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Day Trip
by Revelen (address withheld)

***

Zeke and Remmi, two playful, rambunctious seventeen-
year-olds head out to a deserted sand pit, some short 
trails, and a pond on a hot, dry, early summer day. As 
the day progresses, events unfold which leave both 
teens questioning the true meaning of "male bonding." 
(mm-teens, youths, 1st, reluc, mast)

***

Chapter One: The Sand Pit

Arcing upwards through the air, trailing debris and 
dust like an earthen comet, the dirt-clod whizzed 
close enough to the back of his head to rustle his 
long hair with its passing, before disintegrating in a 
dramatic burst of soil against the top of the wall of 
the sand pit. Zeke jerked back, managed to yank out 
the dead roots that were the only things holding him 
onto the loose, pebbly wall of the pit, and slid and 
tumbled fifteen feet down to the pit floor, scrabbling 
like a puppy on a slide. He managed to fling himself 
off the wall in the last second, and land with some 
parody of dignity: upright and balanced, if surprised 
and coughing.

"Jesus, dude, that would've taken my goddamn head 
off!" he yelled at his grinning, dust covered 
attacker. "If you're gonna chuck three pounds of dirt 
and rock at the back of my skull, at least--" he 
paused to hack dramatically, amid the settling cloud. 
"At least lemme know so I don't kill myself, arright?"

"Sure thing, man," was the reply, punctuated with the 
launching of another clod. "Fear not!" Zeke stepped to 
the side and let the dirt explode in a scattering of 
dust and pebbles. While the dislodged earth was still 
skittering down the wall, he spun about, swung an arm 
down to the ground, scooped up a big chunk of roots 
and dust, continued his spin, and fired it across the 
sand at his friend.

"You're a dick, Remmi, you know that?" he said as the 
missile puffed out of existence at the other youth's 
feet.

"Yup, but at least I'm a big one!"

Zeke paused, as he was about to lob a second chunk of 
earth, standing upright and staring a Remmi, eyebrows 
quirked. "I'm assuming that makes sense to you, 
right?"

"Well," Remmi answered, flinging a clod high into the 
air, and watching it smash itself on the hard earth, 
"we're both dicks, but mine is more impressive."

"What a jester you are. Very witty. Congratulations 
are in order. I stand in awe of the nimbleness of both 
your mind and tongue." Zeke flung his dirt the other 
boy, and then raced back to the wall, scrambling up 
the collapsing sand until he reached the top. "You do 
realize there is a linguistic difference between state 
of being and possession, no?"

"And you do realize you sound like a prick?"

Zeke laughed. "My, what an arsenal of dick-slang you 
have at your command, sir wordsmith."

Remmi rolled his eyes and started walking across the 
pit towards the small cliff where Zeke was standing. 
"Whatever you say, dude."

 Zeke sat on the edge, to watch his friend work his 
way up the sliding face. The sun was pulling the sweat 
from his face, where it mixed with the dust from the 
air. Both boys were covered in a film of grime. Once 
they were both seated at the top, he looked across 
seriously, searching Remmi's face. "So... Who told you 
I have a small one?"

"Ha, do you? I was just fucking around, man. But 
thanks for sharing." Remmi made a sour face, to 
illustrate just how thrilled he was with the new 
knowledge.

Zeke forced his face into an anxious, searching 
expression, and pressed on. "Seriously, though, no one 
told you, or...?"

"Relax dude, I keep my conversations about your cock 
to a minimum. Why do you care so much? If you had kept 
silent, I never would have known." Bit paused. 
"Honestly- ok, I know this sounds a bit gay, it's not 
like I've really thought about it, or anything, but, I 
dunno, I guess I just assumed you would be, 
ah...pretty hung."

"Right. Yeah. Why the hell would I be 'ah, pretty 
hung?'"

Remmi kicked sand off the edge, and picked at some 
roots clustered by his ankles. "I dunno man, I mean, 
you're the best guitar player in school, you've got a 
band, you've got a black belt and you teach at only 
seventeen, you've always got a girlfriend, and a line 
of chicks who wish they were, you're always the best 
at everything, you're fucking hot-- Well, I mean, 
like, girls say you are, so I assume they're right, 
you know? Not me, I obviously can't judge how hot you 
are, I..." He trailed off into nothing, and picked 
more intensely at the roots.

"So," Zeke could hardly keep his mouth straight any 
longer, "nobody told you about my size, though?"

"Jesus Christ dude, lay off! No one told me shit about 
your fuckin' dick, ok?" Remmi slid himself off the 
edge and rode the crumbling sand to the floor of the 
pit once more. "Why do you keep asking, anyway?" he 
asked from the bottom.

"Eh, I dunno. I mean, I guess there were just two 
people I was worried might have told you, and 
it's...well it was a dumb question." At this point 
Zeke was speaking through his hands to hide his 
uncontrollable grin.

"Yeah? Whozzat?"

"Well, one was..."

Remmi was turned around, looking up at Zeke strangely 
now. "Yeah? One was...who?"

"Well," Zeke choked, "Sam, and then-"

Bit cut him off. "Sam my sister?!?"

"Yeah, and then-"

"You fucked my sister? What the fuck, dude!"

"...and then the other was your mom!" Zeke started 
cackling from the edge of the pit, as he watched 
Remmi's face go from shocked, to horrified, to 
furious, to utterly nonplussed in the space of 
seconds.

"Lawlz." Bit started to snort. "Biggest set-up for a 
'your mother'' joke, ever. Well played, good sir, well 
played." He turned around, shaking his head, and then 
threw over his shoulder, "It's still small though, 
isn't it?"

Zeke laughed harder, and launched himself off the 
edge, landing in sand up to his shins at the bottom. 
"Wouldn't you like to know!" he yelled, and took off 
after the fleeing teen.

Laughing and shouting they raced across the floor of 
the pit, jumping rocks, sliding on patches of looser 
sand, neither so much trying to catch or escape the 
other, as enjoying the run, the sun, and the freedom 
of summer. Bit raced past the abandoned ditch-digger 
and scrambled up a pile of rocks, standing on the top, 
breathing fast and grinning. A second later he was 
airborne, as Zeke crashed into him from behind. The 
two crashed onto the sand at the bottom, grabbing and 
rolling across the ground. Bit wrapped an elbow around 
Zeke's neck. 

Zeke snaked an arm in and pulled his head free, and 
then flung himself over on top of the other boy, 
attempting to pin him, until suddenly his knees were 
swept sideways and he found himself underneath again. 
Wrapping his legs around Bit's back, he bucked 
upwards, and once again gained the top of the 
struggle, this time straddling his opponent's chest, 
and pinning both arms with his knees. He launched 
several mock strikes at the dusty, sweaty face below 
him, making crunching noises in his throat to 
emphasize their imaginary impacts.

Remmi struggled a bit, then lay still. They looked at 
one another for a moment, and Zeke was suddenly quite 
aware that he was straddling his friend. Remmi glanced 
along his nose at the crotch less than a foot away.

"My friend, your balls are pretty much on my face. A 
liiiiittle gay, not gonna lie."

"My friend, you're the one who managed to find 
something sexual about me pretending to destroy your 
face. A liiiiittle fucked up, not gonna lie!" 
Nevertheless, Zeke stood up, and started walking away. 
"At any rate," he called back "I've never said I was 
straight!"

Remmi was sitting up now. "No, maybe not, but your 
steady stream of girlfriends would seem to say so."

"Hey, didn't say I was gay, either, man!"

Remmi was looking distinctly uncomfortable with the 
direction of this conversation. "Well, I'm sure there 
are a lot of things you haven't said in your life." He 
paused. "Sometimes I think you just like watching 
people squirm, as they try to figure out all your damn 
riddles."

Zeke grinned impishly. "Some people look good 
squirming!"

"Thaaaat's what she said!"

Both kids broke into giggles. The giggles were short 
lived, however, and soon gave way to silence.

Zeke shook sand out of his hair. "God damn it's hot 
today!"

"Yeah, I know, I feel like I'm melting in this black 
shirt."

"Dude, all your shirts are black. Anyway, I was fairly 
certain that was a brown shirt, with all that filth on 
there. And if you're really that hot, you could just 
take of the stupid filth rag. You're a guy, and nobody 
else is around." To illustrate his point, Zeke whipped 
off his own shirt, once tie-dyed green, now dusty 
brown, and tucked it under his belt. 

Remmi shrugged, stood up, and pulled off his vest. 
"Well, I've had enough dirt in my mouth for one day, 
like to head back down the trails? Ehck, you got it in 
my eye, too. Fuckin' itches." Remmi snorted a brief 
laugh, "That's what she said."

"I don't think it's kosher to 'that's what she said' 
your own sentences..."

"Do I look Jewish to you?"

"You don't have to look Semitic to be Jewish, dude."

"Whatever, man. Let's head back." Remmi took off for 
the trail at the far side of the pit.

Watching him go, Zeke stood for a moment. The two boys 
had only met when Remmi's family moved into town at 
the beginning of the previous school year, but had 
taken to each other quite well. Zeke had been used to 
being one of the smaller of his friends, but always 
the fastest, most agile, most willing to run and climb 
and jump, and usually amongst the strongest in every 
group. Suddenly, there was a kid who was also little, 
and could keep pace with Zeke in anything. Friendship 
had been inevitable. He followed Remmi off towards the 
gap in the trees where the trail from the pond met the 
sand pit, jogging a bit to catch up.

Once under the glowing green canopy, the sun was a bit 
cooler, the dust was gone, and air was deliciously 
damp. The two walked along quietly, not talking, but 
just listening to the shuffling leaves, the rippling 
of the stream alongside the trail, and the sound of 
their bare feet on the earth of the trail.

"Shit," Zeke said, "we left our shoes back at the 
pit."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, I'll go get 'em, and catch you up in a bit."

Zeke turned and sprinted off back down the trail, 
enjoying the feeling of the air as his face rushed 
through it, loving the flying sensation of his long 
strides, pushing off from the ground, and barely 
striking it again with the ball of his foot before 
becoming airborne once again. There was nothing quite 
so satisfying as sprinting through the woods, and Zeke 
was good at it. He veered of the path, cutting through 
the trees, leaping over the trunk of a half fallen 
pine, and then vaulting along the ground under 
another. A moment later, he was back on the trail, 
having cut out a loop of a few hundred feet. 

The sand pit was in sight again. Zeke ran to the edge 
and sped off into the air, landing fifteen feet below 
and rolling across the sand and onto his feet, still 
running, never breaking his motion. There were the 
shoes. He ran up, dove, grabbed a pair in each hand as 
he rolled again, coming up facing back towards the 
trail, feet sliding, and then he was off, back the way 
he had come. He raced back across the sand, ran up a 
less steep section of the side of the pit, back 
through the trees, and down the path.

When he came upon Remmi , the kid was hunched over one 
of the concrete cisterns through with the underground 
springs gushed up into the open, splashing water into 
his face. He turned as Zeke came flying up the path. 
"Christ, you run the whole way?"

"Ack, gasp, wheeze, choke, cough. No, I teleported and 
then developed a sever asthmatic reaction to stupid 
questions."

"Wow, that's gotta suck. Help me get the sand outa my 
eye."

"Eh. Alright. Here are your shoes." Zeke knelt in 
front of his friend. "Which one is it?"

"And I ask dumb questions? It's the one that I can't 
open, O brilliant one."

"Ah. Right. The veiny one. Gotcha." Zeke pulled the 
eye lids apart, and cupped Remmi's face with his other 
hand, to hold his head still. It was soft, smooth. 
Strange, the kid was seventeen, almost eighteen and 
still beardless. His father didn't have much either 
though, so perhaps it wasn't that strange. He looked 
into Remmi's twitching eye. It was red and veined, but 
the iris was a dark, dark brown, effectively black, 
with a thin, jagged ring green near the pupil. 
Fascinating eyes, really. 

Zeke had never noticed them before, but now he found a 
need in him to look and look deeply, and to explore 
them, and to memorize every nuance of their color. 
They were beautifully set off by the unusually long, 
dark lashes, and the thick, black brows. Really, the 
kid was too pretty to be a guy. Way too pretty. If 
he'd been a girl, Zeke would have--

"Dude, is there anything in my eye, or not?"

"Hmmm? Oh right, yeah." Zeke cleared his throat, and 
checked the hand that had been just about to smooth a 
long, dark lock of Bit's hair back behind the teen's 
ear. "I can't quite tell. Could you roll your eye 
around a bit? Yeah, like that." Zeke stared intently, 
focusing on looking for sand. "No, I think you must 
have got it already. Probably just got scratched a 
bit, and then dried out by all the dust. You'll live."

"You shitting me? All that staring at my eyeball, and 
there's nothing even there? Dude, sometimes you're a 
bit out there, you know that?"

Zeke didn't have an answer ready, so instead he pulled 
a weird face, rolled backwards onto his feet, and 
headed off down the trail. A second later a shoe flew 
over his head, and a moment later a second hit him in 
the back. He turned, slowly. "Thanks, Remmi."

"Thought you might want 'em."

"You're a friend, Remmi. Really."

Remmi grinned and enthusiastically gave him two thumbs 
up, before grabbing his own shoes and following Zeke 
along the path. They walked wordlessly for a while 
again, thinking separate thoughts. Eventually, Remmi 
drifted on ahead a dozen yards, swing a stick idly at 
the ferns. Zeke's thoughts circled back to the kid's 
face; his hair, his narrow jaw, his dark eyes... 

Without a shirt, he could see that Remmi was in shape, 
too; not really muscled, but lithe-- strong, but not 
in an 'I hit the gym, look at my bulging biceps' kind 
of way. It was unsurprising, Zeke thought, that so 
many of the girls called him 'Pretty Face Kid.' If he 
wasn't so friggin' shy around everyone, he could 
easily have gone out with at least half of them, but 
as it stood, at least half of them didn't even know 
his real name. Whenever any girl got friendly or 
inquisitive with Remmi, he'd mumble something about 
his girlfriend who went to his old school. 

Zeke was never sure how real this mystery girl was, 
but if forced to bet, he wouldn't risk to much on her 
existence. However, he was at a loss to explain why 
Remmi would find it necessary to appear to have a 
girlfriend, especially considering the group of 
friends they shared. Brandon, the aspiring author with 
a penchant for tales of completely twisted and 
frighteningly surreal; Kris, who had invented his own 
secret god; KT, the obsessive reader with a lust for 
all things Nordic; Wren, who had tried everything, 
including casual prostitution and hard rugs.

Graham, who was most at home on an under-used hiking 
trail, weaving an improvised shelter from dead juniper 
and natural rock formations, practicing with his home-
made atl-atl; Zeke, who looked like a combination of a 
15th century sellsword, pop-philosopher, and hair 
metal front-man, and fancied himself to be just that-- 
none of them were particularly judgmental, and half of 
them were virgins themselves. Zeke couldn't see why 
Bit would find an imaginary girlfriend a necessary, or 
even helpful prop, given such company. Perhaps she was 
real; it didn't much matter, since she apparently 
lived about two hours away, and the two never visited 
each other.

They had followed the trail all the way back to the 
pond, and looking ahead, found that the small beach 
had been covered by a group of whining, screeching 
children, impatient parents, and bored-looking teens, 
apparently trying to appear as though they were not 
there with the others. The remains of a recent fast-
food meal were in evidence, strewn carelessly across 
the ground-- the public trash cans were apparently 
either too small as targets, or too inconvenient to 
use. 

The boys watched as one mother pulled a diaper off a 
squalling baby and chucked it to the edge of the 
beach, where it flopped almost, but not quite into the 
bushes. Several of the older men had obviously been 
drinking, and seemed each to be trying to talk and 
laugh louder than all the others, although they still 
couldn't compete with the top 40 bass and kick which 
was distorting somebody's over-worked car stereo 
system.

"Dude," Remmi looked back as Zeke walked up, "wanna 
loop around the pond the long way?"

Zeke viewed the specimens up ahead. "certainly. It 
would probably be safe to go this way too, though; I 
don't think it's airborne."

"Huh?"

"Stupidity. I think it's only transmissible during 
pregnancy, or through long periods of exposure."

Remmi grinned. "That's what she--"

"Don't, dude. Just don't."

"...said!"

"That doesn't even make sense. Come on, let's go 
around."

Both access points to the trail to the sand pit were 
relatively concealed. The one which emerged at the 
occupied beach didn't really begin until you had 
wandered through some bushes and balanced across the 
top of a small, forgotten dam, which was usually wet 
and a bit slimy. The other looped all the way around 
the pond and then hopped a stream to connect with one 
of the main trails through the forest. Only a few 
people knew it existed, so the whole thing tended to 
remain a bit under-used and over-grown.

The boys headed down this second arm of the trail, 
looping the pond. Every time there was a gap in the 
trees, or the path dipped close to the shore, sounds 
of kick drum and bass crawled across the cool water, 
disturbing the quiet of the otherwise untouched wood.

As they reached the far point of the shore from the 
beach, the central island came between the boys and 
the repetitive thudding of the music. Zeke looked up, 
"Aaahh, silence. Sweet, lovely silence!"

"Truth. Sometimes, in the woods, I begin to think that 
I admire humanity." Remmi bit his lip and looked at 
the sky, "Then, my friend, I come into contact with 
humanity."

Zeke laughed, and shook his head, and the two started 
walking again. A few hundred feet farther on, the 
trail dipped down to the shore, on a small, pebble-
filled bank. Remmi sat and stuck his feet in the 
shallows. He looked back at Zeke. "Care to swim out to 
the island?"

Zeke considered, "Eh, I'm a shitty swimmer, and that's 
a pretty decent swim out there."

"Yeh, but I'm worse, and we've swum it a bunch from 
the other side." Remmi looked across at the island. 
"It's only what, maybe 200 feet?"

"I'd say that's more like 500 there, dude. Anyway, I 
really don't feel like walking an hour home in soaked 
clothes."

"It's hot! It would cool you off. Also, you're 
filthy," Remmi added.

Zeke shrugged, "Hey, you're welcome to swim. I'll 
admit, it sounds good, I just don't feel like being 
damp for the next hour."

"It's no fun alone, man! Come on, swim out with me. 
Ditch the shorts if you wanna keep 'em dry."

Zeke sighed and shook his head, widening he's eyes in 
feigned frustration. "Jesus you're incessant. I don't 
feel like swimming in just my boxers either."

Remmi stretched out his legs and wiggled his toes, 
water falling from them and dimpling the surface of 
the pond. "So ditch those too. Whatever. Just quit 
being a goddamn whiner and get in the pond!"

Zeke was out of excuses. Remmi looked back at him, and 
apparently decided that silence constituted agreement. 
He stood up. "Turn around," he ordered.

Zeke raised his brows in a silent question.

Began undid his belt to emphasize his explanation. 
"Don't want you ogling my gorgeous ass. Turn around."

Zeke complied. He stared intently past a jack-in-the-
pulpit growing between two roots of a large pine on 
the bank. He kept staring, and listening for the 
sounds of his friends movements. It seemed to be 
taking an awfully long time for him to take off some 
shorts boxers. Then he heard the soft splashing, as 
Bit began to wade out into the pond. He turned around 
and started.

He had expected the other boy to be in deeper water by 
now, the other shore dropped off quite quickly. 
Instead, he got a full view of everything above the 
thighs. Bit's longish hair hung down past skinny 
shoulders onto a slender, tanned back. He had a 
complexion that looked sun-darkened even when he'd 
been hiding out in his cellar for two weeks 
continuously. Zeke's eyes dropped helplessly, to the 
slim hips, and then to the small, round butt, almost 
feminine in its shapeliness, tensing in the cool 
water. Zeke swallowed. 

Remmi breathed out through his teeth. "Christ on a 
cracker, still friggin' cold in here. Don't turn 
around yet, I'm not--" He turned, and saw Zeke staring 
at him. Their eyes met. Remmi looked startled, almost 
scared. Zeke had no idea what his own face looked 
like. Guilty, likely. Neither boy moved, and Zeke 
couldn't keep his eyes from dropping from Bit's face, 
down his slightly muscled torso, and down lower. Just 
for male comparison and curiosity, all in the spirit 
of competition he told himself. 

Remmi's pubic hair was dark, short, and surprisingly 
to Zeke, fairly straight and soft looking. The teen's 
penis was noticeably smaller than Zeke's own, at least 
soft. That could likely be an effect of the early 
Summer water though, he reminded himself. Remmi's 
balls were drawn up close, but even so, they looked 
fairly large to Zeke, although he really had only 
himself as a control. His eyes flashed back up to 
Remmi's face.

He was still frozen, staring right into Zeke's eyes. 
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, and much chestier 
than his usual nasal banter. "Are you checking me 
out?" he asked.

Zeke swallowed again, and managed a casual, relatively 
normal voice. "Seeing if you were telling the truth, 
earlier. Looks like not. I'm bigger."

Remmi's eyes dropped to his soft penis. He looked back 
up. Still in that odd chest voice, he replied, "prove 
it."

"I'm not showing you my dick, dude."

Remmi's voice had regained its usual timbre and 
cadence. "You're going swimming, you want dry clothes, 
and you're staring at my dick, my good sir." Remmi 
dropped down low in the water, so only his chest and 
head were above the surface. "Fuuuuuuck that's cold! 
Now. Strip."

Zeke shook his head in exasperation, then shrugged. 
"Fine. If you're so eager to lose." He reached for his 
belt buckle, and yanked it open, then froze. Now that 
his mind was off Remmi's body and onto his own, he was 
able to notice a large amount of pressure against the 
front of his shorts. "Shit," he thought. There was no 
way he planned on whipping out a boner to show his 
friend. He tried to distract himself. "73 times 12; 
700, 840, 876. Approximate square root of 876; just 
short of 30. Too easy, dammit, I'm still hard!!"

Remmi began floating on his back, grinning. "Wazza 
maaaatter? Shy?" 

"Dude, I thought you were kidding," Zeke covered. "You 
really wanna see me naked? Why?"

"Fair's fair, man. I wanna see the truth about our 
little conversation earlier. You small or not?"

This was not helping Zeke's situation. "Thank god for 
loose cut-offs and restricting underwear, or I'd be 
pushing the front of these straight out!" Out loud, he 
said, "Why does my cock size matter to you?"

Remmi didn't answer, he just smiled smugly and treaded 
water. Zeke snorted. "Anyway, you're naked in a pond, 
I'm dry, on land. If this is going to be a siege, I'll 
likely win through attrition."

Remmi nodded, smiled pleasantly, and then stood up 
suddenly, and sprinted towards the shore, water flying 
from his naked skin. Zeke was so surprised that it 
took him a full second or two to notice he wasn't the 
only one with an erection. With all the bouncing, it 
was difficult to tell, but Remmi's penis looked a good 
deal larger now than Zeke had expected it to be. He 
backed up the bank quickly, unsure of what was 
happening. Remmi flew to where his shorts lay on the 
ground, grabbed something from a pocket, and dashed 
back to the relative modesty of the water.

Zeke stood there, blinking. "What the fuck just 
happened?"

"Nice hard-on, Remmi," he said.

"Cold water, man. Get's me every time." Zeke wasn't 
too sure about that.

"Hey Zeke," Remmi asked, looking suddenly thoughtful, 
"got a spare set of keys?"

Zeke was even more confused. "Keys," he said.

"Yeah. They're metal. Open locks and stuff. Yours go 
to your house, your dojo, and your car."

Zeke had no idea where this was going. "Umm, My 
parents have a copy of the house key, obviously, and 
all the teachers have dojo keys, as well as some of 
the older students. I've only got the one to my car 
though. Anyway, my car's at home, why does it matter? 
Where the hell is this going anyway? I thought we were 
swimming."

"So did I. And I am swimming. You're not." Remmi began 
floating again, and kicked out farther in the pond. 
"So, I thought, maybe you needed more incentive. Like 
not having to replace the ignition in your Bug." He 
held up Zeke's keys.

"What the hell-- How did you get those out of my 
pocket?!?"

"I didn't. You put them in your shoe at the pit, and I 
took them out before I chucked 'em at ya. I was gonna 
watch your face when you couldn't find them once we 
got back to your house, and you tried to drive me 
home, but now... Bet they sink fast." Remmi looked 
down, a look of overly dramatic concern on his face. 
"My, the bottom here sure is squishy. Bet it would be 
near impossible to find something, if you lost it in 
here..."

Zeke groaned. Remmi was the kind of guy who was 
reserved and shy almost all the time, but once he had 
a game, he'd just go and go, breaking limits and 
jumping barriers, all for the sake of messing around. 
Rev wouldn't be overly surprised if he did end up 
searching the muck at the bottom of the pond for the 
next two hours. "C'mon, Remmi, give 'em back. 
Seriously, I put enough time into getting that car 
going, without you fucking up stuff that's fine."

"Sure thing!" Remmi chuckled. "But, I wouldn't want to 
risk throwing them." He kicked out farther. "So, you'd 
better come on in and I'll give 'em!"

Zeke had been sufficiently distracted at this point to 
go almost completely flaccid. "Fine," he grumbled, and 
finished taking off his shorts.

Bit coughed. "Nice tight undies, Zeke. Little weird, 
not gonna lie."

Zeke looked down. "You realize, boxer-briefs are 
pretty damn usual, right? Just because you grew up in 
rural conservative-land. Every girl I've been with 
likes these way more than those old school tents you 
wear. You sound like a Republican." That shut Bit up. 
He parted his lips as though to say something, but 
then stopped.

"Definitely never been with a girl," Zeke thought. 
Also, he remembered, Remmi's parents voted a strict 
values and wallet ballot.

Remmi seemed to have remembered his tactical 
advantage. "Whatever man. I wear what I like, not what 
chicks like. Take 'em off."

Zeke noticed he'd begun to swell a bit again, but not 
enough to be obvious. "Fine, lad." He slid them down 
his legs and off his feet, and then stood, looking at 
Remmi. "Good?" 

He noticed the other youth's face had gone all funny. 
"Jesus," Remmi said softly. "You're fucking huge. 
Shit."

Zeke's penis twitched slightly, and he felt it 
enlarging. He sprinted into the water, doing a huge 
belly flop in the shallows to hide it before it became 
too noticeable. He came up , shaking his head. "Why, 
thank you, good sir." Zeke paused, looking over at 
Remmi with a quirky smile. "You looked pretty small at 
first, but it seemed pretty damn big when you came 
charging out of the water."

Remmi looked awkward at the comment. "Eh, Maybe. But 
still, I'm only just over seven inches hard, and--"

"Wait," Zeke grinned. "You measured?"

Remmi looked uncomfortable. "Well, yeah, I guess." He 
stumbled on quickly, "But seriously Zeke, you must 
have been five inches soft. My cock like, triples when 
I get hard..." He left the obvious train of thought 
unspoken, but Zeke got the gist.

"Remmi, I am not fifteen inches hard. Like, maybe six 
and a half? I dunno." Zeke paused, and made his face 
stern. "But. Keys. Now."

The other boy looked at him placidly. "You. 
Politeness. Now," he said, with a snotty lilt to his 
voice.

"Key." Zeke sighed. "Please."

Remmi looked down. "Actually, my friend, I think I 
dropped them at the sight of your monster cock..."

Zeke started towards him, looking pissed. Remmi 
laughed, and held up the keys, "Hey, relax, relax, 
chief. All is well."

"Ok, so can I have them?"

"Dunno, can you?"

Zeke just stared at him, nonplussed. Remmi laughed 
again, and turned sideways in the water, striking a 
heroic pose, head back, right arm up, holding the keys 
high. "If you want them, come and claim them!" he 
half-shouted.

Zeke dove forward, Remmi stumbled backwards, giggling. 
Zeke tried to grab the wrist with the keys, but his 
grip slipped off the wet skin. Remmi pushed him back, 
and Zeke leapt forward through the water, now laughing 
as well. The boys collided, and went under, arms 
grasping, legs flailing, mouths gushing bubbles. When 
they resurfaced, Zeke had an arm looped under the 
other youth's armpit and then wrapped across the front 
of his throat to push up on his chin, forcing his head 
back. 

With his free hand, Zeke reached out and took hold of 
the keys, which were miraculously still in Remmi's 
fist. "Give." He said. Remmi didn't, but he did relax, 
and let out a long, strange, stuttering breath. At 
that moment, Zeke became aware that their bare chests 
were pressed tightly together, and that one of Remmi's 
legs was trapped between his naked thighs. He also 
noticed that he was again erect, almost painfully so, 
and that his friend was as well. Both boys penises 
were pressed tightly between their two stomachs.

Remmi breathed out again, that same, staggered breath, 
and Zeke relaxed his arm across the boy's throat, 
worried that he might have choked his friend too hard. 
Remmi's head remained thrown back, and he draped his 
arms where they fell around Zeke's shoulders, pulling 
the him close. Zeke heard Remmi breath out again, and 
make a small, high sound in his throat, and then felt 
his hips twitch forward slightly against Zeke's. in 
the next second, Remmi pulled their bodies tightly 
together, began to shake, and made the strange sound 
again, and pushed just a tiny bit with his hips once 
more.

Zeke started to get scared, and wonder if he had 
really hurt his friend. He was used to play fighting, 
and used to fighting experienced martial artists, but 
he usually managed to keep the two kinds completely 
separate. Perhaps he had slipped and gone too far in 
this play fight? Zeke opened his mouth, about to ask 
if Remmi was OK, when the boy shuddered again, and 
Zeke suddenly felt the water get very warm between 
their navels. 

He looked down in shock, and through the waist high 
water, saw strings and clumps of something whitish 
swirling and mixing with the pond between their 
groins, right around Remmi's penis. As he stared, he 
watched two more sizeable spurts of white coming from 
his friend's circumcised head. Instead of what he had 
intended, what came out of Zeke's head was, 
"Jeeeeesus."

He backed up and stared at Remmi, who was standing 
unsteadily in the water, head still thrown back, 
breathing hard. As the boys recovered, their eyes met, 
and a long moment passed in silence, as they stared at 
each other. Remmi swallowed, "Did you..." He looked at 
Zeke's face again. "Zeke. Zeke, dude, I'm-- I 
didn't..." He shook his head, looking down. Zeke felt 
he needed to say something, but he was still shocked 
by what had just happened, and was feeling about as 
sexually aroused as he could ever recall having felt. 
Trying not to orgasm as well from pure mental 
stimulation was taking up most of his mental ability. 
"Remmi just ground on me and came on my stomach." 

Remmi spoke, his voice tiny, suddenly sounding years 
younger, and terrified. "I'm not gay."

That at least, Zeke could latch on to. "Remmi, who 
cares if you're gay or not? It's your business." His 
brain seemed to be working again. "This only happened 
if you want it to have happened. I swear I won't 
tell." Remmi looked at him, looked down again, and 
looked back up, his face twisted.

"Do you hate me now?" he choked out.

Zeke didn't have to pretend to look surprised. "What 
the fuck, no! Why...?"

"'Cause I, I mean, I just..." Tears started from 
Remmi's eyes, dripping into the pond. Zeke looked down 
at the water. "Joy and sorrow, mixing in nature," from 
some recess of his brain, the words formed in his 
thoughts, and then for some reason, slipped out his 
lips. "Joy and sorrow, mixing in nature."

Remmi blinked, and the tears stopped. They stared at 
each other some more, then, together burst into wild 
shouts of laughter. They laughed for a good minute 
straight, then Remmi sputtered, "What the fuck, 
friend! I fucking surprise cum on you, and you spout 
some fucked-up, absolutely terrible pseudo-poetry 
about emotions and nature!" He shook his head, 
disbelievingly. "You are definitely the weirdest 
person I know."

"Well, it's a good thing you jizzed on me and not 
someone normal then, isn't?" Zeke managed to gasp. 
They both laughed some more, but then Bit suddenly got 
serious. "Oh Fuck." Zeke kept giggling a bit.

"What, didn't cum again, did you?" he snickered.

Bit didn't smile. "No dude, the keys to your car..." 
They looked at each other yet again. Then Zeke lips 
squeezed into a devilish grin.

"If I put my face under to look for them, you promise 
not to splooge on it?"

"Fuck you, dude."

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Zeke didn't get home until after dark. It was a long 
walk back from the pond to his house, and it had taken 
nearly three hours for the boys to find the keys in 
the sludge on the bottom. By the time the left, they 
were both freezing, miserable, and interested in 
nothing other than going to their respective houses, 
showering, and going to bed. They hadn't spoken at all 
about Remmi's orgasm the entire time they were diving 
for the keys, although both boys seemed to 
independently decide they could live with wet 
underwear on the walk home, and had swiftly put the 
garments back on.

After explaining the lost and found keys to his 
parents in a largely expurgated version of the day's 
events, Zeke stood numbly in a blistering shower, and 
then collapsed on to his bed, fully expecting to be 
unconscious before impact. He found, however, that 
every time his eyes closed, his mind spun wildly with 
images of Remmi's body, of the white semen floating in 
the water and gushing from his friend's penis, and 
with the memory of the sudden swell of heat as his 
friend had pressed his erection up between their 
stomachs and orgasmed against Zeke's skin.

Zeke's penis was hard again, throbbing, feeling almost 
bruised with the pressure. He tried to ignore it and 
sleep, but the day's events kept flooding his mind. 
Trembling, his stomach churning with suppressed 
pleasure, he reached under the thin sheet pushed down 
the front of the small running shorts which he 
routinely slept in, pulling out his pulsing erection 
and grasping it gently with both hands. As his fingers 
wrapped around the head he gasped involuntarily. At 
even that slight contact, he had felt a pre-orgasmic 
wave shoot from his jaw down through his balls, to his 
toes and back up to the base of his shaft.

His left hand slid down and cupped his balls to his 
body. As he did, he remembered how large Bit's balls 
had looked as he stood there in the pond. Another wave 
passed through his body. His right hand began to 
slowly slide up and down the penis. Zeke could not 
remember ever being this turned on when he jerked-off. 

He kicked the sheet off, and looked down at his hands, 
slowly massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. 
Every motion sent a spasm of quivering pleasure 
through his body. The head of his penis began dripping 
pre-cum, surprising him. He rarely produced any, and 
then it was always when he was with a girl. Now, 
nearly his entire penis was covered in the thick, 
lubricating liquid. 

Zeke moved his left hand to join his right, sliding 
along the semen covered penis, twisting, squeezing-- 
He began thrusting his hips up into his hands, and 
suddenly he was cumming. Zeke let out a choked sound 
that was half moan, half whimper as the spasms shook 
his whole body. Then he was spurting high into the 
air, lost completely in sensation. The pulses were 
thick, not his usual few healthy bursts, but long 
streams of hot, white liquid, shooting out of him and 
splattering across his chest, one after another, after 
another, until his whole torso was spattered. Even his 
throat and parts of his face were dripping down onto 
his pillow.

He shuddered a few more times, and then relaxed 
entirely, feeling as though the bed was pulling him 
down endlessly through space, spinning, falling...

Zeke shook his head enough to clear the sleep from it 
momentarily. He slid his shorts off his legs, and 
began mopping at the mess across his body. "Jeeeesus," 
he breathed to himself, as the shorts became 
completely soaked, and he tossed them aside. He pulled 
the under-sheet off the bed, and finished wiping down, 
using up an entire corner of it before he was dry. 
Tossing this aside as well, he flopped his young, 
exhausted body back onto the bare mattress, and 
collapsed instantly onto his mattress.

To be continued? 

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address so it will do the reader no good contacting 
the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a 
later time to see if there have been any updates to 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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