Not surprisingly, the strawberry shake went the way of most food related items placed before fourteen year old boys. It disappeared, very quickly. I asked Scott if he wanted, or could handle, another, but he declined, allowing as how he hadn't beaten me that badly at our little one-on-one, despite the smug little smirk that accompanied the declination.
As we had sat there in Friday's, Scott tearing into the huge, hand made shake, and me sipping a tall and frosty iced tea, I tried to be subtle, as I studied him. He was definitely decidedly cute, with his slightly long, sandy colored hair that had a tendency to trail over his forehead in stringy bangs, and the piercing blue eyes that reminded me of a high mountain lake. The shade of his somewhat bushy eyebrows matched his hair perfectly, and the small nose, and lush lips, gave him a slightly boyish look, as though poised on the very brink of puberty, with a more mature model soon to emerge. His complexion was well tanned, and perfect, nary a blemish to be seen on his creamy cheeks, which was a blessing not many early teens enjoyed, and the smoothness of his pert little chin belied the use of any sort of razor yet. I reflected on the brief, but stunning view he had afforded me of his satin smooth, and hair free torso, as he had tugged up the hem of his tee shirt to mop his damp brow, and clearly pictured the dark, nickel sized nipples that dotted his chest, and shuddered slightly, as I imagined the feel of those twin dots of responsive tissue under my fingers, or lips. The table we were seated at unfortunately blocked my view of his crotch area, but I again recalled fondly the interesting bulges I had seen there during our game, and the drive over to Friday's, and decided that that very intriguing prospect deserved further exploration in the, hopefully, very near future.
His legs, were equally as smooth as his torso, and were coated with just a hint of light colored peach fuzz, as were his forearms, and the muscle tone of both arms, and legs indicated early stages of development that would one day be nicely defined muscles. While at this somewhat still developing stage of my own sexual preference I was not particularly enamored of the idea of anal sex play, it was certainly not totally out of the realm of possibility at some point, and young Scott certainly was in possession of what could only be described as a perfect little bubble butt, so inclined, or not. He was, indeed, a package, I decided, and, a package that I very much hoped would soon fill the void that his big brother had left in my life.
I snapped out of my reverie, and blushed slightly, as I realized that Scott was sitting quietly, watching me, watch him. Oops, I thought, busted a little, for sure. I smiled at him, and indicated the empty shake glass, and mixer can, lifting an eyebrow, as I asked,
"So dude, you sure about the refill.....you actually did kick my ass pretty good, you know..."
He grinned his killer grin, those perfect rows of very white teeth flashing in contrast to his golden tan, and replied,
"Naw, it's cool....I don't want to gloat, you know....you can buy again sometime, maybe..."
I winked at him, happy as hell to hear him indicate an interest in our hooking up again, and told him,
"You got it, bud....anytime....so then, you ready to off this joint...?"
He gave me the grin again, and I idly wondered just how many watts I could amp that grin up to as I slowly slid his pretty cock into my mouth, and shuddered again at the intense mental image that conjured up. He nodded, and replied,
"Yea, sure.....and, thanks for the shake, Josh.....hoops or not, those things are awesome...!"
I winked again, and nodded, giving him a look that kind of shrugged off his praise, and slid out of the booth, and stood up. Scott followed suit, and after paying the tab, we headed back to my car.
As I unlocked the passenger door, and swung it open, I stepped back in recoil from the intense blast of trapped hot air that wafted from the closed up car, and backed straight into Scott, who had been standing directly behind me. He stumbled slightly, surprised at the sudden contact, and kind of staggered against me, as I felt the interesting lump in his crotch press firmly against my backside, however briefly. Hmmm, I thought, my own balls reacting as though they were sure what that was, nice, definitely, and, nice again, and....substantial, to boot! He straightened, and I turned to face him, mumbling an apology, as I glanced down at his slightly bulging crotch, then, up to meet his amazing eyes. He flushed slightly, and muttered a small "no problem," and I stepped back, telling him,
"Man, it got hot in there...felt like a freaking oven when I popped the door!"
He grinned, nodding, and replied,
"Yea...well, it is, like, maybe 100, or so....no wonder...all closed up, and in the sun."
We let the car vent a bit, then climbed in, and I fired it up, and cranked on the A.C. as we pulled out into the traffic flow. Scott diddled with the CD player, and slid in a selection, and the car filled with the smooth audio of my really spendy speakers. He kind of grooved with the beat as he sat there, and I let my eyes drift over his tanned, and smooth legs, and once more perved his crotch, as I silently wondered just how freaked out he would get if I just dropped my hand into his lap, and told him I really wanted to suck him off. Sadly, my silent thoughts have way more balls than my audible ones, so I, of course, said nothing, and kept both hands on the wheel.
We had roamed kind of aimlessly, chatting, and I realized that we were had reached the outskirts of town, and suddenly had a thought. Glancing over at Scott, I asked him,
"You on any particular time table, dude....need to get home soon, or anything...?"
He looked back at me, a slight pout crossing his cute face, and replied,
"No, not really....but....it's cool if you wanna ditch me...I get it that I'm only a freshman, and stuff...."
I laughed, and took a bit of the plunge by reaching over the console, and gripping his firm thigh in a small squeeze, as I said,
"No, dude, you so do not get it....I don't give a rip about you being a freshman, or fifteen, or whatever....you're cool, and, I was actually thinking of seeing if you had time to take a ride out to the river....might be cooler by the water....that's why I was asking about your time table....definitely not looking to "ditch" you...!"
Scott blushed sweetly, and gave me the grin once more, as he responded sheepishly, so quietly I almost missed it,
"Fourteen..."
I glanced over again, and cocked an eyebrow, as I asked,
"What...didn't hear that...?"
Slightly louder, he repeated,
"Fourteen....I'm actually fourteen....till October.....then.....fifteen..."
I chuckled, and shook my head, as I said,
"Cools....whatever....don't need your ID, dude....so....the river good, or....?"
He smiled wider, and gave me a kind of curious look, as he slowly nodded his head, and replied,
"Sure....totally....the river would rock....I don't need to be home till dinner....like....around six....drive on dude....take me places...show me how the big dudes live...."
I chuckled again, and dared to give that delicious thigh another squeeze, as I looked into his baby blues, and answered,
"You got it, dude....and....as for the "big dudes," ......you hang with me, and you will definitely find out..."
He shot me that kind of funny expression again, a tiny smile turning up the corners of his lush mouth, and he nodded his head, but stayed silent. I briefly wondered if he was somehow actually reading my sinister mind, but quickly dismissed it, and turned my attention to the driving, as we headed down the windy, and steep river canyon road.
We approached he day use parking lot adjacent to the bridge that took the road across the river, and I eased into a parking space, happily noting the presence of only a scant number of other river user vehicles. We climbed out, locked up, and made our way down the trail to the rivers edge. This spot on the river is most popular with families, anyone with kids, or older folks, given that it is easily accessible from the parking lot, and the trail is easy to negotiate. It also has a large sandy beach area, and a quiet pool of water that is great for swimming, with ample shallows for the non-swimmers to wade in, or whatever. There were a couple of Mom types on the beach, with a passel of young ones playing at the rivers edge, and a couple of seniors playing a card game in the shade. Scott and I moved up stream a ways, and crossed over, jumping from big boulder to big boulder until we reached the far side, and hiked on upstream for maybe most of a mile. We came across a really awesome looking waterfall, which cascaded into a crystal clear pool of nearly aqua water, and we made our way down the bank, and settled in on some big rocks that had been smoothed to a near glass like texture from endless eons of the river flowing over them. We sat, and gazed quietly at the pretty pool, and waterfall, and I turned to Scott, and said,
"Pretty sweet, huh....and....one hell of a lot cooler than town..."
He smiled, nodding in agreement, and replied,
"Makes me wish I had a swim suit...I would, like, so be jumping in there....that is awesome, big time...!"
Music to my ears, of course, as that was the whole plan from the moment the river idea had gelled in my sinister brain, and, much as the spider once said to the fly, I told the cute boy,
"I hear that, dude....but hey...just us dudes, as the saying goes....we could hop in our undies....or, if ya seriously wanna live like the "big dudes," we could just skinny-dip...!"
He looked at me, his creamy cheeks coloring nicely, and gave the suggestion a tick, or two, then said quietly,
"Uh.....right....so then....exactly which would the "big dudes" do.....undies...or nakey...?"
Man, I thought, if I freaking rehearsed this, it couldn't have come off much better, and I felt a definite stirring in my balls, as I smiled, and winked at him, answering,
"Well, dude, it's actually kind of a matter of personal choice....like, if you swim in your undies, then you go home commando, cause they're wet....or....you swim nakey, and the undies make the trip home dry....or....if you are feeling extra frisky, you do like I do sometimes.....you swim nakey.....and go home commando...just cause it feels really good...!"
Scott laughed, his creamy cheeks coloring up a touch, and he fixed me with the baby-blues, and kind of croaked,
"Ok, I get it.....but jeez.....so many choices.....uh....so which are you thinking right now...?"
In an effort to lighten things up a tad, and, because I just really wanted to, I dropped a hand high on his thigh, and gave it enough squeeze that I was sure his young balls would react, and replied,
"Oh, I am definitely thinking skinny-dip, and actually.....I'm hoping you will too.....cause it's sorta weird being naky when nobody else is, and....if ya do.....I get to check out your hotty little body, perve that I am sometimes...!" and I winked at him, wiggling my eyebrows, and giving that firm thigh another squeeze.
He giggled, his blush growing a little deeper, and I could almost hear the gears turning in his brain as he considered what I had said. Deciding that boldness was called for here, I took off my shoes and socks, stood, and peeled my tee shirt over my head, then began popping the fly of my shorts, as Scott watched me intently. He glanced around the area, scanning the bluff above us, then, looked at me, as I slid my shorts off, and let them puddle at my feet.
"Jeez, Josh...what if...I mean....well...what if somebody comes along after....um....after we are naked.....and.....like...sees us...?"
I preened, but only slightly, and observed, as his eyes drifted over my body as I stood there in front of him in only my boxer briefs, and I felt another small jolt in my balls, as his gaze lingered briefly on my package. He looked up quickly, and our eyes met, as I replied,
"Not very likely on a weekday, actually...but possible, and so what...?....hikers on the river are pretty much used to stumbling onto skinny-dippers, or worse even.....besides, catching two hot dudes like us naked would prolly be the highlight of their day...!" I told him with a sinister wink.
He took one more brief look around, and I seized the moment of his distraction to strip off the undies, and dive into the aqua blue pool of cool water. I surfaced, maybe thirty feet off the rock, and treaded water, as I grinned at Scott, and called,
"Awesome....oh man...this is so great....come on dude....you're gonna love this....the water is, like, perfect...!"
He hedged for only a few seconds, as he gave the area one more quick look-see, then, grinned at me, as he quickly stripped out of his scant clothing, and leapt off the rock into the water, gloriously naked. I only had a brief glimpse of his stuff, as he had let his boxers slide down his colt-like legs, but it had been enough to confirm my earlier suspicion that, like his brother, he had no reason to be shy, even if a tour bus suddenly descended upon our little Shangri-la.
Scott surfaced, spitting water from his pursed mouth like a mini-firehose, and grinned at me, as he paddled close, then treaded water beside me.
"Oh man....awesome, for sure....this is so killer...!" he chirped excitedly, apparently forgetting his concerns over being seen in all is teenage glory.
I cupped my hand, and sent a good sized wave of water his way, splashing over his cute, grinning face, and he sputtered, then ducked his face into the water, and came up ejecting another mouthful in my direction. I quickly dove under, and kicked toward him, grabbing him with my arms circling his slender waist, and I heaved him up, and backward, as he made a huge splash in the pool landing on his back before sinking under. The move had allowed for another brief glimpse of his tumescent boyhood, and even an all-too-brief copping of a feel of that cute butt as I had flipped him, and I felt my cock thicken, in spite of the cool water. I dove under again, kicking toward him, and when I got there, I grabbed him again, and we wrestled, each trying to dunk the other.
Our playful grappling naturally allowed for a lot of body contact, and in spite of all the spitting, splashing, and choking, it was clear that both of our cocks were definitely responding to the stimulation, as we both sported very firm erections by the time we called a truce, and relaxed, treading water, and gasping for air. The incredible clearity of the water allowed our mutual condition to be obvious, and, wishing to advance things another level, I playfully grabbed onto Scott's bone, and gave it a brief yank, as I said with a giggle,
"Dang, dude....nice bone...very cool....sort of a younger version of Bobby....!"
He yelped in surprise, then, seemed to suddenly catch what I had said, and he gave me a wondering look, as if he wasn't quite sure what he had heard, or, perhaps he was sure, and wondered just what I had meant by the comment.
The moment passed, and his expression once more broke into the high-wattage grin, as he giggled, and groped my own erection under the water, saying,
"Whoa....jeez....now I know why they call you guys the "big dudes..."
My cock leapt from half hard to rigid in, like, maybe a pair of seconds, and Scott must have felt it grow, and the grin faded from his cute face, and his stunning eyes locked onto mine, a kind of dazed, questioning expression cloaking his face, as he suddenly released my penis like it had burned him. His cheeks turned crimson, and he blinked rapidly several times, and I held his shy gaze, as I slowly reached out, and circled his very stiff cock with my hand, and held it, as I said, very softly,
"This is really ok, Scotty....really....this...(gentle stroking)...is...really ok....it's, um....well....kind of my thing, actually...."
He shuddered strongly, his blue eyes closing for a moment, as I continued to gently fondle his hardon, and as he opened them, his expression kind of melted, the tension visibly melting away as I watched. He shuddered again, as I thumbed over the satin smooth head of his cock, and his eyes met mine, as he kind of squeaked,
"Really....?.....you.....um.....oh man.....Josh.....just....oh. wow....!"
Still stroking him, I leaned in close, and pressed my lips to the soft, damp skin on hi neck, then moved my mouth close to his small ear, and said quietly,
"Yea, Scotty.....I do....am....seriously into dudes....and right now....really seriously into....you....."
He inhaled a deep breath, and seemed to hold it, then let it go, as he muttered,
"Oh man.....shit....this is....like...." and he stopped, making it my turn to hold my breath.
"Is... what, Scotty....?" I asked, again licking the cool, damp skin of his neck as I lightly fingered his very hard cock.
He sucked in more wind, and shuddered slightly, and let the breath escape slowly, as he replied, barely above a whisper,
"Oh God, Josh.... It's....jeezo....I....oh man....!"
The whole thing was like a dream coming true while you watched, and I wanted to keep touching him, and tasting his buttery skin forever, but, the treading water thing was definitely detracting from the intensity of the moment, so I reluctantly released my grip on his erection, and told him to come with me, as I kicked off toward the nearby waterfall, Scotty in tow. We reached the spot where the falls drained into the pool, and I saw through the tailing water that there was a grotto-like area in behind the falls, and I gripped Scott's hand, and tugged him with me, as we ducked behind the falling water, and moved into a small, cool, paradise of glassy smooth boulders, and very fine, almost polished, small gravel. We paused, standing side by side, with me still clinging to Scott's hand, and gazed around at our amazing surroundings.
"Wow...!" murmured Scott, and I echoed the sentiment at nearly the same second. The spot was, truly, amazing, with the roar of the falling water echoing within the small cave-like area, and the backsplash of spray misting our bodies. I turned to face Scott, and smiled, as I paused to openly enjoy my first really good look at his nakedness. I moved my hungry gaze over his silky smooth body, savoring the expanse of creamy skin that was his just defining chest, with the dark, and tempting nipples, and the flat, soft tummy, dotted with the tiny cave of his navel, then, the small growth of silky pubes that sprouted above his sculpted penis. His erection had lost none of its rigidity during our maneuvering into this small paradise, and it jutted proudly from his groin at nearly a ninety degree angle. A solid five inches, I estimated, and so flawlessly smooth that it might well have been made of glass. The mushroom cap at its end was flared, slightly wider than the inch or so thickness of the shaft, and his scrotum appeared devoid of hair growth, and was taut, and close to his body, and plump, with the twin orbs it contained so sexily. His legs were lean, and toned, ending in trim ankles, and smallish feet. I slid my gaze back to focus on his stunning erection, and was unable to resist the tremendous urge that moved me to reach out and grasp it, and as I did, Scotty moaned, and his lithe body trembled. I looked into his azure blue eyes, and said,
"Oh Scotty....God....you are so damn hot....amazing...Jesus...!"
He moaned again, his body rocking slightly on what had to be weak knees, as I dropped my hand down to gently cradle his plump scrotum, and finger his balls some, before once more closing my hand around his pulsing erection, and resuming my steady stroking. He shuddered again, and leaned into me, his face burrowing into my shoulder, as he exhaled deeply, and mumbled,
Ahh fuck, Josh....jeez....I gotta.....AGggggg.......!"
Another strong shudder coursed over him, and I felt his cock flex, and swell in my hand, and I realized then that it was over, and my thought was confirmed an instant later, when his cock erupted in my hand, and his warm, creamy discharge spewed forth in strong, rapid jets of boy cum, spraying long streaks of his essence across my abdomen, a fair amount even coating over my own erection, and dribbling onto my balls. I kept stroking his spitting boyhood, and slipped my free arm around him, pulling his shaking body against me, as his strong orgasm subsided, and he stopped spewing his nectar, the flow dwindling to a final few dribbles that slid over my hand. I released his penis then, and slipped both arms around him, holding him tight, as he panted heavily against my chest. A moment passed, and he sighed deeply, then, lifted his head, and looked up at me, a very sweet, and very sheepish, little smile just angling the corners of his mouth upward. He blinked several times, and I savored the deep flush on his smooth cheeks, and winked at him, as I grinned, and said,
"Nice, dude.....really nice....your awesome, you know that...?"
He widened the smile some, and kind of batted those long eyelashes, then, eased back from me a touch, and looked down, his eyes going slightly wide, as he focused on the smeared evidence of his ejaculation that coated my torso, and he giggled softly, looked up at me, and turned crimson, as he gasped,
"Oh jeez....I....oh, jeez!"
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com