Copyright 2006 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved.
Next installment in a short novel about friendship, growth, and different kinds of love, in different combinations, between five high-school boys.
First warning; this story can be very sexual. If I were to code it properly, it might be (BBBBB/group/oral/anal/mast/rimming/awholebunchelse). Be aware.
Second warning; the characters sometimes talk about politics, the potential for a military draft, and the state of the U.S. and the world, among other aspects of their lives. They have some fairly strong opinions, as people will do. Offense to any reader is not intended.
More after the end of this chapter. Thanks for reading . . . .
Gang of Five -- Part Three
Chapter 9
Liam didn't arrive for another hour or so; but when he did, he made an entrance.
We -- Zach, me, Tim and Jarod -- had been splashing around, lazily, with breaks to get some more ice water, to sit out on the pool deck, and just talk a little more. Filling in some of the gaps left by three years apart; getting used to each other, again, maybe.
And yeah, back to getting a little physical with each other, too; me still holding back, some, still feeling like a perv for needing so badly to touch them, to feel their bodies, but feeling so good when I got hugged, or someone rubbed up against me.
And all that body contact -- it wasn't completely sexual, there was a lot of just, plain, physical comfort and love behind it -- but it wasn't completely innocent, either . . .
I was at least semi-hard a lot of the time, even in the water. I think we all were. And I could tell, it was at least a little deliberate; a way to kind of build up the sexual tension, slowly, tease each other, tickle each other here and there, on a nipple, at the top of a buttcrack, get ready for --
Well, get ready for Liam, as it turned out.
I was the one playing with the big Swedish ball, this time, trying to balance myself on it, in the water underneath me; Zach was swimming graceful laps, two at a time, underwater, and Tim and Jarod were murmuring to each other, off to one side of the pool. Zach's body was so beautiful, one shade of smooth skin from head to toe, dappled with sunlight from the ripples on the surface, as he swam.
"Hey!" came from over the fence, at the back gate.
"We're back here!" called out Jarod, over Tim's shoulder; they were standing up in the water, spooned, Tim's back to Jarod's front. I saw Tim reach out a foot to interrupt Zach's lap, and Zach came up, blowing and shaking the water out of his hair.
There was a sound of a key in the lock, and then Liam was through the gate, standing there.
I should have been prepared by now; but I wasn't. The Liam in my mind was still thirteen years old; this Liam was over six feet -- Liam had always been the biggest of us - - with blond hair as curly as mine, and what looked like more muscles than any of us. Still with the piercing blue eyes, though; and right now, they were locked on mine. I was kind of gaping at him.
"Liam! About time," Jarod called out.
"Come on in," went Zach, as the spring pulled the gate closed.
Liam set down the backpack he was carrying, still with his eyes locked on mine. He started walking directly towards me; with one hand he reached in a back pocket, and flipped his wallet carelessly out on the ground; and then -- without breaking step -- he kind of walked out of his flip-flops, marched right down the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool, and pushed his way through the water to me, and in another second, I was in his arms being squeezed tight --
And getting kissed, harder and more forcefully than I'd ever gotten kissed in my life. And deep; his tongue was between my lips in a second. And then, as shouts of laughter from the other three of us was ringing in my ears, he pulled away.
"Li-am!" Zach groaned out, between laughs.
"Dude," said Liam, back to looking straight in my eyes, his hand on the back of my neck. "Don't you EVER go away for so long again, you hear?" Then his mouth was on mine again; and I could feel his hard-on through his wet pants.
Liam's always been bigger than the rest of us in that department, too.
Well -- except for Tim. Of course.
"Liam," I dimly heard, as he worked me over with his mouth -- "your cell?"
"Oh, shit!" Liam almost pushed me away, looking panicked as he patted his pockets underwater; then he relaxed. "Oh, good. It's in my backpack."
More laughter. "Is that," began Tim, and then he locked for a second, still laughing; then he went on, "a phone in your pocket, or are you just glad to see us?"
"Liam," went Zach, a little more seriously but still laughing, "what the hell -- ?"
"Hey," went Liam, putting an arm around my waist, "I couldn't wait to see Christian again, okay?" Another strong, deep, makeout kind of wet kiss. "Besides, I won't need clothes tonight, will I?"
"Or tomorrow, unless we go out somewhere. Okay; let's get you out of these." Zach, still grinning, moved in to start undressing him, and I pushed myself away a little, and started fumbling at his shirt buttons.
"Christian," said Liam, still holding my neck, and searching my face -- "God, it's good to see you." His eyes drifted over my chest, and down through the water. "And, God, you've grown. You look -- beautiful, dude."
"So do you. I've . . . really missed you," I said, trying to work on his second shirt button.
If you've ever tried to undress a wet boy, in a pool -- it's actually pretty hard. But fun.
"And you're, like, really back here for good? You're not just visiting, or something, right?" Those blue eyes boring into mine, again; his hand on my neck, and another on my waist.
At his side, Zach took a deep breath, and ducked down; to work on Liam's pants.
"Here for good. As far as I've figured out," I said, moving to his third button. I felt him look at me a second, then his mouth was on mine, again, and his tongue was in me --
And I was really, really hard. I mean -- I'd challenge anyone, even a straight boy, to make out with Liam and not get rock-hard.
Down below, I felt a hand on my dick; Zach's. A second later I felt something else -- something wonderful -- there; I looked down, as a cloud of bubbles came up to the surface.
Zach's head came up in a rush, and he gasped for air; he panted a little, said "Blow job," to the space between the two of us, kissed me real fast, pecked Liam quickly on the lips, and ducked back down again.
"Cool," went Liam, as I opened the front of his shirt. "Way cool. Christian, we've got so much to catch up on . . . "
"Like Candace?" asked Jarod, as he and Tim floated up. "Hey, Liam." He kissed Liam - - wetly -- on the lips.
"Hi, Liam," went Tim; and Liam snaked an arm around Tim's neck; and the kiss was -- well, deep. Kind of -- amazing, really.
"Tim. Dude. You have no idea . . . " he said, a second later. "I mean -- she let me . . . " He stopped, and swallowed.
Zach broke surface, again, with another gasp. He panted for a second, as Liam necked, kind of desperately, with Tim some more. "Okay," he said, between gasps. "Next time, we get your pants all the way off. But first -- here, we need this shirt off."
Liam broke away long enough for us to strip off his shirt; his chest and shoulders were smooth, and pretty muscular, and I noticed, shades lighter than Zach or Jarod.
"Okay," said Zach, as he tossed the wet shirt onto the pool deck. "Hold him up?" He had to stop himself from laughing some more, as he took a deep breath, then went back down.
Jarod and I sort of put our arms around Liam, as Zach pulled, down below, and Liam's legs came up; Liam was still busy hanging on to Tim, and running one of his hands over Tim's chest.
"So, what happened?" asked Jarod.
Liam lurched, and Jarod and I held on tighter. I ran one of my hands over Liam's own chest, and stomach; yeah, copping a feel, but Liam groaned, so I didn't think he minded.
"She let me inside her shirt," he almost whispered. "The first time. Ever. And . . . she, like, wasn't wearing anything underneath. Oh, God . . . "
"Dude! All right," Jarod laughed, and kissed Liam's cheek. "All RIGHT!"
"Cool, Liam," I said, and I squeezed him. Still confused as hell over this whole Candace thing -- but.
Liam looked at me with big, puppy-dog eyes. "I knew you'd understand. I knew it," and he kissed me, deep and wet, again.
Zach's head broke surface again, and as Jarod and I held on, he slowly worked the inside- out jeans off of Liam's feet, a few inches at a time, until Liam was completely bare at last.
"Tim, dude . . . " Liam immediately spun around in the water and pulled Tim in close, with one arm, while still trying to keep one hand sort-of on me. "I really need . . . " and left off the rest in a huge, long, deep kiss.
What happened next -- well. It changed me. Not directly; but just seeing it, changed me.
I think I'll be calling up the memory, the filmstrip, for a long time. Wanking to it.
The five of us, together again, quickly became Tim & Liam plus the three of us at the edges, lending our hands and mouths as Liam and Tim pressed together, front to front, intertwined, hands all over each other, mouths on each other, tongues in each other.
I said before, Zach is a force of nature; and he is. His sexual energy is such a part of him, such a part of who he is, of everything he is, his integrity, his honesty, his compassion . . .
Liam's a force of nature, too. But even at thirteen, he'd been different; Zach was a constant, Liam was a storm, overwhelming sometimes, calm at others.
This was one of the storm times. Only, much, much more intense than I'd ever seen before.
In our way -- the way we'd always had -- we all helped.
Liam and Tim's necking got more and more intense -- if such a thing was possible -- in the shoulder-deep water; I could see it was going somewhere, with the rubbing together, the long tongue penetrations followed by shorter and shorter stretches to come up for air--
And then Tim's smooth, pale legs were around Liam's waist.
Liam, holding up Tim's weight, walked them -- walked all of us, really -- back through the water, slowly, to the shallow end and the pool steps. He backed up the steps, slowly, and sank down on the broad, top step, sitting in just a an inch or so of water; then he leaned back, pulling Tim with him, still pressed chest to chest.
The move left Tim so, so totally exposed to us; his beautiful smooth, pale butt cheeks were spread wide, and his pink anus -- above the water --
It was kind of shocking. To me, anyway. In spite of what me and Zach hand just done.
It wasn't shocking to Jarod.
I was just catching up, moving closer, as Jarod moved in, no hesitation; a big lick up and down Tim's crack, slow and slimy -- Tim moaned into Liam's mouth, I think; I wasn't sure -- then Jarod pulled back, looking really close at what he'd done; then I saw him just reach out with his tongue and sort of tickle Tim's pink pucker, just with the very tip of his tongue --
And then he was mouthing and kissing Tim's anus, his butt; with the same intensity Liam was using on Tim's mouth. Deeply. Relentlessly.
And Tim was twitching, and moaning, and moving against Liam's bare body, and Liam was holding him, not letting him go --
Even in the water -- I was flushed, and I felt my face go hot. I looked at Zach; but he was caressing Jarod's back, and butt, and not looking at me.
This was so, so different from us at thirteen.
It got more different. More intense.
Jarod's rimming went on for a long time; I moved up by Tim and Liam's faces, fascinated by what they were doing, but I could still see Jarod's head, the top of his face, as he moved against Tim's twitching butt.
Then I watched as Jarod's head moved back, and I watched his face as, panting, he began to work on Tim's anus with his fingers.
I slipped back into the water to watch.
"Just a sec," from Zach, as he heaved himself gracefully out of the water and padded, dripping, to his room. I didn't say anything; I was still totally focused on Jarod's fingers -- his fingertips were making little brushes INTO Tim's anus, now, in, out, just the fleshy fingertips -- as Liam worked on Tim with his mouth, and hands -- just raw lust, overpowering --
Of course I knew what was going to happen.
And yeah. I'd dreamed about fucking since the night Zach's tongue touched me, down there, for the first time. I'd been obsessed by it; remembering how Zach had moaned, as I tongued HIS anus . . . remembering how smooth it was, under my tongue, how MUCH I loved being there, being so intimate with that part of him . . .
And yes -- I'd thought a lot about it, when I was thinking about The Question. As in; if they're not all straight -- are they doing IT yet? Fucking??
Well, now I knew. And I was going to SEE it. Up close.
"Can I?" I whispered to Jarod, as Zach slipped back into the water. Jarod smiled, and pulled me to his side, an arm around my waist, his cheek grazing mine as I leaned closer.
"Yeah," he breathed, as I did it; I got in close, and kind of nuzzled, then licked Tim's beautiful anus. My friend Tim, who I'd known so long; I pressed my face in closer, and I soft of lost it, and really PUSHED with the point of my tongue . . . and I could feel it, I could feel the tip of my tongue slipping in, just a little, and Tim moaned louder above us, and that almost made me come right there . . .
"Here," said Zach, and he handed something to Jarod; and then I felt his body sliding over, his front against my back, leaning in, sharing the view with me, sharing the experience with me.
I went in again, nuzzling my face all over against Tim's butt, then going in DEEP with my tongue, as Tim moaned, and Jarod's fingers were there on Tim's smooth crevice, just tickling, and probed a little when I came back up for air; and Zach's arms were around me, and his body was pressed up against me, and I felt his hard dick pressed lengthwise up in the crack of my own butt, and it felt so GOOD, so sexual, so driving, but also so warm, so together . . .
If I'd died right then, I would have died happy. Not totally fulfilled, maybe; but happy.
It got better.
"Back up for a second," Zach whispered into my ear; and he pulled on me, gently, and I came up for air.
Jarod's right hand came into view, in front of my nose. His fingers were glistening with something.
I noticed -- for the first time -- how slender Jarod's fingers were. Long; slender.
And as I watched -- I saw the tip of his middle finger squirm around, a little, on Tim's smooth anus; and then -- it just slid in. To the first knuckle.
And then deeper. To the second knuckle; moving, constantly, in and out, side to side, gently; and I could hear Tim moaning into Liam's mouth, as Jarod worked on him.
As I watched, Jarod kept up the motion; and after a second, I could figure out that there was a place -- or places -- inside of Tim that was particularly sensitive, that REALLY made Tim jerk and moan, and that Jarod knew exactly, exactly where it was, and kept going back to it. Repeatedly. Teasingly.
Yeah; relentlessly.
Finally, on one squirming thrust of a finger, Tim's hand came down, groping, tapping Jarod's head.
"Wait," Tim gasped, and his gasp was swallowed by another make-out mouth lock with Liam; then back up for air. "Wait," he gasped again, and panted for a second.
Jarod's hand went completely still; his finger still buried in Tim, up to the last knuckle, this time.
I heard Tim whisper something to Liam; and then they were moving, slowly, rolling over one another, and then Tim was on his back in the inch-deep water, Liam -- my God, he was so hard; he looked swollen, and his scrotum was so BIG -- Liam kind of got over him, half on Tim's chest, looking back down at Jarod still fingering Tim --
And then Tim's bare foot came down, gently, on my shoulder, his knee up, leaving him still totally open to us down there. "Okay," he breathed, at last. "Get me . . . " he locked for another second. "Ready."
He probably locked because Zach, pressed up against me, was nuzzling and licking on his bare foot, as it rested there on me. Slowly; sensuously. In a world of his own; I wasn't sure he even knew he was doing it; the look on his face --
Zach's a force of nature, too. Like I said. My Zach.
I craned my neck around and kissed Zach on the mouth, my mouth open, and he reacted, pushing against me with his mouth and tongue, and back to caressing Tim's cute foot with his cheek --
And I turned back just in time to watch two of Jarod's fingers disappear inside Tim.
And then three.
I couldn't take my eyes away. Just WATCHING it -- watching Jarod's fingers go INSIDE of Tim, probing, stretching, pushing . . . especially probing; with a rhythm, with a purpose --
Liam scooted himself back a little more, still partly on his side, and he began what looked like an all-out assault on Tim's nipples, with his mouth, and with his tongue, kissing and lapping away, first at one nipple, now on the other, fingering them in between the kisses. And Tim, with his mouth more free, was moaning more constantly now, in a way I hadn't ever heard him moan before; deeper, more mature. Ragged. Like somebody almost out of control.
I know I almost was.
I managed to look across Jarod's way; and there was Liam's erection, bobbing there, just inches away. Enormous; well, yeah, all of their hard-ons looked enormous to me still, but -- it was enormous. Thick, really; thicker under the head, than at the very base; I remembered that about Liam from three years ago, and it still seemed true. Pale, except for the darker, smooth head; really veined shaft. His balls were drawn tight up against him, I could tell; his big scrotum was covered with fine, soft blond down, which was new. I really wanted to feel it.
And he was so, so hard. And there was a clear drop, at the very tip, glistening in the sun; I watched it wave and bob, fascinated, as Liam moved, working over Tim's chest.
Jarod saw me looking; he let go of my waist, reached up onto the deck, and passed me the tube. "Go ahead," he said, motioning at Liam's cock with his head. "Quick." He kept on working Tim's anus with his fingers; probing, probing.
I looked at the tube; it was a lubricant. I uncapped it, and fumbled the little plastic cap into the water, fished it out, and put it up on the pool deck -- under Tim's lifted leg. Then I squeezed some of the stuff out onto my fingers.
"A little more," said Zach, into my ear, and I felt him push harder into my crack with his dick, lengthwise, and that made me shiver; but I squeezed a little more out -- and reached over Jarod and took Liam's cock into my hand, gently.
"Uuuummmmppphhhh - !" from Liam. I saw him lift his head up, and look down at us; his face was absolutely crazed, I KNEW I'd never seen him like that before. That far gone. "Easy -- wait!" He panted for just a second. "I almost . . . okay, go ahead. But take it easy!" His voice was pleading, as he turned back to Tim's neck, his smooth chest, and his nipples.
I went back to Liam's hard dick, and gently, gently smoothed the slick, clear lube over it; stroking once, then waiting, then stroking again, and waiting, trying not to jack him off. Watching his dick turn wet-looking, as it bobbed in the sun and air.
"Ready, Tim?" asked Jarod, softly.
"Uhhh . . . . huhhhhh," Tim moaned back, softly.
And then it happened.
As I watched, Jarod reached up with one hand -- he got it wet in the pool, accidentally -- and gently took Liam's balls, again -- making Liam really flinch -- and then he pulled, tugged Liam into position over Tim. A little awkwardly, since Liam was still totally zoned, working over Tim's chest like he was in another world.
And Jarod gently, carefully ran his hand up Liam's bobbing dick, and lined up the very tip with Tim's anus -- Tim had spasmed, a little, when Jarod pulled his fingers out --
And Liam just slid in, as I watched. Pretty slowly, I guess; Tim's sound effects sounded like pleasure, not pain. And Liam's sounds -- no doubt about that. Just the sounds . . . ohhhhh.
It was unreal. Surreal; I was WATCHING it, inches away, and not believing it, as Liam pushed all the way in, TOTALLY into Tim, balls-in, pubes-pressing-against Tim, and Tim gave a long, deep, -- satisfied -- moan.
And Zach hugged me, and pressed up closer to me, and started kissing and licking my neck, as Liam gave a little shudder, then slowly pulled out, a little ways, then went back in . . . harder . . . and then again, HARDER . . .
Have you ever seen two boys . . . fucking?
For real, I mean. Not staged, not porn; two (or more) REAL boys, REALLY fucking; doing it for themselves, doing it for each other; focussed on the sex, the sensuality, totally open to each other, wet, INSIDE each other, really FUCKING . . .
"We can touch," went Zach into my ear; and his dick slid up and down a little, in my crack, and he reached out, with one hand, and started smoothing and caressing Tim's smooth butt, and as I watched, Jarod's hand did the same, and then moved up to Liam's blond-dusted balls . . .
It was still unreal. And at the same time, it was the hottest, most exciting thing I'd ever done, or seen. Internet video clips don't come even remotely close to it.
If Zach had touched my own dick -- I would have exploded. Right there. Even in the water.
In another second, Jarod's hand was holding Liam's scrotum, gently tugging it -- almost guiding it. Teasing Liam. Liam's moans were getting more high-pitched, more urgent --
Fucking, I could see, was more than just in and out, in and out.
For a second, I ran my hand up over and around Jarod's, careful not to squeeze or jerk; then -- and I couldn't believe I was actually doing it -- I was actually TOUCHING Liam's dick, feeling it as it -- penetrated Tim, over and over -- and I actually held it between my fingers, for a split second, feeling it move and thrust, and my hand was bumping Tim's butt . . .
"Like it?" whispered Zach, in my ear. Pressing, still. Running his own hand around, over Tim and Liam both, graceful, light strokes, in time with Liam's thrusts.
I couldn't talk; I just nodded, at first. Then, I kind of turned my head to him, without meeting his eyes. "I want to do this," I whispered.
More moans from above our heads; Liam was getting more -- intense -- with his fucking. Less controlled; faster.
"Tim loves this," Zach whispered back, softly, right in my ear. "He really does. You could go next with him . . . "
Just the idea made me throb, and I knew I was blushing so hard, I looked boiled; but I shook my head.
"I want to do what he's doing. Tim, I mean. But . . . " I swallowed. "I want to do it with you."
And Zach hugged me then, so tight, and with his body pressed up against me as close and tight as it could go, I felt his dick throb -- really pulse -- lengthwise in my butt crack, and I shivered.
If you've never had the experience -- just try telling another boy, that you want him to fuck you. Penetrate you. Come inside you.
For your first time. Ever.
Maybe -- just maybe -- you'll feel all the things I was feeling, right then . . .
Liam was in his final rutting, now I could tell; gasping, thrusting, jerking a little, side to side; covering Tim's face, his mouth, his neck, with sloppy kissing and licks, between bouts of panting.
I wanted to see their faces, actually WATCH as they came; so I crawled up out of the water, my side pressing Liam's arm and Tim's leg, and Zach followed me --
And Zach began tickling my anus, and my crack, just very lightly, with his fingers; and I gasped.
"Urrrrrrr -- urrrrrrrrrrr," Tim was moaning, over and over again, in time with Liam's heavy lunges. Liam looked over at me, and with a kind of desperate expression, hooked a hand around my neck, and drew me in for a deep, wet kiss; he was way too far gone to talk, but I guessed it was his way of -- well, apologizing, maybe; of drawing me in, of showing that he wanted to come with me, too . . .
And then Jarod was up higher, and with no warning at all, his face was in Liam's butt, and Liam made a sort of muffled howl -- muffled because he'd buried his own face where Tim's neck met his shoulder, and I reached out and rubbed my left hand all over his back, as I felt him jerk, and spasm, Jarod following him down, as he came inside of Tim . . . . and spasm, and spasm, and spasm. Over and over, with whimpering "ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh" sounds as his body jerked and shuddered.
Coming inside Tim. Coming to orgasm INSIDE of Tim; and the look on Tim's face -- mouth open, panting, eyes narrowed to slits -- ecstasy, joy, absolute transport --
When it was over, I reached my arm over both of them, and kissed Tim, and tongued him, for a long time, inside the mouth, as Liam collapsed on top of his chest; I was just so grateful to have been so close, and I really wanted to share what he'd just done . . . .
And I still wanted to do it myself.
I figured I would. Soon.
Chapter 10 will be uploaded shortly.
Comments, reactions, and criticism are welcome at dlgrantsf@yahoo.com.
I'm particularly interested in hearing from people who may have had similar physical and emotional friendships with other boys; similar friendship groups. I get the impression that such arrangements used to be a lot more common than they are now, which is -- in a way -- a shame, I think. Even if it does indicate progress, in a way.
I'm also interested in hearing from expatriates. Christian's predicament is partly based on experiences of several friends of mine. I have enormous (retroactive) sympathy for them both.
Many, many thanks to Nifty for providing this priceless service.
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Thanks to everyone who has already written me; and, thanks again for reading.