Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 20:16:14 +0000 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Summer Homework Chapter 2 A few days later, I was hanging out with Brian, at his house, which backs onto a canal. "That water's really brown," I said. "You can fish in it, though. Me and Mike do it all the time." "Sucks that he's got summer school," I said. "Can you eat the fish?" He shrugged. "We always throw 'em back." Peering at the water from the edge of the dock, I asked, "Can you swim in that?" "Why don't you find out?" he asked, pushing me in by the small of my back. It only came up to maybe halfway up my chest when I stood up, but I was completely soaked. "You're a jerk," I said. He laughed, but gave me his hand to help me out. "You stink," he said. "No duh," I said. "You need to give me something to wear." "I'll see if my little brother has any underpants your size," he said. "Ha, ha, he's probably bigger than you anyway." We walked to the back door of Brian's house, where he stopped me. "You're dripping," he said. "You can't come in like that." "What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "I guess I can get you a towel, but you can't wear that inside." "Fine, but you're washing my clothes, then." Pulling my sodden wallet out of my pocket, I sighed. "My school ID is ruined, man." "Who cares?" Brian said. "It's not like you have summer school." Under my breath, I muttered, "Yeah, but the homework is cool." Handing me a towel, Brian said, "You're a dork," which is how I realized he'd heard me and misunderstood. "I'm not allowed to use the washing machine or my mom will flip, but give me your clothes and I'll put them in the dryer." I stripped off my shirt and wrung it out, toweling off my hair, before sitting down on the ground to pull off my sodden shoes and socks. "You're a jerk," I said. Brian just laughed. "Put the socks inside the shirt, though," he said. "I don't really want to touch them." Rolling my eyes, I did as I was told before peeling off my shorts. "Might as well throw in the underpants too," Brian said. "It's not like you don't have the towel to hide your little dickie." I shot him a dirty look, and said, "Fine." After drying my hair and body I wrapped it securely around my waist and then pulled off my briefs. Brian only accepted them atop my shorts, and after he did I dried my private areas more thoroughly. "Yeah, I'd better dry that now too," he said, ripping the towel from my waist before I could react and taking off at a run to the laundry room. "Wait in my room!" he called over his shoulder. Panic-stricken, I rushed up the stairs to his room, closed the door, and dove under his covers. Brian got to his room a couple minutes later and said, "Dude, are you rubbing your junk all over my sheets? Gross." "I didn't think you wanted to see my junk when you walked in," I said, "but if you want naked me, you got it." I sat up, tossing the covers aside. Brian closed the door, and looked me over. I didn't cover up with my hands. Sitting down finally, he said, "You have a big dick." "I guess," I said, not sure how to respond. My stomach fluttered. "Think it's bigger than mine?" he asked. I consciously shrugged. "Can't see yours," I said. A twinge down below signaled that mine might be getting bigger in the very near future. "We could measure," he said in the same disinterested tone. "I guess," I said. My dick wasn't guessing; it very much wanted to be measured and was now visibly pulsing as it added length and girth. Brian was naked in an instant. Not just pants down, full naked. I'd never seen someone get undressed that fast. "You can't tell anyone," he said sternly. "Not ever." "Duh," I said, standing up before him. We were both now hard, too. Brian nonchalantly grabbed and stroked my dick. His hand felt warm, dry, and wonderful. "I think it's bigger," he said. "Check mine." I quickly reached out my hand to see if I agreed. "It's really hard," I said, and that wasn't a lie. It was also at least an inch shorter and definitely less thick than mine. "You have hair on your balls?" Brian asked, his other hand moving to investigate. As he caressed my sac -- which did have hairs but not many -- he ran the fingertips of his other hand all over my boner, causing me to shift my weight from foot to foot with excitement. I followed suit, and mimicked him again as his lower hand wandered farther back between my legs. I felt more hair behind Brian's balls than I was expecting, and wondered how hairy I was down there myself. I resolved to find a mirror and investigate that question. Returning my hand to my own dick, Brian said to me, "Show me how much you make." I'd never done it standing up before, and it wasn't easy. I tend to spread my legs as things progress. Brian watching me, though, made up for that. His eyes were riveted on my "junk," and his hand was barely moving at all over his own penis. I looked him up and down. His blond hair was styled like the surfer kid he wanted to be, and his upper body was every bit the lean and hairless trunk of a young swimmer. His feet were perfectly maintained, and there was just a hint of new hair on his wiry calves and thighs. When I allowed myself to look back at his penis I realized it was hard because of me. "Okay, here I go," I said. Brian kicked his shirt between us, and I let loose a steady stream of semen onto it. It normally spurts, but it all wanted out at the same time as I looked at his naked body and hard dick. I tensed my leg muscles, fearing that my orgasm would make me fall down. "Nice," he said. "Now me." He started to tug his pole in earnest, and after only four strokes his load landed on mine. Without missing a beat he said, "Just remember, I'm not gay and you can't tell anyone. Let's get dressed." I nodded, still in the aftershocks of orgasm. I already knew I was good at keeping quiet about "homework" like this. 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