WHAT IF

The idea of what could have happened that day seemed to haunt me: when I jerked-off, ever second or third time, I'd end up thinking about what it might have been like if I had been ballsy enough to have tried something more with the girl in the pool...

...What if. By the time the next summer rolled around those words seemed to be haunting my thoughts.

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Come the end of the school year I was determined to do something about those words "what if." Since my friend Bobby had initiated the events of that day; I invited him over to my house after school one day and, once we were alone, brought up what had happened in the public pool the previous summer. Like me, he felt like he was being haunted by the notion that we could have gone further. In a matter of seconds we began speaking those words "what if"...

I began by asking, "What if we had slipped our fingers in through the leg-hole of her bathing suit and rubbed them against the bare skin of her crotch..."

He took it a step farther, "What if I had rubbed my dick through my bathing suit while you were feeling her thighs..."

I added, "Or better yet; what if I put my hand into my bathing suit and stroked my dick while you were feeling her thighs..."

Bobby proposed, "What if I had taken one of the girl's hands and put it on the front of my bathing suit..."

I countered, "What if I had pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side... If I had done that, maybe we would have been able to see her pussy..."

Bobby offered, "What if I had tried putting my other hand on the girl's butt while I was feeling her thigh..."

I put out another thought, "What if I had pulled the front of my bathing suit down just far enough that the head of my dick was poking out..."

"And what would it have looked like shooting cum underwater..." he added to my idea.

"What if I had pulled my dick out completely... Would the girl have touched it..." I wondered.

"Well hey, maybe even rubbed it against her thighs and crotch..." he read my mind, "Yeah, and what if I had slipped my dick in through the leg-hole of her bathing suit and rubbed it against the bare skin of her crotch..."

I proposed the final thought, "What if I had tried putting my dick into her pussy... Would my dick have fit into her hole? If it did, would I have been able to get my dick all the way into her pussy before my cum shot out..."

"Oh man, that would've been awesome..." Bobby commented.

Seeing something move out of the corner of my eye, I glanced down slightly to see that the front of Bobby's shorts were tented out and appeared to be twitching slightly. "Whoa," I said, pointing towards Bobby's crotch.

He glanced down and said, "You're no better,"

My gaze shifted to the front of my shorts which were similarly tented out.

We looked at each other for a silent and a strangely awkward moment before Bobby asked, "What if I rub my dick through my shorts..."

Half chuckling, I smiled at his comment, before saying, "What if..." With that Bobby out his hand on the tented out area of his shorts, squeezed with his fingers, and moved his hand up-and-down a little. Again I chuckled, before asking, "What if I put my hand into my shorts..."

Bobby smiled, titled his head a little and gave me a half nod. Taking that as a dare; I shoved my right hand down behind the waistband of my shorts and into my underpants. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of my thirteen-year-old dick and gave it a single stroke.

Laughing a little Bobby said, "What if I took one your hands and put it on the front of my shorts..."

Leaving my right hand in my shorts I offered Bobby my left hand without saying a word. He surprised me a little by actually taking my hand a pressing it against the bulge his hard dick was creating in his shorts.

Having my hand on another guy's hard dick was kinda awkward, even if there were two layers of fabric between it and my fingers. But I tied to laugh it off and half-jokingly said, "What if I pulled the front of my shorts down just far enough that the head of my dick was poking out..."

Bobby laughed and dared me to do it by saying "What if..."

Not wanting to look like a chicken, I eased my right hand up a bit and hooked my thumb on the waistbands of both my shorts and my underpants. Then I forced the front of my shorts and underpants down until both waistbands were just below the head of my rock hard dick. "Ha," I said declaring victory over Bobby's dare.

"Yeah, well what if I pull my dick out completely..." he suggested.

"Go for it," I said with another laugh, expecting him to chicken out.

With that he boldly yanked down both his shorts and underpants until only his balls were still hidden by clothing.

Before bobby could dare me to do anything further by asking "what if" his dick exploded: a veritable fountain of thick gooey white cream shooting out of the little hold at the tip of his dick. amazingly the first spurt actually landed on the head of my dick that was still sticking out above the waistband of my shorts. The warm gooey wetness of it sent me rocketing past the edge as that incredibly satisfying feeling of the thick gooey white cream shooting out of the little hold at the tip of my dick washed over me. We seemed to be going back and forth: Bobby shot a spurt, then I shot a spurt, then Bobby shot a spurt...

That was without a doubt the gooiest moment of my life: and my GOD it felt GREAT!

"We should totally go swimming tomorrow," Bobby declared.