This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me
Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.
Will Smith -- My dad
Vivian Smith My mom
Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.
Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased
Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend
George Toliver -- old grade school buddy
George Toliver, Sr, -- (duh!)
Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)
Jim -- George's cousin
Uncle Jake Smith-- Will's Brother
Aunt Lindy -- Uncle Jake's wife
Seth Gary -- One of Jake and Lindy's other nephews
Etta -- The Jacob Smith's housekeeper.
Jake Smith Jr. Jack's cousin
Colin -- Jake's partner
Carrie Smith -- Another of the Smith cousins
Al -- Carrie's Partner
Chris Gary -- Seth's older brother.
Craig -- Chris's partner
Mario -- Old high school friend
From Chapter 18:
"Oh -- I know! Um -- what would you do if George walked back into your life -- today?"
I was stunned by the question. "I -- I would be surprised -- I guess, and - - "
"And?" He prodded.
"I'd try to be his friend. If he'd let me."
"His friend?"
"Sure. But -- I think - "
"Jack -- that's what he wants to do."
"Huh?"
"His wife has decided she wants out. She left and is getting it annulled."
"WHAT!!??" I was appalled.
Chapter 19
"George is at my house. He couldn't go home. He wanted to come to your house, but couldn't do that either. We saw you walk out here, and he asked me to come out and ask you -- if he can come out - - too?"
"Come out?" I repeated.
"Well, really he wants to come -- back in -- to your life." I put my face in my hands. Jim continued, "He says that - "
"Shut up for a minute, Jim. Let me think!" His linked arm dropped from mine. "Jim, no! Don't -- I mean -- just wait -- please?" After about 3 -- 4 minutes, I said, "No."
"No?" Jim said.
"I mean, if he had broken it off with her and came to me, I might consider it. But he didn't. She broke it off with him and so he wants to just walk back into my life -- just like that? I don't THINK so! And what would happen the next time his daddy decided it was time for him to -- get married -- or something."
Jim was looking at me as if I had just inverted my hoverboard. He put his hands up to his mouth and wiped at it. "I -- I -- don't know quite how to feel." He said.
I didn't know quite how to feel either. I had a good time with Mario but couldn't see him in my immediate future -- in any major role. I was still -- dare I even say it? -- in love -- with George, but -- but -- I was growing ever so much fonder of Jim! "I think I know how you feel Jimmy -- I really do!" I said.
"You really don't want me to ask George to come out here?"
"Jim, if he's waiting back at your house, it would be rude for me to say that. But I -- don't -- er -- can't -- let myself be -- um -- well, my heart -- be broken again -- like that. I was just beginning to start feeling a little better -- thanks to you, and - "
"I KNOW!" Said Jim. "Jack, um -- if you really don't want to take George back -- I want a chance."
I blinked. I looked at Jim. "Jim -- that's what I have been trying to tell you, I - " I paused a minute to let it sink in that maybe Jim wanted to be with me too.
"I mean, when you wanted him -- so did I -- but now -- now! Now you don't want him -- so -- I want to try for him!"
It was a good thing that I was already sitting down. It felt like a fire just blew out inside me. My eyes shifted from Jim's to third base, then out to the levee that holds the flood waters in at the river bed. I sighed.
"What?" Jim asked. "What happened? You okay?"
I shook my head. I tried to shake out the feeling of desperation -- the feeling of imminent doom. I wanted to scream out, but -- I couldn't with Jim right there. I want Jim. Jim wants George. George wants me! But I couldn't tell Jim that!
"What -- er -- where'd you go?" A third voice said. "Oh!" George appeared from behind the backstop. "Oh!" He said again. "You found him!" George sat down next to me -- with Jim at my other side. I felt him look at me, but I was still looking at the levee. "So -- did Jimmy tell you anything?" I nodded, but said nothing. "and - - ?" I still said nothing.
"He wants to know if you'll take him back, Jack." Jim stated the obvious.
I turned to Jim, not wanting to even meet George's eyes. I whispered, "I can't." And I got up and ran back into my yard.
"Jack!" I heard one of them yell, I don't know which, as I closed the gate.
I entered the house and passed my Dad on the way to my bedroom.
"Hi son! Did you - "
I mumbled something and rushed into my room and took care not to slam the door. I threw myself onto my bed, and wailed into my pillow. I awoke again with the gentle but firm feel of my dad's hand on my back.
"Going through a rough time, huh son?" I nodded my head, my face turned toward the window.
"Sometimes I feel like a sniveling little kid!" I said.
"Jack -- you are still very young. The feelings you have -- I remember them. I still had them after I was married. I felt trapped many times. I was still immature -- immature and yet had taken on a responsibility that many grown, mature men have trouble with. Jack, I don't know what's going on between you and -- well, whoever -- but this much I know: You are all still very young. And maybe even more importantly -- so are they!"
I turned over and looked at Dad through very wet eyes. "Why does it have to be so hard -- Dad?"
"Well -- at least you can let it out. I was such a man -- stupid man -- I see it now -- I held it all in. At least you can let it out and get over it."
"I don't feel like I'm getting over it!"
"I know. It's too bad we have to go through hard times -- sad, excruciatingly painful times -- emotionally -- sometimes. But if we didn't, we wouldn't recognize how sweet the good moments are. Jack I know that doesn't give you much comfort right now, but it will."
I moved so my head was on Dad's lap. He looked a bit surprised, but started to stroke my forehead. As he looked down at me with nothing other than pure love, silent tears washed out of my, by now, aching eyes. My heart ached -- physically -- I could feel it -- in my chest -- a tight, painful crampy feeling.
"Dinner is ready, guys." My mom poked her head in.
"I don't think Jack is very hungry right now." Dad said and he patted my chest. "We can warm up some later if he wants."
Dad quietly left the room. I stared at the ceiling for awhile as it turned from yellow to orange to grey, and then darkness. I heard Mom and Dad finish dinner, and then I heard the dishwasher -- and the TV -- together. I heard when the dishwasher when it stopped. Then I heard the TV turned off and the house grew quiet except for the old wind-up wall clock by my bedroom door.
Tick-tock, Tick-tock. It was almost soothing -- almost. All other noise has ceased. I wished that the clock would put me to sleep as it had done many times before. I looked at my glowing alarm clock.
2:37 AM
I slipped in to some warm clothes and slipped out of the house. I walked out into the park. I walked across to the levee and climbed up and looked at the moon washed, dry river bed. I walked down to the Firestone Blvd. overpass and even at almost 3 in the morning there was a steady stream of traffic over it -- and also I could hear the traffic on the nearby 605 freeway. I walked under the bridge, a little apprehensive about bums sleeping there. There weren't any. I looked around and when I was satisfied I was alone, I opened my mouth and let out a long, loud wail. I screamed out my rage at being 18. At being gay. At being immature! By the time I was finished, I didn't have much voice left. As I left, I heard a faint voice -- one I recognized. Ralph said to me, "He's waiting for you."
"What?" I mouthed. No sound came out. "He's waiting -- Jack, he's waiting." I stood there a moments listening - it was not louder than the wind or the cars crossing over the bridge. Nothing more ....
I walked back home feeling not much better, but somehow cleaner -- or something. I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow. I didn't dream anything memorable.
I woke up unfulfilled. I hoped that Ralph would come in my dream, wished that he was real - - -
I also woke up very hungry. It was New Year's Eve day. Mom and Dad were gone somewhere. It was 9:30 in the morning. My phone ring is what woke me up.
"Yeah?" I said groggily.
"Jack?" It was Jim.
"Yeah."
"Did I wake you up?"
"Naw, man -- I had to wake up to answer the phone.
(Pause) "Oh! Haha! Um -- we had plans for tonight. Um -- did you want to -- um -- still go out?"
(Not if you want to be with George!) I thought sadly. "Uhhhmm -- I don't care -- I don't want to be in the way. No. I just decided! I'm going to drive up to Santa Barbara -- to be with my cousins."
"Oh." Another long pause. "Well, o -- okay. Have fun."
He didn't sound the least cheerful about it. I couldn't think of anything to say. "Well," he continued, "Happy New Year -- I guess."
"Yeah -- same to you. Have fun. bye." I mustered. I immediately keyed in Seth's number.
"Heyyy-lo and Happy New Year!" He said.
"This is Jack."
"Oh! Great. You having any fun yet?"
"No. who is this?" I asked.
"Your cousin -- Jake!"
"Oh! Hi Jake!" his enthusiasm was contagious. "Isn't this Seth's phone?"
"Yeah. He left it on the living room table last night and it was our turn to sleep on the couch."
"Hi Jack!" It had to be Colin, hollering in the background.
"Tell him hi." I said.
"So why so glum -- seems to me you ought to be here with us! Then you won't be glum!"
"I was hoping you would say that!" I said.
"Well -- COME ON UP!" He said, sounding like a rodeo announcer.
"Okay." I barely got out and hung up. The contrast of his exuberance and -- and -- how I felt was too much for me. I was blubbering like a baby as I threw some clothes in my suitcase. I felt like an idiot, and was relieved that no one was home. But that also gave me permission to let it go -- so I did -- again. Not as bad as under the bridge, but I thought I got it out of my system! It was as much frustration as broken heart!
I got up to Santa Barbara, pulling into my uncle's driveway at 1:30 PM sharp. Etta stepped out the kitchen door and beckoned to me.
"You come in and eat!" She ordered. From my last visit, I knew not to argue. No one else was in the kitchen or the dining room, but someone was in the living room. "You go wash up and I will fix you lunch."
"Etta, you don't have to - "
She stared me down and I went to wash my hands. She still scares me! I walked through the living room and my aunt and uncle were there. "Jack! What a nice surprise! I thought you were gone to Downey!" Said Aunt Lindy.
"J -- Jake invited me back." I stammered, not wanting to explain further. I guess she sensed it and said no more.
Uncle Jake looked up from a book he was reading and nodded, then said, "Etta can probably find you something to eat - "
"Yeah, thanks! She's already fixing it." I said.
"You wash you hands?" Said Etta -- more like an order than a question.
I ran to the bathroom and washed up, and also washed my face and combed my hair. It is getting pretty long -- too long, actually.
When I came back through the living room, my cousin , Carrie, was there with her partner, Al. "Hey pretty boy!" Al said. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
"Hi." I said.
"What're you doing back here?" Said Carrie. "I thought you had a boyfriend who couldn't come."
"Leave the boy alone, Carrie!" Aunt Lindy said. "He's going to the kitchen to eat."
"You wash up?" Hollered Etta from the kitchen. You soup getting' cold!"
She smiled sweetly as I entered the kitchen. "You goina hab a good time tonight!" She said as she put some pink soup in front of me. I thought it was going to be cream of tomato, but it turned out to be home made lobster bisque. With large chunks of lobster in it. And she served the most delicious rolls I ever ate -- garlic cheese rolls that were as light as a feather.
She refilled the large bowl as soon as I was almost finished with the first serving. I was hungrier than I realized. I ate two huge bowls of the soup and about 6 rolls!
"Thank you, Etta. That was really delicious!"
"You gonna be a happy boy tonight!" She repeated.
I didn't see how that was going to happen. When I walked across the driveway, there was a Porsche that wasn't there when I came in. I looked closely as I walked past it to get my suitcase out of my van.
I walked up the stairs to the flat above the garage. I knocked and Jake opened the door. He gave me a warm hug and then so did Colin, Seth, Rob, Denny and Luke. They all had gleeful looks on their faces. Well, they WERE looking forward to a New Year's eve with their favorite people. It was infectious, and I was soon grinning too.
"Where's your brother, Chris, Seth? -- and Craig?" I asked.
"They're down at my parents house in Cerritos." He said.
"They took the Escalade with all the kids!" Said Denny.
"We have the flat all to ourselves for a wild party all night tonight!" Said Jake.
"Well, as `all night' as we can hold out, anyway," Said Colin, still grinning.
"You get the middle bedroom, Cuz!" Said Jake.
"Oh, I can't do that! I can sleep on the couch -- or down in the big house. I don't even have anyone to -- I mean -- those are king sized beds!"
"No arguments on this one, Young-un!" Reiterated my older cousin. He opened the bedroom door and handed me my suitcase.
I walked in the door and set my suitcase on the floor, kind of bewildered. Some thing was up and I couldn't quite figure it. I started through the shower room at the hazy sea --
The door thumped closed. I turned and standing behind where the door was - -
"Jim!" I said, involuntarily sitting on the bed. "What're -- I mean how - ?"
"I had Seth's number still in my cell phone. I called and told him the situation and he told me to come up. George insisted I take his car."
"What -- huh? Uh -- ohhhhhh! The Porsche! But -- I'm still confused! I thought you and George - "
"Jack, I wanted to come with you as soon as you said you were coming. I called to see if we could still be together tonight! But then you said you were coming up here -- and - " he looked at the floor. "And you didn't invite me, so I couldn't exactly invite myself -- except of course I did invite myself -- with a lot of pushing from George."
"Oh. I -- um -- still don't get it. I thought you wanted George."
"I'm sorry. So did I. But -- George doesn't want to have that kind of relationship with anyone right now. So - "
"So here you are, settling for your second choice!" I said, mirthlessly. I turned away from him.
"No! It's not like that!" He strode to me, but didn't touch me. "I mean -- I guess it is, but -- so are you!"
"Huh?"
"You wanted George -- first and then when that didn't work out -- you -- well, I like to at least fantasize -- you settled for me." He said quietly.
"It wasn't that - " I started, then realized - - he's right! "Erm -- I guess you're right!"
"So -- I thought -- with some help from my cousin," Jim said, "that maybe you and I could still at least spend tonight together. We can still date other guys -- if you want -- but tonight can be ours -- if you want. And -- if not -- I can drive home."
"Don't be stupid!" I said. "Of course you're not gonna drive home!" I pulled him down on the bed next to me.
"Jack, I feel like I've been through Hell in the last 24 hours!" He said.
"<<SIGH!!>> Did you see me there?" I said darkly sarcastic.
"You too, huh?" He said.
STUPID tears filled my eyes again, just thinking about it. I looked away. Jim's hand gently touched my face; his finger tips wiped my cheeks. I looked into his equally wet eyes. We lay down on the bed and held each other, as we each dealt with our separate hurts.
He was the first to start giggling. He tried to stifle it and he almost choked, after which I joined him. When we were finished giggling, we just stared into each others faces, hearing nothing except the loud-ish music that was playing out in the living room.
We embraced again. The first embrace was a mutual empathy hug. The second one was closer and more sensual. Our faces seemed to of their own accord come together and we kissed deeply. Oh yeah! This just may be the best New Years ever!
We got up and approached the door out to the living room. I think he too was expecting everyone to be expectantly looking at us as we walked out. They weren't. Each of them was doing something to make the flat festive. Seth and Luke were in charge of the kitchen, since they actually lived there. I could smell good odors, as they worked to create a Hawaiian luau. There was barbecued pork and chicken, and lots of combinations of island delicacies and staples. I asked about the obvious lack of poi.
"No one likes poi." Said Luke. "It's just something that traditional Hawaiians eat at a luau to remember their ancestors and what they had to survive on. You ever eat it?"
"Yeah -- blecht!" I said, laughing. "What can we do?" I asked.
"Pretty much everything's covered, Cuz!" Said Jake. "Why don't you go show your friend the cliffs?"
"Oh! And -- has he seen the showers? Said Denny. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that!"
"Showers?" Said Jim.
I led him back into the bedroom and out the door to the shower room. He looked at it a moment, with its three shower stations and floor to ceiling glass wall overlooking the surf far below. The showers are behind the middle bedroom, making it the smallest.
The middle bedroom also has no windows, only a door into the showers, which makes it nice when you want to sleep late. There is a door out one end of the glass wall onto a landing.
We walked out onto the landing and then down some steps which eventually lead down to the very small beach. Otherwise it's mostly rocks below. We didn't walk down.
There was enough of a fog that you could just barely see Santa Cruz Island, the largest of the Santa Barbaras. The sky above the fog was bright orange, and the sun dimly shone through it at about the 2 o'clock level, and there were clouds above it. It was a rather eerie sight.
I stood half behind Jim, my arm around his shoulders. He shivered a little against the cool moist air. I stepped nearer, closing the gap between us, and wrapped my arms round his chest. We stood there in silence several moments, then he turned and pulled me into a close crunch hug, and we kissed for the second time that afternoon.
It was a delicious kiss. I made the mistake of closing my eyes. I almost uttered George's name.
But I didn't.
Jake invited us back in. It was getting cold anyway. We played some silly but fun "getting to know you" games, I'm sure to help Jim and I fit in a little better. Then out came the hors d'oeuvres. They weren't Hawaiian but they were very rich. Denny made them, from exotic ingredients that Rob got somewhere. Several friends of Seth and Luke came and one brought a small ice sculpture, shaped like a dragon, that fit into a champagne fountain.
Not much of the champagne was consumed before midnight. During the last minute, when the Times Square ball was falling, Seth's brother, Chris and his beau, Craig showed up. Of course at the stroke of the New Year midnight, most -- including me -- had someone to kiss. And kiss we did!
We danced and kissed and kissed and danced for the next 30 to 40 minutes. Some of the guests were dipping heavily from the champagne fountain, but none of our group seemed to want it -- or need it. About 1:30, some of the too drunk guests were about to leave.
"Let me call you a cab, Juan!" Said Jake. "You shouldn't be driving in the shape you're in."
"I'm okay!" Said Juan. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt Riley!" He said, stroking his partner's cheek. Then Juan stumbled on Riley's feet. From the floor he looked up to Jake and said, "Maybe I WILL let you call us a cab, Jake. Thanks."
That scenario was repeated 3 times. Two other couples were there and they were invited to sleep -- in sleeping bags -- on the floor. About 1:30 AM, Jim and I decided it was time to retire to the bedroom. He had drunk more champagne than I, but still was well under control.
We opened the door to our room, and when we closed it, we heard it. Someone was out of breath and panting heavily on the bed -- our bed!
"Oh! Sorry, Dudes!" I said We were just about to go to bed. Didn't mean to interrupt anything!"
As my eyes adjusted to the darker room, I could see that it was Chris and Craig. "We're Sorry! I guess when we returned unexpected, it didn't occur to ask if our sleeping arrangement was re-assigned." Said Chris.
"Don't worry," I said. "We can sleep out on the living room floor with the rest of the others."
"Naw! Dudes! This bed's plenty big for all of us! Make yourselves comfortable!" Said Craig.
But Chris was a little more sensitive: "Are you guys -- er -- I mean -- do you -- do -- sex with each other?"
"We've played a little."
"We can show you some new tricks!" quipped Craig.
Jim and I looked at each other, both in an almost scared grin.
"Craig!" Said Chris. "These guys are only 18!" He looked at me. "Right?" I nodded. "We don't wanna scar `em for life, Craig." Chris was trying to be serious, but I detected a smile trying to play through his set jaw.
I spoke up. "We've played a little but -- very little." I said.
"What're you up for?" asked Craig.
I looked at Jim again. Same scared grin -- like two 10 year olds taking their first peek at each other! Then together we said, "I'm not ready - " and I finished it with, "anything anal." Jim nodded. Then we both broke out laughing, at which the other two joined in.
"Okay!" Said Craig. "Now that we have YOUR ground rules, let us add a few. No cross-play. We only play with our partner. We don't do that. ."
"Any more." Said Chris. At our inquisitive look, he added, "We've tried it -- it's not for us. Besides, you just witnessed our climax."
"If you could call it that!"
"I'm afraid we ruined it for you! I said.
Ignoring that, Chris said, "Are you ready for lights out?"
Both Jim and I were wide eyed.
"I -- er -- guess." I said.
As soon as the lights WERE out, Jim was on me like gangbusters! He jumped on top of me and started kissing me passionately.
"So - " Said Craig, neither of the other two having moved yet, "Do you usually do this fully clothed?"
"Yeah." Said Chris. "You could at least take off your shoes!" And the two of them laughed their asses off. Of course no one could see that both Jim and I were red as beets.
"Listen," said Chris, "do you guys want us to go out to the living room? We really don't mind."
Both of us almost shouted, "NO!"
"Um -- we're really new to this, is all. Maybe you guys really could show us some new tricks." I said. I looked at Jim, and even in the dark I could see his smile was giving him sore jaw muscles.
"Okay," Said Chris. "The first thing I recommend is undressing each other. It can really be a sensual experience."
"Oh. Okay!" I said, and I quickly unbuttoned Jim's shirt and pulled it out of his pants.
"Okay, now hold on, Jack." Said Chris. "You're going too fast. Before you know it, you'll be all done and wonder what happened."
"Huh?" I said. Chris manually buttoned Jim's shirt back up. Jim shivered at the older mans hands on him.
"Now, just relax, Jack. I'm going to undo YOUR shirt." He pushed Jim out of the way and straddled me, sitting on my rock hard wood. "Haha! SOMEONE's excited!" He laughed. Then he unbuttoned one button, and played with my chest hair -- what little there was of it -- then he unbuttoned another and he actually kissed my chest, then came up and kissed my neck. I shivered and let out a moan.
Then he hopped off me and said, "Wanna finish the job, Jimmy boy?"
Jim was stunned at first, but then jumped on top of me and did as he was shown. He kissed my lips first, then went to unbuttoning each button, teasing my body as he went down, with each button either kissing, or licking or tickling the newly exposed skin. I was almost crazy when he finished. He removed my shirt.
"My turn!" Said Jim as he started to hop off me.
"Now see? There you go!" Said Craig, laughing.
"WHAT!!??" Said Jim.
"Just keep undressing your partner! Don't be in too much of a hurry to get `your turn'. It will come!"
Jim pouted a little and hopped back on me. He then unbuttoned the top of my pants. The pants I was wearing had a two-button closure at the top, plus a clasp and then another button inside. He played with each one teasing my wood and tummy and chest all the while. By the time he got to my fly, he was breathing harder than I was.
"I think you're catching the spirit of this, Young-uns! You're on your own -- unless you have questions." Said Craig. And thanks to you two, I'm ready to go again!"
Then he began to play with Chris.
Jim then started to pull down my fly with his teeth. "Wait!" I said. Everyone stopped and looked at me. I was embarrassed. "Um -- I'm kind of -- er -- commando underneath there, Jim. Be careful!" They all laughed.
Jim put his fingers under the fly as he continued to tug at it with his teeth to get it down, to protect the raging wood just under it. As he did this, just his breathing on my pubes and wood drove me almost insane.
As he cleared most of my tool, and was appreciatively sniffing around the head, I commanded, "Jim, STOP!" Again everyone stopped -- and looked at me. I started to laugh. "I was too close! I don't wanna come yet -- until I undress you!"
"That's a good plan!" Said Craig. "Because you won't feel much like doing anything very soon if you go off prematurely."
"THAT much I know. I said. That actually happened to me -- with George."
"George?" Said Chris.
"George is my cousin. We were both in love with him." Said Jim. "But that's another story for - - another day! Get to work, Jackamo!"
It was strange having Jim call me that. But it felt right, so I let it pass. I pretty much did the same to Jim with the exception that I sucked on his titties for awhile -- He liked it so much -- and so did I -- that I did it for a considerable time, and alternately sucked those and his mouth for awhile. He was breathing hard before I ever got to his pants.
Jim had on boxer-briefs -- that he must have bought on the way up here, because they still smelled new. That too turned me on. Then when I pulled them down, he shuddered and then moaned loudly. I barely touched it when white stuff started to ooze out. "you comin'?" I said.
"Not yet, but keep that up and it will be momentary!"
"Damn, you have a load of pre-cum, then!"
"Yeah, I always do." He said, breathlessly. "It's what I use to - " He stopped and swallowed hard. "Well, you know!" And I did know~!
I licked up some of the pre-cum and sucked at the head, which was not easy, because his dick was tight against his lower abs when hard. I loved the smell of it, small as it was. I pulled it away form his body and sucked it all the way into my watering mouth. Jim shrieked.
I expected a mouth full of his juice, but it did not happen yet. I started to slowly lick, suck and bob on his little meat-piece. He then started in to a labored breathing -- hard breathing, really and then he started to moan again and take in large volumes of air.
For such a little junior, he seemed to cum in pints! I was almost delirious from the musky smell and the heady taste of Jim-Juice. He grabbed my head and finished off, thrusting with all his might, squeaking and obviously trying to stifle the sound. He thrust his whole package, balls and all into my mouth. But it still didn't reach my throat.
"These walls are sound proof, guys!" Said Craig.
Well, nearly!" Said Chris.
I looked at Jim, his naked body awash in the light of the moon coming through the window. His head was turned to one side, eyes closed, and he was still taking in large volumes of air, his chest rising and falling quickly. As it gradually slowed down, I remembered -- I had not yet gotten off! Then it occurred to me -- I didn't care in the least.
I lay back on top of him and my mouth found his. He was content to even let me do all the work of this kiss. He was completely spent.
"That's the way it's supposed to be." Said Chris.
I looked up at the two of them. Craig added, "69 is good, but never quite as good as just giving -- or getting -- service.
"I know." I said dreamily. I went to kiss Jim again, and noticed -- he was sound asleep. Well, it was a long day." I lay down next to him and whispered, "night-night, Jimmy boy." Jim was pretty close to the edge of the bed, so I was lying between him and the other guys. I had momentarily forgotten that there was anyone else in the bed.
"You ready for a wild wank?" Said Craig.
"I -- really want to!" I said
"Well, I'm gonna fuck Chris's brains out in a moment. You probably might want to wank while we do that. Your partner there may sleep through it."
"Do you mind, Jimmy Boy?" I said. I liked the sound of that!
"Go for it!" Came Jim's voice, seemingly from another plane, his eyes still closed.
As I started to wank, slowly at first, self conscious because I never did it in front of anyone other than my brother before. And indeed when I looked over, Craig was slowly socking it to Chris, in time with my strokes. Then Chris braced himself -- by locking arms with me!
Craig started to speed up and then it was I who was keeping up with HIS rhythm. Suddenly Chris started to moan and I saw ribbons of his milky fluid coat shoot all over Craig's tummy and chest, Chris crying out his ecstacy. Then both Craig and I started to moan at the same time, and I was wanking so wildly it shot all over me, Jim and even over at the other two. I still was coming as I looked over and Craig was kissing Chris hard as he pumped the last of his stuff into him.
Craig then craned his neck over my way and kissed me -- on the mouth!
"Night-night, Jack! Night-night, Jimmy-boy!" Craig said. Pleasant dreams.
But I didn't dream that night. I only slept, warmed on one side by Craig, and on the other by Jim.
I woke up on my side. Jim was spooning me from the rear, his hand and arm around my waist, with my pee-pole firmly in his grip. Chris's dark blond hair loomed close in front of me, as I spooned him equally as close, trapping Jim's hand where it was. It didn't seem to mind! Craig was backed in close to Chris, and my arm was around both of them. It felt something like what heaven might feel like -- I thought. I went back to sleep.
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