Innocent Fun

Max blushed deeply at the, closeness, of his current situation. It had started off innocent enough. Just some roughhousing between him and his best friend Mark after they had been cooped up all day due the storm. So, they went out to find the perfect spot to wrestle. After finding a, relatively, dry spot beneath the large tree in his backyard, Mark turned and pounced at Max. They went on like this for a good half hour, each struggling to pin the other as the mud made each hold more and more difficult. Both were locked in a standoff as Max held Mark's wrist while Mark tried to sweep Max's legs from under him. During the struggle, Mark was finally able to trip his opponent, however it had caused both of them to fall as Max slipped on the wet, muddy grass and into a large puddle of the murky stuff.
Now here Max was, propped up over Mark as he kept his grip on his friend's wrists as his free hand held him up, all the while ridding the front of his best friend's shirt up and exposing his stomach. Their legs were twisted together with Max sitting, somewhat comfortably, on Mark's knee as his other leg was snug in between Mark's own legs. Max looked down to see Mark's cheeky freckled grin and felt his blush grow. He tried to get up, giving a mumbled apology, only to slip on more mud and fall completely on Mark. (My first story, excerpt from beginning. BoyxBoy warning!)