Si-C
A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
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16 - Blissful moments.
"Uh, guys...", Bobby said. "I'm just gonna have that wank we talked about earlier, okay? Don't you mind me please." Nobody did. Nobody even listened, and the odd boy out smiled to himself as he began to please himself. It was easy, seeing his friends, new and old all alike, enjoying each other so much. He remembered his kiss with Brian, replayed it in his mind. Yes, it had been nice, Brian was a soft, smooth boy. It had been the first time he'd held anyone who was naked, first time he'd been naked with someone else... And then the image faded from his mind, and a smiling, freckled red-headed girl took Brian's place. A girl who had sat on his shoulders not very long ago, a girl whose young body was just starting to bloom. He saw her seductive smile in his mind, imagined what it would be if she was naked with him, if HER lips were on his own...
He came with a strangled groan, it was more powerful than his previous self-induced orgasms (sadly, he'd never had one with a girl, and he supposed he wouldn't anytime soon either, not for another few years at least), and when he could open his eyes again he saw several (admittedly very small) puddles of thick, milky-ish liquid on the sand between his outstretched legs not very far from his softening dick.
"Dammit kid, watch it where you point that hose!", Cecil giggled. It made the still somewhat dizzy boy blush. He quickly covered up the evidence of his orgasm with sand.
Suddenly they heard laughter behind their backs. "Don't let us interrupt whatever it is you're doing!", a voice called out. A voice belonging to an older boy they heard, a guy in his teens. They all turned towards the sound, two pairs of boys holding each other and another with his legs spread wide. Suddenly they came running past, the newcomers, playfully scattering sand onto the sitting boys. All of them heading for the water. Amongst yells and shouts between themselves, four sixteen-year-olds splashed out into the lake still wearing shoes and T-shirts and shorts. Shirts and shoes they relieved themselves of only AFTER getting them completely wet. The boys looked at the newcomers with what almost seemed disinterest, then turned back in towards themselves.
"Do we give a shit?", Cecil asked and jerked a thumb in the direction of the water, obviously referring to the teens. Mehdi shook his head firmly, smiling, and Cecil seemed satisfied with that. The two boys immediately resumed their previous activities with an eagerness you seldom see in older couples. They seemed to go along really well with one another, Brian noted with some amusement. Was Cecil getting over his little crush on him already? Probably not, but he sure as heck seemed to be enjoying himself an awful lot with Mehdi all the same! Brian and Simon also started kissing once more, and fooling around with their hands. Bobby got stiff all over again from seeing his friends touching each other (including their dicks), and stayed content merely watching and stroking himself, even if less intensely than the first time. He didn't really feel a wish to join them; they were guys after all and his tastes didn't run that way, but it was still incredibly exciting to see them...do stuff...together. All in plain sight of the teens splashing around in the lake, but these seemed to care as little about the kids as they did about the teens.
In all, they must have spent at least half an hour making out, Brian reckoned. It was more out of concern for poor Bobby that they started to break it off. They didn't want to bore him or make him feel on the outside. They needen't have worried though; Bobby had been content giving suggestions to the other four on what to try next, or just generally babbling away about all sorts of things, most totally unrelated to what they all were doing. Sometimes he got a reply from someone and most of the time he merely talked to himself as the others listened to the sound of his voice, if not the words.
The four kissing boys slowly wound down their activities, even though a specific part of their anatomy refused to cooperate and decided to stay in a decidedly upright position. The fifth boy's body was equally badly behaved, and as all of them made their way to their clothes and attempted to start putting them on again, there was much girlish yelping and giggling as they grabbed at each other's stiffened bodyparts. Bobby seemed to be the worst offender of the lot of them, and the others didn't seem to mind his advances because they knew he didn't have a real interest in them, he was just understimulated, having had to sit there all by himself as the rest had pleased each other. The odd boy out was merely trying to compensate in the only way he knew how. They still offered token resistance to keep up Bobby's interest; if they'd simply allowed him to fondle them any way he wanted it would not have been the same for the straight boy and the magic would not have worked for him. Now it became exciting and dangerous play instead, every quick, grazing touch of another kid's erect boyhood a stolen treasure for both parties.
The teens in the water seemed amused by the kids' activities, they shouted cheers and encouragements (despite the fact nobody listened to them), and as the young boys finally had decided to get dressed (but not actually started just yet), all of the four teens came up out of the water and pulled down their shorts, each displaying a magnificient teen dick in various states of (increasing!) hardness. The kids' eyes goggled, mouths fell open. Teens laughed, kids gasped. It was obvious the act was meant to tease the kids, nothing more. There seemed to be no mutual interest between the older boys. However, it seemed almost inevitable at that point that once the younger boys had removed themselves from the scene, more mutual jerking off was to occur.
The teens laughed more at the kids' big-eyed expressions and then pulled up their shorts again (in more than one case leaving the top half of a hard-on sticking out, without any embarrassment whatsoever from the dick's owner), then the four returned to the water amongst much merriment.
17 - Knowing Brian.
"Mehdi, are you busy this afternoon?", Cecil asked quietly as the small group walked up the foot path towards the residential neighborhood where they all lived. It was a pretty big area spread out around most of the lake, and a nice and quiet one too. The city center wasn't too far off to the east, and the large US Robotics research and manufacturing plant lay beyond that. There was a forest reserve area too to the south, though in reality not THAT big; all the deer and such had fled long ago when there simply wasn't enough peace and quiet for them anymore, though smaller mammals like squirrels, badgers, rabbits and hares were fairly common, and you'd even see the occational skunk or raccoon every once in a while as well. The first-mentioned species liked to visit bird-seed dispensers in the winters and some of the latter ones did regular raids into the flowerbeds of surrounding gardens in the summers. Not everybody liked it of course (especially not the badgers who liked to tunnel and make a general mess of things), but people took it all in stride. It was worth paying that small price to keep a bit of 'untamed' nature right around the corner.
Mehdi looked over at Cecil. "Why do you ask, Cee? You got anything particular in mind?", he said with a grin which made the somewhat pale-skinned Cecil blush slightly.
"Well maybe I do!", he returned in an equally impish voice. "Well? Are you or are you not?"
Mehdi took the other boy's hand in his own. Cecil's was bigger, though not by much since neither boy had really started to hit their first growth spurt yet. "Of course I'm not busy", he said reassuringly. "Not if it's you asking." He smiled back at Cecil in a way that was beyond simply being friendly in Brian's opinion.
"Uh... Well, I guess that means I see you guys some other time then...", the taller boy said to the three other boys as he still held Mehdi's hand.
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, you guys too. I just remembered I have to clean my room or my dad will go ballistic on me. Seeya!" He started jogging off in the direction of where he lived, then he stopped and turned around. "Watch it with Steve, okay?", he said in a concerned-sounding voice. "He's not one to be trifled with, as they say." Then he hurried off again.
The small group split up after saying their mutual goodbyes, Brian and Simon turning back towards the house. Brian remembered Bobby's final warning though just before he left for home and his messy room. He was still uncertain though, should he or should he not bring his new friend over to school?
He pondered that thought the whole way home, holding hands with Simon. When they came within sight of the house they lived in, Brian stopped with a jerk. Dammit! The towel bags! They were still down at the lake! Oh CRAP! Simon grinned and held out his other hand, carrying both bags in it. Brian sighed a breath of relief, then put his arms around the small robot in a thankful hug. "You're so great, you know that?", he whispered, then sighed again as Simon hugged him back. "Let's get back home real quick, okay?"
They released each other and raced back to the house, not in a competition (because Simon would undoubtedly have won it), but just for the fun of running! Sometimes as a kid, you just have to do things for the sake of doing them, you know; like running home with your very BESTEST friend ever.
Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald stopped and turned as the two kids ran past them, whooping and yelling, and then thumping up the stairs back to Brian's room making an awful racket. They turned to each other. 'Thank goodness he's finally forgotten about that dog!', they communicated between themselves and smiled.
"...And THIS is a McBoeing BDA-9008 space-plane", Brian told Simon. The actual vehicle the model depicted was old and obsolete of course, but that didn't matter. "It's got four Olympus RV-600 electric turbofans for atmospheric flight, and dual Rolls Royce DBR-6 archlight plasmajet engines for high-altitude use and can boost almost sixty metric tonnes into orbit. And this..." He continued to describe all his models, from primitive jet fighters from past centuries (which were all scrapped anyway these days except for a few museum pieces) to the latest cargo lifters, serving the hyperspace-capable inter- and extraplanetary fleet. Of course, Simon knew all this already (and lots more as well), but it was fascinating hearing Brian re-tell everything in his own way. He didn't get even one detail wrong, and it made Simon really proud of his young master!
He'd tried asking Brian about school, what his favorite subjects were and such, because his programming said it was something new friends were supposed to talk about, but quickly abandoned the idea because Brian didn't exactly enjoy discussing that topic. Oh, he learned his stuff quickly enough in school, quickly enough to never having to actually do any homework despite how gruellingly hard his teachers tried to push him. Problem was, he didn't actually LIKE any of it. Nothing of it interested him, it was all just dry facts. His brain stored it, and then it dusted over as it waited there inside his head, ready to be used some day. Hopefully far, far into the future... Oh, yes. There was one thing he did struggle with. Creative subjects, such as writing and anything having to do with art. He just didn't try it at all. If he was supposed to write a 300-word summary over the weekend of a book, he'd begin by dutifully reading the book (which usually took him no more than half a day or so), then start the report by putting his name and the title of the book at the top and then sit there doing nothing for however long until his parents called him down to eat. Then he'd save what he got (which was nothing) on a datacrystal and stick it in his schoolbag and hand it in next monday morning. The school never bothered calling home to his parents anymore. They knew by now it wouldn't do anything except make Brian miserable.
The only interest Brian seemed to have developed over the years was building and painting his models. Strangely enough, even though he had become really good at it, he never tried to paint anything else. Even the slightest suggestion he'd just try it once would just serve to make him sullen and resentful.
Brian's models had started to overcrowd his room once, until one day when he'd read an article about kids in hospitals in his father's local morning paper...
No matter how far technology progressed, there always seemed to be some kind of demand for the printed word in one form or another, so even though the paper no longer actually came printed on paper, but on flexible sheets of plastic with a re-configurable pigment coating that could be used again and again (and even animated realtime for moving 2D images), it still served much the same purpose as in ages past. Brian's father read the paper at breakfast - a sacred moment of the day when nobody was allowed to disturb him. He'd usually respond to questions with a muted, "Mm-hmmm" or such, but if he didn't do even that, it was his right. Brian and his mother would talk a lot though (it wasn't mandatory that the rest of the family shut up), and his father would join them once he was done reading the news. In fact, mornings was just about the only time the family did have time to talk, as both parents worked until fairly late in the evenings on weekdays.
After breakfast, Brian would take the paper and give it a look, usually just leafing through the pages until he hit the funnies at the back, maybe reading an occational news story here and there. That day he saw a story about a kid who had lost both parents in an accident; a rotten tree had fallen over their tent in the night while the family had been hiking in a forest. He'd been badly injured too, and was just on his way to recovery. For some reason, Brian felt he had to do something for that other boy. He was far too shy to try to contact him, but maybe, if he sent him a gift, maybe he'd understand there were people out there who wished for him to get better? Without telling either of his parents, he selected one of his models, carefully wrapped it up and put it in a box and sent it off in the mail. He never knew if it reached that other boy or not since he had addressed it anonymously to the hospital with instructions to be delivered to the boy who had lost his parents. Inside was just a note, 'From a kid', it said. He hoped that was enough.
Since then, whenever he'd read about a sick or injured kid, he'd mail one of his models. It helped to keep his room somewhat free of clutter, though he had no idea of what his parents thought of the whole thing, if they even noticed old models being replaced by new, if they wondered what happened to the old ones... Maybe they thought he got tired of them and tossed them in the household recycler or something (which he'd NEVER do of course).
Brian told Simon all this, not really sure why; he was really shy after all and had kept that a secret from everybody. He had often wondered why he did it, sending models off in the mail... He knew though he had to do it anonymously, because what if the other kid didn't like the present? Simon tried to assure Brian that of course a kid would LOVE to get a present while hospitalized, but Brian would not let himself be convinced.
Simon took his master's hand in his own and looked him deep in the eyes. "Thanks...", he said. "That was a precious gift you just gave me..."
"What? How so?"
The boy hesitated for the shortest of moments. "I just think it was...", he said, knowing how much it had meant for the other boy. "I'm sure all those kids felt really happy. It was a kind thing to do."
Brian smiled a little. "You think so?", he said weakly.
Simon stepped in closer. "Not think; I KNOW it." Again, he felt so proud of his young master. He was glad he'd been given to such a kind young boy. He stepped even closer, while still looking into Brian's eyes. His master leaned closer and closer, and suddenly they were kissing again... Simon felt Brian's tongue gently pushing itself inbetween his lips, trying to emulate what Bobby had done to him. The young boy was a bit clumsy in his attempts, but it didn't matter to Simon, to him it was an experience unlike any other he'd had so far in his life, he was being touched by his master in a way he had never been before.
They were so close, only thin summer clothes separating them, both feeling the outlines of each other's bodies. Two slim boys, breathing deeply from equally deep desire. Finding things out about themselves for the first time. They moved over to the bed, sat down on it.