UliH

Wet

Martin and Phil clambered out of the pond. Although it was gone 9pm, summer heat kept the air warm.

Martin lay in the soft grass with his back against a tree.

"I wish the summer would never end."

"Yeah," Phil agreed, "I love this warmth."

"Not just that," Martin said as he tried to articulate his feelings, "just hanging out with no-one else around. Coming here. Swimming. With you."

"Yeah, I like you too Marty. It's great."

Phil sank to the grass next to the younger boy. They lay on their sides facing each other, each propped up on an elbow. Both were wearing white Haynes underpants, almost see-through now they were wet. Martin glanced at Phil's body with innocent curiosity. Phil was slim, he had a flat stomach, and just a hint of muscle.

Phil reached out and chased some of the beads of water down Martin's chest with his finger.

"Are you cold?"

"Nah not all."

Phil decided to make his move.

"Do you ever, you know, jerk off?"

He looked at the small soft lump at the front of Martin's wet underpants.

Martin forced himself to answer calmly. He wanted to answer seriously; to act mature.

"Yeah sometimes."

"How often?"

Martin shrugged.

"I dunno, every week. Maybe a couple of times a month. Is that too much?" he added, suddenly insecure.

"Nah, that's definitely not too much."

I bet this kid hasn't learned how his dick works properly yet, Phil thought.

"Have your balls dropped yet?"

"What do you mean?"

Phil looked down. The outline of the boy's glans showed clearly against the cotton. He reached out gently and gripped below the boy's helmet. Martin watched with excitement. He forced himself not to move away from Phil's hand.

Phil gripped Martin's scrotum. He felt two soft lumps each the size of Teasers candy in a soft bag.

"They have dropped. They're very soft."

"Is that bad?"

Phil continued rolling the other boy's testicles in his fist.

"No, not at all. I was just saying."

"Oh."

Allowing Phil to grope his balls felt incredibly odd to Martin. Usually he was protective of them.

He was not shy about being seen nude in the school showers. Especially since he now had 30 or 40 straight black hairs in a circle around the root of his cock. He knew his balls rarely hung down like some boys, but nor were they still tiny like some of his peers

Martin looked across at Phil's groin.

"You've got a boner."

Phil looked down at himself.

"Yeah."

Martin looked at the way Phil's rigid tool pointed up towards his left hip. The head was arrow shaped and he could see the outline of the 17 year old's thick urethra along its length.

Martin reached towards Phil now, and traced a line through the older teenager's treasure trail. He stopped at the waistband of Phil's underpants. He could see Phil's pubes through the cotton.

"It's massive."

"Eight inches [20 cm]. Pretty big."

"Do you know anyone bigger?"

"Nah, but then I haven't seen any other hard dicks. Except on porn stars. They're bigger."

Martin snickered at the mention of porn.

"Have you ever kissed anyone on the mouth?" Phil asked.

"Nope, not yet."

"Do you want to try?"

"What now? With you?"

"Sure, nobody's around for miles."

Martin's heart was beating fast now. This was weird. With a boy. But no-one was there to condemn. He took the chance.

"Okay," he said in a small uncertain voice.

Phil smiled.

"Lie on your back. Move away from the tree."

Martin obeyed. Phil moved closer, positioning himself between the young teen's thighs. He loomed over the boy, smiling warmly then he tilted his head, opened his lips and brought his mouth to Martin's.

Phil gently kissed his friend for a minute then pulled away. Martin's lips quivered, as though calling Phil back.

"What are you thinking about?" Phil asked.

"Your boner. It's pressing against my junk."

"Don't you like it?"

Martin swallowed.

"Nah, it's okay."

"Just okay?"

Martin gave a tight-lipped timid smile.

"It's kind of nice."

Phil smiled and lowered his mouth back to his friend's soft lips.

After another couple of minutes he stopped again.

"Are you feeling excited Martin?"

"What do you mean?"

Phil gave a few thrusts of his hips. Martin's stiff cock brushed against his hardness, standing up at right angles between them.

"You're hard too."

Martin lifted his head and looked down between them. He was genuinely surprised to see the stiff pole pushing the wet cotton of his briefs up, the tip brushing the much larger angle of Phil's hardness. He blushed brightly.

"Oh. Sorry Phil."

He made as though to scramble out from underneath but Phil stopped him with his arms.

"Don't be. Wrap your legs around me."

Martin looked uncertain.

"Go on, pull our dicks closer together."

Martin did as he was told.

Phil leaned down and continued kissing the younger boy. After a while, he started grinding his pelvis back and forth, feeling the kid's extremely stiff finger of meat bouncing between them as it was moved up and down. Each time it would drag an inch or so before its stiffness caused it to ping free, returning to its starting position.

The wet cotton and the friction brushed against Martin's circumcised glans sending shivers of excitement through his groin. Without thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around the older boy, clinging on now like a koala to a Eucalyptus branch. As he felt hornier and hornier, his kissing became more aggressive and he worked his lips against Phil's. Phil reciprocated, then slipped his tongue gently into the boy's mouth, going slowly for fear of scaring the teenager off.

But Martin was in the grip of youthful lust now. He attacked Phil's tongue with his own, chasing around his own mouth as though seeking dominance in a life and death tongue wrestling bout.

Martin ground his pelvis savagely against Phil's as the older teen continued steadily.

Martin was like a wild animal, a little bear cub discovering how his body worked. He groaned and moaned, as much from the excitement of kissing as from the growing pleasure in his balls.

Suddenly he let out a series of short grunts, and thrust his pelvis harder in a series of staccato thrusts. Then he was totally still. He released his grip and collapsed back to the warm grass knees akimbo. He looked up at Phil shell-shocked, smiling sheepishly.

Phil said, "Did you just cum?"

Martin stared at him with a blank expression.

"Did you squirt?"

Martin's expression remained unchanged.

Phil rose to his knees and examined the front of the boy's underpants. Thick cream was oozing through the cotton at the crown of the boy's stiff boner.

Phil reached down and pulled the cotton away from Martin's dick. Then he pulled the boy's pants halfway down his thighs. The pouch was lined with pearly cream. The kid's dick was still almost immovably stiff. They both looked at it with interest. The head was coated white and shiny. Phil was surprised how thick the boy's cream was. Maybe he wasn't so immature as he'd thought. He looked at the boy's eggs in their loose round bag, then at the boy's barely almost non-existent pubes, just a smear of black hair, the pubic equivalent of a Latino's bum fluff moustache.

Phil leaned forwards and took the head gently into his mouth, ever so slowly sucking it clean, using his tongue across its surface. Martin writhed on the floor making soft moaning sounds.

Phil sucked for a minute then removed his mouth. Martin's cock sprang up, harder than ever. Phil kissed the boy, returning the last of his emission to him orally. Using both hands, he tenderly massaged the boy's throat as they kissed to make him swallow. Martin started grinding his pelvis eager to go around again.

Phil moved back, still on his knees. He lowered his pants and his beast sprang free. Martin watched it with awe. Now Phil straddled the teenager and moved back along his body till he was kneeling over Martin's chest. Martin looked up at Phil's cock. It was an order of magnitude bigger than his own. Twice as long and thick, and it looked deadly serious: a weapon designed for fucking. Not like his own pole with its pale pink cherry on top. Phil's cock was sleek, veiny, and very, very hard. It was pale – the sun never saw it, but it its head was also pale, a light pinkish purple, even paler than Martin's.

"Suck the end. Careful with your teeth," Phil instructed.

Without hesitation, Martin raised his head and began sucking the monster before his eyes. He struggled to open his mouth wide enough, but once the head was inside he licked it.

Phil slowly fucked the boy's face for several minutes, then he pulled away and moved back down the boy's body. He pulled Martin's underwear fully off and returned to his position kneeling back between the youngster's legs, then he gripped the boy behind the knees with both hands and lifted, dragging Martin towards him across the grass and exposing his virgin hole.

"Wait, not that. I'm not gay," Martin protested.

Phil gave him a 'what the fuck' look.

"So what?"

He pushed the boy's knees to the grass beside his own ears. Martin grunted as his body was folded double, contorted back on itself. The boy offered a token struggle, but he could not wiggle free in any direction.

Phil looked down at the boy's fat sack and gave its softly wrinkled tan surface a few friendly coochie coo shakes. Then he scooped up some of the slime that remained on the boy's underwear and wiped it onto the boy's smooth hole.

Phil guided the end of his billy club towards Martin's starfish. Because of his position, Martin could not even tense in anticipation but Phil had no desire to hurt him. With infinite patience, he slowly pressed against the boy, lowering gradually, allowing the boy's hole to relax and spread. It took almost five minutes, during which time, Phil's cock did not lose a single bit of its hardness.

For the final minute, as his hole was forced to stretch wider than ever before, Martin panted like a weight lifter preparing for a championship lift.

"It's too big. It'll never go in!"

"It'll go. Just give it time."

Martin's hole was stretched to its absolute limits, but Phil was correct.

As he felt his cock moving past its widest point, he slowly pushed it all the way inside. Martin's penis had long since gone limp, dangling above his own face. A thumb-sized willy now instead of a cock. A small circumcised dangler with a button head. Martin looked up at own his penis. It seemed like a pathetic scrap of flesh compared to the horse cock that now impaled him.

Martin felt Phil's cock touching him somewhere deep inside. Somewhere strangely stimulating. He felt the excitement in his hole and in his balls. But he was also very aware of how tightly stretched his hole was.

"See, I told you it would go in," Phil affirmed

"Yeah," Martin grunted, "but take it slow. Please."

Phil started to fuck him and it hurt like crazy at first. Then the skin of his hole gradually stretched and the pain diminished to a more comfortable level. Phil picked up the pace as he sensed Martin relaxing beneath him.

To Martin's surprise, little drips of cloudy, watery fluid started to shake from his own penis on each downwards stroke. His hole felt pleasure deep inside and his prostate was giving up its contents despite the boy's pain softened cock. Martin's white willy wiggled, releasing drips of seminal fluid onto his face and into his mouth. He swallowed and licked his lips instinctively, more to clean himself than out of any desire to taste his own sperm.

Phil pumped faster and harder until he was right on the edge, then he swiftly withdrew and took his penis in his fist. Then he pumped as fast as he could and deposited a massive load of cum onto Martin's small upturned balls.

When he'd finished squirting, he moved away and picked up the boy's underwear. They were dry except for the front where Martin had cum. Phil pulled the boy's pants all the way up, squelching them over the cum he'd deposited on the boy's nut sack. He gripped the boy between the legs, lightly cupping his nuts, then his circled his hand, rubbing the shot glass of semen he'd just deposited into the boy's groin.

"That'll help your balls grow faster," he told Martin.

Martin looked up at him timidly.

"My butthole hurts."

"Yeah, you'll be sore for a while I expect."

"I'd better go. My dad will be wondering where I am."

Martin dressed.

"My balls are all slimy."

Phil grinned.

"It'll make them grow. Make a man of you."

"I just hope my mom doesn't notice it on my underpants in the wash."

"Maybe you should wash them first? Keep that pair for when we go swimming. Maybe I can give you more spunk to help your balls grow."

Martin gave a slow shy grin.

"Yeeeah."

***

One hour later Martin lay in his bed in the farmhouse he shared with his family. He was still wearing the same underpants and the pouch was still damp. He could almost feel Phil's juice soaking into his balls. He smiled and drifted into a happy sleep.

The End