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Stand By Me Deleted Scene
"Hey, you know it's not that deep, we can walk across," Chris said, using a long stick to test the depth of the pool of water in front of them. The rest of the gang accepted this and moved forward together. Within a few feet, the depth of the water increased, causing the four 12 year old boys to fall face forward into the swamp.
After coming back to the surface and catching their breath, Vern spoke first: "Told you we should have stuck to the tracks." Vern wore a striped shirt which was a little small on his pudgy frame.
"Is it me, or are you the world's biggest pussy?" Teddy asked. Teddy had blonde hair and thick, dark glasses. A pair of dog tags adorned his neck which belonged to his father.
"I suppose this is fun for you," Vern said.
"No, but this is." Teddy dunked Vern into the swampy water, pushing him back down when Vern resurfaced again.
"Come on Teddy, act your age," Chris protested. Chris was the unofficial leader of the group, strong and muscular, with short brown hair and squinty eyes.
"This is my age," Teddy countered. "I'm in the prime of my youth, and I'll only be young once!"
"Yeah, but you're going to be stupid for the rest of your life," Chris retorted.
"Oh, that's it, Chambers," Teddy said, calling Chris by his last name. "You just signed your own death warrant. You die, Chambers!"
This broke out a massive splashing and dunking fight amongst the four boys. They wrestled and tossled, holding each other under the water. Chris noticed that his friend, Gordie, was trying to get away, which caused the other three boys to chase after him. They jumped on their friend, their wet clothes sticking tight to their skin as they exited the water and crashed onto the shore of the swamp.
"Sleeper hold, sleeper hold!" Vern yelled, wrapping his arm around Gordie's neck. "No one gets out of the sleeper hold!"
"Hey Vern," Gordie said. There's something on your neck!"
"Yeah, right," Vern said. "I'm not falling for that one."
Chris then noticed something very large and sickly green on Vern's neck, just under his ear. "No Vern, there is something on your neck."
"It's a leech," Teddy said. "Leeches!"
The four boys shot up off the ground and immediately began to disrobe, pulling the parasitic organisms from their body. Shirts were pulled over heads and pants hastily dropped to the ground as the boys pulled leeches off themselves and each other. Desperate cries rang out through the empty woods as the boys swiped their skin.
Both Vern and Teddy whore white boxer style underwear. While Teddy was toned, Vern's stomach hung over his underwear. Chris and Gordie both wore Fruit of the Loom white briefs, complete with the double blue stripe around the waistband. Chris's body was much more developed and muscular than Gordie's, who was very skinny.
"Gordie, there's some on your back!" Chris exclaimed.
"Get em off, get em off!" shouted Gordie as Christ wiped away the leeches off his back, his hand brushing over the top of his underwear.
"Are there any on mine, man?" Chris asked. Gordie wordlessly returned the favor for his friend, removing two or three leeches from Chris' back.
After thirty panic driven seconds, the boys started to calm down. They checked themselves, making sure the final leeches had been removed. Gordie looked over his body, satisfied that all had been removed, until he felt something in his underwear, something that didn't belong.
He reached the waistband of his underwear and pulled it forward. He could immediately see a leech attached to the top of his balls, directly underneath his shriveled up, flaccid penis.
"Oh, Chris," he cried looking up at this friend. "Oh, shit, Chris." Chris looked at him, unsure of what to do or say. "Oh, shit, man." Gordie looked back down and knew what he had to do. He stuck his hand in his briefs, moving his hairless penis out of the way so he could access the dark green creature that was attached to his scrotum.
The three other boys looked on as his hand appeared from inside his underwear, covered with blood and the leech. His briefs snapped back into place against his tight, smooth stomach as he dropped the leech onto the ground. He brought his fingers up to his face, saw the blood, knew where that blood had come from, and promptly fainted.
"Gordie, man, are you okay?" Chris exclaimed, as he, Vern, and Teddy hopped over to be by Gordie's side. Gordie lay on his back on the forest floor, jeans around his ankles, the material of his wet briefs clinging closely to his skin, his boycock making a nice bulge against the front of his underwear.
Chris hopped over Gordie's body and crouched down on the left side of Gordie's body. The wet material of his underwear also clung close to his larger cock.
"Can you hear me?" Chris asked the unresponsive Gordie. He placed his hand on his shoulder. "Gordie, are you there?
"Maybe he's dead," Vern suggested.
"He's not dead," Teddy responded. "He's still breathing, you idiot."
"Well, I don't know!" Vern contested.
"Hey, cool it, guys," Chris said. "He just fainted. Gordie!" Chris tried moving his shoulder again, and Gordie started to wake up, squinting his eyes as he tried to figure out where he was.
"God," Vern said. "I never met anybody who fainted before."
Teddy glared at his friend. "Maybe he made a bad mistake and looked at your face."
"Shut up, Teddy," Chris interjected. "You okay, Gordie?"
Gordie nodded his head. "Yeah."
"Hey guys, could you give us a minute?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," Teddy said, serious for maybe only the second or third time of the trip. He and Vern stood up, pulled their pants up, and gave the two some space.
"Was it bad?" Chris asked.
Gordie nodded his head again. "It looked bad."
"Want me to take a look?"
Gordie thought for a second, and then nodded his head again.
Chris reached for the top of Gordie's briefs, grabbed the waistband, and gently pulled the undergarment down. Gordie lifted his hips to help in bringing his underwear around mid thigh. His now 2" circumcised cock was now exposed to his best friend. Chris reached over and lifted Gordie's penis so he could inspect his smooth sack. He could see blood but not a discernible mark anywhere.
"I think it looks worse than it is, Gord," Chris said, still holding onto his friends little dick. "There's blood, but I can't see a cut or anything. I think you just bled a lot, but it looks like it stopped."
Gordie sat up to look and saw that Chris was right. He also could see Chris holding onto his cock, something that they had become a regular thing for the two preteens.
Chris stood up and walked backed over to the swamp. He cupped a handful of water (making sure there were no leeches in it) and brought it back over to Gordie. He let the water fall over his genitals, and used his fingers to wash away the blood that remained.
All of this manipulation was starting to have an effect on the skinny twelve year old. His young dick began to grow and expand, reacting to the stimulation that Chris as providing. Chris noticed this and started to pay more attention to his cock, which had grown to almost 4 skinny inches.
"I see this still works," he said, stroking Gordie's member.
"That's all I was worried about," Gordie responded, laying back down and enjoying the feeling. They had started fooling around about six months prior, and while the four of them were a gang, this was something that only Chris and Gordie shared.
Gordie looked over to Chris' crotch and noticed that the boy was hard in his underwear. He reached out and felt his erection through his briefs, and as he always did, Gordie relished in how big and hard Chris got.
"You want this?" Chris whispered.
Gordie nodded, and Chris positioned his himself near Gordie's face, both knees on the left side of his head. He reached into his underwear and grabbed his hard cock, and pulled the waistband of his underwear under his hairless balls. His cut cock was just under 5.5" long and was thick. At the root of his cock was a tight, but dense patch of curly pubic hair. Gordie loved looking at Chris' pubes, and was jealous that he didn't have any himself.
Gordie didn't have much time to think about this has Chris fed Gordie his cock, slipping into the skinnier boy's mouth. Chris sighed as his glans were manipulated by Gordie's soft tongue, going around the pink head and sliding under his ridge. He swirled around a few more times, before taking Chris' cock all the way into his mouth, his balls resting up against his cheek.
Chris pushed his cock into Gordie's willing mouth, getting it nice and wet. Both boys moaned, high pitched whines escaping their mouths as one boy mouth fucked the other. When Chris decided his cock was wet enough, he pulled his almost six incher out of Gordie's mouth. Gordie looked disappointed, but he knew what was coming next.
Chris stood up, his cock standing out proud and pulsing. He kicked his shoes and jeans off his feet, and pulled his underwear all the way down and kicked it away from him. He got on his knees and did the same for Gordie, shoes first, one at a time, and then his jeans, and finally his white briefs.
Gordie spread his legs and arched his butt up as Chris positioned himself on his knees in between Gordie's legs. He locked onto this target: Gordie's perfect, hairless boyhole.
"You ready for this?" Chris asked, spitting on his hand and fingering Gordie's anus.
"I'm always ready for your big cock," Gordie said, sounding so sexy in his high pitched voice. He shuddered as Chris entered him with a finger, getting his hole wet and loose.
"We have to make it quick before the two idiots come back," Chris said, positioning his wet cock right outside of Gordie's boyhole.
"Fuck me, Chris," Gordie breathlessly whispered. "Put your dick right in me."
Chris cockhead was a little larger than the shaft, so the beginning was always the most challenging part. He swirled his wet head around the hole, allowing the two pieces of flesh to get used to teach other. He started to push against Gordie's pussy, the spongy head flexing against his anus. Chris was resilient, as was Goride, and the head finally popped in as both boys pushed into each other.
"Oh yeah," Gordie moaned. "That's it. Keep going." Chris did just that, sliding more and more and more of his 5.5" cock into Gordie's tight, 12-year-old boyhole. His rectum felt incredibly tight on Chris' cock as he bottomed out, his pubes up against Gordie's perineum.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Gordie," Chris moaned as he pulled wet cock out, almost to the head, and then slid it back in again.
"Oh, Chris," Gordie whined as he got fucked. "You feel so good. I feel so full when you're inside me."
"Yeah, Gordie," Chris whined as he started to speed up, his cock starting to piston in and out of Gordie's hole. He got Gordie's legs up over his shoulders and lifted his ass up so he could pound him really deep. Chris fucked Gordie even faster and harder at this angle, and both boys started to moan as the sensations overwhelmed their young bodies.
Chris new that their time as limited, so he sped up the motion of his sex, driving himself (and Gordie) to another pair of mind blowing boy cums. He was fucking Gordie so hard that his body was loudly clapping off his skinny friend's. Gordie might be a little sore later, but Chris knew he wouldn't complain.
"Gonna cum, Gordie," Chris said, his eyes closed tight. "Gonna cum soon."
"Yeah, Chris," Gordie got out through clenched teeth. "Cum in me. Fill me up, Chris."
"Yeah, buddy. I'm gonna cum inside you," Chris said, continuing to pound hard into Gordie's tight hole. The sensation of Gordie's wet insides were making Chris' cock feel amazing, and soon the muscular boy could feel the cum starting to boil in his balls, the race from his scrotum to his to his pisshole as he felt the first shot unload deep into Gordie's ass, and Chris cried out as he orgasmed inside the young, skinny, hairless boy. Shot after shot of Chris' cum fired deep into Gordie's bows, and Gordie could feel his warm offering coating his inside. Despite his age, Chris always made a decent amount of cum, the first shot or two always a thick white, before diluting to the clear cum near the end of his orgasm.
The pounding in Gordie's ass against his immature prostate was pushing to his own cum, and he started to whine as the intensity built. Chris could tell his bud was getting close, so he reached down and took hold of his skinny, hairless erection and started to pump. It didn't take long before Gordie let out a scream as his cock erupted, a modest amount of clear ejaculate firing across his abdomen as he came. This was Gordie's favorite way to cum, Chris' hand on his cock and his dick buried deep in his ass, touching him in places no one else ever had. He looked into Chris' eyes as he peaked, a look of intensity that few saw from the mind mannered boy.
Both twelve-year-olds started to come down from their orgasmic highs, their breathing slowing down. Chris cock remained in Gordie's ass while the boy on top leaned in and gave the bottom boy a sweet, soulful kiss.
"I love you, Gordie," Chris said.
"I love you, too, Chris. Always will."