I so enjoy watching his bum when he lifts himself up off his bike seat and leans forward as we head under the bridge. The way the fabric of his school shorts dives into his crack but drops off and out from the curves of his bum so that there is a gap big enough for me to fantasise about sticking my hand (or other things) up the gap and teasing his puckered hole. We park and kiss.
"Carl, what's up?" He's not kissing me as hotly as he usually does and his face is quite pensive.
"Mum and Dad are going away again this weekend."
"Great!"
"Nah, they want me to come with. They're being difficult about it."
"Where to?"
"Cousins place. Grandma's birthday - big family do. That's why they want me to come."
"So I guess that rules me out from coming as well then?"
"Shit, hadn't thought of that! I'll ask my 'rents." He grins and pulls me back into him and kisses me more passionately.
"Ben – phone for you." I drop the playstation controller and head out into the hall, the telephone is swinging by the cord and mum has headed back to her soaps on the box.
"Yo."
"Ben, it's Carl. Mum says she's gonna check with Dad, but yeh, you can probably come!"
"Mum, Carl's invited me to go away with him and his parents for the weekend."
Mum comes back through and takes the phone, Carl calls his mum and they talk for a few minutes. Yes. She's saying yes! Cool. Carl and me are back on the phone again.
"What do I need to bring?"
"PJs, something to swim in – they've got a pool, dinner Saturday night `ll be flash – so some good clothes for that."
Fantastic, a whole weekend together. Wonder how much time we'll get alone? His Dad has some business meeting Friday night so we will have to get up early to go on Saturday. Carl suggests that I spend Friday night with them so that my parents don't need to wake up for me to get going – but we aren't allowed to sleep out in the tent `cause there'd be no time to pack it up.
Friday evening at last! I have dinner at home with my folks, pack my bag and walk round to Carl's house. I ring the bell and his mum opens the door, "He's down in his room, you'll be sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor in there, go on down." Carl is lying on his bed wearing some bright red silk boxers and nothing else while he plays playstation. I walk in and whistle my appreciation.
"Quiet! Mum `ll hear."
I sit down beside him and cup one of his butt cheeks in my hand, lean down and give him a quick kiss. "Why don't we close the door?"
"Mum and Dad don't like `closed doors'," he mimics his mother's voice, "I lit a fire in my room when I was eight, so ..."
I massage his bum and crack through his boxers, they slide over his smooth bum so sexily. "Haven't seen you wearing these before."
"Bought them special for you this weekend." He grins up at me, I can't resist it and lean forward for another kiss. I can hear his mum moving around in the kitchen anyway. I lie down on the bed beside him and we start a two-player game. During my turn Carl keeps bumping up against me and elbowing me, I finally crap out.
"Oi! Not fair!" I leap up and start tickling him. He wriggles and giggles under my fingers, twisting and trying to get away from me. His dick – at full mast – slips out through the fly of his boxers as he tries to roll away me, I grab it around the base and curl my fingers under his balls which are still inside the boxers. He pushes his groin into my hand. "I think I'll have another turn, with your controller." I lean down and clamp my lips around his pole and plunge up and down a few times.
Shit, the TVs been turned down, I can hear some footsteps coming down the passage. "Boys, you'd better go to sleep now. We have to get up early in the morning."
Carl has flipped back onto his stomach, "Yes Mum." She turns back around and we listen as the volume goes back up on the TV. "Shit, that was close." Both of our erections have shrunk rapidly. We brush our teeth and toilet. Carl rolls out his sleeping bag for me and I do a quiet strip tease for him as I change into my PJs.
The floor is not comfortable. I toss and turn and it takes ages to get to sleep. I wake to the sound of the garage door opener going up and his Dad driving in. I hear him stop in the doorway to Carl's room as he comes down the hallway. I've closed my eyes again pretending to sleep. He goes down to their room and the door closes but I can see the light coming out from under it. I wait until the light switches off and then wait as long as I can before I start quietly slipping out of the sleeping bag.
"You needa go to the loo?" Carl hisses.
"Shit you scared me, I thought you were asleep." I lift up the covers to his bed and slip in beside him. We kiss.
"You can't sleep with me, they're bound to wake up before us."
I reach down and lift up his nightshirt. His dick is already rampant and I stroke it and kiss him some more. Pulling the covers over me I lean down and tongue his swollen head before sucking his shaft into my mouth. Carl runs his fingers through my hair pushing me down and bucking his hips each time I come up. He makes quiet little whimpering moaning sounds.
I stop and lift up the covers, "Fuck me, it's lubed with my spit."
"We'll make too much noise."
I push down my PJ bottoms and lie on top of him as we kiss passionately. Our tongues and dicks duel each other. We grind our hips up against one another. I feel Carl's whole body go rigid milliseconds before the first gush of cum. I wish it was inside of me. A few thrusts more and my load fires forth.
Carl ducks his head under the cover and I feel him licking up the cum round my dick and balls. He scoots back up and we kiss, sharing the cum in his mouth. We cuddle for a few minutes before I reluctantly haul my PJs up and get back into the sleeping bag.
The trip is boring as hell. His Mum and Dad try to make conversation asking me about school and soccer and stuff. I try to keep in their good books by answering their questions but the conversation doesn't go far before silence reigns and we all sit and stare at the landscape as it slides past. Carl's Dad wont even put on any music!
We arrive at his cousin's place. Apparently we're sleeping in the sleep-out' down the yard past the pool. Carl's older cousin Bradley has moved down there this year and his parents thought all us boys could share a room, it's big enough. Bradley has a double bed and one of the couches pulls out to another double bed that Carl and I are to share – if we don't mind'. Carl and I shake our heads, definitely no objections there.
"Why don't you boys have a swim before lunch?"
Carl and I head back out to the sleep-out to change. Carl pulls the curtains – the pool area looks straight in on us and his uncle is out there fiddling with the barbeque. Then we strip. I wait until Carl is naked then grab him in a bear hug from behind, thrusting my semi-hard dick between his buttocks. We have a quick grope and kiss before Carl pulls on his boardies. I pull on a pair of my Addidas running shorts, lined but with a good slit up either side. Carl smiles and runs his tongue around his lips.
We run out and jump in the pool. Fuck! It's colder than I expected! While we're horsing around Carl's cousin Bradley arrives back from a training ride, he rides for a local cycling club and he is decked out in the full lycra club gear. Yummy! The top is white with the club name across it in sky blue, the bottom is sky blue with the club name down one leg in white. I can't make up my mind where I want to look. Up at his face – short blond hair in a flat top cut, deep blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Or down at his groin, which definitely fills out his shiny lycra bike shorts; in fact they're overflowing, this long tube snakes off toward the club name on his thigh. Bradley comes over and sits on the edge of a lounger right opposite where I am standing at the edge of the pool. Carl swims over beside me and we share a conspiratorial smile and look back at Bradley sitting there with his legs apart. Introductions are done and then Carl blurts out, "You used to have really hairy legs."
Oh god! I cringe and look away. Bradley is laughing!
"Yeh, we shave them to go faster. All the guys on the cycling team do. That's why we wear this gear too," he says, running his hand over his chest and down his leg. My eyes are glued to it, wishing that I could do that too.
"Bradley! Come and give me a hand carrying lunch out," his mum yells.
"What do you think, can we get some of that?" I ask Carl.
"Nah," he shakes his head, "He's always been a straight up-tight jock."
We sit round the pool and eat.
After lunch Bradley challenges Carl and I to playstation WRC3. We go through to the sleep-out and Bradley stretches out on his bed as the game fires up. Carl lays down beside him while they go head to head first. I sit on the edge of the bed looking lustily at the cute butts of my boyfriend and his cousin. The seam of the lycra bike shorts curves tightly down round Bradley's crack splitting his buns in two and as he wiggles on the bed, while driving his car around the track, the light shimmies off the curves of his butt. A fast food jingle plays in my head – `meat between two toasty hot buns' – I know which meat I'd like that to be.
All too quickly his parents are telling us to get ready. The do is in a private room at a local hotel, all the family gather early for grandma to get her presents then food is served early so that grandma can be home for her usual sleep time. Fortunately Bradley, Carl and I find a pool table in the family bar. My own family gatherings are enough of a bore without having to try to make small talk with someone else's Aunt and Uncles.
On the way back home Bradley gets his parents to stop at a video store and rents a video for us to watch – cause it's way early. He unplugs his parents video recorder from the lounge and takes it out to the sleep-out for us to watch out there.
"So long as the lights are out by eleven," his mum says.
The three of us settle back on Bradley's bed, propped up against the wall. The title sequence starts – `Queer as Folk'.
"What's this?" Carl says alarmed.
Bradley starts laughing, "Thought you'd enjoy it."
"Whaddya mean?"
"You two. Why else did you want your boyfriend to come to Grandma's birthday? And I saw the way you two were looking at me in my bike shorts. You were both drooling."
"Were not!"
But Bradley is up on his knees, pulling down his fly and pushing his trousers down. He's still wearing his bike shorts! And that tube steak has grown. I can't help it, I lean over Carl and reach out. Bradley pushes his hips forward and his groin and my hand meet. Bradley is quickly stripping off his shirt, I help pull down his trousers. Carl has changed his mind and is stripping too. They then both attack me pulling my clothes off.
Carl and I start licking at Bradley's dick through his bike shorts, we are definitely drooling now!
"Hey hot boxers Carl." Bradley leans forward and slides his hands down over Carl's red silk boxers. "Ben, why don't you put on those shorts you were wearing in the pool?"
I leap up, happy to oblige. I always feel sexy when I wear them and I definitely didn't want to disappoint Bradley. I'm halfway back towards the bed when Carl and Bradley are on their knees before me slurping up my legs and licking over the liner their tongues rasping the liner against my dick and balls. Bradley pulls the liner aside and plunges his lips over my straining rod. Carl licks at my balls. Bradley straddles himself over Carl and starts sliding his groin up and down Carl's butt. Fuck it looks so hot, one hunky blond dude in bike shorts rubbing himself up against Carl in his red silk boxers while they both suck on my dick and balls.
"Fuck guys ... you are so hot! ... I have to fuck one of you," Bradley pants in between plunges down my pole.
"Fuck me please!"
Bradley smiles up at me. He stands up and pulls open the draw in the bedside cabinet. KY! Me thinks someone is not new to fucking other guys. He tucks the waistband of his bike shorts under his balls and lubes his dick up. Moving round behind me he pulls the liner to the side and starts pushing his dick in between my buns. I feel his head slowly enter through my sphincter, stretching it. He slides in slowly, right in until I can feel his lycra clad thighs pushing up against mine.
Bradley starts rocking in and out of me, little by little his strokes get longer until each thrust into me pushes my dick into Carl's mouth. I look around, there's no mirror. I want to watch Bradley fuck me while I face fuck Carl. Bradley wraps his arm around me and strokes my chest as he slowly fucks me, he starts pinching and twisting my nipples. Ow, I'm surprised and perplexed, then it begins to feel good. I want him to pull harder on my tits and fuck my hole harder too.
Bradley slows up, "Ben, lie on the bed on your back, you and Carl can sixty-nine while I keep fucking you."
He slips out of me and I scoot over to the bed and lie back. Carl climbs on and shoves his dick in my face, I slip my hand up one of the leg holes of Carl's red silk boxers and start rubbing my finger around his hole as I suck on his dick. I feel Bradley push back into me, my arsehole opens up and quickly swallows his dick. Carl's mouth slides up and down my dick while he plays with my balls. I reach round and grab hold of Bradley's balls pulling him back into me each time he pulls out, he reaches down around Carl and twists my nipples again. My fingers are getting slippery from the lube that has dripped down onto Bradley's balls so I move my hand back up to inside the leg of Carl's boxers. My lubed finger slips easily into Carl's hole and he moans as I start to finger fuck him.
My balls start to seriously churn and I scream as my cum fires up my dick and into Carl's mouth, my hole clenches onto Bradley's dick and I feel him start to empty his load inside me. Carl's sphincter clamps down on my finger and his dick pulses as his cum floods my mouth.
We take a rest and watch some `Queer as Folk' until we are all horny again. We carried on fucking and sucking for several hours after we turned the lights out.
The trip back home? I dont remember - Carl and I were sleeping off the nights activities.