Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 12:51:54 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer of Discoveries Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-14, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings. Story written and posted by, About A Boy. Summer of Discoveries (Chapter One) I was sitting in the car with my mom as we flew along. She was idly reading some silly little blurb in one of her magazines, while I stared listlessly out of the passenger side window, my chin resting firmly in the palm of my hand. I say we were flying along, because the car was parked on the steel deck of one of the green and white State Ferries, motoring between the mainland and Jamison Island. Jamison, being just one of the many islands that dot the straits of the Puget Sound, in the Pacific Northwest. Not a huge island really, perhaps about nine square miles, but there are about six hundred permanent residents who live there; perhaps a few more during the summer months. It's mid July, school has been out for several weeks, and my mom and dad are newly separated. As a result, my mom rented a house on the island for the summer, so the two of them could live apart during their 'trial' separation. I'm just a few months shy of my thirteenth birthday, a pretty typical twelve year old boy, and feeling a bit frustrated that I was going to stay with my mom, literally stranded on an island away from my friends on the mainland. Even though the Ferry ride is only about a thirty minute crossing, you're still more than a bit isolated out here. With a deep sigh I opened the car door, and not saying a word to my mother, got out of the car and walked toward the metal stairwell leading up to the upper level of the ferry. As I mounted the steps I glared back down at my mom, thus reaffirming my displeasure at having to leave my friends behind for most of the summer. Topping the stairs at the upper deck, I didn't go into the passenger area, but chose to stand outside in the warm July sun, and the refreshing Sound breeze that blew casually across the deck, washing my soft brown hair back off my forehead. The water was smooth and calm today, and I leaned against the railing watching the sunlight dance on the ripples and sparkle in golden white flashes on the shimmering surface. I folded my arms on the rail, bending slightly to rest my chin on them, and closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun as it played across my already tanned face. I love being alone outdoors, especially if I'm an unwilling captive of my mother. I let the sun warm my skin, the breeze refreshed me, and I smiled to myself as I breathed in the slight tang of fresh sea air, and listened to the call of a lone gull as it circled somewhere far above and well off in the distance. I could feel the faint vibrations of the ferries engines beneath my feet, thrumming deeply below decks as we glided over the shining surface of the waters ahead. After a few minutes I heard some giggling behind me somewhere, and I casually turned my head to see two younger girls ogling me from the other side of the gangway. They giggled again as I looked at them and smiled, and they turned shyly away, embarrassed perhaps that they had been caught looking at a boy. I get that a lot. Girls think I'm kinda cute I guess; and hey, who's to argue if someone thinks your cute? I have soft features with a small nose, and a dimple in my cheek whenever I smile. My eyes are bright, almost an emerald green, that always seem to attract a lot of attention from the girls at school, and, from several of the boys as well, now that I think about it. These girls seemed to be intrigued with me somehow. I was wearing a black Under Armor body shirt, and a pair of white jeans, which were ripped and frayed just above the right knee. I wasn't wearing any socks, and just had my flip flops loosely clinging to my bare, tanned feet. They seemed to be checking me out I guess, as they whispered back and forth to one another. Not sure what the attraction really is. I'm just about average height for my age, standing almost five feet even, but my 'cute' boyish features make me look like a younger kid to most people who don't know really me. My hair is a soft multi toned brown, which is just long enough to cover my ears and hang over my collar, and I had already decided to let it grow throughout the summer. I'm also fairly lean still, with a boyishly trim body; though the change to adolescence is definitely en route. In fact, speaking of puberty, I've already noticed several pubic hairs starting to come in just above my youthful boy prong; though the rest of my body is still virtually a hairless landscape of soft, smooth skin. My dick's not real big either, I guess. I'm not circumcised, and my slender boy tube is only about three inches long when it hangs softly above my loose, and certainly hairless scrotum. It's kinda cool about that puberty thing starting to kick in, though I can't seem to help getting more than my share of spontaneous, if not embarrassing boners lately. Of course I've heard all the usual stuff about hard-ons. Largely embellished from my friends I suppose, and of course the fairly sterile lessons that we had just finished in health class this last semester. The boners are all puberty related I'm told. Response to newly awakened hormones I guess. It's almost like my dick is trying to stretch out the skin to accommodate the future increase in size. Right now it stiffens to about four inches, and rises up to stand at an angle several inches off my naked pubic mound. I've learned about masturbation in one way or another, though, I really haven't engaged in that practice too much. Yet... I do like holding onto my rigid tool in bed at night though, and frequently fall asleep doing just that. There's something special about holding onto that firm, warm rubbery peg... I've rubbed on it a little of course, and one time just the other day before bed I even experimented, slathered it with some soft butter from the kitchen, and then rubbed on it trying to see if the expected would happen. I didn't get to see it all the way through though, since my mom and dad had decided they needed to talk to me about their pending separation, and after knocking on my door, they came into my bedroom, thus interrupting the process that was well underway at that point... I've determined to work on that 'experiment' a lot more often... Anyway, all of a sudden I was brought out of my day dreaming, when I heard the ferry engines suddenly drop off and change pitch. I looked out over the railing to see that we were slowing as we approached the ferry dock, still several hundred yards out from Jamison Island. I stood away from the railing, and turned back toward the gangway, where I noticed the two eleven or twelve year old girls still standing on the far side of the bulkhead, and still looking in my direction. I smiled timidly at them, sending both into another bout of giggles, though one of them did manage to wave to me. I smiled more broadly, and turned to hurry down the steps to the car deck below. The truth is, at this point I don't have the slightest interest in girls. But, it's still comforting somehow, to think that they may have an interest in me. Shoving my hands down into my pockets, I walked slowly back across the car deck toward our car. My mom was still engaged in her magazine as I opened the passenger side door and slid into the seat. "Guess we're here." My mom said, stating the obvious. "I guess." I answered disinterestedly. My mother looked over at me and shook her head. "Come on honey, you can't stay mad about this forever. Your dad and I think you need to stay with me for awhile." "Why? Why can't I stay at home with dad, so I can hang out with my friends this summer." I responded a bit gruffly. My mother sighed. "We already went over this Nathan. Your dad has to work, and we can't just leave you home alone all day, you know that." "No I don't know that.... I'm almost thirteen for cryin' out loud. Kyle's only thirteen, and he gets to stay by himself all day." I retorted boldly, trying to make my point. "Kyle?!" My mother snorted. "The same Kyle who was caught breaking out windows at the school? Ya, fine example..." My mom stated. Damn it... I had forgotten about windows incident. Guess I didn't help my case any. So without conceding, I folded my arms defiantly across my chest and resumed staring quietly out the window. The ferry nudged itself gently into the dock, and after they lowered the ramp the thirty or so cars on board started filing off onto the island. We followed the road around for couple of miles, and my mom pulled off at the Island General Store, which is one of only two stores on the island. We went in to grab a few quick groceries, and then proceeded on our way to the house. Most of the homes over here are more cabin-like, than what you find on the mainland. But that's not to say they aren't nice. Some of them are actually second homes, of people who live and work on the other side. People buy them, and come for the weekends, or during the summer. That kind of explains the house my mom rented. The people who own it will actually be away in Europe most of the summer, so my mom rented the fully furnished cabin-like house for several months. We unloaded the car, and took the groceries and stuff into the house. I took my bag upstairs to 'my' bedroom, which turned out to actually be bigger than my room back home. It even had a small deck, and I stepped out onto it to look around. That's when I noticed the water just across the way through the trees. There was actually a fairly big lake here in the middle of this amply wooded island. Going back inside, I slipped out of my jeans and rummaged through my bag till I found a pair of khaki shorts to pull on. Heading downstairs, I told my mom I wanted to go look around a little, so I slipped into my trainers and headed outside into the warm afternoon sun. It only took a second to get my bike off the rack on the back of the car, and soon I was peddling down the street. More like a lane actually. Lots of trees around this mostly wooded island, so it feels like it's way out in the country, which in truth, it is. I rolled down the road, trying to spot the lake through the trees again. I came to a gravel driveway with a house down at the end of it, and the lake was just beyond that. There was another dirt road just past that in the trees, and it didn't look like it was traveled much, so I pulled my bike off onto it and peddled down it thirty yards or so. The house I had seen before, was well off to the left, with a small but thick stand of trees between it, and the dirt road I was on. I called it dirt, but it's really more of a thick blanket of pine needles and leaves, long since trodden flat. Dumping my bike on the pathway, I walked down the rest of the way to edge of the lake. There was an old wooden dock floating there in the water, with a wooden ramp leading out onto it. I glanced back around at the house through the trees, and thought it was too far away for this to be their dock, though there did seem to be a small leafy path heading up that way. Turning back to the lake, I walked down to the edge and stepped curiously onto the ramp, which flexed slightly beneath me as I padded over it and stepped out onto the six foot wide, by about sixteen feet long floating dock. "Cool..." I breathed quietly to myself, as I stood in the warm sunshine and gazed out across the water. It wasn't a huge lake, but still pretty big. I could see a few other houses scattered here and there but way across on the other side and far down the shore, so it felt really secluded here. Kneeling, I reached my hand down and dipped it into the lake; which, to my surprise wasn't even that cold. "Perfect for swimming..." I muttered. And then I wondered if it would even be alright for me to swim here sometime. I wasn't sure who the dock belonged to, but it looked as if no one ever used it anymore... I'd have to ask my mom about it later. In the meantime though, I couldn't resist slipping off my Nike trainers, and sitting down on the old warm dock I hung my legs over the side, dangling my bare feet into the refreshing water. I wiggled my toes around and swished my feet back and forth enjoying the very feel of it. Leaning back then, I rested my palms on the dock behind me and closed my eyes, turning my face up into the afternoon sun. "Nice..." I breathed quietly. I sat there that way for a number of minutes, and then finally, unable to resist the draw of the sun, I pulled off my tee shirt and lay back on the deck, folding my arms behind my head. Closing my eyes I just lay there feeling lazy, and comfortable as the warming sunshine bathed my naked upper torso. I'm not sure, I may have even dozed off for a few minutes, but suddenly I heard a shuffling sound somewhere back behind me. I turned my head in time to see someone walking forward towards the dock, and it kind of startled me. Instinctively I pulled my feet out of the water and quickly stood up, turning to face the newcomer as I hurriedly pulled my tee shirt back on over my head, and then I stood there feeling oddly uncomfortable and guilty, wondering if I might get in trouble for likely trespassing onto someone's dock. The someone turned out to be an older boy. Fifteen or sixteen maybe, and we just stood there for a moment looking at each other. "I... Uh... Sorry..." I stammered. "Is this your dock? I didn't mean to trespass, it's, well I'm new here and I was just kinda' looking around..." I stooped and picked up my trainers from the dock, holding them somewhat protectively to my chest as I started to walk toward the ramp, intending to leave. "That's ok." The other boy said calmly, as he stepped onto the ramp and walked toward me a little, a bemused smile on his lips. He walked right past me and crouched on the edge of the dock, dipping his fingers into the water and then he glanced back over his shoulder at me. I smiled pensively, still feeling awkward. "Well... I better get going." I said softly. "Sorry..." "You can stay if you like." The other boy said, still glancing over his shoulder at me. He sat back then, and dangled his legs over the edge of the dock as I had been doing, then he nodded his head to the side, inviting me over near him. I stood for a moment, almost shyly, wondering what to do as I watched the other boy. He was a good looking kid, and like I said maybe fifteen or sixteen, a full head taller than me, but he looked friendly enough. I took a few cautiously shy steps in his direction and stood there barefoot on the dock about five feet away from him. "Is this your dock then?" I asked quietly. "Ya... Well, my parents dock anyway." He pointed back toward the house through the trees, and I glanced back at it. "I wasn't sure." I told him. "It's kinda far from that house so I didn't know." "That's alright." The boy said. "We own two big lots side by side, so..." He seemed to look me over for a few seconds, and then smiled again. We fell into silence for a long moment, both of us quietly looking out over the lake. The older boy glanced back at me for a moment, then smiled a friendly little smile. "My name's Daryl by the way." He offered quietly. I smiled back at him. "I'm Nathan." I replied. He nodded at me, and then reached over his head to pull his tee shirt off, and then he lay back propping himself up on his elbows. "Sit down and chill Nathan. You can take your shirt off." He prompted. "Get some sun if you want." I thought about it for a moment, still feeling a bit awkward with an older kid I didn't know. Finally though I sat down Indian style, crossing my legs in front of me, and after a few minutes I even pulled off my tee shirt and set it loosely on top of my trainers. The older boy glanced at me again. "So... You said you're new around here? Where do you live?" "Just a half block or so down the road, in the brown house." I replied, pointing back roughly in the direction I had come. "We're renting a house for the summer; my mom and me." "Oh... So where's your dad." Daryl asked, glancing at me. "Over on the mainland." I said hesitantly, looking down at the dock. "They're uh... Kinda' separated for the moment." Daryl looked over at me again. "Sorry..." He offered quietly. I just shook my head and offered a weak smile. "It's alright. I think they'll get back together pretty soon." Wishful thinking on my part. Daryl nodded and looked back out at the lake. Somewhat discretely, I reached up and wiped away the start of a tear that was forming in the corner of my eye. Guess I hadn't even realized that this 'separation' thing was bothering me that much. I took a deep breath, and slowly looked up again at the older boy, who was gazing out at the lake again. He was still leaned back, propped up on his elbows, and I noticed the muscles on his arms, and then his lean, very fit looking teenage torso. It seemed to me that Daryl was indeed about fifteen. He was a good looking teen, with short light brown hair and friendly facial features. I looked at his smooth upper body again, and guessed he must be a pretty good athlete. He looked firm and strong, and... And... And suddenly I became a bit uncomfortable, aware that for some reason I had the beginnings of an erection firming up below in my khaki shorts, and feeling more than a little embarrassed, I quickly sat forward and crossed my hands in my lap trying to cover any sign of it. "So Nathan, you wanna' swim?" The older boy asked as he sat up. I looked up at him a bit mortified. Shit... Why now? Puberty was such a bitch, I thought. Erections, for no reason, and always at the worst times. "Uh... N... No thanks. Not right now." I stammered. "Besides, these aren't really swim shorts." Daryl glanced over at me, scrutinized my shorts, and then smiled slightly. "Well, you could always swim in your undies..." He replied "I do it all the time." And as if to prove it, the fifteen year old hopped up to his feet, and with no hesitation popped the button of his boardies, and pulled them off. My eyes widened I'm sure, at the easy boldness of the older boy's actions. He was standing there wearing nothing but his underwear and not in the least bit shy about it. He grinned at me, and then sprung off the dock in a nifty dive into the water. "Whooo, that feels great..." He called out, as he popped up to the surface about five yards out in the lake. "Come on in." he offered again. I sat for a moment, wishing my boner would go away; but of course it wouldn't, so I reached over and grabbed my tee shirt, and held it awkwardly in front of me as I stood up; my inflated peg still firmly in place, as if taunting me. Had Daryl been one of my friends back home, I probably would have stayed. There would have been some good natured ribbing about having a hard-on perhaps, and since all boys get them, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. But I had just met this kid, and he was older than me. He might think I was a little weird or something. "Thanks, but... I gotta' head home." I called out to him. "Maybe later though." I reached down and slipped one of my Nike trainers onto my foot, then stepped into the other one and stood up facing him. "It's okay you know." Daryl called from the water. "No need to be shy." "It's, it's not that..." I offered back. "I just need to check in with my Mom. I've been gone awhile, and didn't really tell her where I was going..." "Sure, no worries. Come back whenever you want though. Feel free to hang out, or swim. See ya Nathan..." He smiled and waved in my direction. I smiled timidly back at him, and raised my hand in a brief wave back. "Thanks... See ya." I replied, and then I turned and hurried off the dock and up the worn path toward my bike. I had to wonder if my new acquaintance had any idea what was really going on?! It's been my experience that somehow other boys seem to know when someone pops a boner, and is trying to hide it. Maybe because we all get them, at odd times and for no apparent reason, and we all have to come up with creative ways to be discreet about it. I swung my leg up over my bike, and as I settled onto the seat I reached down to pinch and adjust my now annoying, and rather uncomfortably rigid boy spike. Damn it, it would have been really cool to take a swim today, but my enlarged rudder had prevented me from doing so. Standing up to peddle, I headed quickly back up the lane toward our house, and when I finally pulled up the gravel driveway I noticed my mom there, just getting something out of the car. "Oh there you are honey, I was just wondering about you." She said. "So what have you been up to?" "Nothing..." I answered, as I hopped off my bike and lay it against the front porch railing. "I was just lookin' around is all. There's a lake over there, did you know that?" "I knew there was one somewhere around here." She answered. "Are you hungry, do you want some lunch." "Uh, no not really. I'm good... Kinda' tired though, so I'm gonna go up and relax for awhile." And with that, I went inside and hurried up to my room, closing my door behind me. I kicked off my shoes, and plopped down on the bed to just chill for a few minutes. I started to think about the lake, and how fun it would have been to take a swim. The other kid said I could come back anytime, so that was pretty cool. And then oddly, I started thinking about that older boy. It was funny that he was so casual about stripping down to his underwear right there in front of me, after we had just met. I smiled slightly, that was kinda' cool though, I thought. I tucked my hands up behind my head and closed my eyes for a second. That's when I realized that my dick was on the rise again. "What the hell, not another one..." I breathed to myself. I lay there and tried to ignore it for a few minutes, but it's like pubescent hormones always seem to have the last word, and before I knew it my hand was tucked loosely under the waistband of my shorts and I was absently squeezing my youthful boy prodigy. It was pleasant of course, and getting more so by the moment. I forced myself to hop up off the bed and walk over to secure the bedroom door. And then I dove back atop the bed and reached down to slip my shorts and underwear down off my hips. My boy pole stared up stiffly at me, and I quickly slid my fingers softly over it and began to fondle myself, then began rubbing my palm slowly up and down over it. After a minute or so, I pulled my sleeve of foreskin down, and looked curiously at my shiny purplish knob. It looked like a large ripe cherry with shiny tight skin, and I touched it softly with my finger tip. "Oh man...." I breathed, as it twitched expectantly. Raising my hand up to my mouth, I slathered my finger tips with a wad of spit, and lowered my hand back down to the tip of my boyhood. Rubbing the spit onto my glans, I began to rub it in small circular motions. letting my mind wander and enjoy the sensations that up to now I had been somewhat slow to experiment with... "Mmm..." I sighed slightly. And though I intended to concentrate on the feelings alone, I found that I was starting to think about other things, like Daryl, the new kid I had just met. I pictured his smooth tight skin again, and how interestingly naughty it had felt when he was standing there in just his undies, the round bulge of his package straining against the material. I wondered suddenly why would I think about him while I was doing this? My thoughts became conflicted for a moment, but then I remembered from Health Class, that when a boy started puberty there really were no rules. Anything, and everything could get the old blood, and subsequently ones hand pumping. It didn't necessarily mean anything except that puberty had taken control of the ship... I'd gotten plenty of boners before, when I was hangin' around with my friends. In fact, when I played basketball, and some of the guys had their shirts off, or when one of my buddies and I wrestled around during sleepovers, though I never connected the two. I also thought back to the Ferry crossing this morning, and how I had started to get 'wood' when those two girls were giggling, and kind of flirting with me. I wasn't in the least bit interested in a sexual way with the girls, and I had still gotten hard. So I guess there really was no different here, visualizing another boy, and getting boned up... It's hormones man... Probably nothing sexual; my body is just overly 'into' this shit right now. Having convinced myself of that, I proceeded to let my mind wander, thinking again about the older boy Daryl, and then I thought back to other times when my best friends would spend the night. We'd see each other naked from time to time, changing and stuff, and for some reason, those thoughts seemed to stimulate me even more. My dick seemed to be stiffer than it had ever been, and the feelings down there seemed suddenly more intense. "Mmm.... Uh...." I sighed aloud... This felt kinda different somehow, and instinctively I began to work my dick even faster than before. There was definitely something different going on down there for sure. After awhile, I could feel a kind of numbness creeping in down there, and my thighs twitched weirdly. I was pretty sure I knew what was going on, but since I'd never really gone this far before, I really didn't know for sure... It was so weird, yet in the most wonderful way. My lower areas started to seize a little, and I panicked. I wanted more... Shit, it was pulling at me... But at the same time I felt like I might pee all over myself at any moment. But I wanted more. "Uhhh....." With only the greatest of efforts, fearing the impending and unintended consequences, at the last instant I forced myself to stop rubbing my dick.... "Unnnnnch......." It was too late, and I tried to fight off the contraction feelings, as my stomach seemed to tighten, and I desperately clutched the bedspread alongside of me with both fists, but... But indeed I'd stopped too late. I could feel something urging its way up my boy shaft, and I looked down.... "Uhhh......" I grunted just as my penis forcefully spat a single spurt of clearish liquid onto my belly. "Oh... Ohh shiiii..." My boy parts felt so weird, so friggen delightfully, wonderfully weird... I was panting, as I felt my thighs and stomach begin to loosen. I lowered my head back to the bed for a moment to relax the tension and grab a few breaths of air. Then, lifting up again I stared down at the small splatter of wetness glistening on my tummy. That's certainly not piss... My eyes were wide with excited wonder, and I'm sure a stupid grin was spread across my face. "Holy shit..." I breathed, almost inaudibly, as I continued to look at it. Finally reaching down, I dipped my finger tip curiously into the biggest blotch. It was... Awesome.... It was warm and slightly sticky, and I swirled my finger slowly around in small circles... Finally, and with great curiosity I raised my hand to my nose to give it a faint sniff. It was mild, unique. I wondered what it tasted like, but couldn't bring myself to try it. Not this time anyway, I just couldn't do it. I was already basking in what I knew to have been my first ever ejaculation. "Fuckin' cool..." I breathed. There was a thick drop, still clinging from the pee slit of my dick, and a syrupy looking string hung down lazily from it onto my bare pubic mound. I reached down tentatively and rubbed my thumb over the eyelet, then cringed at the pure sensitivity of it. I shivered then, and quickly released my boy tube, which was already beginning to deflate on its own. "That was so cool..." I reiterated to myself. Things had changed, and from now on this would certainly become an everyday experience. And even now I was thinking about how I had stopped jerking it early, when I thought I was about to piss, not quite sure what was going to happen. Whoa, what if I had kept stroking it till the end, how much wilder might it have gotten? With my shorts still pushed down just above my knees, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and hobbled over to my duffle bag, fished through it to find some fresh undies. I slipped out of the ones I was wearing, and used them to wipe the sticky off of my stomach; then dared to wipe off my dick, fearing it might still be overly sensitive. When I finished, I pulled on the fresh pair, and smiled as I thought about what had just happened. Oh ya, this would definitely happen everyday... I spent the evening with my mom. Helped her cook dinner, and unpack by duffle bag. After watching a little TV, I went back up to my room and messed around with my Ipad for awhile, before stripping out of my clothes and hopping into bed. Though the thought crossed my mind to 'try it' again, my little tool was surprisingly a bit tender, so I settled for holding onto it with my hand as I fell asleep, and dreamed about all sorts of wonderful things. The following morning about nine I awoke feeling pretty well rested. The sun was streaming through the sliding glass door from the balcony, and crawling out of bed I stretched away the nights stiffness, and belted out a choice fart, which made me laugh. Still wearing nothing but my underpants, I slid open the door to the deck and stepped cautiously outside to glance around. Houses were few and far between along this road, so I could see there was no chance of anyone spying on me as I stood out there in my undies. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, so I determined that a little later I would indeed head back down to the dock and get a chance to swim, lay in the summer sun, and maybe hang with my new acquaintance Daryl for awhile. For now though, I went back inside and clamored into some board shorts and headed downstairs. My mom was already working on her laptop in the kitchen. Fortunately her job allowed her to work from home almost all the time, which is why renting this house on the island seemed like a great idea for her. She could still work, and have a change of scenery while separated from my dad. She offered to make breakfast for me, but I opted for a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, which was my favorite, and some cream cheese smeared on a blueberry bagel. I ate quickly and told my mom I was gonna go ride around on my bike. Once outside I jumped on the bike and headed off down the lane to look around the area a little more. Rounding a curve at the end of the road I noticed another kid about my own age, he was also riding his bicycle and coming up the other direction. We were kind of eyeing each other as we peddled closer to one another. "Hey..." I said, nodding to the other boy as he drew near. "Hey." he returned the greeting, and looked curiously at me as we passed each other in the road. I glanced back after a dozen feet or so and noticed that the other kid had turned his bike around and was now peddling back in my direction. When he caught up to me he slowed and rode casually alongside me. With a trusting smile, he asked my name. "Nathan." I responded to his question. "Hey... I'm Scott." He returned in a friendly manner. "I haven't seen you here before." He said casually. "You here for the summer, or did you move here?" "The summer, I guess. We rented a house back up the road for a couple of months. What about you?" "For the summer too. We have a house over here, and come over a bunch of times during the year. And then we spend most of the summer here." "That's cool." I nodded. The kid was definitely about twelve, my own age. He had messy blond hair, a little longer than mine, and he was about the same height as me, as far as I could tell since he was sitting on his bike. He was good looking, almost girlishly cute. "So where you going?" He asked in his soft boyish voice. "I dunno'. I was just riding around, checking out the area." I told him. "Want to ride up to the island store with me?" he asked, a hopeful expression on his face. I got the sense he was looking for something to do, and so was I, so I nodded happily in agreement. We talked quite a bit as we rode the mile up to the store. It turned out he only lived a few miles away from me back on the mainland. He liked to skateboard, and swim and pretty much liked the same music groups as I did, so we seemed to hit it off pretty well. I was feeling pretty lucky that I had already made another friend on the island, and it seemed he was happy to have found another kid his own age. There were quite a few younger kids as it turned out, and a handful of teenagers who lived nearby, but not too many others our age. Luck of the draw I suppose. At the store we laid our bikes over on the walkway near the door and went on in. Scott had been in here a hundred times, so he knew right where things were; we grabbed a couple of soda's, and spent more than a few minutes perusing the candy section, pointing out all the stuff we each liked. We finally settled on a few things and went over to the cash register to pay. Scott nudged me, and pointed to a rack of magazines standing somewhat discreetly behind the counter. "I'll take one of those as well..." He said jokingly to the older teenager who was working as cashier. "Ya right..." The teen smirked back at him. "Better wait a few years till you know what to do with that little Lolly Pop of yours..." We both broke up laughing, and the teenage clerk chuckled as well. Scott glanced over at me and whispered, "Like I don't know what to do with it..." He grinned, and then pumped his fist to simulate jerking off... We both laughed again, though I have to admit I might have been touch embarrassed. Finally, with all our treats bagged up, we headed outside and got back on our bikes, each of us gnawing on a big hunk of beef jerky as we rode along. We got about halfway back, and Scott suddenly asked if I wanted to go down to the water. Guess I assumed he meant the lake, but just as suddenly we turned off down a long gravel road and wound down till we came to a small parking area with a boat launch. This wasn't the lake, it was the shoreline surrounding the island. My eyes widened with surprise as I looked both ways up and down the long stretch of beach. It wasn't so much a sand beach like you'd see in California. There was some sand, like coarse sandy pebbles, and marble sized rocks. There were some cool looking boulder formations, a few downed trees, and driftwood scattered here and there. "Whoa... I didn't know the Sound was this close." I said honestly. "Shit ya." Scott grinned. "I come down here all the time. Its fun to screw around and build campfires and stuff. There's a bunch of cool spots up the beach to mess around." He looked over at me and smiled, as if he'd just shared his own private beach secret with me. "So cool..." I grinned at him. We hoisted our bikes off into the bushes, and hopped over the small man made seawall onto the beach. We ran up the shore a ways, pausing occasionally to chuck rocks out into the water, or grab up bat sized driftwood sticks to belt small rocks out as far as we could. The sun was out, and shining warmly down on us, and it wasn't long before we had both shed our tee shirts. Scott was already tanned like I was, and he was a bit slimmer than me, quite boylike. We tucked our tee's into the waistbands of our shorts and continued our trek up the curving shoreline. "I gotta' pee." I mentioned, and I took a dozen steps up toward the low claylike cliffs, lined with trees and started to take a squirt... Scott walked boldly up about six feet away, and quickly unzipped, pulling himself out to take a piss as well. I noticed him looking over at me, kind of checking me out, so of course I glanced down to see what he had as well. It's kind of an unwritten boy code for guys to do such a thing. He was circumcised, and his dick looked to be almost the same size as mine. A slender pole about three inches long. We looked up and grinned at each other, and then I pointed mine up at a higher angle, spraying my piss in a high arc like a fire hose. Scott laughed, and started wiggling his around, spraying wildly in different directions. As our piss streams began to piddle out, we grinned at each other, and watched the final few spurts as our bladders finished draining. Yep, we had just shared that first physical bond, the first threshold of trust between boys. Once you've peed with someone, anything is possible. "You're not circumcised..." Scott noted out loud. "That's kinda cool." I grinned back at him as we tucked ourselves away, zipped up, and continued off down the shore. Scott pointed out all sorts of cool stuff, and soon we were climbing the cliffs, holding onto exposed tree roots to do so. It was a hoot, and we messed around down there for several hours. At one point we even pulled off our shoes and waded out knee-deep into the water, because it was really getting rather hot under the mid July sun, and we needed a quick cool down. The water was pretty chilly though, and even though it felt kinda good, it was salt water, so we weren't about to swim in it, at least not today. After awhile we headed back down the shore, back toward the boat launch, and we were sweating again by the time we got there. Pulling our bikes from the bushes, we rode, and walked them slowly up the long hill. At the top I mentioned the dock on the lake right near my place. Scott already knew about it, and even about the older boy Daryl who lived there. He told me that he swam there from time to time, and he thought Daryl was kinda cool. Then he confided in me that the older boy had actually given him several of those same 'skin magazines' that we had joked about at the store. When we got back by the lake, we decided to go down to the dock, and we pulled our bikes off the road onto the same worn path that I had gone down the previous day. We ditched our bikes and walked down to the water, and out onto the weathered dock. Scott pulled off his shoes again, and I did the same, as we sat and dangled our legs into the cool water of the lake. "Wanna' swim?" Scott asked suddenly. "Ya... I'll prob'ly have to go home quick and change into something I can swim in first, but ya lets do it." Scott looked at me for a second. "Or.... We could swim in our skivvies." he suggested. "It's no big deal. Same as a swimsuit really." I though about it for all of a second then shrugged, and smiled over at him, feeling a bit adventurous. "I will if you will..." We both got up then, and with little hesitation we stripped off our shorts leaving us standing there wearing only our undies. Mine were low rise white briefs, with thin blue pinstripes running horizontally across them. Scott was wearing about the same, light gray briefs with a thin black waistband. Both our eyes wandered down for that almost obligatory brief peek that boys do, and then at the same time we both dove off into the cool waters. It was great. The water felt fantastic, and within minutes Scott and I were horsing around in the water like old friends; dunking and splashing each other. We climbed back onto the dock repeatedly and battled to knock each other back into the water. Our wet underwear clung tightly to us, and it's a good thing we were so occupied or I likely would have started to bone up as we wrestled skin to skin and pushed each other off the dock. Climbing out of the water again, on the small two rung ladder, Scott was slightly above me and I put my hand on his butt pushing him along, to hurry him up onto the dock. The thin wet undies offered little barrier, and I have to admit it felt kinda good pushing against his nearly bare bum like that. We battled again on the dock before both of us tumbled over the side into the water together. This time I was ahead of him as we climbed up the ladder, and it was Scott who pushed his hand onto my ass, though it was more on one cheek, and his fingers pushed my thin briefs up my butt crack. "Oh you perv..." I laughed, as I gained the dock. And I reached back to push him back in just as he was reaching the deck. Laughing happily I jumped 'cannon ball' style practically on top of him, sinking us both down in a wash of water. We played around like that for a least forty five minutes, until nearly exhausted we struggled to climb up one last time, and pretty much collapsed on the dock. We both lay on our backs to catch a rest, and let the afternoon sun reenergize us. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and rolled my head to look over at my new friend. His eyes were closed as he laid there with his scruffy blond hair plastered to his head, and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander slowly over his sleek wet body. His tan skin glistened with water that rolled slowly down his sides, and his flat belly had a bit of water pooled in his innie of a belly button. Then of course my eyes lowered even further. His rounded package was wrapped snugly in the form fitting wetness of his cotton briefs. The fabric molded around his youthful bulge, and around the gentle curves of his nice sized and rounded testicles. I had to swallow, as I felt a rush of excitement start to tingle inside of me. My eyes wandered down the smooth boyish muscles of his legs, on down to his small shapely feet. I closed my eyes, and swallowed hard again as I realized I was definitely getting a sexual rush out of looking at him. It was all I could do not to spring a bone. What I didn't know was, shortly after my eyes had closed, Scott had done the exact same thing to me. Scoping out my near nakedness, and giving more than a long thorough look at my thinly covered boy bits. Had I looked down at myself, I would have seen pretty much everything he did. My white briefs were quite thin, and when they were wet like that, you could actually see my flesh pressed and formed against the thin fabric. There was little left to the imagination as to the shape and size of my rubbery boy peg. I didn't know that Scott could easily make out the ridge of my glans, and the size and shape of my boyish nuts. Little did I know he had been looking at me with the same excited thoughts I had just had. And when he rolled over onto his stomach, he did so because he was starting to get his own erection, and quickly needed to hide it. We rested there for nearly half an hour, the sun had mostly dried us, and when we got up, I noticed my clingy damp undies were still sticking to my body, so I briefly pulled them out in front to separate them from my skin. I glanced furtively at Scott, and saw him look away just then, as he gave himself a meaningful squeeze. I got up then, and pulled my shorts on over my damp undies, then ran my fingers through my now dry but matted hair. Scott finished dressing as well, and we walked casually back up the leafy path toward our bikes. "That was fun today Nate. Thanks for hangin out with me." Scott commented. "I know, today was pretty cool. Thanks for showing me the beach and stuff. So... You wanna' hang out tomorrow maybe, or..." "Ya dude, that'd be awesome. There's a bunch of trails we can ride or hike on. And there's a rope swing that drops into the lake and stuff." Scott paused for a second, Ya there's... There's all kinds of stuff we can do together." He looked at me with a curious smile on his face, and I just grinned at him as we hopped on our bikes, and pulled out onto the road. With a slight wave, he turned off to the left and me to the right. "See ya tomorrow then..." Scott called back to me. I quickly peddled the half block up the road to our rental house and pulled my bike up onto the porch. "Mom, I'm back..." I called out as I went in side. "I'm in the kitchen honey." Came her reply. "You've been gone a long time Nathan, what've you been up to?" She questioned when I stepped into the kitchen. "Not much. I met a kid my age down the block, and we hung out all day. He took me down to the shoreline. I didn't know it was just right there. It was so cool, and we climbed around and went swimming, and up to the store and..." I rattled it all off quickly in my excitement. "Well, I'm glad you found someone to play with dear. Just check in and let me know where you are off to ok?" "Mom...." I whined back at her. "It's an island for crying out loud, how far can I go?" "Just the same young man, I'd like to have some idea of where you are." She scolded. "Fine..." I yielded, grabbing a can of Cherry Pepsi from the fridge. "Goin' upstairs now..." I said with just a hint of sarcasm in my voice. What's the matter with adults anyway? They always think they have to monitor us, to control everything. It's not like we kids are stupid or anything. Ok, we do some dumb things sometimes, but that's from inexperience, not because we're stupid. I hurried upstairs to my room and hopped onto the bed after I had shucked my shoes and tee shirt. Slipping my Beats headphones over my ears, I shuffled through my Ipod to find one of my favorite playlists. With my music playing, I started thinking about how much fun I had had today, and just what we might do tomorrow. Scott had said, 'there's all kinds of things we can do together', and I wondered just what other stuff he had in mind. I liked Scott. He was kinda', well cute. Whoa, that was interesting. I just thought of another boy as cute. Don't recall doing that before, exactly... I listened to my music for awhile, but odd thoughts about my new friend kept creeping into my mind, and it didn't take long before those thoughts translated into some gentle 'movement down below'. Ya, I was feeling oddly horny, and my boy bits started to throb suggestively. "Play with us," they seemed to call out to me. I really wasn't aware of it, but I had already lowered my hand over my crotch, and was gently rubbing my stiffening boy stick through my shorts. It didn't take long before I was fully aroused, and thinking about my last jerk off session, and my first ever cum. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to go at it again, and try to release some of the sexual tension that was building inside of me due to the unusual thoughts I was now having about my new friend. Hopping off the bed I crossed the room and slipped quickly across the hall toward the toilet. After locking myself inside, I stripped off my shorts and underwear, giggling quietly as my tumescent peter pointed urgently up at me. I stood naked in front of the toilet with my eyes closed, my head tilted back slightly. With detailed visions of Scott, clad in his wet clinging briefs, and recalling the feel of his spongy butt cheek when I had pushed him up the ladder, I began to stroke my stiff, nearly four inch boy tube. With my thumb on top, and my first three fingers below I started a steady rhythm of pleasure. After several minutes, I peeled back my foreskin, and spit on my finger tips, then rubbed the gooey wetness over the head of my dick, paying special attention to the underside where head met shaft, and the pee slit. Fuck that felt so good, as I stroked it with one hand, and rubbed my wet knob with the other. "Uhh..." I sighed as a feeling jolted deep within me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and scrunched up my facial features as those excited feelings became increasingly more and more intense. My hips made small instinctive movements, and for the first time I became aware of an erotic tingle just inside the ring of my young anus. I clenched my butt cheeks, squeezing my little pink grommet tightly shut, "Uhh.. Uh, oh ya," that felt unusually good. I had read about boy's fiddling with their bungholes when they jerked off, even sticking fingers and other stuff up there. I wasn't quite ready for that yet, but now I was beginning to think that it might actually feel really good. Next time maybe. I squeezed my anus tightly again, and shivered with delight. After several minutes, my breath was coming heavy, and low uncontested moans emanated deep in my throat. The feelings had mounted to a steady deep tingle, and I hurried my stroke to encourage it. My thighs started to twitch and tighten as they filled with the euphoric rush of endorphins which charged through every fiber of muscle. Faster, harder... My fingers danced over my writhing boyhood. "Ohh... Uhhh...Uh...." And then I spilled. I felt the amazing rush as ejaculate suddenly streamed up my urethra and the clear boy honey spurted from my stiff wooden spike. It spattered thickly against the back of the upraised toilet seat. Another immediate pulse, a little less this time, but enough to goop onto the rim of the bowl; and then another, as a few glistening drops dribbled forcefully onto my fingers. There was a pause, and then suddenly there was a quick little spritz of urine that I wasn't expecting, which left long stringy strands of semen dangling down from my pee slit into the toilet. I had to reach out and steady myself on the counter to the left of me, since my legs seemed to have gone numb and useless. "Oh man...." I sighed deeply as I finally slumped to my knees on the front of the toilet. Still breathing hard, I looked down at the reddened slit of my pee hole. My knob was wet with clear goo, as were my fingers, still holding onto my young boylike peg. After a few tender moments, I squeezed my shaft from the bottom up with my fingers, milking out another few drops, which clung wetly to my dickhead. Feeling euphorically dazed, I lifted my hand toward my face to once again examine the sticky residue up close, rubbing it gently between fingers and thumb. "Awesome...." I breathed. This time curiosity and the wonderment of boyhood got the best of me, and I tentatively touched the tip of my tongue into it. The result was not what I had expected. Not gross, not even weird really. It actually had an oddly salty sweetness to it. I took a slightly bigger lick at it and then shrugged indecisively. The jury was still out as to whether I actually liked it or not, but I certainly wasn't turned off by it... Then I wondered if everyone's had the same taste. Since I was about to climb into the shower, I smeared the rest of it onto my flat stomach, taking note of it's texture, and then wadded up some toilet paper to wipe my remnants off of the back of the toilet seat and rim. Starting the shower, I hopped in to wash away the days grime, and my own newly launched boy juice. As I stood there washing myself, I started thinking about Scott again. I wondered if he... Well of course he jacked off. I figured he wasn't just teasing when he had talked about those girly magazines. But I was kind of new to this stuff, and hadn't ever really done anything with anyone, other than play 'show me' a time or two with a few of my friends back on the mainland. I'd read a lot of interesting stuff on the internet though, about boys, and things that they did. Even though I wasn't sure I believed all of it. And since I was already trying new stuff on my own, who knows what might happen next. But for the first time, I was more than curious about finding out. I washed myself carefully, deliberately now, paying more attention to the softness of my skin than I ever had before. I cupped my young testicles in soapy fingers, and explored their shape, and the looseness of my soft young boy pouch. Standing with my back beneath the warm stream of water, I peeled back the thin cloak of my foreskin, stooping to examine the delicate web of small bluish veins, and the now red looking pee slit, and ridge of my glans. I shivered involuntarily as I rubbed my soapy fingertips over them. This was awesome exploration, and I squeezed my penis a few times between finger and thumb, and marveled at how I could feel it starting to fill out again, and thicken there right before my eyes. With some trepidation, I soaped up my hands and reached around to cradle my own rounded butt cheeks, squeezing their firmness as I pulled them gently apart. My fingers delved slowly into the soft warmth of my crease, rubbing gently over that most sensitive and secret of boy openings. It had always seemed gross somehow to me in the past, touching your own butt hole... But now curiosity had superseded that notion. Tentatively I rubbed over it a time or two, noticing how it seemed to clench as I skirted over it's rim. I shivered once again, and this time actually wiggled my fingertip over the warm pink ring, gently prodding it a bit. "Whoa..." I breathed. The feeling had been strangely pleasant. I pulled my hand around quickly to look at my fingertip, almost expecting to see some nasty residue on it, like when your finger accidently slipped while wiping yourself. Nothing of the sort, my fingertip was clean and pink. I even sniffed at it expectantly. Nothing. Reaching back again, I rubbed my little pink wrinkle more emphatically, pushing gently against it, wondering if it would resist entry. Determined now, I pushed upward. I could actually feel the warm ring expand over my fingertip, almost like lips wrapping wetly around it. Couldn't help but shiver with delight at this warm personal invasion. Beyond curious now, I slipped my finger in further, past the first knuckle. Weird. Wonderfully weird. I managed to wiggle my fingertip a little, and I shuddered at the erotic spasm as my bunghole tightened around the intruding digit. "Uhhh...." I sighed slightly, then slowly withdrew my finger. I was just about to do it again, when I heard my mom calling up to me from downstairs. Something about dinner nearly being ready. "Damn..." I stood up, actually feeling more than a bit disappointed; and with some curiosity I examined my finger once again. Puberty was turning out to be alright after all... To Be Continued..........