Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 10:54:38 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer of Discoveries / Chapter 3 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 Three) * Recap Of Chapter 2 *When the sun had dried us, we stood up and casually pulled our clothes back on, still sneaking knowing glances at one another as we dressed. We grabbed up our bikes and made our way back up the deer path, then up the main trail toward the road. As we peddled back, I noticed Scott kept glancing over at me. It felt like he kind of wanted to tell me something, but, maybe he was a little embarrassed to do so. Finally when we got near my driveway, he spoke up. "So.... You wanna' maybe spend the night at my house?" He asked, almost timidly. I turned and smiled at him. "Sure. I mean, I've gotta' ask my mom and all, but, she should be fine with it I think." I responded with a smile. Scott smiled warmly back at me. "Cool..." He mumbled, more to himself than to me. Spending the night with someone over the summer when you're a kid is always an adventure. It can be full of mischief, full of fun... And full of summer discoveries... At least, that's what I was hoping for. * * * * * * Chapter Three Dropping our bikes in the yard, Scott and I ran inside and found my mom, working on her laptop in the kitchen. She looked up from her work and smiled at us as we clamored into the room. "Hi Honey..." She smiled, looking us over. "Did you guys find something fun to do?" She inquired. Scott and I glanced at each other with knowing smiles. "Yup." I replied. "Played some soccer with some other kids, and then we went swimming in the lake." My mom nodded, apparently happy that I'd had fun. "Well, there's some snacks and drinks in the fridge if you two are hungry." She offered, then looked back down at her computer screen for a moment. Then she glanced back up thoughtfully. "You didn't have any towels, or a swimsuit when you left... How did that work?" She asked with mild curiosity. "Uh... The sun dried us afterward." I told her. "And I had my sport shorts on underneath..." I lied, pointing down at my board shorts. My mom just shrugged casually and went back about her work on the computer. I don't really like to lie to my mom, but, I didn't want to face the raised eyebrow either, if I told her we'd been swimming naked in front of God and the universe. Scott gave me a funny little smile, and elbowed me in the ribs as we rummaged in the fridge for a snack. "Oh..." I added, as I turned and stuck a strawberry in my mouth. "Can I spend the night at Scott's house tonight?" My mom looked up again, and then glanced at Scott for a moment. "That would be fine I suppose... Of course Scott, you asked your mom already, or.... Are you two just winging it and hoping for the best?!" "Na, she's cool with it." Scott said. "I mean I haven't asked her yet, but, it's never been a problem." He smiled mischievously at my mom, which made her laugh. "Boys!" she said, slowly shaking her head. "If she's ok with it, then so am I." "Yes..." Both Scott and I exclaimed at the same time. Which made my mom laugh again. I know she just wanted me to be happy, and I'm sure she was still feeling a little guilty about having just separated from my dad, and dragging me over here to the island for the summer. Scott and I munched on some of the cut up fruit and veggies that my mom had prepared, and then just as we turned to go upstairs to my room my mom said; "Be sure to take a change of clothes... Unless you already have some of those on underneath your shorts as well..." Ya..... I looked at her and smiled wryly. Ya, she had probably guessed that we been skinny dipping, and to my surprise she didn't say anything more about it. Mom's are funny that way sometimes, when they catch you at something. I guess the 'boys will be boys' rule came into effect here. Scott and I banged up the stairs to my room, and I grabbed a small daypack that I had brought with me. I rummaged around a bit, and then stuffed a change of clothes inside the pack, and looked at Scott. "Do I need anything else? Like a swim suit or anything?" "Why?" Scott replied, with a silly look. He hooked his thumb into the waist band of his boardies and pulled them down a couple inches in back, exposing some bare skin. "We already have our swim suits on underneath..." He laughed. I shouldered my day pack and glanced quickly around the room. "Oh, should I bring this?" I asked, lifting up my Ipad from the nightstand by the bed. "Sure... Ya bring it." Scott nodded enthusiastically. "We've got wifi, and I can show you some, uh, some cool sites on the web..." His eyebrows flicked up and down a couple of times, with an impish grin on his face. I smiled back, and slid the Ipad down into the pack. We tramped back downstairs and I told my mom we were leaving. She asked Scott for his phone number, 'just in case', she said. "You two behave..." She added as we were leaving. Why? Why do parents always say things like that? Ok, that was a rhetorical question. Boys our age rarely behave, obviously... So I'm sure it's written someplace in the 'Parents Handbook' that it's mandatory to say stuff like that, and of course, to embarrass your kid in front of their friends. If there ever was such a handbook, I'd toss it in the fire and burn it.... We picked up our bikes from the yard, and jumping on them we headed down the block towards Scott's house. It only took a few minutes, and once we got there, we pulled our bikes up into the open garage. It was a nice country place, which they had owned for many years. It served as their 'getaway' home. They lived on the mainland, like I said before, not really that far from where I lived. They would spend most of the summer here, and quite a few weekends as well during the rest of the year. It was Scott, his younger sister who was only eight, his mom and dad. But his dad bounced back and forth between the mainland three times a week for his job. Scott introduced me to his mom and sister, his dad was off island at the moment. Then we asked if I could spend the night. His mom was quite cool with it, I could tell this happened a lot. Casual last second invites and such. It was the 'summer getaway' house after all. We hustled up to Scotts room. It was up stairs, and down at the far end of the hall. He didn't have his own bathroom like I had in our rented house, but it did have a small balcony that opened to the outside and roughly faced the western afternoon sun. It was pretty cool, and furnished with all the typical stuff a boy's bedroom should have, including several movie type posters tacked haphazardly up on the walls. I tossed my daypack onto a papasan chair that he had in one corner, and peeking outside, Scott quickly closed his bedroom door securing it for privacy. "Gotta' show you something." He said in low tones, just above a whisper. I was already intrigued by the 'secret' sounding tone of it. His full size bed had a nice wooden headboard, with shelves and reading lights built right into it. Pulling his pillows aside, Scott showed me a hidden panel, that I wouldn't have noticed had he not pointed it out. "You can't tell anyone about this." Scott breathed urgently, which caused me to nod my head conspiratorially. I grinned at him, happy to be part of anything secret. He opened the panel to reveal a nice sized cubby hole behind it. He reached in and pulled out a shoe box. "Remember I told you that Daryl (the older boy from chapter one) had given me some of his old magazines and stuff!" He grinned. I nodded brightly with a sly smile, remembering. Scott reached in and withdrew the top magazine. Was there any doubt? It was of course a naughty skin magazine. Scott and I looked at each other, with impish grins, our heads tucked in close, and that intense bond of sharing a dirty little secret. Sitting so closely together on his bed that our legs touched as they dangling over the side, Scott thumbed open the first magazine. I could feel that excited little tingle deep inside of me. That same rush, either because of the naked pictures, or, quite simply the excitement of doing something naughty and trying to get away with it. Either way I sat wide eyed, looking at the exposed flesh of... Not women, but teen girls. They were all young. Not that much older that we were in fact. I looked over at Scott, and he glanced back at me with a glint in his eyes... Even though, at this point of my life I really wasn't necessarily into girls, at least in a sexual way, puberty was still prodding me with an exploratory finger. That finger, at the moment, took on the shape of my adolescent penis... I could feel it swelling briskly there under my shorts. My mouth felt a bit dry, and unknowingly I reached down to squeeze my firming boy tube, moving it to allow for more comfortable growth. I could see the magazine move a little, and I realized Scott was reaching under it, making the same adjustments that I was. We looked at each other again and chuckled, bonded in that secret moment. Scott flipped to other pages. I swallowed hard as my eyes scanned the peach fuzzed vulvas of the young girls pictured there. They were mostly posed in, shall we say, a provocative manner. With each turn of the page, Scott would glance at me to see my reaction to the pictures that seemed to be getting more and more graphic by the page. We were both entranced, hypnotized by bare flesh, and exposed genitals. The next page showed a girl, thirteen or fourteen at the most, lying on her back, her legs pulled up and her knees spread way out on either side of her head. Her arms were reached inside her legs, elbows resting on the underside of her thighs, and her girl parts were being spread wide with her fingers... "Shiiiittt....." I breathed out loud, as I glanced from the picture to Scott. Both of us had to reach under the magazine, and push our tumescent boy tubes into more tolerable positions. I was feeling a bit randy by that point, and wished I could practice some of my recently learned masturbatory techniques.... I wondered if Scott was thinking the same thing, when I looked over at him. He had a curious look on his face. "Sooo......" He said hesitantly, "Do you ev...." But a knock at his bedroom door stopped him mid sentence... "Scott...." Came the insistent whiney voice of his little sister. "Go away..." Scott half shouted, a bit startled by the surprise intrusion. "Scott, mom wants you to come down to help get ready for dinner..." She persisted. Scott looked over at me, and mouthed the word 'shit' to me. He had closed the magazine and by now had stuffed it back into the shoe box. He glanced at the obvious bulge in my board shorts, which I quickly covered with my hand, a little embarrassed. "No doubt...." He whispered with a grin, as he looked down to his own lap. A nice lump was formed there as well. We both giggled in quiet acknowledgement, and Scott put the box back into the secret cubby of his head board. "There's better magazines than that in there..." He said somewhat cryptically, and he briefly touched my thigh. I smiled at him and we both hopped up off the bed. I had to squeeze my dick with some force, trying to make it deflate. Scott grinned, and did the same thing, and then said, "Damn, that's a waste of good wood..." We made sure no one could see our slowly deflating bulges, and then Scott opened the door. His little sister was leaning against the door jamb with a bored look on her face. "It's about time..." She mumbled, and then turned purposefully and walked down the hallway ahead of us. Scott and I followed her downstairs to find his mom cutting up some carrots in the kitchen. She glanced over at us with a slight smile. "So Nathan, do you like pot roast?" She asked, looking at me. "Yes, I love it..." I nodded at her. "Well that's good to hear dear, since that's what I decided to make. Scott, you boys can set the table please, and finish making the salad." Scott rolled his eyes at me, and we set about helping out with dinner. I didn't mind since I was a guest, and I always had to help at home anyway, so it was no big deal. About twenty minutes later we all sat at the kitchen table, and dished up some wonderful smelling pot roast. It was just the four of us. Scotts dad was staying over on the mainland tonight, so he could finish up his work. We chatted throughout the meal. Scotts mom seemed really nice, and kept insisting that I have more food. I was stuffed by the time we finished, and then Scott and I helped with the dishes and stuff when dinner was done. We hung around downstairs for awhile, not wanting it to look like we were up to something, and then after a short period, we decided to head upstairs. We both had the same thing on our minds. And I was anxious to check out the magazines some more. I was also more than a little curious about what Scott meant when he had said, 'there's better magazines than that in there.' Scott's mom called up after us, telling him that we both needed to clean up, since we had been swimming in the lake and playing soccer earlier in the day. That meant taking a shower sometime before we went to bed. We decided to get it over with now, and Scott left his room to grab us a couple of towels from a linen closet in the hall. He came back into the bedroom and tossed one of the towels at me as I sat on his bed. "So, you gonna' go first?" I asked, intending to wait there in his room for him. "Come on..." Scott said, grabbing some sport shorts from his dresser drawer. "Grab some shorts and follow me." He started for the door, and not being sure what was going on, I fished a pair of shorts out of my back pack and followed him down the hall. We turned into the large upstairs bathroom, and Scott closed the door behind us. Tossing his towel on the counter he started to pull his shirt off, and I just looked at him curiously. "You sure this is okay?" I asked. "I mean, what will your mom think if we're both in here at the same time. "She doesn't care." Scott said easily. "We're friends. What's the difference between here or the locker room at school, or the county pool? And it's not like you're a girl or anything." I looked over dubiously at him as he leaned in to turn the shower on. "And I know you're not shy." He winked, "I mean we skinny dipped for over an hour and a half today, remember." Then he peeled off his shorts and underwear and stepped in. He was right of course. It's just the way other people think about it. I mean, it seems to be fine when you're like seven or eight. Younger kids play outside naked all the time. Young boys can hold hands, or snuggle up in a chair while watching tv and stuff like that. It's no big deal. At that age there is no pretentiousness. Friendships are simple, honest, and open. There's no sexual tension, perceived or otherwise. But, when you reach the ripe old age of twelve... Well, by societies standards, things change. Boys can get really cruel if you show any open fondness, or physicality with someone of your same gender; whether there's anything to it or not. You get labeled, called names, picked on and bullied by other boys who just can't show their emotions, or whose dad's raised them to be macho and shit like that. It's stupid really... Who cares. I shrugged, stood up and pulled my tee shirt off over my head, glancing at my flat stomach in the bathroom mirror. I unbuttoned my board shorts and let them drop to the floor, then shimmied out of my undies and stood naked, glancing at myself in the mirror again, and running my hand softly over my chest and abs. Leaning in close to the mirror, I raised my arm over my head and searched for any sign of little hairs on my armpits. Nothin... I was checking the other one, when Scott stepped out of the shower at the back of the stall. He watched me a second, then laughed as he stepped up along side me. "Find any?" He asked. I was a little embarrassed, but Scott wasn't making fun of me. He grabbed my arm, holding it up. "Let me take a look..." He said. He leaned in close and examined my naked armpit, running his index finger softly over the smooth hairless skin. "Nope, not yet. Check mine." He told me, raising his own arm above his head. I smiled at him and examined his wet armpits for any signs of hair. "Nope..." I said, as I smoothed my finger over his wet pits. "Bare as the day you were born." "What about down there?" he queried, pointing down to my creamy white pubic mound. I shrugged shyly, and Scott boldly bent over to check out my boy mound. He looked up at me, as if asking permission, and then reached out his finger and rubbed the baby soft skin above my penis. "You got about a dozen little soft ones sprouting here." He said almost proudly. I could feel him tremble slightly as he did it, and it made me shiver with delight as well, as his wet fingertip softly stroked my naked future bush area. Fuck it felt so wonderful having him do that... Still stooped over, but without touching it, Scott looked at my uncircumcised boy tube. My foreskin was bunched in a semi loose flap of skin hanging just over the tip of my glans. "So cool..." Scott breathed, his face so close I could feel his breath on my junk. I could see that Scott's dick was starting to swell a little with excitement. It was sticking strait out from his body, and as if in response, mine started to bump upward as well. Suddenly a little shy, I turned and stepped into the shower. "Umm, my turn I guess..." I mumbled. I took several minutes, shampooing my hair, and washing fairly quickly. When I shut the water off, I slid the shower curtain open. Scott was standing there at the counter brushing his teeth. He was still totally naked, and I smiled slightly as I watched his three inch tube jiggle around while he brushed. He glanced over at me and smiled, then tossed my towel to me. I began to dry myself off, with Scott more or less watching me in the mirror. When I started to towel off my boy bits, I peeled my foreskin back to dry the head. I heard Scott nearly choke on his toothpaste... "Cool..." He spit, turning to look at it. "It's like, almost purple under there." He noted. I just shrugged. "Ya... When you still have your skin, it kinda doesn't dry out like when you're cut. So it stays more... Fresh I guess." With Scott watching intently, I teased him by pulling the skin back all the way, then slipped it forward a couple of times. You know, just to mess with him a little. "Awesome..." He whispered, and with each of us starting to 'firm up' again, we both pulled on our loose, unlined sport shorts. Hanging up our wet towels, we opened the door and made our way back to Scott's bedroom, where he closed the door behind us making sure it was locked, and we kind of started to settle in for the evening. Wearing nothing more than his sport shorts, Scott hopped up onto the near side of his bed, and sat with his back against the headboard with his legs out strait, crossed at the ankles. "So.... You wanna' get on the internet with you Ipad?" He asked. "No..." I said half laughing. "You know what I want to look at." Scott grinned at me. "Ya." He chuckled and he moved away from his headboard so we could open the hidden panel. He reached in and pulled out the box of magazines again. I had crawled up along side of him, and noticed some other stuff still in the cubby hole, wondering what that might be. We shifted around, propped the big pillows against the headboard and we sat side by side as we leaned against it. Already, and probably not aware of it, Scott moved his hand to his crotch giving it a slight tweak. As he dug a magazine out of the box, I couldn't help but look at his tanned boylike torso. Like me, he didn't have an ounce of fat on him, and his smooth skin and hairless legs made me smile. It was my turn now, to reach down without realizing it, and give my own boy bits a gentle squeeze or two through my shorts. Scott set the shoebox off to the side, and he thumbed open the magazine we had been looking at earlier. He flipped to the same page we had ended on, and already my little boy tube was eagerly starting to swell. I looked over at Scott, just as he glanced at me. We both smiled knowingly, and I nudged his bare shoulder with mine. He nudged back, some kind of silent boy code acknowledging our mutual feelings I guess. Sitting closely together, we spread the magazine over both our thighs and started looking at the just barely pubescent young tweens. His right hand, and my left, had soon drifted underneath the magazine again to our own groins, where we 'covertly' began to finger our plumped boy bits. Not sure why we were trying to do it on the sly. There was no doubt about what either of us was doing, or wanted to do. We flipped through the pages, stopping at some of the nicer pics, to linger there for several extra long seconds. The magazine continued to move slightly, as we discreetly kneaded our young stiffs underneath it. We shared frequent glances and sly smiles at one another, and at one point Scott's bare foot kind of rolled to the side a little, touching mine. It was like an electric shock of pleasure when it did. I could feel a little excited twitch from my boy tube as the warmth of his bare foot and toes stayed in heated contact with mine. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, almost blissfully enjoying that little contact. It seemed to make everything a little more sensual. We finished the first magazine, and as Scott closed it, I could feel that a little wet spot had formed on the front of my sport shorts, where my finger continued to gently fondle the firm lump that formed underneath. Scott set the first magazine off to the side, and after glancing at me for a moment, as if deciding on something, he reached under the stack of others and pulled one from near the bottom. I noticed with a little twinge of excitement, that he had a little dark spot on the front of his blue Nike sport shorts as well. Scott lay the new magazine across our thighs again. "So... You ever... You know, like jerk off or anything?" He asked rather tentatively. I looked up quickly at him. Of course I did, but, this was one of those things you just don't blurt out. It's scary being the first one to commit to something like that. But since I was more or less still fingering my dick through my shorts, I just gave him a half smile. "Duh...." I responded. We both laughed. "Ya, me too..." Scott volunteered, quite relieved. He began to open the new magazine. Curiosity got the best of me, and it was my turn to ask something, "So... Do you like, squirt anything when you do?" Scott glanced down at the little wet spot on the front of my shorts and smiled, then looked at the damp circle on his. "Ya, Just started to about a month ago." He confided. "Cool... Me too..." I grinned. Of course we were both wanting to ask the other if he wanted to do it together right now, but... You know, you're still a little shy that first time. I don't know about Scott, but I'd never done it in front of, or with someone else before. We both sat in awkward silence for a long moment. Nervously wishing the other one would just go ahead and suggest what we were both thinking. Scott slowly flipped to the next page of the magazine, the first one with any real pictures on it. My eyes flew open wide in my head. Not only was there a picture of a preteen girl there, but also a picture of a naked boy lounging in a sofa chair, his hand resting on his naked upper thigh, half supporting his young penis with his forefinger. I swallowed with some difficulty, mesmerized by such a picture. I managed to look over at Scott, and he glanced shyly at me. He had kind of put himself out there, hadn't he! Showing me a picture of a naked boy, without knowing how I might react. I mean, it was one thing for us to skinny dip and stuff, and in reality, it was even pretty safe to talk about jerking off, but revealing that you have a magazine with pictures of naked boys in it.... Well, you're pretty much at the mercy of the person you've shown it to. It can change everything. Unless of course, maybe it was just some kind of nudist magazine. Scott looked at me again, and then with obvious hesitancy, he turned to the next page. "Whoa...." I said aloud. There, on half the page was a large picture of a young boy and girl, both naked. They were smiling quite naturally, but the boy looked as if he was more than half erect, and the girl had her hand casually on his naked thigh. I could feel my penis twitch in my shorts. The kids couldn't be more than thirteen, and my eyes were pretty much glued on the boy's smooth private parts. It was quite exciting to look at a real picture in a magazine like that. "That's so cool...." I breathed, barley loud enough to hear. Scott looked over at me again, still feeling a bit timid, still unsure. But I was still staring at the picture; id never seen anything like it before. After a long pause, and more than curious about what was coming next, I took the initiative and slowly turned to the next page in the magazine. I could almost feel how tense it was for Scott, as if this next page would be make or break. It was... The next picture was of two totally naked, barely pre teen boys. One was kind of lying on his side, propped up on one elbow. The other boy was down on one knee, partially behind the first boy. He was sporting a full erection, his head tilted back slightly with eyes closed in apparent pleasure, and the boy lying on his side, had his hand up, his fingers gently touching the other boys hairless testicles.... I was actually trembling now with naughty excitement. I felt my boner give an unseen lurch in my shorts, and I tried to moisten my dry lips, but my mouth had gone dry. I just sat there almost stunned, trying to imagine what the boys in the picture were feeling... I had never seen another boy fully erect before. Not in pictures, or in real life. Ya, I had looked at a few dirty 'sites' on the internet, showing men and women doing stuff together. But that was like, different somehow. And yes, with friends my own age, occasionally someone had a half boner while we changed clothes and stuff... But this was the real deal wasn't it. A full blown, sexually stimulated, raging hard on... On a boy! "You... You ok?" I heard Scott ask softly from beside me. I was still holding my half of the magazine, and surly he could see my hand trembling. "What?" I muttered, almost not comprehending what he'd just asked me. I looked over at him to see the worry on his face. Finally a grin spread my lips. "This is so fuckin' cool..." I managed. Scott's look of concern quickly melted into a boyish grin of satisfaction. "Where did you get this?" I breathed. "You can't tell anyone," Scott warned, "but I got that from Daryl as well. He has a cousin, or someone in the Netherlands I guess. He's got a shitload of stuff like this." Scott said. My fingers were already squeezing away, beneath the magazine. I was turned on, horny, and surely as sexually excited as I'd ever been. The little wet spot on my sport shorts was not as little as before. A few weird spasms from my dick, and I almost thought I had cum already. Scott was probing his hidden boy stick under his shorts just as fondly as I was. It was really getting me worked up. We turned the page again. "Oh, fuckin a....." I purred. One page had a picture of two naked boys and a girl together, but it was the other page that held my attention. There were four nice pics taking up the full page, all in sequence with one another. There was a young tanned boy, with long blond hair which hung well over his shoulders. He looked Swedish, (don't ask me why) he just did. He had a beautiful naked body, with obvious Speedo tan lines as he lay there masturbating. I had certainly never seen anyone else masturbate before. One arm was raised up over his head, revealing no arm pit hair whatsoever. His body was virtually hairless as well, except for a very, very small patch of soft looking pubes on his porcelen smooth mound. The beautiful boy reminded me a little of Scott, in his face at least. In the second picture his soft facial features were strained with pleasure, and in the next picture a creamy light stream of ejaculate was squirting from his four and a half inch slender boy spike. "Shhhiiitttt...." I mumbled. The final picture was a little closer up, showing droplets of clearish white sperm on his flat belly, a wet mess clinging at the end of his purplish red penis tip, and some sticky dribble on his fingertips... It was so fuckin hot... I glanced at Scott, just as he looked at me. "I can't take this anymore." I announced, feeling like I was about to explode. "Me neither..." Scott responded. The magazine folded and slipped between our thighs as we both scrambled to pull our sports shorts down. I got mine down just to my knees, and Scott dropped his a little further, then moved his legs to shuck them off completely. Scott was fully erect, and hard as wood. My eyes were wide with excitement as I looked at it, the first real life boner I'd ever seen, other than my own. It was so sick... With our eyes all but locked on one another's boners, we began to jerk off without saying a word. Side by side, too excited to even think about pacing ourselves. Being left handed, I held my four and a half inch slender boy tube with my thumb on top, and three fingers below. My sheath of veined foreskin was sliding on and off my plumb colored glans almost too quickly to see. Beside me, I could hear Scott moaning, and I watched the fingers of his right hand dance up and down his stiff boy shaft. His fleshy spike looked just like mine, and probably about the same length. Neither of ours was very thick, they were boy dicks after all, but both big enough to be happy with. I watched Scott's nut sack bounce vigorously with each stroke, and his soft moans were totally turning me on as well. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't even think about it. Both our legs had started to twitch, and move as if on puppet strings, and we banged against each other from time to time. My feet twisted and moved, curling with the delightful unfettered feelings that were roaring inside me. Scott rolled his head back onto his pillow, his eyes clenched tightly for a moment, as his insides were sending tsunami-like pleasure waves through his naked young body. "Ohhh..... Uhhh, Ohhhh....." he moaned. My leg flicked out to the side, and over the top of his, and both our limbs strained against one another like small smooth pythons in joyful spasms of sensual human contact. I was starting to shudder, those deep, deep jolts of involuntary movement. "Mmmmfffff... Oh... Uhhh..." I moaned, no longer in control of myself. I heard noises coming from Scott, and I could feel his body tense suddenly. I managed to look down at his young pole just as I felt the soft warm spatterings of Scott's boyish jelly land wetly on my right arm and side. I watched in total surprise and rapture as another spurt of his clearish boy honey bolted from his reddened pee slit. It disappeared somewhere onto one, or both of us. That's when I lost it. I felt my thighs and stomach tighten and tingle, and the sudden rush of hot boy seed as the jet stream coursed up my urethra; the dam had burst... Spew... I moaned again as the clearish magma erupted from my youthful tube. It splattered wetly onto my chest. Warm boy seed sliding down my skin leaving a sticky slug-like trail. "Mmmm...." I moaned and grunted, as several wet, and dry contractions kept coming. I could hear Scott next to me, his breath coming hard, like mine, as if we'd both just run around the block. I finally rolled my head to look at him. His pale blue eyes were fixed on mine, and a wild strained smile crossed both of our faces... We lay there spent, awash in our own over heated perspiration and youthfully sticky boy spunk. Scott moved his arm slightly toward me, and his hand rested softly on my wrist, as if anchoring himself back in reality. I could feel the slight tremble from his fingers, and from mine as well, as we came down from the unabated rush of sexual excitement. I glanced back down at his naked body. His young penis bobbed slightly as it hovered, and slowly deflated over his pubic mound. A thin, clear spaghetti like strand of semen clung from his knob down to his hairless mound. I closed my eyes and swallowed. Even after this wonderful orgasm, the sight of his sticky boyhood still excited me. Had there been a declaration made here? Had we made a statement to each other about our sexual desires and preferences, or was it simply two boys learning to pilot the ship of new found maturation. I didn't know. I didn't care. The pictures from the magazine kept running through my mind. Naked boys, with beautifully smooth bare skin... Young penises, yearning to be touched... Sex had pretty much been my own secret, and private world to this point. Now though, it had been explored with another real human being. It was three dimensional now. Alive, warm, and shared... I looked over at Scott's boyish face again. His eyes were closed, but his soft features and his youthful countenance made me smile. Whatever this had been, it had been amazing... We had shared the most private, and intimate moment I have ever had. I don't know what compelled me, but I leaned over quite innocently and gently kissed Scott on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth. Just as suddenly, I felt like I'd just made a terrible mistake. Perhaps I had just blown it with my new friend. I guess I had thought that since he had magazines with naked boys in them, that somehow he was into such things... But..... I turned away, face flushed with embarrassment, and I closed my eyes in instant remorse. It was dreadfully quiet, and then, just as suddenly I felt the soft butterfly touch of Scott's red lips as they brushed warmly against my cheek... No words were spoken. We both just lay there, eyes closed and each lost in his own weary thoughts.... It was dark sometime later when I awoke. There was soft breathing next to me, and the warmth of Scott's bare arm as it rested innocently across my chest. We were both still naked, and I reached over and grabbed the edge of the bedspread and pulled it over both of us. I smiled up into the darkness, and let sleep gently take me again. Whatever mysteries tomorrow held for me, whatever explorations were yet to come, I didn't feel so all alone... End of Chapter Three.... To be Continued..... To find my other stories, please look on Nifty in the Authors section, under the name, About A Boy. Comments are always welcome. Thanks for reading my stories, and I can only hope you continue to enjoy them, and perhaps find some of your own childhood memories mixed within their verses.