A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 11
When we arrived at the river we made our way along the bank to where there was a bit of a beach with plenty of growth around it, and the path ran the other side of the growth. We pushed our bikes through the bushes and propped them up against one of the thicker bushes. Then looking around, I could not see anyone and quickly stripped off my shorts and shirt and ran into the river till the water was up to my chest. Scott was not so fast and I think he was seen by a walker on the other side of the river as he walked naked into the water. But as he was looking at me, he did not notice the person and so was not bothered. I must admit that it was not usual for someone to be the other side as there was no trail that side, just wild bush and scrub growing around scattered rocky out crops which rendered the land unsuitable for farming or housing. The farmlands only started about half a mile away from the river bank. While we splashed about in the river we made sure we washed the sticky mess off of each other and of course concentrated on certain body parts that seemed to be erect more than they were flaccid at this stage of our lives. During this time I kept glancing to both sides of the river and was pleased to see nothing more than nature itself. At least the river water along with the ministrations of our partner made a better job of cleaning us than the toilet paper and wet towel could ever have hoped to achieve. When we had had enough playing about in the water, we made our way back up the beach and edged around the bushes to where we were as secluded as we could get in the surroundings so that we could sit and air dry as we had not towel with us. I leant over and kissed Scott, "Thank you for giving me your cherry and for taking mine. I am glad I was able to give it to you as I wanted no one else but you to have it." I whispered between kisses.
"And thank you too, mate." Scott replied. "At least now we can truly call each other `mate' because we are mated to each other."
For some reason, given my emotional state, I should have burst into tears at that statement from Scott, but somehow, I saw a funny side to it and this set me to giggling like an embarrassed girl. And then unbidden another thought entered my head and I squealed with laughter. "I'm doomed, now." I managed to get between fits of chortles, "Every time you call me `mate' from now on, I will remember what it really means and will get a boner."
"So will I." Scott added chuckling away in partnership with me.
As we laughed we fell together and began to hug each other in a tender embrace and slowly our hands began to explore each other's skin, until we settled down on each other's cocks and began wank our "mate" once more.
At first it was just a slow, loving caress of our lover's member, but then as our own need grew, we gradually got more vigorous until we were doing the fire engine pumps again.
Suddenly, Scott let go of my cock and dived forward swallowing my cock as far down his throat as my length would allow using the movement of his tongue to squeeze my cock against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat. Then he pulled up a bit so that I was just in his mouth as his tongue danced around on my head and the delightful hot spot just under the head. The hand that had been wanking me now took my balls and began to gently massage them. Rolling them around under his thumb and pulling on the scrotum to force my cock down against his tongue. I had no chance now and soon was groaning as yet another orgasm built up and then exploded to rack my body with paroxysms of pleasure and I shot my load into the other end of Scott's alimentary canal.
As soon as I had finished cumming, I pushed Scott off and dropped my head down to give him the same pleasure. When he had sucked my cock into his mouth, I had unconsciously slowed down in wanking him and so he had not yet come, but was very close. As a result, I did not have to bob too much before his hands settled on the back of my head gently pushing me down as far as I could go without gagging on his cock and he began to unload into my mouth some of that sweet nectar I craved so much these days.
Sated, we sat back with our legs out flat in front of us, our hands behind us supporting our shoulders and our semi hard cocks pointing away from our bodies dividing the angle between our legs and our torsos. We were fully dry now, but both seemed reluctant for the time together to end so we just sat there naked and chuffed. I looked over at Scott and admired what I saw. How could I do anything but admire him? I loved him and thought he was the best guy in the world. I loved his body shape with his moulded but not sculpted chest that gave me so much pleasure to feel, kiss and lick and those erect nipples set in the smooth skin with their round frame accenting them. And then on down to his flat stomach with the hint of a six pack built up from his sporting activities. His beautiful inney navel which signalled the start of a faint happy trail leading down to that bush of dark blond pubes which surrounded that scrumptious six inch cock and the fireman's helmet at the end of it, unencumbered by a foreskin because he had been cut as an infant. I could see it bob slightly in time to his heart beat and though it was not fully erect, as long as I looked at it, it did not get any softer either. Forcing my gaze to go below this delectable offering, I admired his legs which again were nicely shaped from his sport; but not overly muscled. And to top it all, this Adonis had the face to go with it with his smooth features unadulterated by either acne or beard. Instead he still sported a fine dusting of pale blond hair on his cheeks and chin and a thicker moustache of hair on his upper lip. A darker haired boy would have had to start shaving the lip by now, but Scott was able to get away with it for a bit longer because of being blond. He had a finely chiselled face with those startling blue eyes all framed by his blond hair which hung down over his ears but did not make it to his shoulders, except at the back. To me, he was both flawless and perfect and my heart trembled as I gazed upon his beauty.
I could tell that Scott was also just quietly looking at me and so when my gaze went back to his cock, I was not surprised to find it was still not fully soft and as I recalled all the pleasure that cock had brought to me, my cock rose to full attention once again.
"You're a really horny bugger, aren't you?" Scott said with a laugh in his voice as I looked down to see my ram rod sticking straight up.
"I can't help it. You are so beautiful and I love what you do to me." I answered. I had wanted to say, "I love you" but somehow it just didn't come out that way. Maybe it was for the best at this time.
"And so are you beautiful, my mate." Scott said, "But we had better cover our beauty up and get on home now before we get into trouble."
Sadly I had to agree with Scott and so we pulled our shorts and shirts back on and pushed our bikes back through the shrubbery to get onto the path.
As we neared his house we came to the point where I had leave and head off towards my own house and yet again I was filled with that sense of emptiness.
"I don't want to leave you yet." I said, "I want us to spend some more time together."
"I don't want to either, but we have no more time left. I will try to arrange a sleepover at my house this next weekend and if we are careful we might be able to sleep in the same bed. But we won't be able to have sex as we are a bit too noisy with that." Scott offered.
"I would love that." I said eagerly, "phone me and let me know".
"I will. See you then." Scott said and as if he could not take any more, he turned his back and pedalled off leaving me standing there straddling the cross bar of my bike with the tip of my, now soft, cock brushing that cross bar and calling out, "See you too; bye!" and then sadly mounting my bike and heading off to home.