Part 6 - Graduation
(Note: While partly autobiographical, this ongoing story is a synthesis of experiences that occurred at different times. Beyond those parts which are my own experiences, it is strictly fictional. It is the story of a developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual experiences. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)
Because both of our parents worked full-time, my sister Lisa and I were responsible for a lot of things around the house. Lisa, at 14, was a year younger than I was, and we had reached an age where we were friends as well as siblings. She was often required to look after our much younger sisters and to prepare lunches and dinners when needed. I was the breakfast and occasional dinner cook, the animal feeder, and the wood chopper. Dad brought "mill ends" from the lumber mill, and I split them and stacked them in the woodshed for winter.
Don't get the impression we were slave labor though. Our efforts were rewarded with lots of free time, although I admit my tasks allowed for more flexibility. Because we were reliable with our work around the home, were good students, and did not otherwise produce problems for our parents, our free time was not closely monitored so long as we stayed within the geographical limits that our feet and bicycles could take us.
I was stretching the rules once more when, early on a sunny mid-July Saturday morning, I rode my bicycle across the bridge and to Eric's apartment prior to another drive to the nude beach. The driving activity wasn't part of the parental agreement, and I knew that soon I would have to address this issue. For now I wasn't going to worry about it.
The guy who took my toll as I crossed the bridge was a cute young blonde surfer type with blue eyes and a nice smile. I got the impression he was more interested in me than the quarter I gave him. I would say he was undressing me with his eyes except that there wasn't much on me to undress.
I had never been to Eric's apartment. He had told me that it was a loft studio apartment above the old hardware store, accessed by a stairway in the back. I locked my bike to the stairway railing, climbed the wooden stairs, and knocked. The door was opened immediately. As if by silent agreement, we were both wearing only our cargo shorts and our smiles. Eric gave me a big hug and kiss. Of course, that thing in my pants started to come to attention immediately. I reached into Eric's shorts to make sure that his was doing the same thing, producing an appreciative grunt of pleasure.
The one large room had a kitchen and dining area along two walls in the back corner. There was a small enclosed bathroom in the other back corner with a shower, sink and toilet. The rest of the area was just versatile living area. There were windows on both sides of the door where I had entered. Everything was painted an off-white, so it was light in spite of the limited number of windows. I was puzzled by the lack of a bed. As if in silent understanding, Eric showed me the old fashioned "Murphy Bed" that folded into the wall when not in use.
"I knew your first concern would be the lack of playground equipment," was his opening comment.
"Who needs playground equipment?" was my response. "I can wrestle you to the floor and play with you there any day"
Of course this required that I attempt to demonstrate how I would do that. Since Eric had me by three years, twenty pounds, and lots of muscle, I was soon on the floor looking directly up into his laughing eyes. I didn't mind that position though, especially since it was followed by some serious kissing and a little fondling that got me really hard.
"I've got an idea on how to keep you from getting a boner at the beach," Eric said, unbuttoning my shorts, and sliding south. "Let me demonstrate."
Without further formalities or foreplay, he simply swallowed me and went to work.
I must have been saving it up for a week, and I couldn't hold it back at all. Along with my appreciative moan, he must have gotten a pint of cum out of me almost immediately.
As soon as I was finished unloading, he was back on top of me, kissing me again. I had tasted my cum before, but getting it back from him in this manner was really cool. It tasted like a lot of Ty and a bit of Eric, and I loved it. I loved it so much, I was getting hard again.
"Well, so much for that idea, dude. You're just too horny for words."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I replied with a smile.
"Come on, Bro," he said, getting to his feet and pulling me up by my hand. "Get your pants buttoned up and we'll be on the road. I put some water and a blanket in my pack. Can you think of anything else we need?"
"Condoms?" was my smart-ass response.
Eric laughed. "Not today, and we'll get to that subject later."
On the way to the beach we were pretty silent. I knew that I was going to be expected to be nude today, and I was still a little apprehensive. I think Eric was giving me some time to think about it.
He parked his car, and we began the long walk down to the nude beach. Eric was carrying his pack with the necessary supplies. Once we reached the warning sign about "clothing optional", Eric stopped, dropped his pack and his shorts, and put his shorts in the pack.
"Your turn, dude."
I didn't hesitate. I just took my shorts off and put them in the pack. Eric had that effect on me. He wasn't threatening or anything like that. If he said it, I did it. I think I would have done pretty much anything he said, because I trusted him more than anyone else on the planet.
"OK, now that wasn't too hard, was it?" he asked, swinging the pack up to his back.
"No, but something else is apt to get too hard really soon."
At the moment, both of us were quite soft. I hoped it would stay that way for a while.
The weather could not have been better. The hot summer day was perfectly tempered by the cool breeze coming off the river. A few puffy white clouds glided through the sky, occasionally obscuring the sun for a minute or so before moving on.
The main beach was crowded with naked people of all ages who had no concerns about their state of dress or undress or that of others. Some were just sitting in the sun, and others were swimming in the river. Some naked boys a little younger than me were playing with a Frisbee, totally unconcerned about their lack of clothing. Some smaller kids were playing tag, and I smiled at their complete sense of freedom. I soon became quite relaxed walking along the shore as opposed to hugging the safety of the tree line.
As we walked upriver, the crowd thinned to occasional groups of two or three. Among these was a group of three girls, about 16 or 17, lying nude on their towels in the sun. Having been to conventional beaches, I had seen everything that could legally be left visible. However, seeing the thatches of hair between their legs and their naked breasts was a new experience, and I stared a bit out of curiosity rather than sexual interest. As we passed, the blonde in the middle said something quietly to the others, part of which I was able to hear.
I waited until we were several hundred yards on up the beach before I said to Eric, "I think those girls were interested in your great abs and hot muscular body, Bro. That blonde was about to wet the panties she wasn't wearing. I'm sure I heard her say something like 'I would jump his bones in a heartbeat'."
Eric laughed. "Well, you're partly right. I heard that too, but they weren't talking about me, they were looking at you and talking about you."
"No way! You're the stud. I'm just a skinny kid."
"You haven't been checking yourself in the mirror enough lately, Ty," he said seriously. "You're a good looking guy to start with. That wood chopping is having a positive effect on your chest, back and arm muscles. The bicycle riding and hiking is having a good effect on your legs. In between, there is that stomach that is tight as a drum and that bubble butt to die for. Your sexy Mohawk haircut and that cute patch of pubic hair don't hurt either. She was making a great choice for some hot sex. You are a fucking stud. You could get laid by any member of either sex just by snapping your fingers."
My dark brown tan was turning into a shade of red, and this talk was having the effect that the young ladies failed to have. By now I was at half-mast. Just to make sure it didn't go down, my smart-ass bro reached over and tweaked the tip of it a little.
That did it. It was up vertical and ready to fly a flag. Fortunately, by this time we were up the beach to where it was just guys Eric's age and a little older, but I still did a 90 degree turn and walked directly into the water. That was the one way to hide it.
Eric spread the blanket on the sand and then walked into the water to join me. He was laughing so hard, I thought he was going to have a fit.
"Great brother you are!" I shouted, pretending to be mad. I just couldn't get mad at Eric if I tried, and I knew that I deserved a little "graduation hazing".
Eric led me out until the water was midway up our chests, turned me around facing the shore, and disappeared below the water. I wasn't sure what he was up to until the river seemed to get tighter around my cock and he grabbed my hips for stability. Shit, that felt good! I was already well on the way when he popped to the surface for a breath of air and a smile and then went below again. Here I was facing the beach, in full sight of about a dozen guys, some of whom had shit-eating grins on their faces because they knew exactly what was going on. I was beet red again and trying to balance my embarrassment against the uncontrollable pleasure of knowing that I was about to unload again. The observers also knew when I came because of the involuntary groan I gave as I covered my face with my hands and filled Eric's throat with my cum for the second time that day.
Eric rose to the surface. "Welcome to the nude beach," he said with a big smile, and gave me a big hug which I returned in full. A couple of the guys on the beach were actually applauding.
"OK, Bro," I said. "God told me to spread cum and joy throughout the world. This must be the start of my mission."
Without hesitation, I walked out of the water and plopped down on the blanket. I grabbed a pint bottle of water out of the pack and took a big drink before I realized it was wine in disguise. Not giving any sign that I noticed the difference, I tipped up the bottle and drained it.
Giving Eric my best smile, I said, "Great water, Bro. I hope you've got a lot more."
We sat on the blanket for a while enjoying the "water". Actually, there was some real water in the pack too which we did need to avoid dehydration. Eric had brought along some snacks as well. I really had a great bro! And that reminded me of something else that had been on my mind.
"Eric, I've been thinking."
"That could be dangerous, Bro."
"Yeah, it could be and often is. But what I've been thinking is this. I think you're a lot more than a brother to me. What would you call that?"
"How about 'soul mate' for starters? I think that's what they call two people who have been predestined for each other from birth. And I agree with you. We are a lot more than brothers."
"So, when did you figure that out?"
"The first day I met you, when we were hugging in the water, and you were crying."
"How did you know I was crying? I thought it was hidden by all the other water on me."
"I knew. That's part of being 'soul mates'. Now, when did you figure it out?"
"It was probably that 'soul mate' feeling that made me cry that day, but I didn't figure it out until you left for work the second day of our 'vacation party'. Then I suddenly realized just how important you are. I know I can be a little slow at times."
He put his arm around me.
"I'm happy that you figured it out. It's something very permanent that nobody can take away."
Surprise, surprise, my tears were flowing again. Pretty much forgetting where we were, I turned and joined him in a big kiss.
"Happy graduation, Bro," he said with a smile.
As we lay there improving our tans for a while, I started looking around, and noticing that not all the guys were just talking with each other. Some of the ones in pairs were doing a little kissing and fondling. A little further away, I was a little surprised to see a blow job in progress. Of course, all this made my little putter stand straight up again. Not even a little wine could slow it down. One of those dangerous ideas came to mind. I decided to put it into action. I rolled over on my side and gave Eric a big kiss. While I was doing that I started playing with his nipples. He was looking a little surprised that I was being so bold in public. Next I began to nibble gently on his nipples, and moved my hand to his cock, getting a gasp of pleasure in response. Moving on down his chest and trail, I found his hard cock and began teasing it with my tongue.
"Are you sure you want to do this in public?"
"Uh huh," was my response, not wanting to interrupt my fun. After what he had done earlier, I wasn't going to willingly give him a choice.
Kneeling between his legs for better access, I moved on down to lick his balls for a while before returning to the main course. I thoroughly cleaned his boner with my tongue, enjoying the Eric taste and smell that I was becoming very familiar with. Taking his cock in my mouth, I moved up and down as deeply and slowly as I could. I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, so I slowed down more and more. I wanted to just tease the cum out of him and make it last as long as possible. Finally his moans told me it was going to start. I must have been doing a pretty good job because for a good 15 seconds he pumped load after load down my throat, jerking and groaning with each one. I stayed with him until he put his hand on my head to stop me. Pulling myself up, I gave him a big kiss that this time tasted like a lot of Eric and a little bit of Ty. Still straddling him, I sat up and looked around. I could see that my show hadn't been ignored. There were a few big grins and several thumbs up. I actually grinned back.
"So now, Bro, have I graduated with honors?" I asked, looking directly into his eyes for the answer.
"Dude, you are way beyond belief. Your mission of spreading cum and joy throughout the world has indeed begun."
After a couple of happy hours of sun and idle conversation, it was time to go home.
"Come on Bro," Eric said. "You need to get on your bicycle and get home before you're in trouble, and I need to study Algebra for a while."
I was puzzled. "Study? In the summer?"
"Yeah, I do plan to go to college this fall. I've been accepted at the state university and the community college. I don't know for sure where I'll go yet. I would have to move to go to the university because it's 200 miles away. I could commute the 15 miles to the community college and keep my job that way. But for either one, I need to bone up on some of that math I wasn't really good at. I've been studying from a book and on the computer."
I really didn't like that "move" word, but that was a few weeks away and we would have to work on that issue later. Right now I had another idea, and this was a good one."
"I can help you with Algebra. I took it last year, and I did quite well. I got an 'A' in fact. I think I could really help you."
"Dude, you're on! My work schedule is changing, so I'm off on Wednesday and Thursday starting this week. Can you come over then?"
"You bet I can, Bro," I replied with a huge grin.
After packing up the blanket and the empty water bottles, we headed back downriver to the path to the parking lot. Passing the girls on the towels, we saw that they now had one hot stud each in attendance. The blonde and her companion were out in the water pressed tightly together, and it looked like there might have been more going on than casual conversation.
"Too bad, Bro," Eric said. "It looks like you missed your chance."
"Yeah, " I replied with a grin. "Maybe I'll have better luck another day."
We put on our shorts as we passed the sign on the way to the parking lot. As reluctant as I had been to take them off, I was now reluctant to put them back on. It had been another day of greatly expanded horizons, thanks to my wonderful soul mate. We would still call each other "Bro", but that name had developed a whole new dimension.
(My thanks to all of you who have emailed encouragement and ideas. My thanks especially to Flip McHooter for mentoring me. If it were not for his help in providing suggestions and editing, I would have abandoned this project after the first chapter. My thanks also to this site for letting me share this with you.)