Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 12:37:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: First Day Of Summer Vaccation All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between pubescent boys are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Joe ____________________________ FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACCATION (copyright 2008, Joe Hunter) Chris ran down the narrow dirt road through the woods feeling quick and light in his Nikes. The gleaming white and black shoes were brand new, as were his baggy black shorts and the open-sided gold muscle shirt he had talked his mother into buying. He was wearing the new clothes because he wanted to be sure his friend Terry saw them. The previous summer, when he and Terry had first met, Chris' only clothes had been junky stuff picked out for him by his mother, and even though Terry had never said anything, Chris was sure his friend had considered the clothes nerdy. It was different now. Chris got his own clothes - at least sometimes he could, when his mother didn't object - and he could wear the same cool stuff as Terry. The road circled around the lake, past the green cottage Chris' parents had always rented before they built their own. He liked their new one but his older sister was always complaining that the green cottage had been better. Chris thought his older sister complained too much about everything, but this afternoon it didn't matter because it was his time now and he was on his way to see Terry! All morning he had been stuck helping his parents unload the U-Haul, and then his mother had insisted he eat lunch; but after that he had finally gotten her permission to leave. "Can I stay over with Terry if it's okay?" He had asked and his mother had given approval for this, too. Right away Chris had gone upstairs, changed into his new clothes and then slipped away before anyone thought of more chores for him to do. At the lane to Terry's cottage Chris slowed to a walk, heart pounding from his run and from apprehension. What if his friend wasn't there? Terry's school had ended a week before Chris' and he had said they were going to the lake in his last e-mail, but what if something had gone wrong? What if there had been an accident? What if, at the last minute, Terry's parents had decided to vacation someplace else? Coming along the lane, getting glimpses of Terry's cottage through the trees, Chris was almost afraid to look. "Chris! Hey dude!" A slender, dark-haired boy waved from the porch then jumped down and ran toward him. Chris started running, too, all his worries forgotten, and the two of them came together putting their hands up to slap a high five. "Alright!" Terry exclaimed. "Dude, I thought you'd never get here. This is awesome! Wow, you look bigger! Do I look bigger? I grew like three inches, but I'm still like all skinny." Chris thought his friend looked awesome and not skinny at all. Terry was a head taller because his birthday was six months before Chris', plus he was big for his age. He was wearing a gold tank top and dark, baggy utility shorts that hung loosely on his lean athletic body. To Chris, he looked just like the kids on Nick or MTV. More than anything Chris wanted to be like that. He stood up straighter knowing that he too had grown in the past year and that a season on the wrestling team had made him stronger. "Dude, you look totally rad!" Terry exclaimed, gesturing at Chris' open sided muscle shirt and baggy shorts. "Way cool!" Pride and a joyous thrill shot through Chris. Terry had noticed! "My mom doesn't think so," he said shyly and Terry laughed because he knew what a drag Chris' mom was. "Check this out," he said in a low voice, glancing around. "Can you like stay over tonight?" Chris tingled with excitement. It was what he had hoped Terry would ask. "Uh-huh," he answered. "I already checked. My mom said I could." "Cool!" After looking around again the dark-haired boy dropped his voice all the way to a whisper. "My parents are like gone tonight an' I got these videos we can watch... They are like totally awesome!" Exhilaration flowed through Chris like electricity and he nodded. Terry was so cool! Everything he did was an adventure. Chris had spent the entire winter counting the days until they could be together again. Looking with admiration at his friend he hoped the other boy would remember all the things they had done the summer before, and want to do them again. As if answering this thought Terry said, "I checked out our old fort and nobody's messed with it. Wanna' go there?" "Uh-huh." Chris nodded eagerly. Maybe his friend did remember! The fort was their hidden, private place where he and Terry had gone so often last summer... Heart pounding, Chris followed the taller boy back to the road where they crossed into thick brush on the other side and then picked their way along a barely visible track that led up a steep bluff. Near the top, tickets blocked the path and Terry crouched to pull back branches so Chris could slip past into an opening beyond. Moments later Terry scurried in behind him and the branches sprang back concealing the way. With Terry leading, both boys continued until they came to a ledge that gradually widened, becoming a bench at the foot of a rocky outcropping. On their right, beyond a screen of bushes, the hill dropped off steeply offering a panoramic view of the lake with glimpses of cottage roofs among the trees near the shore. A rocky cliff face formed a vertical wall of eroded stone on their left and tucked in beneath it, sunny and dry with a smooth, level floor, was a shallow recess. The cliff overhang made this alcove invisible from above and thick brush all around ensured complete privacy. While exploring, the summer before, Chris and Terry had found the place and made it their own secret spot. Now as Chris ducked to step into the recess, following behind Terry, the smell of dust and sun warmed rock brought back memories of that time and he felt himself getting hard. Glancing down he saw that his new baggy shorts concealed what was happening, but underneath he knew that his tight underwear briefs were poked out. In the past few months it seemed like everything in his body had grown and now whenever he popped a boner it was noticeable. From the rear of the shallow cave Terry dug out an old quilt, which Chris helped him spread out. Then they kicked off their Nikes and sat down. As he did so Chris had to tug at his crotch to keep his stiff penis from being trapped by his overly tight briefs. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw Terry give a hitch to his shorts as well, but it was hard to be sure. Did Terry remember? He and his friend had e-mailed each other at least once every week during the school year, but they had been forced to be careful because Chris' mother read all the postings. More than anything Chris wanted it to be just like the summer before, but maybe Terry didn't. What if his friend had changed, or didn't remember, or... or anything? What if the whole summer turned out to be different? Chris pushed the thought away and sat holding his knees, feeling the ache in his crotch where his boner was straining against tightly stretched underwear briefs. "Dude, check out how pale we are!" Terry was examining his arms. Then he pulled up the edge of his shirt exposing his lean stomach and slipped the loose tank top off over his head. Leaning back, he turned his face up to the warm sunlight pouring into the alcove. "We gotta' start gettin' our tans back!" Heart thumping, Chris imitated his friend by pulling off his muscle shirt and laying it aside. When they had parted at the end of the previous summer both he and Terry had been nut-brown from all their time in the sun. Chris had been proud of his tan, but the first time he undressed at Middle School for phys-ed his lack of tan lines had made him self-conscious. If anyone had noticed it might have been embarrassing, but no one had. A month later the tan had faded, but while it lasted he had liked the look it gave him. After school, alone in his house, standing naked in front of his mother's big mirror, he had stared at himself, posing like a weight lifter, admiring his sun bleached blond hair and the graceful lines of his body. When his skin turned pale again the posing had been less exciting, but he had continued to do it, sometimes wearing his wrestling singlet and other times bare, pretending to be a superhero or a warrior character in a video game. Afterwards he would work on the exercises his wrestling coaches gave him, watching himself in the mirror, marking the changes in his body as the school year progressed. "You're like way stronger looking than last summer," Terry said, eyes flicking over Chris in admiration. "Dude, it's like your chest is bigger an' everything." A thrill shot through Chris at this praise and he glanced shyly at Terry admiring the way every swell of muscle and bone in the other boy's wiry build was highlighted by the sunlight. It was how he wished he looked himself, and he wished he were tall like his friend, too. Terry was so cool! It was like he had everything. "I wanna' be like thicker up here," Terry complained, gesturing at his own chest. "It's like all that grows is in my legs. They're like bigger than the rest of me." Squirming to reach back behind himself, Terry removed a small package wrapped in plastic from a crevice in the rock wall. He unrolled it and, with a grin at Chris, drew out a lighter and a rolled joint. "We gotta' share. I'll like get more from my uncle on Saturday." He lit the joint, took a deep drag and handed it off to Chris who accepted eagerly. Terry had introduced him to marijuana the previous summer and he knew what to do. While he sucked in the smoke, Terry pulled a magazine from the package, which he spread open on the quilt. "Check this out," he told Chris, pointing to some pictures. Chris leaned over to see. The pictures showed two young women, one standing on a sun washed beach, the other lying stretched on the sand amid palm trees and tropical flowers. The girls appeared to be wearing skintight bikinis with intricate colorful patterns, but when he checked closer Chad could see that what looked like bikinis was just paint. The girls were actually naked. "Dude, isn't that like awesome?" Terry whispered. Chris knew what girls looked like. He had seen his older sister naked a few times and once had examined a stack of Playboys with a friend; but what Terry was showing him now seemed different. He thought the pictures were beautiful, and they gave him the same mysterious excitement he felt when he stared at his own naked reflection in his mother's mirror. He and Terry kept looking at the pictures while they traded the joint back and forth and beneath his tight underwear Chris' boner got so hard he had to tug at his crotch again to ease it. Next to him, Terry fumbled at his own groin. "I got a hard on," he said, and with a sly grin he took Chris' hand, placing it on the front of his shorts where Chris could feel the jut of a stiff penis beneath the fabric. From between the back pages of the magazine Terry produced an envelope and then shook out four photos that he handed to Chris. "Look..." All four pictures were of Terry, two in poses that reminded Chris of himself in front of the mirror. Another showed Terry lying on a wooden patio deck stretched out with one knee pulled up, the same way the girl had been on the beach. In the last one Terry was astride a trail bike, his back to the camera, looking over his shoulder and smiling. In every picture Terry seemed to be wearing a colorful Speedo brief, but a closer look showed Chris it was body paint and his friend was naked. The discovery made him almost painfully hard and there was a sudden throb at the base of his straining penis. It was a sensation he had experienced only once or twice before and this time it was so intense it made him jerk a little. "My uncle took these," Terry said, leaning close. "He's bringin' his digital camera this weekend. You wanna do some?" Heart thumping with excitement, Chris nodded. Yes he wanted to! It would be so cool to paint himself like that! "I showed my uncle your picture," Terry went on. "The one like with your wrestling trophy..." Chris nodded again. He knew the one. He had sent it to Terry by e-mail and Terry had sent back a picture of himself holding his basketball award. "My uncle says you're like good in the picture. He can paint you like he does me and we can do all kinna' stuff..." Terry took the pictures back, put them away carefully and then gave Chris a sly, knowing look. "He can like take pictures of us wrestling." Yes! Chris thought. Terry remembered! The summer before "wrestling" had been their code word for what they did when they were alone. The two boys stared at each other. Then Terry leaned forward and pushed at Chris' bare chest. "Dare ya." A moment later they were grappling, their half naked bodies entwined as they rolled back and forth on the quilt. Even with Terry's height advantage Chris could have won by using his wrestling skills but instead he just hugged his friend tightly, pressing his bare chest against the other boy's lean, slender body, and it felt so good that another quick contraction throbbed in his groin. Hugging back Terry squirmed, grinding his hips, and then in a game they had invented the previous summer, each boy started tugging on the other's clothing, pretending to resist while allowing themselves to be stripped. Terry's loose baggy shorts and Chris' new ones slid off their hips at the first pull and Chris shivered in excitement when he uncovered the pale mounds of Terry's bare butt. His friend was not wearing any underwear! He thrashed a little in mock struggle as his own shorts were pushed to his knees then wrestled Terry's down further, reaching as he did so to feel the other boy's hard boner. Like his own, it was longer and thicker than it had been the summer before and he explored anxiously around the base with his fingertips, finding to his relief that it was smooth, without any hair. Chris didn't have any hair either, but in the locker room he had seen boys that did and he had worried that Kerry might have gotten some. He hadn't wanted to look different from his friend and now that he was sure they were the same it gave him an additional thrill. He slid his fingers on Terry, moving them on the slick, stretched skin of the other boy's rigid shaft and his friend quivered, his slender body arching. Then both boys were rolling on the quilt once more with Chris hugging Terry, faking resistance while his pants were pulled below his knees and free of his legs. The moment they were off, Chris reached for Terry's shorts, but when he grabbed them he felt warm sunlight strike his bare butt as his underwear briefs were pulled down in back. He kept wrestling, working Terry's pants below his knees while the other boy squirmed in pretend resistance and then suddenly Terry gave in and pulled his legs up so Chris could strip him. His friend's surrender sent another shiver through Chris that brought more throbs pulsing at the base of his rigid penis. He hugged Terry, pressing against the other boy's naked body, pretending to struggle but allowing himself to be pinned so his underwear could be slid off. Then he felt Terry's fingers on the rigid shaft of his own straining penis and Chris shuddered, hips bucking, because nothing he had ever done to himself in bed or in front of the mirror had ever felt so good. He caught his breath in a soft moan and took hold of Terry's boner, stroking over its blunt tip that was so like his own, rubbing firmly while he hugged his friend as tight as he could. The taller boy quivered, breaths catching in his throat. "Ah...Ah...Uhhhhhhhh..."" Suddenly, the arm he had around the Chris tightened and his lean body tensed. Chris kept rubbing as his friend arched against him, and then Terry's hips jerked and warm slippery drops came from his throbbing penis, dribbling over Chris' fingers. Chris had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that holding Terry, feeling him moving against his body, and the sliding of the other boy's fingers on his rigid boner were the most wonderful things he had ever experienced and he wanted them to go on forever... Then something pulsed deep inside him, just like it had once in a wrestling match when he was holding a boy who had looked like Terry, and suddenly he knew he was going to pee and he squeezed desperately to hold back because he couldn't pee now! But it felt so good... so good... He didn't want it to stop, and he hugged Terry, squeezing as hard as he could. Then the something was making his hips buck and there were throbbing jerks in his rigid penis, and he wanted it to go on and on and on and on... Heart pounding, Chris clung to his friend, pressing against Terry's smooth lean warmth, feeling better than he had ever felt before, but at the same time shamed by the wetness he could feel in his groin where he was sure he had peed himself. Letting go of Terry he glanced down anxiously to where his friend was still holding him. "Dude," Terry panted. He half sat up and touched a finger to the glittering droplet at Chris' tip and then showed off the wetness on his own stiff shaft. "Dude, we like both did it." Chris stared at him, having only a vague notion of what it was they had done - just knowing that he wanted to do it more - except he was still sure he had wet himself. Terry saw the look on his face and giggled. "Was that like your first time? Bet you thought you were peeing. I did, my first time." He used a hand to milk his own shaft and smeared the drops that squeezed from the slit onto his finger to lick it. "It's jizz," he told Chris, grinning. "This big kid like showed me. He shot in like these white gobs but he says when you first start it just like comes out a little." Chris had heard older boys talking in the locker room and now he thought he understood. He put a hand on himself, rubbing a little to feel the slippery wetness. "I can like do it in a Coke bottle by myself," Terry said. "But it's like a million times better with someone else." Then he giggled again. "Dude, you do it like really, really good..." This praise lit a glow in Chris and he decided to show his friend the trick he had learned. Smiling shyly at the taller boy he drew his legs up and then rolled back in a half somersault, putting his knees on the quilt. The maneuver bent him double and put his groin so close to his face he was able to take his stiff penis into his mouth. "Oh wow! Awesome!" Kerry laughed and immediately rolled onto his back to try it himself. Chris uncurled to watch and saw right away that his friend's lanky form was the wrong size. After several attempts, the best the taller boy could do was to brush the head of his stiff penis with the tip of his tongue and he sat up looking on enviously while Chris rolled back to slid his boner into his mouth once more. "Dude, how did you learn that?" Being able to do something his friend could not gave Chris great satisfaction and he squirmed to bring his right hand to his butt so he could show Terry the other thing. Many times in bed or in front of the mirror Chris had explored all the orifices of his body and now, with his butt stretched open, it was easy to find his hole and put a forefinger into it. Sucking as hard as he could on his boner because he liked the way it felt, Chris pushed into himself, squirming to press on the special places he had discovered that would make his groin ache with pleasure. Terry leaned forward, staring, eyes wide with interest. "Let me," he whispered, tugging at Chris' hand. As soon as Chris' finger was out Terry spit on his own and inserted it, pushing up further than Chris could go and wiggling the tip. Aching sensation radiated in Chris' groin, so intense it made him close his eyes. What Terry was doing felt so incredibly good! His boner throbbed with hardness as more pulsing brought drops oozing from his tip and he squirmed moaning softly, spreading his thighs as far apart as he could. "Dude, this is awesome!" Terry breathed. "Do it to me!" Reluctantly, because he didn't want Terry to stop, Chris uncurled and stretched out on his side facing his friend. Terry wiggled close then took him into his arms, pulling a knee up on Chris' hip. "Put it in," he breathed in an excited whisper and then hugged while Chris pushed between the silky mounds of Terry's butt and pressed a finger on the other boy's opening. Terry made a little sound as his tight ring was stretched, then Chris' finger penetrated into the moist heat beyond and the dark-haired boy was hugging him tightly. "Uhhhhhh..." Moaning and squirming Terry clung tightly as Chris' finger sank all the way in to press at the base of his penis. Suddenly he jerked, his ring contracting around Chris' penetrating finger, and then Terry's lips were on his and they were hugging each other, with Terry's tongue pushing against Chris' mouth. Being kissed felt new and strange. Except for his mother and grandmother Chris had never kissed anyone in his life, but when Terry's lips touched his it felt incredibly good and Chris opened his mouth to let his friend's tongue slide in all the way. Terry's hips bucked and knowing that he was making his friend feel good sent a throbbing ache through Chris that brought back the pressure like he had to pee. Suddenly, his hips were jerking along with Terry's and more wet droplets were rolling off the tip of his boner. For thrust after thrust he and Terry humped against each other, then the dark-haired boy broke their kiss and rolled Chris onto his back. "Stick your legs like around my waist," he panted and Chris did it, taking his finger out of Terry at the same time. The dark-haired boy leaned over him and Chris felt something in his butt that at first he thought was Terry's finger, but this was thicker and filled him more. It slid all the way in as Terry lay on him and then Chris knew what it was and it felt so good, so awesomely good, that he clung to his friend wrapping arms and legs around him and clutching tightly, trying with all his might to pull the other boy in further, wanting more of him, as much as he could, craving the penetrating fullness that was sending surge after surge of achingly sweet pulsations through him. He jerked - he could not help it - and clung to Terry's slender wiry body, breaths catching in his throat, as wave after wave of throbbing pulsations engulfed him. Holding Terry, feeling the other boy's movements and the sliding in his butt, Chris arched, pressing against Terry's smoothness - the smoothness there was so much like his own. Behind his straining boner pressure built again and with Terry in him there was no way he could squeeze to hold back. Chris jerked, moaning, as his hips bucked and contraction after hard contraction throbbed in his rigid boner Afterwards, Chris lay in his friend's arms, the warmth of Terry's lean body pressing on his own, and it felt so good, so incredibly good... "I got some crystal meth," Terry said to him. "Tonight, when my parents are gone we can do like a rave an' watch videos. Then you can like do me, too. I'll show you how. It's like so awesome..." They kissed and Chris hugged his friend, wishing they could just keep doing what they had been doing forever and never stop... Whatever Terry wanted was all right. Terry was the coolest, he was the best, and the whole summer was ahead of them - long hot days of swimming, exploring and having adventures they could share together. He slid a palm down the taller boy's silky back, feeling the swell of rib and muscle, then the smooth firm mounds of butt. When his friend pulled a knee up onto his hip they kissed once more, hugging each other tightly, and Chris knew that this summer was going to be the best, the most incredibly awesome best, that he had ever had. ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. All the Best. Joe