Your host has taken some much needed Holidays to rest up and perhaps re-invigorate with hopes for a few sightings of cuteness for motivation. Which in fact this post is precisely just that, a selected description from the trenches.
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During my travels to a beach-side city with generous attraction to tourists and families from around the globe, I found many fresh faces and often pause to imagine just what stories might be told. Perhaps of events gathered up from a night of random folly or inquisitive discovery and with ultimate boyish delight.....Meh sorry bout the high brow tone. I'd rather this story be told for what I feel most readers will appreciate, but please allow some room for imagination to take hold and you might have to guess the finishing paragraph. My mate suggests that this story describes characters who could be the very same fellows who will eventually be just like you and I longing for a brief revisit to days of the last. These could be future story tellers for OOTS.
So let's tell you about that night-
It was just coming into dusk, my Mate and I came upon a playful pair of boys having some fun climbing on a old ship anchor set up as a memorial of some kind at the beach park. Dressed casual in shorts and singlet tops, but clearly they were drenched from a day of sea swimming, sun and fun. We guessed they must have been either 13 or 14 at the time. Their breaking voices were joined in conversation or in the midst of a challenging scuffle between this pair. Apparently the silly angst was stirred as one had grabbed the others phone and was busily perusing his pals pics with some playful protesting from the boy whom the phone belonged to;
"Hey! give it"....
"No!"
"Wait.. look at you here"
We can imagine why he didn't want his friend to sift through his gallery but I think we all know what a boy and his camera phone can get up to when alone! All this dialogue was sprinkled with giggles and eventually a sudden chase across the lawn past the grannies and camera laden tourists, the two scamper straight down the full length of the jetty.
We enjoyed their joyful exchange and thought it was all done.
However as we meandered down the Jetty, we found the two had completed the chase, resumed as pals and ending in a pleasant pair of youngsters, sat at the very end of the jetty with legs dangling off the edge freely towards the sea. The sight was just so cute, seeing them side by side, so close that their shoulders were touching. Their play was now one boy jamming his flip flop shoe under his buddies bum. The giggles and folly had settled down to this pair of buddies, now chatting quietly. Just as the sun was setting the brilliant sky quilted a peach orange sunset over two lads bathed in the warmth of boyhood trust, friendship and a sure measure of dedication to each other. I knew I just had to capture this sight of beauty and here I share it with all of you. Beyond the pictures and this story, we can only guess what the night held for this pair of tethered friends......
I invite comments if any of you can estimate the remainder of this fine evening for these guys.
Eric
You are inviting completion of this story, right? Probably every reader has a different guess, a different fantasy. I suggest that as the sun went down the boys continued sitting with their legs dangling off the jetty. Soon the evening is moonlit, quiet. Their awareness of each other and of genuine boyish friendship grows.
ReplyDeleteAt length one of the boys reluctantly says "Let's go. I've gotta piss."
"Piss right here," encourages his bud. They argue back and forth for a moment. Then the bolder one says "Look." Without moving from the jetty he opens his fly and releases his dick, aiming out into the sunset reflected in the waves. There are no watchers; if there had been, they would have grinned to themselves as a beautiful arc of liquid gold catches the moonlight in front of the boy and sprays fifteen or twenty feet out into the water. His friend tries not to stare at the sight he has been trusted with, but he peeks at the bare organ again and again, not believing his good fortune.
"See?" his friend says as the urine dribbles down to slow drops and then ceases to flow. "Easy-peasy! Now you."
The other boy, not to be outdone, slowly bares his own dick. Hesitantly at first, and then with a what-the-hell feeling of bravado, he experiences for the first time the delightful fellowship of two best friends lowering their inhibitions and cementing their masculinity by sitting calmly next to each other with their off-limits peters daringly exposed in an action of absolute trust. Presently he sends his own arc of urine into the darkening water, gently spraying it from side-to-side as both dudes break into giggles.
Their urinations complete, the boys remain next to each other, experiencing a strange sensation in their groins as they feel a primitive response to the closeness of their bodies and the bareness of their penises.
Carefully watching each other's softly stiffening probes, they quickly become fully erect. Each of them wonders whether a further act of friendship might take place. "God, I'm hard," one of them whispers, half afraid that he's ruined everything.
A silent pause while they continue manipulating their stiffies. Then the other one admits what is already obvious: "Me too. Real hard."
I imagine the boys continuing a process of discovery, talking now in whispers and inviting mutual touching. They soon find that they both are familiar with a certain fulfilling act, and after a little bashful flirting, they dare to gently stroke each other a few times. There is now no turning back. They perform surprisingly quick pump jobs that culminate in explosively sending two thicker, heavier streams into the water than they had done when pissing. They are momentarily ashamed of what they have done, but their post-ejaculation depression is quickly replaced by the thrill of what they have shared and the desire to do it together again and again and again.
The remainder of their vacation is spent looking for every opportunity to repeat the wonderful enhancement of boyhood friendship.
A reader who prefers to remain -