Jeremy's Swim Lesson 10

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Jeremy's Tale

  Part Ten 

I was having the coolest dream! Howie and Chet and I were at a hotel for the night, and we'd done plenty! Now they were were taking turns kissing up and down my entire body and using their mouths on my willy. It was so great! They wouldn't let me finish, and kept stopping before I got too close. They'd tickle me a little, kiss me a lot, touch me all over, and just make me go crazy.

It was a great dream.

But then I realized that I wasn't asleep. Not anymore, at least. I blinked and shivered, then sat up a little. I realized we really were in a hotel, and they really were doing that to me! I saw Chet sucking on me and Howie kissing up my stomach. Both their hands were going all over me.

My feet angled together and I gasped, "Oh, gawd," and fell on my back.

"He's awake, Chet."

"Mmm-hmmm."

Oh, wow, did it freaking feel great when Chet mumbled that without stopping what he was doing!

"Awww, geeze!" I grunted, and then I was off.

I wished I had woken up a lot sooner! But it was still so neat to wake up to that! Far better than the feelings from waking up during a sex dream with a woody and those tingly feelings. I was exploding like crazy! I just held onto Chet's hair and grunted as I pumped into his mouth. His hands and Howie's tickled me all over and Howie tongued my nipple.

I kept pumping and Chet kept sucking and swallowing and tonguing! Then I couldn't stand it any longer and I pulled him off of me by his hair. I gasped and panted for a few seconds as he and Howie kissed and licked their way up my body to kiss me at the same time. It tasted like my semen, and none of us seemed to care at all.

"Oh my gosh!" I breathed heavily as soon as I had the chance.

They both laughed, then Chet asked, "Is that great or what?"

"Oh, yeah!" I agreed.

I bet my molars were showing, I was smiling so wide!

"It's not fair you got the goods," Howie complained at Chet.

Chet shrugged, then grinned weirdly. Howie grinned wider, then started kissing down my front. Chet kissed me as his hands tickled my arms and his chest was directly on mine. He moved so that he was mostly on top of me as Howie started kissing my sensitive, ticklish prick. Then Howie started licking and sucking it, and it was way too much! I wasn't very ticklish, but that was the most extremely ticklish thing I had ever felt! I just couldn't stand it!

I tried to say something to get Howie to stop, but Chet was kissing me really strongly. I tried to pull away, but he was pushing his lips into mine so hard and holding my head with both of his hands. I tried to wiggle away, but he was lying right on top of me with all of his weight. I was trapped!

And Howie's mouth was driving me absolutely insane! I'd never felt anything even close to how tickling that was! And it felt so very good, too! And his hands were playing with my balls and squeezing and rolling them and... geeze!

I struggled all I could! I laughed so hard that I got weak and just gave up. I don't know if I got used to it, or if Howie started doing something different, but it got so that I could stand it and felt so very good.

My legs kicked all on their own, my back arched, and when Chet stopped holding my head down and kissing me so hard, my head pounded into the pillow, and I couldn't do anything about any of that. My hips swiveled and twisted and thrust and jerked. Howie's tongue touched every inch of my manhood as his lips went up and down on it. He sucked it so hard! One of his hands played with my balls while his other tickled from my thighs to my tummy, then back and along my side. My breathing became so rapid and all I could do was laugh between those rapid gasps for air. Chet had to start kissing my face and neck because I couldn't do anything but pant and whine and laugh! Then he moved down and attacked my nipples with his lips and tongue.

All I could do was lay there and whine and grunt and wriggle and thrust and giggle and hope that I didn't split my penis in half when I finished.

I think it went on forever! Now I knew what tickle-torture really was!

And then I found out what an explosive orgasm really is. It's when you shoot so hard it almost hurts, it feels so good. It's when that space behind your sack feels like it's imploding. It's when your whole body goes rigid and tense and you can't even breathe or think or see.

The only thing that exists is your penis as it pumps so hard it feels like it might not ever be able to do that again. Ever.

And it feels like it won't ever end!

But it does. And your vision comes back. And your body falls into a slack and shuddering pile of goo. All your bones are dust, all your nerves are fried, and all your muscles are melted. It's just your hot penis, your aching balls, and your panting breaths.

And in this case, Howie's lips kissing up your body while Chet returns to your lips. And then the taste of your own semen again as all three of us battled for space with each other.

And my continuing, broken giggles.

Then Chet started kissing Howie, then Howie rolled over me, swapping ends and ending up on his hands and knees on top of Chet, who was on his back. Then I watched as they did that to each other, using their hands at the same time, going really fast and making a lot of noises. I got a little hard, but not fully. It kind of hurt a little when it tried. I was afraid to even touch it. It felt hot and sore. I just watched them do that to each other. I could tell when Chet finished first, and when Howie did just a few seconds after that.

Howie climbed back over me, switched ends again, and we snuggled up together with me in the middle again. We kissed all together and I tasted their semen at the same time. It was so musky and earthy.

Then they stretched out, arms over me, legs over me, bodies right up against me. I snaked my arms under them and wished it would be like that forever.

I kept giggling. It wasn't that something was so funny, it was just that my body felt so drained and so great. And I was enjoying all this so much. And it was so nice to be in between them like that.

Howie pulled up the blanket and we got warm and cozy and I was asleep almost right away.

Someone was rocking me by shaking my chest side to side. I opened my eyes to see Chet's green eyes looking right into mine.

"Morning, sleepy-head," he said, grinning at me.

"Morning. I wouldn't be so sleepy if someone didn't wake me up in the middle of the night."

We laughed. I heard the shower running. I noticed that his hair was wet.

"Okay. Next time we'll let you sleep."

"No way!"

He laughed and kissed me. He smelled like toothpaste and soap.

"Howie will be out in a bit, so how about you get ready to shower. We've got a lot to do today."

He slapped my tummy just hard enough to make me wince. The blanket was back and I was exposed, and I figured he had probably been looking at me for a while before he had woken me up. I heard the shower shut off and was sure I was right.

"Take a picture?" I asked.

He laughed and then said, "Nope. Would have if I had a camera, though. Come on, get moving."

He got off the bed and I sat up. I really did need a shower. I smelled like sweat and dried semen. I got clean clothes out of the pack, which I guessed one of them brought in from the car. Howie came out of the bathroom. He was naked and wet, toweling off as he came into the room. He grinned at me. I was already grinning and probably red-faced.

"Your turn, hot stuff," he said with a wink at me.

I was sure they had both looked before I was awake.

"Good thing you didn't bring a camera, too," I said, walking past him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

I didn't answer. I heard Chet explain.

"He's a sharp little shit, isn't he?" Howie asked just as I reached to turn on the shower.

I showered fast, did the morning things, and couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror as I combed my hair the way Chet had shown me. I walked out naked, just for the hell of it. I got dressed in front of them. I wasn't hard, but I wasn't soft. And they were quiet and watching the whole time.

"Created. Monster."

"No kiddin'," Chet agreed with a shake of his head.

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"Ya know, you can get away with that innocent act with others, but not with us, you little minx."

"What's a minx?"

They looked at each other and grinned, shaking their heads, laughing.

"What?"

"Get your shoes on. We got to get started if we're gonna make the museum before the game."

"What museum? What game?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Chet said.

I could easily tell that he was pulling my leg.

He waited until he and Howie both had their jackets on, then fished in one of the pockets of his for something. He held something out toward me. I finished getting my shoes on, then went to take them from him. Three tickets to the ball game that afternoon.

"Holy cow! I thought it was just a trick!"

"What? Us lie to your parents? Come on," Howie said as if I'd insulted him.

I felt hugely better, knowing that there was so much truth to what he -we - had told my parents.

"But, there was still one lie," I said.

"Oh? What?" Chet asked as we all walked outside and I was still admiring the tickets.

"We didn't stay at your uncle's."

"Sure we did," he said, grinning even wider. "Check out the sign," he added, pointing at it with a nod.

"Hawkins Hotel?" I read out loud. "No way!"

"My great-grandfather built it in 1889. It was torn down and rebuilt just before I was born. My uncle runs it."

He hadn't lied to my parents at all. We hadn't.

We had breakfast at the diner in the hotel, which was really good. Or I was really hungry. I asked if their uncle would see us.

"He's not here weekends. Only weekdays. Him and my aunt are probably home, having lunch by now."

"That's my cousin, though," he said, nodding at a girl behind the counter.

She looked enough like him I didn't doubt it. Before we finished eating, she came over and said hi to him. She made such googly eyes at Howie, I had to laugh.

The museum was a gas. I have to admit to being a bit of a dork. It wasn't a true museum, Indianapolis wasn't that big a city, but it was a neat old building filled with all kinds of things. I liked the exhibit on trains the best.

We saw everything, and I spent a quarter on a wax statue of a mastodon and fifty cents on a poster of the Indianapolis 500 starting grid for last year.

We went to a fair that was advertised on posters at the museum and had corn dogs and sodas. I refused to go on any rides. They only had kiddie ones anyway. We got another soda and headed to the ballpark.

Victory Field was great. The seats were between home and third, about ten rows from the front. I'd never sat so close! When I went with Dad, we usually were up so high we joked about nosebleeds. It was a gas! The players were close enough I could read their numbers and names on the jerseys, and see them sweating! The dugout was almost right in front of us and I could see the emotions on the the players' faces as they came back from the field. Sitting there, the crowd yelled at the players and such. We joined of course. It was so great!

The Indians lost, but it was close. There was White Sox stuff for sale along with the Indians', so I spent most of my money on new caps, one of each. Howie complained about the Indians being associated with the Sox, but Chet was as big a fan of the Sox as he was the Cubs, so he defended my purchase. At least they weren't still affiliated with Philadelphia or Cleveland.

The only bad thing was it got so hot. We were all so sweaty by the end of the game our shirts were soaked through. My underwear was, too. I was really uncomfortable all the way back to the hotel, and tired and worn out.

After prying ourselves off the hot, sticky car seats, we trudged inside and plopped down anywhere we could. Howie took a chair, I fell onto the bed, and Chet went into the bathroom. I pulled my shirt off and let the cold air chill my skin. I heard water running in the bathroom and wondered if we had time to shower before we went home. Then I realized that we probably shouldn't even be there, that it was way past checkout time.

"How come you still had the key to the room?" I asked loudly enough for him to hear over the water running, so long as it was just the sink and not the shower. And without opening my eyes.

"Uncle's place, remember? I'll hand in the key later."

"Got to pay for the day?"

"Nope."

"Cool."

A hand landed on my upper back and slid down it. I shivered a little. It went all the way down to the waistband of my pants, then over my butt, massaged around a bit, then onto my thigh and moved around there for a bit before going back to my butt and being joined by the other.

Chet's voice came from inside the room, saying, "Geeze, How, you horny or somethin'?"

Howie laughed and stopped.

"I don't mind," I said, still not opening my eyes.

"I bet not," Chet laughed. "I need some energy, though. I'm drained from the museum and the park and then sitting in the sun during the game. How about you go get us something cold, How?"

I opened my eyes and rolled over. I hardly thought about how my erection would probably show. It was just Howie and Chet. Chet had his shirt off and Howie was just walking out the door.

"I see you're horny, too," Chet said, grinning at me.

"Always," I replied.

"I would be, but I'm pretty much half cooked."

His face looked a little sunburned, even though he had that tan. I looked at my arms and saw that I was sort of pinkish. My arms and face felt a little hot, too. I went to the bathroom and saw I had a little sunburn. I was used to it. I rarely spent all day in the sun working on the farm. Most of it was in the barn with the animals, or sometimes on the tractor with dad under the canopy. I usually got enough sun to tan some, but got burned sometimes. And this wasn't a bad one.

Chet came into the bathroom and looked at me standing there without my shirt. He grinned. That made me grin.

"When Howie gets back, how about a shower?"

"Together?"

"Sure," he said with a shrug.

I got even harder. I nodded. I smiled. He smiled wider. He picked up his towel and overnight kit in one hand, mine in the other. Howie came back.

"Make sure the door is locked," Chet said.

"You guys gettin' busy without me?" he asked.

He handed Chet and me a cold Coke. We sipped and rolled the bottles on our sunburns. Howie turned on the television, but there wasn't anything on it.

Chet belched loudly, then said, "Shower time, guys."

We stripped and got under the water. It stung the sunburns, but Howie didn't have any. His darker skin hadn't burned at all. He had a blast making us flinch by softly slapping ours. I got him back by not so softly slapping his dangling nuts.

We were all hard. But first we washed off the sweat and dust. Shampoo and soap. Squeaky skin and hair.

Then roaming hands and tickles.

It was just touching and tickling for a while, then Howie leaned against the wall and spread his legs as wide as he could and got his butt as low as he could, then looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Come on, big boy, let's see what you can do."

Chet elbowed me and grinned.

"Serious? I thought you guys, well, only did that with each other?"

"We do. But, we talked while you were walking around the trains at the museum. We both want to be with you," Chet said. "So, if you're game, how about you give it to Howie, then me?"

I wasn't going to say no!

I got up behind Howie, and Chet helped, and I slipped in easy. It wasn't nearly as tight as Chet's, but it was as smooth and felt as good. In no time, I was humping Howie like crazy.

"You need to reach around and do something for Howie."

I let go of Howie's hip with one hand and reached around and started stroking him. It was so thick compared to mine. It felt really neat to hold it from that angle and stroke it like that.

Chet stood behind me with his chest against my back, and moved his hands up and down my chest. It felt really good under the water like that. He pushed his erection into my butt cheeks, moving with me.

The sounds of the water and the wet skin were really neat. And Howie made soft groans.

"Oh, shit, Jer, man!" Howie was groaning.

"Save some for me," Chet said from behind me, his hands roaming all over my chest and tummy.

"We better get on the bed before Jer winds it up," Howie said.

I pulled out of him, then let go of him, and followed Chet to the bed. He got on his hands and knees. I saw that secret place again. My dick throbbed like mad. Howie got on his hands and knees next to him. They looked at me over their shoulders, grinning.

"Wow," came out before I knew it.

They wiggled their butts at me. I climbed onto the bed behind Chet and shuffled into place, and put the end of my dick against his tan hole, and pushed. He pushed back. I started sliding in. It was so tight!

I watched my dick going in and out of Chet and the two of them kissing. My balls swung some as I fucked him, which was a new sensation, and that felt so cool. But the air conditioning in the room and being wet from the shower meant they shrunk up pretty soon. I had to go slow at first, but then I was able to go faster as, I guess, Chet stretched and got used to it. I held onto his hips and started smacking into his butt.

"Switch," Howie said.

For a second I didn't get it, but then I did. I pulled out of Chet, scooted sideways, and pushed into Howie again. He was looser and it was easy. I was able to go fast right away. I reached around and stroked him in time with my hips.

"Sheeze, Jer! You're a natural!" Howie crooned.

He wiggled his hips and clenched his anus around me. It was really good!

"Switch," Chet said.

I moved over to him and worked back inside of him. It wasn't as easy as with Howie at all. I reached around and stroked him. His thinner dick was longer, and easier to hold onto. I had to move slower inside of Chet, but that tightness felt really good.

I was just getting into it when Howie said, "Switch."

I moved over behind him and pushed in quickly. I reached around and grabbed his thick dick and stroked him. I went fast right away.

"Deep and hard, big boy," Howie told me.

I did. It was great!

"Switch."

Back to Chet. I had to work it in again. I wasn't sure, but it didn't seem quite as tight. I reached around and stroked his longer dick. It was slippery, and I used my hand on the end of it a lot. He groaned and said I was doing really well around kissing Howie.

"Switch."

Back to Howie and I almost rammed it in. I went in fast and hard and deep. I stroked him in time with my hips. I was getting close. So was Howie, because he was really wet and I felt his dick swell up just as he said, "Switch."

I pulled out, let go, and moved back to Chet. Tight and slow at first, then a little faster as he said to. I stroked him in time with the movements of my hips. I was getting close again. My breath was really fast. I was sweating. It felt great. I felt great.

"Switch."

Back to Howie and fast and deep and hard.

"Shit, don't stop. Keep going," Howie grunted.

I felt his dick bend in my hand and his hole tighten up around my dick, and then warm, thick, slippery, gooey semen on my hand. It was so cool to feel his hole working around my dick, and his dick working in my hand. He grunted and gasped.

"Switch," Howie grunted.

I pulled out and Howie grunted again. I moved to Chet and went in. Tight and hot and slow. I stroked him in time.

"So nice!" Chet groaned.

"I'm going to!" I said.

"Slow down," Chet said.

He took over on his own dick and I felt his body moving as he stroked himself fast and hard. Then I felt his hole clenching down on my dick and I knew he was finishing. And his hole doing that made me start to finish.

Chet shuddered and groaned, still kissing Howie. I went a little faster and the pressure built up. A couple more thrusts and I shoved forward and grunted and shook as I pumped my stuff into him. I let myself grunt. I didn't care if they heard.

I fell onto Chet's back. He rolled under me and gave me a long kiss. Howie ran his hands over my back. I shivered a little and sighed a lot.

We didn't say anything. We just lay there and touched and smiled for a long time.

"We have to be heading back. Showers again," Chet said.

We did. We stroked each other a lot, and we all ended up shooting off again. Then we got clean and dried and dressed.

The sun was low in the sky as we got into Chet's car. We still hadn't said anything since the bed. We smiled a lot.

I stretched out on the back seat and smiled at the roof. The radio played. The tires hummed along with the engine.

I felt strange. Light and happy. I smiled as I thought about things. I thought about how great it was to be a homosexual. How great it was that Chet and Howie had found me. How great it was that they were such good guys. How great it was that there were another dozen guys who were also homosexuals, and I was getting to know them, and I could see them on Friday nights and play poker and joke around with them. How great it was to know what I liked, and that it wasn't all dark and scary and lonely.

I thought about Mitchell. I felt something really nice when I did. I sighed and grinned wider. I knew I liked boys, and that I liked Chet, and Howie, and the other guys at the poker game, like Terry and David, but that I really, really liked Mitchell.

I knew I would have to hide that, like how I hid that I liked boys, but I knew that I couldn't have everything. I could admire him, and maybe be friends with him, and play on the baseball team with him, but I couldn't have him. That hurt. It made me feel sad, and almost alone again, until I remembered that I was in Chet's car, with Howie, and that next weekend I'd get to see the other guys at the poker party, and get to spend some time with them, and Chet and Howie.

I stretched out on the back seat, resting my head on the top of the door with the window down. The farm fields rolled by, the hot air blew through my hair, the sun set. I thought and smiled.

* * *

"You're home," I heard Chet say.

I had fallen asleep. I sat up to see them smiling at me.

"You're so cute when you're asleep," Howie said, grinning at me.

"Good thing again you don't have a camera," I said, grinning back.

They grinned at each other, then at me again. I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and hopped out, closing it behind me.

"See ya at school tomorrow," Chet said, leaning out his window. "Good night, Jer."

"Night, Jer. See ya," Howie said from the far side of the car.

"Night guys. Thanks a million. For everything."

I wanted to hug them. Maybe kiss them. I would just have to wait until next weekend. I'd see them around school. And my other friends, too.

I couldn't remember feeling so happy as I waved while Chet backed out of the driveway. He honked his horn and waved, then pulled off.

Mom and Dad had kept a plate in the oven for me, and I tore through it like a tornado. After cleaning the plate and fork, I went to the den to say thanks. They asked if I'd had a good time, and I said it was probably one of the best days of my life.

"Did your chores, so you can go study and hit the rack," Dad said.

I couldn't remember him ever doing my share of the chores, except when I was really sick or hurt. I was shocked.

"Don't expect me to cover your chores again. I just thought you could use a break. You've been doing well lately."

"Gee, thanks, Dad."

I didn't know what else to say. It was actually embarrassing. And touching.

"Don't get all mushy on me. Get upstairs and do your homework."

"Sure thing. Nite."

They said good night, and went upstairs and did my homework. There wasn't much left, and I was done soon. I got out of my clothes and stretched out on my bed in clean underwear, with my hands behind my head, and thought again. And smiled again. And fell asleep.

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