Date: Tue, 30 May 2023 01:41:18 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: A Day at the Beach, Chapter 2, Gay Young Friends Chapter Two I seem to have always been interested in cars. A motor-head from birth, most people say. I guess it's true because I remember sitting in my dad's lap as I helped him steer our 1957 Ford station wagon home from the store ... ... or riding in the bed of the new pickup on the way home from the dealer ... ...then there was the time I rode in a first-generation Mustang to the beach, where I met Brad, the first time I saw another naked boy and found something I liked more than cars. When I was 14, I was coming up on being old enough to get my learner's permit to drive, so I started looking to buy a car, something that was cheap and needed a bit of work. I just happened to be spending the summer with my brother. I told him I wanted to find a car to work on while I was there. That way, when I got my driver's license, I would have a car. He told me he knew someone who had an old Lincoln Continental that he hadn't driven in a few years. Maybe he would be interested in selling it. I was thinking more along the lines of a Mustang or Camaro, but I was willing to look at it. So a few days later we drove over to check it out. It was a 1960 Lincoln two-door. It was a boat, but damn, it was neat. With the exception of being dirty and the paint faded, it was in really nice shape. Only problem was it didn't run. The owner started it for me. It ran a few minutes, then died and wouldn't restart. While I was sitting inside, checking out the power windows that all still worked, this boy's head popped up in the passenger's side window, then disappeared only to reappear a minute later. I could see his naked shoulders and knew he didn't have a shirt on. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Just looking at the car," I replied. "Seeing if we can get it started." He disappeared only to come around to the driver's side. "My name's Bobby. What's yours?" At the moment, I couldn't remember my own name because standing in front of me was a completely naked boy. He didn't even have shoes on. He was tanned all over except where his shorts should have been. His butt was white as was his little dick and balls. I was instantly hard. Fortunately, I was wearing jeans so my boner was contained. I was finally able to blurt out my name. "I'm Kyle. Hey, uhhh, how old are you?" "I'm ten. But everyone says I'm small for my age." I nodded. He did look kinda short. "Where's your clothes?" I asked. He pointed towards the house, then climbed into the back seat and leaned over into the front seat, pressing his dick against it. Boy, was I was envious of that seat. With a bit of work, we finally got the car started. It turns out it just had a split fuel line. It was two glorious hours watching Bobby running around naked. Finally, it came down to how much the guy wanted for the car. The man had a honey business on the side and needed to have some hive boxes cleaned, repaired and painted. Close to 200 empty boxes. "You take care of those for me, and the car is yours." Well, since my brother worked all day, all I did was lay around and watch TV or swim in the irrigation canal if there was water in it. Sometimes I even carved out an open spot in some tall grass and would go out into it and strip naked and do what every teen boy in puberty did ... jack off until my dick hurt. So naturally I agreed to the deal. Come Monday morning, the guy came by and picked me up and took me back to his house. It was actually a small five-acre farm. He showed me how to run the steam cleaner, where the paint and tools were and a pair of coveralls I could wear. He then left for his real job. I cleaned off a bunch of boxes, let them dry some, then brought them into the barn. The house was probably 100 yards or so in front of the barn. As I was carrying a couple of boxes in, I saw Bobby come out the back door of the house and head towards the barn. As soon as he came in the barn, he asked, "Whatcha doin'?" "Cleaning these boxes." I pointed at his body. "I see you found your clothes." He grimaced and said, "We just came home from the store. I hafta to wear clothes when we go to the store." "Well, what about when you go to school. Don't the other kids tease you about being naked?" He frowned at me. "I wear clothes at school too. Just at home, I don't have to." "But you're wearing clothes now. I don't believe your mom lets you go outside without clothes on." After this little back and forth argument, he grinned and said, "I can whenever I want." With that, he proceeded to start taking his clothes off. He sat on the ground as he pulled his shoes and socks off. Then he stood up and pulled his pants and underwear down and off. Finally, off came his shirt and he piled everything in one place. Once again, his little dick was on display and I was adjusting mine. He wandered off into one of the stalls a few minutes then came back. I noticed the tip of his dick was wet so I asked if there was somewhere to go to the bathroom out here. "I go pee over there and if I gotta poop, I go behind the barn. Come on. I'll show you." When we got to one of the stalls, I could make out his pee puddle. He pointed in the stall, then turned around and led me out to one of the outside stalls and said, "I poop out here." He looked up at me. "You have to pee or poop?" "No. I don't. I was just wondering." We walked back into the barn, and as we did, I saw his mom coming out the back of the house heading towards the barn. I figured the naked show was going to end. She walked in and saw Bobby's clothes laying on the ground and him standing there naked. "Bobby, are you bothering Kyle?" she asked. I said, "No. He's been helping me bring boxes in." She gathered up his clothes and asked, "Would you like something to drink?" "That would be great." She nodded. "Come on, Bobby." `Well, damn it,' I thought to myself. `The show's over.' I watched his little white butt heading to the house. A few minutes later, he came out again carrying a bag of chips while his mom was carrying a platter of sandwiches and some sodas. "If you want more, just send Bobby to the house." Then she grabbed a bottle of sun block, squeezed some into her hand, and started rubbing it on Bobby, coating his back, butt, back of his legs then his chest, stomach, and legs. Then she smeared some on his dick and balls. It must have felt good because he got a bit hard. She wiped her hands and said, "If he gets in the way, just send him in the house." I was thinking to myself the only thing that was getting in the way was the uncomfortable boner I had in my pants. That night I came so many times, the socks I was squirting into were soggy. The next morning, I forgot on purpose to put underwear on. I wondered if Bobby wanted to see a big boy's dick. I tried the coveralls on as soon as I got there. They were a bit long and baggy, but with no pants or underwear on, my dick had all kinds of room. Just as I buttoned up the coveralls, Bobby came out, once again in his naked glory. It was a bit warm, so I casually unbuttoned a few buttons and got right to work. I steam-cleaned 20 or so boxes, and as I brought them in, I asked Bobby if he could go get us something to drink. As he ran to the house, I finished undoing the rest of the buttons. I knew if I stood up straight nothing would show but as soon as I bent over the front of the coveralls would open up. I saw Bobby coming out with the drinks, so I grabbed a couple more boxes. I was thinking, `What's he going to do when he sees my 14-year-old dick hard?' After all, I had yet to see him fully hard. I had him set my drink on a bee box I had set on its side. I waited a few minutes before I reached over to pick it up. The coveralls opened up as I did. I know the head of my dick was showing but I pretended I didn't know. After a few minutes, Bobby giggled and said, "Your weiner is showing." I looked down to see I was showing quite a bit. I said, "Well, I see yours too." "But I don't have any clothes on," Bobby replied with a grin. The back door to the house opened, and Bobby's mom came out, so I buttoned up and grabbed a couple more boxes. She brought out sandwiches and more drinks. "You must be hot in those coveralls," she observed. "You should take them off." "They aren't bad," I replied, thinking, `No way can I take these off because I wasn't wearing jeans or a shirt.' She just shook her head and said, "All you boys are alike." She turned and went back in the house. A few minutes after she went inside, I unbuttoned the coveralls all the way down, giving Bobby a bit more to look at. After we finished eating, Bobby said, "Come on." He stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked. "You wanna see me poop and pee?" "Well, I guess so." Out behind the barn we went and in behind some tumble weeds. He turned facing me, squatted down spreading his legs wide apart, his dick fully on display, as his pee stream started. His butt was about touching the ground the way he was squatting and with his arms resting on his knees I could almost see his hole. I wondered if Bobby's hole looked anything like the naked boy I played with at the beach years earlier. Now, I should probably explain that my best friend and I had been messing around since I saw my first naked boy at the beach. My friend and I had seen each other piss more times than I could remember but we had never shit in front of each other. So I was shocked when I saw Bobby do something I thought I could never do. As it dropped to the ground under him, I thought of the joke about why your turds are tampered at the end. It's so that your butthole doesn't slam shut! Bobby stood up and turned looking down at what he left and said, "Can I watch when you have to go." "I guess. Maybe." We walked back to the barn, sat down for a few minutes, and finished our sodas. "Why don't you run up and see what your mother's doing?" I suggested. "She always watches her programs in the afternoon." "Well, take the plate and bag of chips back to the house and check." He grabbed the plate and chip bag and headed back to the house. I stood and slipped the coveralls off my shoulders and let them fall to the ground. I stepped out, naked. Bobby came running back out. "She's watching TV..." He stopped in his tracks as I stood there as naked as him. The only difference was my teen dick was pointing to the sky. He walked slowly closer until he was just a few feet away. "Wow, your weiner is big." I grinned. "Doesn't yours ever get bigger?" He said, "Sometimes it does when I'm playing with it, but mommy tells me to stop it." "Do you want to feel mine since I got to see you poop?" He nodded and started pinched my cock and shaking it, giggling the whole time. I said, "We better go back to fixing the boxes." I pulled the coveralls back on, but left them unbuttoned. A few days later, Bobby's mom came storming out to the barn where I was working. My first thought was Bobby must have said something about me letting him feel my dick, so I was ready to deny everything. She stopped just inside the door and said, "I need a favor from you. I have to go across town for the day. I was going to leave Bobby at a sitter's, but she had to cancel. I wonder if you can watch him for the day?" "He's usually out here helping me anyway, so I don't see why not." "I probably won't be home until around four." It was just after nine in the morning, so she pre-made us some lunch, told Bobby to behave, and headed out. He came running out all happy. We heard her pull out the driveway. He was dressed, thinking he was going to the sitters. I motioned him over to the work bench I was using to fix the boxes on, lifted him up onto the bench and untied his shoes then lifted his tee shirt over his head and dropped it on the bench. Then I had him step out of his shoes and hold his foot up as I took each of his socks off. Reaching up, I un-snapped his pants and slid them down his legs, having him step out of them. He stood with his arms by his side as I slipped my thumbs into his underwear and slid them down until they lay at his feet. He knew what to do and stepped out of them. I had a clear view of his little head and pee hole. I set him back down on the ground and pulled my shirt over my head then slipped out of my tennis shoes. I turned to him. "You wanna help?" He nodded yes, so I said, "Well, unbutton my pants then." His little hands got them unbuttoned and my zipper down. "Pull my pants down." I sat on the work bench so he could pull mine off. Standing back up, all I had left on was my underwear. "Go ahead. Pull my underwear down." He grabbed the sides and pulled. Down my underwear went, leaving me as naked as him. My dick was throbbing with my heart beats. I went and turned a couple bee boxes on their sides then stood him up on them. I said, "My weiner wants to meet yours. Is that ok?" He nodded yes, so I held my dick straight out and rubbed it against his. I said, "Kyle's weiner, meet Bobby's weiner. Bobby's weiner, meet Kyle's weiner." He still wasn't hard, so I said, "It would be easier if yours was hard too." He reached down and began twirling his around till his was also hard. We then touched our heads together. "Can I feel yours?" I asked. He nodded yes, so I said, "You can feel mine too." I was kind of surprised by how big he actually got. Mine was little over 4 inches but kinda thick. He was half as big around but almost as long, at least 3 inches. His balls were still up tight in his sack, but were the size of a jelly bean. He was just holding my shaft, so I said, "You can feel my balls too." I spread my legs apart so they hung freely. He carefully began touching my balls, pushing them around a little. I started rubbing his butt running a finger up and down his crack till I felt the spot that opened slightly and pushed my finger in until I felt his puckered hole. I rubbed it with one finger while with my other hand tugged on his dick. After a minute of fondling each other, I said, "Come on," and headed out the back of the barn. I had decided the night before I was going to do the nasty thing and shit in front of him. Thinking about it all night had made me horny. I turned facing him and squatted down. It took a few minutes but eventually I began to pee, then shit, while Bobby watched. I was still rock hard but Bobby had shrunk back to his inch nub. As I stood up, Bobby said, "I'm gonna pee on your poop. Watch." He aimed his pee stream and started pissing. It was then I realized we could be seen from a road just on the other side of the irrigation canal that ran along the back of their property, so I hurried Bobby up and walked him back to the barn. He looked up at me and asked, "How come you put your finger on my butt hole?" I shrugged. "Just wondered what it looked like is all." I picked up a box and said, "We better fix some of these boxes so your mom and dad didn't think we just sat around playing with our weiners." He laughed and asked, "Do you play with yours a lot?" "Yeah. Sometimes me and my best friend play with each other." "You play with your friend's weiner?" he asked. "All boys do, but not when your mom or dad are there. My friend and I do it when our parents are gone, or when we go to an orange grove that is close by." He thought about this for a second, then asked, "You wanna play with mine?" I smiled. "Sure. You wanna play with mine?" He nodded his head yes. I turned to him and said, "Well, there's mine. Do what you want." He tugged and pulled, looked at my pee hole, felt my balls, then went to my butt. "Can I see your butt hole?" "Well, I just pooped and didn't wipe so it might be nasty." He said, "I don't get messy when I poop out here." "OK," I replied and bent over and pulled my butt open. "Can I put my finger on it?" he asked. My best friend and I had been butt fucking each other a couple of years now, so I told Bobby he might even be able to push his finger in. I felt his finger tip touch my hole. "Do you want to push it in?" I asked. He hesitated so I said, "My best friend puts his weiner in, so your finger will go in easy." "He puts his weiner in your butt hole?" "Yeah. I put mine in his too. His weiner is bigger than mine even, and it goes in." I paused and added, "You can put your weiner in, if you want." He giggled and changed the subject. "You wanna see my butt hole?" he asked. "Yeah, can I?" I lifted him up onto the work bench and had him lie on his back. He pulled his legs back showing me his virgin asshole all pretty and pink. I rubbed his pucker and tried to get it to open up, but had no luck. It was too tight, so I started rubbing his dick instead. With a little attention, his three inches were standing proud and tall. As I rubbed his tip, I asked, "Are you sure you don't want to put it in my butt?" He sat on the edge of the bench with his three-inch dick jutting up. I wanted to show him the other thing my friend and I did with each other but didn't want to push it. He seemed more interested in just playing around for now. I was disappointed, but I said, "Let's get some of these boxes done. Then we can play more if you want to." We finished painting 20 boxes by lunch time. Instead of eating in the barn we went to the house. I surprised myself by walking across the yard and sitting at the table naked. After cleaning up we went back outside to the barn. It was probably the longest I had gone with my dick being soft but it didn't last. Bobby noticed me boning up. "Did your friend put his weiner in your butt for real?" he asked. That question got my blood flowing, but it wasn't just me. His dick was also getting hard. "Yeah. He does," I replied. We started working on the boxes. After a few minutes, he said, "I gotta poop." "Well, let's go then." So out behind the barn we went, and I watched while Bobby boldly did his business. There was a little more play in the time that remained that day. Nothing serious. Just messing around. It took almost three weeks to finish all the boxes. There were a few more times when we were left alone and played some more. I was even asked to sit him a few times that summer. He was always the perfect naked angel every time. That's how I earned my first car, and it was also the last I saw of Bobby for a few years. When I was 17, Bobby and his dad came out to my brother's place and dropped off some solar honey to mix in with the feed for my brother's cows. Bobby and I went for a walk. He asked, "What did you do with the car you got from my dad?" "I cleaned it all up, polished it, had it really looking good. Drove it one time. Some guy saw it and ended up buying it. Sold it for enough I was able to buy a year-old Toyota pickup." "I had a lot of fun helping you." "Me too." "My mom doesn't let me run around naked anymore." "Really?" "Nah. I remember what you said about you and your friend. Me and my friend do the same now." I chuckled. "Really?" "Yeah." Bobby was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He looked towards the house to see if anyone was watching, then turned his back to the door, tucked his shirt under his chin and pulled his shorts to his knees. "I've grown a little," he said. "Yes, you have!"