down at the five boys in the water. "Hey, guys. What's up?" All five boys looked up in unison to see who was talking. "Hey Benny," said Sam. "Didn't hear you come up." Benney was the same age as Sam and in several of his classes. "yeah, well you weren't exactly listening were you?" "What are you up to? You ain't exactly dressed to go swimming," said Sam. "No shit, Sherlock," Benny replied looking down at his khakies, dress shirt and penny loafers. "I had to go in to town with mom and my sister to have our pictures made. And for our Chistmas cards of all things. That's like six months away!" "Sounds pretty boring, man. Sorry," said Sam as he lay back and floated on his back. "How's the water? It looks great," Benny observed. "Feels great," said Sam, standing back on his feet. "Man, I wish I could jump in, but I'm a little overdressed," said Benny "Why don't you strip down to your tighty-whities and come on in?", suggested Rob. "Cause I ain't wearing any," shot back Benny. This got everybody's attention. "Why not?", asked Roger "Cause I like the way it feels. So sometimes I just go without." "So strip down and come in anyway," suggested Chris. "Hell no! I'm not coming in skinny-dippin' while y'all all have shorts on!" "Fine," said Shawn. "We'll go dippin', too. Won't we guys?" "Sure," said Sam as the others nodded their head in agreement. Each and every one of them had been skinny-dipping in the past and didn't mind the others being there with them. "Oh, yeah? Prove it," said Benny. Without another word, the five boys in the creek unfastened their cut-offs and ducked under the water to pull them off over their feet. "There," said Sam. "Now it's your turn." "How do I know y'all or really naked. You might just be trying to trick me ." "Well fuck that," said Rob as he wadded up his cut-offs and threw them up on the rock at Benny's feet with a loud plop. Immediately, four more pairs sailed through the air landing on the rock. All except Sam's. His cut-offs landed square on Benny's head. "There you go," said Sam. "Now strip down down and jump in if your going to stay." Whipping the wet shorts off of his head, Benny proceeded to undress. With the last stitch laying in a pile on the rock, He ran to the edge and executed a cannonball into the middle of the group of friends. Coming up for air and spluttering, Benny shouted, "This feels great!" "Way to go, jerk," Said Rob and reached over, dunking Benny. Then all hell broke out. Water splashed in every direction. Without warning, different ones disappeared beneath the water's surface. Everyone was enjoying themselves, thinking nothing about their state of undress. After a while, a time out was called so that they could all catch their breath. Standing in a circle, Roger asked, "now what?" "How about we have a chicken fight," said Rob. "There's six of us so we got three teams." "Hell no," said Chris. "I don't want your little dick sticking me in the back of the neck." "Little," said Rob. "I'll show you little!" And with that, lay back, floating on his back. This brought his crotch to the surface for everyone to see. And what they saw was an uncircumsised dick bobbing on the surface of the water and it definately was not little. Even in its soft state, it was at least five inches long and surrounded by a mass of dark hair. As a matter of fact, Rob had the beginnings of a treasure trail running up to his navel. Everyone laughed out loud and then one by one, lay in the water, allowing their private parts to float to the surface. Roger's dick was almost a mirror image of Rod's. Both were soft, about four inches long and capped with almost round helmet heads. The difference was that Rob's bush was light brown while Roger's was a pale strawberry blonde. Finally, Benny lay back. Like Chris, he too was uncircumsised. Being the youngest of the group, his dick was the smallest. But even for his age, it looked smaller than normal. Sticking up above his tight little balls, his dick was only about two inches long. The foreskin extended past the head by about half an inch and gathered in a tight pucker. When viewed from the side, it almost looked like a thumbtack. Standing back up, hiding their treasures in the water, the boys laughed again and shoved each other on the shoulder, breaking the tension. "I know," said Benny, "let's play Marco Polo." The others liked the idea and decided that since it was his idea, Benny would be Marco first. For the next hour, the boys loudly played the game, swimming away to avoid being tagged, splashing to add to the confussion, until each had been it several times. Shawn thought back over over the game and wondered that most times when you were tagged, it involved having your ass grabbed or on some occations having the searching hand brush across your dick. Finally, Chris spoke up, "OK guy. I got to go. Anybody riding with me get dressed and let's go." They all climbed out onto the rock and found their clothes and began dressing. Sam looked around, enjoying the sight of stark white asses in the afternoon sun and water shrived dicks that flapped around before finally being tucked into damp denim. Buttoning his shirt, Benny looked over at Chris. "Could you give me a lift home? These stupid shoes aren't very good for walking." "Sure," said Chris. "No problem.' Looking over at Shawn and Sam, he asked, "Y'all heading out, too?" "Not yet," said Shawn. "We don't have to be home 'til suppertime." "Well, take it easy," Chris responded. "See you next time, maybe." With that, the four boys took off to find Chris' car and head out.