The blond-haired boy emerged from the cornfield jungle, dragging the heavy, burlap bag behind him, heaving and pulling it over the large, dry clods of dirt…
        The last, dark green corn fronds cut at his sweaty face with their sharp edges, and he brushed them impatiently away… ‘God, it must be 90 degrees by now!’ the boy thought. ‘And, it’s not even noon yet!’ He reached down and pulled his t – shirt bottom up , exposing his skinny, tanned belly, and wiped his face with the sweaty cotton… The pollen and dirt smeared across his cheeks and gave him the appearance of a child soldier, camouflaged for battle. He dropped the shirttail and hoisted the corn filled bag across the dirt path and leaned it against the growing pile of similar bulging burlap bags… He counted the musty, dirty bags, and breathed a sigh of relief… 26… ‘Well, with the other boys’ pickings, that should give them the 30 bags that they came for’, he thought…
        He looked back, down the row of corn plants, towards the snapping sounds that wafted over the large field,  put his hands up to his mouth, and formed a megaphone- like funnel. ‘ Hey, guys!!’ he yelled. ‘Tyler, Eric, Petey, Bobby!!’

       Distant, scattered voices returned his greeting… ‘Yeahh!!!’ ‘What’s up, Matty??’
       Matty yelled back towards the rustling stalks- ‘We’re done!! Bring what you have, and we’ll load the tractor !’ With that, he turned, and walked towards the edge of the nearby woods, and the shade of a towering elm… The cool shadows felt good on his steamy back…. The boy looked up at the overhanging branches, and smiled as a gentle breeze sent shivers of delightful coolness over his tired body… He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, and over his head, peeling the wet cotton away from his skin and revealing his smooth, skinny torso… At 12 years of age, he was growing like a weed, stretching taller at an amazing rate… He often awoke in the middle of the night, with aching pains in his legs and back… He had also started noticing something that disturbed him a bit… His once tiny ‘winkie’ had grown to a thick and large member, that seemed to be constantly pushing against the elastic waist band of his white BVD’s… Matty blushed, thinking about it… Only, 3 months back had he noticed the first fine hairs appear around his growing member… He found this rather confusing and frightening at the same time… His best friend Bobby, had told him that he would get hair ‘down there’ when they were walking home from school one day… They agreed that this meant that they were becoming men, but, Matty shivered at the prospect, and told Bobby that it seemed too soon for these things to happen… Bobby had laughed, and said that his older brother had told him that he was going to be having lots of fun soon, yanking his ‘pud’ as he called it, and ‘creaming his shorts’ every time he saw a pretty girl…
        Now, the boy stood in the shade of the overhanging branch and felt his face flush, thinking about that day with Bobby… The 2 boys had become close friends over the course of the last few years, and every time they were together, they talked about the things that only they would share… All the secret plans in a young boys life; the ways that they would avenge each other’s honor, if called for… the undying loyalty that they had for each other… And, more recently, the changes that they were undergoing with their own bodies… Once Bobby had told him what he knew, Matty had become sullen and a little sad…. The two boys were sitting on the floor of their treehouse, at the time, leaning against the rickety walls, with their legs out straight in front, and the toes of their Converse sneakers, touching and  tapping against each other, as they talked …. Matty was staring at the top of Bobby’s dirty white sneakers, absent-mindedly remembering the origins of the green grass stains that streaked the rubber tip of his friend’s right shoe… He half listened as Bobby tried to comfort him with his young take on things, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the rough wood wall behind him, and Bobby’s voice droned on, soothing him with his comforting words… Matty was startled out of his daze suddenly, as he felt the soft caress of his best friend’s hand on his denim-covered thigh. Glancing down, he saw the small tanned hand, slowly, gently, tracing the outline of his thigh, trembling, and sending shivers up his leg and spine, till his neck tingled and his face felt flushed and reddened.
         Glancing to his left, Matty noticed that Bobby now had his eyes clenched shut, and he saw the boy’s lips tremble as he continued to rub his buddy’s leg, moving higher and higher, and then his fingertips reached the ‘v’ of Matty’s pants, and softly rested against the most private place on his friend’s body…. Matty was stunned, and caught his breath and held it; the new sensations washing over him, and then, to his horror, he felt his underwear straining to contain his now growing penis… He dared not move!! He shut his eyes again, and tried to will the now rigid member back to a softened state, but, it was useless, and it now bulged through his pants at an obscene angle, unstoppable and taking control of his breathing that now had become rapid and raspy…. He opened his eyes again, and saw that Bobby was now kneading the outlined bulge and reaching with his other hand, across his body, he unzipped the fly of Matty’s pants, and slid his shaking hand into  the soft, white cotton, and now held the bone-hard dick firmly in hand….
         Matty’s heart raced, as he arched his back, into the warm, tight caresses, pumping and stopping, and rubbing, now over the glistening head, smearing the wet goo around and around and then a panicked rush, as a wave of intense confusion and desire filled the blond boy’s loins and he felt the sudden release, again and again, and looking down, realized that he had covered his friend’s still pumping hand and the top of his pulled down briefs with white puddles of creamy fluid… He gasped for breath as Bobby squeezed the last white drops out of the large, reddened head of his penis, and then released him, and reaching up, kissed him softly on the cheek…
      Matty looked at his friend, and was silent…. He reached down, and fumbled, red-faced, to rearrange his underwear and zip his pants, and noticed that Bobby’s hand was still covered with his boy fluids… Reaching over, he took his friend’s hand and using the bottom of his shirt, he wiped away the sticky mess… Neither boy spoke, as they left the treehouse fort and it’s secrets behind them that day….

      Matty shook himself back to reality, as he felt another breeze wash over his naked chest…. The rustling noise of the approaching crew of boys grew louder, and then, all four boys emerged from the tall cornfield, dragging the heavy, corn-filled bags behind them…. Matt’s friend, Bobby, was in the lead, grinning and bristling with that boyish charm that he was famous for… The boys dragged the burlap bags to the pile and heaving great sighs of relief, gathered around Matty, laughing and joking, in anticipation of the cold iced tea that they would soon enjoy at their lunchtime gathering… Bobby stood close to Matty, and the two friends shared in the light banter and basked in the warmth of their friendship. Bobby glanced devilishly at Matty and reached over, out of sight of the others, and  traced his fingers down the soft, golden skinned back of his best friend….

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