Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 11:12:45 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Summer of Discoveries / Chapter 8 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 Eight) * Recap End Of Chapter 7 *When we had all finished dressing, and we started to head for the trail to grab our bikes, Ayden grabbed my arm, and held me back a little so he could tell me something privately. Scott and Tomi kept walking, and got ahead of us a little ways. "Thanks." Ayden said quietly. "You know, for helping me today." "Sure, no problem." I answered. Then he looked me in the eyes, as if gauging me. "So... Maybe you could, you know, teach me how to... How to do that other stuff." "Other stuff?" I didn't catch it at first. "Oh, you mean, like... Like jerking off... Yeah. Yeah we can do that if you want. He smiled and nodded quickly, and then we joined the other two guys at the bikes and rode back up the trail toward the road. "What was that all about?" Scott asked me when we reached the street. "Nothin' really. Ayden just thanked me for helping him out." "Ah... That's cool." Scott nodded. "So, you wanna' sleep over again at my house tonight, so we can, um, mess around again." He grinned knowingly. "Maybe you should sleep over at my house this time." I suggested. "I think my mom wants me around once and awhile." "That's cool." Scott agreed. "I'll head home and ask my mom. Besides, I'd need to get some different clothes and stuff anyway." "Yeah, well, don't forget to bring a couple of those magazines." I reminded him. He grinned at me again, and when we got back near the school he turned off and headed for home. Tomi and Ayden said goodbye, and they started peddling off toward their houses as well, but I called after Ayden. "Hey... If you want, maybe, day after tomorrow we can hook up, you know..." I offered. His face lit up a little. "Really? Yes please. That would be cool..." He beamed. I laughed at how eager he seemed to be. We exchanged phone numbers and Ayden rode off, turning to wave back at me. With an amused grin, I headed for my house, to tell... I mean, to ask my mom if Scott could spend the night. I knew she'd agree, and I was already thinking ahead to what kind of 'stuff' Scott and I might try doing tonight once we sequestered ourselves up in my bedroom. I smiled to myself, and I could already feel my boy parts start to tingle. * * * * * * * * * About fifteen minutes later, Scott called. It was okay for him to spend the night, but his mom had a bunch of stuff for him to do first. Can you believe that? Parents wanting us kids to do stuff for them, on summer vacation no less... Sheesh.... It was already two thirty in the afternoon, and Scott figured he'd be done with his chores, and he could come over in a couple of hours, so we figured around four thirty or so. That was all well and good, but what would I do for two hours. I certainly wasn't gonna' ask my mom if she needed me for anything, so I immediately headed outside and hopped on my bike, figuring that I'd just ride around for a little while and just kill some time. Riding down the road, I had just peddled past the house on the lake where the older boy Daryl lived. From behind me I heard a vehicle approach, and the quick 'beep beep' of it's horn. Looking back I saw that it was Daryl, just pulling into the driveway from somewhere. He stopped there at the beginning of the driveway with his window rolled down, and he waved casually, and nodded at me. I turned my bike around and rode back up alongside his car. "Hey.." Daryl offered, as he smiled warmly at me. "Hi Daryl." I replied, stopping right beside him. "So what are you up to today?" The sixteen year old asked me in a friendly tone, and he seemed to be looking me over. "Nothing..." I replied casually. "Just killing some time. Scott's coming over in a couple of hours to spend the night." Daryl nodded. "That's cool." He said with a little smile. "So you wanna' come in for awhile or something?" He offered. I shrugged slightly. "Sure, why not..." I said. Daryl pulled his little Suburu down into the driveway, with me rolling in behind him on my bike up near the house. "Come on." He offered, as he hopped out of his car, heading for the front door. I was kind of checking him out from behind as we walked up the steps. A habit I seem to have acquired lately. Daryl was a good looking sixteen year old, like I said before. He looked quite young for his age, and since he was wearing shorts I could see again that he had practically no hair on his teen legs. I liked that somehow. We went inside, kicked off our shoes, and Daryl tossed his keys into a little ceramic bowl sitting on an entryway table near the door. "Want something to drink? A soda or lemonade or something?" He asked politely. "Sure, that's cool. Lemonade please." I responded, following him barefoot in toward the kitchen. He snagged both of us cold bottles of lemonade from the fridge, and then I followed him through the living area, outside onto the large back deck. Daryl pulled off his tee shirt, and sat on a deck chair in the sun, motioning for me to do the same. Peeling off my shirt I lay back on one of the other recliners. The sun felt really nice, and I eagerly took several long swallows of my drink. I noticed Daryl was watching me, as he chugged some of his lemonade as well. "So, you guys look at those magazines yet?" He asked curiously. Daryl was the one who gave us the dirty 'boy' magazines if you remember. I almost choked on my drink, and had to clear my throat. "Uh... Yeah, we're... We're working our way through them." I told him a bit uncomfortably. I mean, 'boysex' magazines. We both knew what that implied, and it was kind of embarrassing to just, you know, talk about it. Daryl just smiled at me. We sat quietly for a minute, looking out over the lake and working on our Lemonade. We both glanced at each other periodically, and I remembered back to that first day on his dock when I had met him. He had gone swimming right there in front of me, wearing only his underwear. I shivered now thinking back to it, because he had looked really good in his wet briefs. He was really fit, as most sixteen year olds are. Athletic, good looking, and truth be told, I kind of admired his strong, youthful appearance. "Want another one?" Daryl asked suddenly, bringing me out of my reminiscence. "Huh...?" I looked at him, he was standing there next to my chair, his empty bottle in his hand. "Do you want another one?" He repeated, indicating my lemonade. "Oh... Uh, yeah sure, I guess." I replied. He smiled at me and took the empty bottle from my hand. I watched him as he disappeared through sliding glass door and into the house. I had to reach down and squeeze my boy junk. I guess picturing him that way in his underwear had kind of excited me a little. Several seconds later, Daryl returned with two fresh drinks, and a bowl of chips, which he set down on a small chair table between us. He reached out with my drink. "Here ya go cutie..." He said, handing me the lemonade. What? Shit... That was the second time he'd called me that. Was it just an odd offhanded compliment? Just an expression he seemed to use, or, like, did he really think I was, well, cute or something? I know, I know, stupid question. He had 'boy' magazines, and he didn't seem shy about being nearly naked in front of me, and he'd made several suggestive comments like that to both Scott and me... I mean, I'm still in the middle of puberty, curious and exploring, but... At sixteen I'm sure Daryl knows right where he's at.... And it didn't take too much imagination to guess what he might be hoping for from me. And to be honest, maybe I was kinda hoping for something like that as well. "So, you want to go for a quick swim or something?" Daryl asked, and then he took a sip of his lemonade. "Well, yeah I guess. It is kind of hot out here." I replied. "I'd have to run home and grab my swim suit first." "Na, that's cool bro. I've got some Nike sport shorts here that you can wear." He suggested, as he got up from the deck chair. "Come on." He held out his hand to help me up from the reclined deck chair. I reached out and took it without even thinking about it, and he pulled me up to my feet. I started to follow him inside, suddenly realizing that I'd have to change out of my board shorts. Of course I wondered if he hadn't planned it this way all along... Still I followed him up the stairs, past the open balcony that overlooked the large living room. I already knew where his bedroom was, since Scott and I had been in there and messed around a little the other day when we were here paddle boarding. That's where we headed of course, and I followed Daryl into his room. He went to his dresser against the wall and fished through one of the drawers, pulling out several pairs of nylon sports shorts. "These should fit you." He said, tossing the smaller looking pair over to me. I stood there for a second, wondering if I should go change in the bathroom, but Daryl was already in the process of pulling his boardies and underwear off. I wasn't really that comfortable doing this in front of him, but then, I didn't want to look like a little scared kid either. I couldn't help but glance over at Daryl's sixteen year old boy bits, which were fully exposed to me now. Shit... He looked pretty nice. Not too big or anything; not like a 'man dick', but a nice teenage one. And he had a nice tight patch of groomed pubes on his mound. I looked away quickly, and with a determined mind set, I quickly unzipped and pulled off my boardies and underwear, letting them fall in a pile at my feet. I fumbled with the Nike shorts trying to pull them on quickly, which was stupid of course. The quicker you try to go, the more your foot snags at the opening, slowing you down as you stumble around. I finally managed to get them on and pulled up, and I looked casually at Daryl. He had a bemused smile on his face. "Nice..." He said softly. I'm sure I must have blushed right then, but I managed a timidly shy smile. Daryl grabbed a couple of towels off his nightstand and tossed one to me as he walked over. "Lets swim..." He said, putting his hand on my shoulder and ushering me out of his room and down the hall. We went outside, down the stairs off the deck and walked over to the edge of the lake, where we tossed out towels on the grass of his backyard. Daryl stepped to the edge and dove off into the water, with me following only seconds behind. The water felt fantastic of course. Twelve years old, a hot summer day out on an island, and jumping into the cool waters of a lake. Are you kidding me, what kid wouldn't be in his element here?! We swam around for awhile, swimming out quite a ways into the lake, and then back. Then Daryl got out for a second and running over to the house he grabbed a couple of floaters and tossed them out into the water. I pulled myself up on one, and Daryl got on the other so we could just float around. Perfect day for this. We talked casually as we floated out on the lake, and the more we talked, the more I liked Daryl. He seemed like a really nice guy. Not your typical sixteen year old, who usually seem to be too into themselves. It's all about them, and they act like they're all 'hot shit'. But Daryl was cool. Not pretend cool. He was just nice. After forty minutes or so, we paddled back to shore and got out. We stashed the floaters up under the awning, and grabbing up our towels we began to dry off while we climbed the stairs to the deck. "You look pretty fit for you age Nathan." Daryl told me, as we stood there and finished drying off. "Uh, thanks..." I replied, wiping down my flat adolescent stomach. It made me feel good to hear the older boy say that to me. "You do too." I offered back sincerely. We sank back down on the deck chairs, and let the sun warm us over. It was nearly four thirty, and unfortunately I knew I should be heading home pretty quick, because Scott would be coming over in a little while. "Um, I'm gonna' have to take off..." I mentioned to Daryl, pointing to the clock on the deck. "Oh, ya." He said looking at the time. "Guess it's about that time isn't it?" He got up off the chair, and I did too, following him inside once again. When we got up to his bedroom, Daryl immediately stripped out of his wet swimwear, and feeling a little more comfortable with him now, I did too, not really trying to hurry or turn my back to him. I used the towel to dry my butt and boy parts, and then picked up my undershorts from the floor. Daryl was kind of watching me as I pulled them on, but then, I took a couple of glances at him as well. "Thanks..." I told him, "For letting me swim and stuff." He nodded. "Sure man. Like I said, anytime you want to come over, just do it. My parents are never home before seven, and I'm in and out all the time. Just come over anytime, okay." I smiled warmly at him, and he put a friendly arm around my shoulders as we walked out of his room and toward the front door. We stopped in the entryway, and I slipped into my shoes. "Thanks." I told him again, and for some reason I felt compelled to put an arm around his waist and gave him a brief 'side' hug. He smiled back at me. "So, I'll see you soon then Nathan." He said. "We can swim, take the kayaks out and stuff. And if you want, we can always jump in the hot tub. I give a great body massage too, if that's something you wanted me to do..." He smiled, and I smiled boyishly back. "See ya." I said. It wasn't till I had gotten on my bike and headed up the driveway, that I thought about what he had said. Hot tub, and maybe a massage. Sounded interesting didn't it... I'd had a massage once, when my mom all but forced me to go with her to a spa one time. Truth was, I had kinda liked it actually... I rode up to my house and leaned the bike against the garage door, then went inside. Mom was in the living room, on her computer as usual. She looked up with a smile. "There you are." She said idly. "What have you been up to?" "Not much. I was at Daryl's swimming in the lake and stuff." I told her. "Well Scott just called, he's on his way over, so it's good you came home when you did." I hurried upstairs to my room, and decided to change into some other clothes. Blue board shorts and a white tank top. Looked pretty good in the mirror I thought. I was really getting quite the tan now, and it showed nicely against the white of the tank. I opened up the sliding door to the bedroom's small balcony, just to let some fresh air into the room, and stepping out for a moment, I saw Scott was just pulling up on his bike near the driveway. He looked really good too. Coincidentally he was wearing a tank top as well, with shorts and his flip flops, and he had a small backpack on. I grinned down at him. "Bout time." I called down. "Yeah, I know, sorry... Mom had all kinds a stuff she wanted me to do, it sucked." I went down quickly and let him in. Scott said hi to my mom, and after a minute of polite chit chat we grabbed some sodas and headed back upstairs to my room. "You're getting pretty tanned." Scott commented, as he lifted my tank top up for a better look." "Thanks. You too." I returned, looking at his soft bronzed skin. "So... Did you bring the magazines?" I prompted. Scott just grinned and slipped off his daypack. "Well duh... Wanna' look at them now?" he offered, reaching into the pack. "Well duh." I laughed. "I've been feeling like a horn dog all day." I went over to the bedside stand and turned my iPod on, so that music would cover any sounds we might make later on... Scott pulled out a couple of magazines from the pack, and with a sly grin he hopped up onto my bed. I made sure the bedroom door was locked, and then jumped up alongside him, both of us leaning back against the headboard. We sidled in close, as we had each time, and with excited anticipation, we glanced shyly at one another. It's funny, we've done this several times before, we've been naked and jerked off alongside, and even onto each other; but it's always a bit awkward in those first moments isn't it. That first few seconds where you let your walls down and expose your intimate side to someone else, even share your body with them. We both smiled awkwardly, and then Scott folded open the magazine on our laps. Like before, we slowly thumbed through the pages that we had seen before, and it didn't take but seconds before we were both feeling pretty aroused once again. We were going to finish the magazine with the English Schoolboys this time. Three boys, twelve and thirteen years old, two blond and one with dark brown hair, fooling around with one another in the English School change rooms. Like I said before, the pictures were all professionally done, with great lighting and clarity. Most of them had been taken to really tease the viewer up to this point. Almost sexual, but not quite. Boners, tongues, naked boy bodies in gentle contact... Oh man... The next pages grew even more intense. The first picture showed a close-up of one of the boy's wet, ruby red lips slightly open and caressing another boys erect tube. Fuck it was so hot. You could see the wetness of his lips, and the other boy's glans was purple and shiny moist. Scott and I looked at each other, our eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. The boys were all actively engaged now in the pictures. An orgy of touching, groping, and intimate sexual contact. I was busy squeezing my boy parts through my shorts, desperately trying to pace myself, and I know Scott was doing the same, but the pictures were so damn erotic that we both knew neither of us would last very long. Turning the page, the next pics were awesome. A close up of one of the boy's cocks with a giant bead of precum rolling from its tip, and one of the other boy's had his wet tongue out, the tip just touching the sparkling drop of boy syrup.... I couldn't really hold back anymore, and unzipping my shorts I shinnied out of them and my underwear. Scott looked down at my engorged boy tube, and quickly scrambled out of his shorts as well. We all but ripped our tank tops off, and then sidled in closely again, bare naked this time. We continued to rub and squeeze ourselves, trying to be patient as we slowly paged through the final pages of the magazine. Three on three pictures, the boys were in a tight circle blowing each other, each of their mouths sealed enticingly around one another's thin erect boy tube. Suckling wetly, teasingly. And yet another pic, where three beautiful boy bodies were spooning, and lying tightly against each other, skin to skin contact from head to toes. Oh so friggen erotic... I looked over at Scott. Shit he was so boyishly cute. His blue eyes were wildly intense, and sparkling with excitement. His lips so pouty and red, and I watched his tongue slip between them, to lick and wet them as he masturbated himself. Damn, I wanted to do it for him so badly... His messy long blond hair, thin cheeks, and his slight nose only added to the cute innocent of his appearance. I swallowed hungrily, and looked back at the magazine. There was another close up series of pictures of one boy's bum, hit butt cheeks spread wide and a wet finger playing near his anus, until the wet digit was inserted fully to the second knuckle. "Oh fuck.." I breathed excitedly. Scott was also excited because all the English boys had foreskins like mine, and he frequently moved the magazine to glance at my thin sheath of rolling skin, and compare it to the pics. Finally there was a picture of one boy lying on his back, his legs pulled up near his chest. One of the blond boys was between his legs, his young erect boy penis starting to penetrate into the other boy's anus, while the third boy was on his knees at their side, just beginning to ejaculate onto both of them.... "Oh fuck..." I panted. The magazine was essentially finished, with the caption, 'Tottenham Shoolboys, Volume One,' and Scott and I looked at each other with excited hunger. Like I said before, the pics were super awesome, but now we were worked up, and thinking about real flesh. We had played around a little before, but nothing serious had happened between us, but now we both were thinking it was time. The magazine was set aside, and Scott and I began to timidly touch one another. He ran his fingertip gently over my chest and nipple, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin. He was caressing me, exploring my skin, and when he glanced up at me to see my reaction, I smiled shyly back at him. At the same time, I was sliding my palm along the inside of his bare thigh, brushing lightly, and purposefully against his loose scrotum. The feel of his soft warm flesh, the weight of his testicles was amazingly erotic to me. Sensuous... We touched gently, continuing to explore one another. Each of us delighting in, and yearning for these new pleasurable sensations. I rubbed my palm softly over his naked torso, the satiny warmth and texture of his youthful skin made me shudder with delight. As horny as both of us surly were, we just took our time to satiate our ravenous, youthful curiosity. Never before had either of us had the chance to just caress, and feel another persons skin and body like this. I mean, we're twelve, where would we get the chance to do that? Scott's gentle fingers slid down below my belly, and he softly caressed my porcelain white pubic mound tracing his fingers over it's shape. His finger tip trailed softly over my dozen silky pubes. He pinched them delicately, gently pulling on them to feel their texture. I rolled my head back a moment, simply enjoying his exploratory touch. Scott shifted then, sliding his upper body down closer to my hips, so he could study my young foreskin sheathed boy stick. He'd never really gotten a close look at one before, and the thin membrained skin simply fascinated him. I moved my hand, resting it on top of his head and ran my fingers through his soft, long blond hair as he studied me, and learned the wonders of my naked boy flesh. I could feel his rapid breath, coming in warm waves as it washed across my genitals. He was leaned in so closely, gazing intently at the rubbery thin texture of my foreskin, and his fingers gathered the loose pucker of skin at the tip. His face was a study of concentration as he examined my boned up penis. After he slid the snug wrapping of boy skin off my glans, I saw his eyes widen at the sight of my purplish wet knob. "Just like the boys in the magazine..." He whispered, more to himself than to me. He stroked my boy shaft several times, working the skin up and off my glans. I felt him shiver with childish delight, and it made me do the same. And at the same time his fingers explored me, I could feel his hips gently rocking, and pushing rhythmically into my leg below. He continued to play with my boy shaft, and then he rubbed and cupped my testicles in his fingers. "Oh man..." he breathed, squeezing them gently. He looked up at me briefly, then moved in even closer to my tumescent tube. He continued sliding my foreskin on and off my glans, and it absolutely seemed to captivate him. Each time the purple wet bulb was exposed he almost licked his lips, and seemed to move ever closer. With a gentle squeeze of my shaft, Scott milked a droplet of semen, clear boy precum form my pee slit. It clung there, and he looked up at me again. "Just like the magazine." He said. "Can I..?" "Shit yeah..." I almost begged. I watched as he moved closer, and the tip of his tongue suddenly poked out and washed the droplet from my glans. "Oh fuck....." I sighed and shivered. The contact of his wet tongue almost made me jerk away, it was like an electric shock. It sent waves of pure unknown pleasure through me. "Oh shit...." I sighed again, and Scott licked his lips, and then kissed wetly at my sensitive knob. I wanted to scream with pleasure. He glanced up at me, his eyes sparkling with joy, and then with great anticipation he closed his wet lips around my glans... Almost automatically I arched my back, my hips rising up to him. I couldn't help it... "Oh yesssss......." I moaned long and low. I could feel Scott suck on the tip, and my legs twitched with uncontrolled pleasure. My toes curled as new erotic feelings raced through my lower extremities. And then it seemed to get even better. Scotts lips became an airtight, snug wet seal around circumference of my warm young boyhood. He pushed his head downward slowly, his lips sliding magically downward as he took my boyish shaft into his wet mouth. Down and up, slowly, wetly, teasingly, sensuously. Off then, and slowly over the tip of my knob, rubbing his warm lips over it, then back on and slowly down my pole again. "Fuuuuck....." I shuddered as my insides roiled with newfound pleasure. I think Scott could even sense the pleasure he was bringing me. He lipped wetly up the shaft again, and as my engorged glans slipped from his mouth, his tongue began to slather and swirl sensuously around it. The tip of his tongue found my pee slit, and he licked at it, as if trying to enter. Then he dropped over my shaft again, and sucked me hard as he bobbed quickly up and down it's length. My body jerked again, uncontrolled. "Mmm... Mmmmfff..." Scott moaned deep in his throat, savoring the taste of my boymeat, and the gentle salty sweet taste of youthful precum that drooled from it. It wasn't lost on me, even in that moment, that I was indeed getting my first blow job. A blow job. Adults seem to talk about it, teenagers always hint they want it, and pubescent kids like us always tell jokes and snicker about it... But holy shit, there's nothing like it... Nothing. I could feel myself building rapidly toward ejaculation as everything began to tingle within me, and my fingers were all but clenched in Scott's hair, so intense was the buildup. I wanted to cum. Wanted to pour myself warmly into Scott's mouth. "Unnnnnnnch....." I tried to fight it, to hold off, but Scott knew I was almost right there.... He sucked all the more intently near the tip, his fingers now took hold below, and he jerked me off as he suckled my knob. "Scott, shiiiiiittt....." I moaned, "Scott........." I could feel my insides burn, my legs went taught, and twitched wildly. My hips bucked then, and I knew there was no stopping it. I felt everything go electrically numb in seizure, and even then I fought against that first impulsive contraction. I resisted until the next pulse, and then the feelings were so wildly intense that it overpowered me, and I couldn't hold on anymore... "Uhhh, uhh, uhh...." The spasms took me, and the most intense orgasm I've ever had blew up my shaft and into Scotts hot, wet mouth in what felt like gushing spurts. He gulped around it, and I raised up off the sheets seizing around him. My right hand was clenched in Scott's hair, the other had a fistful of tangled bedspread... "Uhhh, uhhhh......" I moaned deeply. Scott pulled his mouth away, licked his lips hungrily, and then took me in again. "Oh fuck...." I winced. My knob was so tender and sensitive now that I couldn't take it. He bobbed up and down a few last times, and finally pulled off, and began licking the underside of my shaft, and down, lapping at my drained testicles.... He stopped finally, as I crumpled back limply on the bed. A huge grin spread his lips, and as he watched me, he continued to slowly stroke my wet boy shaft between is forefinger and thumb. I became aware for the second time, of his hips still moving, wetly somehow against my leg. "Ohhh fuuuu...." I sighed, deeply out of breath... Scott smiled up at me and eventually moved his body up so that he could lie alongside me, his hand softly rubbing around the smooth skin of my chest. "I can feel your heartbeat." He mentioned breathily. He seemed to be breathing hard as well. "So... What did you think?" I couldn't talk for a moment, still trying to recover. I looked at Scott though, and then leaned in to thank him by wrapped my wet lips over his. His tongue found mine, and I could taste my own sweet young seed as we kissed. "That.... Was so... So fuckin' awesome." I said softly. "Better than the magazine?" Scott teased. "Yeah." I laughed, "A little bit...." We lay there a moment. "Let me rest a little, and then I'll do you too." I offered sincerely. I wanted him to feel what I had. "Umm.... I already spilled." Scott said meekly. I looked at him curiously. "When you were thrashing around, your leg was rubbing on my dick, and when you came in my mouth, I lost it too. It was so awesome to feel you twitch and moan like that." I raised my head and look down at his stomach and groin. His belly was smeared and glistening with his clearish boy spunk, and there were wet spots on my leg and bedspread. "Oh man... I'm sorry. I wanted to give you a blow job too..." "Don't worry about it Nathan. I still totally got in on it, and it was fuckin' wild anyway. And it was kinda like my first blowjob too, but on the giving end. We'll switch off next time." He said. I grinned at him, and eagerly nodded agreement. Wanting the full experience though, I sat up, and with an sly grin I scooted down and positioned myself lower on the bed, leaning my upper body over Scott's torso. With an impish look back up at him, I lowered my face to his stomach, and began swirled my tongue over the remnants of his boy seed that still clung in sticky splatters to his smooth warm tummy. "Mmm..." I sighed and savored the tasty treat. Finished for the moment, I got up and turned off my iPod, and the music that had covered our moaning and sex noises. Scott and I once again opened my door, and peeked down the hallway outside my room. I could faintly hear my mom, downstairs talking to someone on the telephone. Still naked, and with quiet and mischievous grins, Scott and I padded quickly down the hall and into the upstairs bathroom. Scott peed, and then we both stood looking in the large over counter mirror, studying and comparing our lean, adolescent bodies to one another. We giggled boyishly as we moved through various 'muscle' poses, laughing at our own reflections as each of us tried to outdo the other. Some of the poses of course became a little sexually suggestive in nature. I mean come on, we're twelve, what else would you expect. We stood facing each other, and in the mirror we watched as we moved our young penis' tip to tip, and pretended to have them kiss. The contact felt good though, and forgetting the mirror, we both looked down at the real thing as we playfully rubbed our boyish knobs together. Scott reached out, and pushed my foreskin back, then touched his glans to mine, then pulled my foreskin forward to wrap it around his tip as well. We looked up at each other and giggled. I found out later there was an actual name for this, but Scott and I called it knobbing from that day forward. It was the kind of an innocent boyplay that can really only happen at this age. People take themselves to seriously when they grow up. Everything they do has to 'mean' something. But right now, at age twelve... Shit, it's just plain fun. The curiosity, and wonderment of new experiences like this are the greatest things in the world. First time moments. The ones you will always remember as the best ones of you life. You can do those things hundreds of times after that, and of course it always feels good, but.... There's some kind of magic in that first one. The blowjob that I got today, the first touch of a warm tongue on my boyprong.... Shit.... I'll relive that in my mind a million times. The best part though, is knowing you still have new stuff to discover. More 'first times' were coming, and I could barely wait... We hopped in the shower and got cleaned up, then snuck playfully back to my bedroom. I was both tired, and happy from all the stuff I did today, and climbing naked under the cool sheets, we both lay back and drifted. Scott was asleep in minutes, and I lay there a little longer, already reliving the day. I thought about the rope swing, and the naked fun we had there. I thought about Ayden, and smiled as I remembered his shyness, an how he wanted me to 'teach' him some stuff. I thought about Daryl, and the cryptic comments, and suggestions he'd made. And, of course I thought about Scott and I glanced over at him, asleep alongside me. Then I smiled, and moved my leg out a little, so that our feet touched. It felt nice just to be in contact with him. Yep, there was more to come. With a deep and deserved yawn, I closed my eyes and dropped off... End of Chapter Eight / 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. I really appreciate you reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into my story... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it...........