Carl stretched in bed feeling the cool sheets tingle his naked body like fingers. It had been one hell of a summer. But alas, classes resumed that day and he had much to do.
The old man was already out to work, he left the house at six o'clock to drive to counties far away.
Mary, his aunt was also gone to her job in the store downtown.
That left only him alone in the house.
Showering, Carl ran his hands all over his smooth body pausing to pinch, pet and stroke the areas that gave him more pleasure then others.
His finger found it's way up inside him as he used his other hand to masturbate. Closing his eyes, he happily recalled the sex shared with some of his friends that year.
In school, everyone made jokes about queer sex, calling each other "jerk offs", "Cocksuckers" and worse. But in private it was a different story.
The creek became an escape. They used to hang out there anyway, smoking some pot, drinking stolen beer or alcohol, stripping down to let their young bodies bake in the sun and tell sex jokes until their penis became cocks. They shared the sensations glancing at each other while they rubbed until the magic climaxes came. They sprayed and cursed those who sprayed on them but secretly enjoyed the experience.
That was all in the past. This summer it became different as the group of Carl's friends got the idea to make a damn, thus creating a pool of cool water. They could swim naked and wrestle unseen. And in the process, each boy could touch and feel hidden by the waterline.
Laying on the ground among the tall grass, once again private, they continued to touch, feel and explore. Naked games resulted in victim who kissed, licked and sucked until their curiosity became need. Smooth asscheeks were spanked. Puckered assholes were fingered and then fucked.
Those that would decry the activity in public, school or among family, tried and enjoyed it in the privacy of their comradship.
Carl spewed his morning sperm...gasping for breath and wishing he wasn't alone.
School would change things, demand things, return him to the false reality of sex jokes, name calling, and macho images.
He wandered into the kitchen, still naked to prepare cereal. Curling up on the couch, Carl sought the escape to the innocense of youth as watched the same cartoons he had seen since childhood.
"Wow" Brian appeared carrying his backpack.
"I think you want to consider clothes" he laughed but grabbed a bowl of flakes and sat beside Carl.
Brian and Carl were among those who spent the summer alone, in the privacy of their sexual growth and needs.
"No boner this morning or did you jack off already" Brian reached for the familiar cock that Carl displayed so openly.
"been there done that" Carl said without taking his eyes away from the TV set or acknowledging the hand that cirled around his penis.
But he penis, as if it had a mind of its own, responded.
"Looks like you could need another" Brian said doing little jack off motions.
"I can always use it" Carl said getting up to put his cereal bowl in the sink. His half hard cock swung back and forth as he moved.
"Shit..school." Brian said. His unspoken words longing for the days of this past summer were heard by Carl too.
He turned and stretched. "Shit..yea"
In his bedroom Carl looked at the closet attempting to decide what to put on.
"Here" Brian held up a pair of bib overalls "I like you in these"
Carl smiled. He put on the overalls...leaving his entire body bare underneath.
"Christ you look like a farm boy" Brian said gently pinching Carl's displayed nipples.
"Put these on" Carl handed a pair of cutoffs to Brian.
"We've got class" he said.
"hell everyone will be late..and confused it's the first day..they won't miss us"
Brian knew his friend was right. He stripped naked exhibiting his own excitement. He couldn't hide it completely in the cutoffs Carl had handed him.
"Looking hot" Carl's fingers were under the leg and toying with Brian's cockhead now expanded to full size.
"Come on" Carl ran out the door and Brian followed.
They ran barefoot across the grass and weeded yard, jumped over the fence and across a newly plowed field. Both knew where they were going and why.
The creek, still damned looked like a mirror except for little circles made by falling leaves.
The bib overalls crumpled to the ground as did the cutoffs as the two naked boys jumped into the pool.....yelling as the cool water shocked their sun warmed bodies.
They wrestled, swam, played grab ass under the water line and then waded to the shore where they found each other's erections and swallowed them seeking the joys that can't be described too much or too often.
"Well well what have we here? two cocksuckers"
They looked up in surprise and grinned at the sight of three of their summer companions who had decided to enjoy one last day in their special place.
Naked bodies, hungry mouths and needy butts were available for the kind of fast and multiple orgasms that youth can enjoy.
Naked the group waded deep into the water and began to remove the rocks, branches and mud that would once again let the water run it's course. Nature and time demanded it.
The boys watches as the water line lowered and the pool they had created returned to the flowing creek that had been there for decades and would continue long after the boys were men.
They didn't speak as they waded to shore. Hands would pet, touch, patt but no words were needed.
The day was ended..and the next would be like the one they had avoided.
It was inevitable. Yet time had provided them the opportunity to grow, laugh, explore and be explored.