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Youthful Summer of Love: A Coming of Age Tale of Friendship and Awakening Story is true, but names are changed to make them easier to read by English speaking people. This, of course, implies that I'm not from EN speaking country so, please be gentle to my writing and use of English. I'll call myself John. This name has nothing to do with my real name, but if anybody wants some tongue exercise pronouncing my true name, PM me and I'll tell. At the time of writhing this, I'm 42, happily married with no kids of my own (can't have kids). Events that I'll write about (in this story or maybe few of them more, depends of feedback) took place 28 years ago, when everyone involved were very young, kind of worry free and much more open to listen and try something ... well, something different. I was younger of two kids - my parents got daughter (my sister) six years before I came to bee. We lived in beautiful flatlands of my country, with only my (now late) father employed. As you can imagine, we didn't had much but we had exactly as much as we need for normal life. We owned a house, and my sister and I shared one room, my parents second and house had nice kitchen and dining area with comfy living room attached. Being as it were, I never had any privacy while in house except for toilet and bathroom, and that too was only for short periods of time - I remember that soon as I entered bathroom somebody will yell to me to hurry, because they have to go. My entire life I was ... well, chubby. Not too much, as I was told, but I had some fat on me, mostly on my belly and pecks. …the next moment changed everything
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Youthful Summer of Love: A Coming of Age Tale of Friendship and Awakening
Story is true, but names are changed to make them easier to read by English speaking people. This, of course, implies that I'm not from EN speaking country so, please be gentle to my writing and use of English.
I'll call myself John. This name has nothing to do with my real name, but if anybody wants some tongue exercise pronouncing my true name, PM me and I'll tell. At the time of writhing this, I'm 42, happily married with no kids of my own (can't have kids). Events that I'll write about (in this story or maybe few of them more, depends of feedback) took place 28 years ago, when everyone involved were very young, kind of worry free and much more open to listen and try something ... well, something different.
I was younger of two kids - my parents got daughter (my sister) six years before I came to bee. We lived in beautiful flatlands of my country, with only my (now late) father employed. As you can imagine, we didn't had much but we had exactly as much as we need for normal life. We owned a house, and my sister and I shared one room, my parents second and house had nice kitchen and dining area with comfy living room attached. Being as it were, I never had any privacy while in house except for toilet and bathroom, and that too was only for short periods of time - I remember that soon as I entered bathroom somebody will yell to me to hurry, because they have to go.
My entire life I was ... well, chubby. Not too much, as I was told, but I had some fat on me, mostly on my belly and pecks. In result, I had a bit of tits which, as it turns out, will be deemed attractive ... but, I'll come to that. At 5 ft. 5" at that time, I was a bit higher than rest of my buddies with hazel eyes and short brown hair. My two best friends were same age as me, and we knew each other and got really close long before we started school. As I recall my childhood we spent every free moment together, playing and doing stuff that young boys do ... and we did a lot of mischief that is for sure. I'll call two of my buddies Ben and George. They were my peers, just few months younger than me. Ben was well built in a kind of lumberjack way - broad shoulders, fairly muscular and with small amount of fat on his lower belly. Blue eyes and light brown hair were just pluses to its appearance. George, on the other hand, was purely sporty type. Although he was a bit shorter than me, he had slim build, very well proportioned - in a word, runners build - without single shred of fat on him. His muscles were very well defined. Hell, as soon as in the age of 12 he had full six-pack on his belly without any effort. Unfortunately for him, his nose was quite big - he got it from his mother - and often his black-as-coal eyes never got proper attention, since nose would steal it all. His hair was quite long because his dad liked it that way, but he was kind of unhappy with it. Our teasing that he had a hair like a little girl surely didn't help. And, was he into sports ... he'd always try to pull us in some kind of running after a ball ... if there were more of us, we'd play soccer and if it was only three of us, he'll always try to make us kick the ball between us. I guess, besides genetics, that is why he looked so fit.
Three of us growing up was really fun time. Summer was our most loved part of the year - our chores would be concentrated in the morning and late afternoon (or better yet, early evening) so most of the day our parents would send us out of our houses to have some peace. Since river flowed near to our village, we'd go swimming and bathing for the most of the day. River was very slow flowing and wide, for the most part not deep at all. It was shallow, so much so that where the public beach was, average grown man would stand in the middle of a river with water barely up to his nipples. So there was no real danger from drowning no matter how god or not-so-good swimmer one is. That being said and due to fact that my sister is much older than three of us, our parents would let us go to the river with only her being our guard when we were younger - actually she hanged out with her friends, just accompanied us to the river and back home so we were pretty much left alone. As young kids we skinny-dipped all the time and due to that, we knew each other’s bodies in detail. Our dicks were pretty much same size when flaccid, but - as it happens with all boys - when we got stiffies, some differences were noticeable. Mine was smallest and Ben and George were pretty much the same size, both bigger than me. At that time, we weren't paying much attention to our dicks, or rest of our bodies to that matter - except when we wanted to tease and aggravate each other. But, as years passed by we started to discover our sexual side. Also, we started to pay much more attention to each other’s body features. To be honest, we started to notice all bodies around us, exchanging lustful comments while checking them out ... Both George and Ben always had something juicy to say for any girl they've seen, but I always gave much more attention to checking out other boys and men than girls. As far as I can remember my early life, male bodies were much more attractive to me than females, although I liked to check out girls also.
Summer that I'm telling you about was the first summer that we got permission from our parents to go to the river by ourselves. I was the responsible one in our 'band of brothers' so once when our parents got together, they set all three of us in front and said we do not need 'sitter' anymore. Also, I was promoted to 'guy in charge' with loooong speech about responsibilities that come with that. Both, Ben and George were happy knowing that I really won't abuse my 'powers' ... it just wasn't my nature ... and I was kind of more mature than two of them, so they accepted rules gladly. So, we could go to the river as soon as we liked, not having to wait for my sister anymore ... and we did so. That summer we started wearing speedos. My mother, being good fried with Ben's and George's moms bought three identical black speedos for us. Actually, we asked for it since ... well, you know - we've grown and were a bit embarrassed to go skinny-dipping in front of other people.
I think I'll never forget the moment of that day when we arrived to the river beach and I saw Ben and George in speedos. Their packages, bulging in front of them, caused some steer in my own briefs. It struck me like a thunder from a clear sky - I was aroused by what I saw!!! That was the first time I was ashamed for popping boner in front of two of my buddies. To hide my embarrassment I sat on the sand, crossing my legs. Ben was first to react:
"Are you coming in or what?" - he asked confused.
"Give me minute to cool down - you know that one shouldn't go in the water right away" - well, I was the responsible one, remember - "you two should sit down and cool down too" I said trying to justify myself. Truth to be told, part about cooling down was something everybody advised – especially as we walked some 3,5 miles from our houses to the river and summer sun was hot ... but, I was mainly trying to wait for my cock to go limp before standing up.
George and Ben looked to each other and looked back to me … than George said with a smirk:
"Yes mom ... we'll sit for a minute or two ... but only for minute or two - and you can sit your ass on the beach all day if you want to, I'm off to swim ..." he said grinning.
"Me too ... and don't be so boring, come into water with us" said Ben.
They approached and set down beside me. Both of them sat in a same way, extending their legs slightly parted and leaning back onto their hands. Of course, all I was still seeing were their bulges making my swollen cock twitching inside my speedo. Both Ben and George looked at the other two of us, clearly checking us out and comparing our bodies ... They joked about all hot days ahead of us and how we should never leave our beach ... or that's at least how I remember that moment ... but, I clearly remember I was keeping my mouth shut and my eyes fixed on their crotches.
"Oh ... you have a boner, don't you?" Ben's question felt like slap to the back of my head.
"Ha? Who?" I stuttered "Well, maybe ... " was my reply with rush of blood to my face - as they both said later, my face at that moment was redder than home grown tomato.
"Oh come on" exclaimed Ben "it's not like you've never had one before and like we've never saw it. And look, I'm popping one too" he said lightly caressing its package through its speedo. His dick was semi-hard making its contours clearly visible underneath thin fabric. To prove his point even further, he stood up propping its crotch ... and he got some package.
"Nice one" I heard George beside me "but, it’s just half hard, isn't it? This, my friends, is what proper boner looks like" said George standing up. My jaw dropped - he was fully erect, his cock pointing to his left hip, making contours of its cock head clearly visible.
As we were pretty much alone at the beach, I just looked to them, mouth wide open. Man, they've grown down there - I've grown also, but was still noticeably smaller them either of them.
"Wow guys, you two have grown" was all I could say ...
"Come on, stand up ... we're missing you here" said Ben still fondling its package with more and more attention.
"Yeah John, don't bail on us now. All for one, you know ..." said George moving its hips from left to right and back, lightly garbing his cock from time to time.
Somehow, my shame dissolved and I stood up showing my hard dick through my speedo.
"Not so big ... well, seeing you guys like this I think I should be in charge, not John - my dick is bigger than either of yours" Ben was being Ben - always making fun and teasing rest of us.
"Not so fast, buddy - I have more meat down here than you, for sure" said George cooping its package between both of his hands.
Now, devil in me took over and, without any prior thinking words just came out of my mouth:
"OK, I'm no competition to either of you guys thus making me ideal referee to measure each of you and resolve this once and for all" - was what I said with a bit of evil grin on my face. Surprisingly, both of them just said "You're on" almost unanimously.
"But how are you going to measure us - it's not like we're having measuring tape with us" said Ben.
"And that is why I'll always be in charge, no matter how smaller my dick is compared to you guys" - I was again in control, acting on some strange impulse within me and not fighting it for the first time ...
"First of all, let me get my props and you two keep petting your snakes - we don't want them to be nothing less than full size, don't we!? Then, we'll take measures and compare them, so ... well, we'll know who has biggest dick between three of us. Agreed?" I had them where I wanted and somehow, both of them were in my power. It felt that whatever I said to them promising measuring their dicks at THE END
I'll call myself John. This name has nothing to do with my real name, but if anybody wants some tongue exercise pronouncing my true name, PM me and I'll tell. At the time of writhing this, I'm 42, happily married with no kids of my own (can't have kids). Events that I'll write about (in this story or maybe few of them more, depends of feedback) took place 28 years ago, when everyone involved were very young, kind of worry free and much more open to listen and try something ... well, something different.
I was younger of two kids - my parents got daughter (my sister) six years before I came to bee. We lived in beautiful flatlands of my country, with only my (now late) father employed. As you can imagine, we didn't had much but we had exactly as much as we need for normal life. We owned a house, and my sister and I shared one room, my parents second and house had nice kitchen and dining area with comfy living room attached. Being as it were, I never had any privacy while in house except for toilet and bathroom, and that too was only for short periods of time - I remember that soon as I entered bathroom somebody will yell to me to hurry, because they have to go.
My entire life I was ... well, chubby. Not too much, as I was told, but I had some fat on me, mostly on my belly and pecks. In result, I had a bit of tits which, as it turns out, will be deemed attractive ... but, I'll come to that. At 5 ft. 5" at that time, I was a bit higher than rest of my buddies with hazel eyes and short brown hair. My two best friends were same age as me, and we knew each other and got really close long before we started school. As I recall my childhood we spent every free moment together, playing and doing stuff that young boys do ... and we did a lot of mischief that is for sure. I'll call two of my buddies Ben and George. They were my peers, just few months younger than me. Ben was well built in a kind of lumberjack way - broad shoulders, fairly muscular and with small amount of fat on his lower belly. Blue eyes and light brown hair were just pluses to its appearance. George, on the other hand, was purely sporty type. Although he was a bit shorter than me, he had slim build, very well proportioned - in a word, runners build - without single shred of fat on him. His muscles were very well defined. Hell, as soon as in the age of 12 he had full six-pack on his belly without any effort. Unfortunately for him, his nose was quite big - he got it from his mother - and often his black-as-coal eyes never got proper attention, since nose would steal it all. His hair was quite long because his dad liked it that way, but he was kind of unhappy with it. Our teasing that he had a hair like a little girl surely didn't help. And, was he into sports ... he'd always try to pull us in some kind of running after a ball ... if there were more of us, we'd play soccer and if it was only three of us, he'll always try to make us kick the ball between us. I guess, besides genetics, that is why he looked so fit.
Three of us growing up was really fun time. Summer was our most loved part of the year - our chores would be concentrated in the morning and late afternoon (or better yet, early evening) so most of the day our parents would send us out of our houses to have some peace. Since river flowed near to our village, we'd go swimming and bathing for the most of the day. River was very slow flowing and wide, for the most part not deep at all. It was shallow, so much so that where the public beach was, average grown man would stand in the middle of a river with water barely up to his nipples. So there was no real danger from drowning no matter how god or not-so-good swimmer one is. That being said and due to fact that my sister is much older than three of us, our parents would let us go to the river with only her being our guard when we were younger - actually she hanged out with her friends, just accompanied us to the river and back home so we were pretty much left alone. As young kids we skinny-dipped all the time and due to that, we knew each other’s bodies in detail. Our dicks were pretty much same size when flaccid, but - as it happens with all boys - when we got stiffies, some differences were noticeable. Mine was smallest and Ben and George were pretty much the same size, both bigger than me. At that time, we weren't paying much attention to our dicks, or rest of our bodies to that matter - except when we wanted to tease and aggravate each other. But, as years passed by we started to discover our sexual side. Also, we started to pay much more attention to each other’s body features. To be honest, we started to notice all bodies around us, exchanging lustful comments while checking them out ... Both George and Ben always had something juicy to say for any girl they've seen, but I always gave much more attention to checking out other boys and men than girls. As far as I can remember my early life, male bodies were much more attractive to me than females, although I liked to check out girls also.
Summer that I'm telling you about was the first summer that we got permission from our parents to go to the river by ourselves. I was the responsible one in our 'band of brothers' so once when our parents got together, they set all three of us in front and said we do not need 'sitter' anymore. Also, I was promoted to 'guy in charge' with loooong speech about responsibilities that come with that. Both, Ben and George were happy knowing that I really won't abuse my 'powers' ... it just wasn't my nature ... and I was kind of more mature than two of them, so they accepted rules gladly. So, we could go to the river as soon as we liked, not having to wait for my sister anymore ... and we did so. That summer we started wearing speedos. My mother, being good fried with Ben's and George's moms bought three identical black speedos for us. Actually, we asked for it since ... well, you know - we've grown and were a bit embarrassed to go skinny-dipping in front of other people.
I think I'll never forget the moment of that day when we arrived to the river beach and I saw Ben and George in speedos. Their packages, bulging in front of them, caused some steer in my own briefs. It struck me like a thunder from a clear sky - I was aroused by what I saw!!! That was the first time I was ashamed for popping boner in front of two of my buddies. To hide my embarrassment I sat on the sand, crossing my legs. Ben was first to react:
"Are you coming in or what?" - he asked confused.
"Give me minute to cool down - you know that one shouldn't go in the water right away" - well, I was the responsible one, remember - "you two should sit down and cool down too" I said trying to justify myself. Truth to be told, part about cooling down was something everybody advised – especially as we walked some 3,5 miles from our houses to the river and summer sun was hot ... but, I was mainly trying to wait for my cock to go limp before standing up.
George and Ben looked to each other and looked back to me … than George said with a smirk:
"Yes mom ... we'll sit for a minute or two ... but only for minute or two - and you can sit your ass on the beach all day if you want to, I'm off to swim ..." he said grinning.
"Me too ... and don't be so boring, come into water with us" said Ben.
They approached and set down beside me. Both of them sat in a same way, extending their legs slightly parted and leaning back onto their hands. Of course, all I was still seeing were their bulges making my swollen cock twitching inside my speedo. Both Ben and George looked at the other two of us, clearly checking us out and comparing our bodies ... They joked about all hot days ahead of us and how we should never leave our beach ... or that's at least how I remember that moment ... but, I clearly remember I was keeping my mouth shut and my eyes fixed on their crotches.
"Oh ... you have a boner, don't you?" Ben's question felt like slap to the back of my head.
"Ha? Who?" I stuttered "Well, maybe ... " was my reply with rush of blood to my face - as they both said later, my face at that moment was redder than home grown tomato.
"Oh come on" exclaimed Ben "it's not like you've never had one before and like we've never saw it. And look, I'm popping one too" he said lightly caressing its package through its speedo. His dick was semi-hard making its contours clearly visible underneath thin fabric. To prove his point even further, he stood up propping its crotch ... and he got some package.
"Nice one" I heard George beside me "but, it’s just half hard, isn't it? This, my friends, is what proper boner looks like" said George standing up. My jaw dropped - he was fully erect, his cock pointing to his left hip, making contours of its cock head clearly visible.
As we were pretty much alone at the beach, I just looked to them, mouth wide open. Man, they've grown down there - I've grown also, but was still noticeably smaller them either of them.
"Wow guys, you two have grown" was all I could say ...
"Come on, stand up ... we're missing you here" said Ben still fondling its package with more and more attention.
"Yeah John, don't bail on us now. All for one, you know ..." said George moving its hips from left to right and back, lightly garbing his cock from time to time.
Somehow, my shame dissolved and I stood up showing my hard dick through my speedo.
"Not so big ... well, seeing you guys like this I think I should be in charge, not John - my dick is bigger than either of yours" Ben was being Ben - always making fun and teasing rest of us.
"Not so fast, buddy - I have more meat down here than you, for sure" said George cooping its package between both of his hands.
Now, devil in me took over and, without any prior thinking words just came out of my mouth:
"OK, I'm no competition to either of you guys thus making me ideal referee to measure each of you and resolve this once and for all" - was what I said with a bit of evil grin on my face. Surprisingly, both of them just said "You're on" almost unanimously.
"But how are you going to measure us - it's not like we're having measuring tape with us" said Ben.
"And that is why I'll always be in charge, no matter how smaller my dick is compared to you guys" - I was again in control, acting on some strange impulse within me and not fighting it for the first time ...
"First of all, let me get my props and you two keep petting your snakes - we don't want them to be nothing less than full size, don't we!? Then, we'll take measures and compare them, so ... well, we'll know who has biggest dick between three of us. Agreed?" I had them where I wanted and somehow, both of them were in my power. It felt that whatever I said to them promising measuring their dicks at THE END
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