**Not much smut here, just building tension for the next chapter. I know everyone wants to read the smut(including myself), but this is only the second day that Brady and Tanner know each other. However open Brady might be, he's transported into the early 60's, when conventional thinking was that homosexuality was a disease, so Tanner doubts himself. I promise, major smut next chapter. Keep reading!**
He had never touched another guy's penis before. When Brady said he slept like a rock, he had decided to take a chance. His hands shook as he had reached over and touched his new friend's flesh. As his hand made its way downward, he couldn't help but notice how soft his skin was. Once above his crotch, he let his fingertips graze over the fairly large lump in the center. Just to make sure he was asleep, he had called out his name. When no response was given, he dropped his full weight down, grabbing onto the already hard length under the shorts.
If Brady had woken up, he was sure it would all be over. Everything from taking a beating, to his behavior being made public could have happened. Still, he had a feeling that Brady wouldn't tell anyone. However, he didn't know him well enough to guess if he could be violent. The risk had been worth it though. He was surprised with how hard another person's penis was. Though when he was hard himself, his length was still rather flexible. Brady's was so hard it took an effort even to push it down enough so it would stand up vertically from his body. His breathing became labored, signally what was going to happen soon.
There was no way he couldn't go further with his experimenting, especially since it was clear he would not wake up. Loving the taste of his own semen, he longed to taste Brady's. Diving down, he had wrapped his lips around his member and before he knew it, it happened. A thick salty fluid had erupted into his mouth and down his throat. The shaft had twitched and contracted as more and more came out. As Brady calmed, he felt incredibly hard himself. No longer caring, he had actually forced the boy's hand around him and maneuvered his hand up and down until he came himself. At the end, it almost felt like Brady was holding on without his guidance. Slurping all his stuff off Brady's hand, he had finally felt drained, both emotionally and physically.
Glancing over, he peered at the boy on his side. Staring at the wall, Brady's body slowly rose and fell with his deep breathing. Occasionally there would be a snore and him mumbling something. He didn't know what it was about him, but he liked him. Not just liked, like, but something more than just a simple crush. A bitter taste filled his mouth when he realized this. Boys weren't supposed to like other boys, it was sick and wrong. Biting his lip, he remembered seeing Brady and Mac holding hands and dancing earlier today. Clearly a couple, and supposedly leaving as soon as possible. Sighing, he scooted over until he was sleeping against Brady. Knowing this was his only chance to probably sleep with a guy he made a move.
Shakily, he lifted his arm and reached over and pulled him in close. Wrapping his arm around his body, he hugged him. Gently leaning in, he kissed his neck a couple of times and finally snuggle as close as possible. As he was about to nod off, he felt Brady scoot his butt closer and pulled his hand further around until it rest against his breast. There was a contented sigh and the return of Brady's heavy breathing. Again, he kissed the back of his neck and surrendered to sleep.
Sometime later, he awoke facing the other way. This time, an arm was wrapped around him just as he had done earlier. There was a large lump pressed against his backside, and he rather liked it. Not totally awake, he glanced at the clock. Still too sleepy, he couldn't tell the exact time, just that it was still dark. Once more, he fell back to sleep. The sound of the surf crashing against the beach woke him. Opening his eyes, he stretched and leaned back into the person holding onto him. Letting his head fall back, he heard a chuckle. Startled, he panicked and moved forward, and rolled off the bed. Hitting the floor, he groaned as he sat up, rubbing his hand he landed on.
"Sorry!" said a voice, trying not to sound amused.
Sitting up, he looked over his shoulder. Turning his head around, the sun shone through the window. Brady's face appeared hazy and his blond hair almost transparent from the sun. Leaning on his elbow, Brady chuckled as he scratched his crotch. Looking away, he glanced down at his own. The outline of his boner was obvious, and he needed to get rid of it. Tilting his head, he lightly and silently sniffed himself. A slightly dirty smell lingered. Releasing a breath of air, he sighed in relief. Quite forgetting his dick was hard, he stood quickly. Walking over to his dresser he pulled out shorts and a shift.
"I'm going to take a quick shower. There's some cereal in the kitchen if you want." He said, looking up at Brady.
Staring at his crotch, Brady looked up and smirked. Glancing down, he noted the large tent his was pitching. Ears on fire, he exited the room. Brady said something, but he wasn't able to make it out. Halting, he turned and peered back into the room.
"What?" he asked timidly.
"Don't worry about it." He chuckled, "We all get morning wood dude." He finished, pointing at his own shorts. There was a large bulge visible.
"Well, I guess, but it's not polite, something you're not supposed to discuss with anyone. It's a private matter." He said, feeling uneasy.
"Oh, who cares? Me and my buds at home talk about everything without feeling embarrassed." he said with some humor.
Shaking his own head, he retreated and made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the cold water, he jumped in and gave a small cry as the water assaulted his skin. Immediately, his erection began to recede. Scrubbing his skin, he hurried and was out of the shower in three or four minutes. Dressing, he looked at himself in the mirror. Hair perfect and dry, white sparkling teeth, and a killer grin. Feeling much better, he left the bathroom and turned to enter the living room. There was a shuffling noise coming from his room. Approaching the half opened door, he watched Brady standing up and stretching his long arms. His knuckles cracked and he scratched the crease of his butt and finally pushed the shorts down.
The morning sunlight seemed to improve Brady's already perfect butt. Barely a hair and the smooth white skin. A visible tan line began at his thighs and another at the small dimple right above his cheeks. He turned sideways, letting the light shine on his hard penis. The foreskin covered about half of the head, only allowing the very tip to be visible. Dark blond pubes seemed to be curly, not straight and poking in every direction like his own. Glancing down, he gave it a couple of tugs and sighed audibly.
Tanner backed away and headed to the kitchen, not wanting to spy on him anymore. Not being extremely hungry, he made his way through the living room and walked out and sat on his front porch. Seagulls were cawing, and there was a light breeze coming off the distant shore. Sitting down on the porch swing, he gazed into the distance, wondering what to do today. Hearing footsteps, he watched Brady step out of the house and close the door. Grinning broadly at him, he walked over and sat down next to him. Raising an arm, he placed it on his shoulder as if they were best friends forever.
"Sleep well?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yea, you're bed's kind of small but comfortable. Sorry I had my arms wrapped around you when you woke up. I like to snuggle with almost everyone." He said softly, almost worried.
"No, I liked it, I mean…it didn't bother me pal." He said quickly.
"Cool. Didn't want to freak you out." Re replied.
"Nah."
"So, what are we doing today?"
"Well, usually I just surf and hangout at the beach or Big Mamma's" he said.
"That's it?"
"Um…yea, pretty much." He said slowly, then" what do you do?"
"All sorts of stuff. Go to the movies, or the mall. Sometimes I'll hit chat rooms online." He said.
"Chat rooms online?" he pondered aloud.
"Uh, don't worry about it."
"OK pal." He said brightly.
"Pal." He chuckled.
"What?" he grinned, jabbing at his ribs.
"Nothing, let's…"he began.
"Don't you need to get a hold of Mac?" he asked.
Brady's smile disappeared and he looked away. Tanner didn't quite know what to do. He thought it would make him happy to hear her name. Meeting yesterday, he thought they were together.
"You don't have to, I was just asking, aren't you two a couple?" he asked.
"Technically, but she's leaving tomorrow and it's pretty much going to be over. Are there any private beaches around?" he asked with a smirk.
"Not really, but there's a small creek near a hiking trail further inland." he said.
"Let's go!" he stood up with a broad smile.
He didn't really want to go, but he didn't have the heart to deny Brady's request. Nodding, he stood and started to walk down the road. Luckily, the trail was only a hundred yards down the street. There was a small ice cream shop next to the trail entrance. Brady chuckled and started to jog forward. Turning around Brady walked backward and stuck his tongue out. Smirking he shook his head and ran forward. Not extremely familiar with the trail he tripped and was about to fall into a small rock pile. At that moment, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him to the side. Startled, he looked back at the hazard and imagined his nice body being mangled.
"Thanks." He said with sincerity.
"Anytime bud." He smiled and patted his belly affectionately.
Continuing onward, they soon came to a side path that didn't look used. Taking the turn, they maneuvered through the thickening vegetation until they finally pushed and came out onto a small creek bank. About two or three yards wide, and at some points ten or twelve feet deep, it meandered through a small wooded area. Off to the left, there was a large tree with a rope hanging off one of its tallest branches. Gravel lined the shoreline where the depth was shallow. The fresh water was cool and clear, whereas the ocean was salty and warm. Here, there was no danger of sharks, or drowning, or even getting stung by jelly fish. Though, he had to admit no one had ever been hurt by any of those things at his beach. Come to think of it, no one he knew had ever been injured anywhere.
Movement on his right made him turn his head. Brady was stripping, and before he knew it he was bare to the bone. Feeling his mouth drop, he looked at him in wonder. Winking, Brady climbed the tree. As each leg moved upward, Tanner could make out his nuts swinging from one side to the next. Reaching the rope, he turned and looked with a smirk. Their eyes met and Brady raised an eyebrow before looking at his clothes. Nervous, Tanner glanced around in shock. Standing still, he tilted his ears, trying to hear if there was anyone else around.
The silence was shattered as Brady swung on the rope and plunged into the clear water. Breaking the surface, he smiled and waved his hand. Biting his lip, he shrugged and finally submitted into removing his clothing. Dropping his shorts, he looked around again, making sure the coast was clear. Satisfied, he relented and gave Brady a smile. Walking across the gravel, his feet hurt from the unfamiliar terrain. Reaching the tree, he clambered up until he reached the rope. Taking a leap he swung out and released his hold. Cold water surrounded him as he broke through the surface.
Immediately he felt Brady rush at him. Pushing himself up, he erupted out of the water and took a deep breath. Next to him, Brady tried to dunk him and he pushed back laughing. Feeling a pinch on his butt, he yelped and pushed away. As he retreated, he studied the other boy's face and found nothing that caused him alarm. It seemed he was being playful just for the fun of it. Smirking, he charged forward and pinched Brady's butt. He was satisfied with a yelp from Brady. On the offensive, he chased him around.
"How are so you fast?" Brady laughed, trying to fend him off.
"Well, my legs are stronger." He grinned.
"Yea, it could also be because of your third leg you use to propel you forward." He laughed, trying to dive past him.
"What third leg?" he said, turning and meeting him head on.
"The one between the other two." He laughed.
After a moment, he looked down and noticed his penis flopping around. The size had diminished from the cold water, but was still quite a nice size. Immediately feeling uncomfortable, he halted and retreated a ways. Feeling ashamed, he turned and began to swim away towards the shore.
"Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." Brady said quickly.
"Why did you say it then?"
"I was just playing around bud." He explained hurriedly.
After a few moments, Tanner relaxed and nodded. Brady's face looked relieved beyond measure. Wanting to get back into a more enjoyable mood, he dived forward again and actually caught him. Circling around him, he wrapped his arms around his neck. Laughing, Brady tried to push him off with his long legs. Using his own legs, he tried to hold them back. Struggling, he finally was able to wrap his legs around Brady's waist. Reaching down, he jabbed at his armpits and Brady almost squealed with laughter. Rotating so quickly, Tanner found his body held on to Brady's side, his mouth against his right ear. With another quick twist, he was now looking straight into Brady's blue eyes.
It was at this point he noticed his crotch directly pressing against Brady's stomach. Suddenly his mouth felt dry. He tried to look away but Brady just smiled at so warmly the thought left his head almost immediately. Brady leaned in and he automatically closed his eyes and pushed his lips out. Instead, he felt a kiss on his cheek and his body went under water once more. Though somewhat hurt at first, he recognized the the action wasn't in malice, but in playfulness. Fingers dug into his arm pits and he opened his mouth in shock. Water rushed in as he let out a gurgled laugh. Kicking away he broke the surface and made his way to the shore.
Their eyes met again, and he felt safe with Brady's expression. Somewhere in the distance, he heard voices. Looking at Brady, he dashed out of the water and toward his clothes. Splashing loudly, Brady joined him. Giggling, he tried to put his shorts on but was pushed off balance as Brady pushed him to the side. Punching his arm, he slid his shorts up and watched as the boy mirrored his movements. No longer worried about be caught, he stared openly at the uncut meat Brady was stuffing into his own shorts. Again, Brady stared at his, and this time he didn't mind. He had just pulled on his shirt when two or three other people came through the thick foliage onto the creek bank. They smiled and he pushed pass them as Brady followed.
Back on the trail, the laughed and headed back to the road. A lady was standing next to the ice cream shop handing out free cones to whoever passed by. Grinning, he rushed forward and took one. Behind him, Brady reached out and took one. The lady smiled and waved as they licked the ice cream and headed down the street. About halfway home, he heard a girl's voice and looked off to the right. Mac was walking with Lela towards them. He smiled broadly and waved. Glancing to his side, he noticed Brady's smile faltering a moment before it became fixed across his face.
"Where you two been?" Lela asked.
"Swimming in the creek." He answered, glancing at Brady with a smirk.
"How long ago?" Mac asked, sounding strange.
"Less than a minute ago." Brady said.
"Come with me a moment Brady." She said, pulling at him.
Frowning, Tanner watched as they walked away speaking in urgent voices. Brady glanced back once and gave him an apologetic smile. Turning his attention to Lela, they walked down the road to the beach. They made small talk while Tanner looked around from time to time looking for the blond headed boy. Luckily his actions weren't noticed and they sat in silence for a bit. From somewhere off to his right, he heard music and singing. Standing up, he smiled down at Lela, who was already standing. Without a word, they rushed off towards the sounds of two people. After a few feet, he slowed as the sound of song changed into arguing.
"This place is awesome! Why do you want to leave so much" came Brady's raised voice.
"We've been over this." Said Mac, sounding tired. "I've got my whole future planed and it involves going to prep school in the east. Besides, it's clear I'm not the only person you have eyes for and you know it! "she said coldly.
"You mean Lela? You know I do—"he began.
"I'm not talking about her.' She cut him off.
There was silence for what felt like a long time. Glancing over, he noticed Lela frowning and looking hurt. Reaching out, he tried to pat her arm but she stepped away. Giving him a heated glance she turned and walked away toward Big Mamma's. Tanner supposed he should go after her, but he felt compelled stay and listen in on his two new friend's conversation. Shaking his head, he walked a bit closer and ducked into the trees. Moving off to the right he finally spotted Brady and Mac. Watching his step, he headed toward them, sure to stay in the shadows. Brady's face was scarlet and looked even more hurt than Lela had just seemed. He wanted nothing more but to comfort him, but he didn't want be seen eavesdropping.
"I've got to get home Brady, and it doesn't look like I'll ever get home. As soon as a storm comes in, I'm out of here. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to talk to Lela…see if I can't stay with her again tonight. It should be easy to find me, as you know everything about the movie we're in right now." She said, then turned and walked off.
Brady stood in silence watching after her and looking so sad it almost hurt him to watch. He had never seen anyone looking that sad ever. The boy shook and turned and walked away down the beach toward where he had left him and Lela earlier. Confused, he tried to catch up to Brady. When they were only a few yards away Brady turned. The hurt and anger seemed to drain away as he looked at him with relief. Smiling himself, he slowed and walked beside him. Not saying a word, they walked down the shoreline.
"You OK pal?" he asked, concerned.
"Pal.." he snorted.
"Yep." He patted his back as they continued.
"Not really Tanner." He said finally.
"Anything I can do?" he asked, stopping.
"Not really…I hate to impose, but can I stay another night with you. You don't have to say yes, I'll ask som-" he started.
"Sure you can stay another night." He said happily, flinging an arm around his shoulder.
Brady chuckled and returned the gesture. They broke apart, somewhat reluctantly and made toward his house.
"I never did get to go surfing." Brady said to him, almost in shock.
"Well come on then." He replied, jogging over to his favorite stretch of beach.
Pulling off their shirts, they made for the water and splashed around a bit. Dunking each other and splashing until Tanner noticed a pair of surf boards sticking out of the sand. One of them was a bright pink and the other a dark blue. Catching a glint in his eye, he surged forward. Brady chased him, not wanting the pink board. Though a faster swimmer, Brady out matched him on land. His long legs gave his stride the advantage and he reached the blue board. Poking his tongue out, Tanner grabbed the pink one and followed him back in the water. The longer Brady stayed in the water, the happier he seemed to be. After a while, Tanner felt his friendly affection for Brady growing stronger, and almost certain Brady was feeling the same for him.
As the sun kissed the surface of the water, Tanner was finally spent. Tired and hungry, he slogged out of the water and stood staring at the horizon. Joining him, Brady leaned against him and they stood there, perfectly happy. The calm was shattered when a large rumble erupted from Brady's stomach. Glancing down, he smirked and patted his belly. Nudging his head to the side, they headed back toward his house. Hesitating, Tanner didn't really know what to fix him. He had never really cooked anything. His mother usually made it, and when she wasn't home he would go eat at Big Mamma's with his friends. It was a good place to eat, but he felt somewhat jealous and didn't want to share his new friend with anyone. What really made him pause was that maybe Brady and Mac would patch things up and he'd be left out.
Instead, they headed to a small road side stand and ordered a couple of sandwiches. They sat at a table situated in the sand and ate slowly. Making small talk, they waved at various people as they walked by and Sea Cat had even joined them for a while. Though he still didn't want to share Brady, Sea Cat didn't really threaten to do that. So when he asked them to play pool he glanced over to see Brady's reaction. He nodded and Tanner grinned. For a couple of hours, they were fine but before he knew it, the hour had grown past 10. Tired, he asked if he was ready to head back. Thankfully he seemed just as tired and they exited.
Back at his house, they sat and played a couple of card games, but finally weariness overcame them. Once in his room, Brady stripped down like last night, getting naked and finally raising his shorts and climbed on the bed without a second glance. Smiling, Tanner removed his own clothing and started to pull on his pj's. Halfway through, he hesitated and shrugged and left his shirt off. Feeling a bit exposed, he shuffled over to the bed and laid down. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept bare skinned. Shivering a bit, he pulled the blanket up to his chin. Looking over, he gave Brady a sheepish grin. Still shivering a bit, he realized that once Brady was gone he'd get back into his pj's, the room was just a bit to nippy. Turning, he clicked off the lamp and laid back down.
He didn't know if it was because he was focusing on the cold too much, but he couldn't stop shivering. An arm wrapped around him and felt and heard a chuckle. Not pushing him away, he actually scooted closer to the blond. Tentatively, he rested his head on Brady's warm chest. Yawning, he snuggled tighter against him. A warm breeze brushed against his face and he opened his eyes. He wished he could see Brady's face, but the room was just too dark. Feel hot breath on his cheek, he turned. There was a pause, then Tanner received his first kiss.
