Summer with Eric

Chapter One: Hot Summer Days

It was a sunny summer day in 1974 and I was spending it as I did most of my summer days in my teens, with my best bud, Eric. At school Eric was popular, not like I wasn't, but he was widely known by the whole school. He was a football star and quite the looker. He was about 6'2 and I'd say 190lbs of pure cut muscle. Not like those super lean guys, but the muscle was nice and formed giving him incredible arms and legs. He had dark black hair and could grow a great beard if he wanted but right now it was rocking a a thick mustache.

As for me, I stood about 5'11 and 170lbs, I played football as well and wasn't too bad, but nothing like Eric. I had dirty blond hair and was also rocking a mustache, mostly because that's what was in at the time and also cause my beard didn't connect well on the sides. Me and Eric were at our favorite smoke spot laying in the green shaded grass while spots of sun shone through the leaves. The hot late July sun was sizzling our skin anytime it peeked out from behind the shade. July was one of my favorite months because Eric's birthday was at the start and mine was in the middle. We were both freshly 18 and about to enter our senior year.

"Hey, you hear about the party at Derek's later?"

"Yeah I heard some people talking about it, what's the deal with that?" I asked back.

"His parents are gone for the weekend, and his older brother is supposed to make sure he doesn't get up to anything, but Derek said he's going camping with his girlfriend so he won't even be around."

"Ah sweet stuff, you wanna go together or you gonna go with Amy?" I asked with a slight tone of jealously.

"Dude of course I'll go with you, Amy has been stressing me out way too much lately anyways. I'm sure she'll go with Jennifer and Heather. I'll tell her I have a date already."

"What? Who? You been cheating on Amy?" I raised my eyebrow.

"No man, I meant you" he laughed and his straight white teeth shimmered in the sun.

"Ohhh sorry, this shit will get ya," I said motioning my head toward the joint in my hand.

"Yeah quit hogging it anyway Charlie, bring her here."

I sat up and put the joint to his pink lips and his eyes shot open.

"Shit man I thought a bug landed on my mouth."

He opened his lips and took the end of the joint in and inhaled while I continued to hold it. I pulled the joint out and he sucked in deeply before relaxing the cloud of happiness pulsing through our bodies.

"Whew that is some good shit, your brother knows his stuff."

"That's what happens when you hangout with the wrong crowd and don't do any sports, the devil gets ya," I said as I wiggled my fingers at him like I was casting a spell.

He starts to laugh really hard and turns over on his side. A few blades of grass stuck to the moist skin of his back and my eyes trace the muscles from his shoulder blades down to his lower back dimples. I get a warm lightning strike in my stomach like I shouldn't be looking at him this long, but maybe it's just the weed. My eyes travel further down to the trace of his ass in his jean shorts and down to his hairy legs. He turns back to face me.

"Man it's so hot out here and my mouth is dry from the weed, I need something to drink. Let's go back to my place to cool down. We should probably shower and stuff so we're not stinking showing up to this party. I've been sweating my ass off all day." He slowly pulls his upper half up and leans against his knees. "Help me up buddy?"

I reach my hand out and grab his slightly moist hand to help him up. He yanks me down hard on top of him and grabs my back, initiating a wrestle. We go back and forth pinning each other's arms down over our heads while switching off who is on top over and over. Finally he gives in, too high to fight back. One of my hands is holding both of his above his head while my other tickles his side.

"Ha stop haha dude ha stop hahahah tickling me," he says between breaths of laughter.

I catch a whiff of his aftershave and the musk of his armpit being so close to him. The aftershave is pine scented with a more masculine wood note and his musk is not the typical gross teen boy BO, but instead slightly sweet and manly. I feel a stir in my pants and decide to stop before things get too excited down there.

"Okay okay I'll stop," I say as I put my hands up signaling I'm not longer a threat. "C'mon buddy let's go," I put my arm out and actually pull him to his feet this time.

"Can you wipe off my back?" He asks.

"Of course, but only if you wipe mine off too," I shoot back quickly.

"Well of course sir," he shakes my hand.

He turns his back towards me and I gently use my fingertips to wipe the grass off his sweaty back. My fingertips become moist and I see goosebumps arise on his skin.

"Give me a little scratch too wouldya."

I run my fingernails down his back and then go around in circles. He starts to move his leg up and down like a dog and laughs.

"Okay I'm all done you dork," I say with a chuckle, "and you're all sweaty man, at least I have my shirt on."

"I can't control my sweat centers in this damn sun, just turn around and I'll do you now."

I turn my back towards him and he wipes my shirt off rougher than how I handled him, but he throws in a little scratch too and I lift my leg imitating a dog.

"We are so stupid," he laughs and throws his arm around my shoulder as we start to walk to his house. The sun and his arm heating my back up, as well as my mind.

Chapter Two: Eric's House

Eric walked me upstairs to his room and shut the door. The hot July air hung thick in the room and a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead.

"Whew it's hot as balls in here, lemme open the window. Don't know how much it will help cause it's probably not much cooler outside."

Eric takes his sweaty shirt off and throws it on the floor before he walks over to his window bending over slightly to open it. His ass catches my eye again and I observe it with the little time I have. The perfect circles of muscle stretch out the denim of his shorts. A trail of hair on the back of his thighs disappears into the leg holes. I've seen Eric's ass before in the locker room but have never really taken my time to look closely at it. I'm mesmerized and don't realize I've been staring too long before I hear a loud noise.

"Hey!" Eric shouts waving his hands at me. "Were you just staring at my ass?"

"No, uh, I no, I was looking at your your model cars," I say as I point toward the model car display near the window.

"Listen Charlie, it's okay I know I've got a great ass, Amy tells me all the time," he says cockily as he slaps one of his cheeks.

"Alright man I'm gonna get in the shower just chill here and look at the model cars or something. You can hop in after me."

Eric unbuttons his shorts and slides them off, throwing them next to his shirt. He walks into the bathroom and then closes the door. I walk past him and go sit on his bed. Suddenly, the door opens slightly and he slingshots his white briefs at my head.

"Wow man those are sweaty you better plug your nose."

I swat the flying underwear away before they hit my face and my hand feels the moisture.

"Dude you're sick, get your ass in the shower," I say back.

"You mean this ass? He turns away from me and moons me through the crack in the door. His perfectly shaped ass comes into my view and I'm suddenly studying it more intently than I ever have before in my quick peeks in the locker room. Both of his cheeks are big and muscular and compliment his tight slim waist. Each one is covered in a light dusting of black hair and it gets more dense towards his crack. My head is buzzing and I wonder why I'm suddenly being turned on by the sight of my best friend's ass. He shuts the door and I hear the water start to run.

I look down at his sweaty shirt and shorts on the floor. My body is taken over by my horny mind and I walk over to the clothes. I pick up his shirt and press it to my nose and inhale deeply. The pheromones and his musk pulse through my body and jolt my cock to life. His musk is sweet, salty, and so manly. There is a light hint of his fresh deodorant and a touch of the aftershave. I absentmindedly rub my cock and continue to sniff his shirt. Another idea pops into my head. I throw the shirt down and pick up his jean shorts. I flip them inside out and see the faint sweat line that was around his balls and ass and put it to my nose. I inhale deeply again and the stronger musk here makes my dick throb. The sweat of his balls, taint, and ass are much more pungent than that of his chest and back. The smell is masculine and unique to him and in my newfound horniness I wished I could press my nose under his balls and sniff from the source.

I hear a door slam downstairs and it jolts me out of my horny state of mind. I throw his shorts down quickly and sit back on the bed, adjusting my dick so it's upwards and in my waistband. The water shuts off and the silence hangs in in the air as I reflect on what I just did with panic.