Six Pac Abs

Caution/Welcome. The following is a same sex fantasy about two young California celebrities, the television and film actor Brendon Ryan Barrett, and the bodybuilder and fitness sensation Richard Sandrak, also known as Little Hercules. It takes place in the summer of 2002 while the two are holidaying at Folsom Lake shortly before Brendon's sixteenth birthday and shortly after Richard's tenth. This story does not reflect nor imply a real event in their lives. If you do not like reading same sex fantasies about celebrities or about young boys enjoying their sexuality and exploring their bodies, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment and the celebration of boyhood. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. This short story has been written in response to a request and suggestion by a loyal and patient supporter of the author's writing. Comments and other story suggestions can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

SIX PACK ABS AND THREE INCH BONER

Fifteen-year-old Brendon Ryan Barrett enjoyed Folsom Lake State Recreation Area. For one, it was near Folsom City where he lived, for another it was far enough up the Sierra-Nevada foothills to be free of the Sacramento smog and pollution, and for another, there were plenty of things for a teenage guy to do. The young star of the television series "Soul Man" and "Two of a Kind" and of the films "Duragno Kids" and "Caspar ll", enjoyed a host of activities including the marital arts, fencing, snow skiing, basketball, soccer, swimming, horseback riding, animals, piano, dance, and occasionally drawing cartoon characters, an interest dating back to his preteens. Folsom Lake SRA provided an opportunity for him to engage in almost all his interests. There were plenty of spaces where you could have an impromptu game of soccer with fellow vacationers and secluded areas where a guy could practice his marital arts or fencing moves undisturbed. The snack bars at Granite Bay and Beal's Point sold volleyball sets and jet skiis besides other recreational equipment. There were plenty of sandy public beaches along the lake if you just wanted to lie in the sun, and if you wanted privacy and took the effort you could find secluded and difficult to reach beaches along the shoreline where a guy could even skinny dip. There were excellent horse riding trails, and a variety of hiking paths and nature trails where one could study the wildlife. The nicest thing of all about the area was that those who came there came for the outdoors and to relax just like he had. Nobody stared at him and giggled or whispered behind their hands at the sight of him, nobody crowded him for his autograph, or treated him like he was some sort of exhibit.

Well, at least most didn't. He could not help noticing he was being watched for the past forty- five minutes, from the moment he'd come out of the lake and had lain in the sun to dry off, when he'd practised some of his marital arts exercises, and now as he lay down in the shade to read. Of course his watcher was not difficult to spot. He was a boy, from his height and facial appearance around ten or eleven. He was wearing black swim trunks, and his body was something else! Never had he ever seen a boy that age with a body so well developed. He had chest and abdominal muscles guys twice his age didn't have, and his biceps and thighs looked more solid than his own although he had to be at least five years older and kept in good shape himself. The boy looked like a miniature Arnold Schwarzenegger with a kid's head. After he'd gotten over the shock of the boy's appearance, Brendon had just ignored him, being he was just a kid, but each time he looked over his way he caught the kid staring at him, and each time the kid quickly looked away, meaning it was no chance accident. After a bit it became irritating, and as it continued he began to get pissed off. He was about to move off to another location when the kid headed over to him. It was just as well. He'd get this unpleasantness over with and carry on with his holiday. After all, why should he be the one to move?

"Tai Kuan Do?"

"Pardon?" Brendon looked up at the boy. Damned if he would give him the courtesy of sitting up after being stared at like that.

"That was what you practise, yes?"

"Ah, yeah, it was. You know about marital arts?"

"My father is former World Martial Arts Champion."

That went a long way toward explaining the kid's muscular build. "So, you practice Tai Kuan Do?"

"No. I know of it. But I practise at our family school Tekkion. I have black belt."

"I see." Awesome abs and skilled besides. He was an easy kid to envy, even hate.

"You move very smoothly and gracefully, like I have seen Shaolin priests do in films. It is as if you are dancing."

"Thanks. I like dance actually." Well, hate was a strong word.

"What kind?"

"Jazz. Tap. Ballet. Any of it really." He had actually won several dance awards, but Brendon was not one to brag.

"I should have known from the way you move."

"So, that is why you've been watching me?"

"Me? But it is you who was watching me."

"Me?"

"Yes. Ever since you came out of water, you have been glancing at me," the boy replied. "And when I've caught you, you've turned away."

"I ."

"That is all right," the boy interrupted before he could make the same accusation. "I am used to people staring at me. I am understanding I don't have the type of body you would see most ten- year-olds having."

"You are ten?" You couldn't be envious of a ten-year-old.

"Yes. I had tenth birthday April 15."

"Well, you are right, you don't have the typical body of a ten-year-old. But that is not why I was glancing over at you. I thought it was you who was glancing all the time at me, and it was becoming irritating."

"As was your staring at me, which is why I was looking to see if you were looking."

Grins quickly began to spread across their faces as the two boys looked at each other, and they burst into laughter.

"Well. I'm glad we got that settled," Brendon observed as he sat up. He owed the kid that much.

"Me also."

"It is funny how misunderstandings can occur and how people can misinterpret the behaviour of others."

"Yes it is. But now there is no misunderstanding I leave you. I am sorry to have disturbed you."

"Hey, it was no bother," Brendon said with a shrug, "really. Actually, it was nice to talk to someone for a change without them making a big fuss over me." He could at least be friendly.

"People make big fuss over you?"

The comment caught Brendon off guard at first, it not being the type of comment one guy normally makes to another, and then he felt offended, but as he thought about it, he realized how ironic that was. His complaint was usually that people were constantly bothering him, not that people were ignoring him. Now, how does a guy respond to a question like that?

"I am sorry," Richard said suddenly as he realized how his comment had to have sounded. "I did not mean to offend you by saying that. You have good body. Muscular that is. Very little body fat," he observed, growing more flustered as he tried to correct his wrong. He really had not meant any offense. "I just . . . well . . . I am sure peoples make a fuss over you."

"Hey, that's okay. It was an honest question. Like I said, it was nice not having the fuss." He felt sorry for the kid actually. He'd put his foot in his mouth plenty of times so he knew the feeling.

"So, people stare too at you?"

"Yes, but not because of my body, though don't I wish," Brendon responded. "I'm an actor. I've stared in a number of television series and films. People recognize me, and well, you know."

"I see. Then that explains my ignorance to you. I do not watch either."

"You don't?" Brendon asked in surprise.

"My father does not allow. Besides, it is waste of time when people can be doing more active things. My father says television is a leading cause why people in America are fat."

"Good thing most people don't think that way or I'd be out of a job," Brendon said with a chuckle.

"Oh," said Richard, not having thought of that and growing perturbed once more. "I am sorry again. I did not mean what you do is a waste of time. I really didn't ."

"Hey, it's all right, really," Brendon interrupted, seeing how upset the boy was getting. He had to be feeling embarrassed as hell. "Your father is right. Many people have become fat and lazy because of television. I was just making a little joke."

"Oh," responded Richard, and seeing Brendon's smile he had to smile too. "I get it. And you are right also. If everyone thought like my father, television salespeoples would be very unhappy." He began to relax at little once again. He had been nervous and uncertain about approaching the unknown teenager in the first place, and it was only the urgency of his concern that had convinced him to go through with it. Unfortunately it seemed each time he opened his dumb mouth he was making things worse.

"I am Brendon, Brendon Barrett, by the way."

"Richard Sandrak," the boy responded, squatting down and extending his hand formally. Brendon reached over and shook it. Each was secretly pleased when the other did not react to his name. Each really did not know who the other was. "You were about to read when I interrupted?"

"Yes, Jack London's book, 'Jerry of the Islands', about a dog in Melanesia, not one of his better- known books."

"I have not heard of it, but I have read 'White Fang'."

"That is a good story. I like books about animals. But with my parents both being veterinarians, I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. 'White Fang' is a bit difficult to read though, no?" Brendon asked, surprised a ten-year-old would read a book that advanced, or a book that old.

"A little, but I too like animals, and books about them. I am, like my mother and father, a vegetarian. And reading is almost as much fun as mathematics."

"You like mathematics?"

"Oh yes. I especially enjoy algebra. And solving quadratic equations or binomial functions is like solving mysteries."

"Quadratic equations? Binomials? What grade are you in?"

"I am not actually in any grade. I am homeschool. But in levels, in mathematics, I am taking first year university calculus right now."

"First year university? I just finished struggling through my high school freshman math!"

"You go to a regular school, and act also?"

"Yeah, most of the time, though when I'm shooting in New York for my part in 'Soul Man' if I'm there any length of time I have a tutor. That's okay, but I'd rather be in class."

"The key is teaching. If they do not want to, you cannot make them, that is what my mother says."

"Hey, I hope I didn't sound like I'm against home schooling. Each to his own. I know a number of actors who are. It is just not for me."

"I feel the same thing about public schools. They are not for me."

There followed a long silence, the boys not knowing each other well enough and there being too great an age difference for them to sustain a conversation. Brendon could not get over how muscular the kid's body was, nor how mature and intelligent he seemed. "You an only child?"

"Oh no! Are you?"

"I have a sister a year younger than I, Caitlin."

Another long silence followed. Richard stared at the grass and bit his lower lip as he tried to think of something to say. He was not normally at a loss of words. Brendon normally didn't have difficulty talking to strangers either, but what can a fifteen-year-old talk to a ten-year-old about, especially when he did not watch television or movies? He had learned to observe people to develop his acting skills, however, and it did not take a whole lot of observation to notice that Richard was very uncomfortable. "There is something bothering you?"

Richard looked up at him in surprise. "Why, yes. How did you know?"

"From the look on your face, and the way you've been, you know, shifting back and forth and stuff, like you are thinking of something."

"You are very observant."

"It is part of my training," Brendon said with a shrug. He waited but Richard was not forthcoming with what was on his mind. The boy wanted to, but was uncertain how to begin. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Well," began Richard hesitantly, "there is another reason I was looking at you, besides because you were staring at me." He grinned impishly and Brendon laughed as he retorted once again that it was the other way around. Richard had hoped making a joke would help, and it did. "Well, anyway, when you came out of the water . . . well . . . you were . . . well, your trunks had a bulge." By this time the ten-year-old was bright red with embarrassment and unable to look directly at Brendon. He was still squatting and he shifted his weight uncomfortably. It wasn't exactly just because they had a bulge, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Brendon hadn't had any idea what to expect, but he certainly hadn't expected that comment, not from a ten-year-old. He quickly thought back to when he was the boy's age. He could not recall bulges in guys' swim trunks ever being something that he'd noticed in other boys or wondered about at the age of ten, though there had to have been boys on the beach with bulging swim trunks. Everybody's trunks bulged, even those with the littlest dicks. Once again he did not know how to respond. The other type of bulges were something guys noticed once they hit their teens, and then they were either embarrassingly ignored, or the cause of a big joke, but a ten-year- old?.

"I am sorry," Richard observed in the awkward silence. "This is something very personal. Very private. I should not have bothered you, someone I do not know." It had seemed like a good idea when he'd first thought of it, but now Richard was so red his face was hot and he wished he could just shrunk away to nothing and disappear. He had made a big mistake.

"I am so sorry," he repeated, not knowing what else to say as he stood and began to back away.

"Hey, no, that's okay," responded Brendon. "Really, it is. You don't have to apologize." His teachers had observed that he was intuitive, and his directors had said he was a quick study. He thought quickly as he tried to make sense out of the situation. So the kid had noticed the bulge his cock made in his wet swim trunks. Fact. He was too young to tease him, and besides, they were total strangers, and it wasn't as if he had a hardon. Facts. You didn't just walk up to a stranger and point out that his dick was sticking out his swim trunks. Fact. So why would he mention it? One reason came to mind, but that was impossible. The kid was only ten. He couldn't possibly be gay. He tried to think of a reason he'd have to do what the kid had done when he was ten, but he was drawing a total blank. So much for being intuitive and being a quick study. "Actually, having a bulge in my swim trunks is not what is usually the case," he observed, more to just make conversation than anything else, and knowing that whatever it was that was on the kid's mind, it was bothering him greatly. "Usually after I've spent time in the water it shrivels up so small I could probably pass for being a girl," he commented with a smile.

"Mine usually also shrivels," Richard observed seriously, ignoring the humour and clearly still highly embarrassed despite the fact it was he who had initiated the topic. He thought for a moment, and then continued. "But lately . . . lately . . . the opposite has been happening."

"The opposite?"

"Getting smaller is not the problem. It is . . . well . . . getting bigger. Not when I'm in the water. When I'm anywhere."

"Well, that is natural," Brendon replied with a shrug. "You are growing, so it should too." He figured that was particularly true considering the kid's muscular development.

"No, not that bigger. Not like my biceps, or my abs, have been getting bigger because of my exercises. It . . . this is very embarrassing." Richard shook his head and inhaled deeply. It would be so easy to just forget it, but he had gone this far. He had to tell him. Besides, his parents had not raised him to run and hide when things became difficult. The problem he was trying to explain had been occurring now for the past six months, and with increasing regularity, and with longer duration each time. Six months is a long time, especially when you are ten. The difficulty was that he had nobody he could discuss it with. Doctors his parents had long ago dismissed as quacks interested in promoting pills and drugs and in making profits from insurance companies ever since several had criticized their nutrition program and the exercise routine they'd developed for him. He had no close companion he could confer with, being home schooled and not having much opportunity to mix and get to know others his age, and though he was very close to his coach and trainer Frank Goggin-Giardina, this was not something he could discuss with him.

Of course the obvious solution was to discuss it with his father, but he knew how proud his father, and his mother for that matter, were of his physical achievements, and how hard both his parents were working to make their family martial arts training program and nutritional business a success since moving to America. Although they tried to hide it from him, he also knew how sensitive they were about any criticism about themselves or what he'd achieved. That his "problem" might have something to do with his training, and that it could make things worse for them, had occurred to him almost immediately, so he couldn't let them know. He loved them more than anyone else in the entire world and would never do anything to hurt them, no matter how distressed it made him.

So, when he'd spotted what he had assumed was the same problem as his when Brendon had stepped out of the lake, and when he'd noticed what he'd thought was the teenager's interest in him, he'd decided this was an opportunity he could not allow to pass by. The worries and fears that had built up for six months far outweighed any embarrassment he'd figured he'd have discussing the topic, and besides, he'd reasoned on the spur of the moment that perhaps with a total stranger such a discussion might be easier than with someone he knew and would be seeing daily. It were those thoughts that pushed him on now. He sat down beside Brendon. "My penis has been suddenly and for no reason swelling and becoming very firm as firm as my biceps when I flex even firmer and it has been happening often," he said in a rush without stopping to breathe. There, he had said it!

"Oh. That type of bigger." Brendon stared at the youngster. He remembered his first hardons. They were not that long ago, maybe three years, a bit more, and he remembered how mysterious and frightening they had been. If he'd had them as young as the age of ten he could not remember, so he doubted if he had, and if others got them that young he had no idea. Since it had occurred with the other changes that were happening to his body he'd just assumed that was when it happened for everyone. "Well," he observed slowly, "you are kind of young for that to be happening already, but it is something perfectly natural that happens to all guys."

"It does?" Richard asked, his big, brown, innocent eyes growing wide with surprise, and his young face brightening with the possible good news. After six months of worry, he was desperate for good news.

"Yeah, it does. It is just your body's way of telling you that you are becoming a man, that it is ready to have sex. Like I said, you are sort of young to be having erections, but I've read about girls as young as nine who have entered puberty and that it is happening at a younger and younger age. I don't recall reading anything about boys, but I suppose the same could be for them."

"You said ready to have sex?" Richard asked uneasily, having blanked out everything Brendon had said after that. His parents had given him a very long lecture about the evils of the outside world, and a fixation on sex was one of the gravest and most widespread of the evils. The rabbi had a lot to say about the sin of sex also, most of which he didn't understand except that it was bad except for a man and his wife to make children.

"Yeah. It is your body's way of saying it is becoming a man, and is ready to do man-type things."

"Is it because of my physical training to develop my muscles, do you think? I know I am stronger than many guys twice my age. I can squat for half an hour with one and a half times my weight, and I can bench three times my weight for several reps."

"Just how heavy are you?"

"Seventy-five pounds," Richard replied. "Or do you think maybe my diet is making my body think it is a man's?"

"Diet? You taking steroids?"

"Absolutely not! Many media think it is so. They have accused me and my family of being body builders, and using steroids and such things. But none of it is true. We are very against drugs for the body. I take a sport formula developed by my father of vitamins, minerals and amino acids, and OXG. And I do not eat meat. My family knows much about nutrition from many generations."

From the ten-year-old's intensity, Brendon guessed that steroids and his sports supplements were sensitive topics. "Well, I'd guess it is probably because of your exercises and physical strength, though the sports formula could be part of it too. All of it, your training and the supplements and the way you've built up your body, they all have to be affecting the amount and types of hormones in your blood, and that is related to puberty," Brendon said as he recalled his sex education lessons.

"What is puberty again?" Richard asked, trying to take all the information in. He was gifted, but he was also only ten.

"That is when a boy's body begins to change and become more like a man's body, develop hair, and get a deeper voice, and stuff. The rest of your body is like a man's, so I guess your dick is thinking it should be too. That is not a bad thing. Just means you can enjoy having a boner longer than most guys is all."

"A boner?"

"That is one of the names guys call their dick when it gets hard. Hardon is another. Doctors and adults call it an erection."

"Oh. You said enjoy? How can such a thing be enjoyed?"

Brendon smiled. He'd forgotten the time when he'd been so pure and innocent and his penis was nothing more than a piss hose. "What do you do when it happens?"

"Hope it will go away, and try to make it go soft again with my mind, and if that does not work try to ignore it. It always does go soft again. It always will, won't it?" he asked, voicing one of his fears that one day it would not and then everyone would know his problem.

"Yeah, it does, unfortunately," Brendon replied with a sigh.

Richard ignored the teenager's regret. It made no sense and there were so many other questions on his mind. Finding finally someone who could answer them, the problem was he didn't know which to ask next. "When it happens to you, what do you do?"

"Well, if I can, I have a good whack-off," Brendon responded honestly.

"A good whack-off?"

"I stroke it, with my hand," Brendon said, demonstrating in the air between his legs with an imaginary and very huge dick.

"Why?"

"Because it feels good. Everyone does it."

"This is not wrong? I mean, it is not harmful to the body?" Richard asked. It seemed as if there were so many things that were.

"Harmful? Heck no. There are some doctors who even say it is good for you, mentally and physically. There are some priests who would say it is bad, but then to priests, everything that is fun is bad and will send you to hell. That's dumb because everyone does it."

Richard considered his new information. He had little faith in the advice of doctors from listening to his parents, and if some priests said it was wrong, he was sure the rabbi would also say so. Still, surely not every doctor was without a conscience, and rabbis did expect everyone to be perfect and pure, and often kids were wiser than adults. He could cite many incidences where he was much wiser than the media who came by to exploit him and his parents. It made sense that this teenager, especially being an actor and wise in the way of the world, would know about such things. "So, this whack-off thing, how is it done exactly?"

The question brought back memories of his introduction to the world of whacking-off. He had heard about it from a friend who had been told the facts by a cousin, who had been informed by a friend who'd overheard his brother talking to a buddy. By the time the information had gotten to him it had been so distorted it was filled with inaccuracies and misconceptions. And to that a vivid imagination, a sprinkling of fear since nobody had any answers to some very basic questions, and a large dose of guilt, and you have an introduction that was memorable but far from enjoyable. Here was an opportunity to see that at least one young boy didn't have to go through what he had.

"Well, I could tell you, or give you the name of a place on the Internet where you can read all about it, or we could do it together. . . ."

"I am not allowed to go on the Internet by myself," Richard responded, his parents having told him it was for his own protection because the Internet was filled with sites promoting violence, drugs and sex. "You could tell me, but I have found in homeschool that to see and to do is better way to learn."

"You got that right," Brendon agreed. "Let's find a place where we can be alone."

"I must tell my mother and father, so they do not worry." As Richard stood and headed across the beach to do so, Brendon studied him from behind. He'd never seen anyone so young with such defined muscles. He quickly checked in with his parents also. "It is fine," Richard announced upon his return. "I tell them who you are and that we go somewhere private so we can talk, so I can tell you about our fitness program and products, and you to tell me about your fitness practice."

"Well, I've heard it called a lot of things, but never fitness practice," Brendon said with a smile as they headed across the beach, "but that is what it is, so you did tell the truth." They cut across an expanse of grass at the far end of the beach. "You were not born in the United States were you?"

"No, I and my parents come from Russia. But we are American citizens now."

"So, to make you honest, tell me about this sports drink and OXG."

By the time the two boys reached the small clearing amongst the blue oaks that Brendon had discovered while exploring the nearby woodland several summers ago, Richard had filled him in on the family enterprise and Brendon had given him an introductory lesson on puberty.

"So, I'm sure you get asked this hundreds of times," Brendon observed as they pushed their way through the dense undergrowth of toyon and California buckeye surrounding the private little clearing, "what exactly are your stats?"

"My biceps are twelve inches, my chest thirty-five, and my waist twenty-one.

My legs are seventeen-and-a-half and I am four-foot eight and seventy-five pounds. I have four percent body fat," recited Richard. He had been asked that question, frequently.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what my biceps or legs are, but I'm five-foot-eight and a hundred-and-forty pounds," Brendon observed, adding with a grin as he pushed his tight blue Speedos down, "and five-and-a-quarter inches hard."

"I do not know how long mine is for sure," Richard observed as he pushed down his black trunks.

"Well, we will find out soon enough." Brendon sat down in the long, undisturbed grass and Richard sat facing him. It felt funny on his naked bum and Brendon laughed when he told him. "First thing we need to do, is to get ourselves hard," he explained. Reaching down, he slowly milked his limp boy tube, forming a "U" with his thumb and fingers and grasping his dick by the base and pulling up on it as he squeezed it and then repeating the action. Richard copied him. "I see you're cut."

"Cut?" asked Richard, looking down at his limp penis with concern.

"I mean circumcised, like me."

"Oh."

"Some guys like to bounce their dick to get it hard, like this," Brendon demonstrated, "and others roll it in their fingers. Some guys like to play with their nuts too, or their nipples, that's my favourite. Some like to rub their buttholes."

"Their buttholes?" asked Richard, wrinkling up his nose.

"Yeah. It's not bad really. I've tried it, but like I said, I like to rub my nipples best. It sort of sends the same tingles through my chest as happens when I rub the bulb at the end of my dick."

"You've done this with lots of guys then."

"Huh? Oh. No," Brendon responded as he realized Richard's reasoning. "I got most of what I said from the site I told you that is on the web. And from a friend. He's the only one I've done this with. You're only the second."

That he was sharing this very secret and private thing with him impressed Richard and he felt a warm glow being so privileged. He again copied his mentor, running his fingers lightly over his solid pecs and gently caressing his nipples. They began to grow firm, and his penis began to grow firm also. It was pleasant in a way, a strange way, and exciting too, because it was new, and because it was private. He concentrated on the new sensation causing his nipples to burn. It was a lot like the feeling around the bulb of his penis like Brendon had said. He squirmed with the pleasure and glancing over at Brendon, he smiled.

Brendon's teenage cock was swelling rapidly. He always got stiff faster when he did it with his buddy, but this was even faster and hotter yet. For one, it was a totally new experience, sharing this very private pleasure with Richard for the first time. The fact that the boy was only ten and engaging in this "adult" sport made it even hotter. What made it the hottest though, was that this was the ten-year-old's very first time. Brendon thought back to his very first experience, the awe and the mystery as he felt those tingles rippling through his young penis, as he felt it slowly swelling and becoming firm in his fingers. He returned Richard's smile and squirmed with the pleasure also.

So the two boys sat there in the shade of the tall blue oaks and caressed their chests and tugged on their dicks until both their teats and their young cocks were firm and tingling with arousal. Richard stared at the older boy's stiff organ and wondered what it felt like to have one so huge, and Brendon stared at Richard's stiff cocklet and estimated it to be three inches in length. Somehow, with his chiselled chest and rippling abs, having a hard-on seemed very appropriate. The two boys were tense with the novelty and excitement of the moment, and although they did not know what it was, they could sense the sexuality in the air. Being nude in front of another guy was one thing, but being nude and in that very special state was something totally different.

"There's all sorts of ways you can whack-off once it's hard," Brendon explained, continuing with his lesson. "I'd try the two-finger style. It's the first one I used, and is still my favourite." So saying, he began to gently stroke his cock, slipping his first two fingers and his thumb up and down the length from base to knob, stroking ever so slowly and gently. His heart had risen in his chest in the excitement and he could feel it beating high in his chest. As he'd said, he'd only jerked off with one other person before, and they were the same age and close buddies. This was a lot different. He'd only met Richard, and he was just a kid, five years younger than he was. As he watched him, Richard marvelled once again at the boy's body. He also had the most awesome physique he'd ever seen on a ten-year-old. Even his own muscles were not as defined, though with his marital arts training and dance particularly, he did have a more solid build than most fifteen-year-old boys did. Brendon felt a quiver of excitement as he watched the boy slowly began to beat his meat. His biceps flexed in time with his slow pumping motion. He continued to rub his other hand over his contoured chest and a smile passed over his lips. He was evidently liking stimulating his chest as much as Brendon did.

Richard did like it, all of it, the stimulation of his nipples, and the stimulation of his stiff penis. The sensations passing through his irritated nipples and his chest and through his erect cocklet were totally unreal, sensations like he'd never felt before. As he continued to rub his now irritated nipples, he did so more vigorously, and he stared at one and then the other as if fascinated by the sweet pain. That is what it was, a sweet pain. It was stimulating, and the harder he rubbed, the more stimulating it became, but it hurt too, and the more he rubbed the more the hurt was, and the more he wanted to do it because the hurt felt good in a way. The same was true for his cocklet. The more he rubbed it, especially the end, the more it itched and it seemed the hotter it got, and the more it itched and the hotter it got the harder he rubbed. It was hot there in the shade too, and the sweat began to bead on his forehead and on his pecs.

He noticed Brendon had thick, curly hairs above his penis and strands of hair on his testicles, and though his chest was smooth, he did have pit hair, long, fine silky hairs. He would have to ask about hair too sometime, when a guy got it, and why, and what it was like having hair in those places. At the moment, he had enough to think about. As he slowly stroked his swollen penis he marvelled at how it made him feel, and he was glad that Brendon had introduced him to this whacking off thing. He also felt a twinge of guilt. In that everything else that people said made you feel good his parents prohibited, he suspected if they knew about this secret they'd probably prohibit it too. Somehow, he suspected they did not know about this. It was not the sort of thing they knew about. That did bother him. He did not want to do anything they would disapprove of.

"Sometimes I think about a girl I really like while I do this, and imagine I'm screwing her," advised his tutor, interrupting his thoughts, "and sometimes I think about guys in the showers and what it would be like to share this secret with them. Sometimes I even imagine all of us in the showers whacking off together. Other times, most times, I just think about how glad I am that I'm a boy and that I know about doing this, and I concentrate on the feeling as I watch my fingers slipping up and down my cock."

His parents had warned him about swearing, and hardly ever hearing such words, Richard never used such language. It was a bit of a shock hearing it coming from Brendon's lips, Brendon seeming like a very decent sort of boy, the type of boy his parents would approve of him seeing. Under the circumstances cock seemed much more appropriate than penis though.

He watched Brendon slowly slipping his fingers up and down his stiff penis, his cock. It was two inches longer than his like he'd said, and was a lot fatter besides. The end was more of a bulb shape than an upside down bowl shape like his, and it was a lot deeper reddish-purple. Otherwise, it looked much the same. He looked up at Brendon's face. His eyes were sparkling and wet-looking as he stared down at his slowly pumping fist, and his lips were curled into a slight smile.

Richard decided on several things at that moment. He decided that no matter what his parents might think about what he was doing, he was going to continue to do it. He was a good son, following their advice in all other matters, following their rigid routine of exercise and diet, their restrictions on how much time he could spend with his friends and whom he could see, and their homeschool. There were some things that a boy should be able to do that were his decisions. His second decision was that for this time he'd think about Brendon and about the new and wonderful feelings he was feeling. And his third decision, was that he'd ask Brendon if he'd become a regular friend and maybe write to him.

Watching the look of concentration on Richard's face, Brendon knew that he had made his introduction to this pleasure a positive one, and that made him feel good. He slowed his pace even more, not just so it would last, but because he wanted Richard to have his big moment first. He remembered his first climax. He'd been whacking off for half a year before he'd dared go all the way. It was an event he would never forget, not just the awesome, mind-blowing feeling, but the fear and the guilt trip that went with it. He would see that Richard was spared the latter, that there was nothing to fear nor feel guilty about.

The fifteen-year-old inhaled and exhaled slowly as he felt his nuts beginning to draw up under his throbbing, aching cock, and he concentrated on the delightful build-up of tension in his loins and the tingling of his cockhead. He had been sincere when he'd said he was glad that he was a boy and that he had learned of this pleasure. It was a hot day, and what he was doing made his blood flow even faster. His body was hot and flushed, and his nuts damp. He reached down and cupped his balls and rolled the still loose but tightening skin between his thumb and fingers, and then brought his fingers to his nose and closing his eyes he inhaled the delightful, musky odour, as was his practice. He knew of no aroma so delightful.

It had been an automatic reflex, something he did routinely, and he'd done it without thought what his young protege might think. As he opened his eyes, he noticed Richard do the same thing, and as he watched the boy cup and roll the skin of his hairless little marbles between his thumb and fingers, and then bring his fingers to his nose as he closed his eyes and continued to stroke his stiff little dicklet with the other, he wondered what he would think. Lowering his hand, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Brendon. A smile curled the corners of his lips.

"I love the smell of my nuts when they've been sweating," Brendon observed.

"It is an interesting smell," Richard responded. "Mine that is, not yours. Not that I'm sure yours too smells very good." He began to grow red with embarrassment as he tried to explain himself.

"Maybe you'd better forget about talking and just stick to whacking off," Brendon advised with a grin, and the two boys giggled.

And so they did just as he suggested, the two of them, the fifteen-year-old and the ten-year-old, sitting there in the shade in the Sierra-Nevada hills that hot, sunny, summer afternoon, the two of them stark naked, their young, smooth bodies glistening with sweat and flushed with sexual arousal. The tingling of their irritated nipples caused the tender swollen buds to burn and sent ripples of pleasure through their chests, through Brendon's smooth, teenage pecs, his breast pads still soft and just beginning to develop the definition of manhood, and Richard's much firmer and more solidly-packed young chest. Both began to breathe more deeply as the pleasure between their legs grew with each stroke. Brendon's flat stomach rose and fell as he slowly pumped his fist up and down the length of his throbbing cock. Richard's stomach was rising and falling also, his six-pack abs growing tighter as the pressure between his legs increased, a totally new and enticing pressure.

It was a strange feeling, that pressure. When it had begun, he was not sure, but he could feel it developing deep inside him now, somewhere in the vicinity of his groin though his penis, testicles and thighs had become so numb it was difficult to decide for sure where the feeling was. It felt good, very good, and like an addiction, he could not get enough of it. With each stroke the pressure increased, and the increase drove him on, encouraging him to stroke with more force and more speed, encouraging him to stroke his swollen little cocklet until he burst like a balloon.

He began to breathe more deeply, as he did as he approached the end of a strenuous workout. He sensed that he was quickly approaching the end of this very new and invigorating exercise. The tingling, aching feeling in his swollen cocklet had been replaced by a numb throbbing that seemed to pass through his entire groin and into his thighs, causing his cock, groin and upper thighs to throb in unison. It was sort of like when he exercised almost to the point of exhaustion, like the warm flush that passed over his muscles when he'd reached his peak of endurance and stopped. But he was not stopping. He was rapidly stroking his swollen flesh, going on and on and on.

The numb feeling spread through his loins, causing them to feel very weak, almost as if they'd been detached, and then it hit him. The ripple started deep in his groin, at some undefinable point under his testicles, and it passed up through his stiff, numb cocklet, replacing the numbness with a sharp piercing sensation like being stabbed by a needle. The muscles of his right leg quivered like they did when they were short of oxygen except more violently, and then his cock quivered, and his entire body jerked. He snorted in surprise as his hot, stiff cock throbbed repeatedly, the pulse between his fingers and thumb as strong as his heart beat after practising his lifts. He grunted and gasped with the sharp pleasure jolting his sensitive cocklet. His legs jerked like legs on a puppet, and he twisted and jerked like a drop of water on a skillet, and then shuddered with the relief that flooded over his body.

Brendon smiled as he watched Richard and he focussed on his own pleasure as he pumped his fingers up and down his own throbbing organ. It was wicked hearing him gasp and grunt with his orgasm, and not just any orgasm, but his very first. It was so fucking hot seeing him spasm uncontrollably and hearing his young, soprano voice quivering with the ultimate of pleasure as he closed his eyes and groaned. Then his own climax hit, with more force than it ever had before. Hot squirt after squirt of his thick semen shot out of his throbbing, aching cock, shooting up like a fountain and falling back over his hardon, down over his fingers, and down over his tight balls. It was brief, but it was wonderful, and as his pearly semen collected in whitish pools in the natural cavities of his naked body and ran as thin streamers over his flushed, naked flesh, he sighed with pleasure. He'd never felt so good in all his life. Noticing Richard staring at him, he smiled over at him.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah," the ten-year-old sighed.

"Figured so," Brendon observed with a smile as he lay back and took several deep breaths, the hot Sierra-Nevada air now scented with the fragrance of fresh cum. His cock was still erect but no longer burning and he sighed with the pleasure of the afterglow. The hot sun beat down on his naked, cum streaked flesh and as he shifted he felt a trickle of cum ooze between his right ball sack and his thigh.

Richard had returned the smile and lain on his back also, copying his mentor. He would have to ask about the stuff that had spurted out of his penis. From the look on his face as it had happened, it had to have felt awesome, and it evidently had been expected. That could wait. Right now he was feeling too exhausted and too awed to do anything except lie there in the shade and enjoy the warm flood that had washed over him, and relive the shocking explosion that had occurred. He knew then and there that this thing called whacking-off was going to become just as regular a routine as his physical training program, and when it came to pleasure, it certainly was going to rival doing kicks and squats.

The following morning Brendon went boating with his family. Later that afternoon, although the temperatures had climbed to above ninety degrees, he went jogging along the shoreline. Only two weeks from his sixteenth birthday, the young teen was fit and full of energy, and he was very conscious of the need to be in good physical shape, not just to perform as an actor and dancer, but for plain good healthy living. Having met Richard Sandrak the day before and seeing the ten- year-old's chiselled body and six-pac abs was certainly additional motivation that afternoon. Speaking of the muscular young wonder, Brendon was surprised to spot him beside a stand of young black oak on a rise to the right of the path and ahead of him. He was wearing only a tattered pair of white britches torn off just below the crotch and the sight of him and the memory of yesterday caused Brendon's cock to twitch. Jumping up and grasping the lowest branch of one of the larger trees, the four-foot-eight young trainer drew himself up in a behind the neck chin. Slowly lowering his body, he repeated the chin. Brendon did not know much about chin lifts, but he knew smooth form when he saw it, and he marvelled at the ten-year-old's grace and at his biceps and triceps as he slowly raised and lowered his body. Brendon watched unobserved for a few minutes before jogging over to him.

"Oh, hi!" said Richard cheerfully with a huge, open smile revealing his front teeth as he dropped to the ground.

"How many of those things can you do?" Brendon asked in amazement.

"I have never tried for a limit," Richard responded. "Normally in my exercise I do a hundred."

"A hundred! That's amazing."

"So, you are out jogging?" Richard asked. That was obvious, but he didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah," Brendon replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. His thick hair, held back with a sweat band, was wet and plastered to his scalp, and his pale grey tank top had large inverted dark triangles of sweat stain in the front and back. His nylon jogging shorts were clinging to his backside. "I'm surprised to see you. I didn't know you were going to be here another day."

"Nor did I know you were."

"We're camping at Beal's Point."

"No! So are we!" There were only forty-nine campsites, but having spent the evening with their families, they had not ventured out of their individual sites the previous evening. By the time Brendon had gone to wash up at the public washroom for the night, Richard had long past his bedtime curfew.

"So how are you today?"

"Great. And you?"

"Same."

The two boys stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say, both wondering the same thing but not knowing how to ask it.

"Thanks again for yesterday," Richard finally said, "for explaining things to me, and showing me, you know. . . ."

"Hey, glad to have been of some help. And glad you are okay with what we did."

"It got hard again last night, but I knew what to do about it," Richard said with a shy smile.

"Oh yeah? Cool." Brendon smiled at the comment and his eyes brightened in merriment.

"It got hard three times."

"You did it three more times yesterday?" Brendon asked, raising both eyebrows.

"Yes. That is okay, is it not?" Richard asked, suddenly worried. "You cannot do it too much can you?"

"Heck no, you can never do it too much," Brendon responded with a grin. "Your body won't let you overdo it. If you do, your nuts tighten up to warn you, and that hurts worse than a cramped muscle!"

"So how often do you do it?" Richard asked as he stored away the newest information. A hurt worse than a cramped muscle had to be really painful!

"Well, it depends. Every other day, sometimes more, sometimes less." He would never have admitted that to a friend, but he had introduced the pleasure to Richard.

"Oh," Richard responded, a hint of disappointment in his voice. That was not the answer he had expected. He had expected Brendon did it regularly, daily or even more, and he felt foolish now saying he'd done it four times in all in one day. He had to have sounded like a dumb kid who couldn't control himself.

"I did it again last night also," Brendon admitted, and Richard's face immediately lit up. "Thinking about you, and that it was your first time, and remembering the look on your face, the enjoyment in your eyes, it got me horny."

"Horny?"

"Oh. Ah, aroused. It gave me a boner. Horny is when your cock itches so bad you got to grab it and whack off."

"Oh. Then I guess I was horny three times last night," Richard observed with a smile, and the two boys laughed. They stood there awkwardly as they thought about the previous day and what to say next and about the itch beginning to develop between their legs.

"Then I guess you must like whacking off," Brendon observed with a grin.

"Oh yes, very much," Richard replied eagerly.

"You interested in maybe doing it again?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Sure." Richard didn't try to hide the wide smile on his face, the reflection of the happiness in his heart.

As they headed for the clearing where they had done it the day before, the two felt a growing desire between their legs, and a pleasant anticipation. Yesterday had been exciting and especially pleasurable for both of them. Pushing their way through the underbrush of toyon and California buckeye, they stared at the ground as they silently dropped their shorts and underwear and sat down on the lush grass. Although they had whacked off together the day before and although they both had said they had liked it and wanted to do it again, they felt embarrassed first of all pushing down their shorts and underwear, and then sitting there with them about their ankles as they began to fiddle with their most private part. As Brendon eventually reached up and slipping his left hand under his sweat soaked tank top began to caress his nipples, he glanced at Richard out of the corner of his eye and was pleased to see him also reach up and begin to fondle his little teats. Although widely practised, it was a secret and private thing they did, and the two boys sat there self-consciously as they milked their limp but growing young dicks and rubbed their rapidly swelling nipples, stealing covert glances at each other not just to see how they were progressing, but because watching was part of the excitement and joy of whacking off together.

"It is nicer doing it with someone than by yourself," observed Richard.

"Yes it is."

Being young and healthy, it was not long before both of the boys were hard. Grasping their hot, swollen cocks between thumb and first two fingers, the two began to milk them. The burning irritation of their swollen teats and the raw burn around the rim of their cockheads was a sweet pain that caught the focus of both boys. It was very new for Richard, and still comparatively new for Brendon although he'd been doing it for several years now. The fifteen-year-old inhaled and exhaled deeply as the tremors of arousal pulsated through his chest and his swollen cock. Despite the familiarity, it was immensely enjoyable, and sitting there watching Richard milking his little stiff cocklet and fiddling with his irritated, swollen teats, and seeing the look of concentration and pleasure on his face, made it all the more enjoyable. It had been great jerking off and recalling their afternoon experience yesterday evening, and it was even greater sitting there and doing it once again with the ten-year-old. Richard had also found recalling their experience together delightfully arousing as he'd pounded his pud the previous night, and the mysterious and powerful ripples of arousal piercing his muscular chest and his swollen little penis were the most awesome feelings he'd ever felt, driving him on to do it three times that evening. Like Brendon, however, he found actually sharing the experience with another boy even more stimulating than doing it alone. Noticing Brendon stop, he immediately did also.

"If you pause once in a while, you can make it last longer," Brendon explained.

"Oh!" Richard looked up at his mentor with admiration. There was much he had to learn about this whacking off. As he lay there, he could not stop from glancing over at Brendon's hardon. It looked huge compared to his own, and huge compared to its size when it was soft. When he'd glanced over at it yesterday, he'd been embarrassed and uncertain about the morality of what they were doing, and his glances had been fleeting. This time, as the older boy lay there and openly revealed his most private part as if it were a perfectly natural thing, he took a closer look at it. He committed to his memory the darker bulb-shaped top, the thickness of his shaft, the deep blue vein running up the underside, his large, low hung balls, and the thick bush of curly brown hair above his cock. Brendon similarly studied Richard's little three-inch boner closer than the day before. The reddish mushroom-shaped cap contrasted with the narrow, pale pink shaft, his little boner seeming appropriate despite his age what with his muscular chest and six-pack abs. His balls were small and formed two little marbles in a loose, jowly sack. He looked up at the young boy staring intently at his own hot, throbbing cock.

"Want to try doing mine?"

"Sure," Richard responded, too young and too innocent to consider the implications of one boy touching another sexually.

Brendon lay on his back and Richard sat on his haunches beside him and reached out inquisitively for his stiff, protruding member. As he slipped his thumb and two fingers about the shaft, he marvelled at how thick it was, and at how firm it felt, like an iron bar. He thought his own was hard, but Brendon's was so much harder. He slowly slid his fingers and thumb up the shaft and over the bulb, and then slowly eased them down, glancing up at Brendon to make sure he was doing it right. From the smile curling the teenager's lips as he lay there with his head raised to watch, what he was doing was evidently correct. So he slowly worked his thumb and fingers up and down the teenager's throbbing cock, and as Brendon began to breathe more deeply and as he wiggled his hips each time Richard stroked his knob, Richard knew he was bringing him the same pleasure as he'd brought his own penis the day before. That was only fitting considering Brendon had introduced him to the pleasure. Uncertain if he should look up, he sat there and concentrated on his fingers slowly easing up and down the teenager's stiff cock.

"May I touch yours?" Brendon asked a few minutes later.

"Sure."

Drawing his arm back, Brendon reached for the still erect little projection.

Slipping two fingers on one side and his thumb on the other, his favourite hold, he was surprised how small a ten-year- old's cocklet felt compared to his own. Barely more than an inch remained sticking out. It took him a dozen strokes to get used to the short stroking distance, and longer to get use to the thinness and the lack of hair. It was very different stroking a ten-year-old cock compared to his teenage one, and very different stroking someone else's hardon. As Brendon slowly worked his fingers up and down the throbbing little dick, Richard squirmed and his pecs began to rise and fall more decidedly. Seeing the delight in Richard's face and watching him squirm with the pleasure throbbing through his loins, any doubts Brendon had about whacking off another boy or messing around with a ten-year-old evaporated as fast as a droplet of water in the hot Sierra-Nevada sun. Doing Richard and watching him whacking off his teenage dick, and feeling his short, slender fingers and thumb squeezing it, so different from his own, soon had Brendon ready to explode.

He debated if he should take over or not, and decided to let Richard decide, and to his delight Richard opted to "finish him off". Brendon continued to slowly pump his fingers up and down Richard's turgid dick as he concentrated on the pleasant tingling of his cockhead and the building pressure in his loins. His nuts began to contract and he gasped for breath as he felt himself approaching that peak, for the first time by the hand of someone else. That the someone was a ten-year-old boy he'd just met the day before and who had a chiselled body that any teenage boy would die for made it seem all the hotter. And, speaking of hot, even though they were sitting in the shade, the temperature had climbed to past ninety, and his body was beginning to perspire once again, the result of his arousal.

As he felt his cock go numb, he quivered in anticipation and sweat trickled down his neck and along his smooth chest and from his pits. A minute later he felt the familiar twang deep in his loins and the gush up the core of his cock, and he inhaled deeply and tensed, bracing himself for the explosion. His hot teen cum spurted out with more force than it ever had before, shooting up into the air and landing back down to flow over his knob and over Richard's slender fingers and thumb. He shuddered as his thick, creamy semen throbbed out of his hot, swollen cock, one, two, three huge squirts and as he felt the slimy wetness pool in his hairs and run down over his tight, swollen balls. As he watched the look of awe and wonder pass over Richard's face as the boy stared at his fountaining cock and continued to stroke it, sliding his fingers and thumb now up and down in his slippery juice, Brendon trembled with delight.

Richard stared at the creamy fluid that had erupted from the teenager's cock, the phenomenon totally mysterious and bewildering to the ten-year-old. He was surprised how slimy it felt, like the white of an egg, and how hot, as it flowed over his two fingers and his thumb, and as he slid his three digits through it as he continued to whack off the teenager. It was wonderful bringing another boy the pleasure he felt himself, and it was even more wonderful to make him do this very special thing. Brendon had finished spurting and the last of his cum was oozing out the burning tip of his swollen dick when Richard reached his orgasm. As the pleasure shot down his numb, swollen dick and ripped through his groin, he stopped milking Brendon and thrust his hips upward and tensed, the muscles of his legs and arms contracting and bulging as if he was pressing two hundred pounds and his hands clenched into fists, the right still grasping Brendon's solid cock. He trembled and gasped and groaned with the intense pleasure shooting through his stiff cocklet and groin as his body jerked uncontrollably and his thighs went weak. Whacking off the day before had been awesome, but being whacked off by another boy was even more powerful.

Between his own climax and bringing Richard to his dry orgasm, Brendon was in his own world of ecstasy. The pleasure throbbing between his legs, having been brought that pleasure by the ten-year-old muscle boy, and feeling the ten-year-old's cock spasm and seeing the boy jerking about uncontrollably with his orgasm was just so sweet in the teenage vernacular of the day. Brendon had never felt so hot in all his life and he groaned and quivered with both his own climax and that of his little partner's.

The two gulped in the warm California air as they released each other's dicks and stretched out on the green grass, Brendon once again spattered with his cum, and Richard's right hand anointed with the teenager's hot juice. Gradually their stiff cocks began to droop and shrink. As they relaxed afterward, Brendon's jogging shorts and boxers still about his ankles and Richard's white tear-offs and white jockey briefs about his, they talked about orgasms, about semen and babies, about the pleasure of whacking off, and about the pleasure of bringing that pleasure to someone else. Their conversation was open and honest, the conversation between two intelligent and talented boys who had nothing to hide. Needless to say as they lay there in the shade of the tall blue oak trees and talked about such things, their bodies began to react. They were, after all, healthy young boys.

"Why does a guy's penis get hard anyway?" asked Richard as he looked down at his once again swollen dick and then at Brendon's.

"Well, like I told you, a guy sticks his penis in a girl to plant his seed, his semen, deep in her body. For him to stick his penis up her vagina, it has to be hard. Otherwise, it would be like trying to stick like a wet noodle through . . . a buttonhole from the bottom side. A hard, dry noodle would be easy."

"I don't think I'd care to stick my noodle inside a girl's hole," Richard said, wrinkling up his nose and his eyes twinkling with his play on the word.

"I imagine you'll feel differently in a few years."

"Maybe. Anyway right now I don't have a girl to try it with," he observed pointedly as he looked down at his once again stiff dick, and then over at Brendon hopefully.

Brendon repressed a smile at the youngster's unabashed invitation and horniness. Well, why not? He was erect again, and it was not every day he had a chance to whack off with someone. He looked over at Richard's tiny, pink cocklet poking up eagerly between his legs. A thought crossed his mind. He quickly pushed it out, but it popped right back in. It was an opportunity, and he knew from experience as an actor, you seized the opportunity when it arose because it might not occur again. It was an opportunity, but like most opportunities, it was also a risk. As Brendon debated, Richard frowned. The boy was too honest and open to hide his disappointment with Brendon's hesitation as the older boy wrestled with his thoughts.

"There is something else a guy can do when he gets a boner," Brendon finally said hesitantly, deciding that the opportunity was greater than the risk.

"There is?" asked Richard, perking up immediately.

"It takes two guys," Brendon continued, looking directly at Richard. The boy continued to sit there with his eyes wide open with rapt attention. "It's something I saw on the Internet." Richard continued to look at him with anticipation but also a touch of reservation. His parents did not have anything good to say about the Internet. "You've heard a guy tell another to suck it?" Richard shook his head. He was homeschooled, and his parents were very selective when it came to his friends, and the Internet was taboo without supervision. Even with those restrictions, as he thought about it, what Brendon was implying slowly dawned on the innocent youngster. He at first looked at his mentor in confusion, certain he could not have understood right, and then in surprise, followed by a combination of disgust and bewilderment that his new friend could even suggest such a thing. There was at the end, however, a hint of curiosity and possibility in his huge, brown eyes. Brendon had, after all, introduced him to whacking off, which had proven to be an awesome discovery ranking up there with learning a new martial arts move, and the teenager was knowledgeable when it came to such things, and most important of all, he could be trusted.

"I've never tried it," Brendon said, noticing the slight hint of possibility. "Guys tell other guys to do it as an insult. I've seen pictures of guys doing it on the Internet though, guys who want to please each other," he explained, deciding it best not to get into the concept of homosexuality. Not only was Richard much too young to be discussing that concept let alone understand it, but what he was proposing they do was not really something homosexual. They were just two horny guys who needed to get off, not lovers or anything like that. "They looked like they were enjoying it. I just thought if you were interested in trying it, well, that would be okay. If we tried it and decided we didn't like it, we could whack off again instead. But we don't have to if you don't want to," he concluded, making it sound as if he really didn't care though he was hoping Richard would agree. His cockhead was already itching with the idea.

Richard looked at Brendon's stiff cock as he considered the older boy's words. He had been taught that the body was made in God's image and was to be respected and treated properly. That meant no drugs or alcohol, proper exercise and diet, that the body was not something to be ashamed of, but that one's privates were just that, private. The penis was otherwise no different from any other part of the body . . . than say the thumb . . . and guys did put their thumbs in their mouths. Babies even put their toes in their mouth. "Sure," he said with a shrug. He'd also been taught that you have to take chances and have courage if you wanted to achieve anything in this life. His parents had by moving to America, and starting up their own fitness and nutrition business, and by developing his potential despite critics saying he was too young. His answer caused Brendon to smile, and that made it right already.

Telling Richard to lie on his back, Brendon sat up and placing a hand on either side of his slender but muscular body, he leaned forward. His little erect penis looked like a little pink wiener okay, a little pink wiener with a reddish cap. He knew the boy kept his body clean, and he certainly couldn't have any sexual diseases, not having had sex with anyone up until that day and not doing drugs. The same was true of himself. Still, it was a dick, something a guy pissed out of. He knew if Richard had been his own age he probably would not have been as daring. For one he couldn't be as sure his partner wasn't sexually active, and for another his dick would be a lot larger. As he lowered his head he inhaled, and the meaty fragrance of Richard's sweaty balls and stiff cocklet, smelling not unlike a raw wiener, eliminated his lingering doubts. Opening his mouth he lowered his head further and closed his lips about the stiff little organ. It didn't taste any different from say his little finger. In fact it was about the same thickness and length. He sucked on the slender cock gently as he slowly raised his head, slipping his lips up the short distance to the boy's knob, and then slipping them back down. Richard squirmed.

"How is it?" he asked, cocking his head and looking up at the boy.

"Feels way different from your fingers. Feels good, real, real good. How's it taste?" he asked cautiously.

Spotting Richard's hand, Brendon took it and slipped his mouth over his thumb. "Bout like your thumb, and feels about the same," he responded with a grin.

"Yeah? Let me try yours."

Brendon readily lay on his back and Richard squatted down beside him. He was much more hesitant considering not just what he was about to put in his mouth but the size of it, and not having the benefit of at least seeing pictures of others doing it. However, encouraged by Brendon's description and his trust in the older boy, and even more by the feeling he'd felt when Brendon had done him, he was willing to at least give it a try. He inhaled deeply as he bent over and he, like Brendon, was encouraged by the earthy fragrance of the teenager's sweaty balls and the musky fragrance of his stiff cock and spilt cum. Opening his lips, he bent lower, and fastening them to the bulb of Brendon's cock, he sucked on it, much like one would suck on the tip of a popsicle. It was no popsicle, but finding it not that distasteful, he slowly eased his lips down the shaft, again as one might go down on a popsicle. He was not able to go all the way to the base as Brendon had been able to do to him, but he did manage half way. He sucked as he slowly drew his lips up and then descended again as Brendon had done to him.

"Oh yeah," sighed Brendon. "That is really awesome."

Eager to please the teenager and not finding it unpleasant as he thought he might, Richard continued sucking on the teenager's cock and slipping his lips up and down his shaft. Brendon lay there on his back enjoying the unique sensation of getting his very first blow job. Having a hot, moist mouth enveloping the top half of his cock and sucking on it was a lot better than being whacked off by someone. Twisting around and easing Richard onto his hands and knees, Brendon curled up to seek out the boy's protruding appendage. Although the boys were a foot different in height, both were limber, and they managed to form a sixty-nine, though neither boy knew that was what it was called. With Richard on his hands and knees and sucking on his stiff boner, Brendon was able to twist around to lay half on his back and half on his side so he could slip his head under the boy and once again suck on Richard's slender dicklet. Easing his lips right down to his bald pubes and sucking gently on the slender wiener as he eased his lips up, he was not sure which was the hottest, getting a blow job or giving one.

The two boys' mouths filled with spittle and they swallowed the cock-flavoured saliva automatically. The exotic taste of cock caused each boy to suck on his partner all the more eagerly and the pleasure began to build between their legs. They sucked gently and eased their lips up and down each other's cock slowly, allowing their saliva to fill their mouths and baste the stiff, throbbing organ in their mouth before swallowing. They squirmed with the pleasure of having their cocks surrounded by a hot, moist, sucking mouth, and the pleasure of knowing they were bringing their partner the same joy. Once again the two boys felt the pressure develop in their loins to the point of no stopping. As he felt himself approaching his climax, Brendon told Richard he'd tell him when he was about to shoot, and that if Richard wanted he could take his mouth off and finish him off by hand if he didn't want his cum in his mouth.

Richard was the first to reach his climax, and his thin, seventy-five pound body trembled and jerked with the powerful orgasm. He snorted with pleasure, sounding like a little bull, his mouth being full of cock itself, and he twisted and jerked his hips uncontrollably as the shocks of his second dry orgasm of the day shot through his groin and up his cock and the knob burned and ached. Brendon called out his warning, but Richard made no attempt to remove his mouth. He called out a last warning as he felt his cum surging up his cock, and then it was too late, he was filling the ten-year-old boy's mouth with his hot, juicy cum. He shuddered with the release, the pleasure of ejaculation accented by the fact he was shooting his load in someone's mouth.

Richard tightened his lips about Brendon's hard, throbbing cock as the teenager squirted his hot, slimy juice into this mouth. It shot against the roof of his mouth and flowed over his tongue and under it. The slightly bitter taste and tartness caused his saliva to flow and it and the fresh cum oozed between his gums and his cheeks. The two boys trembled and gasped and snorted as they delighted in the heat of their orgasms, and the bliss of having pleased the other once again. At last Brendon slipped his mouth off the dick of the trembling, moaning boy, and as he lay there propped up on his elbows, he watched as Richard similarly slipped his lips off his own hot, throbbing and still stiff cock. Brendon's rich, creamy cum coated his lips and his round, full cheeks were fuller than usual. As the boy grinned down at him, he puckered his mouth and Brendon's thick white cum gathered at the opening. He puckered his lips further and sunk in his cheeks, causing the thick creamy load to flow out his mouth. He bent over and drooled the fresh semen over the flushed, hot body that had just produced it. Brendon trembled with the sight of the ten-year-old drooling his cum out of his mouth and over his naked body, leaving streamers and goblets of the cum-saliva mixture over his sweat-streaked flesh. Richard trembled with the delight of drooling over the teenager's smooth, solid body, and the unique flavour and texture of the load in his mouth. He had never tasted anything like it, and nothing had ever turned him on so much.

He finally sat up, and wiping his slimy lips off with the back of his fingers, he lay down on the grass beside Brendon. The two boys stared up at the deep blue California sky and inhaled the unique fragrance of boy sweat and spent cum. If they had been asked, both would have agreed that sucking cock rated right up there with whacking each other off. Brendon closed his eyes dreamily as the pools and streaks of cum on his smooth chest and flat stomach heated in the sun. He absentmindedly reached down and ran his forefinger through one of the thicker pools, spreading his juice over his flushed flesh. It felt awesome as he smeared it over his stomach. Richard stared up at the tops of the blue oaks as his little dicklet finally began to soften. Reaching down and gently squeezing the limp tube, he quivered with the intense pleasure that passed through it. His fingers were still streaked with the teenager's juice that he'd wiped from his mouth, and the translucent streamers of semen now streaked Richard's cocklet. The teenager's warm, creamy juice felt strange on his little dicklet. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply, delighting in the earthy fragrance of his dick and Brendon's cum. His tongue snaked between his gums and lips, swiping up the strange, intriguing cream and he savoured the flavour as he snuggled up to Brendon and the two boys cuddled there in their private clearing. Heading to the lake a bit later after they had recovered, they enjoyed the cool freshness of the water until they had to rejoin their families.

The evening passed by quickly for the two boys, and they slept a deep and restful sleep. The next morning Brendon was surprised and delighted to find Richard waiting outside their campsite when he got up.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"We're pulling out this morning. I came by to say goodbye, and thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome. I have to say thank you too. It's really been great meeting you, and it's been a lot of fun. You heading back home or camping somewhere else?"

"Heading home. I got about an hour though," Richard said hopefully. Brendon smiled knowing very well why Richard had mentioned that and what he was hoping. "But I guess you got plans."

"Well, yeah," he said slowly, "right now I was planning on heading over to have a shower. I suppose you've had your morning shower." That was what he said. The slight raise of his eyebrows, the twinkle in his eyes and the curl of his lips said more.

"Yeah," replied Richard, "but I could have another one. A guy can't be too clean."

"That's for sure."

So the two boys headed for the solar heated showers and quickly stripped, and there being nobody around, stepped into the same stall. As Brendon pointed out, they would be saving water by doing so, and Richard quickly agreed, commenting on the importance of conservation and looking after the environment. Working up a handful of lather, Brendon handed Richard his soap and automatically reached over and began running his soapy hands over the shorter and younger boy's shoulders and upper arms and over his chest without asking. He marvelled at the solid muscles of the ten-year-old, and as he ran his fingers over his firm, thirty-five inch chest and over his muscular abs, which Richard said he hoped to develop into an eight pack the upcoming year, he felt the beginning of arousal between his legs.

Handing him back the soap, Richard copied his action, reaching up and soaping his chest and running his soapy fingers over each breast and his nipples, causing Brendon's cock to swell still more, and his own to begin swelling also. With Richard's arms raised like that, Brendon soaped up his pits, causing the boy to giggle and squirm. Brendon was not as ticklish fortunately, because the ten-year-old found his fine pit hairs fascinating and spent a much longer time soaping them up and washing his underarms. As Richard soaped up his thighs next, Brendon's cock began responding even faster, and of course he did not try to hide his arousal.

Having Richard turn around, he soaped up and washed his back, again amazed by the firmness and strength of his deltoids. As he ran his fingers over the boy's compact backside, the teenager's cock raised to full erection, and as he ran a soapy finger up the boy's tight crack and over his tiny, tight butthole, his cock twitched as a perverse thought entered his mind. As he turned around to let Richard scrub his back, he noticed the ten-year-old had popped a hardon also. Brendon's now aching cock twitched with desire as Richard soaped up his ass, squeezing and massaging his buns as Brendon had done his, and as the boy ran a soapy forefinger up his crack and over his hole just as he'd done, it reinforced the thought that had entered his mind. Being a foot shorter, Richard had to stretch to wash Brendon's back, and as he did so, Brendon felt a very hot and very firm projection jabbing him, giving him the perfect opportunity to voice what he'd been thinking.

"Hey, what are you trying to do, bum fuck me?" he joked.

"Huh?"

The boy's high soprano voice and innocent response reminded Brendon whom he was showering with. He began turning a bright red as he turned around, blushing with embarrassment and with shame at the perverted thought he'd had. His shower partner was only ten, and a decent, trusting boy besides. Unlike himself, he hadn't had the experience of showering with a group of junior high school boys after gym class and being exposed to the macho language, never mind the banter and adolescent humour. And he certainly had no concept of the perverted act he'd just referred to.

"What did you say?" Richard asked, looking up at the older boy.

"Well, there is another way guys satisfy themselves when they get stiff," Brendon responded, looking down at the shower floor. "But I just meant it as a joke, that's all." He had to be honest with the boy well, at least partly honest. For a few perverted seconds he'd actually been considering doing it.

"Yeah? Will you teach it to me? Please?" Richard asked with the innocence of the child that he was.

"I don't think so. Like I said, I just meant it as a joke, something guys just say when they shower together. You're definitely too young."

"Aw, please? I'm tired of hearing that I'm too young. I'm much more mature for my age than others are." Remembering he was doing first year university mathematics, Brendon had to agree. "And I probably won't find anyone else who will tell me this stuff when I leave." That was very true also. Of course he was not the only pervert around, and if they did meet up with Richard, they wouldn't be as honest nor as concerned for him as he would be. Actually, Richard was daring and smart enough to check out what he'd just said, and he could end up with some fat disgusting perv who only had his own interests in mind. He owed him at least an explanation, and definitely a warning. He had been stupid enough to bring it up. With that rationale, he began to explain, and Richard's eyes grew wider and wider.

"So, you wanna try doing that?" he asked as Brendon concluded. Although he was least certain of this idea of them all, he trusted his mentor, and if he'd not been willing to take a risk earlier, he'd never have discovered the delights of whacking off and sucking. Besides, he knew they would stop if it hurt or if he didn't like it.

"I was just joking. When guys are in public school they shower together after gym class and sometimes bump into each other and say stuff like that. I've never really thought about doing it, and I've never seen anything about it on the Internet."

"Then this is something we could explore together," Richard reasoned. He was only ten, but he was intelligent, and he had a kind and trusting heart. He believed Brendon when he said he'd just been joking, but he also knew from the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes now that he was curious and tempted to try it. After the last two days, it was the least he could do for his mentor, and this was going to be his last chance to do him a favour. Very likely they would never meet again. "Really," he said. "I'd like to try it, and I'd rather try it with you than anyone else."

Brendon considered Richard's words. As he'd suspected, the boy was bright, and now that he'd mentioned a third pleasure he wouldn't let it go until he'd experienced it. He cursed himself for his stupidity and tried to think of a way out of the dilemma. Richard continued to look up at him with his fresh, chubby cheeks and huge, trusting eyes and shy smile, and with his still stiff little pink cocklet jutting out between his legs. It had been stupid, but it was an opportunity, one he'd very unlikely have again. He was horny, and Richard was also, and willing. They'd experienced a lot these last two days, and it had all been awesome. When you are approaching sixteen and have a hardon and are standing butt naked in a shower with a boy who is also stiff and eager to try out new experiences, the cards are stacked against you resisting temptation.

So, Brendon soaped up his cock until it was covered in lather, and then Richard bent over and pulled apart his cheeks and Brendon soaped up his butthole. He cautiously pressed the tip of his index finger against the young boy's asshole and it easily slipped inside with the lubrication from the soap. Assuring with Richard that it hadn't hurt, he tried two, his index and forefingers with the tip of one laying on the other. It was a bit more difficult and they did not slip in quite as easily, but the resistance they received was minor. He only went to the middle knuckle and again Richard assured him there was no pain and he was willing to proceed.

Again with their height difference, they had to make adjustments as they'd done when they'd sucked each other. After several awkward and unsuccessful attempts, Brendon found he had to crouch down a bit to get his stiff cock aimed at the right angle. Being totally inexperienced and having seen no pictures to give them guidance, it took them longer to figure out the proper position to unite than either had expected, but both were limber, horny, and eager to please the other. So, they continued trying, until at last they had the promise of success.

When he first felt the knob of his cock stretching open Richard's tight little asshole, Brendon immediately made the boy swear he would tell him the moment he felt any pain. Of course he went super slow and ensured every couple seconds that Richard was all right with what was happening as he pressed his hips forward. It was a weird experience. On the one hand his heart was high in his chest and had stopped beating in fear and in anxiety that he'd hurt the boy, while on the other with each fraction of an inch he penetrated the boy's rectum the more delighted and eager he became with the possibility that he was about to engage in his first real fuck, and on still another, his conscience reminded him that he was sticking his cock up the ass of a ten-year-old boy, which one side found sick and immoral, and which the other side found exceedingly erotic.

So it was with that mixture of emotions that the handsome teenage actor slowly penetrated the backside of the young fitness advocate he'd only met two days ago. So conflicting were his feelings that he did not realize he'd sunk his entire five inches up the ten-year-old boy's butt until his loins were pressed tightly against the boy's firm, muscular ass. He paused there with his wet hairs pressed against Richard's tail bone and his dangling, soapy nuts pressed up against the lower stretch of the young boy's crack and his own soapy, hairless balls, and concentrated on the unique feeling of having a hot, moist asshole totally surrounding his throbbing cock. He had totally buried his cock up the boy's ass! With their hormones soaring and with the soap, once in position, he had penetrated Richard without that much difficulty.

Feeling Brendon's curly hairs pressing against his backside, and the teenager's hairy balls pressing against the back of his small nut sack and little marbles, Richard could not believe that he had the entire five inches of the teenager's solid cock up his ass. As Brendon had begun to penetrate him, the knob of his cock had stretched his asshole to the point where he was just about to tell the teenager to stop when he felt the knob pop inside him. As Brendon began to ever so slowly sink his cock further into him, there was a burning irritation about his asshole, but it was not painful, and was, in fact, as pleasant as the burning sensations he'd felt around the rim of his dickhead and around his swollen and irritated nipples. When Brendon finally stopped, his ass felt like it was stuffed and he had to take the biggest dump of his life. He still was not that sure that this was the right thing to be doing, and it certainly was not as pleasant as whacking off or sucking each other, but it was not painful, and if it was pleasing Brendon, then as far as he was concerned, it was all right.

After assuring that Richard was all right, Brendon grasped him by the hips and ever so slowly drew his hips back and down, easing his cock back out until the knob was at his entrance. He paused, and when Richard voiced no objections, Brendon slowly sank his cock back up his ass. Assured now that the boy was feeling no pain, his anxiety and fears faded and he was able to concentrate on the physical and mental pleasure of what he was doing. It was awesome, in all respects. Having a hot, moist rectum surrounding his aching cock and squeezing it from all sides was like nothing he could have ever imagined. The boy's hot hole seemed to throb in time with his stiff cock as he eased it in and out of the boy. The physical pleasure was worth the effort it had taken to unite in itself, but the mental pleasure far surpassed the pleasure between his legs. He was fucking ass for the first time in his life. He had his hot, thick cock up the virgin asshole of an exceptionally muscular and exceptionally horny ten-year-old boy, and they were both enjoying it!

Getting his ass fucked was just as awesome for Richard. His anal ring burnt with irritation as Brendon's shaft eased in and out of his hole, and his rectum seemed to throb in time with the hot throbbing of Brendon's hot, stiff cock. The two of them were fucking! Having gotten used to the pumping rhythm of drawing his hips back and down and then pushing up and forward, Brendon reached around and began to whack off Richard at the same time as he was fucking him. For Richard, that doubled his pleasure and was fabulous. As Brendon eased his cock in and out of his tender ass, the uncomfortable stuffed feeling was quickly replaced by a tingling, burning sensation around his asshole, and a strange sensation of repeated penetration and withdrawal. Being accompanied by the tingling, prickling sensation of his swollen pricklet now being milked by the horny teenager, his entire lower torso was pulsating with pleasure.

As he felt himself approaching his climax, Brendon stopped to enjoy the pleasure throbbing through his own lower torso. As he squatted there, the thought of an earlier conversation he and Richard had about his training came to his mind, and a variation of what they were doing resulted. When he suggested it, the ten-year-old fitness advocate quickly agreed to give it a try. So Brendon slowly squatted down and Richard spread his legs to balance his weight as he also lowered his body. Once in a squatting position himself, he flexed his muscles and rose up until the tip of Brendon's cock was about to exit his body, and then relaxing his leg muscles, he slid back down. It was a short distance of five inches, and accustomed to doing dips with eighty pounds attached to his body, dipping up and down on Brendon's dick was simple. It was also enjoyable, allowing him to determine the depth of each penetration and the rate by which he was being fucked. He was no longer standing there in a passive role, and in that position it also was easier for Brendon to concentrate on milking the youngster's cock.

For Brendon, having the young boy riding his cock was the most exquisite pleasure yet. Having a hot, moist, throbbing rectum squeezing his erection from all sides and from top to bottom was unbelievable. Ripple after ripple of stimulation pulsated down his swollen cock and through his groin. The greatest pleasure of all however was knowing the young boy riding his cock was doing so willingly and eagerly and was getting just as much pleasure out of the act as he was. The boy was not being fucked. They were fucking together. At a hundred and forty pounds and five foot eight, he was almost twice the boy's weight and a foot taller than he, and he was almost six years older, but their age and physical differences did not matter. They were both boys, they were both horny, they were both pleasing each other, and they were both enjoying it immensely.

Richard definitely was. He eagerly slid up and down the fifteen-year-old's hard, hot cock and delighted in the burning sensation around his asshole and the delight of having his innards probed by the teenager's hard, throbbing cock. Having the hot dick deep inside his body caused his body to ache with the pleasure of penetration, and having his stiff little cocklet being tweaked and milked at the same time sent another ripple of pleasure through his groin. The combined pleasure was just too much and he could not have held back even if he'd thought of it. His orgasm hit him like a bolt of lightning, and the uncontrollable spasming of his young body caused him to ride Brendon like he was some sort of wild bucking bronco. At the same time the irregular bouncing caused an erratic stimulation to spark through his backside, and the two met somewhere in the middle where there was a powerful deep, dull throbbing, like the sparks of two loose wires shooting across a void.

At the same time that Richard reached his dry orgasm, Brendon reached his climax. His body jerked and he trembled as he felt his semen gush up the core of his cock and into Richard's hot, moist hole. He felt his hot, slimy juice ooze around his cock as Richard continued to bounce on him, and he trembled with the sensation of both his climax and of filling the young boy's asshole with his semen. His cock throbbed and burned and his teen juice churned in the boy's hot, moist hole as he bounced up and down erratically. He closed his eyes and sighed with the unique pleasure washing over him. At the same time Richard quivered with a strange unique erotic pleasure as he realized Brendon was squirting his stuff deep up his ass. The two froze for a moment, united not only physically but mentally. When it was at last over, they sat there, Richard still impaled by Brendon's cock, and they enjoyed the flush of post-climax before finally uncoupling and concluding their shower. It had been the perfect way to say good bye and thank you.

Later that afternoon as Richard sat in the back of the family car on the way home and watched the scenery flash by, he knew that included in his regular daily routine of home schooling, bench presses, dips and marital training, would be a set of exercises that would be his secret, his and Brendon's. When he had begun his training program, his coaches had ensured that he would train only one body part for thirty minutes a day to give each muscle the proper time to rest and grow in a healthy environment. So, he figured for each evening if he concentrated for thirty minutes on whacking off while arousing his nipples, and then the next day thirty minutes whacking off while finger fucking himself, or doing dips on something called a dildo that Brendon said he had heard about and had promised to send him, that he'd build up an anal and penile strength equal to the rest of his body. That could not be a bad thing.

As for Brendon, he felt good about what he'd done, not just physically good, but spiritually good. He had brought new knowledge and pleasure to a youngster just starting on his journey, and he had done so in a caring, concerned atmosphere, one of mutual trust and honesty, and one of mutual willingness. Richard would not have to suffer the fears and anxieties of first experiences that many boys do, nor would he have to sort through the misconceptions and half truths that abounded in the world of preteens and teens. He also figured considering how eager Richard had been to learn, there had to be dozens of other ten-year-olds eager to learn also, and he was the perfect one to introduce them to this exciting and rewarding world. He understood their confusion and apprehension, and he was by nature a kind and gentle person.

So he strolled the shoreline with a new outlook and philosophy that afternoon. The beach was full of cute young boys whom he could invite to his private training ground amongst the tall blue oaks there at Folsom Lake State Recreation Area, and when he got home there were plenty of sources of new trainees, the casting offices for commercials being an excellent place to begin looking. His lips curled with that thought and he reached down to stroke his swollen teen cock as he approached a cute blue-eyed blond boy absentmindedly fiddling with himself as he built a castle at the edge of the lake.