Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 14:16:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Arthur Bach Subject: A Hot Day at the Crick, Part 3 (Gay - Young Friends) 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 3 and Epilogue Mike and I got back in the water for the third time that afternoon...when I say it was a hot day at the crick, it was REALLY a hot day at the crick. The warmth of the sunshine and the coolness of the water created a perfect balance on that summer day, a feeling that has stuck in my mind all these years. It's funny how we were able to switch so quickly from the blatantly homosexual acts, jerking each other to sucking each other, to totally normal junior high boys, splashing and rough housing in the water like any two kids our age would do at the local pool. The difference being, of course, that we were both totally nude in a crick with not a single other pair of eyes in sight. It was also funny to me how, not even an hour prior, Mike had complained about not wanting to `get naked' with me, and not wanting to be gay. Somehow, we had gone from that to doing stuff that was, at least in my opinion, pretty gay. I guess when you're a horny boy, things like that can change pretty quickly. We continued to splash each other in the coolness of the water, and out of nowhere Mike made a grab for me. He latched onto my arm, but because of the water on my skin I was able to slide away him pretty easily. He made another lunge for me, so I started to make my way through the water back towards the flat rock we had been sitting on, both of us shrieking and giggling as he chased me. When I finally hit the rock and had nowhere left to go, I turned around to face him. When his body reached mine, he attached himself to me, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug which brought the front of our bodies in direct contact with each other. Not only did our soft penises push against each other, but much of the rest of our torsos did as well, which felt amazing. He pulled me in tightly, which only increased the slippery friction between our bodies, and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his, clasping my fingers together at his lower back as he continued to pull himself into me. Mike started to do this thing where he would pull us tightly together, and then release the pressure, but then pull in once more. It took me a few seconds, but I realized we were humping each other, and as the good feelings continued, I could feel myself begin to grow erect, my immature penis growing to its erect, four inch state. By the time I was totally hard, I could feel his start to inflate as well, and soon both of our cocks were completely hard against the other. "Let's get out," Mike said quickly, and we both used our arms to push ourselves out of the water and back onto the flat rock, our naked bodies glistening in the sun and dripping water onto the warm surface of the large stone along the bank of the crick. He directed me to lay on my back, and when I did he quickly got on top of me, his larger, thicker, harrier cock pushing down against my own, and he began to hump. His motions were more deliberate this time, distinctly more sexual and purposeful. My hands instinctively found his hips as we ground against each other, and I couldn't help but let out a breathy moan as the head of my penis was manipulated by his dick. "You like this?" he said, smiling at me, our faces only inches apart. "Yeah," I said, still processing this new feeling. "Are we having sex right now?" "No," he said, starting to speed up. "One of us would have to put our dick in the other's butt, and I'm not doing that." A part of me wanted to remind him about all the other things he said he `wasn't going to do' at the beginning of this day, but I also didn't want to push things. Besides, I wasn't too crazy about this whole `dick in the butt' thing myself. We continued to hump against each other, both of us now moaning in each other's ears. This hard to reach area of our little town was quiet other than the constant gurgling of the crick, the occasional bird call, and the boyish sounds passing through our lips as we ground our immature penises against each other. Mike suddenly lifted himself off of me. "Stay there," he instructed as he stood, putting his feet on either side of my head and facing away so I was looking right at his hairless butt and the underside of his bare boy balls. He switched his stance from standing to kneeling, place his knees on either side of my head which brought his cock into position right above my face. I laid there confused as his erection bumped against my face a couple of times before I felt the warm wetness of his mouth engulf my own member, and then I realized I was meant to suck him now while he sucked me. I reached up to steady his turgid member, and when I had his dick pointing steady, I took it straight into my mouth. We started our sixty-nine, although I had no clue it was called that at the time, and what an incredible sensation it was. It felt great to have Mike's dick back in my mouth, the soft spongy head invading me, and as I sucked I made sure to watch my teeth and wrap my tongue around the head and shaft. But it was wild sucking him, and then experiencing the feeling of getting sucked down below. It wasn't possible for me to see, but I could feel his lips sliding up and down the shaft, his tongue flittering around the head, making my legs squirm as he did so. We sucked each other for a few minutes, our moans and grunts muffled by the other's cock. Mike was resting his weight on his knees which allowed him to gently hump my face, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, his pubes tickling my chin. I realized that I could do the same to him, and began to thrust my four incher in and out of his sucking mouth. Our moaning and grunting intensified, and he pulled his mouth off of my dick to say, "Let me know when you get close." I grunted an `mm-hmm' around his dick, and as he went back down on me he grabbed onto my upper thighs, so I did the same to him, stabling his body as he humped my face. He sped up on my hard on, so I did the same, and soon our breathing reached a fever pitch. Just as I felt like I was about to reach my point of no return, he quickly got off of me, obviously feeling the same. He repositioned himself so that he was back in his original position, on top of me and grinding his dick on mine. Both of our erections were wet with our spit, so they slid easily against each other. We continued to push harder and faster now, holding on to each other, moaning and grunting much louder than we had all afternoon. His grunting became more purposeful as he went super fast against me, and when he shouted a "Fuck, dude!" in my ear, I knew he was about to cum. As he humped, I began to feel warm liquid spread across my stomach and groin, and knew that he was squirting his cum on my young, skinny body. His grunts turned into moans as he continued to hump, and our dicks sliding against each other became even more slippery. It was this buttery friction that pushed me over the edge, and I let out a loud squeak as I came, firing my clear seed all over his body and my own, pushing and prodding against his body as I tried to maximize the stimulation on my young penis. He rolled off of me, both of our breathing still heavy as we assessed the damage: both of our bodies were littered with the cum of the other person. We took a quick dip in the water to wash off, and then back on the rock to dry before getting dressed. Our penises were soft, sexed out for the afternoon, and when we put our briefs back on we weren't shy about checking each other out in the tight, white underwear. To this day, boys in briefs turns me on like crazy, and I blame a lot of that on this experience. In any event, we both got dressed and made our way for home. Throughout the remainder of our junior high years, Mike and I got together frequently and fooled around. Sometimes at my place, sometimes at his, and sometimes at our secret spot. Looking back, I was lucky to have had such a great childhood and was raised in a time where boys could still go out and have adventures on their own like this. I had so many great summer days exploring the woods of our town (not to mention each other) with my best friend, but none of them were as great as that hot day at the crick. EPILOGUE "So that's how it started for me," I said to Mayson, laying on my side. He and his brother and his brother's best friend and spent the night at my apartment. I was there former basketball coach and had spent the previous evening watching their 7th and 8th grade game, and afterwards their parents had pawned them off on to me. The night was filled with the boys first blow jobs, and my first time having gay sex, which I had with twelve year old Mayson. Luca and Isaiah were currently sharing my shower, and were most likely giving each other blowjobs as they cleaned up from the previous night. "That's so hot," he said, playing with his boner. "You were just a little older than me." "That's right," I responded. "Not much older. Those were hot times, but what we did last night, that was amazing." "Mr. Hawkins—I mean, Caleb, can I ask you something?" "Sure, bud." "Can we do it again?" I laughed. "Absolutely. Right now?" He nodded his head vigorously, and climbed up on my lap. I spit in my hand and lubed myself up, making my six inch cock nice and slick. His four incher was hard and pulsing in anticipation. He sat on me, his hole right above my cock, and he gently pushed down. We both gasped as I penetrated him, my thick adult cock sliding into his twelve year old boy bottom once more. "Caleb?" he said after bottoming out on me. "Yeah, Mays?" "Can you take us to the crick?" I smiled and moaned as the young boy started to stroke my dick with his ass. "I think that's a great idea, bud. Great idea." THE END (at least for now...) Thank you for reading! You can find all of my other stories at my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach This story is connected to another one of my gay stories, Boys Basketball Sleepover: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/basketball-team-sleepover