Senior class trip 3 (t/t,oral,anal,humil) by Matthew Lake
Previously...
"Thank you, Steve. I'm glad you let me suck you." I said honestly. It was easier to say this time.
"Don't worry about it. Your shorts say everything," he said pointing to the large wet spot in my trunks where I had clearly cum while I was blowing him. "That's the sign of a true fag. Doesn't even need to touch himself. Cums from a cock in his mouth or ass. Well, we'll see if that last part is true later." And with that, Steve turned and started to walk back towards the road.
And now the exciting conclusion...
I watched Steve's ass as he walked away, twin firm mounds sloping gently into a beautiful, tanned back. Although I watched his entire retreat, he didn't look back at me, still kneeling in the clearing, as he turned the bend retracing his steps to the road and presumably back to the camp. Absently, my hand wandered into the waistband of my shorts, collecting what I could of my load and dragging it out of my shorts. I looked at the creamy fluid on my fingers. The smell of it was strong, and my initial instinct to taste it was overruled as I wiped my hand on the grass beside me disgusted at what I'd become.
I knelt there a cocksucker. I'd allowed myself to be used sexually by another man. I'd let Steve put his cock inside me, to use my mouth like a cunt. I could still taste his cum on the insides of my cheeks and on my tongue, and my throat ached slightly from his rough use as he fucked me harder near the end. I knelt there in shame, in humiliation.
My shame came from actually taking the penis of another man into my body and consuming his ejaculate; my humiliation was borne of my begging to do it and of thanking him for his load deposited in my mouth. As I stood up and started walking back to camp myself, I vowed that I would not let Steve use me again. The taste in my mouth proved what I was; I couldn't claim to be straight. But I could be strong, make myself hold out against the queer acts my body craved to perform. While I couldn't deny my gayness, I could hold out against acting upon it. I was resolute.
If I could avoid being alone with Steve again, I knew I could hold out, and in a little over a day, the bus would be heading home. At that point, I could try to forget the desires I'd revealed, the acts I'd performed, the person I'd become. For the time being, I would surround myself with classmates, making sure that I was in a group at all times. I wouldn't allow myself the opportunity to be overwhelmed by Steve's masculinity.
My conscience was resolute. But deeper inside, exitement and terror balanced on a razor wire. My heart raced with excitement every time my mind touched on what I had just done, pumping fresh adrenaline into my system. The urges of my body--my desires, particularly for Steve, were strong, the strongest feelings I'd ever experienced in my life. And I was terrified because I knew that even as disgusted as I was at myself, the desires I had for men were there, and growing stronger. Already, I missed the feel of him in my mouth, his cockhead like velvet against my tongue, my palms against his thighs, his pubes tickling my nose. I knew that the intoxicating smell of him would overwhelm the thin shield of resolve that my conscience had built up no matter how loud the dissenting voice in my head.
I marched into camp determined. As I looked around, I didn't see any of the other campers. I checked the girls cabin first, finding it empty, and decided to check the boys cabin, assuming everyone must be gathered there. As ragged as my emotions were, I began to panic as I stepped into the boys cabin to find it empty as well. I heard movement in one of the bedrooms and walked towards it, my shoes clumping on the floor.
"Is that you, Lake?" I heard Steve's voice. "I'm in here." My panic grew but I balled it up and walled it off in a corner of my mind as I continued toward the room.
"Where is everyone?" I asked as I approached, hoping for a simple answer. I stepped into the doorway to see Steve in front of the door to the connecting bathroom toweling off. He was completely immodest as he acknowledged me with a quick glance in my direction. The tanned skin of his muscled legs, arms, and tight chest contrasted with the untanned white band around his middle, softening and highlighting his dick and balls as well as the fronts of his thighs. He was not hard and I sighed with relief. This was not a set-up.
Steve continued to dry off as he picked up his duffel and dropped it on the double bed. "The bus was pulling out just as I got back. Rohach (a chaperone) asked where you were and I told him you had a bit of a sore throat. I figured it was probably true." He looked into my eyes and grinned before finding a new pair of shorts in his duffel and putting them on as he continued. "Rohach said the class was going to a show in Branson and they'd be back a little after dinner. I said I'd watch over you until they got back."
He started towards me and I backed up a little, nervously, feeling the wall behind me. Steve stopped and looked at me. "Dude. Are you okay? 'Cause you're acting a little wierd. Is this about you giving me head? I told you already that I don't care that you're a faggot." Steve was standing right in front of me now, his body inches from mine, his face directly in front of mine. I had to tilt my head slightly to look into his eyes. His right hand found my left nipple and stroked it into hardness, twisting it gently, toying with me. "Now we have the whole afternoon, so I'm going to go outside and cook up some food, and you're going to shower, because you smell like cum and it's disgusting."
He twisted my nipple hard, but I was ready for it, expecting it, anticipating it. I wasn't ready for him to squeeze it hard again and hold it as he put his lips to my ear. "And make sure you wash your ass." I could feel him press his pelvis to mine. "I've taken one of your cherries today." His hips were grinding slowly, pushing me into the wall, and I could feel myself start to push back. The pain in my nipple was blunt, steady, the tingle in my crotch was roaring. "In a little while, I'm taking the other one. Got it?" With that, he let my nipple go and stepped back. As the blood returned to my tissue, the pain was immense and my breath left me in a rushing gasp.
My nipple continued to throb as Steve stepped towards the door. "To the shower with your little ass. Now, fag."
"Good timing," Steve said as I arrived at the beachfront area that housed the grill and our group's supplies. "Get your buns ready," he smirked, indicating the spread of condiments and accessories on the picnic table by the grill. I felt the blush rise through my chest and face, but went to the table and started preparing a hot dog bun.
"I could have made hamburgers, but I thought hot dogs suited you better." "Ready for another weenie?" "Is this one about average...you'd maybe know better than me."
Steve's comments peppered our conversation throughout dinner, and each of the suggestive remarks was punctuated with his smirk or outright laughter. I wasn't sure of his intention. Was he trying to make light of the change in our association, calm me down or desensitize me to what we had done? Or was it all three?
After we had finished, and replaced the food in the coolers that dotted the perimeter of the area, Steve looked at me and smiled. "Great lunch, even if I do say so myself. But here's a wager for you, Lake. Last one into the water's a cocksucker." With that, Steve took off towards the water, and after an initial moment of shock, I was right on his heels. The water wasn't far and he beat me to it by a hairsbreadth, breaking the surface with a dive from the end of the dock just as I arrived in the shallows.
He surfaced and started swimming out to the floating island about fifteen yards into the lake. I began to follow, but found myself conflicted. This is just the type of one-on-one situation I had determined to avoid. I swam in place, bobbing up and down for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. Where was I to flee? I was trapped in the middle of god's country with nowhere to go, and no one to help me out until after dinner, and we had just finished lunch. If I went to the cabin, Steve would surely follow. In the cacophony of my thoughts, I determined it would just be best to ignore Steve's inuendo and resist any advances he made. I prayed for every shred of strength my god could summon in keeping me on the, quite literally, straight and narrow.
Just as I arrived at the floating oasis, Steve cannonballed in my general direction making a huge splash. I climbed up onto the wooden structure and a game of "King of the Hill" ensued with each of us pushing, pulling and conquering the other. Soon we were worn out and I reached a hand out to help Steve up. Then I collapsed on the carpeted surface and closed my eyes against the bright, warm rays of the sun. I could feel the platform rock as Steve moved a little and then I heard him plop down next to me and something covered my head. I sat up quickly and pulled Steve's trunks off my face.
"What the fuck?" I said, tossing them back at him, feigning annoyance. He was laying on his back completely naked, and as hard as I fought, my eyes were immediately drawn to his cock, which lolled casually on his right thigh.
Steve laughed. "It's time for me to get rid of these tanlines, my queer friend. You'd be smart to do the same. No one wants to be blinded by the whites of your thighs, Lake. Especially those college fairies. They're all about how you look and shit. You better start getting prepared now..."
I wasn't amused, but I didn't respond. My strategy was to remain above it, and that meant ignoring Steve's comments. I layed back down determined to get some rays and use up some time until my classmates would return. The gentle breeze created ripples which, in turn, rocked the platform, and soon I was dozing. I have no idea how much time passed, but I slowly became aware that something was blocking the sun, and then I became fully awake as I felt pressure on my torso. I opened my eyes to see Steve straddling my chest, his legs on my arms, for all intents pinning me to the island.
"Morning, lova boy. I gotta tell you, I'm horny again, and it's time for my cocksucker to go to work." Steve smirked down at me and placed his cockhead on my lower lip. I could feel the hairs of his balls tickling my chest between my pecs and his ass was warm where it rested against my skin.
"Steve. No. I don't want to..." was all I got out as he slid his dickhead into my mouth.
"I don't care what you fucking think you want. You don't even know what you fucking want. But guess what? I do, and it's my cock, and you're going to get it." Steve's right hand was resting on the platform next to my forehead, and he was taking two or three inch strokes in and out of my mouth. His skin tasted salty, of lake water and man, but my mind was screaming that I didn't want this, and I turned my head slightly and felt his cock against my teeth. Steve immediately stopped thrusting holding his cock in my mouth.
His eyes made contact with mine and he held them for a long second. I was frightened; I hadn't intended to scrape him. "You little shit. Keep your fucking teeth off my cock or you'll wish you had." With that he started thrusting again, building both speed and depth. "Your mouth is so hot. You feel so good. Work my cock with your faggot tongue. Oh, yeah. Suck me. Suck me. So hot. So fucking hot." His pace and depth would vary longer slow strokes, faster short strokes, sometimes just resting his cock in my mouth. He was slowly leaking pre-cum into my mouth; I could tell by the taste, ghostly faint and infrequent reminders of when I held his load there earlier in the day.
One half of my mind was telling me I should resist, but there was nothing I could do. The other half was cataloging the taste and textures of Steve's cock, feeling my tongue against the shaft, the head. It was smelling his smell, getting high of the odor of him. It was feeling his warm skin on my arms, my chest, our bodies melding with heat. It was seeing his arms and chest, his masculine features as he balanced above me. The voice of resistance was growing quieter, or at least it was drowned out as the other sensations flooded my mind.
The angle wasn't right for me to take him into my throat, but that wasn't his plan anyway. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rested it on my face. It was wet with my own saliva, and he smeared his dick, like a windshield wiper, over my features wetting my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids. His dick gently slapped at my face. "I wasn't kidding about what I said earlier. You know that, don't you?" He wasn't really asking me. "When you think about your firsts, I want you always to think of me. The first guy to fuck your mouth. The first guy to fuck your ass. At least those two, and we might add to the list." As Steve talked, his eyes locked on my eyes, my tongue danced across the underside of his shaft, feeling it's heat, the pulsing of his heart echoing in his cock.
"You want it. I may hear your voice saying you don't, but your body is saying you do. You can't get enough of my cock, can you? Even now, you're licking at my dick like a bear on honey. Admit it."
He was right. He hadn't told me to continue licking him. I was licking his dick because I wanted to. My body, my desires, betrayed me to him in a way I couldn't explain. "Yes. I did...I do want to suck you."
Steve smiled at me. A kind smile. "You've got to trust me, boy. Right now, I know what you want more than you do. Now, I'm going to get up, and you're going to take off your trunks, and we're going to fuck. I guarantee, you will like having my cock in your ass as much as you like having it in your mouth. Okay?"
I nodded. I was scared to have his dick in my ass. Already I was a cocksucker, but getting my ass reamed seemed like the advanced course, and one I wasn't sure I was ready for, even as much as I wanted Steve, even as much as I wanted to do anything for Steve. The resistant voice in my mind was quieter now, but as I stood up, and reached for the waistband of my shorts, my resolve reasserted itself, and I dove off the raft, heading for the shore.
Even as I ran from the situation, I knew it was at best 50/50 whether I could outswim Steve, and I had no plan for what to do once I got to shore. I was swimming hard, about five yards from the shore when I felt Steve grab the waistband of my trunks pulling them down to my upper thighs and tangling my legs. I turned to push him off, and he continued to struggle my shorts off me. They were below my knees now, and I kicked them off myself so that I could move more freely. I could touch bottom here, and as I disentangled myself, I started running for the shore, slowly with the water drag. Steve was right behind me, tackling me in the shallows. As I fell, I could feel the lake bottom beneath me.
Steve's arms were around my chest, and he was holding on like a lamprey. I could feel his chest tight against my back, as I struggled to free myself. Steve's cock was hard, and I could feel it poking against my ass and my thighs as I twisted this way and that. Steve's wrestling background boded well for his ability to subdue me, and soon he had my left leg pinned with his followed by the right. One of his arms held mine tight to my chest, the other, around my neck, held my head still, and pulled back, arching my back gently.
Steve's mouth was next to my ear. "Are you ready, Lake? Ready to get fucked by the man of your dreams? 'Cuz I'm ready to fuck you." I could feel him twisting and adjusting his hips to get his cock in position. "This could have been nice and slow, but you threw that chance away." Steve's legs pulled mine apart, my back arching more and I felt his dick lodge against my rosebud. "Get ready. Now here it comes," and with that he pushed forward quickly and sharply, stabbing his cockhead into my ass. Although the water acted as a slight lubricant the pain was immediate and intense. My ass burned at the intrusion and the muscle contracted trying to force him out.
"Oh. God fucking dammit your ass is squeezing on my cock. This is so tight," and his hips drove forward, another inch into my guts searing them with pain. His intrusion continued inch by inch until he had nothing more to give. I felt stuffed, as if my internal organs had required rearranging to accomodate him. And he waited, holding himself inside me. The pain began to dull, and my ass muscles began to contract involuntarily, trying futily to dislodge Steve. Each time I would hear him moan. The minutes dragged on, the feeling of him inside me, a part of me, contracting around him, squeezing him, feeling him from the inside.
And then I felt his tongue on my ear, sucking on the lobe. It was light, the first pleasure I had ever received from him. "Oh, Jesus. Your ass is amazing, Lake. It's like your ass is sucking my cock. How do you fucking do that? I've never had a twat do that. Are you ready? Ready to be stroked?" And he started withdrawing a little, no more than an inch, before pushing back in, again and again, plugging me with his thick cock.
I was barely aware of pain anymore, just the feeling of fullness remained. Steve's strokes started to get longer, and as he pulled out, I felt myself longing to be full again, pushing my hips back toward him as he pushed back in. My breath was heavy, and Steve's hold of me had loosened. And then he twisted his hips as he entered and his cock brushed my prostrate, leaving me gasping. "Oh do that again. Please. That felt so good, Steve."
And he did, hitting me in just the same spot. My pleasure began to build, slowly, slowly, and then more quickly as Steve's pace increased. I tried clamping down with my ass muscles as Steve pulled out, eliciting a groan of pleasure. On the next outstroke, I tried again. Steve rewarded me with the twist of his hips, punching my most sensitive place. Getting fucked by Steve was pure bliss. I was in the arms of a teen stud, getting fucked by his cock and giving him the pleasure he deserved. I knew I never wanted to be anywhere else.
I hoped our bliss would never end, but I could feel Steve's breathing speed up and he held me closer, tighter. His thrusts became slams and with a final yell, he pushed fully into me and came...and came...and came, his sticky spunk coating the walls of my ass and as he came, so did I, my orgasm heightening his, milking the cum from his cock.
Although his grip loosened, he held me, still inside me, in the water, his breathing returning to normal, his forehead against the back of my neck. We lay like that for a while. I loved the feel of him against me. And then, I became vaguely aware of...something...my mind was still cloudy from my orgasm...but there was something..."
"Shit. That's the bus." Steve quickly pulled away from me. "I gotta get my shorts," he said as he started swimming for the platform. My own situation was not much different, except that I didnt know where my shorts were. Somewhere in the water. I could see the bus now, pulling up. And Steve was up on the platform, his trunks on. I was searching the water for my swimsuit, almost in a panic.
"Over there, Lake." Steve pointed and I saw them, completely in the opposite direction from where I had been searching. I swam for them, slipping them on just as the first of our classmates got to the pier.
I apologize that this chapter took so long in the writing. I tend only to write when I'm really horny...and I guess for me that happens at the holidays!?! The highest compliment you can pay me is that my story made you cum...
I appreciate all the emails I've gotten so far. If you'd like a fourth and final installment, let me know at matthew_lake@yahoo.com