Author: wolfcub
Title: Summer Fun
Summary: A teenaged girl picks a pre-teen boy to be her summer boyfriend.
Keywords: bsolo fb bb 1st exhib preg?

Brian woke up happy. It was the first day of summer vacation, and he 
actually got to sleep late. Usually, his mother hauled him off to some 
summer program. If he was especially unlucky, it was at some daycare 
center that takes older children during the summer. Those really 
sucked. Sometimes, she left him with his grandparents. That wasn't too 
bad, but it got old fast. Regardless, it meant getting up early so that 
his mother could drop him off on her way to work.

This summer, however, she had decided that, at 11 years old, he was old 
enough (and responsible enough) to stay home by himself. It probably 
had as much to do with the fact that they had recently moved into a new 
house (well, new to them), which meant that money was a little tighter 
than it usually was.

Brian's mother had been very excited about finally being able to afford 
a house. Brian had been, too--at first. That had been before he had 
realized that there weren't any kids in the neighborhood. Actually, 
there was hardly anyone in the neighborhood. 

The house was at the back of a development that was only about half 
completed. Where their new house was, there were lots of roads, but few 
houses. Their house was one of only three on the whole block.

This, too, had at first seemed exciting because Brian had thought it 
would be fun to play in the woods, but after a few weeks of exploring, 
he found that it was no fun exploring alone.

But none of that mattered, right now, because Brian had gotten to sleep 
in on a Monday. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock on his 
dresser: 9:30. That still seemed kind of early to him, but it was two 
and a half hours later than usual. It would do for a start.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom in his underwear. He often 
spent weekend mornings in nothing but briefs, and that was usually all 
he wore after his bath in the evening. His mother didn't mind, at all. 
But what she did mind is when he left the bathroom door open when he 
peed. This morning, he made a point of leaving the door open--just 
because he could.

He made his way to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal but instead 
decided that potato chips would be better. He flopped down onto the 
sofa in the living room and turned on the TV, flipping channels in 
between cramming handfuls of chips into his mouth.

After half an hour, he complained out loud about there being nothing 
good on, and, simultaneously, his stomach complained out loud that the 
potato chips hadn't been such a good idea.

Leaving the nearly-empty bag on the couch, he wandered to his mother's 
room. Except for the occasional weekend mornings when he was allowed to 
climb into bed with his mother (something he still enjoyed, even at 
eleven), this place was off limits, which was why he chose it.

He walked in without hesitation. The first thing that attracted his 
attention was all the stuff on his mother's dresser. There were several 
jewelry boxes, some of which contained jewelry, and one of which 
contained the spare keys for the car, a handful of quarters, a glass 
marble, a braided leather keychain with a funny-looking key on the 
ring, a button that read, "I march to my own accordion," and a 
stainless steel cigarette lighter--that worked.

The top drawer of the dresser contained underwear, which didn't impress 
Brian. He was used to seeing his mother in panties and a t-shirt, which 
is what she often wore around the house. The rest of the drawers were 
equally uninteresting.

He walked over to the closet and opened the doors: another 
disappointment--until he saw the safe on the floor in the corner. He 
had to move some of his mother's shoes to get to it. It was only about 
a foot square and half a foot high, but it was very heavy. Brian pulled 
it out enough to get a good look at it.

It was locked, but the instant Brian saw the round slot on the front, 
he knew where the key was. He quickly grabbed the braided leather 
keychain from the not-jewelry box and unlocked the safe.

On top were some complicated-looking papers that had the name of a bank 
at the top and the address of their house. There was an envelop with 
his birth certificate and immunization papers. Another envelope 
contained his mother's birth certificate. He was surprised to figure 
out that his mother was thirty years old--not that that age meant 
anything to him, but rather because he realized that he hadn't 
previously known her age. He thought that that was something he should 
have known.

There were some papers that looked kind of like the certificates he 
sometimes got at school, but fancier, but he couldn't figure out what 
they were. The rest of the contents were equally unfathomable and 
uninteresting.

He carefully put everything back the way it had been--taking care to 
re-lock the safe and put it in the exact spot in which it had been, as 
indicated by the impression it had left in the carpeting. He couldn't 
remember exactly where the shoes had been, so he just tried to make 
them look neat and evenly-spaced, then he put the key back.

He fell back on his mother's bed, spreading out his arms and legs. He 
sighed and stared at the ceiling. A smile came to his face as a wicked 
thought entered his mind. He put his feet flat on the bed, raised his 
hips slightly, and shucked off his briefs. He tossed them on the floor, 
then laid back on the bed, spreadeagled and naked.

Brian laughed out loud. He wondered what his mother would think if she 
came home and found him naked on her bed. He tried to remember the last 
time his mother had seen him naked. He remembered her watching him 
bathe when he was six or seven, but he couldn't remember anything after 
that.

He got up and went into his mother's bathroom. There was a large mirror 
above the wide vanity. Brian considered his naked body. He was going to 
start middle school, in the fall, but he still looked very much like a 
little boy.

He went back to his mother's bed and flopped down on it. He laughed as 
another wicked thought entered his mind. He reached between his legs, 
wrapped his hand around his limp little penis, and began slowly 
stroking. 

He had always handled his penis a lot. His mother often teased him 
about it (but she had never actually told him to stop). Apparently, he 
had done it quite openly as a toddler, but more privately after he 
started school. However, it was only in the past six months, or so, 
that he had begun to actually masturbate.

Recently, his penis had been getting stiff more and more often, and 
sometimes, it wouldn't go soft again unless he stroked it. Mostly, he 
only stroked it when it got stiff on its own, but sometimes, like now, 
he made it get hard on purpose.

As Brian laid on his mother's bed, stroking his now-stiff penis faster 
and faster, he thought about the one time he had done it in the 
bathroom at school. His classroom had its own bathroom, and he could 
hear the other students in his class talking while he rubbed himself. 
Someone had knocked on the door just as he was finishing, and the surge 
of adrenaline added to the excitement. He was glad he had locked the 
door because whoever had knocked also tried the handle. The thrill of 
getting caught was an amazing feeling, but the fear of getting caught 
kept him from ever trying it again.

The memory of that time brought him to the edge, and he grunted out 
loud as his penis pulsed in his hand and just a few, tiny drops of 
fluid splashed onto his chest and belly. The amount of fluid was so 
slight that Brian didn't even realize what it was; he just thought it 
was a few drops of pee that leaked out.

He laid on the bed for a few minutes until his breathing slowed, then 
he got up, picked up his underwear, and wiped himself off with it. He 
was about the put the underwear back on, but he changed his mind. 
Instead, he walked naked to the utility room and threw them into the 
clothes hamper.

He walked naked into the garage, but there was nothing interesting 
there, so he went back into the house. He stood in the kitchen, 
wondering what to do next. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 
only 11:00. It was going to be a long summer.

He looked out the window at the backyard, and yet another wicked 
thought came to him. He walked to the back door, unlocked it, and stood 
there for a moment with the door knob in his hand. When he had built up 
enough courage, he opened the door and went outside naked.

The back yard was surrounded by woods, so no one could see him, but it 
was still thrilling to be naked outside of his house. He was beginning 
to enjoy the feel of the warm sun on his bare skin when he heard a 
small airplane approaching overhead. He ran back inside, disappointed 
that the back yard wasn't as private as he had thought.

Once again bored, he decided to get dressed and ride his kick scooter. 
The street on which he lived was about a quarter-mile long. His house 
was near one end, there was a house about half way down, and a third 
house on the other side of the street near the other end.

As he reached the end of the street, an older, silver VW Cabrio came 
around the corner. The top was down, and Brian could see the teenaged 
girl who was driving it. He had seen her around, but he had never 
spoken with her. By the time Brian realized that she had waved, the car 
was already in the driveway.

Brian turned around and was cruising past the driveway when the girl 
got out of the car. She was wearing a lime green, spaghetti strap tank 
top, and white shorty shorts. She smiled at him and said, "Hey!"

Brian realized that he was staring. He turned away and mumbled a weak, 
"Hey!"

A little further down the road, he looked back over his shoulder; the 
girl was still watching him. He rode to the end of the street, turned 
around, and rode back. The girl had gone inside.

Once again bored, Brian returned home and decided to watch TV. Perhaps 
staying home alone wasn't going to be the adventure he had hoped for.

A few hours later, he awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep on the 
couch in front of the TV. His mother was in the kitchen putting away a 
few groceries. "Did you sleep all day?"

Brian groggily made his way to the kitchen. "No, I just fell asleep 
watching TV."

"So, what did you do all alone by yourself?" She said it as if she were 
expecting an exciting tale in response.

"You know, just some stuff."

"I hope you got outside on this beautiful day. I hate being inside at 
work on a day like today."

"I rode my scooter for while."

"What did you do for lunch?"

Brian suddenly realized he was quite hungry. "I forgot about lunch," he 
admitted, slightly embarrassed.

"And that ravenous beast of a stomach of yours didn't remind you? No 
worries: I got stuff for lasagna." That was Brian's favorite.

Brian made a point of not even hinting to his mother that he might have 
been bored for most of the day. He was determined not to waste the 
opportunity that he had. His first day had been a miss, but he was new 
at it. He'd find something to do.


Unfortunately, nothing came to him the next morning. Although, he was 
proud of himself for making it to ten o'clock before waking up. At 
eleven, he was pushing his scooter up and down the street, like 
yesterday.

He was about ready to go back inside when the girl in the silver 
Volkswagen pulled into her driveway. She was wearing the same shorts as 
yesterday, but this time with a blue bikini top. She called to Brian as 
he passed. "Hi! You hungry?" She held up a large McDonald's bag.

Brian stopped at the end of her driveway. The girl laughed at the 
puzzled look on his face.

"I said, 'Are you hungry?'" Just then, the smell of hamburgers and 
french fries reached Brian's nose.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so, but I don't have any money."

"You guess so? Don't worry about the money: You don't have to pay for a 
gift. Come on, the milkshakes are going to melt, and the fries are 
going to get cold." She turned and walked towards the front door. Brian 
kicked up the driveway, dropped his scooter on the front lawn, and 
followed her inside.

"So, what's your name? I'm Summer—and if you laugh, I'll smack you!"

Brian wasn't sure what he wasn't supposed to be laughing at (or whether 
or not she'd really smack him, if he did), so he just uttered a feeble, 
"I'm Brian."

"Well, Brian, have a seat." She sat herself at the end of the dining 
room table and was laying out the contents of the bag. She pointed to 
the seat just to her right. Brian pulled the chair out and sat down.

"So, Brian, how come you're riding up and down our street all by 
yourself instead of playing with your friends."

"Um, well, I... None of my friends live around here, and there aren't 
any kids my age around here, either."

"Well, it's not that big a town. Do you have a bike? You could probably 
ride to where your friends live."

"Actually, uh, I don't really know where most of my friends live. I 
only know them from school. I had some friends at the apartments where 
my mom and I used to live, but that's way on the other side of town. 
I'm not allowed to ride in traffic."

"That sucks. I'm kinda in the same boat. My best friend is away at some 
camp, and most of my other friends either are on vacation with their 
parents, or they have day jobs, so I'm more or less on my own for the 
next couple of weeks. Its seems that we're both alone and bored. If we 
hung out together, at least we wouldn't be alone." 

In between scarfing french fries, Brian laughed at her little joke.

"You got that, huh?"

Brian pretended to be offended. "I'm not a little kid, you know: I'm 
gonna be twelve at the end of this year!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm sixteen, now, and a lot of boys my age aren't exactly 
all that swift. So, you're a brain, huh? Don't look like that! I'm just 
messing with you." Then she threw a french fry, which surprised Brian 
such that he didn't think to duck. It hit him squarely on the nose.

He laughed and threw one back at her. She was expecting it, so she 
caught it in her mouth. Brian threw another one. After she caught that 
one in her mouth as well, she said, "I can do this all day, French Fry 
Boy!" and tossed another one at Brian. It bounced off his chin onto the 
table.

"Open wide," she instructed, as she held up another fry, which she 
tossed perfectly into Brian's waiting mouth.

Instead of throwing the next one, she dunked it in her milkshake then 
popped it into her own mouth.

"Ew!" Brian's face contorted as he said it.

"Don't 'ew!' me! It's good. Besides, you have no place calling anything 
gross. Little boys are nasty, gross, disgusting monsters."

"I am *not* a little boy."

"Excuse me, almost-twelve-year-old-but-still-eleven nasty, gross, 
disgusting, monster boy."

"I'm not nasty, gross, or disgusting, either."

"You're right. You're actually kind of a cute little monster, aren't 
you?"

Brian felt his face grow very warm.

"Has a girl ever called you cute, before?"

"No. Well, my mom."

"That doesn't count. What about the girls in your class, at school? 
Haven't any of them ever called you cute?"

"No."

"Hmm. They must either be blind or shy. You've probably noticed that 
I'm *not* shy. Actually, I *am* rather shy--just not around cute, 
almost-twelve-year-old boys."

Brian felt his face grow warm, again.

"And stop staring at my breasts!"

Brian choked on his hamburger. "I wasn't staring at… I wasn't staring 
at anything!"

"I know. I'm messing with you, again. You can, if you want to, 
though--stare at my breasts, I mean."

The warmth spread to his neck, too.

"Oh, come on! Your almost-twelve-year-old self has already started to 
notice that girls are different from boys, I'm sure. It's okay if you 
look--just no touching." Summer laughed. "You know, if you turn any 
redder, you're going to catch fire." She reached forward and hissed, 
"Sss..." as she touched his left cheek with her index finger.

"I'm sorry. I'm just having way too much fun messing with you. Are you 
mad at me?"

"No," Brian answered in a tone that betrayed the fact that he was--just 
a little bit.

"Really, I'm sorry. My friends and I mess with each other all the time, 
and I just forgot that you don't know me very well, yet."

For some reason that Brian couldn't name, the 'yet' at the end of her 
apology made him feel good.

"Friends?" She held out her hand.

"Yeah, okay." Brian reached out to give her hand a perfunctory shake, 
but Summer didn't let it go so quickly. In fact, she held it long 
enough to make Brian just a little uncomfortable.

"So, you like holding a girl's hand?"

Brian snatched his hand away from her.

"I'm sorry: I'm doing it, again. I'll stop. Well, I'll try, but don't 
hold me to it. It'd really be easier if you just didn't take anything I 
said seriously."

Brian couldn't help laughing.

"That's better. So, what do you like to do for fun?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? You seem like a fun guy, to me. There must be 
something."

"I like playing LEGO City Undercover on my Wii."

"I love that game! Finish your shake, while I get it set up in the 
family room."

Summer let Brian play first. He knelt on the floor in the middle of the 
room and was soon rattling off everything he knew about the game as he 
played. Summer sat next to him, uttering approving uh huh's and yeah's, 
and occasionally offering her own knowledge of the few things Brian 
missed.

Slowly, Brian became aware of how close Summer was sitting to him. At 
first, she had been sitting cross-legged beside him. Then she shifted 
so that her legs were under her, and she was leaning towards Brian. 
Now, she was sitting behind him, with her legs spread out on either 
side of him, looking over his shoulder.

Brian also became aware of how good she smelled. He had never thought 
about how girls smelled, before, but he definitely decided that Summer 
smelled good. Every so often, she would touch his shoulder and lean 
towards his ear to make a comment. Every time she touched him, Brian 
felt a slight tingle move through his body.

Before long, she had her chin resting on his right shoulder and her 
arms around his waist. Brian felt his penis start to tingle, and he 
realized that it was getting stiff. Running over several pedestrians 
and slamming his car into a wall momentarily broke the spell.

"You wanna run the game for while?" Brian said, offering her the 
controller with one hand while adjusting himself with the other.

"No." Summer said, flatly. "I like watching you play."

Brian tried to shift his position to put a little distance between 
himself and Summer, but Summer wrapped her arms around him more 
tightly, pulling him back to her. She crossed her legs around him, then 
slipped a hand up the front of his shirt and gave his belly a quick 
rub. Brian squirmed a little.

"Do you ever go without a shirt?"

Brian was caught off guard by the question and crashed into another 
wall.

"My brother always went without a shirt, in the summer. Our dad said 
that most boys did when he was a kid. He said he couldn't figure out 
when or why boys started being embarrassed about going shirtless."

Brian paused the game.

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, but he's, like, twenty. He's away at college. He was supposed to 
come home for the summer, but he got a job. So, what about it? Do you 
ever go bare-chested?"

Brian thought for a moment. Around his mother, he was comfortable in 
his underwear, but around anyone else, he preferred to be dressed. Even 
at his grandparent's house, he always wore a shirt, and almost never 
went barefoot.

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"I bet you look good without a shirt."

She took the game controller from him and placed it on the floor. Then, 
without asking, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his 
head. Brian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't stop her, and he 
even raised his arms to make it easier for her.

Once his shirt was off, Summer hugged Brian close to her. With one 
hand, she rubbed his belly, and with the other hand, she rubbed his 
chest. She looked down over his shoulder.

"You do look nice. You should go without a shirt all the time."

She let him go, then crawled around in front of him. She reached 
forward with her index finger extended, touched him on the neck, then 
slowly drew a line to his belly button, which she poked. Brian giggled. 
She leaned towards him, touched her nose to his, and gave him a playful 
nudge. Brian giggled some more.

She leaned forward, again, but this time, she briefly touched her lips 
to Brian's. Brian drew a deep breath.

"So, was that the first time a girl kissed you?"

Brian blushed and looked down toward the floor. He noticed that the 
front of his shorts was sticking out. He adjusted himself, then held 
both hands to hide his bulge.

"It's okay if you get a stiffy," Summer said as she sat back. "Boys are 
supposed to get stiffies around pretty girls. It shows that you like 
them. A lot of boys get all embarrassed, but there's no reason to. It's 
really a compliment to the girl."

Brian continued to silently stare at the floor.

"I bet you have a nice one." Summer reached forward and hooked the tip 
of her finger onto the waistband of Brian's shorts, then pulled it a 
couple of inches away from his body. Brian moved his hands and let her.

Summer took a cautious peek inside. She could just see the tip of 
Brian's little penis poking out from his foreskin. "Nice!" she said, 
then eased the waistband back in place.

"I'm kind of tired of playing Wii. You wanna do something else?"

Brian shrugged.

Summer took Brian's hand, helped him up, and led him to the couch. She 
sat him down, then knelt on the couch with one knee on either side of 
him, sitting in his lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, then, 
holding the back of his head, leaned in and kissed him gently on the 
lips.

She waited for his reaction. Seeing his smile, she leaned in and kissed 
him again--this time, she opened her mouth just a little. On the next 
kiss, she lightly pressed her tongue just a little into Brian's mouth. 
When Brian tensed, she sat back.

"Whoa! You weren't ready for that, were you? When I kiss you, you have 
to kiss me back, okay?"

She leaned in, again. This time, when she pressed her tongue forward, 
she felt Brian's tongue push back.

"Are you sure you've never done this before? That was really good!"

The next time, she held the kiss longer, playing her tongue against 
Brian's. Brian gave back everything he got. Summer didn't let up until 
Brian started gasping for air.

"That was good, huh?"

Brian nodded enthusiastically.

Summer slid off Brian's lap and knelt in front of him. She laughed at 
the look of disappointment that formed on Brian's face.

"Don't worry: we're not done, yet."

She untied Brian's shoes and removed them, then removed his socks. She 
reached up, slipped her hands into the back of Brian's shorts, and 
pealed them off. Brian lifted his hips to assist. His penis caught on 
the waistband. When it broke free, it slapped against his belly.

Summer delicately grasped Brian's testicles in her left hand. She 
wrapped her right hand around his penis. It was thicker than she 
expected, but it was only about three inches long, so her hand 
completely engulfed it. For a moment, she didn't stroke; she just 
alternated between gently squeezing his testicles and penis.

Brian squirmed. No one had ever touched him like this, before, but he 
really liked it. It was way better than touching himself.

"Does that feel good?"

Brian gave another enthusiastic nod.

Summer rolled his testicles around and began stroking his penis. She 
counted silently in her head. When she reached thirty, Brian's body 
stiffened, and he let out a soft grunt. Judging from the size of his 
testicles (which seemed somewhat large, for a boy his age), she had 
expected a string or two of thick, white fluid to spurt out. She was 
surprised that there were only a few, clear drops.

She kept stroking. When Brian started to squirm, she tightened her grip 
on his testicles, and kept stroking. She fought his attempt to push her 
hands away, and kept stroking. When he was bent over, squirming, and 
whimpering, she still kept stroking. When he let out a cry, and his 
body stiffened for the second time, she finally stopped and let go.

She climbed up onto the couch, sat next to him, wrapped her arms around 
him, and gently rocked him.

"You didn't know you could keep going, did you? When you play with 
yourself, you always stop after the first one, right?"

"Yeah." Brian said softly before he realized that he had just admitted 
to a girl that he played with himself. Summer caught the look on his 
face.

"I have a brother," she explained. "I know all about masturbation. 
That's what it's called when you play with your penis until you get 
that good feeling. My brother started doing it when he was eleven. He 
used to do it a lot. I was always walking in on him." She thought for a 
moment, then laughed. "He wasn't even embarrassed! He didn't care who 
caught him."

Summer cuddled with Brian for a few minutes. Neither of them seemed in 
any hurry to move on to something else.

"Brian, are you okay with what we did, or did I creep you out?"

"Well, it was a little creepy, at first, but then I liked it."

"Are you still creeped out?"

"No, it was only creepy for a little bit, then it just felt good."

"Do you like sitting here, with me?"

"Yes."

"I like sitting here, with you. How about if we just sit here, 
cuddling, and watch a movie. Would you like that?"

"Okay."

They watched "Cars," which Brian had never seen. Brian fell asleep 
somewhere around Radiator Springs, and woke up again as McQueen was 
helping Weathers. He sat up and stretched.

"Have a nice nap?"

When the credits started rolling, Summer said, "I have to get ready for 
work, so you need to leave, but you can come back, tomorrow. I'll buy 
us lunch, again. Eleven thirty--and no shirt. Got it?"


The next day, Summer turned the corner onto her street and saw Brian 
rolling down her driveway on his scooter--sans shirt, as she had 
requested. He really was adorable, but she'd have to do something about 
those overly-long, baggy shorts.

When she turned off the car, Brian was at her side.

"Hey, Handsome. Nice bod!" Brian laughed. "You look great without a 
shirt. Try not wearing one whenever you can."

She led him into the dining room and put the pizza she had bought onto 
the table. Brian moved to open the box, but Summer put her hand on top 
of it to stop him.

"Before we eat, I want you naked." Brian balked. "Oh, come on! I saw 
you naked, yesterday, and the world didn't come to an end. I bought 
this pizza for a *naked* almost-twelve-year-old boy."

Brian kicked off his shoes and removed his socks by stepping on the toe 
with the opposite foot and pulling. He dropped his shorts and underwear 
in one motion, stepped out of them, then stood up straight and held out 
his arms as if to say, "There! Happy?"

"Much better," Summer approved. "You have a nice body. I want to see 
all of it when you're here. Got it?"

Brian laughed.

"Got it?"

"Okay, I got it."

"Got what?"

"Whenever I'm here, I have to be naked." He laughed when he said the 
word "naked."

"Good!" She removed her hand from the box. Brian grabbed a slice in a 
flash and crammed half of it into his mouth. 

"Be polite. Don't think I won't spank you." Brian's sudden pause made 
her laugh.

"Sorry," he said, with his mouth full.

"I'm serious. When I spank, I don't do it on the butt: I do it on the 
other side."

Brian thought for a moment, then realized what she meant. He swallowed 
hard. "Sorry," he said, in his most sincere voice.

"Don't choke yourself. Just be nice."

"Thanks for the pizza--and for lunch yesterday, too. May I have another 
slice."

"That's much better--and you're welcome." She picked up a slice of 
pizza and handed it to him. When he went to take it, she pulled it back 
and said, "Put your hands in your lap and keep them there."

Brian looked confused, but he did as she asked. She held the pizza up 
to his mouth and indicated that he should take a bite. She smiled at 
him when he did. She took a bite from the same slice, herself, then 
offered him another bite. "Don't look at me like that. You had my 
tongue in your mouth, yesterday. You're not going to get cooties from 
eating off the same slice as I am."

Brian hesitated a moment, then cautiously took another bite. They ate 
the rest of the pizza that way. Brian quickly got over any qualms he 
had had and was laughing as they finished off the last slice.

Summer leaned over, put her lips to Brian's, and kissed him. She drove 
her tongue deep into his mouth and didn't let up when he tried to pull 
away. After a few seconds, he relaxed and started kissing her back. 
Soon, they were wrestling tongues and only stopped when they were both 
laughing too hard to continue.

"Mmm…you  taste like pizza."

She got up and got them each a Coke from the refrigerator.

"So, are you gonna be my boyfriend?"

Brian was puzzled. "Don't you already have a boyfriend?"

"There are a lot of boys who are my friends--well, not a lot, really, 
but a few--but none of them is my boyfriend. I like them all too much 
to choose any one of them. Besides, none of them are safe."

"Safe?"

"Never mind. I have a handsome little boy right here that I want to be 
my boyfriend."

"I'm not a little boy, I'm..."

"...almost twelve, I know. I'm sorry. I have a handsome little man 
right here, and I want him to be my boyfriend."

Brian was confused between the "little" and "man" parts, but he let it 
slide.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"I'll be your boyfriend."

"Good! Now, the first thing we need to do is take a picture of you, so 
I can carry it around in my wallet." She reached for her phone, which 
she had laid on the table when they had come in. "Stand over there."

"But, I'm naked!"

"Those are the best kind."

"You can't take a picture of me naked!"

"Yes, I can!" She snapped of picture of him in the chair, to prove that 
she could. "Now, I want to take another picture of you standing over 
there."

"Hey!" Brian had a sudden idea. "Do I get to take a picture of you 
naked?"

"Why?"

"If you have to have a picture of me, don't I have to have a picture of 
you?"

"Do you have a wallet?"

Brian stopped, for a moment. Summer took another picture of him, then 
she knelt beside him and kissed the tip of his limp little penis. She 
stood up, pulling Brian with her, and marched him over against the 
mostly-blank wall of the dining room. He smiled for her, sheepishly, 
when she took his picture.

"Now, turn around. I want to get a picture of that cute butt of yours."

Brian giggled. He turned around, put his hands on his hips, and looked 
over his shoulder as he stuck his butt out for her. She quickly snapped 
the picture.

"Beautiful! That was perfect. Now, a few more."

She led him around the house, taking pictures of him lying on the sofa 
in the living room, lying on the floor in the family room, sitting on 
an overstuffed chair with his legs draped over the arms, crawling 
across the floor like a cat.

After about a dozen pictures, she said, "Okay, let's go post these on 
the Internet."

"Hey!" Brian protested, reaching for her phone. She held it out of his 
reach.

"I'm only joking! These pictures are only for me--and one hundred of my 
closest friends."

Brian glared at her.

"Easy, Tiger! I'm joking, again. I'm too jealous to share your naked 
body with anyone; I want it all to myself."

With that, she knelt down, wrapped her arms around his thighs, and 
hoisted him over her shoulder. She gave his butt a few playful swats as 
she carried him to her bedroom, where she deposited him onto her bed.

"It's time to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do."

"Are we going to kiss some more?" Brian asked, hopefully.

"You're so sweet! Can you think of anything else that boyfriends and 
girlfriends do?"

"Hold hands."

"What else?"

"Hug."

"What else?"

Brian thought.

"Go out on dates?"

"We might do that later this week. What else?"

Brian thought some more. When Summer took off her shirt to reveal her 
naked breasts, Brian's jaw dropped open.

"What else?"

"Uh..."

Summer pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving her 
standing in front of Brian wearing only a pair of skimpy, silk panties. 
(She hadn't worn shoes when she went for the pizza.)

Brian was lying on the bed, but he had propped himself up on his 
elbows. His little penis was now pointing straight up at the ceiling.

"What else?"

Brian still had his mouth open, and his eyes seemed like they were 
glazing over.

"I'll give you a hint," Summer said, as she removed the silk panties. 
"Mommies and daddies do it when they want to make a baby."

Brian closed his mouth and swallowed hard.

Summer climbed into bed next to him. She laid on her side and started 
running her fingers lightly over his chest and belly. After a while, 
she ran her hand first down one thigh and back up, again, then down the 
other. She kept getting close to his boy parts, but, for now, she 
avoided actually touching them.

Brian was staring at the naked breasts that were just inches from his 
face.

"You can touch them, if you like."

When Brian didn't respond, she gently took one of his hands and placed 
it on one of her breasts. Brian smiled the biggest smile Summer had 
ever seen.

She continued to stroke and caress his body, touching him everywhere 
except his boy parts. At last, she sat up, straddled his legs, and sat 
on his thighs, her vulva very close to--but not quite touching--his 
stiff little penis.

She placed both hands on his stomach, fingers spread wide, stroked up 
to his chest, then down each side. She leaned over to kiss him, and her 
belly pressed against his penis. She sat back up, laughing at the 
expression on his face.

She took his penis into her hand, raised up slightly, and put the tip 
next to the entrance of her vagina. She hesitated a moment, released 
his penis, and sat back down on his thighs. Brian whimpered.

"I was just thinking: Do you like me being on top, or do you want to be 
on top for your first time? I'm assuming this is your first time, 
right?"

Brian was trembling. Summer thought for a moment, then rolled off Brian 
and onto her back, spreading her legs.

"I think you should be on top for your first time."

Brian hesitated for a moment, then scrambled to climb on top of Summer. 
He didn't quite know where to put his penis, but his hips knew, all on 
their own, that they were supposed to be thrusting. Brian started some 
convulsive humping that brushed his penis alternately along Summer's 
inner thighs and vulva. She grabbed his hips to steady him and urged 
him to calm down.

She reached between Brian's legs, grabbed his penis, and guided it to 
the correct spot.

"Now, slowly."

Brian's penis slid easily into Summer's wet vagina. She held him 
tightly so that he couldn't start thrusting, just yet.

"Nice and easy. Just hold yourself there, for a moment, and get used to 
being inside me."

Brian was trembling slightly. He stiffened for a few seconds, then 
relaxed, collapsing on top of Summer.

"You just came, didn't you?"

Brian's only response was a deep, heavy breathing.

"You little brat!" she said, playfully. "I can feel you going soft! 
You're supposed to give your lady a chance to have some fun, too, you 
know."

"Sorry," he said, pathetically, between gasps.

Summer hugged him tightly, then rubbed his back.

"That's okay, Speedy. I'm just teasing, again. Actually, it feels kinda 
good to know that my pussy is so nice that it got you off just by 
touching your little penis. We'll just wait for you to get hard, again, 
and we'll have another go."

She kissed him gently on the forehead. She continued rubbing his back 
and buttocks. In just a few minutes, she could feel Brian's stiff penis 
poking her.

"That was fast! Let's try it, again. Just slip inside me, and hold 
yourself there."

She once again guided him to the proper spot, and he slipped right in. 
Brian took a series of deep breaths, holding each one for several 
seconds. When his breathing was closer to normal, she relaxed her grip 
on him and told him to try thrusting slowly. Brian just laid there.

"Pull out, a little, Honey. Just a little."

Brian started to pull out, but it felt so good being inside of Summer 
that he immediately pushed back in.

"That's good, Sweetie. Do that, again."

Brian stroked a few more times, then his hips started jerking wildly. 
He slipped out of Summer, but continued humping air. Summer forced him 
to stop, then guided him back in.

"Try to go slowly. You're doing great."

Brian managed a few, slow thrusts, but then began speeding up. He 
slipped out after about a half-dozen stabs.

"Slowly, Honey. Just move a little bit. Try to stay inside me."

She guided him back in.

"You have a very nice little penis, and it feels really good inside me, 
but it's too small for you to be thrusting hard, like that. Just go 
slowly."

Brian gave a few, tentative thrusts, then started moving with a slow, 
steady rhythm.

"That's it, Sweetie. Just like that!"

Brian managed about two dozen thrusts before he pushed hard into 
Summer, grunted, then collapsed on her once more.

"Very, good, Sweetie! That was great!"

Summer softly stroked from Brian's shoulders down to his buttocks and 
back with both hands. She knew it would be a while before Brian would 
ever give her an orgasm, but she also knew that it would be worth the 
wait--and teaching him was its own fun, too.

She nudged him when she felt him drifting off.

"Don't go to sleep just yet, Brian. Let's try one more time."

She reached between their bodies, found his testicles, and gently 
rolled them in her fingers. She gave his little penis a couple tugs, 
then returned to his testicles. Just when she was beginning to think he 
wouldn't get hard, again, she tugged on his penis and found it was 
firming up. Another minute, and he was completely stiff.

She guided him back in, and he immediately began with the slow, steady 
thrusting. He's a quick learner! Summer thought, happily. This time, he 
lasted nearly a full minute.

After he collapsed, she let him drift off to sleep, enjoying the feel 
of his warm, soft flesh pressed against hers. He woke up about fifteen 
minutes later with another stiffy. Over the next hour, he managed four 
more one-minute couplings with Summer. After that, no amount of coaxing 
could make his penis stiffen.

"I think we wore your little guy out, Snuggle Bear. We better let him 
rest until tomorrow."

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing Mario Cart, until Summer 
had to get ready for work.

"Tomorrow: ten o'clock--and no shoes."


The next day, as Brian made his way down the street, he was glad he 
decided to leave his scooter at home. He wasn't used to going barefoot, 
and just walking on the asphalt road was uncomfortable. He quickly took 
to the grass at the side of the street.

As he approached Summer's house, he saw her VW parked in the driveway, 
with the top up. He walked across Summer's front yard to the door, and 
rang the doorbell. He was about to ring the bell again, when the door 
suddenly opened.

"Good morning, Handsome!"

Summer stood before him wearing a yellow bikini top and yellow shorty 
shorts. Brian stumbled back and almost fell as he tried to get out of 
her way when she unexpectedly exited the house, locking the door behind 
her.

"Come on!"

She walked to her car, unlocked it, opened the door, and said, "Get in."

Brian hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not supposed to get in cars with people my mom doesn't know."

"You're not supposed to fuck the sixteen-year-old neighbor girl, 
either. What's your point?"

Brian was surprised by her use of that taboo word.

"I know. If I had kids, I'd have the same rule. My parents have the 
same rule. It's a good rule. But I'm a good driver. And if we ask your 
mother for permission, she'll want to know why her eleven-year-old son 
is hanging out with a sixteen-year-old girl. Then, she'll want to meet 
my parents. Then, my parents will want to know why their 
sixteen-year-old daughter is hanging out with an eleven-year-old boy." 
She thought for a moment. "Actually, they probably already know why. 
Anyway, there's a tried and true saying that it's easier to get 
forgiveness than permission."

Brian still hesitated.

"Do you want to go on a date, or not?"

Brian jumped in, climbed over the center console, and buckled himself 
into the passenger's seat. Summer had the top and windows down, and had 
backed the car out into the street before Brian remembered that he 
wasn't wearing a shirt. Or shoes. Well, Summer wasn't wearing shoes, 
either, so where ever they were going, he guessed they wouldn't need 
them.

He quickly forgot that what he was doing was wrong, and just enjoyed 
the ride. Summer drove fast. She got very close to stop signs before 
firmly applying the brakes, she left them with a slight chirp from the 
tires, and she didn't much slow down for turns. She did stay within the 
speed limit (her father had promised that the first ticket meant no 
more car until she bought her own--after she turned eighteen), but with 
the top down, Brian didn't notice.

At the first stop light, Summer thought about what she was doing. Now 
that it was actually happening, some things became clear to her that 
she hadn't previously considered. She was driving around town with a 
half-naked eleven-year-old boy.

It had been different when she had been the eleven-year-old, and it was 
her sixteen-year-old brother that had been driving. Anyone who knew 
their family knew that her brother rarely wore a shirt and that she 
frequently wore too-short shorts and a top that left most of her 
shoulders and belly bare. But the boy in her car wasn't her brother.

If one of her parent's friends saw them, there'd be the inevitable, 
"So, who was that cute little boy that Summer was driving around the 
other day?" Actually, she could deal with that. The real problem was if 
someone who knew Brian's mother saw them. The conversation that began 
with "Why was Brian driving around town with no clothes on with some 
scantily-dressed teenaged girl" and led to "Who are you, and what have 
you been doing with my son?" was the one she wanted to avoid.

The imminent change of the light interrupted her thoughts. Driving 
consumed her attention for the rest of the trip. After she parked her 
car in the lot at Golf and Games, she decided it was too late to worry 
about the consequences.

"Cool!" Brian said, approvingly. "I've never been here, before, but 
I've heard my friends talk about it."

Brian was so excited that he forgot that he was wearing nothing but 
shorts. He followed Summer to a window in the side of the main 
building. There were putters lined up against the wall under the 
window. A teenaged boy on the other side of the opening greeted them.

"Hey, Summer! I didn't know you had a little brother."

"He's not my brother, Matt; he's my boyfriend."

Brian blushed; Matt laughed.

"I thought you didn't have boyfriends."

"No, just not teenaged boyfriends." She gave Matt a look that left him 
wondering whether or not she was serious. "We're neighbors. Neither one 
of us had anything to do, this week, so we thought it'd be cool to hang 
out, together."

"Lucky for him!"

"Lucky for me! Two, please."

Summer handed Matt some money, and Matt handed Summer two golf balls, 
then Summer showed Brian how to pick a club that was the right size (or 
close enough).

Brian had never played miniature golf, before, so for the first few 
holes, Summer stood behind him, with her feet next to his and her hands 
over his, then rocked him through the motion of hitting the ball.

At the third hole, Brian said sadly, "I'm not very good, am I?"

"It takes time. You're doing better than I did, the first time I 
played."

After a few more holes, he did start to improve--enough to begin 
enjoying the game.

While playing the seventh hole, they were interrupted. "So, like, you 
get a job babysitting, this summer, and that's why we haven't seen you 
all week?"

Brian turned to see two teenaged boys waiting for Summer and him to 
finish the hole.

"He doesn't need babysitting--unlike you--and no, I've just been 
avoiding you."

The other boy said, "Ouch! That hurt!"

"No, she's just playing hard to get."

Summer put her arm around Brian and hugged him close to her.

"I'm not *that* hard to get."

"Dude! You want me to dial 911 for you?"

"Brian, these are a couple of my friends. The loud-mouthed one is 
Justin, and his sidekick is Alex. They're not really jerks: they just 
play ones on TV."

"Bry!" Alex raised his hand for a high five. "What's up, Little Man?"

Brian just gave him a dirty look.

"It's okay, Brian." Summer still had her arm around him, and she gave 
him another squeeze and rubbed his shoulder. "They're cool. We just 
mess with each other a lot, like I said." To Justin and Alex, "I 
thought you guys had jobs."

"Next week," Justin lamented. "Altoid and I start Monday at my dad's 
place. It's gonna be a real drag, but my dad will ride me all summer if 
I don't take the job."

"I don't know, Bieber, I'm looking forward to having some cash, for a 
change. Maybe Summer, here, will finally agree to go out with me."

"In your dreams! She'd go out with me before she'd go out with you."

"Sorry, boys, I already have a summer boyfriend." She gave Brian yet 
another squeeze.

"Little Man, you are one lucky dude," Alex told Brian. "You know how 
many guys have been chasing after Summer since she sprouted casabas?" 
The last part had accompanying hand gestures.

"Alex!" Summer scolded, playfully, as she placed her hands over Brian's 
ears. "Don't be rude. Little pitchers…"

Brian shrugged off Summer. She, Justin, and Alex all laughed. Brian 
didn't know what to think until Alex repeated his earlier gesture and 
mouthed, "Awesome casabas." He laughed with them.

"So, is Brian, like, your little brother?"

"Alex!" Summer gave Alex a dirty look. "You guys can join us, if you 
want, but if you can't behave yourselves, just play through."

Justin and Alex joined them for the rest of the game. Brian didn't know 
it, but he was a little jealous, at first, and resented the presence of 
the other boys. After a few holes, though, he realized that Summer 
didn't touch the other boys or stand really close to them the way she 
did with him, and his mood lightened.

His penis stiffened, too. When he and Summer were waiting for their 
turn, Summer would stand with her arm around Brian's shoulders. If they 
were waiting on a bench, she'd rest her hand on his knee. When it was 
his turn, she'd guide him to the tee with a gentle push on his butt. 
All this touching was making him tingle. He soon had a full-on stiffy, 
and no amount of adjusting would hide the tent in his shorts.

Summer caught his eye, looked down at his shorts, then back into his 
eyes and smiled. Brian remembered what she had said about not being 
embarrassed--that it was a compliment. He quit worrying about it and 
just enjoyed the game--and more of Summer's touching.

After the 18th hole, Justin and Alex took off, but Summer and Brian 
stayed and got lunch. She bought a slaw dog and a Chicago dog. Brian 
was suspicious, at first. He'd never heard of anyone piling junk like 
that on a hot dog, but they turned out to be really good. He even liked 
sharing them with Summer, like they had done with the pizza.

When something would fall onto his chin, she'd wipe it up with a 
finger. Sometimes, she offered the finger to Brian, and he'd suck it 
clean; other times, she'd stick it in her own mouth. They also took 
turns tossing french fries for each other.

The Golf and Games wasn't very busy, but there was a steady trickle of 
people. Brian was oblivious to them--Summer had his full attention--but 
Summer noticed the occasional odd look that she and Brian got. It was 
fun to imagine what people must be thinking about them, which is why 
she had wanted to come here.

Back home, Summer had flopped down on the couch, and a naked Brian was 
lying on top of her. (Summer reminded him to remove his shorts as soon 
as they had walked in the door.)

"Am I really your boyfriend?"

"Of course, you are. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you told Matt, and Justin, and Alex that I was, but then you 
seemed to joke about it. They did too. Am I really your boyfriend, or 
are you just messing with me?"

"Does it matter? Either way, you still get to fuck me."

There was that word, again.

"What? Does that word bother you?"

"No," Brian said, sheepishly. "It's just that I didn't know that that's 
what it meant."

"What did you think it meant?"

"I don't know. I just thought it was a bad word."

"What word do you want me to use? Screw? Hump? Bang? Drill? Jump? 
Pork?" Brian giggled with each new word. "Or are you more proper and 
prefer make love, have sexual intercourse, or mate?"

That last word piqued Brian's interest.

"Is that what we did, mate?"

"Well, it depends on how you define 'mate,' but yes."

Brian considered this.

"Are you gonna have my baby?"

Summer laughed.

"Is that what you think 'mate' means?"

"Isn't that what dogs and cats do to make puppies and kittens?"

"Well, in that sense of the word, I guess we didn't mate. You're too 
young to make a baby. That's what I meant when I said you were safe."

"How do you know?"

"That you're safe? When a boy has an orgasm…" Brian's face contorted. 
"That's that tingly, pulsing feeling you get after rubbing your penis 
long enough. When a boy has an orgasm, nothing comes out. When he gets 
older, he squirts a thick, white fluid called semen, which carries the 
sperm that make a baby. You just spray a few drops. There isn't much, 
and it's thin and clear, so you're probably safe--for a while, anyway."

"What if I'm not?"

"Well, then," Summer said in her silliest baby talk, "I'll just have 
the cootest widdle baby a woman ever had!"

They both laughed.

"Matt, Justin, and Alex--and a few other boys--are my friends, but none 
of them is my boyfriend."

"So, does that mean that they don't get to..." He hesitated a moment. 
"You know, fuck you?" A nervous laughter accompanied that taboo word.

"It's okay. You can say 'fuck.' No, none of them have ever fucked me. 
But, that's not something you talk about with anyone else. Got it? You 
don't tell anyone that you and I are fucking, either. That's our little 
secret."

"But they know I'm your boyfriend."

"Well, not all girls let their boyfriends fuck them. Plus, they really 
didn't know what to think when I told them you were my boyfriend. They 
probably just thought I was teasing."

"Is there any other boy who you let..." He didn't hesitate as long, 
this time. "Fuck you?"

"That's none of your business," she told him, matter-of-factly. "When 
you have sex with someone, you don't go around blabbing about it. But, 
to satisfy your curiosity, yes, I have had sex with other guys, before, 
but I haven't had sex with a guy since Christmas--except, of course, 
with you.

"Speaking of which, I can feel that your little penis is all nice and 
stiff, and I really want it inside me, right now. Do you think you can 
figure out how to get my clothes off?"

Brian needed some help with her bikini top, but she only had to raise 
her hips a little for him to get her shorts and panties off. His penis 
had no problem finding the right spot (He does learn fast!), but she 
had to steady him and remind him about going slowly.

Brian's hips wanted to run off on their own, but he struggled to 
maintain a steady pace. He was rewarded with ever-increasing coos and 
moans from Summer. This time, it was almost two minutes before he 
pressed hard into her and felt his penis throb.

"Mmm...that was nice, Lover Boy. You did a good job of working your 
little guy inside me. When you're ready to go, again, do it just like 
that."

Brian recovered quickly, and he lasted a little longer. After their 
forth coupling, it was time for Summer to get ready for work.

"Look, Sweetie, I can't see you, tomorrow: I have other things I need 
to do. But I can see you on Monday. Come over here at ten o'clock. And 
I want you to do a couple of things for me. First, I want you to spend 
fifteen minutes naked in your backyard, tomorrow."

"What if somebody sees me?"

"Who's going to see you? There's nobody around here."

"Someone in an airplane might see me."

"Someone in an airplane?" Summer shook her head. "Well, if you hear an 
airplane, go stand under a tree, or something, until it goes away."

"Okay," Brian answered, seriously. Summer smiled.

"But set a timer--just fifteen minutes. I want you to start tanning 
that cute little butt of yours, but I don't want you to burn it."

Brian giggled.

"If your mom's not around anytime on the weekend, try to do fifteen 
minutes each on Saturday and Sunday, too--but don't risk getting 
caught."

"She's usually home, or we go somewhere, together."

"If you can. If not, that's okay. The other thing that I want you to do 
is going to be really difficult, but I want you to try really hard. Try 
not to masturbate over the weekend. Try not to have an orgasm until 
we're together on Monday. Okay?"

Brian blushed. It was still embarrassing to talk with a girl about 
masturbating, even if he had had sex with the girl.

"Remember, I have a brother, so I know how horny little boys get. I 
won't be mad at you if you do masturbate, but try not to. If you just 
can't wait, don't feel bad. Try not to stroke yourself, at all, because 
once you start, you'll probably have to finish, but if you can't help 
yourself, try stroking for a little while, then see if you can stop 
before you orgasm."

"Okay."

"I want you to promise me two things: first, promise that you'll try 
really hard not to masturbate; second, promise that, if you do have to 
masturbate, you won't feel bad about it. Okay?"

"I promise."

"Good boy!" She kissed him on the forehead and reminded him to put his 
shorts on before sending him home.


When Brian showed up at Summer's house on Monday morning, he already 
had an erection. His penis had been stiff since he had woken up, twenty 
minutes earlier. The skimpy, blue, string bikini that Summer was 
wearing did nothing to make it go away.

"So, did you make it?" Summer asked. After seeing the puzzled look on 
Brian's face, she continued. "Were you able to keep your hands off that 
little penis of yours?"

Brian looked at the ground. "Well..."

"Remember, I told you I wouldn't be mad."

"I didn't masturbate at all, on Friday," he said, enthusiastically. 
Then, dejectedly, "But when I woke up Saturday morning, it was really 
stiff and sore. I couldn't help myself. I got close to having an or..." 
He struggled for the word.

"Orgasm."

"Right! I got close to having an orgasm when my mom knocked on the 
door. She just came right in!" Then, quietly, "I think she saw what I 
was doing because she had a funny look on her face."

Summer laughed. "Busted, huh? What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything; she just gave me a funny look. Anyway, she 
told me to get up because we were going to the beach, and she wanted to 
get there before it got too hot. When we got home, I masturbated in the 
shower." Cheerfully, he added, "I went all day Sunday without doing it! 
It was stiff when I woke up this morning, but I didn't masturbate."

"Have you been stiff all morning?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know a boy could stay stiff that long."

"I only got up a little bit before coming here."

"Well, I'm very proud of you. Masturbating only once in three days is 
an amazing accomplishment for a boy your age." Brian smiled, 
sheepishly. "From now on, I want you to try really hard to only orgasm 
when you're with me, okay? I'll understand, if you can't help yourself, 
but I want you to try really hard to save up your energy for me. Got 
it?"

"Okay."

"How about tanning? Did you get some sun on that cute little butt of 
yours?"

Brian smiled. "I did on Friday, but my mom and I were together all 
weekend."

"Well, that's good. I'm glad that your mom spends time with you, but I 
want to work on eliminating your tan lines, so we're going to go out 
back for about fifteen minutes, and I'm going to shoot some video of 
you playing."

Brian frowned. "Naked?"

"Yes, naked! When I couldn't see you for three whole days, I looked at 
the pictures I had taken of you, and I wasn't so sad."

Brian grumbled as Summer dragged him outside, but he didn't resist.

Summer tossed him a soccer ball.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Just kick it around, a little."

After a few minutes, she talked him into trying some cart wheels, which 
he couldn't do, and standing on his hands, which he couldn't quite do, 
either. It didn't matter to Summer; she got the shots that she wanted: 
nearly fifteen minutes of Brian's little penis flopping around, 
including some great shots of his little package hanging down between 
his legs from behind.

"That was great! You're so cute! Did I tell you that the picture of you 
showing off your butt got 500 likes on my Facebook page?"

Brian's mouth fell open.

"I'm joking! It only got 100 likes." 

"You said that those pictures were just for you!"

"I'm just messing with you. I did tell you that those pictures were 
just for me; however, I never made such a promise about this video..."

"Ha, ha."

"Now you're catching on! Come inside. I have something for you."

Summer handed him a pair of swim shorts and had him put them on. They 
were snug, and they didn't even go a quarter of the way down his thighs.

"Do you like them?"

"They look like boxers."

"It's a swimsuit. Not quite a proper swimsuit, but it's better than 
those shorts that you wear, and I bet it's better than your own 
swimsuit."

"There's nothing wrong with my swimsuit."

"I bet it's one of those with the legs that go down below your knees, 
isn't it?"

Brian didn't answer, but the scowl on his face told Summer that she had 
guessed right. Instead, he asked, "What's a proper swimsuit?" He said 
the word 'proper' with all the sarcasm he could muster, which was quite 
a lot.

"Your birthday suit is the best swimsuit. If you can't wear that, than 
a racer is a decent substitute."

"You mean like a Speedo?"

"Yeah, but Speedo makes suits that aren't racers, too, but most people 
refer to racers as Speedos. I didn't think I could get you to wear one 
of those--yet."

Brian was a little worried about the 'yet' part.

"You mean I have to wear this someplace?"

"You *get* to wear it. To the beach." Summer found Brian's look of 
exasperation amusing. "Did you have fun at the beach with your mom on 
Saturday?"

"Yes."

"Don't you think you'll have fun at the beach with me, today?"

"If I don't die of embarrassment."

"You're embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"No! I'm embarrassed to be seen in underwear."

"It's not underwear; it's a swimsuit. Besides, anyone who sees you will 
be so impressed that you're with such a pretty girl in such a hot 
bikini that they won't even notice what you're wearing."

Brian thought about that and decided that he liked it.

When Summer pulled into the driveway of a house a few miles away, Brian 
gave her a questioning look. Before she could answer, a teenaged girl 
in a yellow bikini as skimpy as Summer's came out the front door and 
bounded towards the car. She hopped into the back seat without waiting 
for either Summer or Brian to open a door.

"So, Summer, who's the cute little guy in the front seat?"

"Brian, say hello to Amber."

"Hi, Amber," Brian said, quietly.

"Hi, Brian! Are you Summer's cousin, or something?"

"He's my boyfriend," Summer answered for him.

"Hmm...Looks more like your little brother, to me."

"Amber!"

"I just call 'em like I see 'em, girlfriend."

They also picked up Reyna, whose skimpy bikini was florescent green.

"I thought your friends were on vacation or working or something."

"Brian, be nice!"

"I'm just asking!"

"Amber and Reyna worked this weekend so they could get today off to go 
to the beach with us. Isn't that great?"

Part of Brian wanted to have Summer all to himself; another part liked 
the idea of spending the day with three, pretty girls in skimpy 
bikinis--even if he was going to have trouble hiding his enthusiasm in 
his own, meager swimsuit.

Once at the beach, Brian forgot all his concerns and just thoroughly 
enjoyed himself. The little boy in him had fun playing in the sand and 
surf, and the developing pre-teen in him enjoyed the bumps, nudges, and 
grabs from the girls. He especially enjoyed when they insisted on 
ensuring that he was adequately covered with sunscreen. Though he had 
insisted he could put it on himself, he was glad that they didn't let 
him. 

It was also fun when they hit the showers, and the girls had to make 
certain that every last grain of sand had been washed from his body, 
which had included Summer pulling at the waistband of his 
swimsuit--front and back--to wash inside.

Instead of going directly to the car, Reyna led them to a small 
playground adjacent to the parking lot. There was no one else there. In 
fact, being Monday, the beach had been populated with mostly older 
adults.

Reyna climbed up on the bars and turned to face the lagging others. She 
was standing on the bars with her feet spread wide and her arms raised. 
Summer pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Amber climbed up with her, and they both insisted that Brian join them. 
Summer took a picture of Brian sandwiched between the two, playful 
teens.

"I want one of me," Summer said, as she handed her phone to Amber. Just 
as Amber was about to snap the picture, Summer leaned over and kissed 
Brian on the cheek, then Reyna wanted a picture of both her and Summer 
kissing Brian on opposite cheeks, then Amber wanted her turn.

"Take one of us sliding down the slide," Summer yelled to Reyna, then 
she dragged Brian to the top of the tower from which the slide 
descended.

"Let's play a trick on Reyna," Summer whispered. "Take off your suit, 
so when you slide down, she'll see you naked."

"No way!"

"Oh, come on! It'll be funny! You don't have to be embarrassed for 
Reyna and Amber to see you naked. They both think you're really cute."

"What if someone else sees me?"

"There's no one else here, and you can't see the slide from the parking 
lot."

"Are you guys going down the slide, or what?" Reyna yelled.

"Please?"

Brian ducked past her and dove down the slide, head first. Summer was 
right behind him. At the bottom, she picked him up off the ground and 
tickled him. Brian struggled free.

"You little snot!"

"What took you so long?"

"I was going to surprise you by having Brian slide down naked, but he 
wouldn't do it. He didn't want you guys to see his little penis. I 
think it's stiff, or something."

Amber came to Brian's rescue. "Brian, don't let Summer talk about you, 
like that. You're brave enough to be naked in front of us, right?"

"I'm not scared; I just don't want to, that's all."

Amber stood behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, and bent 
down to whisper in his ear.

"Go ahead, show Summer how brave you are. Go down the slide naked for 
us."

Brian shook his head.

"It's okay if you have a stiffy. Boys get them all the time. I have two 
older brothers, so I know all about that. Besides, Summer's brother 
used to go naked in front of Reyna and me all the time. Do it for me."

Amber took Brian's hand and led him up the stairs. Brian went 
willingly, if not enthusiastically.

"Okay?"

Brian nodded. He drew a deep breath when Amber grabbed the sides of his 
swimsuit, then whined faintly when she pulled it down to his ankles. 
His stiff penis slapped against his belly. She gave him a gentle pat on 
his bare bottom, and down he went, feet-first, this time.

Reyna applauded when Brian landed on his feet in the white sand at the 
bottom of the slide. Amber was right behind him. She hugged him from 
behind and kissed him on the cheek. 

Summer had been videoing from the moment Brian and Amber had started up 
toward the slide, and she continued recording as, for the next fifteen 
minutes, the girls coached Brian through climbing, hanging, jumping, 
and sliding. His stiff little penis bouncing the whole time.

They even talked him into walking back to the car naked, and 
successfully diverted him back to the showers to wash off the sand they 
had accumulated on the playground. Brian nervously watched the path 
leading from the beach and the entrance to the parking lot, but no one 
appeared. 

It had actually been quite fun to run around outside naked. The thought 
of getting caught made it even more exciting. It was particularly 
naughty to be riding in the front seat of Summer's car without any 
clothes on.

When they got to the Sonic, a few blocks away, the girls teased Brian 
that he'd have to stay naked until their food was delivered, but they 
gave him back his swimsuit just in time for him to surreptitiously don 
it before a teenaged girl in a Sonic uniform approached the car.

"Sorry, we don't serve tramps in convertibles: this is a family 
restaurant," the girl announced when she reached the car. "Who's the 
stud puppy?"

"We're not tramps, we're respectable young ladies. Kelly, this is my 
boyfriend, Brian."

Brian blushed, but Kelly didn't notice because he was already red from 
playing in the heat.

"Hi, Brian. Boyfriend, huh? Looks more like your little brother."

"That's what I said," Amber added.

"Knock off with the little brother comments in front of the b-o-y!"

Amber laughed and said, "I'm sure the b-o-y knows how to s-p-e-l-l-l…l."

"Place your order while I figure out some way to not be the one to 
bring it to you. I gotta go before Bossy Boss gets on my case. Summer, 
if I don't see you on Friday night, I'm going to text your picture to 
all the wrong people--and you know which picture I mean." She skated 
away without giving Summer a chance to reply.

After eating, Summer dropped off Amber and Reyna at their respective 
homes. When they got to Summer's house, Brian shed his swimsuit without 
having to be reminded. He walked to the couch in the family room, fell 
onto it face-first, and just laid there.

Summer sat on the floor beside him and softly caressed Brian's 
shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs.

"Did you have fun, today?"

"Yeah," Brian said, without moving.

"Do you like Amber and Reyna?"

"Yeah, they're nice."

"Did you like playing naked on the playground."

Brian laughed a "yes."

"I like it when you're naked. I really liked it when you were naked in 
my car."

Brian laughed, again.

"I think Amber and Reyna like seeing you naked, too."

More giggles.

"Is all this talk about being naked making your little guy stiff?"

"Maybe," Brian said, slyly.

"I think it is. I wanna see it." She poked Brian in the side to tickle 
him. He wriggled a little, but he remained face down on the the couch. 
Summer tickled him some more until he rolled over on his side, showing 
her his stiff penis.

"Mmm...I want that inside me."

She shifted Brian onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling 
his legs. She grabbed his penis, pointed it at her vagina, then lowered 
herself onto him. They both let out a satisfied sigh.

"You feel good inside me. I wish I could keep you there all the time."

Brian flexed his hips, trying to thrust up, but Summer's weight on him 
kept him from moving more than a fraction of an inch. When Summer 
finally rose slightly before slowly lowering herself back down, Brian 
whimpered.

Summer began slowly working her hips, stroking Brian's penis about once 
a second. When Brian would start thrusting back, she'd stop, resting 
her full weight on him. Brian eventually got the idea that Summer 
wanted him to remain still. He trembled and whimpered as he struggled 
to keep control of his hips.

When Summer detected that Brian was close, she'd stop, eliciting a 
groan from Brian each time. In this way, she edged him repeatedly for 
almost five minutes before she lifted off him slightly and let him 
thrust wildly up into her. It only took Brian about fives seconds to 
cum.

After Brian recovered, she rolled him on top of her and let him go at 
his own pace. He lasted over two minutes. As he calmed down, he drifted 
off to sleep.

Summer awoke with a start and immediately wondered how long she had 
been asleep. She looked at the clock. Fortunately, she still had plenty 
of time to get ready for work. She nudged Brian. When he didn't 
respond, she nudged him a little harder.

"Wake up, Sleepy Head. I gotta go to work so I can pay for all this 
food your eating."

Brian lifted his head and shoulders off Summer's chest. He realized 
that his penis was stiff and nestled warmly in the folds of Summer's 
slit. He slid back, slightly, then pushed forward and was proud of 
himself for finding the right spot on the first try.

"Mmm…that feels good, Sweetie, but I have to get ready for work."

Ignoring her, Brian began thrusting at a slow, steady pace.

"Mmm...okay, one more time. That feels too good to stop."

Brian thrust for about a minute, then stopped and took a few deep 
breaths before continuing. He repeated this every time he felt himself 
getting close. After the forth minute, Summer began to moan, softly. 
After the fifth minute, she began grunting with his thrusts. Brian 
quickly became more excited as Summer's noises increased. As he pushed 
hard and grunted, Summer cried out.

"Oh, Brian! You did it, Baby! That was so good! You gave me a really 
good orgasm, Sweetie."

Brian sat up, straddling Summer's thighs, and resting his hands on her 
belly.

"You don't have to buy lunch for me every day, you know."

Summer was caught off guard by the comment.

"What?"

"You don't have to buy lunch for me every day."

"Oh, Brian, I was teasing. I like buying lunch for you."

"But I don't have any money to pay you back."

"That's okay, Honey. You can pay me back by doing what you just did. 
That's worth a dozen lunches!"

Brian smiled.

"Now, I really have to get ready for work, and by the way, I have to do 
some things for my father, tomorrow, so I can't see you again until 
Wednesday."

Brian frowned.

"I know, Puppy, but try to save yourself for me, okay? And don't forget 
to tan that cute butt of yours--but don't burn it."


Brian slept until 10:30, the next day. He woke up with a stiff penis, 
which he absentmindedly stroked for almost a minute before he 
remembered Summer's admonition. By noon, he was already bored, and 
being bored made him want to masturbate. Instead, he put on shorts and 
shoes and got his bike out of the garage.

When he and his mother had first moved into their new house, Brian had 
gone exploring, but he had quickly decided that there was nothing to be 
found. Today, he decided that he was going to ride up and down every 
street he could get to without violating his mother's rule about not 
riding in traffic. He filled a water bottle, put on some sunscreen, and 
started out.

First, he rode to the front of the development, where most of the 
streets had only a half-dozen or so empty lots. He didn't see any 
discarded bicycles in the front yards or any other signs that there 
might be kids his age around. He made it all the way to the main road 
that went past the development and decided not to go any further.

At the other end, he was about to give up hope of finding anything 
interesting when he realized that there was a road he hadn't gone down, 
before. That first time, he must have given up before he had come this 
far.

The road went a short distance, then narrowed to a single lane that ran 
along side some power lines. He followed it for a ways, then noticed a 
narrow trail leading off into the woods. He got off his bike and walked 
it down the trail for about thirty feet. Here, the underbrush thinned 
out under the canopy of the trees, and a small stream flowed past.

Brian laid down his bike and removed his shoes. He paused for a moment, 
smiled, then removed his shorts, as well. He waded into the stream. The 
bottom was soft and sandy. The mud squished between his toes. About 
half way across, the water was up to his knees.

"They're alligators in there, ya know."

Brian spun around to see a boy, about 7 or 8 years old, standing on the 
trail. He was barefoot and bare -chested, but, unlike Brian, he was 
wearing knee-length shorts. Brian's first thought was to run, but the 
boy was between him and his shorts, so he decided to play it cool.

"It's too shallow for alligators."

Unfazed, the boy said, "It gets deeper, further on."

Brian stood there, uncertain what to do next. The boy sat down where he 
had been standing, hugged his knees to his chest, and considered Brian.

Brian continued to play it cool. As he spoke, he nonchalantly waded out 
of the stream, walked up the path past the boy, and casually donned his 
shorts. The boy's gaze followed Brian. 

Brian asked, "Do you live around here?"

"I'm visiting my grandparents." The boy turned himself to face Brian, 
but remained sitting in the same posture, and offered nothing more.

Brian was frustrated that he felt so uneasy around a boy so much 
younger than he was, but being naked in front of him had put him off 
balance.

"So, what do you do around here?" Brian inquired.

"I mostly play in the woods." The boy wasn't giving Brian much.

"Aren't you afraid of the alligators?"

"I've never seen one, here, but I've seen them further down, where my 
grandpa takes me kayaking."

"Kayaking sounds like fun."

"It is." Still no help.

"You got a name?"

The boy stood up and said, "Cody."

"I'm Brian."

"You look funny, naked." Cody said it with a slight giggle.

Brian had to look down to see if he had actually put on his shorts. He 
had.

"Your butt is red," Cody continued; "Mine's white."

"You're just noticing that?"

"No. How come it's red?"

"I've been out in the sun."

"Do you go naked a lot?"

"Sometimes."

Cody giggled. "Come on! I'll show you my fort."

Cody ran along the edge of the stream, where it was shallow enough to 
move quickly. He was thirty feet along before Brian realized he was 
running and took off after him, leaving his bicycle and shoes behind.

About a hundred feet further, there was a palm tree that had fallen 
across the stream. Cody leapt up onto it, deftly moved across it, and 
jumped down on the opposite side, hardly breaking his stride. Brian had 
caught up to him, but had to slow to get across the tree. He almost 
lost his balance--twice. This allowed Cody to pull out a lead on him, 
again.

Brian followed Cody on a winding course through the trees. There wasn't 
any path--just some clearer spaces that Cody seemed to choose at 
random--but he obviously knew his way because they soon arrived at 
Cody's fort.

There was a palm tree that was leaning over at about a 60-degree angle, 
but it was still alive: the top had turned and was growing upwards. 
Some pine logs, each about three or four inches in diameter, were laid 
across the sloping trunk of the palm. The top was covered with palm 
fronds. The only opening was the triangular gap under the palm. 

Cody slid in, feet first, like he was sliding into home. When his slide 
stopped he immediately rolled over and looked up at Brian with a huge 
smile on this face.

Brian hesitated. He imagined all kinds of bugs, snakes, and other 
critters--and maybe even an alligator--hiding in the dark recesses of 
Cody's fort, but Cody was obviously unconcerned. When Brian stooped 
down to have a look inside, Cody crawled in further.

"Come on in!"

Brian crawled in, but only far enough to get past the sloping palm. 
There was just enough headroom for Brian and Cody to sit upright, and 
the two boys sat cross-legged, facing each other, with their knees 
almost touching.

"Cool, huh?"

Brian looked around and nodded approvingly.

Cody stretched to reached over to the edge where the pine logs rested 
against the ground. He brushed aside some dead leaves, and pulled out a 
small, round tin--like the kind that Christmas cookies might come in.

Cody held the tin in his lap, removed the lid, and showed Brian his 
most prized possessions: a folding pocket knife, a box of matches, a 
string of fire crackers. There were about a dozen such objects in the 
tin.

After deciding that Brian was suitably impressed, Cody put the lid back 
on the tin and carefully returned it to its hiding place.

"Wanna play hide and seek?" Cody suddenly suggested with great 
enthusiasm. "Count to twenty!" Cody added, without waiting for Brian to 
answer, then he dove across Brian's lap and was outside and running 
before Brian realized what had happened.

Brian considered that this was better than being bored, closed his 
eyes, and counted slowly out loud to twenty. He crawled out of the 
fort, stood up, and looked around. He quickly realized that Cody could 
have gone anywhere.

Brian climbed up onto the palm. He balanced himself with one hand on 
the upright part, and surveyed the surrounding woods. There was no sign 
of which way Cody might have gone, so he decided to work a spiral out 
from the fort.

The second time around, he noticed some upturned leaves, and figured 
that he had Cody. He looked around and suddenly realized that he had no 
idea how to get back to his bike. Oh, well, he thought. He'd just have 
to find Cody.

That was much harder than he imagined. From time to time, he stopped to 
listen carefully, but he never heard any sound that might give away 
Cody's position. He found a few more signs on the ground, but it soon 
occurred to him that he had no idea whether or not any of them had been 
made recently--or by Cody.

Brian wandered around for a long time, bothered that a little kid could 
elude him. After what seemed like hours (but had, in fact, only been 
thirty minutes), he realized that he was lost: Not only did he not know 
where Cody was, but he also had no idea where the fort was--or his bike.

"Shit!" he said, out loud. He tried to retrace his steps, but he ended 
up at a thick of undergrowth that was too dense to pass. He cast about 
for another fifteen minutes before he stopped and uttered, "Son of a 
bitch!"

He spun around to see a naked Cody standing about fifteen feet away, 
smiling a devilish grin.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"It's not nice to swear," Cody mocked. "Wanna know my secret?" He said 
it like he was dying to tell.

"What secret?"

"How I hid from you so you couldn't find me!"

"You know these woods; I don't. I would have found you, eventually."

"No, you wouldn't have!" Cody said, in a singsongy voice. Brian glared 
at him. "I've been following you. You've been wandering all over the 
place. You walked right past my fort three times!"

Brian tried to change the subject. "Where're your pants?"

"I took them off!"

"Duh!"

"They're in the fort. I took them off and put them there the second 
time you passed by it. See? If I follow you, I'm always moving to the 
places you've already looked. Most people don't think to look twice in 
the same place, so I'm always somewhere you're not going to look!"

Brian tried to resent Cody's smug look, but it was hard to be mad at 
such a cute boy. Brian suddenly realized why Summer liked seeing him 
naked.

"Okay, you got me--this time--but as soon as I learn my way around 
here, you'll never be able to hide from me for long."

Cody got suddenly excited. "You mean you're gonna be my friend?"

"Sure! But you hafta show me the way back!"

Cody's ecstatic look turned devilish. "Okay, but you gotta give me your 
shorts, first."

"Wha…?" Brian smiled. "Okay, you win--this time!" 

Brian removed his shorts and tossed them to Cody, who took off running. 
Brian had to struggle to keep up with all the twists and turns. Back at 
the fort, Cody handed Brian his shorts, then retrieved his own from 
inside. He led Brian back to his bike at a leisurely pace--shorts in 
hand.

"I like being naked," Cody said, as they crossed the stream on the palm 
tree.

"You should put your shorts on, now. You'll get sunburned. You have to 
do it a few minutes, each day, until you get tan."

"But it's shady under these trees."

"Yeah, but you can still get sunburned."

Cody waited until they got back to Brian's bike, then reluctantly put 
on his shorts.

"I gotta go home to my grandparents' house," Cody said, in a sad voice. 
My grandma wants me home by three, when grandpa gets home from work.

Brian looked at Cody's bare wrist. "How do you know what time it is?"

Cody smiled. He quickly looked around the ground and found a small 
stick. He walked to a spot where the sun was shining through the trees, 
and stuck the stick in the ground. "My grandpa taught me how to tell 
time. It's two thirty."

Brian gave him a suspicious look.

"Well, it's *about* two thirty," Cody admitted. "Close enough. They 
don't care if I'm a little late."

Brian laughed. He could do worse for friends.

"So, see you tomorrow?" Cody asked, hopefully.

Brian remembered Summer. "I can't, tomorrow." Cody looked dejected, so 
Brian quickly added, "But I can see you the day after." Cody's look 
didn't change. "I promise! Ten o'clock, Wednesday, right here."

Brian had just enough time to see Cody's face light up with a smile 
before Cody took off running.

Brian went straight home: it was hot, and he was tired. When he got 
there, he noticed that it was just three o'clock. No way! he thought.

Brian realized that he was sweaty and dirty. For the first time in his 
life, he took a shower without having to be prodded by his mother.


The next morning, Brian told Summer about Cody.

"So, you took a day off from seeing your new boyfriend to be with your 
girlfriend? That's sweet!"

"He's not my boyfriend! He's just a friend."

"Well, girls call their girl friends 'girlfriends,'" Summer teased. 
"Don't boys call their boy friends 'boyfriends'?"

"No," Brian answered, sternly.

"Well, I'm glad you found someone to play with. As much as I'd like to, 
I can't be with you every day. My parents have enslaved me for two days 
every week for the summer, and we're going on vacation in a few weeks."

Brian looked sad.

"I know, Honey Bear, but most boyfriends and girlfriends only see each 
other once or twice a week, anyway--outside of school. By the way, you 
didn't happen to mention me to your friend, did you?"

"No."

"Perhaps you shouldn't. Remember, it's not exactly kosher for a 
sixteen-year-old and an almost-twelve-year-old to be dating. We 
wouldn't want Cody to accidentally spill the beans to anyone."

"Okay. Whatever."


Brian split his time between Cody and Summer, sometimes seeing Cody in 
the morning and Summer in the afternoon. It was nice to have a friend 
that he could tell his mother about. Brian was concerned that she was 
beginning to wonder exactly how he was spending his days.

Sometimes, Cody and Brian played in the woods. Sometimes, they played 
at Brian's house. Regardless, Cody was naked whenever and wherever he 
felt it was safe, with sunscreen passing for shorts quite often. Before 
long, Cody had a even, all-over tan that matched Brian's.

At least once a week, Cody and Brian swam in the pool at Cody's 
grandparents' house. Brian loved it, but Cody was disappointed that 
they couldn't go naked there. Brian asked Cody if he ever went skinny 
dipping in his grandparents' pool. When Brian explained what that 
meant, Cody's eyes got big, and he adamantly insisted that he could 
never do that.

One hot afternoon, Brian and Cody were lying naked at the edge of the 
stream with their feet in the water. Brian thought that it might be fun 
to bring Summer here, sometime. He absentmindedly reached down and 
fondled his stiffening penis. Then he remembered that Cody was there.

He quickly removed his hand from his penis and glanced over to Cody, 
who was smiling at him. Brian noticed that Cody's penis was stiff, too.

"I like to rub mine, too, sometimes," Cody admitted, with a 
conspiratorial giggle. He reached between his legs and gave his stiff 
two inches a squeeze.

Brian was embarrassed and excited at the same time. It had been two 
days since he had been with Summer, and his penis ached. He studied 
Cody's trim, naked body, noticing for the first time how muscular it 
was. Brian's penis ached more.

"You wanna rub 'em?" Cody asked, hopefully, giving his penis, which was 
still engulfed by his hand, another squeeze.

Brian knelt in the wet sand, straddling Cody's legs. He gently pulled 
Cody's hand from his penis, then wrapped his own hand around it. Cody's 
eyes widened. As Brian began stroking, Cody's smile widened. 

It wasn't long before Cody was grunting and squirming, trying to push 
Brian's hand away. Brian remembered what Summer had done to him that 
first time, and kept stroking. With Cody gasping and moaning, Brian 
stroked harder and faster until Cody's body once again stiffened. Brian 
let go, and Cody fell back on the grass, laughing out loud.

When Cody recovered, he raised himself up on his elbows and looked 
directly down at Brian's stiff penis, next to his own, now-limp little 
nub. Brian was still kneeling at the edge of the stream. The water 
flowed gently over his feet, around his buttocks, and over Cody's lower 
legs and feet. 

Cody wrapped a hand around Brian's three inches and began stroking. His 
motions were awkward and unpracticed as he tried to match the pace at 
which Brian had gone. Usually, he just squeezed himself, tugged a 
little, and stroked himself slowly a few times, but what Brian had done 
to him was way better.

When Brian climaxed, Cody was caught off guard by the few drops of 
fluid that splashed onto his belly. He let go of Brian's penis and 
inspected the drops.

"You peed on me!" Cody said, with a laugh that dispelled any pretense 
that he was upset.

"It's not pee!" Brian laughed.

Cody looked at it more carefully. He wiped up one of the drops with his 
index finger and examined it more closely.

"It's white!"

Brian wiped a drop off Cody's belly and examined it, himself. There was 
a little more of it than he remembered, and it was more white than 
clear. He wondered if this meant that he wasn't safe, anymore, and that 
he and Summer would have to stop fucking. He laughed at the thought of 
that word.

"It's semen," Brian explained. "It carries the stuff that makes a baby 
in a girl."

"Ew!" Cody said, with genuine disgust. He wiped the rest of it off his 
belly with his hand, then rubbed his hand in the sand and water to 
clean it off. Brian stood up and walked over to a tree to pee.

"That was fun!" Cody said, cheerily.

Brian shook his limp penis. 

"So, you don't mind that I squirted on you?"

Cody thought for a moment.

"It wasn't bad. If you want to do it, again, I don't mind."

"You aren't worried that I might make a baby in you," Brian teased.

"Boys can't have babies!" Cody giggled.

"You know a lot about that?"

"My dad told me all about how babies are made."

"Then how come you didn't know about semen?"

"You just surprised me, that's all."

"Well, don't tell your dad--or anyone else--what we did, okay?"

"I won't!" Cody said, solemnly. "I don't tell anyone about us playing 
naked, either."

"What are you going to say when someone notices your tanned butt?" 
Brian considered that question for the first time, himself.

"Who's gonna see my butt?"

"Don't your parents or grandparents ever give you a bath?"

"No!" Cody giggled, again. "Not since I was little!"

"What are you talking about? You're still little." Brian indicated 
Cody's penis. Cody laughed.


Brian decided not to tell Summer about fooling around with Cody. Brian 
also decided not to mention his new discovery. She had stopped asking 
him whether or not he masturbated. She assumed that he was, seeing that 
they weren't together everyday, and she didn't want to make him feel 
bad.

At the end of July, Cody went back home to his parents. Brian missed 
him--almost as much as Cody missed Brian--but he was still seeing 
Summer two or three times a week.

Just before school resumed, Summer noticed, for the first time, a 
pearl-white drop of fluid on the tip of Brian's penis after he had 
finished fucking her. She sat up, spread herself open with her fingers, 
and noticed quite a bit more inside her. She thought to herself, I 
wonder how long he's been doing that!