Come Christmas Steve
Chapter 7
The Big Secret
When Steve began unlatching the door, my stomach churned. All I could think of was that I'd been caught somehow and my naked adventure from earlier in the evening was about to turn into a giant nightmare. I swallowed hard and pulled the covers up around my neck. I didn't even try to think of some good lie about what I'd been doing, I just decided the complete, honest truth would be best.
"What do you want? What's going on?" Steve asked again.
I was immediately relieved and annoyed to hear Whittaker's voice say, "Fuckin' Jensen still has the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I knocked, but he wouldn't answer. Security told me I needed to get out of the hallways. Can I just crash with you guys? I don't expect to share a bed," Whittaker begged. "Shane told me he's freaked by that, so I'll just crash on the couch. There's extra bedding in the closets."
An awkward pause ensued while Steve was figuring out what to do.
"Hold on a minute. Let me talk with Shane," Steve said. The door closed but did not latch. Steve came to the side of our bed and held his hands out and twisted up his mouth indicating his lack of any solution. I just scowled and shook my head, no. I had no suggestion for Whittaker, but I wanted that to be Whittaker's problem. Steve had just offered to let me cum inside of him, in a rare opportunistic moment, and now this threatened to torpedo that offer, so to speak.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Whittaker exclaimed, having let himself in and walked past the bathroom wall to take in the whole room. "How did I miss this? It all makes sense now. And you," He pointed at me and I tightened the covers around my neck. "You and your homophobic speech about not wanting to share a bed. Total bullshit, that was. What you really didn't want to share was your room so you two could get your freak on. Son of a bitch! I wondered how come you seemed so comfortable about jacking off together in the woods if you were so damn homophobic. What a kick in the ass you two are. So now the big secret's out, how about I use the spare bed?"
"No, it's not what it looks like..." I stammered.
Whittaker busted out laughing his ass off. "Bullshit. That bed's perfectly made, but the one you're in is a total fucking mess, candles are burning, even a scented one. The pine's a nice touch, by the way. Love songs are playing and let's not forget the used condom lying there at Steve's feet. So if it's not what it looks like, I can't wait to hear the bullshit line you've got planned to lay on me."
I started to make up some stupid ass excuse about having had a foursome with the choir girls but Steve stopped me. "You're right. Shane and I have been having sex together. Is that an issue for you?"
"Hell no. Not at all. To each his own as far as I'm concerned. I just can't believe I didn't see it. I mean, I kinda did, but then I thought, nah. But seriously, I can't believe I didn't see it, because guys who are just friends, don't look at each other the way you two look at each other. So, are you two in love or just in lust?"
Without hesitation Steve said, "We love each other. It's a new thing for us, but it's real. We were busy expressing it and we were only half way through when you interrupted. We'd really like to finish what we started."
"If you're half done, whose half is in the rubber? I'm guessing Shane offered up his boy cunt, am I right?" Whittaker smirked.
"Our fucking business is none of your fucking business. Do you want a bed or do you just want to stand there and be an asshole?" Steve asked.
This put Whittaker on the defensive and he stepped back. "Guys, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry that I interrupted whatever you got going on. I had no idea. No more dumbass jokes, I promise. Security is already pissed at me for hanging out in the halls. There's nowhere to drive to and I'm not on the rental car anyway. What if I go take a bath or something while you two finish up with your lovemaking?"
"You don't need to do that, but if you'll promise to keep our secret and not try to be funny by making jokes about it, and if you'll look away, I'm okay with you using the other bed. Just keep your back to us. We'll try to pretend you're not here," Steve offered.
"Wait. Don't I get a say in this? I'm not comfortable doing it with him in the next bed. No. Seriously, no!" I objected.
"Look, I promise, I'll look away and I'll stuff toilet paper in my ears if you want. If you let me crash, I'll be asleep in ten minutes and you two can fuck each other's brains out and I'll never even know it. I'm a very heavy sleeper. Please? I promise I won't tell anyone about you two." Whittaker made a zipping motion across his lips and turned an imaginary key that he tossed away.
"You really don't care if he's in here?" I asked Steve in astonishment.
"I've had audiences before. No, I don't care. No big deal. I only care about sharing the time with you no matter who else knows or might be in the room with us. I'll be so into you, I won't know or care if he's here or not," Steve said. That melted my heart and I relented.
"Sweet! Thanks," Whittaker said, quickly peeling out of his clothes and slipping between the sheets of the spare bed, wearing only his boxers and black socks before we could change our minds. He wrestled a minute with a pillow to plump it up just so and then with his back to us, pulled a second pillow ceremoniously over the top of his head. Steve padded back to the door, shut and locked it and came back to bed with me, pulling his boxers off just before climbing in. He was limp but it took only a few kisses and gentle strokes of my hand to get him hard again. Likewise, once I nestled up against Steve's hot body, I forgot about Whittaker and boned up quickly myself. All I could think about was the intense fucking I was about to give my ... my ... my boyfriend. I couldn't believe how GREAT that sounded.
Steve and I cuddled and kissed, lying on our sides with our boners touching and rubbing. I could see over Steve's neck that Whittaker's long body was stuffed under the covers. His legs were too long and he had to pull them up slightly to lie straight in the bed. The covers were rising and falling in a slow rhythm with his breathing and I concluded after ten or fifteen minutes of making out with Steve that Whittaker was actually asleep just like he said he would be. I relaxed once I came to that conclusion and amped up my passion level in our kissing.
Maroon 5 came up on the playlist with their song, Love Somebody. The lyrics were perfect. "I really want to love somebody," they sang. "I really want to dance the night away. I know we're only half way there, but you take me all the way, you take me all the way."
I started pulling Steve's lips into mine and shoved my tongue forcibly into the cavern of his wet mouth. He clamped down on it and sucked on it while I began slowly humping my dick against him. I felt his passion intensify and he began matching my humping action while he gripped and kneaded my ass cheeks.
Then, Steve rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I reached over to the night stand and grabbed the lube.
Maroon 5 crooned out, "You're such a hard act for me to follow. Love me today don't leave me tomorrow, yeah. But if I fall for you, I'll never recover. If I fall for you, I'll never be the same."
I smeared a glob of lube on my dick and Steve's balls and then I directed my dick downward into the crease of his thighs up near his balls and began thrusting in and out. I loved the feeling of his balls and thighs against my anxious dick. Apparently, Steve loved it too because he began moaning in pleasure saying, "Oh yeah, oh wow, feels so good." I dropped my chest down onto his and began nibbling on his neck and earlobes. He began squirming uncontrollably and moaned louder still.
Maroon 5 continued, "I don't know where to start, I'm just a little lost. I wanna feel like we're never gonna ever stop."
But I was starting to get a little too aroused and I did have to stop. When I froze in place with my dick buried between his legs, Steve wrapped his arms around my back and asked, "Did you cum?"
"No. I was about to, though. I just need a short break to get back in control."
"Good," he breathed into my ear. "I want you to cum inside me. Get your rubber on and do me."
I obeyed and excitedly rolled the condom over my swollen dick with trembling fingers. Steve rolled over onto his stomach, pulled his legs up like a frog and stuffed a pillow underneath him to give me better access to enter him. I applied some lube to the condom and smeared it around with my hand and then squirted a bit on his flinching anus. I gently rubbed it around the rim and then pressed a bit of it up into his ring with my fingertip. I rotated it around for good coverage and then made my approach. Holding myself up with my arms on either side of Steve's chest, I directed my stiff shaft to the entryway. When I found it and pressed the head slightly against his warm hole, I asked, "Are you sure you want this? You don't have to do this if you don't really want to."
He didn't respond verbally. Instead, he reached back with both hands and spread his ass cheeks as far as he could peel them. I smiled and a rush of tingles burst through my whole body as I pushed my way into my lover boy. I went a couple of inches at first and then stopped when Steve's body reacted by clenching down on my dick. In a moment, he relaxed and I finished sliding slowly, smoothly into him until I was completely buried deep within. My pubis pressed against his tailbone. I was fully in. Steve purred in soft, mumbled tones. I just held it there for the longest time enjoying the feeling of being buried deep within my lover and feeling more satisfaction and sheer joy than I'd felt in my whole life. It was as if I'd been wrapped up in a warm blanket amidst a winter snowfall. I didn't know what Steve's discomfort with being the bottom was, but I knew he was making a sacrifice of some sort to share this experience with me. That realization made the experience all the more meaningful.
I slowly laid my chest against his firm back. I turned my cheek to press gently against his shoulder facing Whittaker. The blanket continued to rise and fall. While I was lying there motionless, Steve began to squirm. "Fuck me Shane. Fuck me however you want it," Steve said.
I broke into another broad smile and rose up on my elbows. I pulled out and pressed back in, slowly and steadily, savoring every sensation up and down the length of my dick and its head. Each stroke became faster and faster, rising in a prestissimo crescendo until I was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!" I called out between grunts as I pounded in and out of his rocking ass.
"Yeah, Cum Shaney Cum!" Steve called out, "Blow that hot load. So good. So fucking good. I love you, man, I really love you! Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me." His hand found his own dick and he began pounding himself to bring on his second orgasm of the night while I teetered on the verge of my first. I happened to glance toward the window and I saw Whittaker rolled onto his back, staring in awe at us with both hands frantically jacking his long dick under the covers. At first, anger flashed inside me that he hadn't kept his promise, but I quickly dismissed it knowing I couldn't have resisted either.
I smiled and gave him a nod, tossed off our covers so he could see the whole show and so I could as well, and I cried out, "Oh man, oh man, CUM SHANEY CUM!!!" I let out a strangled cry and shoved myself as deep as possible into Steve's hot ass, pressing my pubic bone hard against his tailbone while my rock hard dick expelled a massive load of hot cream into the tip of the Trojan. I'd barely finished exploding and pulled an inch outward when the second load rushed down the tubes and I instinctively shoved myself back into Steve's ass as deeply as I could drive it. "Oh man, oh man, so freaking good!" I called out.
"Hell yeah, here I cum!" Steve cried out and began humping wildly into his hand and gyrating his ass cheeks against my hips while he spewed his second load into the sheets and pillow he was lying on. That heightened my own orgasm as I shoved myself into him a third, a fourth and a final fifth time. Then I collapsed on top of his back and he slid his knees downward out of the froggy position to rest. We lay there in a sexual heap, sweating and gasping for air. I laid my cheek on Steve's moist shoulder and looked at Whittaker who'd just started to buck his hips and spew his load. I smiled, pulled the covers back over Steve and me and relished the tingling glow of post orgasmic joy between two human lovers. Steve and I were both softly cooing. I slowly rubbed along his arms that were lying by his sides. I slipped my palms against his and we threaded our fingers together.
Amused, I watched Whittaker wipe up his mess and then drop his boxers onto the floor. He shifted toward the window away from the sticky mess he'd created and gave me a thumbs up before rolling over and pulling a pillow back over his head. As I finally started to wilt within my lover, I reached in, gripped the base of my shrinking dick and reluctantly pulled out. I slipped off the rubber and tied it off. I tossed it down next to Steve's vessel from earlier and then snuggled up to my hot boy. He turned his head toward me and we kissed. "I love you, Shane. I never thought it could happen to me, but it has. I really love you." I started to cry for joy and wrapped my arms and top leg around him. We kissed some more until we drifted into a deep, satisfying sleep.
The following morning, we awoke to find ourselves still wrapped around each other. I ran my fingers through Steve's hair and pled, "Tell me again."
"Tell you what?" Steve responded.
"Tell me again that you love me."
He smiled, and with a glint in his eye said, "I love you Shane Steele." Then he added, "Now I have a favor to ask from you."
"Name it, anything."
"Go brush your teeth. You have the worst morning breath I've ever smelled." Then he started to laugh as he started shoving me out of bed. I fought back playfully and purposely breathed into his face and each time I succeeded, he would pretend to cough and choke. It ended with him tickling me until we fell onto the floor in a laughing, giggling heap. I got a hand up into his armpit and my finger in his deep belly button and that sent him into a giggling fit. When we finally calmed down, I got up and picked up the used condoms and walked naked into the bathroom. Whittaker was still in bed with the covers over his head. I relieved myself and flushed the condoms. Then I obeyed Steve's request and brushed my teeth.
As I finished, Steve walked in wearing his boxers and dropped a pair on the counter for me. "I almost forgot we have a guest. You might want to put these on."
"I didn't forget, I just didn't care. He's seen enough of us by now there's no need to be modest in front of him. Did you notice his boxers on the floor?"
"No, not really. Why?" Steve asked.
"Because he, umm, soiled them while watching us make love last night."
"Ahh. I'm not surprised. You pissed over it?"
"At first I was, but I got over it quickly. I was too into what we were doing. I figured I'd be too curious to ignore what we were doing if it was me in his place," I said honestly. "I used to peek at Billy jacking off and he used to peek at me."
"Yeah, it's pretty normal to be curious."
"Hey guys," Whittaker said, appearing naked in the bathroom doorway. "I need to take a wicked piss, d'you mind?" He pointed at the toilet.
Steve slid over toward me and waved him in. As he stood at the toilet, I had a full view of his long body and his amazingly long dick to match. The stream of dark yellow urine that erupted from the tip sounded like the waterfall we'd skied out to the day before. I saw Steve's eyes focus on Whittaker's dick as well. Curiosity was definitely normal. He held his limp sausage in his right hand to allow us a full view in the mirror. He knew damn well we were staring but he didn't acknowledge it. "Thanks for letting me crash here last night," he said peeking into the mirror from the corner of his eye.
"Sure. A friend in need, right?" Steve said, shifting his gaze back toward my dick that had puffed up slightly from the soft porn show in the mirror.
Whittaker finished up, shook his long noodle, and milked it a couple of times before flushing. Then he pushed his way between us to wash his hands. After washing, he grabbed the hand towel off the counter and dried his hands before throwing an arm over both of our shoulders. "Just so you know, I'm happy for you guys. You got something awesome going on together. It's completely chill as far as I'm concerned."
"Thanks, dude," I said.
"Yeah, thanks," Steve added. "Remember your promise to keep quiet about it."
"Definitely. Lips are locked."
"See you downstairs in about forty-five minutes for breakfast then. Come packed so we can leave for the tour of the hot springs before heading back to Bozeman," I instructed him.
"K. I'll let Jensen know. Hopefully, he's all finished packing his prick into Valerie so I can get back in the room. I wouldn't be surprised to find them getting one last freak on for the road."
"Yeah, well don't be shy about interrupting them if they are. Enough's enough," I said.
"What about you two? You got some more penis packing to do before heading out?" He grinned in his mischievous manner and flicked his eyebrows while giving a couple of hip thrusts, causing his dick to flop back and forth.
"Not me," Steve said. "Shane wore me out last night. "I'll need a few days to recharge. I don't think I could even get it up without a little blue pill."
I blushed and bumped my shoulder into Steve's.
"What about you, Shaney?" Whittaker asked. "Are you still able to 'Cum Shaney, Cum' one more time?" Then he snickered. Steve tried not to, but he snickered too.
I blushed. "Fuckers!" I said. "For your information, I'm ready 24/7/365. I'm always up for it," I bragged. We all laughed and Whittaker slipped out to get dressed. A minute later he was waving goodbye as he headed back to his own room to harass Jensen.
When he left, Steve reached in and started the shower. We climbed in and embraced under the warm water. We soaped each other up and I got boned right off, but Steve, true to what he'd said, stayed soft. I kind of enjoyed playing with his limp dick, rolling the foreskin back and playing with the spongy head. I realized that this was the first time I'd ever handled another guy's soft penis. I was intrigued by squeezing the soft mass and fondling his dangling balls.
Once we'd lathered and rinsed each other's bodies, we took turns washing and conditioning each other's hair. I alternated from fully boned to semi-hard throughout our shower together. I was about to shut the water off, but Steve stopped me. He reached down and gripped my wrist and then guided me to the back wall of the tub and shower until my back and ass was pressed against the cool tile. He stepped and reached back to adjust the nozzle up as far as it would go. Then he knelt in front of me. The spray of the shower hit me about nipple high and cascaded down my chest, abs and groin, parting around my growing shaft. The warm water contrasted with the coolness of the tile on my backside.
I watched in rapt veneration as Steve reached out and almost worship-like took my balls into his left hand and drew the fingers of his other hand slowly down the shaft of my now, fully stiffened phallus. He leaned in, closed his eyes and kissed the tip of my dick before he drew my thickened shaft into his warm, welcoming mouth. Slowly, he began expertly working his tongue back and forth across my pulsating phallus with a look of absolute delight on his beautiful face. He gently sucked on me as he slid back and forth over my hardness while tickling and tugging my scrotum. He glanced upward, opening his eyes to gauge my level of satisfaction and when he saw how overwhelmed I was, his eyes sparkled. I smiled lovingly at him and he blinked away tears before closing his eyes and resuming the incredible fellatio on me in the most loving and gentle manner.
I ran my fingers through his hair and noticed the silhouette of the large bull elk that was stenciled on the shower curtain. It cast its shadow on my own strong bull servicing me and loving me in his amazingly unselfish way. He was all about making me happy. In no time at all, my body was threatening orgasm, in spite of my desire to have continue on for hours. I gripped his wet hair and directed the last few desperate thrusts into his warm mouth as I unloaded my sweet boy cream into his accepting throat. He effortlessly gulped down each shot of cream and the contractions of his throat increased the sensation on my electrified glans.
When it was over, I supported myself on his broad shoulders. He gently dragged his tongue along the underside of my urethra to milk out the last drops of cream. Then he slipped off my softening dick, kissed the tip a couple times and rose up to his feet. He embraced me, pulling me tight against his body and kissed me on the lips. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he reenacted the fellatio experience using my tongue as I tasted the remnants of my offering on his tongue and the roof of his mouth. I retracted my tongue after a couple of minutes and kissed his lips. "Thank you," I muttered.
He kissed me back and said, "You're welcome. How was it?"
"Un-freaking-believable!" I exclaimed with another kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Your pleasure is my pleasure, Shane. I love making you happy." We kissed a bit more before he shut the water off and said, "We should get going."
"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "I guess we have to."
"It's been wonderful, Shane. Thanks for bringing me here to kick off our New Year together. I'm not used to such kindness."
I smiled in satisfaction to know I'd pleased him. We dried off quickly, dragged a comb through our damp hair and dressed. While we were packing, I picked up the sex bag and chuckled. "Remember I told you I had a funny story for you last night, but it needed to wait for morning?"
"That's right. I was wondering about that."
"Well you remember how long it took for me to get back to the party after dinner?"
"Yes. I realize now you were up here setting up the candles and stuff, but it took you long enough."
"Well, that's the funny part." I proceeded to tell Steve about getting naked while setting things up and looking for the sex bag only to discover it down the hall in the tree planter box. I related how I got locked out and he laughed his ass off. Then I described my ordeal as little Daniel came to go pee and how I helped him get in and then about me hiding in their shower while his parents were right there in the bathroom. Steve stopped laughing and grew more and more serious. When I finished telling him about stuffing the key in my ass crack, he was actually scowling. "What?" I finally asked.
"We need to skip breakfast and just get out of here," he said sternly.
"What? Why? What's wrong?"
"Are you really that naive?" Steve asked. "What if that little kid tells his parents about you and what happened?"
"Nothing happened."
"You were naked and alone in the hotel room of a small boy. You pulled his pants down for him and he touched your dick. That's enough to put you in jail. It's better if we just get the hell out of here as fast as we can so that if that kid does tell his parents, we won't be here to confront and they may just let it go. If we're here, though, Lord only knows what might happen if they confront us. I can't believe I've been put in a position like this. How could you think that was a good idea?"
"What has this got to do with you? I was the only one involved. You weren't. And besides, he's not going to tell or he would have already. Chill. Besides, if he did tell them, I'd just deny it. My word against a six year old's."
Steve took me firmly by the arm and dragged me out to the hall. He pointed at a camera "No. You don't have any idea how serious this could be. They'd know you were naked out here and see you going in the room with him. And I'd be guilty by association and you'd be even guiltier by association with me. We need to leave, now. C'mon, finish packing and let's go."
I was speechless at this point. I'd never seen Steve so upset and anxious and over something that should have just been funny. But he didn't find it funny at all. I started to ask why, but I couldn't find the right words so I just let it go and finished packing in uncomfortable silence. We made a final check before heading downstairs.
Jensen and Whittaker had not arrived downstairs yet so while I was checking out, Steve went into the restaurant and ordered some OJ and muffins for breakfast. When the two of them did finally show up, Whittaker started to complain about not staying for breakfast, so to prevent Steve from blurting out why, I told Whittaker that Steve just wanted to hurry and go see the amazing natural wonders around Mammoth Hot Springs. Whittaker stopped his whining when I said that. I think Steve intimidated him a bit for some reason. Jensen stood there expressionless, speechless, and looking seriously sleep deprived.
Steve couldn't get us out of the lobby and on the road fast enough and herded us out the door. We ate the muffins and drank the juice as we drove up to see the famous hot mineral springs formations surrounding the lodge area. While we ate, Jensen replayed his experience with Valerie. "I'll never be a virgin again," he said. That made me laugh and then Whittaker started calling him, 'Virgin No More'. He blushed and protested, but he really liked it.
Whittaker kept prodding him for details and Jensen finally spilled his guts. "Well, when we first got to my room, I put the sign on the door so Whittaker would know we were in there like we'd arranged," Jensen began. "I was already so boned and horny from dancing with her that I was worried about busting my nut before we even got around to actually doing it." We snickered at him.
"So I walk back in after locking the door and she's sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I sat next to her and didn't even have the slightest idea what to say. I just sort of stared at my hands and then I asked if she wanted to watch some TV. TV? Can you believe I asked her if she wanted to watch TV? God, how lame was that?"
"Seriously lame, dude," Whittaker agreed. We all nodded in agreement.
"She says like, not really or something like that and suggests playing some music on the clock radio thing. But, there was only static and I was getting frustrated but that was actually kind of good because it helped my boner relax a little bit. Then she came up behind me and just turned it off and said never mind about the music. I turned to face her and she licked her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and we started kissing and making out like wild animals and 'BOING!' instant boner time again.
"Cool. Then what?" I asked.
"She said, 'if you have protection, we could do it if you want.'" Jensen gulped. "I'll never forget her voice whispering that in my ear. Never. Like never, ever. I started to shake and couldn't stop. I told her I did have some, thanks to you, Shane."
"My pleasure, dude."
Jensen continued, "I kind of said something like, how do you want to, umm, you know, do it?"
"She smiled at me and said we should take a shower first and she turned around and had me unzip her dress, clear down her back to where he ass crack started. Then she asked me to undo her bra and I was so nervous, my hands were like shaking and I couldn't hardly get it. I didn't exactly get how for a minute, because I never like, umm, did that before. With her back to me, she peeled it off her shoulders and pushed it down her hips and stepped out of it and then she turned around and I was just staring at her naked breasts and her nipples were like big. I never realized girls' nipples were so big. I mean they were like BIG." We all laughed at him again.
"Go on," we prodded.
"So I was just standing there staring like a little boy, practically drooling on myself. God, it's embarrassing to even think about now. She asked if I liked them and I like nodded because I couldn't even speak and she like took my hands and pulled them up onto her breasts and I swear I almost shot my wad right there. I played with them for a minute before she started undressing me and before I knew it, we were both naked. Completely naked - not even my socks. I was naked in front of a real live girl and she touched my bone. She just started touching it. She touched it all over. And my balls, she even touched my balls, dragging her long fingernails across them. I was like just shaking and shaking and she thought that was cute. She asked if I was a first timer and I admitted I was and she was happy about that. She kind of was too. She'd never really had one in her before but she'd done pretty much everything else."
"Sweeet!" Whittaker said. "You're both Virgins No More."
"Then we went into the shower and got in and we washed off the sweat and stink from all the dancing and stuff. Then she came up behind me and reached around with soapy hands and started stroking my bone and son of a bitch, if I didn't just blow my load right there in the freaking shower. It just happened like out of my control. I groaned and apologized and she kept saying it's okay, don't worry about it and claiming she liked that she'd made me cum. She kept rubbing me until I'd finished cumming and then she shut the water off and got out. I almost started to cry."
"That sucks, dude," Steve sympathized. "So you really are still a virgin, it seems. Technically speaking."
"Nope," Jensen said, hitching himself up straighter and all proud like. "She said it was okay I'd cum in the shower and it was probably best for my first time. She said we could go lay in bed naked and make out some more and she could show me how she likes to be touched and then I'd probably be able to go all the way with her later. And, she was right. We got in bed and she was showing me how to touch her to make her feel good and she got all mushy and was squirming around when Whittaker here starts pounding on my door wanting in. Fucker."
"Hey, security was on my ass to get out of the hallways. Luckily, Shane and Steve took pity on me."
"Well there was no way I was stopping what we were doing. Once you quit pounding on the door, I went back to playing with Valerie's little nub and she grabbed my hand and started moving it quickly all of a sudden and then she arched her back and started crying out and jerking just like us guys do when we cum. It was so awesome. I made her cum. I actually gave her an oh-gasm. After she finished, she wanted me in her like immediately. She was all grabbing for the rubber and ripping it open and rolling it on my dick that was hard again, of course."
"Nice, dude," I said.
"Way nice. Then she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her and I was stabbing at her trying to find the opening and she got impatient and reached in and guided my dick into her freaking wet cunt and I just slid right in. Whoosh! I slid into home plate and scored. I was in there like greased lightning. I was like, 'Whoa! My dick's inside a freaking vagina!' and then my body instincts just took over and I started humping her like my dog, Bones, does to my Aunt Jewell's leg when she visits. I think it's her perfume or something. Anyway, Valerie's all like moaning and throws her legs up in the air and she grabs my ass while I'm pumping her and then ..." He paused and relived the moment right before our eyes. "Then, I had the dopest, most awesomest, best ever cumshot explosion of my freaking life!"
"Sweeeet!" Whittaker said. "Good for you, you little fucker." Whittaker reached into his pants and rearranged his big dick. "You got me going, dude. I'm all boned up and horny now."
"You're always boned and horny. That's nothing new. I think you were born with a boner. The doctor probably had to use the forceps on you twice, once for your big head on your shoulders and once for your big dick head on top of your boner," Jensen said.
"Funny, dude. So'd you sleep together all night or did she leave after the deed was done?" Whittaker asked.
"We slept together. After I cummed so hard, I thought I was gonna like pass freakin' out. I collapsed on her and she wrapped her arms and legs around me while I got back to more normal. Then she suddenly wanted me out of her and she almost panicked when I started to pull out without holding onto the rubber. I guess someone warned her that if a guy did that, she could get cum in her, so I reached in and held it on tight while I pulled out of her. Then we showered together again and lay in bed making out for a while until we fell asleep. Her roommate pounded on the door this morning until she woke us up because they were supposed to be meeting downstairs for breakfast and then leaving. Before she left, though, she let me make her cum again. I love doing that. Then after she left, I showered and Whittaker showed up."
"Holy fuck, I gotta get some relief. I'm gonna jack off back here," Whittaker declared.
"What? No," Steve protested. "Someone might see you and we'll get in trouble."
"No one will see, except Jensen if he's interested."
"I'm not!" Jensen declared.
"Well, I'm fucking doing it. Jensen's story's got me going." True to his word and against Steve's wishes, Whittaker jerked open his pants and pulled them down off his butt to his thighs. His large dick sprang free, rising from his patch of bright red pubic hair and large balls. He grasped it with both hands and started jerking himself off in a mad dash to the finish line. There was nothing more on his mind than blowing his load. He made little 'uh, uh, uh' grunting sounds as he worked his big dick. Steve just shook his head and stared out the window. There really was not much chance anyone would see him. I reached up and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible in adjusting the mirror for a view.
"Hey Jensen, wanna have a go?" Whittaker asked, offering up his dick.
"Fuck no! Ewww!" Jensen scowled.
Whittaker snorted a laugh and pulled his shirt off before resuming his assault on his giant redwood. "Yeah, baby, here it fucking comes!" He arched his back, lifting his ass off the seat and erupted like a geyser, blowing acrid smelling cream all over his neck, chest and abs. Then he dropped back onto the seat and milked out the last of his cumshot before grabbing a handful of napkins left over from our muffin breakfast to wipe up with.
"You're a Neanderthal, you know that, Whittaker?" Jensen said, hugging the door on his side for fear any of Whittaker's cum might get on him.
"You really are," Steve agreed. I just kept silent and replaced the mirror to its proper position. I had no personal interest in Whittaker whatsoever, but he was a bit of a porn show, I had to admit. Our chatter moved away from sex after that and we arrived at our first destination. We got out and pulled on our coats before heading down a boardwalk structure toward the most amazing, colorful, natural hot springs. Steam rose from cascading terraces of limestone deposits forced up from the earth's interior with the boiling water. As the limestone and other minerals cooled in the open air, it formed multi-layered plateaus of beautifully colored steps. It is truly an amazing display of nature at her best.
We took pictures of ourselves with our phones using the limestone formations as backdrops. Steve stopped and read almost every plaque along the way, filing away more trivia into that amazing brain of his. Jensen leaned against a railing and was gazing off into the distance. I presumed he'd left us and was reliving his experience from the night before. We were about to leave when I heard a familiar voice. "SHAAAAAANE!" the small voice called out. I turned around as Daniel rushed up and wrapped himself around me, his face embarrassingly close to my manhood. I pulled him away as his father strode up quickly towards us. My heart started racing. Steve looked away from the plaque he'd been reading and moved deftly in front of me, his shoulder just ahead of mine and between the boy's father and me. The mother was not with them, thank God.
"You boys left very early," Daniel's father said. "I wanted to talk to you."
My heart sank with those words, but I noticed Steve stiffen slightly and clench a fist. He had my back. I realized he'd come up to help protect me. It was so flattering to me that I almost didn't care what Daniel's father might accuse me of.
"If this is about the other night ..." I wasn't sure how to phrase it.
"It is," the boy's father interjected. "Daniel told me all about it."
"Oh fuck," I thought. "Steve was right."
Being curious, Whittaker and Jensen moved up into our circle.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to have another one out to you soon. If you have comments, I'm always open to them and love to hear from my readers. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Thanks again, as always, to my editors, Paul and Flip.
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