Date: Sun, 9 May 2004 08:38:10 -0400
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Six Years 2

As Richard and I started back toward the house I quickly realized there
was a problem.  We'd left our towels and sneakers by the shallow end of
the pond, where the other folks were still splashing around.  With my
hard dick pushing my trunks out half a foot in front of me, I couldn't
just walk over there. Looking down at Richard's crotch I saw he had the
same problem

"Uh, Richard, how are we going to get our stuff?"  I gestured down at
our groins.  He saw our dilemma.

"Maybe if we swim over they'll go down."

"Great idea."  We jumped in and swam back to where we'd left our things.
The cold water made my dick soften enough so  that it wasn't so obvious.
Nobody paid us much notice anyway except Aunt June who looked up."You
boys going back to the house now?"

"Yup."  I suddenly had the sick feeling that she'd say "We'll go with
you," but instead she said "Tell them we'll be up in a little while.
The kids are having a lot of fun."   Whew.

My cock quickly sprung back up as Richard and I walked back. Seeing the
little tent in his  pants or, when he walked a little bit ahead, his
firm, half-a-cantaloupe-sized butt, was driving me to a frenzy.  But as
we neared the farmyard I realized there was another problem.  More cars
had arrived, including Duane's family's; it was going to be almost
impossible for us to find any privacy.  I thought for a moment, then
pulled Richard into the first building we came to.

"In here."  It was what Grandpa called the wagon house, basically a
garage for tractors and other farm equipment.  The big front doors were
always wide open, but there was a closed-in end where we wouldn't be
visible to anyone passing by.  If anyone came in we were dead meat,
because there was no other way out, but I was willing to take the
chance.  I guided Richard into the furthest corner and stood facing him.
I looked into his face, smiled, and raised my eyebrows.

He giggled nervously.  "I can't believe we're doing this."

I wanted to be sure.  "But you want to do it, right?  You don't have to
if you don't want to.  If you've changed your mind, it's OK."

"I want to."

Bingo.  I reached over and fondled his hard dick through his trunks.  To
my delight, after a moment's hesitation he did the same to me.  I
quickly pushed my trunks down to my ankles, my rock-hard cock pointing
straight at Richard.  A little more slowly he did the same, but his dick
didn't point at me.  He had one of those dicks that, when hard, point
up, about 45 degrees above horizontal.  I love that.  It was probably
just shy of 5 inches and skinny, circumcised and straight with a pretty
little cherry-red head.  It was adorable.  I wasn't sure what Richard
expected us to do, whether to him "jerk off together" meant do each
other or do ourselves while the other guy watched.  But I knew what I
wanted and I was sure he'd follow my lead. I wrapped my hand around his
dick.  He flinched just a little, then relaxed and put his little hand
on my cock.  He fingers were just able to reach all the way around.

"It's so big!"  I'd heard those exact words many times, from many young
kids, and every time they were like music to my ears.  I just smiled and
began to stroke up and down on Richard.  Awkwardly, he did the same to
me.  I knew from long experience that face-to-face isn't the most
convenient way for two guys to jerk each other, so I moved to Richard's
right side.  We were both right-handed but I knew I could do a better
job than he with my left.  Hell, I'm sure I could do a great job on his
dick with my foot.  We stood side-by-side, not speaking, totally
absorbed in our task.  I've sometimes wondered while intently
masturbating myself or somebody else how many other boys around the
world are doing the exact same thing at the exact same time.  Probably
millions.

Richard was so young, and I was so turned-on, that I knew it wouldn't
take long.  I was right.  He went first, heaving a couple of deep sighs
and squirting three quick jets onto the barn floor.  A little more thin
fluid oozed out into my hand.  I wanted to lick it off but I was afraid
Richard wasn't ready to see that so I just wiped it onto my thigh.
Unlike a lot of boys, Richard didn't forget about his partner once he
himself had cum.  He kept up a good steady rhythm on my cock.  I was
close and he must have sensed it:  he speeded up a little and that was
all it took.  With a heavy throb I sent four or five thick ropes of cum
shooting out across the floor; he kept stroking as a few more dribbled
out, then stopped.  "Wow!  That was a lot!"

"You didn't do so bad yourself."  We stood grinning at each other and
then in unison reached down to pull up our trunks.

Echoing his earlier words Richard said "I can't believe we did this."

I smiled.  "I know. Just think, last year we didn't even know each
other."

He looked confused.  "What do you mean? We've always known each other."

"Well, OK.  But we didn't like each other."

He was shocked. "You didn't like me?  Why didn't you like me?  I always
liked you."

Boy was I sorry I'd started this. "I don't mean I didn't like you.  But,
I mean, like, we never paid any attention to each other.  We never
talked to each other."

"Don't you remember that time we played hide and seek?  You helped me
hide?"

I had no idea what he was talking about.  "When was this?"

"I don't know.  Maybe six years ago.  I've always liked you since then.
I always looked for you at these reunions.  I thought you were so cool."

I felt terrible.  I searched my memory and happily couldn't remember
ever being actually cruel to Richard.  But I couldn't remember being
nice either.  I'd always just ignored him.  But he'd seen things
completely differently.  I had been some sort of hero to him.  Shit.

I tried to make amends.  I smiled at him.  "Never mind.  We're friends
now, right?  More than friends." I grabbed my crotch and leered at him.
"We're jerkoff buddies now, right?"

It worked.  He smiled back. "Yeah, I guess so."  He paused.  "You mean
we're going to do this again, right?"

Whew. "For sure"

"When?"

"I don't know.  As soon as we can."  I wiggled my eyebrows a few times.
"Maybe there's some other stuff we can do too."

His eyes widened.  "Like what?"

"Later.  We have to get back to the house now.  It's almost dinnertime.
Later.  I promise. OK?"

He gave me his broadest smile.  "OK!"  We hurried back to the house.


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