Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 19:26:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Water Shoes Subject: Hottest Day This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to real life events or persons are completely coincidental. All mentioned products are copyrighted by their respective owners. This story contains consensual sex between two male minors. If you should not be reading this or will take offense to such themes, please do not read further. If you do choose to continue, please enjoy and let me know what you thought! The Hottest Day I thundered down the stairs as rapidly as I could. I hit the small landing halfway down, turned and aimed down the last six or so stairs and jumped off. I landed with a thud on the floor, bending my knees into a crouch to absorb the impact. I wobbled, and lost my balance. I sprung my arm out and caught myself as I fell into the wall to my left. Laughing at my own prat fall, I stood up and chose to walk instead of making a bigger fool of myself by attempting cartwheels. I walked past the front door, through the living room and into the small kitchen and dining room near the back of my house. My mom was standing at the counter, filling her lunch box before she headed to work. "It sounded like an elephant was coming down the stairs," she said as I entered. "Can you go check the living room to make sure it hasn't been trashed, Cole?" "It's fine," I said. She turned to greet me with a smile. She gasped. "I really wish you'd get dressed, at least a little bit, before coming down to breakfast!" she said. "I AM dressed a little bit!" I said. Which was true, I was at least wearing boxers. "You KNOW what I meant!" my mom said, walking to the fridge. She pulled the milk and a yogurt out. She set the milk on the table for me and put the yogurt in her bag. "What if someone was here? Or saw you through the windows?" I shrugged. I could care less if someone saw me in my boxers. I pulled a clean bowl out of the dishwasher and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I sat down at the table and started eating as my mom continued to bustle about the kitchen getting ready. "So what are your plans today?" she asked as she inspected the bananas on the counter. I swallowed a mouthful of Frosted Flakes and said, "I was going to head to Tyler's in a bit." "That's fine," my mom said, zipping her lunch box closed. "Do be careful on your bike, though. Wear your helmet. Stick to the sidewalk." "Yeah, yeah," I said. She walked over and kissed me on the forehead as she passed. "Oh, and drink lots of water today. It's supposed to be in the triple digits by this afternoon. And put on some lotion if you're going to be outside for too long," she said as she walked out of the kitchen and into the garage. "I will!" I said. Right now, the plan was to head over to Tyler's and, from there, we were going to head to the public pool in his neighborhood. Beyond that, we were just going to play it by ear. Maybe ride downtown and get some ice cream. See a movie. It's the first week of summer break, so the possibilities are endless! But, before all that, I needed to finish my breakfast. I heard the garage door open, her SUV start up and drive off, and the door close. I was finally alone. I finished eating my cereal, tossed the bowl in the sink, and headed out into the garage. Just to the right of the door was the washer and dryer. Sitting on top of the washer was my dirty clothes basket, exactly where I'd left it from last night. I was glad I didn't have to do my own laundry because I could just leave my basket down here anytime it got full. But that's not why I was here. I bit my lip, listening carefully for the sound of an approaching car that might signal my mom's unexpected return. She might come back for any reason: she could have forgotten something, she might have remembered something she needed to tell me, she might come back just to bug me. Any number of strange and random things moms do. I waited, but couldn't hear anything. I quickly reached down, hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, skinned them off, and tossed them in the basket. Now, obviously naked as the day I was born, I leapt up the stairs back into the kitchen, closed the door to the garage, and dashed out into the living room. Now alone, and no longer afraid to make a fool of myself, I did a quick skip and launched into a cartwheel. I've done them inside before, much to the dismay and anger of my mother and father. They were afraid I'd break something, or worse, hurt myself. Pfft, if only they could see me now! Cartwheels, indoors--and naked to boot! I only did one rotation, mostly for lack of space, but I found it oddly exhilarating. Maybe it was just the fact I was doing one naked for the first time, or simply being naked in the living room. I didn't even care that the curtains were wide open to a view of the street. I could care less if someone saw me stark naked out there. Was probably a pretty good show with my penis rolling around as I did. I didn't care about anything today, really. I was free! Free to do naked cartwheels! Free to hang out with Tyler all day! School was out! I bounded up the stairs, reveling in the feeling of my balls bouncing around. I could sometimes feel it wearing boxers, but being naked made it so much easier to let them bounce around. I glanced at my clock as I passed by my room. 9:30. Tyler and I had planned for me to be there at 10, so I still had a bit of time. I walked past my room, and past the bathroom. I walked to the end of the hall and opened a door, stepping into forbidden territory. My parents room. Ever since I was a kid, it had been an unwritten taboo for me to never go into my parents room when they weren't in there. Even then, I was supposed to knock and ask permission if the door was closed. I didn't understand why when I was younger, but now that I'd started puberty I think I understood. Puberty was the exact reason I wanted to go in there. I quietly and slowly opened the door; the rest of the house was warm an inviting to me and my nakedness. My parents room seemed cold and dangerous. I wavered for just a heartbeat, then just simply walked in. While I'd bounced around in the halls, in my parents room I walked very carefully. For all I knew, there were hidden traps in the room to prevent me from entering. I approached the far side of the room in complete silence; I was unaware that I was holding my breath. I'd waited for this moment for quite awhile, but I'd never had a chance all winter to sneak in. I finally reached the far side of the room and stared at my goal. Standing about seven feet tall and maybe four feet wide was my mom's full length mirror. This was the first time I'd ever actually seen all of myself, completely naked. I studied myself, looking from head to foot. I realized I was holding my breath; I let it out with a loud sigh. I gasped, not meaning to be so loud. I held my breath again and then slowly, quietly let it all out again. I watched my chest rise and fall. I'd never really looked at myself like this. It felt weird, watching myself in the mirror for the sake of watching. I looked up at my shoulders, still a little scrawny. I looked at my face and realized I looked kinda scared. Probably just the fear of getting caught, naked, in my parents room. I looked at my brown eyes, my blond hair. It stuck up on one side where I'd slept on it. I smirked, trying to pat it down. It didn't stay down. I made another face in the mirror. I put my fingers in my mouth, pulling at my cheeks and sticking my tongue out. I made a couple more faces, then looked down. Not at my reflection, but directly at my crotch. I ran a finger through the small number of pubes I had. Being blond, they were nearly invisible. I looked up at the reflection of my penis, taking its sight in for the first time from the perspective of someone else. In the mirror my pubes were visible, but not nearly as visible as I'd like. My balls hung down just a little bit from my penis. I kneaded them in my hand, watching in the mirror as I did so. I moved up and watched as I jerked it a couple times. It felt weird, seeing myself masturbate. I didn't dare jerk off completely in my parents room. Even at my age I could shoot a fair amount--at least I thought so, anyway. So, I went back to looking. As I watched, I stared as I slowly began to bone up. With each heartbeat, I could see my dick twitch and rise up higher until it stuck straight out. This is cool! I thought to myself. I flexed it a little, giggling as it bounced up and down. I reached up to my armpits, feeling around to see if I had any hairs yet. I'd thought I could feel some for a few weeks, so I raised my left arm and stepped closer to the mirror. I squinted at my armpit, trying to spot any hairs. I looked under my right. Disappointed, I stepped back and swung my arms. I let out a sigh, trying to think of what else. I flexed my arms. I posed several times, admiring my body. I finally turned around and looked over my shoulder to see my butt. Overall, I decided I liked my body. Satisfied with my body and still hard, I turned and went back out into the hallway. I quietly closed my parents door and headed back to my room. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open one of the bottom drawers. Shoved inside the drawer were my boxers. I grabbed one of the pairs on top, a solid red pair, and tossed them on my bed. I closed that draw and opened another. This one was filled with my regular shorts and what I was specifically looking for. Underneath all my soccer, basketball, jean, and cotton shorts was what I had been looking forward to wearing for the past month: my new board shorts. I'd bought them specifically for this summer and was more than eager to finally wear them swimming today. They were mostly white, but the back half were green. I tossed them on my bed as well. I walked to my closet and pulled out a random white t-shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the bed. I glanced at the clock on my bedside. 9:45. I sighed. If I was to be to Tyler's by 10:00, I didn't have time for a quick wank. I looked down at my still raging boner, hoping it would go down during the bike ride over. I slipped on the red boxers, my boner sticking out uncomfortably in the thin material. Finally, after months of waiting and peeking at them in the drawer, I pulled on my board shorts. I pulled them up, my boxers bunched up and my boner made it impossible to get them on properly. I pulled them to my waist and stuck a hand down and around the sides, smoothing my boxers back down. I stuck my boner down my left leg and pressed the velcro fly shut. I tied the tie-strings in a simple knot, which finished the official putting on. I tugged at the waistband of my boxers so that it was uniformly visible all around my waist. Before putting on shirt, I dashed back to my parents room. All inhibitions gone now, I barged into their room and stood in front of the mirror. I spun around, loving the way the board shorts looked on me. I giggled, looking at my butt. With these shorts, it looked perfectly round. As wonderful as I'd ever seen on anyone else. I just hoped Tyler found my bubble butt as perfect as I did. Sighing, I lamented that he didn't swing that way. He had had a girlfriend during the school year, though I believe they broke up for the summer because they wouldn't be able to see each other. Not wanting bad feelings to get the better of me on the first day of summer vacation, I flexed one more time in the mirror and stomped off back to my room. I pulled on my shirt, slipped into some sandals, and headed back down to the garage. From the back corner of the garage I wheeled my bike out. I grabbed my helmet off the nearby shelf and, after checking it for spiders and the proper direction, stuck it on my head. I hated wearing it, but if it were still here when my parents get home and my bike was gone... Lets just say I would be in a lot of trouble. I snapped the helmet's straps on, loosened them slightly, and rolled my bike to the garage door. I clicked the switch on the wall and, with a loud racket the door rolled up. I ducked under, hit the button again from the outside to close the door, hopped on my bike and pushed off for the street. Tyler's house, while nearby, was still a good fifteen minute bike ride away. I made good time, dodging around all the other kids who were out on the streets celebrating summer. Within three blocks from my house, I already had passed five lemonade stands. Most of them were staffed by girls--but two of them had some boys behind the card tables. I didn't ogle them too long because I didn't want to make a fool of myself and wreck. I took my feet off the pedals and leaned into the final corner; Tyler's house was in view at the end of the street. His street was a little weird, it ran for the length of about a block and a half, then simply ended in a small, round cul-de-sac. I shot up the small incline of his driveway and stopped to the left of the garage. I leaned my bike there, somewhat out of sight. Not that anyone would want to steal my bike, nor that anyone would in this neighborhood. Yes, it was full of nice, upper-middle class snooty families; but I couldn't complain too much--Tyler was one of those families. Though, without the snooty part. I pulled my helmet off and draped it over the handlebars. I walked up to the front door and knocked with a short tune that I knew Tyler would recognize as me. "Come in!" came his voice from, what I assumed, was the living room. I tried the handle: locked. I knocked again. "Come in!" came his reply. I changed the tune slightly; this time it was answered with the sound of pattering feet. I heard the lock disengage, and he pulled the door open for me. He was standing in the doorway, looking out at me. "Sorry about that, guess my mom locked it on her way out," he said. Standing in the doorway... "She always thinks someone is going to come sneaking in and kidnap me or something," he said, rolling his eyes. Standing in the doorway....in only his boxers. They were white. Tyler himself was already partially tanned, so the whiteness stood out more against his smooth chest. It had just the beginnings of a great muscle tone to come. He was already stronger than I was, his build was definitely better in that respect. His black hair was still motley from his bed. His face was round and unblemished, his beautiful blue eyes framed by black eyebrows. Completing his perfect look was a grin that never failed to show off his perfect white teeth. "Dude, you alright?" Tyler asked. "What? Oh, um yeah. Sorry, stayed up too late last night," I said. "Yeah, my mom always locks the door for no reason, too." Yeah, I'm fine, I thought. I was just caught off guard by the most beautiful thing in the world wearing only underwear is all. Also, my dick was starting to come to full attention on its own. No biggie. I also have the sudden urge to yank those boxers off you right there. Yeah, perfectly fine. Tyler moved aside, obviously inviting me inside. I stepped out of the warming morning air and into the air conditioned home. His family, while not rich, were certainly well off. Tyler's father was a dentist, which explained his perfect teeth. His mother was a freelance photographer who was often away doing photo shoots most of the day. "You always run around in just your boxers while your sister is home?" I asked. "Nah! Natalie spent the night at a friends last night. So glad to be rid of her for the day," he said, rolling his eyes. "Just us men today, so nobody is going to care what we wear!" "What about your mom?" I asked, following him towards the living room. "She got mad when I ran around in MY boxers this morning." He laughed. "Yeah, mine wasn't too happy about it, either. She probably would've had even more of a cow if I'd come down like I slept," he said, winking at me. Holy shit, did he just say he slept naked last night? That mental image certainly didn't help my boner situation any. "You ready to head to the pool?" he asked as we entered the living room. "Yeah," I said. "K, I'll be right back down," he said, dashing off. He'd left the TV on to some program I didn't recognize. I plopped down in one of the lazy boys aimed at the TV. I focused on the program, hoping I could use it as a distraction to get my boner to go down. After about a minute, I could feel it go back down. It wasn't long after my hard-on had subsided when I heard Tyler's barreling footsteps on the stairs. I clicked the TV off and stood up to meet him by the front door. He looked absolutely stunning in a white tee shirt and a pair of blue and white board shorts. Like mine, they looked brand new. The pattern on his was that of the standard tropical flower you see on a lot of board shorts. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said faintly. I was absolutely swooning for him right there, but was trying my hardest not to let on. "Lets go, then!" he said, heading for the garage. We went through the pantry and out into the garage. Unlike my families, Tyler's family kept their garage perfectly organized. All the walls were lined with shelves. Perfectly arranged were various labeled boxes of varying sized. While my family just piled our bikes against one wall when they weren't being used, Tyler's hung them from the ceiling. "Here, give me a hand here," he said. We grabbed a short ladder and propped it up under his bike. Tyler clambered up the ladder while I held it steady. "I'll hand the bike down to you," he said. He reached up above his head, stretching his arms up to grab the bike's frame in the right spot. While he stretched, I stole a quick glance at his crotch. The fly on his board shorts looked like a similar design to mine with a velcro fly. I so wanted to finally catch a glimpse of what was behind that polyester... I glanced up just a bit: the waistband of his boxers was visible now; he had changed while he was putting on his board shorts. He was now wearing a green pair I recognized: my favorite pair! He was wearing them a year or so ago when he slept over at my house for the first time--that was all he wore to bed that night! "You ready?" he asked, looking down at me. "Yeah!" I said, reaching up. We hoisted his bike off its hooks, flipped it back right side up, and onto the floor. Tyler dropped down and spun his bike around, wheeling it towards the garage door. He hit the remote for the door and I ducked outside to grab my bike. I tossed my helmet just inside the door. Tyler hit the remote again to start it closing. "This summer is going to be great," he said, balancing on his bike. "Terrific, even," I said. "Incredible." "Wonderful!" we both said, pushing off and onto the road. We sometimes would do that to show our agreement with something. We each would say an adjective, and the other would say a bigger one. Sometimes we would keep building and building until one of our parents yelled at us to stop. As we rounded the corner onto a side street, I took the chance to brush a hand through my hair. It was getting kind a long, maybe about five or six inches by now. I loved the way it felt to let the wind just blow through it while riding. I blinked, looking ahead of me. Now that we were on a straight road, Tyler had crouched down, stuck his butt in in the air, and started riding as hard as he could. "Hey, nice try!" I yelled after him. I shifted gears and bent down for a race. It didn't take long before I met up with him. I didn't pass him--there really wasn't room to do so safely on the sidewalk--I was content to, quite literally, stare at his bobbing backside. We rounded another corner, and the pool came into view. The pool was a public access pool to the residents of Tyler's subdivision. My family technically didn't live in the same subdivision, but that usually didn't stop anyone from using this pool, the life guard on duty usually didn't care. We wheeled into the small parking lot and hopped off our bikes, leaning them against the fence. My heart leapt when i saw the pool: it was completely empty. We walked along the fence a bit to the gate, which we were both very surprised to find closed. Normally, when the pool was open during the day they just left the gate open. It was unlocked, though, so we just pushed it open and walked in. Right about then, a young man who I recognized as one of the lifeguards, David, and another man I didn't know walked out of the small pump house. David was, I think, about 20 years old. He'd worked at the pool last summer as the gardner and lifeguard along with another guy. The other man was probably in his late thirties, overweight, and balding. "Hey Tyler, Cole," he said, waving. "Sorry to say it, but the pool's closed for the moment." "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Tyler and I said in unison. "Sorry, kids!" the older man said. "Something's wrong with the pump, so it's not cycling cooler water correctly. Fairly minor problem, should have it fixed by tomorrow." "Sorry, boys," David said. "Tyler, I'll give your house a call if it gets fixed this afternoon, alright?" "Yeah, sure," Tyler said. "Thanks." You could hear the disappointment in his voice. We both turned and walk back out of the pool area and back to our bikes. "Well, what's the plan now?" I asked. "I guess back to my place. We can play some games or something until it's fixed," he said. I grunted in agreement and hopped on my bike. We rode back slowly, taking our time because there wasn't really anything in particular to do at our destination this time. It took us fifteen minutes to get to the pool from his house, and I'd guess it took us nearly thirty to get back at our pace this time. We walked into his house through the front door, kicking our sandals off at the door. "Maaan, that's so lame," Tyler said, kicking his left sandal rather hard against the wall. "First day of summer, and the pool's closed!" "I know what you mean," I said. "It's gonna be so hot today, too. Ugh! And we're stuck inside with nothing to do!" "Eh, I'll go start up the 360," he said. "Go grab some soda from the fridge." I walked past the living room and into their massive kitchen. Seriously, the thing was large enough to fit two of my family's kitchens, easily. I headed over to the fridge and grabbed two Cokes from the box. I was tempted to shake one of them up, but thought better of it. I returned to the living room and joined Tyler on the floor in front of the TV. I handed him one of the sodas, he handed me another controller. We both sat cross-legged, our sodas resting carefully on the coasters Tyler had put on the floor. We settled in to play several rounds of Halo to try to kill our boredom. It was around an hour later when we stopped. Our sodas were long gone, the noon heat wave had begun, and boredom was once again plaguing us. We had turned off the game, moved to the lazy boys behind us, and had started channel surfing. I was sitting there, zoning out completely as Tyler clicked rhythmically through the one hundred or so channels they had. "So hot today," he moaned after awhile. "Wish my parents would let me turn the AC on on days like this." He finally stopped clicking through the channels when an episode of Myth Busters came on. Random explosions were always good. I sank back further into the chair, staring blankly at the TV. My mouth was open in exhaustion from the heat that was building inside the house. I could only imagine how much better it would have been to be in the cool water of the pool right now... We'd been watching for about five minutes when Tyler sat up and said, "I can't take this! Sweating too much, my shirt is sticking to my back." I glanced to the left at him, and felt my penis twitch in response. Rather ungracefully, Tyler pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. His beautiful, smooth chest was now visible. It shone with a thin layer of sweat. The sun coming in through the windows gleamed off him. He looked absolutely beautiful. Not only that, but my favorite green boxers were now easily visible. I didn't know what it was about them that I thought made them so perfect on him, no matter what pair of pants or shorts he was wearing. They were just perfect, simple as that. "That's not a bad idea," I said, leaning forward. I pulled my own shirt off. My back felt sticky as the fabric peeled off. I tossed it on the floor next to Tyler's and leaned back into the lazy boy. I adjusted my right leg so that, hopefully, my now raging boner wasn't quite as noticeable. We continued to lay there, watching random explosions that somehow counted as scientific experiments. Well, Tyler continued to watch it--I admit I was watching him more than the show. After a few more minutes, I could feel my skin sticking to the chair as it had to my shirt. I couldn't tell specifically, but it felt like the temperature was getting even hotter. I wasn't sure if it was just me, because of the wonderful eye candy next to me, or if it really was getting hotter. "I'll be right back," Tyler said as a commercial break came on. "Mmm," I said, snapping my eyes away from him and back to the TV. The heat was making me drowsy so my mind didn't really care where he was off to. I vaguely heard him tromp up the stairs. Probably headed to the bathroom, I thought to myself. It didn't occur to me that he didn't need to go upstairs for that, there was a bathroom just down the hall. It was barely a minute later that I heard him thunder back down the stairs. I turned my head as he walked gracefully into the room. With a jolt of disappointment, I discovered his boxers were no longer visible. "That's much better," he said, leaping backwards into his chair. He was rather energetic for how hot it was. "Where'd you go?" I asked. "Just up to my room really quick," he said with a smirk. He shifted a bit in the chair. "Whhhhhy?" I asked, echoing his mocking voice. "No reason," he said. "I'm sure there is one." "Maybe." I sighed, leaned over to give him a burning glare, and the sat back in my chair. He laughed. "Not sure which was a hotter temperature, the air outside or that look." I remained silent, continuing to watch both his chest and the show. "I took my boxers off," he said plainly a few minutes later. "What?" I said, shocked. I looked over at him. "That's why I went up to my room," he said. "To take my boxers off. They were sticking to me as much as my shirt was." I stared at him, and then looked down at his shorts. I couldn't really tell if he was lying or not, besides the fact that I couldn't see those green boxers anymore. "It's quite a bit better, actually," he said. "Can really cool off now." "So, you're, um freeballing now?" I asked. "Yup," he said. "My balls are free." I continued to stare at him without meaning to. It might be my imagination, but it almost looked like he was partially hard. I sat back in my chair. I mulled it over for a bit. My best friend was now wearing only board shorts! I'd seen him in less just today, granted, but something about being in just his board shorts was just as erotic, or even more so, than in his boxers. I guessed it was something to do with the fact that he was freeballing in something he could wear out in public. After a half second to work up the courage, I said, "Would you mind if I--" "You can change in my room," Tyler said, anticipating my question. "Just leave them on the floor." "Thanks," I said, hopping up. I dashed out of the room, hoping he didn't notice my boner. My heart was pounding. I was going to freeball! I'd done it before, but never at anyone else's house but my own. It felt kinda naughty, almost dirty to even think of doing it. But I was going to do it! I rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and headed down the hall to Tyler's room. His door was ajar. I stepped into his room. It had been a few months since I'd been in there, but it hadn't changed at all. His bed was over near the window, his desk and computer off in one corner. Various model airplanes hung from the ceiling or sat on bookshelves. I looked down at the floor as I stepped in and closed the door. A single pair of green boxers lay where he'd peeled them off. My heart was pounding. I fumbled for the string at the waistband of my board shorts. After accidentally getting the simple knot even more knotted, I succeeded in untying it. I ripped open the velcro fly, and tugged them down. I stepped out of my board shorts and put my hands to the waistband of my boxers. I skinned them off quickly, setting them down on the floor next to Tyler's boxers. I stood there a moment, my boner sticking straight out from my naked body. I glanced at the door. I couldn't hear anything outside, so I decided I was safe. I looked at Tyler's boxers again, studying how they were positioned on the floor. After I decided I could replace them perfectly, I deftly picked them up. I looked at them for probably a full minute, but it felt like only a few seconds. I held them out flat in front of me as I studied them. The fly had no button on them, it was just exposed and open. The elastic waistband was covered in a thin layer of the same patterned fabric as the rest of the shorts. That pattern was marble like design consisting of two similar shades of green. I couldn't believe I was holding my favorite pair of my friend's boxer shorts in my hands! Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly slipped them on. Despite my boner, they fit perfectly. I loved the way they felt, they were loose in all the perfect places. I looked down at myself as best I could without a mirror: they looked as good on me as they did on him. I didn't dare keep them on for too long, so I pulled them slowly off. They even came off perfectly! I glanced at the label inside so I could make a note of the brand to try and pick up a couple of similar pairs for myself sometime. I then carefully replaced them as close to how they were on the floor. I turned, grabbed my board shorts, and pulled them up. The polyester of the fabric felt smooth and cool against my sweaty skin. I pushed by boner off to one side, hoping it would be less visible. Didn't really help all that much, but there wasn't much I could really do. I closed the velcro fly, tied the shorts up, and headed back downstairs. I bounded down the stairs, my cock and balls bouncing around freely in my shorts. I loved the feeling, I was going to have to do this more often! "Feels great, huh?" Tyler asked as I rounded the corner into the living room. He was staring directly at my crotch. I glanced down; my boner was anything but well hidden without underwear on. "Um, yeah," I said awkwardly. Tyler laughed. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I get them all the time, too." He moved his hands, showing me that he also had a boner. The shape was just as visible as mine was through the fabric of his blue board shorts. Somewhat shocked, I stared for a minute, then we both went back to watching the rest of the episode of Mythbusters. Despite shedding all but one article of clothing, it was still uncomfortably hot. After a few more minutes, the episode's credits started rolling. Tyler hopped up out of his chair and turned to me. "I have an idea!" he said. "What?" I asked. I was already getting drowsy again. "Let's go take cold showers to cool off!" he said, grinning. I turned and stared at him. Did he mean together? God, I hoped so! "It's alright, we can take turns," he said. He must have misinterpreted my look of shock as one of worry. Oh, well. "We'll use the shower in the guest bathroom. C'mon!" I didn't really care what we were doing, but a cool shower did sound like a great way to beat the heat this afternoon. As he walked past me, I noticed he still had a boner. I hopped up out of my chair and followed him out of the living room and across to the other side of the first floor. The guest bedroom and bathroom was just off from his father's office in one corner of the house. I'd used the bathroom to shower when I'd slept over in the past. We passed through the bedroom and into the small bathroom. I liked the design they'd created for the bathroom. Tyler had told me they had added the bathroom when they moved in, making the bedroom even smaller. It was built in a corner of the house and was shaped like an L. There was only one small, frosted window at the top of the ceiling. The bathroom's location meant that, because the house was built into a slight hill, it was mostly underground. The window was actually at ground level outside. Because it was built right against the foundation, the walls of the bathroom were concrete with tiles along the floor and walls. The entire bathroom looked like an old fashioned locker room, a design they had embraced. The sink, situated straight ahead from the door in the corner of the L was an old style porcelain sink with antique looking handles. All the plumbing to it was completely exposed. There was no mirror. The toilet was around the corner to the left, unseen from the doorway. The shower stall was likewise around and to the left, filling the empty space of the L. It was, like the rest of the bathroom, made out of tile. I simply loved this bathroom, it was usually the one I used even though the normal one on this floor was closer to the living room. It was just kinda nice being off in a quiet corner of the house. "I'll go first," Tyler said, stepping around the corner. "You can just wait here at the door." I didn't object, and slid down the wall, my back to the wall of the shower stall. To help accentuate the locker room appearance, a row of old looking coat hooks lined the right hand wall where you would hang your clothes. There was one white towel on the rack above the toilet. "Do we need another towel?" I asked. "Nah," Tyler said. I heard the rip of velcro and the sound of his board shorts dropping to the floor. My god, he was taking his shower naked! "We can just share the same one" I heard the shower curtain close and the water start. Tyler gasped in shock. "A little too cold?" I laughed, leaning over to look around the corner quietly. I couldn't see in the shower, of course, but I could see his board shorts in a pile in front of the shower. "Just a little," Tyler sputtered. "But it feels good! Helps bring down the boner, too." I chuckled. My boner was so hard it was aching, I doubted that a little cool water was going to help at all. I sat there, listening to the water splash as Tyler rinsed himself. I could feel beads of sweat run down my back; I wished he would hurry up so I could have my turn to cool off. After a few minutes, I heard the water stop and the shower curtain open. I heard him grab the towel off the rack and start drying. After only a few seconds, he appeared around the corner with towel around his waist and his board shorts in hand. "All yours," he said. "I'll put the towel back when I'm done getting most of the water off. Don't want to dry it all of completely just yet, y'know." I nodded, standing up. He stood in the same spot I'd been sitting as I went around the corner. Somewhat self conscious--I'd never been in the same room completely naked with someone else--I made sure I was far enough around the corner so he couldn't see me. I faced towards the wall so that he couldn't see my boner even if he'd been looking. I slid my board shorts off and leapt into the shower. I closed the curtain and started the water. The shower head and handles, like the sink, were an older style. The handles made of iron, and the shower head itself was attached crudely to an iron pie that stuck out of the upper part of the tile shower. It definitely gave off the air of an old locker room shower. The cold water hit my body, making me gasp. Sputtering, I adjusted the temperature up just a bit until it was bearable. I stood under the cool water, simply letting it wash over me. I turned and let it wash down my back, rinsing the sweat off my back. I held my arms up, letting the cool water clear my armpits. I looked down at my crotch: my penis had already shrunk down from its rock hard erection to hits normal flaccid state. My balls had already retreated up near my body. My mind started to wander while I stood there. It strayed to thoughts of Tyler, who probably stood barely two feet from me on the other side of the shower wall. I longed from him to be on THIS side of the shower walls... I decided I was cooled off enough, as I was actually starting to feel cold under the water. I turned the old iron handle to the off position and peeked out at the rack just beyond the shower curtain. Tyler had, as promised, replaced the one towel back in the rack after he'd finished with it. I deftly leaned out of the shower and grabbed it off the wall, pulling it into the enclosed space of the shower. I toweled at the water carefully, not wanting to get so much off that I was no longer a cooler temperature. As I moved from drying my hair to dabbing at my face, Tyler said something that made my heart stop: "Despite being a slightly different size, your board shorts fit alright," he said. His voice was completely casual, as if he'd just told me what he had for breakfast. Shocked, I leaned my head around the corner to look at him. He was, indeed, standing near the door in my board shorts. He was rubbing all along his upper legs, feeling how my shorts felt. Hey! My boner was back! I didn't even say anything, i was completely shocked. I might have stared at him for another thirty seconds had a sudden idea not taken hold of me. I glanced down at the floor. His own blue and white shorts were in the same place he'd left them when he skinned them off to take his shower. I snatched them up, stepped back behind the shower curtain again, and slid them up. "Hey!" I heard him said, noticing my theft. "Only fair!" i said, pulling the tie strings shut. I pulled the shower curtain open and stepped out, still dripping from the shower. I stood before him, posing. I didn't care that it was acutely obvious I had a boner again. Whatever caution I'd had before was long gone. "I dunno," I said cautiously feeling the shorts like he'd done mine. They felt wonderful, even more comfortable than my own. Mine had a mesh inner lining that was likely to stick to my ass whenever it gets wet. His had no such inner lining, just the smooth polyester of the short's fabric. There were no actual seams that I could feel. They felt like just a second skin. However, I had to remain resolute against the alluring feel of his board shorts. "Yours are okay," I said carefully. "But they seem a little loose in the ass. Must be so yours actually fits!" "Oh, ho ho!" Tyler said, acting overly offended to my accusation. "Yours are fine in the ass to me, but it's the crotch that is sorta uncomfortable. It's just too tight to even be comfortable! Must definitely be made for YOUR size..." "Why, you!" I said, leaping forward. I knocked him back. He stumbled backwards several steps, lost his balance, and collapsed on his back and onto the floor of the spare bedroom. I leapt on top of him, pinning him down. His arms were pulled up against his chest, curled so that his hands rested against his neck. I planted my arms firmly to the ground on either side of his. "What now?" I asked, leaning in mockingly. "Impressive for someone who needs an extra small cup!" he said. "Not that hard to keep a big ass like yours pinned," I said mockingly. "Oh?" he said, grinning up at me. I looked down in bewilderment, not sure what he had in mind. As quick as could be, Tyler shot his right arm out. It hit my left arm, knocking it out from under me. He grabbed both arms simultaneously and used my sudden loss of balance to roll me completely over onto my back. He followed the roll, landing on me to pin me to the ground. His hands still on my wrists, he held them tight against the floor. "What now, indeed?" he asked, mockingly moving his face within an inch of my nose. It was then that I became aware of how close Tyler really was. I had pounced on him with some distance between us. Tyler, on the other hand, was now practically sitting on me. I blushed, realizing that both our crotches were resting on each other. I realized he could probably feel my boner. I struggled slightly, but couldn't budge him. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You want to escape so soon? I thought you were ENJOYING this?" To emphasize his last question, he shifted his legs slightly. I couldn't help it, I moaned as his hips pressed against my boner. I realized the game was up, he knew full well I was hard as rock in his board shorts. He shifted again, pressing down even more on me. My eyes snapped open, looking him straight in the eye. I stopped breathing. He was as hard as I was. I could fee the shape of his boner, down his right leg, pressed against my thigh. I couldn't believe it. We both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. After a few seconds, our lips lunged at each other as we embraced in a passionate kiss. We kept kissing as Tyler repositioned himself so he wasn't holding my arms in place anymore. He settled down more onto me so that we could both feel each other's cocks between us. My hands, being free, immediately started roaming all over his smooth back. I ran my left hand up to his neck and into his hair. As we kissed, Tyler started rocking his hips into mine. Our cocks rubbed against the fabric separating us, creating unbelievable friction. I broke our kiss to let out a soft moan. Tyler took it as a cue to concentrate more on the thrusting. He started moving with a greater rhythm. The sound of our shorts rubbing against each other filled the room among our moans of pleasure. After a minute or so, he leaned in and started kissing my neck softly. My hands by now had roamed down to the waistband of the board shorts he was wearing. I put my left hand on one of his butt cheeks. I alternated rubbing and squeezing as he kept thrusting along our thighs. With my other hand I slipped a few fingers under the waistband, feeling the smoothness of his ass. I so longed to just rip them off him right now. He stopped kissing and thrusting for a moment to whisper in my ear. "We should take this upstairs where it's more comfortable." I nodded. He trusted once more, then pulled himself up and off me. He rose to his feet, and offered his had to me. I took it and he pulled me up. He brought me all the way up and into another kiss. It only lasted a few seconds and we broke, though he held my hand firm. With me in tow, he led the way back out into the living room and up the stairs. We rounded the corner and stepped into his room. With his free hand, he closed the door and deftly turned the lock. He kissed me again, then said, "We should probably get these off before we stain them." "Gladly," I said. We let go of each other's hands, both of us going straight for the waistbands of the shorts we were wearing. My hands were shaking near uncontrollably, I could barely get the knot undone. Finally, I succeeded and ripped the strings apart. I looked up, Tyler had succeeded in undoing his knot at about the same time. In unplanned unison, we both ripped open the velcro flies and let the shorts fall to the floor. We didn't waste any time staring at each other's now naked bodies. We embraced the moment the shorts hit the floor. For the first time, our dicks touched. As we came together, they got pushed up between us. We kissed again, both our arms desperately caressing each other. I felt his tongue push against my lips. I opened my mouth, allowing him in to explore. After what seemed like a blissful few seconds that lasted an eternity, I became aware that Tyler was starting to try and push me to the side. I realized he was leading me towards his bed. Exhilarated, I stepped back towards the bed, without breaking our kiss. Finally, I felt the bed against my calfs. I broke our kiss and sat down on the bed, excited to know what he had in mind. "Lie back," he said, smiling. I pulled myself up onto the bed and slid back, resting my head on his pillow. He grinned, crawling onto all fours as he approached me. He went as far as my cock. He gingerly wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few light pumps. I moaned louder than ever. He grinned, maintaining the speed as he pulled himself up near me in a kneeling position. I spread my legs wide, giving him more room. Ever so slowly, he let his left hand slide slowly around to my ass. I moaned as he kept pumping, his hand ever so slowly moving into my crack. Suddenly, I felt his index finger at my back door. He gently ran his finger in a circle around the opening. I tensed, unable to control the amount of pleasure reverberating through my body. Tyler kept pumping and sliding his finger around my hole. After a few more rotations, his index finger accidentally slipped and pressed into the hole itself. I gasped, throwing an arm out to brace against his body. I felt my sphincter tighten involuntarily around the tip of his finger. Feeling it just barely inside me sent waves of pleasure straight through my body. Unable to hold it any longer, I felt my cum rise to the head of my penis. I shout out a large rope of semen that arced up and landed on my chest. A second rope went just as far. A third and fourth splattered along my waistline, and a fifth dribbled down and onto Tyler's hand. He playfully brought his hand up to his mouth and licked my cum off his hand. "You didn't last long!" he laughed. I let out a massive sigh. "Sorry...I...wow," I said, gasping. "I don't know what happened. Once you put your finger in my butt I just lost it." He grinned. "If just a finger caused that much of a reaction, I wonder what something bigger would do?" he asked quizzically. Still gasping, I looked at him in bewilderment. "What do you...?" "Lie back and relax," Tyler said. He shifted his weight around a bit, his rock hard boner bobbing around. He gently caressed the sides of my hips and slowly worked both hands around my body. He clasped both of my butt cheeks with his hands and lifted up slightly. He walked forward on his knees until he was able to rest my ass on his upper legs. With both his hands, which were still firmly clamped to my cheeks, he gently pulled my crack open. He slowly leaned forward, and at the same time as I felt his cock brush against my own skin I realized what he had planned. He was going to stick it in! I instantly tensed in shock. I was acutely aware of all the muscles in my ass clenching. "Just relax," Tyler said again, this time taking his right hand off my cheek and moving it to his own crotch. "I'll go slow." I took a deep breath and relaxed as much as I could. I still couldn't believe my best friend, Tyler, was about to fuck me! With his right hand helping aim, I felt his penis head press against my sphincter. He pushed ever so slightly so the head was wedged into the dimple. I felt my ass twitch at the feeling. With his rod firmly on target, Tyler moved both his hands to my hips. For a second, our eyes locked. I laid back, my arms lying freely at my sides, my fits involuntarily grabbing a handful of his sheets. He seemed to be waiting for something, staring into my eyes like that. Without communicating, without him saying so much as a word in asking, I nodded lightly. He grinned, and pushed slowly in. I instantly felt a weird combination of sensations surge through my body. First and foremost, I suddenly felt like I had to poop. Second was the bizarre combination of pain and pleasure from the involuntary opening of my ass. The second feeling intensified as I felt, ever so slowly, the expanding mushroom shape of Tyler's cock-head push into me. I groaned, my teeth clenched. I felt my muscles tighten around him. Tyler gasped and moaned, leaning forward. "Oooooh," he moaned. "Not so tight!" "Sorry," I said, immediately trying to loosen up. I took a few deep breaths. Tyler waited a moment longer, then pushed again. I moaned as I felt his entire head enter me. I suddenly realized I was feeling the sides of his penis! He was inside me! I also became aware that I couldn't feel his cock head, and I envisioned a large expanse just inside me. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Tyler kept pushing steadily forward. I was absolutely amazed at the length he had. It seemed to go on and on. After a few more seconds, I gasped, feeling him press against another part inside me. Tyler groaned. "Almost...all...in!" I felt the end of his penis slowly slide along my insides, moving up towards my own crotch. Then, quite without warning, my entire body exploded in waves of euphoria. I screamed in pleasure. "Whoa, what happened?" Tyler said, stopping at my sudden outburst. "I--I dunno!" I gasped. "Whatever you did, keep doing it!" Somewhat perplexed, he pressed on, sliding his cock in further. I arched my back as the feeling returned. A short time later, I felt the tickle of Tyler's pubes against my cheeks. He let out a long breath I didn't realize he'd been holding in a long sigh. He was in. "You okay?" he asked me. I nodded, still reeling from pleasure. "You?" I asked. "Never better," he grinned. "This feels great!" I felt him flex his cock inside me, pressing against my insides. I responded by clenching my hole tighter around him. We both moaned. We probably could've sat there, clenching and twitching, until we both came. Instead, I felt him, ever so slowly, start to pull back out. After going back maybe an inch, he pressed back in again just as slowly. He sat up just slightly, allowing his hips better movement. In and out, in and out. Each time he passed over that same spot inside me that made me feel like I was going to cum ever time. Each round he started going further and faster. After only a few seconds, he was going so fast the bed was shaking and creaking violently. But I was loving every second of it, and by the look on his face he was too. He continued to fuck me, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in quickly. After a few minutes of thrusting, Tyler slowed down and sat back on his hands, breathing heavily. Both of us were exhausted, but I knew he wasn't finished. I could even feel a second orgasm building inside me. After catching his breath, Tyler sat back up and shifted his weight to begin again. "Wait," I said. I wrapped my legs around him. "Pull me up." I offered him my arms. As he pulled me up slowly, I felt his cock shift inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself the rest of the way up. Face to face again, we kissed long and passionately again. After a moment, I broke the kiss and put my head on his shoulder. With my arms clamped tightly around his neck, I slowly pulled myself up. I heard him gasp loudly in my ear. It felt weird, pulling myself up and feeling Tyler's penis pull out. I let myself back down, feeling gravity push him back in deep. I pulled up again, and dropped back down. He put his hands on my hips and helped me continue to fuck his penis. We resumed our coupling in earnest, the pleasure rapidly building to a crescendo. "Cole, I'm gonna--!" Tyler gasped in my ear at the same time I felt his rigid cock shake. I suddenly felt his warm cum shoot out in ropes inside me. I felt every shot as he coated my insides with his seed. After his third shot, I felt my own loins contract and fire a shot of semen of my own. If it were possible, my second orgasm was more intense than the first. Ropes of my own cum plastered the both of us. We both screamed in rapture. Panting, I felt one last dribble of mine run down my slowly deflating cock. I could feel Tyler's doing likewise inside me. I sighed, releasing my death grip of his neck. I let myself fall back and collapse against the bed. Just as exhausted as I was, Tyler gingerly pulled his sensitive and flaccid cock out. I let out another sigh as I felt that warm fullness leave me. "Wow," Tyler said, crawling up to lie next to me. "That was great." "Terrific, even," I said. "Incredible." "Wonderful!" "Spectacular!" we both said. We laughed. I turned my head and lazily looked at him. The sun glistened off the layer of sweat that plastered his chest. I was likewise covered in sweat. "I hate you, Tyler," I said playfully. "Why is that?" he asked, grinning. He propped his head up on his arm. "Your ideas never work out. We took cold showers to cool off, but I'm still as hot and sweaty as ever!" He laughed. "Well, maybe you did it wrong!" He scooted in close, pecking me on the cheek. "I guess we'll have to go take another one! This time together so I can be sure you're getting the water the right temperature!" My answer was cut short by the sound of the telephone ringing. With some unknown energy, Tyler leapt up and bounded naked to the phone across the room on his desk. He picked it up with a flourish, then held it up to to his ear with his elbow sticking straight out. "Hellllllllllllllooooo?" he asked. "Oh, hey David!" While they talked, I couldn't help but stare at his great ass. "....The pool's fixed? Awesome! Nah, we found something to do in the meantime." Tyler turned and winked at me. "Yeah, sure, we'll probably be there in a little bit. See ya!" He hung the phone up with the same flourish. Tyler turned on the spot to look back at me. He spread his legs and put his arms at his hips, looking oddly like a naked Peter Pan. His red, flaccid cock hung tiredly from the tuft of black pubic hair in his crotch. "So, my good sir, would you like to join me for another shower and then a swim?" "I'd be delighted," I said, holing an arm up. Tyler stepped forward and pulled me up. "After all, we probably should clean ourselves up a bit." We both laughed as we walked hand in hand back downstairs.