Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2021 17:59:51 +0100 (CET)
From: biffspork@tutanota.com
Subject: One Summer Morning Chapter 3

The following is the third chapter of a nine chapter story involving romantic
and physical intimacy between minor boys. If such stories are legal in your
jurisdiction I hope you will enjoy it.

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One Summer Morning

Chapter 3

We ran into the frigid water until it was up to our waists. Then Mani said, "On 3,
we duck. 1 – 2 – 3!" By the time we came up our rampant erections were
completely gone and our penises were rapidly withdrawing to warmer regions.
Mani looked down as his retreated and said, "Now isn't that the fastest boner
cure on earth?"

I looked down. My penis had practically disappeared. "I just hope it isn't
permanent," I joked.

"Spread your legs," commanded Mani. Then he swam between my legs and
stood up with his own legs spread. "Now you!" he said. I duck-dived and
torpedoed between his legs, then stood up with my legs spread. He duck dived
again, swam around behind me and erupted between my legs so I was lifted on
his shoulders. Then he dumped me in the water. When I surfaced I could see
him standing wide-legged and laughing. I swam behind him and came up under
him. I could feel his crotch against my neck as I lifted him up and threw him off.
He came up out of the water, grabbed my shoulders and dunked me and we
splashed around and grabbed each other in different ways. After a few minutes I
think I had touched pretty well every part of him. And, though the cold water
numbed my skin I think I felt his hands on everything between my head and my
toes. We wrestled and threw each other around in the icy water until our teeth
were chattering and we were beginning to shiver.

"Okay," Mani announced. "That's enough!" He wrapped one arm around my
shoulders and pulled me toward the shore. Then we ran up to his campsite and
he located his frisbee. When he came back into the sun he stopped and looked
at me with a worried expression.

"C'mon," he said taking my hand and leading me up the beach. "There's
something we gotta do first."

In a couple of minutes we had arrived at Jack's blanket. He was sitting up and
watched us as we came up.

"Hi Mani, howya doin'? Who's your friend?"

Mani bent down and shook the offered hand and said, "I'm fine, Jack. How are
you today?"

Jack said he was fine and Mani continued, "This is my friend, Kevin, and I'm
worried about him."

"Oh," said Jack sympathetically while nodding at me. "What seems to be the
problem?"

"Look at him," said Mani. I was glad the cold water had rendered me
practically sexless as Jack scanned me up and down. He seemed to spend a long
time on my crotch.

"He looks fine to me," said Jack. "In fact, really good."

"Yeah, his legs and arms are tanned but his middle is totally white and if we
don't get some sun-screen on him he's going to get a bad burn. So, the question
is, do you have any sunscreen we can use?"

Jack rooted around in a back-pack and handed a tube of sun-screen to Mani.
Mani turned me so I was facing away from Jack and then pushed me down to
sit on the blanket. "Okay, Jack," he said, "Gimme your hand." I saw Jack's
large hand come out palm upward and Mani squirted a big glob of sun-screen
onto it. "You do his back, Jack," said Mani. "I'll get his front."

Jack started at the top of my shoulders and very carefully spread the cream
down my back and massaged it in. At the same time Mani spread some on my
collar-bones and worked it down my chest and belly til he reached my crotch.  I
thought of insisting on doing this myself but Mani was in charge and clearly
had dominion over both Jack and I. My penis had come out by then but was still
at its smallest. Mani grinned at me, quickly pulled my penis through his greasy
fist a couple of times, rolled his fingers over my pursed ball bag and moved on
to my upper thighs. By this time Jack had finished my back down to where my
butt crack began. Mani had me stand up and turn around. Then I felt him
applying the cream all over my bum and down my legs while Jack gazed
thoughtfully at my crotch. His penis was sticking up by that time, quite
amazingly large. I had never felt anyone's hands on my bum before and I found
Mani's application of sun screen there to be quite stimulating. My penis began
to emulate Jack's and I decided the only course was to ignore everything and
maintain a steady gaze on the horizon. If Jack wasn't worried about his erection
why should I worry about mine?

"You did the best bits," said Jack somewhat morosely.

"Don't complain, Jack. I did let you help, didn't I?" said Mani. He slapped my
bum lightly, and turned me around.

"Yes," said Jack. "And very nice it was. Thank you Mani and thank you Kevin.
It's been a long time since a boy let me touch him."

Mani bent over Jack, hugged him and gave him a kiss on the forehead then
pulled me away while I thanked Jack for the sun-screen. I looked back as I was
dragged down the beach. Jack waved. I waved back.

We threw the frisbee back and forth and made spectacular catches, darting and
running all over the beach with brilliant championship moves. It was so much
fun I completely forgot about my penis waving around out there where anyone
could see it. I discovered that being naked was not just about my penis. It
seemed to make my whole body work better so that I could run faster and jump
higher. I was swift and agile like never before.

A naked old guy stopped to watch us play, then sat down on a nearby log.  Mani
threw the frisbee at his feet and called, "C'mon Peter, you can throw a frisbee."

Peter picked the frisbee up, threw it to me and said, "Thanks Mani, but I'm too
old for that. I'm happy just watching you kids run around."

"Where's Mary today?" asked Mani.

"She put her back out so she's home. She sent some cookies for you. I'll bring
them down later." Peter continued his stroll down the beach

By the time Peter had passed Jack's blanket and we had made a few more great
catches we were both hot and exhausted. Mani threw the frisbee into his
campsite and we raced down into the water again ducking and splashing just
until we were cooled off.  Then we walked tiredly into the shade of the giant
arbutus. He led me deeper behind some piled up drift logs where a sleeping bag
was opened out beneath a large tarpaulin tied between trees. He folded himself
down onto the bag, stretched out and patted a spot beside him. "Take a break,
podner," he said with a fake Texas accent, "ah'm bushed."

"Just a minute," I said and went back and got my pack. Then I sat down beside
him. "I just remembered I have some juice boxes here. You want orange or
grape?"

"Wow!  Grape for me, please."

We sucked juice for a few minutes. Then I pulled out a couple of granola bars
and we made them disappear.

"I love your pack," said Mani. "You got anything else in there?"

"Nope," I said sadly. "That's everything I brought today."

"That's okay," said Mani. I'm not really hungry, just curious. I wanna know all
about you."

I lay down beside him. "I'd like to know all about you, too, Mani. I think
you're amazing. I never had so much fun as today with you. It's been the best,
absolutely the best."

"Yeah," he said. He turned to look at me. "We had some good fun. I'm really
glad you came down here to spy on us. You wanna spy on me tomorrow?"

"That'd be great. And I still wanna try see the osprey. What time does he fly
over?"

"It must be pretty early but it's different times every day. I can't say an exact
time because I don't have a watch. Just come down as early as you can. Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll come earlier tomorrow," I said.

"Usually about this time I have a little snooze. Is that okay?" asked Mani. I felt
him tuck one of his feet under the sole of my foot. Then he just slid it up and
down a little, cuddling my foot.

"Whatever you like to do," I said, "that's fine with me. I took my glasses off,
folded them and put them on a nearby log. Mani got up on one elbow and
looked down on me.

"It's interesting," he mused.

"What?' I said, dreamily. I wasn't usually into afternoon naps but the long walk,
the big lunch, the cold water, the hot sun, the excitement and the wild frisbee
play were like a drug and I could feel myself succumbing to the sun-drenched
afternoon heat.

"Your face," said Mani. "With your glasses on you look very focused, very
intelligent, very sort of busy and maybe a little worried. But I noticed when we
were swimming and now, with the glasses off, you just look sweet, and really
good looking, not so sharp-edged and really lovable."

"Which do you think is best?" I asked sleepily. I was so comfortable and so
sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"Oh," he said. I felt him lean over and brush some sand off my forehead. "I like
them both. A lot."

He cradled his head on his arm and closed his eyes and we both drifted off.

I don't know how it happened but while we were asleep we just got closer
together and when I woke up, maybe an hour later, we were completely
wrapped up in each other's arms and legs and both our penises were pushing
into each other. It felt really nice, like floating in a mild orgasm that didn't rise
and fall but just maintained a steady flow of pleasure. I opened my eyes and
looked at his face about an inch away. The tips of our noses were touching. His
eyelids fluttered open and we stared into each other's eyes for about a minute.

"Kevin," he said. It wasn't a question or a call that required an answer. It was
just Mani tasting my name in his mouth. I shifted a little and he added, "Don't
move. Don't talk. Don't think."

I closed my eyes and he pulled me closer to him, pulled me into the tightest hug
possible. I could feel his erection pulsing against my belly and knew mine was
squeezing against him. I pushed my arms further around him and pulled us even
closer so that every inch of me was pressed against him.

We lay like that for a minute then he jumped up and said, "C'mon, I'll show
you where my pee tree is."

I followed him deeper into the woods until we reached the base of a really tall
fir. "I don't actually pee on this tree, said Mani. "That would be disrespectful.
But I like to pee nearby, then the tree can take it or leave it. I think a big old tree
like this probably likes to get a little boy pee from time to time." He took a few
steps back and stuck his groin out. He was still quite erect and at first the stream
shot upwards but as the flow increased his penis slowly descended. I followed
suit and by the time we were finished both of the penises were back to dangling
like they normally did. "Ahhh, a good piss." he sighed giving his a little shake.
"That's another great boner cure!"

I remembered I still had about an hour and half walk back to the parking lot and
then an hour's bike ride before I got home.

"I've got to go," I said sadly as we walked back to the campsite.

"But you'll be back tomorrow?" he said.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll come real early. Is there anything I can bring for you?"

"Nah," he said. "Just bring yourself."

I sat down on the log near the fireplace and began to get dressed. It felt weird. I
had only been nude for a few hours but it already felt natural, right, and these
clothes felt strange and constraining. Putting them on was like going back into
my old life, life before Mani. Though the clothes were light summer garments,
as I put them on it felt like I was erecting a wall between me and Mani, between
me and this new world I had discovered. I realized happily that somehow that
day I had become someone else, a different, better person, someone I had
always been but had forgot. Mani had hugged me. He had said that I was
lovable and maybe it was true. I fervently hoped so.

Mani insisted on carrying my camera bag and walked with me down to edge of
the nude beach at Johnson Point. We stopped and looked at each other and he
took the camera bag from around his shoulder and put it over mine. Where the
strap touched my neck it was still warm from his body.

"Come as early as you can," he said in a low voice. "Then we can wait and
watch for that osprey together."

"I'll come early," I said. I couldn't put my feelings into words. We stood for an
awkward minute then grabbed and  hugged each other, both of us sort of
laughing. I turned and walked over the promontory onto Johnson Beach.

There were still a few bathing-suited sunbathers on Johnson Beach but my
mind was full of images of Mani. By the time I reached the entrance to the
forest trail I had a raging erection and as soon as I was in the deep forest I
struck off the trail and hid myself behind a large tree. Confident I could not be
seen from the trail I dropped my shorts and briefs to my ankles and put my
hand on my swollen penis. Two strokes was all it took and I came so fiercely I
fell trembling to my knees. I squeezed out the last few drops of semen and
returned to the trail. I felt relieved yet fifteen minutes later I had to seek the
cover of another large tree where I could drop my shorts again. It took more
than two strokes but when I came, it once more left me gasping and shaking.
With my penis still upright and oozing I leaned against the tree to recover. Then
I heard a twig snap. I looked up to meet the wide-eyed gaze of a young couple,
hand in hand.

"Oh! Sorry!" said the young man.

"No problem," I replied gaily while wishing I had a hand grenade. Really, what
are people like that doing, sneaking around in the bush?

"Are you okay?" asked the girl. I appreciated her compassion but my rating of
female intelligence sank by several notches.

"I'm fine, my underwear just got caught...on some...branches...er...with
thorns...and...." I muttered while bending over and hoping she had somehow
managed not to notice my stiffly throbbing penis jutting out and dripping with
creamy seminal fluid.

The young man pulled his girlfriend around and they went back to the trail,
where they should have been all the time. People are very stupid.

Thankfully though, that second orgasm seemed to ease the tension in my body
and I made it back to my bike without further digressions. I arrived home just
as my mother was clearing up after supper.

"There you are," she said. "We were starting to get worried that something had
happened to you. We've eaten but I made a plate for you. Just sit down and I'll
bring it."

Holding a newspaper in one hand my father peered through the door between
the kitchen and the living room. "Ah, you made it home," he said. "Is
everything all right?"

As I looked at them I realized that not only had I changed but that change
meant that everything else had changed as well. I looked at my parents' faces
and suddenly saw nothing but loving concern. And I saw that they were a little
afraid of me, shy, and fearful that they had not managed to win my affection or
guide me to happiness.

"Everything's fine," I said. I had no idea how I could begin to make up for the
years I had taken them for granted and neglected them.

"Did you manage to see the osprey?" asked my father.

"No, but some people on the beach said he flies over early in the day so I am
going back tomorrow morning as early as I can."

"If you want to go real early I can drive you and your bike to the park before I
go to work."

"That would be great, Dad. Thanks."

"What time? Maybe we leave here at say six-thirty? That'll get you to the park
by about seven."

"That should be early enough," I said

"Okay," he said. "We'll do it."

"I'll make you an early breakfast," said my mother.

"Thanks Mom. And thank you for the great lunch. I'd like an even bigger lunch
tomorrow since I got real hungry today. And more fruit – the cherries and the
orange were really good. Maybe a couple of oranges and some bananas."

She put a plate of food down in front of me. "You look a little pink," she said,
brushing my hair off my forehead. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, Mom. This looks great! I'm starving."

"It's that special veggie patty you like. Do you want ketchup?"

"Yes, please."

I suddenly thought of Mani and the "horrible foster family" he had left behind. I
felt so lucky and so selfish to be enjoying this cocoon of affection while he sat
alone in the gathering darkness on the beach. And I knew then what I could
give my parents. I said, "I met a really nice boy on Haystack Beach. We played
frisbee all afternoon. It was great."

"That's probably why you look a little browner," said my mother.

"Maybe he could come and have supper with us sometime?" I said

"That would be nice," said my mother. "I'd like to meet him."

"Does this frisbee boy have a name?" asked my father.

"Mani," I said.

"Is that short for something?" asked my father. "Like Emmanuel?"

"No," I said. "It's not short for anything. It just is."

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If you enjoy this story you may well enjoy others I have written for Nifty
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"Life in the Morning Wood Zone"
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/life-in-the-morning-wood-zone/

"Amicus and Me"
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/amicus-and-me/