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All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of 18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each other.
Gaining Silver - Chapter 7
I didn't know what to say to him when I stood up beside him. The slightly salty yet delicious taste of his straight teenage boy spunk was still present on my tongue and I could feel, and smell, the rest of the load he's shot over my messy auburn hair and pale skin. My cock was rock-hard in my pants but there was no way that I was going to reach down and take it out or try to get myself off. This moment hadn't been about that. This had been about Luke helping me, giving something to me that he knew that I wanted. It sounds odd to suggest that letting someone suck your dick and swallow your spunk is an act of selflessness but, for us, that really is how it was. Well, to a degree at least. I still wasn't sure how this was going to affect things moving forward and there was a very real possibility that our friendship had just become messy beyond repair. However, I know that, if I hadn't done it, then the level of hurt that Luke had been feeling would have ended our friendship anyway. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place; at least the hard place had been Luke's 6.5-inch uncut cock this time.
I guess he didn't know what to say either because the majority of the journey back to camp was silent. When I'd fallen earlier, I'd hurt my ankle and not quite realised the extent of the damage. It was feeling better as time passed on but I was having to use Luke to rest on to help me hobble my way back through the trees and towards our camp. The only times we spoke were to discuss factual things like how best for us to walk over or around an obsticle or him checking I was alright after hearing me grimace when I placed too much weight on my leg. It reminded me of the time that we'd wanked together and the silence that had followed that. I hoped that this wouldn't be like that time and that we wouldn't just move on and pretend that it'd never happened. But maybe it was for the best if we did. I don't know: I was just so confused with the situation that I found myself in.
Then, of course, there were Oliver and David. The taller boy was easier to deal with; the circle jerk style wank that had taken place between us before Luke had run off was just sexual. There was no attraction there above lust and, as David had said himself, he usually only messed around with boys because it was fun but he was more attracted to relationships with girls. Oliver, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. I was quickly becoming obsessed with that beautiful shorty and, now that I'd begun to accept that Luke was off the table, he was becoming a far more attractive prospect. I had no idea how he felt, of course, and I didn't really want to get into more than just the fun we'd been having just yet anyway. That emptiness that I'd felt when I realised the Luke and I were never going to happen was still present and it wouldn't be fair to me or Oliver just to try and stick him across that like a plaster. In short, my head was well and truly fucked: a total mess that I didn't stand a chance of sorting out really. Ultimately, I decided to just do what was easiest - let things unfold as they wanted, have a bit of fun along the way and be open-minded to whatever was going to come along.
When I hobbled back into camp, both of the two boys waiting there rushed over to me. Luke helped me sit down on the floor and told the concerned pair that I'd hurt my ankle. "What's happened?" Oliver said, the panic clearly showing in his voice. He rolled back my trouser leg and started to examine my leg. He slid off my trainer and slowly rolled down my sock so expose more of my ankle. All three of the boys looked closely at it, having all received some medical first aid training before coming out on this expedition. "It might be broken!" one of the exclaimed. "Don't be silly!" another replied, "It it were broken, there'd be a lot of bruising." "Are you sure?" "It's probably just sprained." They continued to discuss this amongst each other for the follow 5 minutes until, eventually, I piped up and interupted them: "Guys! It's fine. It's already starting to feel better. It's just sore but it'll ease up. I might just have to take things slowly today, that's all." "Shit," David remarked, "We still have to do another few hours worth of treking today. Do you think you'll be up for it?" "Yeah," I tried to reassure the 3 worried boys, "I might just need to stop more often or maybe use something to help me walk." "You can rest on me!" Oliver added quickly and then blushed as he realised how eager he'd been to volunteer his support. To be honest, I thought it was kind of cute and I shot him a quick smile. The look on his face changed from embarassment to confusion though as he studied my face. Oh shit - he must have seen the remains of Luke's load that I still hadn't cleaned away yet. Quickly, I made my excuses and got Luke to help me back up. As fast as I could hobble, I made my way into the tent to get some wipes to clean up with.
I'd half expected Oliver to follow me in and ask me questions about what had happened but he didn't. I couldn't decide whether I was happy about that or not - I really didn't want to talk about Luke or have to answer any awkward questions but, at the same time, I was left wondering whether Oliver wasn't really bothered about seeing my face covered in another lad's spunk. I suppose that didn't really mean anything though; he, David and I had all just played around before I left to chase after Luke anyway so he clearly wasn't the possessive type. If, indeed, he wanted to 'possess' me at all. Fuck, I thought everything was supposed to be much more straight forward when it was just us guys with no girls to make it all complicated.
Changing my clothes and wiping my face and hair, I managed to get what I believed to be all of the cum off me. There wasn't much I could do about the smell given that we were in the middle of nowhere and unable to just hop into the shower but I figured that I'd have smelled like spunk anyway after last night and this morning. To try and cover it up, I sprayed a bunch of deodrant - over using it as most teenage boys do - and hoped that that would do.
I wasn't alone in the tent for very long; the other boys all joined me in order for us to pack up all of our things. If the journey was going to have to be slower as a result of my ankle then we needed to set off rather quickly. A sly smile crept onto my face as I noticed Oliver reach over to my bed in order to collect up the dirty boxers I'd been sniffing the night before. It changed to pure embarassment, however, when David exclaimed that he couldn't find his socks and I had to pick them up from the side of my bed and hand them to him. At first, I couldn't look him in the ear - the embarassment so severe - but when I did, he had the biggest grin on his face and gave me a cheeky wink before putting the dirty socks into his bag. Despite the fact that I've stroked his cock this morning, had his cum on me and he'd seen me with another lad's spunk all over me, I felt embarassed about him realising that I'd been sniffing his socks. Still, you never know what it might lead to - David did seem like the outgoing type once he realised that someone else might be into him.
We took the journey to our next camp site at a steady pace. Oliver and I were both tired after our night's activities and, with my ankle, I couldn't move very fast anyway. That gave the beautiful twink time to seek me out and question me about what had happened with Luke. "So... he was pretty annoyed when he ran off," Oliver said to me, phrasing it as a statement but the inflection in his voice indicated that it was definitely a question and he was wanting more information from me. "Yeah..." I left it at that. I didn't know what to say really. How do you tell a boy that you're interested in that you spent the morning sucking on your best friend's cock? I definitely wanted to mess around with Oliver again and was eager to see what it might lead to but, if I told him, would that put him off? Would he care? Hell, would it turn him on? All three were possibilities; I really didn't know him all that well yet. Despite my evasiveness, the little cutie continued to probe me for more answers. "Why was he so cross? Is it because he saw us together?" There was a real worry in his voice as he said this. Yes, he may have just been wanting to know what had gone on but it was clear that Oliver was worried about me too. I couldn't just brush him off again. "Kind of. I've not really done much before and he maybe thought that..." I let my voice trail off. Oliver's reaction was one was shock: "Oh wow! Is he gay too?" "No," I replied, "He's... he's just a good friend. Besides... what do you mean by 'gay too'?" I faked shock in my voice and Oliver couldn't help but burst into laughter. He informed me that, if I hadn't already been gay, I definitely was after last night. "Yeah... yeah I am," I said as I prepared to say the words for the first time, "I'm gay."
We walked in silence for a little bit then. I could tell he wanted to ask me more but he seemed so hesitant, as if he was worried that, by asking a question, I'd pull away from him. Eventually, the weight of the silence became too much for me and I decided to prompt him into it. "So, you clearly want to ask me something, Oliver." He blushed - a deep crimson coating his freckled cheeks - but he just mumbled something about it being fine. I wasn't going to let this become an issue for us so I pushed on. "You want to ask me about what Luke and I did, don't you?" "Well," he began after a few moments, "You came back with..." "With his cum on my face," I finished the sentence and, in doing so, confirmed that what Oliver had thought he'd seen had been really there. I couldn't quite read his reaction but I didn't have long to wait before he laid it all out there in the open. "That's so..." he began, "So... really hot!" He smiled at me, a twinkle clearly visable in his eyes. "Oh yeah?" I laughed, surprised but happy with his response to what had happened. "Yeah! Like... you've been with everyone on the trip now." He was right. I'd messed around with every lad here and, what's more, they all knew about it. We had one night left together and it seemed like we were going into it loaded with sexual tension. We walked the majority of the way to the new side exactly like that - quietly enjoying each other's company - with one difference. At some point along the way, Oliver's hand found its way into my own.
Hey guys. A little something extra here: the boys are going to play truth or dare again on their second night but this time they are all aware of each other's sexualities and what's happened on the trip. I'm looking for as many suggestions for questions or dares for the boys to do - please email me some or message me on the tumblr and I'll try to work in as many as I can into the next chapter or two.
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