The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit events between men. If for any reason you shouldn't be reading this, don't read it!
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.
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Hi, this is Tim Mead. This story is the first of what I hope will be a series of "alternate universe" stories involving the characters from my series, "Dr. Tim and the Boys." Several of my writer friends and some of my readers have suggested ideas for situations or events involving "my guys." This is the first of what I hope will be many chapters involving the characters from the "Tim" series which couldn't realistically fit into that story.
This chapter was co-written by Tom Wyatt, Patrick Young, and yours truly. If you like it, please write to one of us at the addies below.
Chapter 1: A-Rovin' Timmead88@yahoo.com Onesillyrat@aol.com (Tom W.) Claycub51@yahoo.com (Patrick)
TREY:
It was a perfect Sunday morning. The sun shone brightly, the air was mild.
"Trey, babe, I've been pondering."
Thus spake my buddy and lover Chaz to me.
"Oh?" said I.
"Jeez, you sound just like Tim!"
"How can I sound like Tim? I only said `Oh,'" said I.
"Yeah, but that's so like Tim! You don't even notice it."
"And? Is that good or bad?" For a moment this had become serious. I decided I really wanted to know.
"Good," said Chaz. "I like that special bond you two have. It's good for both of you. I'm not jealous, if that's what you mean. Is it?"
"Yeah, basically that's it. I'm glad you see it that way. So what have you been pondering, oh tall one?"
"Remember the one time we all went hiking? The night we were lying around in front of the fire, talking? Somebody said that thing about the stars, that they might be long gone, even then as their light reached us."
"Yes, lover, I remember. What about that night?"
"I want to be with you in the out-of-doors again. Just you and me this time, stud."
"Neat idea. You really are a romantic, you know that?"
"That's not all."
"So, what else is on your mind? You've got me curious about where this is heading."
"I want to make love to you outside. Like you did with Raul. I want to take you to some nice, secluded place. Then I want to fuck you senseless under the sun, and later I want to lick your tender chute while the birdies and the little animals watch us."
I laughed at the way Chaz put it, but a heat wave coursed through my body when I heard his words. I didn't have to think twice. I didn't think at all.
"Yeah," I croaked. "Fine with me. When?"
That's how this adventure started. And here I was, toiling with said Chaz through woods godforsaken. Wading through mud no Nike sneaker had ever sunk in. Falling into ivy no human ass had ever crunched before and which I hoped wasn't the poison kind. Getting bitten by mosquitos that never before had tasted human blood but seemed to like it just fine.
All because Chaz and I wanted to be very sure the place for our open-air fuck-fest was secluded enough. Far, far away from any signs of civilization. Yeah.
I thought we'd reached that place right after the first, say 500 yards, when my left foot landed in that mud puddle mentioned above. Maybe I would have seen that puddle if my gaze hadn't been locked on Chaz's ass. That was two hours and 52 curses ago. I guess I'd been bitching some since then. That backpack got heavier with each step, too. I think I must have been carrying all the beer and water, hell, even the lube! I remembered that I had forgotten to take my flashlight out of the backpack, too. I wonder if Chaz had ANYTHING in his.
At one point Chaz must have had enough of my muttering. He turned `round, and shoved his substantial middle finger under my nose, in a universal gesture as old as humankind.
"YOU'RE giving ME the finger?" I asked in a sulky voice.
"Suck," he commanded. I did, and got it good and wet in the process. Then he turned me around and ordered me to take a position bent over, hands resting on a moss-covered fallen tree trunk. Within seconds he had my jeans around my ankles and that finger deep inside my ass. He fucked me with it thoroughly, hitting my nut over and over. Soon he added a second finger. Didn't take long and he had me groaning, in heat. Must have been the surroundings, that primeval feeling I was having there in the woods, the certainty we wouldn't be overheard.
Seconds before the point of no return, he pulled his fingers out. Jesus! I stood, leaned against a nearby tree, panting, even drooling, my hole twitching hungrily. My fingers were kind of clawing at the bark. I knew if I let loose I'd throttle my lover, big as he was.
"Come on, hotstuff," Chaz exclaimed cheerfully, giving my ass a hearty slap, "let's walk some more."
I wanted to kill him. But I wanted him to fuck me first. Reasonable guy that I am, I just told him, "I'll kill you later for this, okay?"
"Huh?"
"Don't ask. Say, how far do you want to go? Remember, we have to get back, too."
"Damn, you're right. We'd better not go much further, especially since you'll be having trouble walking later."
Of course, my cock pulsed and dribbled and my hole twitched at those words.
"Chaz, if you don't start fucking me right now--"
"What then?"
"Then I'll have to molest the mag-lite I brought, dammit!"
"Hey, I'd love to watch that, Trey babe," he chuckled. "But since it's probably MY mag-lite you're talking about, and we're pretty much in the middle of nowhere here, I think I can give you the real thing!"
With a few efficient moves my partner spread a blanket out atop the fallen oak and maple leaves, shed his clothes, and reclined every splendid inch of his 6'5" body on it. His substantial tool seemed just as hard and eager as mine, moist tip and all. He grabbed it around the base with one hand, waved it at me invitingly, and said, "Come on, boy. Ride me!"
With that incentive I got rid of my clothes in record speed. I figured that after that finger fuck of his I didn't need much prepping. And -- I wanted his cock to open me up! So I fumbled the lube from my backpack, applying it quickly but generously all over his shaft. Then I crouched over him as he aimed his weapon at my expectant chute.
Slowly, I impaled myself on it, inch by inch. It was a tight stretch, as always, and more than usually so today. Yes, it hurt a bit, but I couldn't have stopped my descent for the world. I needed to have all of him inside me, and now! Besides I knew from experience the pain would be gone fast.
I don't know if lions have a battle call. But that's what my scream was when I took the last, thick inch. "JESUS!" Chaz bellowed. "Don't move, Trey, or I'm gonna come. God, you're tight!"
"Yeah." I couldn't have moved anyway. It felt like the tip of my lover's dick was touching my sternum. We both remained still. After a while Chaz's cock began to get harder and harder inside of me, and it sort of stirred. His tiniest, most minute movements seemed like earthquakes to me. It was somehow a new experience, unlike any of the plethora of times we had shagged each other before. I thought I might become an enthusiastic bottom. But I was on top, wasn't I?"
As slowly as I had slid down his shaft, I began to move up on it now. We whimpered, hissed, and groaned as I set an excruciatingly slow pace for our love-making. Slow, but steady. Inevitable, like the cries we were uttering. Very slowly, I increased the pace. Chaz responded by starting to fuck into me with powerful thrusts. And our groans, gasps, and shouts got louder and hoarser.
My head thrown back in ecstasy, I rode my lover and myself to completion, culmination, fruition. It was a wild ride, and when I reached my climax it was shattering. Chaz started coming only seconds after me, shouting "Oh, Tiger! Tiger! Fuck yeah!"
I was "burning bright" for sure, still shooting jets of pearly cum all over us when his hot seed started flooding me. It was magical. In that second we were one with the world. As Chaz had promised, the sun was shining down on us, filtering through the red, orange, and yellow leaves of autumn.
We were both panting and wheezing like crazy, and yes, giggling, too, when the applause started. I froze. Chaz mumbled "What the hell?!"
When I opened my eyes, and believe me, I really didn't want to at that moment, I saw a group of guys coming forward from behind a group of bushes. I counted six of them, and they were all built, too.
"Oh, shit," I groaned. I just knew that in seconds we'd be mincemeat. Even though Chaz and I are in really good shape, we wouldn't be able to take six guys. Not hunks like these, anyway. I saw Chaz reach the same conclusion. I closed my eyes again. Strangely, I quit being afraid. Rather, there was this great, quiet blank in my mind. As if I were wrapped in cotton batting.
The sound of voices made it to my ears, words to my brain.
"That's the hottest thing I've seen in a loooong time!"
"Hey, what about my hot ass, huh?"
"Honey, that just about gave me the vapors. Somebody give me a fan!"
"Oh, shut up, Patrick! Everything gives you the vapors."
"Talk about ME? Evan, you voyeur, as if that wasn't drool running off your chin while YOU were gawking!"
The one called Evan responded, "Ha! I saw YOU boning up as soon as Ash made us be quiet back there!"
Patrick came right back: "And just why were you looking at MY crotch with such a scene before us, slut?"
"Just you wait `till I get you back to your own bed, horndawg!"
The one referred to as Ash looked at me and said, "I wouldn't mind a piece of that!"
Since they hadn't introduced themselves, Chaz and I didn't know the names of the rest. One of them responded, "And I wanna suck all that cum out of him!" (Meaning me, I presume.)
"Hey, guys, since we missed the beginning, would you do it again for us?"
"Oh yeah! Good idea! Maybe we could join in? All of a sudden I'm feeling very hungry!"
"God, Tommy, you're such a slut!"
Then Chaz's voice. "Tiger, I think we've died and gone to Gay Heaven."
So great was my relief, all that tension had to dissipate somehow. I collapsed, laughing hysterically on my lover's chest. I just couldn't calm down. I wound up with six, no seven, guys patting my back and shoulders, mumbling soothingly "Now, now, relax."
In the end, Chaz shut me up with a kiss.
They applauded again.
Turned out those guys were the members of a gay hiking group. I think Chaz and I made their day. The said they needed to be on their way and hoped they hadn't really ruined our moment.
Even though we were both still without a stitch of clothing, Chaz and I stood up to say farewell to these merry men. They insisted on giving us both hugs. I noticed that Tommy got a good feel of Chaz's ass, and I think it was Mickey who cupped his hand under my balls and gave me a wet kiss to go with the hug.
Then they hiked away. As Chaz and I were pulling on our clothes, we heard them begin to sing
"Humidity's rising, Barometer's getting low. According to all sources, The wood's the place to go.
It's raining men, Hallelujah, it's raining men.
Every specimen, Tall, blond, dark, and mean, Rough and tough and strong and lean.
It's raining men, Hallelujah it's raining men, Amen.
I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get Absolutely soaking wet."
One of the guys, we figured probably the one they called Patrick, was singing in a falsetto, an octave above everybody else.
We laughed at those characters until our sides hurt. They seemed totally gay, totally uninhibited, and totally happy! What a blast!
"I don't know about you, Tiger," Chaz said, still chuckling, "but after all that I'm not budging until I get something to eat."
"You DO mean the sandwiches, I hope."
He grinned. "What else?"
So we sat back down on the blanket and munched deviled ham sandwiches and drank tepid beer.
As we hiked back to the Tahoe, said I to my lover, "You know, Greeley, I contracted for `birdies and little animals,' but not a fuckin' audience. Those guys were funny, but I don't see myself as the star of a porn scene. So the next time you get any atavistic urges, keep them to yourself or, so help me, I WILL kill you."
The oaf smiled at me and said, "Well, at least they applauded, Tiger."
Then I followed him through the woods, paying more attention to his jeans-clad posterior than to the supposed beauties of autumn in Ohio.
[There may be more chapters . . .]