Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2021 17:45:45 +0100 (CET)
From: biffspork@tutanota.com
Subject: One Summer Morning Chapter 6

The following is the sixth chapter of a nine chapter story involving romantic
and physical intimacy between minor boys. If such stories are legal in your
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One Summer Morning

Chapter 6

I made good time up the trail to the parking lot and didn't feel the need to hide
behind any trees. Half an hour later I was browsing through racks of t-shirts in
the mall thrift store. Originally I had just planned to buy Mani new clothes but I
thought it might look suspicious if he turned up in a completely new outfit. It
would be better to present him to my parents as a normally well-cared-for child,
not some dolled up waif.

I selected some used but good condition t-shirts and several pairs of shorts. I
took them all to the changing room to try them on, Mani conveniently being the
same size as myself.  Shoes were more difficult but eventually I found a pair of
used trainers that fit and were only lightly worn. I picked out a small back-pack
and added that to my purchases, used my debit card, stuffed it all into my back-
pack and pedalled home, arriving just as supper was being put on the table.

"How was your day?" asked my father as I walked past him in the living room.

"I'll show you," I said. "I'm just gonna put my pack in my room."

In my room I got the camera bag out from under my thrift store shopping and
ran downstairs.

"Look at this!" I said and showed my father the sequence of photos of the
osprey. "Mani saw it first, Dad, and showed it to me. It was really great! It just
hangs way up in the air, kinda fluttering, and then it folds its wings and drops
like a rock and comes up with a big fish."

My father was clearly impressed, asked a lot of questions and looked through
the photo sequence three times.

My mother called us into the dining area for supper. I ran upstairs and retrieved
the thermoses we had used for breakfast on the beach and the other food
containers and brought them down to be washed. During supper I told my
parents about the tidal pools and swimming and frisbee and how we pigged out
on the food my mother had made.

"And Mani said he can come for supper tomorrow and I asked him to stay
overnight so he doesn't have to go down the beach trail at night. Is that okay?"

"Well, I'll be happy to meet this Mani," said my mother. "But I would like to
speak to his parents if he's going to stay overnight."

"Yeah," I said, crossing my fingers under the table. "I thought you would. I'll
make sure you can talk to them tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay. Don't forget," said my mother.

"And Dad, Mani doesn't have a bike and it's too far for me to double him on
mine, so can you pick us up after work, maybe around five-thirty?"

My father agreed and said, "So I'll drive you to the park tomorrow morning
same as today, only we won't bother take your bike?"

"That would be great, Dad. Thanks a lot. Then we'll meet you in the parking lot
at five thirty."

"It's a date," said my father.

"And I'll fix you a breakfast and lunch for the beach," said my mother.

"You know," I said, eyeing them both. "Mani's sometimes a little sensitive
about his family. Don't go cross-examining him please. He'll tell you what he
wants you to know. Okay?"

"Don't worry," laughed my father. "We'll try to behave properly." He grinned at
my mother and they both laughed.

I looked at them and felt so good I said, "You guys are the best," and then I
gave each of them a hug and went up to my room.

In my shower I had a normal taking-care-of-business kind of jerk-off that put
me in a relaxed mood for bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the
pillow.

In the morning while I was eating breakfast my father reached over and put an
old black and white snapshot in front of me. The photo was of two boys about
my age. They were standing leaning against each other with their arms around
each other's shoulders and goofy grins on their faces. They were barefoot and
shirtless.  One I recognized as my father. I pointed to the other and said,
"Kevin?"

"Yeah," he said. "That's him and me in the summer when we were twelve. We
were camping out on his uncle's farm. You can just see the corner of our tent
behind us. We were there for about three weeks, camped down by the river, just
Kev and I."

"Wow. And you did all your own cooking and everything?" I asked.

"Yeah, for the whole time I don't think we saw another person except Kev's
uncle who came down every few days to bring us supplies and make sure we
were all right."

"What did you do all the time?"

"Mostly fishing and swimming but we hiked around a lot too and we always
had campsite chores like getting firewood. But we spent a lot of time, you know,
just lazing around, just fooling around. It was a great summer, hot and sunny
every day."

"That's great, Dad. Thanks for showing me that photo. I really like it. I wish I
had known you and him back then," I said. Then, seeing it seemed to be a good
time to mention it I added, "Mani's got a nice campsite down on the beach.
Maybe after you guys have met him I can go down and camp there with him for
a few days or even a week or two...."

"That sounds like fun," he said. "But let's not make any plans right now. You
know your mother and I need to discuss it. Okay?"

After breakfast I loaded my pack with all the provisions my mother had
prepared and my father drove me to the park. As I had done the previous day I
ran and sang all the way down to the lagoon. Once again a raven's call
answered my whoops as they echoed in the cathedral stillness of the forest.
When I came out of the trees onto the sand, Mani was there waiting for me,
wearing his grubby shorts and t-shirt. He was laughing. "I could hear you
coming for about the last ten minutes," he said. "You gotta teach me that song. I
love it."

We hugged but seeing as some dog-walkers were out along the lagoon we
didn't kiss. Mani took the pack off my back and put it on. Then we set off down
the beach. Mani was happy that he would be coming home with me that night.
He said the only bad thing about meeting me was that now he felt terribly
lonely when I was not there beside him. We ran all the way from Johnson point
to Mani's camp and as soon as we arrived we threw off our clothes.

Mani said, "Now we can have a real hug," and pulled me close. It may be the
most wonderful thing on earth to hug someone you love skin-to-skin and mouth
to mouth. I ran my hands down his back to his bum then back up to the small of
his back. I held him there, one hand on each side of his waist and then moved
my hands up so my inner arms were pressed against his back, just to feel his
warmth with my arms. When we pulled apart Mani looked down between us at
our two very stiff erections and said, "Those guys are always looking for fun,
aren't they?" He swung his hips to one side and then back so that his penis
bumped against mine and we did a little sword fighting. It was such a nice little
sensation, like popping a chocolate covered cherry into your mouth.

I broke out the breakfast thermoses, one with hash browned potatoes and veggie
sausages and another of hot chocolate. We sat on the beach and enjoyed the
early morning coolness while we ate. The osprey flew over but did not do any
fishing in Haystack Bay. I told Mani about my father and his boyhood friend,
Kevin. We guessed they had spent a lot of time naked and skinny-dipping in the
river by their campsite. By the time we finished breakfast the sun was getting
pretty hot. I had asked Mani a few questions and was ready to go down the
beach to further my plan.

"Let's go see Jack," I said.

Mani surveyed me critically and said, "Yeah, you're starting to tan now but I
think you need one more day with sun screen. After we finish with that, let's
play catch and swim this morning. I've got something good for us to do this
afternoon, Hiram's Falls."

We strolled down to where Jack was sitting on his blanket and exchanged
greetings. "We need some more of that sun screen," said Mani.

"I thought you might so I bought a fresh tube yesterday afternoon. It's not quite
as strong so he'll tan better now that he's starting to get brown," said Jack
producing the new tube from his bag.

"That's great," said Mani holding out his hand. Jack uncapped the tube and
squirted a big dollop in Mani's palm.

I turned so I was facing Jack and said, "You do the front today, Jack, and let
Mani have the back. Okay?" I stuck my arms out sideways like a scarecrow and
smiled at Jack.

"Okay!" said Jack, grinning as he stood up.

"Yay!" said Mani. "I get the bum!"

Jack took a quick look around and assured himself that the beach was empty
except for us. Then he squirted some sun screen on his hands and began
rubbing it into my upper arms and chest. As he worked his way down my belly
I grew a little excited and so did Jack. His penis was no longer hanging and
dangling down but sticking straight out. So was mine. His movements while
applying the sun-screen led to our penises touching briefly a few times. Soon
they were both pointing straight up like rockets ready to launch.  He continued
working down to my groin and added some more sun screen to his hands. Then,
gently but firmly, he stroked my stiff penis and it immediately responded by
getting harder and fatter. After he worked the cream into my ball bag, delicately
rolling my balls in his hand, he gripped my penis again and slid his sun-
screened fist up and off, pulling the foreskin up to its maximum extension and
then letting it go and flop back. He did that several times to coat it thoroughly.
Then, with a resigned sigh he moved down and carefully applied the cream to
my upper thighs, just as Mani was completing his work on my backside.

Jack looked longingly at my upstanding penis and asked, "You think I got
enough sun-screen on that? Maybe I should put a little more on and rub it in...."

"I think you did a very good job on it already Jack. Thank you," I said. Then,
seeing the look of disappointment on his face I said, "Well, maybe it does need
just one more stroke...." Jack smiled happily and was quick to take me up on
the offer.  "And thank you, too, Mani," I said. Then I squatted down on my
heels on Jack's blanket, my penis still jutting stiffly out from between my legs. I
used a hand gesture to indicate Jack should sit and said, "Jack, can you help us
with something else?"

Jack lowered himself opposite me and Mani sat down beside us.

"Probably," said Jack. "What do you need?"

I explained how we needed someone with a phone to pretend to be Mani's
uncle who was taking care of him while they were camped on the beach. We
needed an uncle who would phone my mother and talk to her about letting
Mani stay overnight with me.

Jack knew Mani's situation with Social Welfare and his foster family and
understood immediately why we had to have a responsible `uncle' for my
parents.  Mani had told me that Jack had a mobile phone so he was exactly what
we needed.

When I finished explaining to Jack what we wanted him to do he sat silently for
a minute. "Let me get this clear, Kevin. You want me to phone your mother and
lie to her and pretend to be Mani's uncle who is camping with him here on
Haystack Beach for a month or so. I'm calling her to assure her that it is okay
with me if Mani has supper with you and stays overnight. Is that what you
want?"

"Yeah," I said. "That's exactly what we want. I hate to lie to her and I'm going
to tell her the truth as soon as I can. But first, I want her to get to know Mani a
little bit. Then it won't matter to her and she'll try to help us herself. But for
now, if she asks any questions you might need to make up some back story.
Maybe Mani is staying with you because his parents are having problems with
their marriage, or something. You can maybe be a little aggressive questioning
her too. After all, you're going to let your precious nephew stay in her house
overnight. She might also ask you how you feel about me coming down here to
stay with Mani for a while. Of course you are okay with that."

Jack looked at me and then at Mani and was silent for a minute. Then he said,
"Okay, I'll do it. When should I call her?"

"We might as well get this over with. Let's do it now," I said and gave him our
phone number.

"What's your last name, Kevin?" asked Jack.

"Klein."

"Kevin Klein?" snickered Mani.

I glared at him as Jack dialed our number.

Mani rolled away on the sand emitting strangled giggles. "And you're not even
wearing any underwear!" he gasped.

I went over to him and began jabbing him ruthlessly. "The underwear is
CALVIN Klein, not Kevin Klein, you idiot."

"Hello, Mrs. Klein?" said Jack.

"My name is Jack Davis. I'm Mani's uncle and he's camping with me for the
summer. He tells me he has been asked to your place for supper and to stay
overnight with your son Kevin."

"Oh, yes. It's fine with me. Just give me your address in case I need it."

"I hope you can handle both these boys. They've been running wild down here
on the beach. But they're good boys so I don't anticipate any problems. If you
should need to talk to me you have my mobile number now and you can call
any time."

"Oh, yes. Kevin said you might want to know about that. He's a nice boy and if
you want to let him come down and stay with us for a while, that's fine with me.
It actually makes it a bit easier to have two boys because they can be company
for each other and you only see them at meal times."

"I'm retired. I was with the city police for twenty years but a mild heart attack
a few years ago convinced me that early retirement was a good step to take and
a policeman's pension is plenty for me to live on. How about you? And Kevin's
father?"

"He's an architect? I've always thought that would be interesting work."

"It's been very nice talking to you Mrs. Klein. Thank you for giving Mani a
break from me and the beach and a chance to spend some time with Kevin.
They really seem to be good friends."

"Yes, Yes. Goodbye." Jack closed the conversation and looked at us. I was
sitting on Mani's stomach and holding both his arms down at the wrists while
he drummed on my back with his knees.

"Okay, nephew," said Jack. "You can go and have a sleepover with Kevin."

I jumped up and ran over and hugged Jack. So did Mani and we danced around
him hugging and kissing his blushing face.

As we walked back to Mani's campsite Mani said, "I see you understood what I
said yesterday about exchanges."

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind. I think Jack might actually have done a better
job on the front than you did." I said. "But I did give you the bum, my perfect
bum!"

"Okay Calvin, you have earned yourself a thorough dunking," he growled as he
threw himself on me, dragged me into the water and submerged me. We fought
our way down the beach and emerged dripping to walk up to the campsite and
get the frisbee.

And so the morning passed away. We leaped and cavorted brilliantly then swam
and splashed like otters and leaped and cavorted some more until we were so
tired and hungry we had to retire to the shade. When we had recovered our
breath and our hearts had slowed I brought the pack forward to discover what
my mother had given us for lunch.

"Kevin," said Mani. "Yesterday when I was talking about exchanges I left out
half of the idea. I told you how I look at relationships like with Jack and other
people. But the most important relationships, the special ones that really count,
don't fit into that way of thinking at all. There's no give and take in those
special relationships. You may not get anything and you may give everything
you've got and it doesn't matter because in that kind of relationship the
happiness of the other person is the only thing you think about."

I could tell from Mani's voice that he was telling me something that was really
important to him so I stopped fiddling with the food and sat down and listened
to him.

Mani looked up at me. I nodded.

"The best example I can think of is how a mother loves her child. It doesn't
matter what that child does or says or thinks, that mother is going to love him
and help him in any way that she can. She doesn't even think about it. She has
no choice. Her love for that child is greater than her love for herself. But that
special kind of love isn't only between mother and child. It can be between any
two people who really love each other."

We sat quietly for a minute. I thought about my parents. I had never seen them
angry, not with me nor with each other. I had never seen them even disagreeing.
The kindness between them flowed steadily and always included me. Mani
continued, "That's the kind of love we all want to receive and that's the kind of
love we all want to give but most of the time we settle for the other, trading this
for that. It works but it's second best. I want the best." Then he looked right into
me and said, "And I want the best for you too, Kevin, nothing but the best."

I couldn't add anything to this but when I looked at Mani I saw him in a new
way. I had been pitying him for his hard life and that was still in my mind. But
now I saw that all those difficulties and sorrows had made him think more
deeply than me and that he had used those experiences to build a kind of
wisdom I was only beginning to grasp.

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The song that Kevin sings as he runs down the trail towards Haystack Beach is
called "The Happy Wanderer". You can listen to the original hit parade version
at https://youtu.be/3WHJ7oSeSTU

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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/