It Started with a Question

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It Started With A Question - Chapter 3

Over the next couple of weeks, Shawn and Sam saw each other, but never where they could be alone together. It seemed that if their parents weren't around, one or the other of Sam's younger brothers was there. They wanted to at least talk about their previous adventures, but it never worked out.

The second week turned out to be the beginning of a late Indian Summer. The weather warmed up and there was no mention of rain in the forecast. Shawn came up with an idea and told it to Sam. They talked to their parents and convinced them that they could squeeze in one more campout before winter set in. For the past couple of years, the boys had been allowed to camp overnight on a large flat rock on the back part of Sam's folks' place. They owned almost 200 acres, so the campsite was a good distance from the house. The flat rock was slightly elevated, about 30 feet by 40 feet in size with a natural fire-pit right in the middle. It was beautiful, quiet and above all -- private.

Both sets of parents agreed. It was decided that Shawn would go out to the farm after school let out on Friday and meet Sam there. They would then load his beat-up old stationwagon with food and camping gear and go across the fields to the rock. Since it wasn't supposed to rain, they wouldn't need a tent, so they would sleep out under the stars.

The boys thought that Friday would never get there, but it finally did. When classes were over, Shawn ran to his car, quickly drove home to grab his stuff and headed for the farm. They quickly loaded the car with their supplies and with a hug from Sam's mom and an admonition from his dad to not do anything stupid, they set off for the rock. They wanted to get there and set up camp as quickly as they could since it got dark early these days.

They set about rolling out their sleeping bags, bringing up the ice chest with their food and drinks and the Coleman lanterns for later. Going back to the car for one more trip, Shawn came back with his portable 8-track player, tape case and a bag of goodies.

"what's all this?", asked Sam.

"Just a few things to make tonight more fun", replied Shawn.

"Well, now you have my attention. What you got?"

"Let's eat first and wait for it to get dark. Then I'll show you. In the mean time, pick out a tape and plug us in some music."

Sam opened the tape case and looked over the selections. Grabbing Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, he plugged it in and turned up the volumn. "This worked well the other night, let's see where it leads us tonight."

Shawn smiled at the memory and turned to face his friend. Rubbing his jeans covered crotch, he said, "You're going to ruin this tape for me!"

They both laughed until they were gasping for air and sat down on the edge of the rock. Looking across the back fields, Sam drug the ice chest over between them.

"Let's see what mom fixed for us," he said. "I'm hungrey."

"You're always hungry," said Shawn, punching his firend in the shoulder.

"Shut up and pass me a coke." They sat and ate in silence, enjoying the warm breeze that had kicked up.

As the sun began to set behind a nearby hill, Sam could wait no longer. "So what's in the bag?"

"All sorts of wonderful things," said Shawn. "As a matter of fact, we can start the evening off with a treat that I picked up after school."

Reaching into the bag, Shawn rummaged around and pulled out two celiphane wrapped cylinders.

"Are those cigars?", asked Sam.

"That they are," said Shawn smiling.

"But I don't smoke."

"Well these are good to learn on. They are Tennessee River rum crooks and are very mild," Shawn explained. "I've been smoking them for over a year now and really like them. Give it a try."

Sam took one in from his friend and looked at it skeptically. Unwrapping it, he took a tentative sniff, then put the end in his mouth.

"Tastes kinda sweet," he said.

"It stays that way all the way down," responded Shawn as he lit a match. Once the end of his cigar was glowing red, he held the match out to Sam. Not really sure he wanted to, he leaned in and, as if from a distance, watched his own cigar begin to glow.

"Just take slow, gentle puffs at first," Shawn said.

Sam was surprised by the smooth, sweet taste that filled his mouth and teased his taste-buds. The warmth of the smoke in his mouth added to the sensation. He leaned back on one hand as he watched the sun setting. He was actually enjoying this!

After a few minutes of silence, Sam spoke up, "You know, I figured I would be coughing my head off by now." Then he took another deep drag.

"Trust me, you would be if you were inhaling the smoke."

"You mean you aren't supposed to? I thought that was the whole point," said Sam.

Shawn stopped with the cigar half way to his mouth. "You mean to tell me that you have been inhaling all the time and haven't coughed once?"

"Yeah. I thought that's what you did."

Shawn shook his head and took a deep drag. Then he inhaled the smoke into his lungs. Immediately, he began to cough and cough. Tears filled his eyes and the world became one big blur.

Sam started laughing and slapped his friend on the back. Once he could breathe normally again, Shawn joined in the laughter and shoved Sam away.

"Smooth," said Sam.

"Yeah, smooth," Shawn rasped.

As darkness began to decend, the boys sat in silence, smoking away and listening to the sounds of nature all around them.

After a while, Shawn broke the silence. "Sam, does it bother you? I mean, what we did the other weekend....You know, jacking off and playing with each other."

Sam sat for a minute, taking another drag on his cigar. "I don't think so. I told you then that it was weird, but in a good way. I still feel that way."

Again the silence enveloped them.

From the growing darkness, Shawn spoke again, but with his voice lowered to just above a whisper, "I liked it a lot, too. Especially when you touched my dick and rubbed my balls." After a short pause, he continued, "I've been jacking off every day since thinking about that weekend." If it had been lighter, Sam would have seen the blush rise from his friend's coller.

Equally as red, Sam said, "I know what you mean. I've been doing it twice a day thinking about it."

Shawn laughed in the darkness and shoved Sam's shoulder. "Perv," was all he said and they both laughed.

They sat and finished their cigars in silence.

Finally, Sam asked, "What do you want to do now?"

"Let's light the lanterns and change the tape. How about a little Pink Floyd?"

"Sounds good to me," said Sam as he stood up and brushed off his butt.

With the lanterns giving off their soft light, Shawn said, "Next thing on my agenda is to take a piss."

With that, he walked over to the corner of the rock that they always used for this purpose and unzipped his jeans. Fishing in his shorts, he pulled out his dick and waited for nature to take its course.

Sudennly, he was surprised by another hand pushing his hand out of the way. Jumping, he looked to his right and saw Sam standing there. He had walked up so quietly that Shawn never knew he was there.

"You said you liked me touching your dick," said Sam, "so let me help you out a little."

Shocked, but excited at the same time, Shawn noddded and put his arm around Sam's shoulders. Looking down as Sam's right hand gently held his dick pointing straight ahead, nature did take over. It felt different, not being in complete control of his body.

"How was it Sam put it?", thought Shawn, "Weird. But good weird."

As he finished what had started, Sam shook his dick for him once, twice, three times.

Smiling at his friend, Sam intoned the bad old poem, "You can jerk it, you can shake it, you can beat it against the wall, but into your pants, that last drop must fall."

This was more than they could stand as they burst out laughing again. But through it all, Sam never released his grip on his friend's dick. When it became apparent that the water works was closed for the time being, Sam turned and walked back to the small logs that they used as stools, leading Sawn by his dick like you would lead a horse by its reins.

Standing in the light from the lanterns, Sam released his grip and stood facing Shawn, whose limp dick still hung out of the front of his pants.

"What now?", asked Shawn.

Sam looked at his feet and took a deep breath. "The other day, I really enjoyed just sitting watching TV naked. I mean, I really liked the other stuff we did too, but it felt good to be naked. That's what I want to do tonight."

With that said, he grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Looking at Shawn, he saw him still standing there, mouth hanging open, dick hanging out. Without so much as a by your leave, Sam lifted Shawn's arms up in the air and pulled his shirt off. Then, with trembling hands, he unbuckled Shawn's belt and unbuttoned the top button od his jeans.

As Sam started to push his friend's jeans and shorts down, Shawn rested his hands on his shoulders and said, "Wait."

Sam looked up confused. Then, using Sam as a brace, Shawn kicked off his red Chucks. Releasing his grip and standing tall, he said, "now."

Sam smiled and returned to his task. First, Shawn's round ass came into view as his dick and balls were fully released. Then Sam saw the muscular thighs, followed by the knees and calves of his friend. Stooping, Sam lifted first Shawn's right foot, then left as he completely removed the jeans and shorts. Standing and stepping back, he looked at the wonder that was Shawn -- naked in the lantern light.

"Now that's nice," thought Sam to himself.

Wasting no time, Sam kicked off his own beat up blue Chucks and unbuttoned his own jeans, not wearing a belt. Unzipping his fly, he hooked his thumbs in the waistbands and pushed jeans and tighty whities down at the same time...quickly. Stepping out of them, the stood facing Shawn, equally as naked in the night.

"What now?", asked Shwan, admiring his friend from head to bare toes.

"Let's just sit for a while and enjoy the night," replied Sam. So they did, Shawn on a one of the logs and Sam on his sleepingbag, legs crossed Indian style. Facing each other, less than a foot seperated them. While Shawn could look down into Sam's naked lap with no trouble, his dick was right at Sam's eye level. Both boys were enjoying their views.

Sam broke the silence by asking, "So what else do you have in your bag?"

Shawn laughed and went to retrieve the bag. As he bent over to pick it up off the ground, Sam had a clear view of his friend's smooth ass and the sight of his balls hanging down between his legs. "he looks good going or coming," he thought (no pun intended).

Sitting back down on his log, Shawn reached into the bag. "Books", was all he said.

"Books?"

"Yeah, books!"

"To be honest, I didn't think we would spend the night reading", said Sam

"You might like these", Shawn Replied. "I was in the used bookstore off the courthouse square the other day and found these on the 10 cent shelf."

Reaching in the bag, he pulled out a thin paperback book. Across the top Sam read "The Coxeman: Number 12". Below that was the title -- "Had any Lately?"

"What's that?", asked Sam

Holding it up so Sam could see it, Shawn explained, "There's a whole series of books that this guy has written. The main character is a super spy, like in the movies, only he works for a group called O.R.G.Y. I can't remember what that stands for, but I really don't care. Anyway, this guy, his name is Rod Damen, goes all over the world as a spy, but he has one special 'gift'. He always has a boner! No matter how many women he has sex with, he never goes soft. Always ready for action, so to speak."

Sam sat there open mouthed. "You bought this and nobody said anything?"

"Nope. I give hime the dime, he gives me the book. I've read a bunch of them."

"And he always has a boner? Doesn't it ever go down?"

"Well," said Shawn, "he actually does go limp in this book. It seems he is in some mid-east country where none of the men are interested in sex anymore. He is sent to find out what's going on. Some of the women find out he he has a boner and they start chasing him. He fucks all comers, except for the one lady that he really wants to. Turns out she works for the bad guys. Anyway, he follows her to a farm where she teases him with sex, but doesn't give it to him. Finally, there is a wire fence between him and her and she tells him if he can do it through the fence, then go for it. He rams his dick through the fence, but she opens a door in a shed and a bunch of baby goats run out."

"Baby goats? What the hell?"

"Yeah, goats. And they are hungry! Anyway, they see Rod's dick sticking through the fence and think that is a goats udder. They push in one by one and start sucking on his dick trying to get milk. out of it. After a while he shoots a load of cum and thinking it is milk, the baby goat lets go. But another one takes its place and does the same thing. After four or five rounds of sucking, his dick is sore and swollen. It is so swollen that he can't pull it back through the fence. So the baby goats keep sucking and Rod keeps cumming. This goes on for over an hour before the goats have gotten enough "milk'. For the first time that he can remember, his dick goes limp and he is able to pull it back through the fence. He just sits on the ground and holds his sore dick in his hands."

Sam asked, "What happened then?"

"The lady got away while he was being sucked, but I haven't finished this one yet," said Shawn.

"Where's the part with the goats? I want to read that!", exclaimed Sam.

Shawn flipped the book open to where that section was. He knew exactly which page it started on since he had read that part over and over. Then he handed it to Sam.

He started reading where Shawn told him to. Being a bit of a weak reader, Shawn watched Sam's lips move as he started reading silently to himself.

Sam was completely absorbed by the book and totally forgot Shawn. Sitting on the logl like he was, Shawn started studying Sam's slim body. He let his eyes travel down his friend's smooth chest until he was staring at his thin dick laying across his lap. As Shawn watched, he saw Sam's dick twitch. It twitched a second time and began to grow longer. Shawn watched as it puffed up and grew longer, all the time twitching. Finally, Sam's dick was at full mast, Curving downward with its head pointing at the book resting in Sam's lap. Absentmindedly, absorbed in the book as he was, Sam scratched his balls and rubbed his crotch with his free hand.

As he stared down, a thought entered Shawn's mind.

"You like it?", he asked.

Looking up, Sam grinned, "Hell yeah!"

"Looking at your dick", Shawn said, "I kind of guessed that."

Sam just smiled and went back to reading.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I guess so," said Sam, tearing his eyes from the book.

"The hair on your head is red, right?"

"Yeah," said Sam. "So?"

"Well, it's red, but the hair above your dick is black," observed Shawn. "Why's that?"

Sam stopped rubbing his crotch and looked down. It was like he had never noticed this fact before.

"I don't know," he said. "That's just the way it grew."

"Can I touch it?", asked Shawn.

"You bet," smiled Sam as he lay back on his sleepingbag.

Shawn knelt beside his friend. Reaching out a trembling hand, he ran it through the black pubes.

"They feel so soft and silky! I really like touching them", he whispered.

With eyes closed, Sam asked, "Would you jerk me off again. I really liked it the other day."

Shawn never said a word. Instead, he wrapped his left hand around the hard, curving dick and began stroking. Even though he was right handed, Shawn found that a dick felt best in his left hand. Stroking up and down slowly, following the curve of Sam's dick, he was enjoying the feeling in his palm as well as watching the throbbing dick in his hand.

After a few stroke, Sam opened his eyes and looked at his crotch.

"Do you have any of that lotion in your magic bag?", he asked.

Shawn stopped stroking, but did not let go of his grip.

"No," he said "Mom made the comment that we seemed to be using it a lot of it lately. I told her I was using it on my feet because they were dry and sore. She said if it was helping, she would get some more. So I didn't think I could sneak it out of the house for tonight."

"Oh", was all that Sam said. Then, " I wish we had it, it really felt a lot better than jacking it dry."

Shawn sat there, his friend's throbbing dick still craddled in his hand. A thought struck him from out of the blue. Something he had never thought of before. But was he brave enough to act on it?

Taking a deep breath, Shawn started talking quickly before he lost his nerve. "I have an idea," he said, rushing on. "If I do this, you have to promise never to tell anyone. And that you will do it to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just promise," insisted Shawn.

Holding his friend's dick in his hand, Shawn looked Sam square in the eyes and waited.

"Shawn, you're my best friend, almost a brother," Sam said, not blinking once. "Whatever you say is between just us stays between us. And anything you are willing to do, I can do too. Better, too."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, positive!" With that, Sam held out his hand.

Smiling, Shawn used his empty hand to shake Sam's.

"Ok," Shawn thought to himself. "It's now or never."

With every ounce of courage he possessed, Shawn held Sam's dick straight up and leaned foreward, opening his mouth wide as he did. He did not lick Sam's dick or simply put the tip in his mouth. Shawn took all that would fit into his mouth. Shawn felt the pointed head slide across his tongue and along his cheek, coming to rest at the back of his throat.

Letting it rest there, Shawn took stock of what he was feeling. At first he feared that he would be grossed out, but that didn't happen. The taste was actually kind of nice, not nasty. The texture was not bad either. The combination softness/hardness that he felt in his hand was intensified in his mouth.

As Shawn's lips covered his throbbing dick, Sam sucked in his breath and opened his eyes as wide as they would go. He couldn't believe Shawn had done what he just did. In his wildest imagination, Sam would never have thought that his dick would wind up in his friend's mouth.

"Shit!!", was all that he could say.

Shawn just moaned around the rod in his mouth. Then he thought that just holding it in his mouth was not what he needed to be doing. Shawn pulled his head up, but kept the head of Sam's dick in his mouth. Then he went back down. He found that he could get a little over half of Sam's dick into his mouth on the downstroke. He also found that his mouth was filling with spit, so he swirled it around a bit and pulled back up. This time, Shawn used his tongue to work over the head as he held it there of a moment.

Sam moaned loudly and layed out on his back, thrusting his hips upward. This drove his throbbing dick into Shawn's mouth again.

Shawn was enjoying the sensations in his mouth and mind, but kneeling beside his friend was not feeling quite right. The downward curve to Sam's dick was not fitting his mouth. As Shawn flicked his tongue across the piss-slit, he had an idea. Without losing contact, he moved between Sam's legs, spreading them apart. This done, he pushed his head back down. This time, the curve followed the shape of his tongue all the way to the back of his throat. To Shawn's and Sam's surprise, it didn't stop like before. This time, the head dipped down his throat about an inch.

Shawn began bobbing his head up and down in earnest. Each downstroke put more of Sam's dick down his throat, until finally Shawn's felt Sam's silky pubes brushing his nose. Surprising himeself, Shawn realized that he had swallowed all 7 inches!

Raising his head from the ground, Sam whispered, "Shit!"

As Shawn sped up his head bobbing, he also began messaging Sam's balls and the area just below the sack. This must have been the right thing to do as Sam's hips started bucking uncontrolably. He was moaning nonstop and his toes were clenching and unclenching.

Shawn enjoyed the effect he was having on Sam as well as himself. Shawn suddenly became aware that his own dick was at full mast and throbbing. Smiling to himself, he made mental notes of every sensation he was feeling.

Caught up in the moment, Shawn had not thought ahead to how this would end. Suddenly, Sam's body went ridgid, hips completely off the sleepingbag. As he began to grunt, Shawn felt his friends balls pull up against his body and his dick expand. Then "it" happened! Sam's dick began to issue rope after rope of warm cum into Shawn's mouth.

Shawn was so surprised, he just held the pointed head in his mouth, feeling every throb. He also felt each jet of cum hit his tongue. Shawn jerked his head off of Sam's dick and raised up on his knees. The warm liquid felt slimmy on his tongue. It tasted both bitter and sweet at the same time. Without thinking, he turned his head to the side and spit the contents of his mouth onto the rock.

Still trying to decide what he thought about how things had just ended, Shawn looked down at his friend. Sam had collapse back onto the sleeping bag, his arms and legs splayed out. Shawn watched the dick that had recently been in his mouth twitch and jerk and the last dribbles and drops of cum oozed from the slit, mingling with the soft hairs above the root of the twitching dick.

Opening his eyes and looking at Shawn, Sam again said, "Shit."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Man, I can barely breath", weezed Sam. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't learn it anywhere", said Shawn. "That was my first time. But I thought about what you had just read in that book. The goats seemed to enjoy sucking on Rod's dick, and he seemed to enjoy it as well, even if the lady did get away. Anyway, I thought you might like it too. Was I right?"

"Hell yes I liked it," exclaimed Sam as he raised up on one elbow. "I have never felt anything like it before! I still can't believe you did that. And I can't believe you got it all in your mouth!"

"I was surprised too, but it seemed to fit," said Shawn.

"What was it like for you?", Sam asked.

"I kind of liked it. It was weird, but a good weird," Shawn said with a smile. "But you'll find out for yourself soon enough."

"Huh?"

"What do you mean 'huh'? Remember, you promised to do to me whatever I did to you."

"Oh yeah, sure", Sam said, looking at Shawns hard dick. "I'll do it like I said, but give me a minute to catch my breath. You took a lot out of me."

"Tell me about it! Most of it wound up in my mouth", said Shawn. Laughing along with Sam, he lay down on his own sleepingbag, legs spread and began to gently rub his hard dick ever so slowly.

After a few minutes, Sam got to his hands and knees and crawled over to his friend. Positioning himself between Shawn's legs, he brushed his hand away, replacing it with his own. With his other hand, Sam began playing with the balls that were already creeping upward.

Shawn put an arm behind his head so that he could watch what he hoped was about to happen. Sam looked into his eyes, which seemed to be begging for him to get on with it.

Slowly, Sam lowered his head. Unlike Shawn, he hesitated for a moment. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Shawn's pulsing dick. Shawn's entire body jerked from the contact. Realizing the sensation wasn't that bad, Sam opened his mouth wide and closed it over the tip of the dick he held in his shaking hand. Slowly, he began lowering his mouth further down the shaft.

This was too much for Shawn as he jerked his hips upward. The head of his dick hit the back of Sam's throat causing him to gag. Sam quickly pulled his head away, tears forming in his eyes.

"Sorry", Shawn whispered, "but please don't stop."

"A promise is a promise," was all that Sam said.

Before leaning forward again, Sam took a minute to closely investigate the trembling dick that he had his hand wrapped around. He saw that Shawn's dick was slightly shorter than his own, but noticably bigger around. While his dick curved downward, Shawn's had a very slight bend to the left. And the head was totally different from his. Instead of being pointed like his, the ridge at the base of his friend's dick head was bigger around than the shaft. In addition, instead of being rounded, Shawn's head was flatter, more button shaped. All in all, Shawn's dick looked like a battering ram.

It also looked good enough to eat. So that's what Sam made up his mind to do. Leaning forward again, he licked Shawn's button head, paying close attention to the ridge where it joined the shaft.

Shawn sucked in his breath and held it. He fought the urge to buck his hips upward. All he could think about was that he wanted his dick buried in Sam's mouth again.

Sam opened his mouth wider and slid it downward, sealing his lips around the throbbing shaft. Slowly, he took more and more of the warm flesh into his mouth until the head reached the back of his throat. He realized that he had a little more than half of Shawn in his mouth. Trying to take more down his throat like Shawn had done his, Sam knew he was going to gag again if he didn't pull back. So that's what he did.

As he drew his mouth back up Shawn's twitching dick, he applied a little suction and swirled his tongue. Shawn closed his eyes and clinched his hands into fists. In spite of his best efforts, he jerked his hips upward. Thankfully, there was not a repeat of what had happened before.

Sam began bobbing his head up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed as he went along. He became more aware of the feel of Shawn's dick in his mouth -- the rock hardness of it sheathed in silky smooth skin. The taste was interesting as well. Weird, but nice.

As he worked magic with his mouth, he was also using his hands. With his right hand, he was running his fingers through Shawn's bush. Shawn had considerably more hair than Sam, but it was also a bit courser. It was also long enough to twirl around his fingers. His left hand was also busy fondling Shawn's smooth, hairless balls.

Meanwhile, Shawn was lost on a sea of new sensations that his brain was having trouble processing. Every inch of his crotch was tingling and the muscles in his arms and legs were spasming. His breathing was eratic and shallow. Shawn knew he was about to lose it on a major scale.

"Careful man," he rasped. "You're about to get a mouth full of my cum! I can't stop it now"

With that, Shawn's body went rigid and his dick grew even bigger in Sam's mouth. His toes curled and he clenched his eyes shut.

Sam had only a second to decide what to do. Did he want his friend's cum in his mouth? Did he want to feel it with his tongue? Did he want to taste it?

The simple answer was yes. He wanted all of those things! And it's a good thing he did. Just as he reached that conclussion, Shawn's dick jerked so hard it slammed into the roof of Sam's mouth. Then he erupted like a volcano, sending forth jets of hot, lava-like cum, filling Sam's mouth.

This was a totally new experience for Sam. But he discovered that the taste was nothing like he had thought. It was not gross and nasty, but pleasent. The texture was interesting and nice as he swished the essence of his friend around his mouth and the throbbing dick that it held.

Suddenly, Sam became aware that his mouth was full to overflowing, but that Shawn was not finished yet. His first instinct was to pull away and spit the thick liquid out on the ground like Shawn had. But then, he had a second thought. He liked the feel of the cum on his tongue. He liked its flavor. He liked everything about it, so why waste it! Before he had time to change his mind, Sam swallowed everything in his mouth and continued to swallow each new jet as it left Shawn's dick.

Finally, Shawn's body relaxed. The last drops of cum dribbled into Sam's mouth and his dick began to soften. His breathing deepened and became easier.

Sam sucked the remnents of cum from his friend's dick, swallowed it and sat up straight. Licking his lips, Sam smiled and looked down at Shawn.

"Man," Shawn croaked, wide-eyed, "you swallowed it! You didn't spit it out like I did. You actually ate my cum!"

Sheepishly Sam replied, "yeah. It seemed like the thing to do."

"But I just spit it out!" After a pause, "What was it like?"

Sam thought for a minute, licking his lips again. "Not really that bad," he said. "There was so much of it in my mouth I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I just swallowed. It felt kind of funny, ya know, but I kind of like the taste."

"Damn," was all that Shawn could think of to say.

Sam finally broke th silence after several minutes. "Got any more cigars in you bag of tricks?"

Shawn smiled and pulled out two more. After lighting up, they lay back on their sleepingbags and stared at the night sky.

Shawn asked, "So, do you regret anything we've done?"

Sam leaned up on one arm, "Not really. It has all felt really good. If it feels good, how can it be wrong. It's not like we're hurting anybody. Ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know. And you're right, it does feel really good. It feels even better when somebody else is messing with my dick."

"Have you done this with anyone else?"

Shawn sat up, taking a drag on his cigar. "No," he said. "Just you."

"Me either," said Sam as he lay back.

They lay there, not talking and finished their cigars.

"I think I'm ready to sleep," said Sam drowsily.

"Me too."

Shawn stood up and turned out the lanterns, plunging them into the dark of an Indian Summer night. He lay back down, playing the night's activities over and over in his mind. He liked it. He liked it all.

Without thinking about it, Shawn reached over and rested his hand on Sam's dick and gently gripped it. He heard a soft murmer in the darkness, then felt a hand rest on his own dick.

Smiling to themselves, Sam and Shawn fell asleep, holding onto their new toys like they were security blankets.