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Speedo High Part 14
I spent the rest of the afternoon in my bed reading Tom Sawyer, which I was supposed to finish by the end of the Christmas Break. I especially enjoyed the part when Tom, Joe Harper, and Huck were camping out on Jackson Island because they spent a lot of time playing without any clothes on.
"After breakfast they went whooping and prancing out on the bar, and chased each other round and round, shedding clothes as they went, until they were naked, and then continued the frolic far away up the shoal water of the bar, against the stiff current, which latter tripped their legs from under them from time to time and greatly increased the fun. And now and then they stooped in a group and splashed water in each other's faces with their palms, gradually approaching each other, with averted faces to avoid the strangling sprays, and finally gripping and struggling till the best man ducked his neighbor, and then they all went under in a tangle of white legs and arms and came up blowing, sputtering, laughing, and gasping for breath at one and the same time" (Twain).
I began to fantasize about Bob being Tom Sawyer and me being Huckleberry Finn. Bob had curly hair and still liked girls like Tom did. I was more like Huck who seemed to have no interest in girls and liked corrupting the innocent Tom by teaching him how to smoke. I had, in turn, corrupted Bob by getting him to play strip poker and talking him into jacking me off in the tent. Also, like Huck, I didn't care what others thought of me. Bob, like Tom, was a pleaser and did not want to disappoint anyone, especially Aunt Polly. I began to construct a new chapter of the novel in my gay-brain:
"Hey Tom," Huck (which was me) said, "While Joe Harper is sleeping, I thought maybe I could teach you how to smoke."
"That sounds like something pirates would do together. Then, may we could could sword fight," Tom (Bob) replied.
"You know sword fighting is kid stuff," Huck replied moving his long brown hair out of his eyes. "Tom, now that we are fourteen, we need to start doing stuff boys our age do." The naked Huck filled his pipe with tobacco and lit it. He sat with his back against a tree and began to blow some rings. Tom, who was also naked, joined him and sat alongside him so that his left leg was pressing against Huck's right leg. Huck passed the pipe to Tom who drew smoke into his mouth for the first time and choked a little. "Only suck the smoke into your mouth not into your lungs," Huck said. "That way you won't choke."
"Okay, I get it," Tom replied. He took a few puffs of the sweet-smelling tobacco before he handed the pipe back to Huck. The two boys enjoyed the feeling of sitting close to one another and sharing the pipe with the afternoon sun warming their skin. Huck put his arm around Tom's back and pulled him closer to him. Tom rested his head upon Huck's shoulder in complete contentment.
The combination of their skin to skin contact, their closeness, and their affection for one another proved to be too much for the boys to control. Before long both boys' cocks began to grow hard. Tom's cock was six inches in length while Huck's was surprisingly smaller at four inches when fully erect. The bold Huck was the first to say anything about their situation. "Hey Tom, you got a pretty nice woody going there."
"So do you Hucky," Tom replied matter-of-factly. "I always that thought yours would be bigger than mine since you're stronger than me."
"Yea, yours is bigger than I imagined," Huck said, "but, I like the size of mine. It works just fine," Huck replied. "Besides, I've got more hair than you. Huck had indeed developed in a nice thick bush of brown pubes. Tom, who was fair, had a small golden patch above his boyhood. After passing the pipe back and forth a few times, Huck looked down at his hard pecker and said, "You want to touch it Tom?"
"I don't know Hucky," Tom replied. "You know I really like Becky Thatcher, and I've never thought about doing something like that with a boy." His heart began to beat more rapidly as he considered the possibility.
The homeless boy had known so little affection in his life that he was desperate for Tom's love. His mother died when he was born, and his father, whom he called Pap, was a drunk who often hit the boy. "I think about it all the time Tom. I like you way more than just a friend," Huck replied. "Besides, Becky broke up with you." Huck set the pipe down next to the tree after blowing a glorious ring of smoke.
"That's true," Tom said as he unconsciously began to stroke his hard on. "You are my best friend, Huck, and there is no one else in the world I feel closer to than you."
Huck (me) tentatively moved his hand from his own hard boycock to Tom's larger prick. He was gentle as he wrapped his fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it.
Tom (Bob) spread his legs wider apart to give Huck full access to his cock and balls. "By jingo, that feels amazing Huck," Tom panted.
"Tom, it feels real good in my hand too. You know when you jumped on my back to dunk me in the river, when we were wrestling on the shoal, I could feel your woody on my back. It was real hard, so I figured you liked boys as much as I do," Huck said as he continued pumping on Tom's tool.
"This is bully, Hucky," Tom replied with a smile as wide as the Mississippi. "I noticed you were hard too when I retaliated and flipped you over. I just thought it was natural. I never thought it meant that one boy liked another."
"Did you notice that Joe didn't sport a woody the whole time we were messing around?" Huck asked. "He's not like us Tom." Joe was still naked and sleeping soundly just a few feet away from the horny boys.
"I guess you're right Hucky," I just never thought about it before now. "Right now, there's only one thing I can think about."
Huck moved his face closer to study Tom's six-incher up close while he kept pumping on it. "I know what you're thinking Tom," Huck said. "You can't wait to shoot." At this point, Huck began to massage Tom's smooth balls with his left hand. He liked the way they had drawn up tightly into Tom's ballsack.
"I'm really close Huck!" Tom shouted.
Huck's bicep bulged as continued to massage Tom's pecker. He knew Tom was ready. His own four-incher was still rock hard too.
"Three, two, one," Tom counted down. "Fire!" His throbbing penis began to shoot, and one, two, three volleys of white Minie balls fired from his musket landing all over his belly.
Huck continued stroking him until he knew Tom's balls were empty. He looked up at Tom smiling. "How was it Tom?"
Tom laughed out loud, "I'll say Hucky. I've never felt anything better. Honest to goodness, I saw fireworks." He began to smear his boy juice all over his belly and chest.
"Tom, I want to see fireworks too," Huck begged while stroking his little four-incher.
"I don't know Huck, I've never touched another boy down there," Tom stammered.
"Yes you have! When you flipped me over while we were wrestling, you had my nuts in your hand," Huck replied.
"I guess I did, Huck," Tom replied.
"Besides Tom, you're still hard. If you didn't want to do this, yours would be as soft as boring old Joe Harper's dick."
"Okay, I'll give it a try, but you can't tell anyone. Honest Injun?" Tom replied.
"Honest Injun!" Huck replied. He removed his hand from his pecker which continued to point straight up into the air.
Tom reached over toward Huck's dick, but withdrew his hand and rested it on Huck's thigh. With his green eyes fixed on Huck's four hard inches he said, "I'm sorry, Huck, I can't do it."
Huck knew that all of the rules of church and society were weighing down on Tom. He also knew that Tom wanted to do it. He decided not to push too hard. "It's okay Tom. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I can take care of it myself." Huck closed his eyes and slowly began to masturbate himself.
Tom watched Huck masturbate while a battle raged inside of him. The idea of touching another boy's dick was new to him, and he was afraid of what others would call him if they knew he liked boys. He also knew that Huck was right, he was still hard, and he did indeed want to do it. As he thought back to the times he and Huck had wrestled together over the past year, Tom realized that his cock always got hard when he and Huck struggled to pin one another down. The more he watched Huck, the more the idea appealed to him. Yet, part of him knew it was wrong. He had seen Huck naked hundreds of times. When Tom skipped school, he and Huck especially liked skinny dipping in the swimming hole. He had to admit to himself, that ever since Huck had grown hair down there, he had liked stealing glances at Huck's lithe, nicely toned body.
When he looked at Huck's handsome face, a new desire suddenly rose within Tom. He wanted to kiss Huck. As his resolve grew, and his feeling about the taboo nature of his desire began to subside, he found himself licking his lips. He moved his face closer and closer to Huck's checking to see if Huck's eyes were really closed. Then, he did it. He pressed his hungry wet lips against Huck's and kissed his friend. At the same time, his hand moved up Huck's leg until it was resting upon Huck's tight balls.
The unexpected kiss from his best friend and the feeling of Tom's hand resting on his balls were too much for Huck. He instantly began to shoot white juice from his hard pecker. It splattered upon his hard belly, and it felt good. Before he had recovered from the bliss of his orgasm, Huck realized that Tom was spearing the cum all over Huck's stomach.
"Tom Sawyer," Huck said, "you kissed me. What did you go and do that for?"
"I can't explain it Huck. I suddenly knew it was what I wanted to do more than anything in the world."
"You want to do it again?" Huck asked.
"Maybe so, if you can pin me," Tom responded. The naked teenagers began to wrestle. As one tried to dominate the other, their sweat and cum commingled on their strong bodies. At one point Tom had Huck's shoulders pinned to the ground while his cock, which was hard again, rubbed against Huck's.
While Tom enjoyed the sensation, he lost his focus, and Huck rolled him over and straddled Tom. His cock and balls were resting on Tom's belly, and he could feel Tom's cock in his crack. He had never felt anything so good in his fourteen years of life. He had dreamed about this many a time while sleeping in a hog's head outside of the temperance tavern. He wanted to feel Tom's hard six inches inside of him.
Since Huck had Tom's arms pinned above his head, Tom was at his mercy. Huck looked at his friend's handsome face and slowly lowered his until he pressed his lips against Tom's. Immediately he pushed his tongue inside Tom's mouth, and, surprisingly, Tom did not resist. In fact, Tom pushed his tongue into Huck's mouth and the two boys kissed one another passionately. While they kissed Huck moved his long lean body until his was prone upon Tom's, and the two boys' hard cocks were rubbing together. This was heaven.
Since all good things must come to an end, the kiss finally ended. Huck lifted his face off of Tom's and said, "Golly, that was fun. Did you like it Tom?"
"You bet I did, Huck. I never knew kissing could make a person's head swim," Tom replied.
"Yea, for a minute there I felt like you and me were one person," Huck replied.
"What do we do now, Huck?" Tom asked.
"Let's sword fight," Huck replied.
"I thought you said that was kid stuff," Tom said.
"Not if we fight with our peckers," Huck said. "I'll show you." Huck pushed his body off of Tom's like he was doing a push up. Then he moved his legs off of Tom's and lifted himself up until he was kneeling next to his handsome friend. Tom joined Huck kneeling in front of him in the grass. Huck put his hands on Tom's shoulders and inched so close to Tom that their hard cocks were touching. Then he said,"On guard," and moved his hard-on in such a way that it struck Tom's.
"I get it," Tom said, and the two boys began an honest-to-goodness sword fight with their dicks. As soon as Tom swung his six-incher against Huck's four-incher, Huck would respond by striking Tom's cock with his own. As their sword fight progressed, the boys' laughter increased. They never knew two boys could have so much fun.
"You know, Tom," Huck said. "There are other fun things that two boys, who like each other as much as we do, can do."
"Really Huck?" Tom said as he pressed his advantage with his longer sword, and stabbed Huck in the balls.
This move brought another round of laughter from the two hard boys which, in turn, awoke the sleeping Joe Harper. When he opened his eyes, he was astounded to see his two best mates kneeling in the grass with their cocks pressed together. "What's going on here?" he asked, looking from Tom to Huck.
"We're sword fighting just like Robin Hood and Guy of Guisborne," Tom said slapping his cock against Huck's. "Its really gay fun, Joe. Do you want to join in?"
"No way, I'm not like that," Joe replied, "I can't believe my two best friends are..."
"Queers," Huck said completing Joe's sentence. "Well, believe it Joe. We like one another just as much as you like Amy Lawrence."
"Is it true Tom?" Joe asked hoping Huck was pulling his leg.
"I never planned for this to happen Joe, I swear," Tom said looking down at the ground.
"Tom and me are boyfriends," Huck said smiling.
"We are?" Tom replied.
"No way!" Joe responded hiding his head in his hands.