The urgent whispered call of his friend drew Max's attention away from the rock pool into which he was gazing. He looked over the water to where Timmy was. The young boy was scrambling down the small sand-dunes that lined the beach, seperating the coastal scrub from the sea. Max stood up as Timmy splashed through the water towards him.

Both boys were tanned, their slim bodies clad only in bikini bathers. Timmy's blonde hair was almost white, his skin a golden colour, his eyes a bright red. Max was darker all round, brown almost black hair, brown eyes, darkly tanned skin. They were almost the same height, weight and build even though there was nearly a year between them in age. Timmy was the younger and hadn't yet turned eleven. He was puffing as he came up to Max.

"Hey. You gotta come and see this, Max," he panted. "Jeez! I couldn't believe it. Come and look." He began pulling Max towards the sandhill.

"What's going on? Hey! Don't pull me! Hang on a minute and tell me what you saw." He pulled his arm out of Timmy's grasp and stopped, making his friend turn around to explain.

Timmy was quite excited and pressed his hand into his groin. Max looked down and realised that his friend had an erection, his bathers were jutting out in front of him and he was trying to ease his penis into a more comfortable position. "You've got a stiffy!" he laughed, making a grab for it.

"Yeah. You would too if you'd seen what I did," Timmy said as he avoided Max's lunge. "You want to come see or not?"

"What did you see?" Max asked, his interest now aroused.

"Come with me and I'll show you. They'll still be there. You won't believe it." Timmy turned away and headed back towards the sand dunes.

"Hey! Tell me. Come on, dickhead!" Max complained, but Timmy kept walking away. Max had no option but to follow if he wanted to find out what his friend had seen. To find out what had caused that stiffy! He sensed the excitement in the boy ahead of him and hurried to catch up.

He and Timmy had been friends ever since Grade One and they had often slept over at each other's house, had bathed together, looked at each other's sexual organs, touched each other in play and in the bath or shower and, more recently, had seen each other's erections as their bodies had begun to mature. They were not embarassed with each other but all they had done was to look and touch. They had been hearing talk from the older boys that suggested there was more they could do, and the pleasurable sensations they both felt being touched by the other hinted at much more pleasure to be had. But they did not know what to do to achieve it.

They had come here on holidays with Timmy's parents who had a shack on the cliff tops about a mile back from where they now were. 'Here' was a relatively undeveloped stretch of coastline, inhabited by a couple of reclusive fishermen and a dozen or so shack dwellers only during peak holiday time. At this time of year, in spite of the hot weather, the place was virtually deserted.This was the second day of their holiday and Tim's father was fishing off the wharf below the shack and his mother was resting, between swimming and sunbathing. The boys had headed off along the beach to explore the reefs at the headland. Timmy had decided to see what was beyond the sand dunes and had gone exploring. He had only been gone for a couple of minutes so what he had seen was close to them.

As the boys came to the top of the first dune, Timmy put his finger to his lips and indicated for Max to go quietly. They slid to the bottom of the dune and Timmy led the way towards a gap in the scrub that appeared to be a faint track heading into the larger trees beyond the coastal brush. Max was dying to ask a lot of questions but Timmy's manner indicated a need for silence and a sense of real adventure.

As they approached the taller trees, Tim moved even more deliberately, avoiding the dry twigs and leaves lying around. Max followed his example, his tread becoming more wary as though they were stalking prey. The coolness of the shade, and the growing excitement caused him to shiver. They were heading towards a thicker clump of trees and Timmy crouched lower and moved off the path, finally stopping behind a thick bush. He squatted beneath it and turned to watch Max come up to him. When his friend was beside him, he eased himself to the edge of the bush and laid flat on the sandy soil, his head peering around the foliage. He signed for Max to copy him and the older boy stretched out beside him, their bodies touching along their lengths, and Max looked over the top of Timmy's head around the bush.

He couldn't believe his eyes!

They were looking into a clearing in the centre of a thick clump of trees and bushes. Soft light filtered through the thin canopy overhead and lit the clearing like a stage in a gloomy theatre. And what an act was being performed in that secluded setting.