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"I've been thinking."
"Yeah?"
"How would you feel about going down to my folks place for Christmas?"
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "But I thought -"
"It would be just for Christmas and Christmas Eve. We could have a great time driving down, and back up, and you could see what it's like in Southern California. It's probably warm enough in San Diego (about 100 miles[169 km] further south) to actually swim at the beach! If we decided to go!"
"Let's do it!"
This was turning into the best Christmas Vacation I ever had!
Thus ended Chapter 6.
Chapter 7
We still had 2 days before leaving. I decided that we would take Highway 1, the coastal route, since we had time. It takes a lot longer, but the California coastline is gorgeous! We would stop about halfway at Pismo Beach for the night and then drive the next day to Cerritos, just south of Long Beach, where my family lived.
The next day, we both agreed that since we were leaving and would be travelling, just in case something unforeseen happened, we should complete any homework we were assigned for over the break. (Yeah, some prof's are still ass holes!) The last day before we left, besides packing, shopping for goodies for the trip, washing clothes, and generally making the room look neat for our return, (we're both kind of neat-nics) It was a beautiful day and we decided to go to Fisherman's wharf once again, because we both wanted to do some last minute shopping. I wasn't sure about Craig, but I wanted to buy something special to show him how special he was to me. The nightly hugs were a routine by now and though it made me feel a little strange, I was not going to put a stop to it!
The last night, Wednesday, we hugged as usual, and I woke up later, looked at my clock. It was 3:07 AM. I thought I heard Craig shivering. I said, "You all right, Craig?"
"Ah -- ah -- AH -- AHH" Oh my god! I had caught him! And what's more, he knew it! "Man, I'm sorry, but I couldn't wait any longer. I hope you're okay with that!"
"Okay with it?" I shot back! "It was so hot! Next time let me know and I'll do it at the same time!"
"You're a goober!"
"You think I'm kidding?"
I very quietly did myself, thinking I had prolly said too much. It was an easy thing to go back to sleep after that.
We left on Thursday the 22nd of December. We left early in the morning and headed out 101 until it split to Hwy 1. It was a spectacular day. We took a scenic 17-mile drive around Carmel, and saw all the movie stars homes there, as well as several famous golf courses. Craig was especially impressed with the twisted Monterrey pines at the beach. The sand at Carmel is almost pure white and very fine.
We stopped at the Monterrey Bay Aquarium, but it would have taken too much time, so we pushed on the 3 hours down to Pismo Beach, where we panned to camp. It was still plenty light when we arrived, so we rented a couple dune buggies for a couple hours and played on the sand dunes. Mine was a 4-wheeler, and Craig's was a 3-wheeler. Since then, 3-wheelers have been dropped for rentals, because of what happened to Craig, and many others.
Dune buggies, unlike motorcycles, don't lean around corners, or rather they lean the wrong way, and so feel very unstable to a beginner. 3-wheelers are the worst. Craig was rounding a curve, felt unsteady and put out his foot for balance, as you might on a bike, and the rear wheel caught his leg and whipped it up pretty bad. Luckily it was cold enough that we both had on jeans, or it would have been worse. He made no big deal about it, but when we got back to the car, and he removed his jeans, it was morbid! All torn up on the inside of his upper thigh, right leg. I think seeing made it seem worse for him. We had a first aid kit, so I cleaned it up pretty thoroughly with alcohol swabs, which he complained hurt more than the original accident.
At Pismo, you can camp almost anywhere on the beach. My little sports car was too small to sleep on, so we had decided to sleep out in sleeping bags. As it got darker, there were a lot of jerks drinking beer and riding their buggies in the dark. I was worried about being run over, so we dug out a space in the sand and drove over it. We actually camped under the rear of my car. We bought some KFC fried chicken dinners and chowed down. It wasn't that late, but it was dark and we were tired. We climbed in our sleeping bags without the usual hugs.
As soon as we climbed in, the wind started to howl. I can get pretty cold in the winter at Pismo Beach. We laid awake talking about our day for about an hour. Craig's leg was aching. He said, "Chris, I am getting very cold!"
"It is cold, I replied."
"What're we gonna do?"
I wasn't feeling it as much as he. Maybe my sleeping bag was more insulated, but he sounded worried. "Put your clothes back on." I said. This was no easy task. It meant climbing out from under the car, trying not to get sand on everything, and freezing while doing it.
When he was finally back under the car, and in his sleeping bag, "I'm still freezing -- even more than before!"
"Boy, you ARE a whiner, aren't you?"
"Maybe I should get into the car."
"Maybe, but scoot over here first." I said.
He came over closer to me, and I grabbed him and pulled up as close as possible in our separate sleeping bags. "Hey, we forgot to hug tonight!" he said.
"I didn't forget! I felt it was not a good thing to do in front of all those drunk idiots."
This helped for long enough to get asleep. I woke up sometime later, and Craig was shaking. No, he wasn't jerking off! This time he was really cold. So was I once I woke up. "Damn, I'm cold." He said.
Getting our sleeping bags zipped together under the car was no easy trick. It amazed me that they zipped together at all, being different brands. Just lucky I guess. We both were fully clothed, and we were huddled as close as we could possibly be. It helped a lot. It was still cold on our more exposed sides, but we changes sides when it got too cold. The only thing that was left was to get naked, and we were not ready (well, I didn't feel HE was ready) for that. And it worried me that I would be so close to him and sexually excited. But it was plenty obvious, even through our jeans. I was very embarrassed as I lay spooning him from the back, and my rock hard woody pressing into the rear of his pants. I was surprised when we switched positions, that he was in the same shape.
We switched again when that side got cold, so that I was spooning him again from the rear. I lay with my arm around his waist, resting on his hip. His breathing slowed down a lot, and he finally stopped shivering. I guessed that he was asleep. I slowly slipped my hand down to the front of his pants, and I could not resist. I very slowly and gently grabbed it, and just held it. My own was throbbing pretty good. I was about asleep when he said, very sleepily, "That feels good, Chris. Luv yoo!" He was out like a light!
Instantly I was wide awake! What was I to do? Nothing! I just lay there for the longest time, wondering.
The next morning we got up, it was cold, but not as bad as at night. The wind died down so that other than the small waves at the water line, the sea was like glass. Sand was EVERYWHERE! We had sand in places that we didn't know were places! We shook out our sleeping bags, repacked them, ate the sweet roles and orange juice we bought the night before and got back on the road. Not a word was spoken by either of us regarding our close encounter the night before. I hoped he really was asleep.
We drove the 4 ½ hours to Cerritos, arriving there just before noon. I had not told my folks I was coming, so my mom was so excited.
"Chris! We didn't expect you. Sweetie! I am so glad you decided to come! How long can you stay? When will you go back? Who's your friend?"
"This is my roommate, Craig, Mom. Craig, this is my mom."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Gary! Chris has told me so much about you!"
"Not all bad, I hope!" she retorted. "Well, I wasn't expecting you, or I would have figured out more sleeping space. All that is in Chris's room is a twin bed. I suppose you could sleep on the couch in the den -- but you probably have your own family to go to, huh?"
"No," Craig answered, "My home is in Cincinnati. I'm afraid I'm a little embarrassed. I didn't know Chris didn't warn you we were coming."
"Oh, that's no problem. No problem at all! As I said, you or Chris can sleep on the couch down the hall in the den.'
"That won't be necessary, Mrs. Gary. Sleeping on a twin bed together will be a real luxury compared to sleeping under his car on the beach at Pismo last night!"
"Chris! You camped out last night!?" she scolded. "Wasn't it freezing!?"
"It was cold, Mrs. Gary, but we slept pretty close, and we got through the night okay. No the twin bed will be fine!"
"Well, suit yourself! Are you hungry? We just finished breakfast, but there is plenty left."
"I don't know about Chris, Mrs. Gary, but I would rather head for the shower. We have sand everywhere!"
"Well, okay. I will get you some towels. Then when you are clean, you can see if there is anything interesting in the kitchen."
We went into the bathroom, which opens both to the hall, as well as into my bedroom. Craig immediately locked the hall door, stripped down and jumped into the shower.
"You coming?" he asked me.
I was in there in two seconds! He had a wash cloth all soaped up. Without even asking, he started to wash my back and then proceeded to wash all of me. He grinned at my red face, as he washed my super excited groin. I was speechless! He didn't say anything either. When he was finished, he pushed me into the water and after I was rinsed, he soaped up the wash cloth again, and handed it to me. I reciprocated his example. We got out dried off and went to the kitchen for a bite. Mom was all over both of us. I was pretty happy I decided to surprise her!
It was Friday, the 23rd, so even though some of the family was there, Dad was working. My 16 year old brother, Seth, was the only one to know about my sexual status, and he kept giving Craig intense looks. When he finally got me aside, he said, "Man, you know how to pick `em, bro! This guy looks like Adonis!"
"What do you mean, "Pick `em?" I whispered.
"He's gay isn't he?"
"I -- I'm not -- sure, actually." I said, more emphatically than I meant to.
"I know you guys showered together!"
"Seth! Mind your own business! And how could you, know that? We didn't make any noise!"
"That's what made me suspicious! So I tiptoed in through your room and saw you guys in the shower!
"You little fucker! Stay out of my business! No he's not gay! At least I don't think -- er know - if he is! Damn you!" As soon as I said it I felt bad. He was trying to be cool and cute about it. And upon quick reflection, and seeing the hurt look on his face, I repented. "I'm sorry Seth! I -- you just took me by surprise. I really don't know about him."
"But what about the shower?"
"It's a long story. College roommates can get pretty close -- I guess!"
"Well, I still think he's gay. Hee hee! At least I hope he is, for your sake!"
"Uh, Seth?"
"Huh?"
"You're not -- er -- you don't think -- er - that -- er - YOU'RE - ?"
"NO WAY! I just think it's cool -- or something -- that you are."
"Good!"
"Why? I thought - ?"
"It's just easier -- being straight, that's all." I sure loved that boy! I hugged him. He was surprised. I didn't realize how much I missed him. I don't know if I ever hugged him before. I didn't have to teach him! He pulled me close and said, "I love you, Chris!"
"I love you too, li'l fucker!" It was just in jest. He gave me a huge grin. I ruffled his hair.
Dad got home in time for dinner. I made introductions, and we had a nice dinner of soup and crackers, and some fresh veggies. Mom made it light on purpose, because the rest of the weekend was going to be anything but! Dad had a lot of questions about the university. He was skeptical about me going there. Berkeley has quite a rep! I assured him it wasn't like it used to be. And I also assured him I was all into keeping my grades up. My older sis and her family arrived later in the evening. She too was so happy to see me, not having expected it. Her husband was high up at Apple Computer. He was not exactly a nerd, but could be, to some people. I always thought he was cute. I had a huge crush on him when I was still in high school. I suppose I still did, but I felt more mature about it (as mature as an 18 year-old CAN feel!). There was a lot of family talk and then we headed off to bed.
"Hey, Man," I said, "Maybe I should sleep on the couch!"
"Why" Craig said.
"My little brother suspects something. He knows about us."
"Whaddaya mean, `about us'? What's there to know?" Did I just feel that had an accusing tone?
"He saw us in the shower."
"Oh! What did he say?"
"He asked if you were gay. I told him no."
"What about the shower?"
"We didn't really do anything. I told him that sometimes college roommates get really close."
"Oh. Okay."
"Still, maybe I'll go into the den to sleep."
"I don't know why!"
"Well, especially for your sake -"
"Do YOU care?" he said.
"No, but -"
"Then neither do I! Stay!"
"Okay, if you say so." I said.
"Besides -"
"What?"
"I really liked what you did last night just as I went to sleep."
Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I closed and locked my door. He climbed into my little bed, and I climbed in behind him. I snuggled up close, and rested my arm and hand on his hip. He gently grabbed my hand and placed it on his boner. I squeezed it and said. "Craig?" I whispered. He just waited. "Do you think -- I mean, are you -- Do you think you're bi or something?"
"I don't -- I don't know. I don't think so. It just that -- it's like -- I don't know how to put it. You just seem to know exactly how to handle it -- like because you are a guy, you just know. Does that make any sense?"
"It does to me!" I said. "Does it to you?"
"I never thought about it before."
"Did you ever experiment when you were little?"
"Experiment?"
"With other little boys."
"No way!"
"So maybe you just need to get this out of your system?"
"Maybe. Hey!"
"What?"
"Hug time!" He turned around. We didn't have any jeans on tonight, so our members even more evident.
If he was bothered about it, he didn't show it. When they touched, even through the skivvies, it sent a giant shiver though me from the top of my head to the bottom of my balls! I shuddered.
"Is this too hard for you, Chris? I guess I have been thinking only about myself."
"Obviously, it's pretty hard!" I snickered. He followed suit.
"I mean, if this is too difficult for you, we can sleep back to back."
"I like it just the way it is! But my balls may be a dark shade of blue my morning."
"I know what that feels like!" he said. "Do you want me to take care of it for you?"
"What do you mean?" I said, thinking I knew.
"Hey! If you can know how to hold mine, I can know how to stroke yours!"
"You don't have to ask me twice!" I said as I turned over. His hand sought out my woody from my fly, and he stroked it very quickly to completion. I did my best to keep it as quiet as possible, but it was pretty intense, and he knew it. "Wow!"
"What?" I replied.
"That was - - hot!"
"Felt that way to me!"
"I've never had a girl come like that!" He said
I could feel his wetness on my back. I wiggled up against it and said, "I guess it got you going a little huh?"
"Yeah, - uh -"
"What? My turn?"
He didn't answer. He just turned over. I did too and fished his out. It was plenty wet with precum. I added some saliva to it and started to stroke really slowly. I could hear his breathing get short and ragged. I stopped.
"Hey! Why'd you stop?" he whispered.
"I may never get another chance to do this. I want to do it right." I started to stroke again, slowly at first, then increasing until it was all he could do to keep from screaming out. I quickly stopped and pressed hard on his pee hole. I had never done this before myself, but I had read about it.
"God, man, What are you trying to do to me?"
"You want the whole shebang?"
I could see by the night light, he looked thoughtful as he said, "Yeah?"
I threw the covers back, and knelt over him, and started to lick at the head.
"Hey, man you don't have to -"
"I really want to. Is it alright?"
"I guess!" I resumed licking around the head, took it in my mouth, and tongued the hole. He shuddered hard. I looked up and his eyes were tightly closed, and he had an almost pained smile across his face. I rubbed his balls hard, pressing them up against the shaft of his manhood. He let out a very quiet shriek.
"Shhh," I said, giggling a little. I wet my finger with my mouth and moved my hand to his anus and stroked it. He tensed up and then relaxed. I started sucking in earnest, stroking up and down with my face very quickly. He was breathing pretty hard. He then grabbed my head and stopped all movement. I looked up.
"Weren't you going to stick your finger up my - ?"
"Did you WANT me to?"
"It's supposed to be pretty hot isn't it?"
I lubed my index finger up with saliva and gently worked it in. I went deep and at the same time pulled my mouth down onto his shaft. I found his prostate and flipped my finger against it. A high pitched moan escaped.
"Shhh!" I whispered. "you can't make any noise!"
"Fuck, man! I'm sorry, but you're going to have to do this again when I don't have to bridle myself so!"
"So it's a date?" I giggled!
I poked it over and over and then I deep throated him. I remembered how from doing Gunt. It was a lot easier -- and hotter -- not being forced. He came in huge quantities down my throat and into my mouth. I swallowed most of it. In his excitement -- he was pretty much out of his head -- he grabbed me, pulled me up and kissed me hard on the mouth. I looked up past his head at the bathroom door. There was my little brother, standing with his mouth wide open. I locked the door to the hall, but had forgotten the bathroom door! I was all at once panicked! I looked at Craig. He was oblivious in his stupor. I looked back and Seth was gone!