Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:24:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Arthur Bach Subject: A Hot Day at the Crick, Part 1 (Young Friends, Gay) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. I'm happy to hear intelligent feedback at arthurjbach@yahoo.com. Flames and e-mails with attachments will be ignored. Please make sure that you make a donation to Nifty.org to keep this great resource alive. A Hot Day at the Crick, Part 1 I watched my friend go first as he rappelled down the steep slope of the hillside that led to our secret cave. It wasn't exactly secret as other people in our town knew about it, but you had to be a brave soul to go there as it wasn't exactly easy to get to or easy to vacate. The cave itself was an abandoned coal mine that rested on the side of a hill that was so steep it was almost a cliff. Some years back a rope was securely fastened to a tree, making it possible, but still challenging, to access this remote spot in the woods. Why did we go there? For privacy of course. My friend and I were both 13, just having finished the 7th grade. We weren't doing anything illegal...neither of us got into smoking or drinking or drugs. It was just nice to have a place we could get to that wasn't governed by adults. I followed my friend, holding onto the rope but leaning back as if I was sitting in an imaginary chair. The first time you do this it's quite frightening, but we were seasoned pros. After I successfully made my way down the side of the hill, I followed my friend down a narrow pathway to the cave. We both got in, and removed our backpacks. He took out a small, battery operated stereo and set it on the ground. "Yo Caleb, what do you want to listen to?" he asked. My friend, whose name was Mike, had mostly pale white skin, full lips, dark eyes with dark eye lashes, and curly brown hair. He wore a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank top. His voice had only recently started to deepen, still carrying the high frequencies of boy. "Hmmm...how about Blink 182?" This was 1999, after all. I wore a pair of green running shorts and a plain black tshirt. My skin was also pale like my friends, but my brown hair was lighter, and I was almost 3 inches shorter than he was. My eyes were blue and my lips thin, and moms and girls always told me I had pretty eyes and a cute smile. "Yeah man," he said, pulling a CD out of his back pack, popping open the stereo and putting the disc in. "Small Things" started to play and we each sat on a rock, listening to one of our favorite songs. We were only there for about 15 minutes when the heat started to get to us. The cave offered little protection from the relentless heat that was common in Western Pennsylvania during July. After only a short amount of time we started to get restless. "Dude, it's fucking hot," I said. "Yeah man," Mike said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I wish there was a way to cool down." "We could go down to the crick," I suggested. "No way! That shit's polluted as hell." "Yeah...but honestly, I don't even care. It's balls hot." "I didn't bring my bathing suit. I can't come back with my clothes all wet, my mom'll kill me." "We can go skinny dipping," I said. "No way, you fag! I'm not getting naked in front of you," he yelled. "Fine, fine. We can go in our underwear then. I can't take this anymore." He thought about this for a moment. "Yeah, sure. You're right. Balls hot." We left the rest of the stuff in the cave and made our way down to the crick. This was another difficult excursion but wasn't impossible. As we made our way farther down the hill the sound of rushing water grew louder. We arrived at the crick, another very secluded part of our town that wasn't frequently visited. We both kicked off our shoes as we stood on a rock overlooking the water. "It's so...fucking...hot..." Mike said as he pulled off his tank top, revealing his hairless, boyish torso. His nipples were still very small but his pectoral muscles were defined. He wrestled and actually worked out some. I pulled my shirt off revealing my skinny, unmuscular torso. "Let's get in the water, dude," I said, dropping my shorts to the ground. Like a lot of boys our age, I was wearing white, Fruit of the Loom briefs. They were snug on me and hugged my package well, and I got a little self conscious when I looked down and noticed that my dick and balls were clearly evident in my underwear. As I looked up I saw Mike dropping his shorts as well, and he wore the same briefs that I did. His also were snug, and I felt a little bit better after seeing his genitals were as obvious as mine were. "Race you to the other side!" he shouted, and I watched his athletic frame jump into the water. I quickly followed, exhilarated by the rush of jumping off the rock and subsequently hitting the cool water, a huge contrast from the heat and humidity of this summer day. We splashed around for several minutes, seeing how long we could hold our breaths under the water, and taking turns jumping off the rock. When he got out, his underwear had become pretty much see through, his cute bubble butt exposed while his genitals became even more obvious under the wet cloth. I, of course, knew I was in the same position, but knowing that we both were exposed didn't bother me so much. After about a half hour of swimming we both decided we had had enough and got out of the water to go back on the rock again. We sat down, the soaked white cloth showing off our little boy bulges. "How are we supposed to put our clothes back on over our wet underwear?" Mike asked, his legs dangling over the edge of the rock. His cock and balls were painfully obvious under the soaked, white cloth. "I dunno, I guess I hadn't thought of that," I replied. "I can't go home with wet clothes. My mom will know where we've been." "We could take them off and let them dry in the sun." "I don't wanna get fucking naked with you, dude," Mike protested. "Hey, you're the one who doesn't want your mom to know you've been swimming. We could take them off and sit with our backs to each other so we can't see anything." He hesitated for a moment. "Okay, fine. But don't look, okay?" "I'm not gonna look, Mike. You are so gay sometimes." "Fuck you, dick." We stood up and turned away from the other. I quickly shed my briefs, stepping out of them and laying them out flat on the rocks facing the water. I was glad that my back was to Mike, as my dick and balls had shriveled up to almost nothing from the cool water. My newly grown pubic hairs, all 20 of them, were still wet from our swim. I could hear behind me the shuffling of wet underwear and the slapping of feet against the rock as Mike took his underwear off as well. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his underwear being placed down on the rock next to mine. "What do we do now?" he asked. "Let's lay down. Head to head so we still can't see each other." "Cool," he replied. I laid down with my feet dangling over the edge of the rock into the water. It felt good to lay there like that, naked, getting some sun, feet cooling off in the crick. There was something incredibly exciting about being naked here like this, outside in a public area. It was very unlikely that anyone would be coming by, but there was still a chance. I had never really thought about other guys before, but the whole situation was just exciting. "This feels nice," he said out of nowhere, breaking our silence. "I don't mind the heat so much now." "Yeah, same here. Feels kinda naughty." He laughed. "Yeah. Can you imagine if someone came down here and saw us like this?" "Honestly, I wouldn't even care. This is so relaxing." "Caleb, which girl from our class would you want out here with us right now?" "Hmmm...I'd have to say Stephanie Peterson." Stephanie was a girl with blond hair and blue eyes, and a nice round ass that I loved to stare at. "Yeah, that'd be nice. But I would choose Melissa Johnson." Melissa was also super hot with a nice ass as well, but she had dark hair as opposed to Stephanie's blonde. "They could both be here," I suggested. "Yeah. But they'd have to be naked, like us." The image of naked Stephanie Peterson and Melissa Johnson started to have an effect on my body. I looked down my stomach and could see my boy cock spring to life, quickly inflating to its 4" of hardness. My circumcised cock was completely erect in a matter of seconds and began to pulse with my quickening heartbeat. The urge to masturbate crept into my mind, but I was also aware that my best friend was laying just inches from me. He couldn't see me, sure, but all he had to do was turn his head to see me whacking it. "They would be naked swimming with us. Their titties would be out, and their nipples would probably be hard from being in the water. Maybe they would bend over in front of us..." Fuck, I thought to myself. I was so incredibly horny now. My dick was so hard it hurt. "That would be amazing. Mike...are you hard right now?" I asked quietly. "No. Are you?" I paused. "Maybe." "Really?" "Yeah. I mean, it feels good being out here, and you talking about Stephanie and Melissa, it's just making me horny." "That's cool," he said. "I might be hard, too." "Yeah? Do you think you might...ya know?" "What?" he asked. "You know," I responded. "Play with yourself." "I dunno. Will you?" "I kinda want to," I admitted. "That's cool. Yeah, I probably will. But no peeking." "Cool," I said, and thankfully gripped my skinny cock and started stroking. I moaned involuntarily at my own touch. "Don't blow your load too soon, dude," Mike said laughing. In the quiet of the summer day, I could just hear the sound of skin on skin as he stroked his dick. "Same to you," I replied. "How do you do it?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean, how do you do it? Any special tricks?" "I dunno. I just grab it and stroke it." "Sometimes I like to do it with my hand backwards. Feels different." "How do you do that?" I asked, confused. "You just turn your hand around and it goes the opposite way." "I don't understand." There was a pause. "Look, dumbass, I'll show you but you have to promise that you won't ever tell anyone." My heart starting beating fast. My best friend was going to jack off for me? I found the idea incredibly arousing. "Dude, we're best friends. What happens between us stays between us." "Cool," he replied. I could hear him shift around, which was my cue to get up as well. He got on his knees in front of me and I did the same as we bared ourselves to each other. The first thing I noticed about his dick was that it was bigger than mine, which wasn't a surprise since he was taller than me. It looked to be about 5" long and much thicker than mine. While his pubic hair was still soft and downy like mine, there was more of it at the root of his cock. His balls, which were also bigger and fuller than my own, were hairless. "So this is how I usually do it," he said, demonstrating the standard masturbating technique. Wow, I thought to myself, I was watching my best friend jerk off! "And this is what I was talking about." He flipped his hand around so his cock entered into the side of his hand where his thumb was. I could see now what he meant by doing it "backwards." I tried it myself, flipping my hand around and stroking my boycock, and found that the sensation was different and pleasurable. Beyond that, it was totally hot stroking in front of my best friend who was stroking as well. His flat stomach heaved up and down as he stroked his cock, his balls jiggling as his hand slid up and down his 5" stalk. "Have you ever had anyone stroke you before?" he asked quietly. "Are you kidding?" I said sarcastically. "You know me. I've never had a girlfriend. You'd know if I did." "Yeah, well, my cousin and I fooled around a little bit last summer." "What do you mean, fooled around?" I asked innocently. "You know, we...played with each other. Like a boyfriend and girlfriend would, except it was just us." I thought about this for a moment. Part of me wanted to, but part wasn't so sure. "Isn't that kinda...gay?" I asked. "Nah, we were just messing around. We're not like boyfriends or anything, we're just having some fun." As I was still weighing my options, Mike reached across and took hold of my cock. I instinctively let go as he began to stroke me. Any doubts I had about this went away as his hand manipulated my kid dick. Wanting to reciprocate, I reached out and took hold of his longer, thicker dick and started to stroke. He sighed as my hand moved up and down, and I did the same. We smiled at each other, a nervous, boyish giggle escaping both of our lips as we shared our first homosexual act with each other. I took a second to enjoy the feeling of his hand on my dick...it was a strange new sensation to feel these feelings on my cock without doing it myself. Since Mike had a dick himself, he knew what to do to make me feel good. On the other hand, holding another hard dick in my hand for the first time was wild. I had never really thought about it before, but stroking Mike's dick made me realize how it is actually hard and soft at the same time, especially near the head. While I was enjoying the moment of stroking and being stroked, my knees were starting to hurt while kneeling on the rocks. "Can we sit down? This is starting to get uncomfortable." "Sure," he said, letting go of my dick. "Here, you sit down and have your legs facing me," I instructed. He followed my lead, putting his bare butt down on the rocks while putting his legs on either side of my knees. His rock hard dick waved in the air as he moved. When he was situated, I brought my legs up over his, my thighs resting on his, so now our cocks were just a few inches away from each other. I rested my butt on the warm rock and grabbed my friends dick and started stroking, and he did the same to me. We jacked silently, the only sounds being the rushing water, the sound of skin on skin, and our panting. Not long after we assumed this position, I could feel the tingling in my balls and butt that told me my orgasm was quickly approaching. The whole scene and the feel of Mike's expert hand made me super horny, not that I needed any extra reason to be. "I'm getting close," I whispered, as if anyone else could hear us. "Same dude," he whispered back. "I'll keep stroking you if you keep stroking me." "Deal," I responded. We both increased our stroking and were now flat out moaning as we raced towards our orgasms. I was the one who ended up hitting mine first. I moaned and moaned, finally crying out as I tipped over the edge and began my cum. Watery ejaculate spurted out of my cock coating Mike's hand and dribbling down onto my very sparse patch of pubes, soaking the few hairs that I had. I cried out as Mike continued to stroke me when I felt something wet on my own hand and realized that he was cumming as well, panting and moaning as he ejaculated all over himself. I saw that his cum was white, whereas mine was totally clear. I kept up my end of the bargain as I continued to stroke his cock, feeling it pulse in my hand as he came. We both started to return back to a normal rate of breathing as our orgasms finished, both of our hands and crotches wet with our cum. We hold on to each other's kid cocks as they started to deflate. For the first time in a few minutes, we looked at each other, and for no reason just started to laugh. "Let's rinse off in the water," Mike said, releasing my softening cock. I did the same to his. "There's more I can show you." "More?" I asked. "Yeah. It'll be hot man," he said, and we jumped into the creek nude, our briefs still on the rock, side by side.