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Stick and Stoney

by Flip McHooter

We were on the road, listening to some AM radio talk show about out of body experiences when a cut-rate mortgage commercial came on. We started singing along, drunk with tiredness, "You've got the green light" and laughing our asses off. Driving back to our old hometown in the San Gabriel Valley section of Los Angeles County, we hadn't been back there in quite a few years and things had changed greatly. We were slowly cruising into town for my Great-Uncle Brian's funeral, stupid radio commercials be damned!

Uncle Brian had lived in the same house since the day he was born, way back in October, 1921. His Pop bought the half-acre lot with the small, brand new Spanish style house with the red tile roof in the middle of a dirt subdivision for something like $1300, which was a huge sum back then. A few months later, his mom popped Brian out at home in the back bedroom with the help of a midwife from down the street. As he grew up, Brian just never left. And why should he? He had never married, the house was paid for and his best friend Jean-Claude was right there "renting the guest shack out back," taking care of him and keeping him company. While no one would come out and say it, least of all him, it was obvious that he and Jean-Claude were completely devoted and hopelessly in love for almost seventy years. People always referred to them as companions. They were that, and much more.

Jean-Claude had passed away two weeks ago. We got an e-mail that there wasn't going to be any formalities for him, and Uncle Brian assured us that he was doing fine. Unfortunately, Uncle Brian wasn't doing fine and he couldn't live without his beloved Jean-Claude. He ended up dying soon after, almost ninety-two years old. He was found in his bed lifeless, by his housekeeper, holding an old, dog-eared black and white photo of both him and Jean-Claude taken at the yearly Shakespeare Pageant held downtown, when they were both amateur actors back in the 1950's. They had their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and both were smiling like goons. They really made a cute couple, for those that knew.

Most of our relatives as well as our friends and neighbors had moved to newer communities farther east when the rich Asians started snapping up properties like sizzling pot-stickers off a lazy Susan, most often paying way over asking price just to get their kids into a great school district like ours. It was a no-brainer, really, and white flight took off and neighbors and family friends screeched out of town making a mint selling their small, comfortable suburban homes. It enabled them to move to huge, brand-new places like Temecula and Menifee where they could buy three and four thousand square foot homes and still have plenty of money left over. Most had huge curvy swimming pools with slides and waterfalls and big pads for their ginormous black and brown RV's with pullouts for flat screens and bar-b-ques. The only trade off was a hellacious drive to work every day. But Uncle Brian had refused all offers to sell because he was happy right where he was.

Anyway, being back in town brought so many memories cascading into my head, some good, some not so good. Driving down Rosemead Blvd., past the old pharmacy on the corner which is now a Boba house, whatever that is, I suddenly remembered getting caught out back by the dumpster sucking on my friend Mark's little uncut wiener. Man, did we ever jump on our bikes and get the hell out of there! Sure, the old pharmacist saw us, but for some reason he never ratted on us. Maybe he got some sort of thrill watching two nine year olds getting nasty with each other. Who knows? We did that a lot that summer, Mark and me, everyplace we could be alone. Like behind the furniture store downtown or in the back of the appliance store with the big refrigerator boxes they'd dump in the alley that we would climb into, or up in the press booth overlooking the football stadium. We went to that one a lot. It had a trap door in the bottom and no one could see you once you were way up inside. We'd take off all of our clothes and get all sexy with each other. Good times!

Turning the corner, we drove up Oak Street, and slowly passed Stoney's old house. It looked mostly the same, but on both sides, the neighbor's houses had been demolished and in their place stood what everyone called a McMansion. Unscrupulous builders would tear down a nice, decent sized mid-century house and in its place build a six or seven bedroom generic-looking house that twenty people could live in. And most seemed to have that many people in them. They were ugly, bland behemoths, more often than not painted dull brown or generic tan and far too big for the lot they sat on. But it didn't matter to the new owners since they felt lucky to be in America where the houses were so much better than what they had been used to back in China. God forbid they flush all the toilets at the same time. But that's not my problem since I didn't live here any more.

Seeing his house reminded me of that day when I first met Stoney:

It was the summer between middle school and high school, and one of the hottest days of the summer so far. I had plans to meet up with my best bud Billy three blocks up to go swimming and practice our diving in the big high school pool like we did almost every day after summer school let out. But for some reason he decided to ditch me for some new friends that he had recently met. They were practicing to be on the water polo team, and I wasn't invited. It wasn't that I was a bad swimmer; I was actually really, really good. I swam at the pool practically every day during the summer, and I was on the junior swim team down at the park during the rest of the year. We had even gone to Hawaii for a swim meet one winter. My problem with water polo was that I was still too little. I hadn't hit my growth spurt yet, and even though I had just turned fourteen and had a tiny patch of dark-brown curly hairs over my cock, and I was almost 5'8", I was still considered a little kid. Well, fuck them all I thought to myself. They could just kiss my hairless balls.

So I wandered back down Oak Street dejectedly towards home, slowly carrying my skateboard under my arm when some long-haired surfer dude wearing only a pair of bright, neon-colored Billabong board shorts comes cruising down a lengthy concrete driveway, seemingly out of nowhere and says to me, "Hey, little dude, why so sad?" I guess he had been watching poor, gloomy, little old me.

He really startled me and all I could do was just stare at him, still lost in my thoughts and wondering why he was interested in me. He was really hot looking though, all tan and lean, shiny skin and bright teeth, with a few, big fat freckles populating his broad shoulders. I didn't know what to say to this guy who was suddenly interested in what was going on with me. But finally, pulling it together, I said, "Nothing, man. I'm all good. It's just hot, is all." To emphasize the point, I grabbed a handful of my black Goo Goo Dolls T-shirt and shook it like I was trying to cool off.

"Yeah, righty-o, bubba. I totally believe you. You look like your pussy-cat just died. I hope she didn't suffer much," he said, as he flipped his long hair behind his ears and gave me a big, toothy smile. "You're a whack liar, you know that?"

That made me laugh, despite my bad mood. I wasn't a good liar, it was true. And it was also true that I hated cats. We'd always had dogs that chased the neighbor's cats out of our yard, who were always crapping in my dad's garden, much to his dismay. "I hate cats," I said, taking another good look at him. He was taller than me by half a foot, but he wasn't much older. Maybe two years at the most. I wondered why I had never seen him before. He had long, lightly curled sun-bleached blond hair that hung down way past his brawny shoulders, and his upper body and legs sported a great, brown tan. Obviously this guy spent a lot of time in the sun. His legs were tight and hard and lightly haired. He had nice, defined pecs and silver dollar sized dark-brown nipples. The rest of his upper body was toned, and sort of V shaped, but his belly was a little soft around his belly button. Too much beer, I thought. His shorts were so low, barely hanging off his hips that I thought they might fall off any second, and he had this tiny treasure trail of silky golden hair running down from his belly button down underneath his shorts towards no-man's land. I hoped they'd fall off and I'd get a good look at his family jewels, but I was pretty sure that wasn't gonna happen.

"I hate cats too," he said with a gleam in his eyes, waking me up and forcing me to take my eyes off his rockin' body. "So seriously, little dude, why so sad? Just looking at you is bringing me down." He looked at me with his piercing blue-gray eyes, and I had to admit he was way cute. He was like nobody I'd ever seen or met around here before, and he was interested in me, ME! Holy fuck! A complete and utter rarity in my boring world.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Truth?" I had no idea why I said that, other than this guy looked sincere.

"Yeah. Of course. Nothing you can say will make me freak, little dude. Ever. So spill," he said, as he hiked up his shorts and leaned back for my answer, crossing his tanned arms over his broad chest. God, he was beautiful in a Malibu sorta way. Like you'd want to lick the coconut smelling Coppertone off his body all damn day long.

"I got ditched by my best friend. We've been friends since third grade, him and me. We were supposed to go swimming at the high school pool but he suddenly had better things to do, so he told his mom to tell me when I knocked on his front door. He didn't even call me. I feel so stupid and useless," I whined. Again, I had no idea why I said that last part. I was going to have to work on what my brain was doing and what spilled out of my mouth if I was ever going to make it through the next few years.

"Well, it's simple, actually. How old are you?"

"Just turned fourteen."

"So you're like, going to be a freshman this year, right?"

"Yeah. So what does that have to do with anything?" I instantly felt bad for how that sounded, but I was starting to wonder if this guy could solve my problem or not.

"It has everything to do with everything, little dude. It's Karma. Yin/Yang, positive/negative, cause and effect, blah, blah, blah – all that mumbo-jumbo kinda shit. It's just life. Here, dig it: He's probably not trying to piss you off, but more likely he has new interests or something. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. That's just the way it is. No worries, bro, you'll make lots of new friends this year. I guar-an-fucking-tee it."

"You think you know everything," I yelled. "How do you know all this? You're not much older than me." I was pissed, and although this guy was way hot, my mouth kept working first before my brain, even though I willed it to slow down.

"I'm almost seventeen. I'll be a senior this year. You're going to be a freshman, right?"

"Yeah. So? I already told you that. Are you stoned?" I wondered why he repeated what I just told him. He sure seemed mellow, unlike me, always hot under the collar.

"Chill out, bro. I've been there, done that, that's all. Don't get all zesty on me. I'm just trying to help you out here. I get that some friends move on and others come on in and step up. Some bro's and bunny's that you were tight with suddenly drift away. But you know, you'll meet up with other cool dudes. Like me," he said, shining me with the biggest shit-eating grin that I think I had ever seen. "I'll be your bud."

Oh, my, god! That did it. I was instantly captivated by him and all my anger and frustration melted away like chocolate on a hot sidewalk. I couldn't help myself, and I started to grin and then I started to giggle. He was so cool, so nice, and someone that I wanted to be friends with. So I said, "Okay, I'll be your bud."


"But on one condition: Just don't call me little dude again, okay? Besides, I'm not that little."

He laughed, this crazy laugh, and then, surprising me, scooped me up in his arms, right there on the sidewalk in front of anybody that could be looking – but thankfully nobody was – and gave me the biggest, baddest, tightest hug that I had ever had. "Got it. Feel better now?" he asked, putting me back down.

"Yeah, thanks. Much better. Sorry I was such a downer."

"No worries. C'mon bro," he said, pointing his fat thumb over his shoulder towards his house. "Let's go swimming."

I was totally shocked. "You have a pool?" I was surprised because there weren't that many pools in our neighborhood and most people that had them didn't invite the neighborhood kids to swim in them.

"Sure do. Grab your board and let's rip." He started to turn and walk up the driveway when he added, "You don't have a problem skinny dippin' do you?"

Oh, man, I thought. Could this day get any stranger? "Um, no," I sputtered, secretly excited to see this guy naked. I just hoped I could get in the pool without popping a woody. I hurried to catch up to him.

He looked over his shoulder to see me catching up and asked, "So if you're not going to let me call you little dude, what should I call you?"

"My name's Tim, actually Timothy, but everybody calls me TJ. There are too many kids named Tim at school, so my first grade teacher said I should have a nickname."

"Cool. I like it. TJ suits you. At least for now."

"For now? What does that mean?"

"When I get to know you better, I'll probably give you an extra-special nickname, just between you and me. I do that with all my buds."

"Okay, that sounds cool. So what's your name?" I asked him.


"Stoney? That's a name?"

"Sure. You don't like it?"

"No, I do," I said. "It's just different, I guess. I've never heard anyone called Stoney before."

"It's not my real name, obviously. When I was a grommet and just learning to surf, I crashed big time into some gnarly rocks and got all cut up. It was whack. The dudes that I was with thought it was righteous and started calling me Stoney, because of the rocks and stones slicing me all up. Luckily, nothing was broken. Anyway, it just stuck."

"Oh, cool, I guess. I thought maybe you got that because you smoke a lot of marijuana."

"Nah, nah. You're funny, bro. But no, don't do that. Beer maybe, but no pot," he said with a laugh. We had reached the end of the driveway and were heading through the white, wooden gate behind the garage that led into the spacious backyard. It was a nice, secluded space with the back of the house wrapping around the pool, making it private on three sides. Behind the house were tall bushes to keep the neighbors from peeking in, and all the way in the back was a small two-room pool house with two sets of French doors, both open and the sheer curtains were billowing around in the breeze like Janet Jackson's pants in the Runaway Video they played on MTV all the time. The pool was sparkling blue, and looked clear and inviting; the cobalt and green glass tiles reflecting the hot, summer sunshine. I was suddenly getting all tingly downstairs in the dick department because I had never gone skinny dipping before. And never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I'd be getting naked with a guy as hot as Stoney. And he was hot. Way, way hot.

"So that's my little crib back there," he said pointing to the pool house, "Casa de Stoney. It's not much, but it's mine for the summer. Like it?"

"Yeah! Wow, you're lucky. I have to share a tiny room with my two little brothers."

"You know, TJ, I'll tell you something," he said, turning around and pointing a finger at me. "I'd trade you anything for a little bro of my own. My sisters are way older than me. They're like grey, ya know what I'm sayin? By the time I was old enough to enjoy them they were already in college or married or shacked-up with some dumb-ass donk. That's why I'm here actually. I'm spending the summer with my oldest sister and her family. She's got two cutie little nuggets. Both boys, named Liam and Noel. They fight a lot, but that's what grommets do. And her husband is tolerable. I shouldn't say that – he's actually a pretty cool dude."

"Awesome. So I guess that's why I've never seen you here before. So where are you from?" I asked, hoping it wasn't too far away.

"San Diego. C'mon, dude, let's get in the pool. It's too freakin' hot out here."

"Wait! What if your sister or whoever and the kids see us?" I didn't want to be seen running around naked in some stranger's pool. How would I explain that? Especially if Stick made an appearance, which I was pretty sure he was going to do like he always seemed to do lately.

"Chill, little, um, I mean, dude. Sorry. I forgot. Right, TJ! They're all at Disney World this week. Three thousand miles away in Florida. We've got the place all to ourselves."

"Oh. Good. That's cool."

"It's awesome, that's what it is. You're not scared of gettin' nekid with me are you?"

"No, no. Oh, hell no. I get naked in the locker room all the time after gym and swim practice. It's just that I've never gone skinny dipping before and, well, it would be weird to be swimming all around and then have them all come out and see me and stuff, you know?"

"That's cool. No worries then, since nobody's home." Stoney casually dropped his shorts and walked out of them, flipping them up with his foot and catching then in his hand. My eyes bugged out and I just sort of stood there nervously looking at his amazing naked body. His ass was creamy white, unlike the rest of his body. He seemed all grown up to me and suddenly I felt like a little kid again.

As if he was reading my mind, Stoney said, "Dude, you need to lighten up and go with the flow, you know what I'm saying? You're just way too anxious. We're gonna have to work on that. Besides, who cares, right? We both have the same equipment, just different models."

"Yeah, you're right. Okay. Whatever you say."

"C'mon inside my casa, and let's have a soda first. I'm thirsty. Wanna Jarritos?" Stoney pulled his shorts back on and led me to the pool house. I couldn't decide if I was more disappointed than relieved.

"What's Jarritos?"

"Something we get from Tecate. You'll like it."

"Okay, sure. Yeah. All of a sudden I'm thirsty too," I said.

"So you're this killer swimmer but you've never gone skinny dipping? That seems strange. Me? I like to get nekid as much as possible. It'd really be sick to surf nekid. I like the wind blowing between my legs," he said, bending over and fanning his butt. That made me laugh. Then he went over to the small apartment-sized fridge and pulled us out a couple of the frosty sodas, both a weird dirty-orange color.

"Here, drink this and cool off." I uncapped it and then read the label. It said it was tamarindo, whatever that was. But it tasted great. "I'm not gonna make you do anything you're not ready to do. I like you too much already to fuck with you. Your mind or your body," he said, and started laughing again.

"Thanks, I guess," I said, not sure of the implication. I just hoped he was saying what I was thinking.

"No, really. I see me in you, a couple years ago, trying to figure out what life's all about. Like I said, been there, done that. You can learn from my mistakes. Life's all good if you just let down your defenses. Maybe I can make it easier for you."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I said, beginning to wonder if I had made a huge mistake coming back here with him. Or if he really wasn't high on something.

"It means, we can say and do whatever you want. It's all up to you. I know who I am, but maybe you don't know exactly who you are yet. And that's okay. I can help you with that, if you want me to, and only if you're ready. It's no worries, bro, no pressure. It's all chill, and you won't piss me off. I really like you, as weird as that seems since we've known each other for like, what, ten minutes or so?" He sounded so sincere that I wanted to crawl up into his lap and have him hold me tight for the next hour. Weird.

"Okay. So yeah, I think I get what you're saying: you want to be like a big bro to me…but I'm not sure exactly what you want…or why you want to hang with me. I mean, is that cool? Shit! I should just shut up," I said, totally mortified. I had to do a face palm to cover my embarrassed red-hot mug.

"Lookit, dude. Look at me TJ!" he said sternly. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure. Of course I can," I said convincingly. I could keep a secret as long as no one came out and asked me straight out, and if they did then my face would almost always gave me away. But if no one asked, I just wouldn't say anything. Sorta like that new Don't Ask, Don't Tell thing President Clinton just signed.

"Good. It's something I think you'll understand."

"Okay, but why are you telling me? We just met."

"Because it's important. I'll tell you, but can I ask you something first and have you give me an honest, straight dope answer?" He was serious this time, and his blue-gray eyes were like spotlight laser beams burning down into me. "Straight-up and no bullshit?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, curling up on a pile of fluffy pillows and looking up at him. He had taken a seat on his red futon. His small 'Casa' was exceptionally neat and clean.

"Okay, here goes. Do you ever think of doing stuff with other dudes? I mean, in a sexy kind of way?"

Oh man. Oh shit! Oh fuck! My secret's out! He has my story. Oh damn! How the hell did he figure that out already? This awesome, hot dude has my story down pat, just after a few minutes. And yet, he's still interested in me. Shit! Fuck! Damn! So I said the only honest answer that I could give, and got ready to bail on a seconds notice. "Yeah," I said quietly, "I guess I do."

"That's awesome! I do too," he said, with no judgment or sarcasm and sat back hard against the bamboo headboard.

"Really? A cool surfer dude like you likes guys? Naked guys? For sex? Really?" My mind was whirling around and going crazy picturing him in some of the sex fantasies that I'd make up in my head when I was lying in bed playing with my boner.

"Yeah," he said. "I like dudes that way. It's not really a big deal in the whole scheme of things. It's just hard to meet other cool dudes like us. We're lucky we live in a time that it's finally, sorta okay. Know what I'm saying?"

"Well, no, but yeah, I guess. I mean, you're gay? A straight looking guy like you? Gay?" I couldn't stop repeating myself. I just couldn't believe it. He was so hot and normal looking.

"Yeah, I am. Queer as a three dollar bill, as they say. You want to know the real reason I'm spending the summer here with my sister and her family?"

"Um, sure."

"Because, a few weeks ago I tried to kiss my best bud one night when we were at a party at the beach. We'd drunk way too much beer and I was feeling pretty mellow. It was a going away party because he was leaving to go back east to college. I thought he had the same feelings for me that I had for him, but it turned out he didn't. I was embarrassed and hurt when he told me to get the hell away from him and that he'd never, ever want to see me again. Shit, I thought he was way cooler than that." Suddenly, I had a new appreciation for Stoney, who looked like he had all his shit together. I guess he didn't. "Anyway, he started telling all my friends that I was a fag, so I thought this would be a great time to spend a couple of months up here with my sister, and kinda recharge until he gets outta town and things could chill a little."

"Oh, man. That's all so fucked up. How long did you know him?"

"Not that long. Maybe a couple of years. But I thought for sure he liked me like I liked him. I mean, he sorta gave me signals like he wanted more, but maybe I misread them. Or maybe he's just not ready. Or maybe it's just Karma. You know, you meet people, the right people, when it's the right time. The wrong people who chap our, well, our asses, at the wrong time too, but it's hard to tell if they're the right ones or the wrong ones. Know what I'm saying? So maybe they just move along, and we have to get over them to let the right ones in. Kinda like your bud who ditched you today. You and I, well, maybe this is our time. Who knows? I kinda felt like I should talk to you when I saw you out front being all down. And to be honest, I think you're a little hottie." He said that last part awfully quiet, unlike anything he'd said before. He'd always sounded so sure of himself before.

"Can I tell you a secret now? Something I've never said before, to anyone?"

"Sure, I just told you one of my most important secrets. Neither one of us has burst into flames yet," he said with a laugh. I guessed he didn't stay mad or sad for very long. "You can tell me anything you want."

"Well, um, I've always kind of known I was gay. I fooled around some with a friend a few times when we were little before he moved away. And I have a great-uncle who is gay. But the problem is, he's so, I don't know. I guess obvious would be the right word. And his boyfriend, well, he's way over the top. I mean, he walks all swishy and he wears scarves. And these long robes that he calls caftans. But they're both funny and I love them a lot. It's just that I don't want to be like that."

"You mean, you don't want to be gay?"

"No, that part doesn't bother me. I know I'm gay, like I said. Actually, I've known it from day one, practically. Just never said it out loud before. It's just that on TV, all the gay guys are so, so, I don't know, kinda feminine. And loud. And bitchy. That isn't me and I'm not attracted to that kind of guy. Until today, I didn't think there were any normal looking gay guys my age like that. Does that make sense?" I hope I didn't offend him, because maybe he liked those types of guys, but he asked me and I said it. It felt good to get it off my chest.

"I get it. You're attracted to regular dudes. That's cool. Everybody has their likes and dislikes. But I get what you're saying. Back at my school, all the gay guys that I see are sorta like that. Posers and drama geeks. I think if some football or soccer jock would come out or date one of those guys it would make it easier. Anyway, I wasn't ready to come out, but now I am. I don't care who knows now. Besides, by now I'm sure that everybody back home already knows."

"Do your parents know? Your sisters?"

"Oh sure. My sisters knew way before I did. They don't care. As for my mom, I'm pretty sure she knows, but it's no big deal because she's not around much. She's married to her job so I hardly ever see her."

"What about your dad? I'm afraid to talk to my dad. My mom might be cool, but I'm not sure about my dad."

"I don't have a dad. I have no idea who he is."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry, man," I said.

"Don't be. I'm not. I'm just glad he donated his swimmers, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said, thinking about the mechanics of that. I had another question I wanted to ask him but I was kinda afraid and didn't know exactly how to word it. He shot me a kind look but narrowed his eyes, egging me on. He seemed to be able to read my mind which was both unsettling and endearing at the same time. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Of course. I told you that already. Fire away."

"Okay, here goes. Have you had a lot of sex?"

"I knew you were going to ask me that! And because I promised to be your friend and be honest with you, I'll tell you the truth. I had sex once, with an older guy that picked me up when I was hitching home. Not the smartest move, that was. Anyway, he was okay, and all he wanted to do was suck me off. It felt good, but later on I felt sort of, um, used I guess you'd say. I did make out with a girl a couple of times, just to make sure I wasn't missing out on anything. She liked it, but I didn't. That's all the girl sex for me," he said, and started laughing. His infectious laugh made me start laughing too.

"I know for sure I don't want to do it with a girl," I said, finishing off my drink. "Sometimes when no one's home I look at some of my dad's porn he hides in the garage that he thinks no one knows about."

"That's probably his way of teaching you about sex. He meant for you to find it because that way he doesn't have to explain it," he interrupted.

"Yeah, maybe. Anyway, those naked chicks with shaved pussies creep me out, but the guys with the big boners turn me on. At least with a guy you know what you're getting. Besides, I like my dick too much. I even named my boner Stick."

He started laughing again, "Stick! Oh, man, TJ, you are da kine. You crack me up. You know, you shouldn't have told me that. Now I'll have to call you Stick from now on."

I was completely horrified, and couldn't believe I had just said that and I'm sure my face turned beet-red again. But then Stoney looked at me and smiled his killer smile, locked his beautiful eyes on me and said, "It's strange. Sometimes I think I've known you before, like in a past life or something if you believe in that sort of stuff. I do. You're just so easy to be around. I like you, dude. You're all right."

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "I like you too. I'm glad we met." Then, my mouth was going too fast again and before I knew it, I blurted out, "We could be called Stick and Stoney."

"Jee-sus. You're right! But enough talking and not enough swimming! Let's get in the pool."

"Yeah! Let's get nekid and go skinny dipping," I said, happy to change this intense subject.

So, I let him get going first because I knew Stick was going to be in the way, but it didn't really matter since the second Stoney stood up and shimmied out of his board shorts, his woody was sticking out straight and true. He didn't wait for me, and instead ran through the yard and dove effortlessly into the pool hardly creating a splash. I followed him after I took off my shorts and T-shirt and kicked off my flops, then dove into the blue water, my boner acting like a rudder as the cool liquid sluiced up my butt crack.

We swam some laps, maybe staying intentionally away from each other. I would open my eyes when I was underwater when he'd swim by, trying to get a glimpse of his man bits, and he was as hard as I was. Seeing him like that made me even hornier, if that was even possible. Finally, after fifteen or twenty minutes, I had to take a break. My mind was just not on swimming, even though the cool water felt so sensual on my naked-ass body.

I floated on my back for a while, then went over to the shallow end of the pool and sat on one of the lower steps so I was mostly submerged. It felt so good being naked in the cool water in the hot sunshine. I had what seemed like a new good friend and for those few minutes I didn't have a care in the world. Then things suddenly changed, in a monumental sort of way.

Stoney swam up and sat down next to me, sort of close. He caught his breath and then pushed his long, wet hair back behind him. He had water on the ends of his eyelashes, and he just radiated sexiness to me. "We still chill?"

"Oh, yeah. This is great. Wish I could go skinny dipping every day," I said.

"Well, hang with me bro and you can. My sis and her brood are all nudists. In fact, even though they are spending lots of time at all of those amusement parks in Florida, they're staying at some big nudist resort. Like, you can be naked everywhere all the time. Even at dinner. How cool would that be?'

"That would be freaky. But shit, I'd probably have a woody all the time."

"I can tell," he said, looking down at my dick standing straight up and swaying around in the water.

"Y-yeah," I croaked out.

"Let me see it, Stick."

"Okay," I whispered, and stood up on the lowest step so two thirds of my skinny body was out in the open. It felt really, really weird to be doing this, especially with Stoney so close to me.

"Wow! That's quite a weapon you got there for just turning fourteen. I see why you named him Stick," he said with a smile, and then leaned back and stretched his arms on the hot concrete sides of the pool deck.

"Yeah, it looks like a stick. I just wish it was a little fatter." There I went again with my big mouth. I immediately sank back into the water.

"No worries, Stick. Both you and little Stick will bulk up in no time. I was even skinnier than you when I was your age, and look at me know. I grew almost six inches when I was fifteen. Good thing I only wear shorts and T's; otherwise, my mom probably would have gone broke buying me clothes," he laughed.

"Um, can I, uh, see yours?" I asked shyly.

"Sure! It's all good." He stood up and I had to catch my breath. He was so hot looking! His hard cock was sticking up over a big droopy bag of lime-sized balls.

"It's so big. Will mine get that big?"

"Who knows? But besides, it doesn't really matter. More than a handful is just wasted, right?"

"I guess," I said, not really sure what he meant.

He sat back down and we were both quiet for a while. I was lost in my lascivious thoughts, trying to figure out how I could touch that monster of his.

"Whatcha thinking, Stick?" he said, looking over at me and smiling again. I swear he could read my mind.


"Yeah you are. C'mere," he said, holding out an arm and patting his chest with his other hand, indicating for me to crawl up on his stomach just like I had thought about earlier.

Part of me was ecstatic and the other part was way hesitant. But I did it anyway. I put both legs on either side of him and sort of sat down gingerly on his belly, my hard cock and cum-filled balls pressing into him. I could feel his hard dick rubbing back and forth on my butt cheeks and it sent a shockwave up my spine. He put his hands on either side of my back and started rubbing me gently, in slow circles and making me relax some. He was starring up into my eyes and instead of making me nervous it made me comfortable.

"Stick," he said, "I really, really like you. And I'm not giving you some crazy-ass line. I totally do. But I'm not gonna push you or make you do anything you don't want to do. Hell, you have more experience here than I do. So if I'm moving too fast, just say the word and I'll back off. No worries. Okay?"

"Um, okay. Um, no, I mean, yeah, I like you too. And I like this. You feel so good. Um, can I ask you something?" I was so nervous I could hardly speak. I really liked this guy and I was afraid I was going to fuck it up.

"Totally. Fire away."

"Um, can I kiss you?"

He didn't say anything, and I started to get scared and was about to get off of him when a small smile started forming on the corners of his mouth. His gorgeous lips grew bigger and suddenly his whole face lit up. He still didn't say anything, but I was suddenly hypnotized by his spell and I started to smile too. Then he did something that I had only dreamed about. He reached up and pulled my head into his and kissed me. Not hard, not soft, but just right. I closed my eyes, ground Stick into his stomach and spilled my juices without breaking our kiss. I quivered and shook as he held me even tighter. When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, I saw Stoney staring at me with that big shiny grin of his. It was a memory that would last me a lifetime.

Leaving town after holding an estate sale and signing up with the top realtor in the area to sell Uncle Brian's house, we slowly headed out of town. On a whim, I drove back up Oak Street, past Stoney's old house for one last look.

"That was a great summer, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, it sure was," I answered.

"I love you, Stick. I always will," he said, putting his strong arm around my shoulders.

"Me too, Stoney, me too."

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