My Sister's Boyfriend
I was home on leave from my assignment at Paris Island Marine Training Center, where I am a DI. I hadn't seen my family for over a year, and was looking forward to a little R&R to get in some visiting, hiking, camping and maybe a little fishing with my dad.
As it turned out, my dad fell off a ladder the day before I arrived, and broke his left ankle, painting the trim on the upstairs casements. I needed the time in the woods along my favorite stream, and after spending two days visiting, I told my folks I just had to go, even if it was alone. Dad suggested I talk to my sister's boyfriend Elmer, to see if he'd like to go along to keep me company.
"Elmer? Geez dad you must be kidding." I hadn't met the guy before, but anybody named Elmer had to be a geek.
"Don't be such a Yahoo," my dad scolded. "Elmer's a very nice kid. You'll like him. Have Jenny call him. I know he's been dying to meet you." I agreed reluctantly, and when Jenny called him, he said he'd be over right after work so we could plan the trip. Elmer worked at his family's lumber yard, and he told Jenny he could take time off when he needed to.
I wasn't prepared for Elmer. I pictured a whimpy little kid with a ninety-eight pound weakling's body and thick glasses. Man was I ever surprised when I answered the doorbell, and this tall hunk of sex on the hoof was standing on the other side of the screen door.
"Elmer?"
"Yeah! Hi Sarge. I've wanted to get to know you since I was a freshman in high school." I nodded, and pushed the screen door open and let him in the house. He smelled of pine pitch when he walked past. I'm no piker when it comes to size and muscle mass, but I believe Elmer could give me a run for my money.
We shook hands, and he wanted to know where I liked to go when I was camping and fishing. I told him my favorite places, and he knew them all. We decided on the one, after a brief discussion, where we would most likely to be left alone. It involved a twelve mile hike into the mountains to a small lake that was the head waters of Coldwater creek which runs through the edge of town. We agreed to meet at four A.M. the next morning packed and ready to hit the trail. He said he'd pick me up in his Jeep on the dot.
He was a man of his word, and we were soon on the road and breathing clean mountain air. It took us most of the day to hike into the campsite, but every step of the way was like shedding another care or worry, until at last, I felt carefree and relaxed. Elmer, was an ideal companion, quiet unless spoken to, and observant of nature. We made a great team. He should have been a Marine. He liked calling me Sarge, and somewhere along the way, and I started calling him Fudd, which he took, as it was intended.
We reached our campsite with an hour of daylight left. We quickly set up our two man tent and rolled out our sleeping bags, and then stripped off to see who could be the first into the lake. We drew a tie, both hitting the icy water at the same time. We used sand, to scrub the stale sweat of the long hike off, and Elmer asked me to do his back, and he'd do mine.
When I put my sand filled hand on his back and began to scrub, I was aware of a change in his attitude. I could feel something change in mine as well.
Neither of us addressed what we were feeling, but when he'd rinsed off, and I turned my back to him, and he put his sand filled hand between my shoulder blades, I shivered involuntarily.
"You cold?" He started to rub the sand across my skin.
"No. Not really. Are you?"
"No. I don't know why I'm shivering. Maybe it's just tired muscles. It was a long hike, and you don't let up for a minute."
"It's what I'm trained to do."
"I know". He leaned closer to me, and I felt the head of his cock brush my hip. I let my arms relax, and rolled my head on my neck, while he rubbed me with the rough invigorating sand. My hand brushed against his thigh, and he leaned closer. My cock began to expand even in the cold water. I let my hand swing at my side, and soon came in contact with his enlarging member. He pressed it into my hand.
"Elmer," I had to clear my throat.
"Yeah?" He was breathing deeply.
"Are you coming on to me?"
"Um...Yeah." He made his stiffening cock contract in my hand. I held it lightly cupped in my palm.
"What about Jenny?"
"What about her?"
"You're her boyfriend for god's sake. I can't do this to my own sister." He reached around my hip, and took my stiff root in his fist, and leaned over and nuzzled my jaw line.
"I've got something to tell you about Jenny." He whispered as he nuzzled. "She's been my beard since high school, and I've been her boyfriend, so none of the guys in town ever hit on her. Jenny doesn't do guys."
"You're saying my sister's a lesbian?"
"She and Sherri D. are an item, but in this town, talk can be murder on a girl's reputation. They pretend to be friends, and I let them use my house to get together privately for sex."
"What do you do; watch?"
"Sometimes, they like it when I watch. Most of the time, I go for a drive, or head out to the rest stop on the highway. You know how it is..." I certainly did. Growing up gay in a small southern town was cursed by a triple whammy. Family, friends, and gossip. One had to be excruciatingly careful and deep in the closet. I knew the highway rest area all too well from my younger days, when it was the only possible source of relief for aching nuts and a hard dick. I'd learned about man to man sex in toilet stalls, parked cars and RVs. I'd never had an encounter with another man from my own town.
"Let's get out of the water, and fix some food, before it gets too dark to see." I squeezed his cock, and led him to shore. I was thinking about poor Jenny, reflecting on the problems I had with my sexuality. What demons and horrors did she have to experience growing up. She and I had a lot to talk about.
We ate a quick meal of canned chili, and brought our sleeping bags out into the beautifully fragrant night air. We lay side by side, watching the night descend, and the stars wink on in the magical sky.
"You know Fudd, I have a lot to be thankful to you for; helping Jenny."
"Nothing to it. I think she intuited I was gay. I mean I played and lettered on all the school teams, but only she noticed I never dated girls. One night, she had your dad's car, and followed me to the rest stop. I didn't notice, but she saw me get into a guy's car at the dark end of the parking area and watched him give me a blowjob, and then me give him one. She pulled into the slot next to his car, while we were talking about maybe meeting there again, on another night. I saw her, and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I jumped out of the guy's car, and ran back to my Jeep. She got out and ran over to me before I could get it started, while the cocksucker peeled rubber trying to get out of the lot fast." He was silent for a long moment.
"She put her hand on my arm through the window, and said we needed to talk.
She told me about her and Sherri, and how they needed a place to meet. She knew I had a little place my parents had given me when I graduated. Well to make a long story short, we set things up the way they are now." He laid there, naked, flat on his back with his strong arms folded under his head, looking at the stars.
"She also told me that you were gay."
"What? She doesn't know. I've kept my secret."
"She told me she had seen you in the same guy's car she caught me in, a few months before you enlisted. She's no dummy, Jenny can read sign like Hiawatha. Jenny and I really had to have a talk about things now, I thought.
I raised myself up on an elbow, and laid my palm on his chest. He was smooth, except for a few thin hairs growing around each nipple. I rubbed his skin, and felt the warmth emanating from his body. I leaned over, and sucked his nipple into my teeth, and tenderly bit the hardening nodule. His stomach muscled tightened, and he brought his knees up. I let my hand glide lower across his rippled belly, until I encountered his nest of cock hair. My fingers played through the wiry hair, and his cock began to expand. I cupped his shaft and balls in my hand, and squeezed. He sighed, and reached for my head. The kiss was long and passionate, with lots of tongue.
"I didn't bring any protection along; did you?" He sat up, and unzipped a small dop kit he'd brought out when we had moved our bags into the night air. It was well stocked with lube and rubbers.
He laid back down, and I took his thickening meat in my mouth, and felt it harden into a shaft of steel, edging its way beyond and into my throat. He sighed, and without breaking the suction I had on his cock, reversed himself, and buried my cock to the bush in his own mouth. We gently sucked each other, making it more like nursing calves that sex crazed men. We both were so turned on, that groans and moans filled the night. Neither of us wanted to waste a load, when so much more was possible.
I suited up my cock, and greased the way with his lube. He pushed me onto my back, and got astride me, raised up on his haunches. Gripping me with his fist, he guided my cockhead to his entrance and settled onto me slowly and surly, until I was balls deep in his ass.
"I haven't been fucked in months Sarge. I hope you're ready for a wild ride."
"Go for it Fudd." He began to undulate on his haunches, fucking my tool in and out of his ass. He changed directions, supporting his weight with his hands planted firmly on my chest. He gripped both my nipples in his fists, and began to speed up his cock dance. In no time at all, he had us both climbing Mount Everest. Oxygen seemed to evaporate, and our breath came in gasping struggles to fill our lungs. Goose bumps prickled across both our skins, as the edge of the precipice loomed.
His first gush of steaming cum slashed across my face, and he whimpered. I grabbed his pulsing cock , and tried unsuccessfully aim the rest. Only a few splatters of his sweet treat found their way to my tongue. I savored them, and wanted more.
I pushed him over and brought his legs up over my shoulders. His ass was mine, and I plunged my heated dick back into his depths. He was moaning and writhing under my thrusts, gripping my tortured nibs in his fists, sending me flying over the chasm into oblivion. My cock began pumping oil until I felt I'd better pull out for safety's sake. He was jerking his still rampant cock, and I dropped onto his shaft and swallowed it like a sword. He thrust his muscular hips forward and drove his shaft deep beyond all I could recall, and emptied his contracting balls of their man seed. I swallowed and swallowed, savoring the sweet spunk of his nuts, until we both fell sated onto the feather stuffed sleeping bags to sleep.
We stayed three days, and fished not once. We were too busy exploring each other's bodies to think about fish. Fudd and I have decided to declare ourselves as soon as I can muster out of the Marines. We talked about getting a large duplex somewhere, maybe Richmond, and asking Jenny and Sherri to share it with us.
Jenny knew instantly, when Fudd and I got back to the house. She hugged us both for longer than was seemly, but then, we hugged her too long as well. Sherri is still the girl I remember form high school. She was in my grade, and graduated with me. Fudd, was a kid a grade below me, that somehow I'd never noticed before.
I knew who he was, because it's a small town, but I literally had never taken the time to look at him once while I was going through my own torture of growing up gay. So much wasted time in the closet. So many wrong paths taken.
End