SUMMER I TURNED 13: Late Summer

This is a sequel to SUMMER I TURNED 13.
Matt finnishes off the summer right.


SUMMER I TURNED 13: Late Summer

The last part of the summer had been pretty uneventful. Jeff and I still hung out, and we were more open with each other. But we never did anything like we did that one day down by the creek, with Bob. There were times when it seemed like we might try something, but neither of us would make the first move.

I thought about that day down by the creek a lot when I jerked off. But I was also thinking about girls a lot more lately, too. I made out with Misty Shelton a few times at the end of the summer, and tried to get her to put her hand down my pants. That didn’t work out too well.

But then in mid-august a few days before school started, I got pissed off at my family. I took off on my bike and rode the five miles into town. I wanted to get out of the country and check out the City pool and maybe see some friends if they were swimming.

I went in to the pool locker room and it looked like I had caught a swimming class of 12 to 14 year old boys showering after their lesson. I got naked in front of them and it all kinda came back. I watched them as I undressed, about 13 naked boys around my age. It was just one big communal shower room, just like it was at school.

As I undressed I felt a little more confident with some sexual experience under my belt. I’m not sure why, and I guess at the time it didn’t dawn on me that it was all with other boys, funny stuff.

But watching all these naked boys showering and horsing around in the big shower, carefree with their cocks flopping about, got me thinking about the first part of the summer. It made me think that perhaps some of these boys had jerked each other off and gave each other blow jobs.

I could see them all sucking on each other’s cocks out of desperation for some kind of release.

By the time I was naked my dick was feeling a little too much blood flow. Just thinking about all the blow jobs they’ve probley shared. I quickly put my swim suit on and got out of the locker room.

I walked out of the changing room, and into the hot sun. It helped a bit to bring me back to reality. But I couldn’t shake the thought of all those naked cocks.

It wasn’t too long ago I was called a natural cock sucker. But also it wasn’t that long ago I had my hand up Misty Shelton’s skirt almost on her pussy, she pushed my hand away, but I was close.
Was it as simple that? Would I just take what I could get at any moment?

Too much to think about, I jumped in the cold water.

The city pool was pretty big, but there were a lot of kids there today. It was Hot, as I had learned from my trek into town on my bike. It was worth it though, I can get back by dinner and nobody will know I came into town.
I swam around for a bit trying to find any friends but it was pretty crowded. I recognized a few faces but didn’t see one person I knew. After a bit I decided to just take a shower and bike back home.

I walked into an empty locker room and felt relieved that I was alone. I took my wet swim suit off, and strutted around naked. I checked out my flaccid cock in the floor to ceiling mirror as I walked by it. My dick seems to have grown a bit since the beginning of summer. And the hair was coming in quite nicely, I thought, anyway.

I walked into the big communal shower block and turned the nob on one of the shower heads. I started getting hard thinking about all the naked boys that where in here a while ago. After what happened with Jeff and Bob down by the creek, I couldn’t help but think about those boys doing the same thing. And it was becoming clearer and clearer that it might not be a gay thing. It might just be about the release. After my experience with Misty it seemed it might be easier to get a teenage boy to suck your dick, then a teenage girl. Or maybe us guys are just in the same desperate boat together.

So I knew at least a few of those guys had traded blow jobs, and jerked each other off.

I soaped up my body as I thought about these things. But it was apparent my cock was in need of some attention. I soaped it up and started stroking it.
I knew it wouldn’t take long, because for some reason I could jerk off in half the time in public places, it was kinda neat.
But just when I really got going and closed my eyes, I heard the Locker room door open. I opened my eyes and thought for a second that I could finish before they came into the shower. But, almost immediately in my peripheral vision I could see somebody come into the shower block. I turned my body so my hard on pointed towards the corner of the shower. I tried to act like everything was normal.

“You’re done with the pool too.” The voice came from behind me. I knew it was Mike Bird before I even turned my head around.

“Oh, hey Mike.” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside I was screaming. Pointing my hard cock towards to corner of the shower block, all I could think was, ‘fucking, Mike, fucking, Bird, I didn’t even see him swimming’ I thought this was cruel and unusual punishment.

Mike took the shower next to mine.