Hi,
My name is Brian and this is my first post to this board. I consider myself a budding author. I hope you like my work below!
Brian
The Klamath River
April brought with it the most gorgeous Springs Ohio ever has seen. I was sixteen and the world looked as perfect as the budding summer outside. I knew that my life was about to change forever that summer. I felt it in some really strange way. I knew that 1994 was going to be the year I would always look back to and think of as the most glorious era of my life.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Shane. I'd rather not give my last name, for I'm still a bit embarrassed at the turn of events that happened this summer. I don't want to brag, but I am the most popular guy in the junior class. I was class president last year, I'm considered good-looking, and I'm finally starting to get a reputation for being the most agressive player on the school soccer team. I guess it would sound conceited to say that I've always been an attractive person, eh? It really started about my freshman year when girls started attacking me in droves. It was cool then but it got real old real quick. I'm somewhat tall and am quite proud of my legs. I have strong muscular calves that everyone comments on at school.
I like my body and I work hard to keep it in shape. Sometimes if I'm just in the mood to go off on an ego trip I'll look at it and just admire myself. OK, I know it sounds really weird, but there is nothing I like better than just looking at myself in the mirror. I'll be at home a lone. In my mom's room there is this big full length mirror. I'll first take off my shirt and just observe my muscle development. Then I like to take off my pants and just pose in my boxers. This has got to sound SO obsessive! Don't think I'm strange or anything, it's just what I like to do. Usually I'll end up slipping off the boxers and just stand in front of the mirror naked. I'll pose and watch my cock move with my body. I really like my dick. I'm circumscised (some of the guys at school aren't -- I notice things like that in the shower). It's sufficiently big, but not overly so. My body is pretty hairless, except a bit on my legs and my pubic hair. I also think I have a cute ass, but I have to really strain my neck to get a good view of it in the mirror! It was about last year at this time that I just got into the habit of going around naked in my room. Now, at school I'm known for being very modest. I don't like to shower in front of others and am always careful to cover up. But, when I'm just alone I love the feeling of being free from clothes. I don't do anything too bizarre. A few times I've just talked to people on the phone or typed a few e-mail notes to friends I have on the Internet. I love to type at the computer with my legs resting up in the air resting on either end of the computer desk in my room. OK, I'll admit it, I have the nervous habit of playing with myself. I'll be doing something thought consuming naked and find that I've been stroking myself for the last ten minutes! Once I get hard it's difficult to stop. Usually when I get an erection I get embarrassed and put back on my clothes. A few times I've walked around my room and in front of the mirror with a rock-hard dick, but it just didn't feel right. I'm like any other red-blooded adolescent, I like to jerk off on occasion, but I try not to let it get obsessive.
All through my sophomore year (last year) I had a steady girlfriend, Alicia. Going out with me was quite an honor and all the girls were jealous of her for dating the hottest guy at school (God, I must really sound like a conceited ass!). She always was pusing me to be more intimate, but it just didn't feel right. Once when were were watching a movie alone she unzipped my pants and put her hand right on my cock! It just didn't feel right. I didn't now why. Until this summer.
My whole life I'd just felt different from other guys. I didn't have any interest in girls until I discovered that things would look too funny if I didn't have a girlfriend. I remember a few times when I was younger feelings "real good" around naked guys. When I first started playing league soccer (this was in 1991 or so, I was around thirteen years old at the time) I remember one experience real well. I had just finished playing all day in a major tournament, mostly with guys older than me. Afterwards we all went back to shower and get ready for a party that night.
This was the first time I'd really been in a public shower, I'd always avoided it before. I'll never forget what it was like. I'm modest, remember? I didn't want to get naked around other guys. I met a few friends there, older guys, and was surprised to see how immodest they were. They'd walk around in the buck and make jokes and horseplay. I was so shy about getting undressed. I very slowly peeled off my sweaty jersey. I was very well developed for being thirteen (almost fourteen) and it showed.
I spent very long taking off my cleats and socks. So there I was sitting in my Umbros realizing that it was now or never. I quickly pulled them down. I stepped out of my jockstrap and just stood there for a minute, naked. It wasn't that bad. I walked to the shower, being careful to hold the towel in front of me to preserve at least a little bit of modesty.
I showered quickly. It was probably that day that I first started to be aware of the feelings that made me different. There was this guy showering next to me. He was probably about seventeen, to me he seemed like an adult. My mind kept wandering and I found myself unconsciously concent rating on how the soap suds dripped down his dick. His cock seemed to me enormous. I remember staring at this guy's muscles and just WANTING him SO badly. That feeling scared me. I wasn't to really face it head on until this summer's canoe trip.
Brent and I have been good friends for a long time. Since seventh grade we had been best friends. I felt like I could tell Brent everything - he was my best friend. We've played on the same soccer team since junior high and always found similar interests. My town is near the Klamath River. If you go upstream a few miles it has some of the most gorgeous and isolated spots in northwest Ohio. On both sides of you all you have is a bit of an embankment and then some thick underbrush.
It was June and the river was pretty low. Huge rocks jutted out on either side and added to the scenic effect.
It was Brent's idea to go canoeing. His folks (pretty well-off) had just bought a new canoe and he wanted to try it out on an overnight trip. Brent and I almost look alike. He's a little bit less muscular, but has a smoother and better defined torso. He has an extraordinarily exciting face and has gestures that could drive anyone wild. His almost hairless legs are long and slim, just about reaching perfection. After me, he was probably known as the second hottest guy at PHS.
On Saturday (I don't remember the date) he and I started out on our trip right at dawn. His sister (a year older than us) drove us to the river. We went about fifteen miles upstream to start our trip. Our plan was to tackle the first half Saturday, spend the night on the rocks on the bank, and then come home Sunday afternoon. The river was shallow at that time of year and you could easily wade across it. I was kind of excited. I wanted this chance to get to know Brent even better.
Around five that afternoon we found an absolutely perfect place to set up camp. It was on a large amount of limestone that would normally be underwater any other time of year. We brought our sleeping bags ashore, along with our cooler full of hot dogs and soft drinks (we both hadn't disovered the high school joy of illicit beer at that time). Brent was out swimming in the Klamath River. It wasn't quite deep enough to swim in, but he just waded and sat down in about four feet of water. I didn't bring any swim trunks so I just stayed on shore and started a fire. It got hot and I took off my t-shirt to work on my tan (how good are muscles if they aren't tanned?). I sat and watched Brent frolick and show off. He raised his hands in the air and showed tufts of brown hair in his armpit.
At one point he did something really weird. He took off his swimming trunks (under the water) and then held them over his head and yelled something stupid. He thought he was pretty funny, but all my mind was on was him. I so badly wanted to stare at that cock, instead of just glimpse it. It drove me mad for the ten seconds that he had his suit off underwater just thinking about seeing him totally naked. It became a mini-obsession. I wanted to see Brent naked if it was the last thing I ever saw.
Brent put his trunks back on rapidly (I never saw a thing) and started to walk ashore. I looked away, heard a splash, and then heard "Shit!" coming from Brent's direction. He had slipped and fallen in about an inch of muck on the rocks. His suit was torn and absolutely filthy and covered with bad smelling river mud. "Oh, shit! My mom is going to kill me for ruining these trunks! This muck will never come out."
He walked over to the campsite dripping mud and muck all the way. I was about to suggest that the go for a swim to clean up when he did something that totally surprised me. He undid his trunks, stepped out of them, and stood there stark naked! I nearly died. There was still some dirt on his chest, but I was not looking at his chest. His cock was just there! Do you believe it! He was standing in front of me totally naked ! He kicked the trunks aside and started to walk to the river. His cock was swaying back and forth with every step. Soon his back faced me and I got to see him from behind. He was pretty much hairless and had the best buttocks I've ever seen. He squated down to splash some water on himself. What a view! I could see between his legs his perfect scrotum hanging down in the heat, followed by his even more perfect cock dangling, almost touching the water. He splashed himself and then walked back to the campsite.
He must have spotted the look of abject shock on my face. I was standing before the hottest guy I had ever seen - NAKED!
"You don't mind me walking around with nothing on do you?"
"Uh, no. Of course, not."
"Hell, we're both guys, there's nothing to hide. I'm not a nudist or anything, but there's no reason to be modest. God, the sun feels nice on my dick!" He chuckled at his little joke. He leaned down and put on some boxers (carefully pulling them up over his dick and ass) and then put on some shorts and a t-shirt. We were both barefoot. Nothing else happened that night. We climbed in our respective sleeping bags in our boxers and fell asleep right away.
The next morning was a gorgeous dawn.
I got up early and watched the sun rise. I heard the birds wake up and saw mist melt off the river. It was a bit chilly, and I threw on some shorts over my boxers and put on a heavier shirt. Brent woke and we made small talk. It started to get warmer out. Then he asked me an interesting question.
"Are you going to go for a swim before we leave, Shane?"
"I didn't bring a suit. You knew that, Brent. I would go in my boxers, but I only brought one pair and don't want to get these wet."
"No problem. Just go without them."
"Then what would I wear?" It was about two seconds after asking this extraordinarily naieve question that it dawned on me what he was suggesting.
"We don't need suits. Just go in the buff. It's no big deal. No one can see us here."
Well, actually it was a big deal. I was very embarrassed. I've always been so modest. I don't think he realized that it wasn't fear of being seen naked by someone I didn't know, but of being seen naked by Brent .
As I was thinking Brent said, "You've never skinny dipped? We and the guys do it all the time. It's purely practical, there's no wet suit to lug around and wash. Hell, nowadays I usually go without a suit more that with. We all go out to Larry's house on Roachton. He has a small pond out in the middle of nowhere. If it's hot we just go for a swim and don't have to worry about suits."
There was no way I could refuse without looking like the wuss of the decade. I lied.
"Oh, yeah, I've skinny dipped before. It's no big deal. God, the sun's getting hot. Let's go."
Those words came through my quivering voice. I was so nervous. But, at the same time I really, really wanted another view of Brent's body. It was just so perfect and I wanted to get some closer views of his cock.
To Brent this was nothing. He took off his t-shirt (oh, that chest!). Then he stepped out of some Umbros he had on. He was wearing really
cool boxers, a green plaid print, I think. Like it was absolutely nothing he dropped his boxers, his cock bounced out, and he stepped out of them. He paused for a second just to enjoy the sensual feeling.
I very slowly began to take off my shirt. My hands were shaking a bit, actually I was kind of excited. I dropped my shorts and then I too was standing there in my boxers. I closed my eyes and pulled them down.
The first feeling was really incredible. There is just something unique about being naked outdoors. You feel free and comfortable. The first thing you notice is the breeze running over cock and balls. They've never felt that breeze before.
I was still a bit embarrassed being in front of Brent. I found myself using my hands as a cheap defense for modesty's sake. I instinctively looked down at my cock. It looked so pitiful there just waggling alone. I immediately tried to figure out who's was bigger and was a bit upset to figure out I lost. I was embarrassed of my cock, I was embarrassed about my body. We stood there like that just for a second. I noticed Brent's eyes look up and down my supple body. It was pretty hard to hide my cock and I noticed his eyes focusing on it in particular.
"Nice cock, big guy!"
I looked over at him in shock, and then he started laughing. This was just Brent's funny sense of humor.
"Race you to the water!"
The race was fun. I often think of how many girls at our school would pay money to see that sight. Here were the two hottest guys in school, BUCK NAKED, running across some rocks to hop in the river. Our cocks bounced up and down in rythm with our stride. I had to slow down a bit to not hurt my balls, which were also getting some out of the ordinary action.
We ran into the water and splashed around. We swam over to a spot where maybe the river was five feet deep. I liked the depth, it provided a bit of cover. We swam a bit and just enjoyed the water on a hot day. Every once in a while Brent would walk on to a rock or a shallow part of the river and you could see his equipment. His pubic hair was matted down and water would drip comically from the head of his cock. Usually we were in water just up to our wastes. All I could see was his matted pubic hair an inch above the water line. I kept underwater for the most part .
We were just horsing around when Brent got out and squatted on a rock. His dick was drooping and bouncing about a bit. His scrotum was up tight from the cool water. He eventually lied down against the rock for a quite rest. I came up and sat down beside him. I was getting used to this skinny dipping thing. I spread out and soaked up a bit of sun, too.
We did this for not too long. The rocks were hard and a bit jagged and were hurting our bare asses.
We ended up back in the water. He started the game of hurling mud and silt at me. I hurled back. Then we just ended up splashing each other. Brent was in an extraordinarily playful mood. After awhile I pretty much forgot that both of us were naked. It did seem no big deal.
We were rough housing in the water. All of a sudden Brent disappears under the water. In about three seconds I'm lifted off my feet and suddenly find myself on his shoulders out of the water. He lifted me up an d I grabbed his head to maintain this wobbly position. Eventually he was fully standing with me on his shoulders. Then things started to change. I looked down. I saw the top of his sandy head. Then I saw my wet cock, pressed up against the back of his head. I looked down and then saw Brent's cock, now above the water line. I craned my neck to stare at that cock.
I started to think. My penis was crunched up against another guy 's head. I started to think about last night when he stripped and I was in awe over his perfect cock. Oh, his dick was so nice! I felt my legs on his chest. I looked down, horrified, to discover that my own dick was hard as the rocks we were sunning on earlier! I readjusted it, so he wouldn't feel it. I was SO embarrassed. He was still holding me on his sh oulders. He knelt down to put me back on my own feet. When he did so, he slipped on something and fell back. I landed smack on top of him. There we were face to face. I was on his chest. Our noses were about three inches apart. Our legs were touching. Our feet were touching.
It was at that point that he became aware of my hard-on. I saw the look in his eyes as he figured it out. We rolled over so that we were both on our sides (the water was only about two inches deep here). Then the most incredible thing in my life happened. Brent reached down and grabbed my throbbing cock. He grabbed it! I saw his hand reaching down and couldn't believe it. His cock had immediately grown to full erection. Our erections touched. My God, I couldn't believe this was happening! I reached down to grab his dick. Oh, how I grabbed it! I wanted that thing so badly. Just think, a simple piece of flesh which comically dangles between the legs of the male member of the species was at that moment the focus my entire universe. I grabbed that penis hard, so hard I backed off so I wouldn't hurt him.
We sat there for a second. I started to wiggle my fingers a bit to feel the texture. I felt first the head of his penis. It was soft and wet from the water. I massaged it a bit with my forefinger. I then felt the long shaft. I felt his veins on the side and their pulsation of energy. I then reached down to his scrotum. I put my hands around his shriveled ballsack and they relaxed a bit in the warmth of my palm. I twirl ed my fingers in his pubic hair and enjoyed the pleasures of his cock with just my hands. I suddenly felt a rush of pleasure and realized he was doing the same thing to me.
We started wildly stoking each other's cocks. It felt SO good. This wasn't like jerking off in my room late at night. In addition to the pleasure of stimulation to your own dick, you are reveling in the pleasure of your partner's. I stroked him with my right hand and used my free left hand to run up and down his well-defined chest. He did the same.
Our lips met soon after. We plunged our tongues into each other's mouths like maniacs. Our simple dick stroking was turning more intense as we both quickened up the rate. The few inches of water were splashing all around us.
I looked at Brent's face and just knew he was about ready to cum. He spoke for the first time.
"Hang on, Shane. Not just yet."
I let go and he led me on to the rocks we were sunning ourselves on earlier. I sat down, my legs spread out, my erection popping out like a weather-vane. It was at that point that Brent went down on me. He started to jam my entire cock into his mouth, I was shocked how far he could make it go. He passionately kissed the tip and then went to work. He fondled my balls in a way that felt very good. I leaned down and stroked his hair, moaning out of pleasure. I leaned down further and repositioned myself. I moved into position where I could kiss his cock. So this is what the sixty-nine position is all about! He moved accordingly. I lied there just staring at his huge erection inches away from my face. I stared at his cock for awhile, examining ever detail. The first urge I had was to kiss it. I leaned forward and planted a big kiss right on the tip.
I then started to kiss the entire rod, passionately moving up kissing. I reached his pubic hair. I nuzzled my nose in there and rubbed my face around. My mouth reached his scrotum. It was a lot looser now. I kissed it. Then I swallowed one of his testicles in my mouth and massaged his sack. I then returned to his cock. I began to passionately suck with the same vigor that Brent was doing to me. I took the greatest thrill out of fondling his balls. I then got an idea. I slowly moved a free finger up to his asshole. We were both clean after swimming and so I had no reservations about sticking my finger in. He moaned very loudly and let out a masculine yell in response to the pleasure he was feeling. He began to do the same thing to me and I felt a feeling I have never felt before in my life.
My hands roamed his body. I wanted to feel, touch, kiss every inch of that teenage boy in his prime. I didn't know exactly how this had happened, but I didn't want to blow the opportunity (no pun intended). We passionately sucked and fondled. I was the first to come. I started to yell. He took his mouth off my cock and drew out the pleasure with a s low stroke. With his other hand he was running his hand up my chest, feeling my muscles, and then stroking my thighs. Semen flew everywhere. I had just enough energy to finish off the job on Brent. I kept on sucking right threw his orgasm and proudly swallowed his life-fluid. We both collapsed, our faces nestled in each other's pubic hair.
We fell asleep like that. I guess we much have slept for up to an hour and we both had a bit of sunburn (you have no idea how much a sunburnt ass hurts!). I was the first to wake and just held his penis in my hand for awhile. I sat up and just worshiped his body. He slowly awoke, too. I was sitting cross-legged, my dick dropping on to the rock. He r eached out and just held it. This wasn't passionate sex, just two guys affectionately holding each other's cock's. We got up without saying a word and hopped into the water to clean ourselves off a bit. We walked tog ether in the water.
"Shane," he said, "I'm sorry if I led you into doing something you didn't want. I know that probably really grossed you out. But, Shane, I've been feeling like I've wanted to do that to you for years. Shane, I love you. I've never said that to a guy before, but I love you."
My jaw dropped. Brent and I had grown up together sharing every rite of passage along the way. I kind of shook a little when I realized that I loved him, too. I had always loved him.
"Brent, I love you too."
Still naked, still in the water we hugged. We felt our dicks press up against each other, but for the moment we ignored our growing hard- ons on favor of just holding each other. We kissed passionately.
Soon we both walked out of the water, hand-in-hand, naked back to the camp. We dried each other off and just sat there for awhile. No on e wanted to put clothes back on, but eventually we had to. I saw him ste p into his green plaid boxers and look at me as he pulled them over his d ick. The hole in front of his boxers was ajar and his happy dick peeked out.
I put on mine, ever so reluctantly. We packed up and headed back to town. I saw the Klamath River making a bend up stream.
EPILOGUE ++++++++
Brent and Shane really exist. The details I gave about each of them were fairly accurate, yet they are both about ten times hotter than I could describe! They're both 16, juniors at my high school (I'm 17), and both are friends. I'm sure they'd be flattered if they knew I wrote this!!