Shagging In My Shag Van, Part 2
We laid naked side by side in silence smoking weed. Rain drops began to pitter-patter the roof and increased in velocity to a steady shower followed by thunder rumbling in the distance and accompanied by periodic flashes of lightening that illuminated the van's interior well beyond the battery powered overhead lamp that was rapidly dimming from over use.
"Let's go swimming!" Seth excitedly broke the monotony of silence and was on his feet with me in pursuit, stopping to haul a stirring and bewildered, Tim to his feet whom we both supported and led the dazed teen down to the beach into the welcome cool water. Tim came alive. playfully joining in to our horse-play and in chest high water attempting a piggy-back with me atop Seth's shoulders and Tim futilely trying to climb atop me only to result in Seth buckling under the weight and all of us crashing down and surfacing in hysterics.
The rain came down in torrents and the lightening became frequent casting a daylight-like strobe effect as far as the eye could see. Loud overhead cracks of thunder sent us scurrying from the beach and into the protection of the van. Taking turns drying ourselves with the only dry towel that I could find, each ceded his space in the narrow rear confines and assumed a seated position atop the bed taking a vodka-cooler that Tim thoughtfully procured a six pack from the girls personal stash that Tammy made perfectly clear to everyone, wasn't for guy consumption.
Another joint liberally produced by Seth along with Ecstasy offered and eagerly accepted by Tim, we sat in a circle knee to knee. My earlier fantasy of the exact same scenario flashed through my mind except that Mike wasn't present for the reality version. Tim's five-inch cock hung between the vee formed crease of his equally long chestnut weighted sack like a ballpark-frank in a bun waiting for mustard and relish. Seth first shotgunned Tim and the sight of the two naked teens in a lip lock exchange of the narcotic made my cock inflate to half-mast as innocent as the transfer necessitated.
Making idle chit-chat or a long while as the rain battered a deafening roar upon the van, we remained in the same position and drank the sweet fruity coolers that my thirst found satisfying. The ceiling light was barely aglow and needed a fresh battery but the steady lightening flares illuminated the interior and its occupants enhancing the serene aphrodisiac like aura that I sensed was unanimous as we frequently groped ourselves to noticeable semi-erections as the conversation waned to a silence.
Seth broke the ice and asked Tim, "So... you going back to your tent to try and make up with Tammy? She's probably scared of the storm about now and has forgiven whatever it is ya did... wrong."
"Nah, she's pissed off at me for drinking too much... but we've been on the outs for a few weeks now." he said sadly, then chuckled pulling on his cock, "Anyway,...as horny as I am, I ain't gonna get laid, that's for sure! Think I'll just crash in my car and listen to some tunes."
I was being selfish in not readily offering him to stay with Seth and me. Not only that it would have been cramped, but I desperately wanted my first taste of hard cock and savor Seth's beautifully displayed semi that he was fondling while enticingly stared at me with a cocky look.
"Awful waste of the love-drug, Tim." Seth remarked, reverting his gaze upon Tim's crotch and back at mine. "All of us are horny, dude! --Why not stay here with Trevor and me and... help each other out?"
Seth reached both hands forward and shockingly took Tim's and my cock into the palm of his hands. Tim's only reaction was to close his eyes and swallow hard, allowing Seth to fondle his quick to respond cock to a full, mouth-watering seven inches of thick Italian sausage complete with the curvature. The blood drained from my face and despite the humidity, a chill shivered my body. It wasn't another fantasy illusion when I reached to join Seth's hand and assist him in the manipulation of Tim's manhood, holding my breath anticipating that at any moment Tim would come to his senses and make a hasty exit. Even when Tim reciprocated and took Seth's and my cock in hand, I thought the moment would soon end.
The ceiling light finally succumbed and mother nature's own spectacular fireworks cast a black and white, strobe like slow-motion effect as a tandem effort of joined hands was seen engaged in a three-way fervor of mutual masturbation. Tim's long meaty cock was so different than Seth's thinner, five inch, bony erection that, unseen until then, felt much larger when it was up my ass! Not that I was in any way preferring one over the other, both teens held my lustful eye.
Seth went down on Tim and began to perform his magic. Tim laid back supported on his elbows peering down and moaned his pleasure, "It's been a long time, dude! --Even better than you..." Tim suddenly hesitated and looked over at me, not competing his statement. I wondered if there was a naughty secret between them that he almost divulged. After I thought about it, that would explain Seth's casual approach and ease in seducing Tim.
Seth paused his attack on Tim's glistening, saliva covered cock and motioned me forward to join him. Cheek to cheek, Seth aimed the cock to my eager lips. My tongue swiped over the large crown tasting the sweetness of what I knew to be pre-cum that flowed down between the gap of his circumcision. Sucking just the head secured between my lips, the tip of my tongue prodded the wide expanse and source of the ample nectar that my fist eagerly squeezed forth from his shaft. I fucking loved the taste of it and prayed that the mother-lode would be as delectable as the sample. My mind was made up regardless, the erotic thought of inciting another guy's orgasm was one thing, but then to be rewarded with, and ingest his most valuable masculine commodity was a huge turn on for me.
My mouth took more of the metallic tasting cock and my lips applied pressure to the doughy texture, feeling the cartilage bone encased in his remarkably fat organ. Flesh gathered between the tight confines of my lips and hand that glided in saliva slick unison with my mouth at a steady tempo. I found a comfort level of about five inches stuffed in my mouth using my busy hand as a barrier to prevent gagging myself in excited passion. Pausing occasionally to replenish air and not to waste a moment of my desire, I licked his heavy balls while I caught my breath. Tim's coarse pubic hair grew sporadic on his sack that certainly wasn't as appetizing as Seth's smooth scrotum. The odd strand dislodged that I had to pick off my tongue a few times. A thicker dark trail led into his crack that dissuaded me from treating him to a tongue-fuck.
Seth's earlier, hands-on tutorial on the fine art of pleasuring another guy certainly benefited my apprenticeship and allowed me to master my own technique. It was as if sucking cock came naturally to me by some kind of mortal instinct, or immoral instinct! Seth may very well have been hiding his homosexual tendencies under the guise of temporary sexual gratification widely and indiscriminately practiced at that all boy-school, but he obviously hadn't left it at the door on the way out! His enthusiasm as we took turns devouring Tim's genitals spoke volumes to the contrary; he was as queer as I came to realize I was or he was bisexual, but either way, in denial of his true nature.
Seth positioned himself in a sixty-nine with his slender erect cock pointing into Tim's armpit who had laid back in comfort with his head resting on his arms enjoying the tandem blow-job with throaty coos and grunts. My gaze never left the scene ahead wondering if Tim would take the blatant hint. He stared at it for a few moments before his left hand crossed his chest pausing to spit in it and proceeded to wrap it around Seth's cock and jerk him off. I was beyond shock at Tim's reaction, never in a million years would I have believed it, but my eyes were not deceiving me! Especially what followed next.
Seth laughed and said, "Come on, Timmy,... this time a hand-job ain't gonna cut it while ya get yer cock sucked!"
The key words that struck me were, "this time," confirming my suspicions that they had played around in the past. Seth lifted his left leg over Tim's head and brought his hip forward for easier access. I was frozen with in uncertainty of events. After a brief expression of disgust that turned to fear, he craned his neck to face the challenge, hesitated a moment. Like slow motion, I watched him lift the cock to his lips!
"What the fuck, blame it on the Ex!" he surrendered, "If anyone of you ever tell anyone 'bout this... I swear, I'll..." Not finishing his idle threat and preposterously lame fear, he closed his eyes tight, opened his mouth, paused to relay another stern condition, "Just don't cum in my mouth!" and accepted about three inches that he loudly slurped and gagged in good humored exaggeration.
Seth jokingly replied, "Don't worry, seeing that this is your first blow-job... well, --I'll be kind and give ya a half-second warning!" The ice was broken as we all giggled. Suddenly we were all on an equal playing-field, absolving us of any potential sober, postmortem blues and humiliation that I had actually considered.
We soon were on our sides in a three-way, triangle-like position with Seth sucking me off. I surmised that he wasn't really enjoying Tim's, less than enthusiastic, approach judging by his flinches and minor complaints of teeth scrapings that he took in stride. Tim had cock in his mouth and that's all that really mattered to me, and being pretty certain he was going to be the first to cum and presumably, loose even more desire, I looked forward to finishing off Seth, who was an esprit cock-sucker, but I doubted a third orgasm was in the near future for me. Nonetheless, I learned that orgasm wasn't the end-all of pleasure, but more of a sad, grand-finale to the great experience!
As predicted, Tim succumbed to my overzealous oral stimulation. The first clear indication was when his body convulsed, followed by his dick that pulsed and released snot-like jism that tasted salty and bitter with a hint of bleach, nothing like his sweet precum. I wasn't complaining about the unexpected potency that I tried to swallow while applying a vacuum suction with my mouth in motion like a V-8 engine piston, discovering that the two physical acts were next to impossible to achieve and simply letting it gather on the back of my tongue and upper palate that I swear I could smell the odor assaulting my nostrils from within!
Tim's load was much greater than I expected, based on my own ejaculates. When I was satisfied that I had sucked the last residual drop from the wilting root and being discouraged by his hand on my forehead to forgo my lock on the meat, I came up gasping for air and choked on the accumulated mass that I inadvertently inhaled along with the oxygen! It burned my throat and entered my nasal passages sending me in to a sneezing fit that also burned exiting my nose combined with mucus and flowed down to my lips sending both teens into hysterical laughter!
Facing my slight embarrassment, I stuck out my tongue as far as I could reach and swiped my upper lip and said, "Ummm, good to the last drop!" grossing Tim out in the process, Seth only chuckled under his breath. However, I did get to swallow a good portion that had the same consistency of a raw oyster that my dad dared me to ingest one time with the same basic response! Focusing my sight on Seth's glistening cock, I crawled atop him and we went at it with Tim looking on with a smile, probably thankful that he was let off the hook.
There was no ball play other than grasping the others nuts in an almost painful but pleasurable stretching. Nor was there a need to use a hand, it was strictly mutual mouth and tongue action, each intent on selfish, animal like ferociousness driving our cocks in and out of sealed mouths in a face fuck that Seth ceded to in short order, spewing his creamy, shockingly sweeter cum into my mouth that fully engulfed to the base with my nose buried between his two testicles that bulged taught and veiny over my thumb and index-finger.
Seth carried on sucking me, but with less vigor that I knew was a futile attempt to re-pay the favor and take me to orgasm. I'd had all the pleasure that a boy could want already, my needs were inconsequential and I rolled off him exhausted. I was positive that we had only just began a sexual relationship, maybe... I mean if he was gay, we could be boyfriends one day. I could easily have fallen in love with him, hell, I thought I was already! I even tried to formulate my coming out speech to my parents. No, not quite yet because it occurred to me that any hope of sleepovers would be thwarted the same as if I wanted a girlfriend to sleep in my bed! I shook my head of the over presumptuous thoughts and laughed at my foolishness.
Laying on backs and staring at the ceiling that daybreak had snuck up and cast a dim, but legible view of the surroundings, Tim's voice brought me back to reality, "This giving a blow-job thing ain't all that bad, really!
Seth snickered and replied, "Tim... that wasn't a blow-job. To be honest, it was like sticking my cock in a meat grinder!"
"Oh really...?" he countered smugly, "Be that way then, I thought I did a smash up job for my first time."
Seth laughed, "Yeah, ya do get and 'A' for effort, I guess!"
"Fuck that, asshole. An 'A+' so sure!"
"Trevor gets an 'A+' cuz he made me cum,... fuck-for-brains!"
"Not my fuckin' fault it takes ya forever to work up a load in those puny balls of yours!"
"Least I didn't try and drown him in what yer abnormal bull sized balls produce;... and that horse cock!"
"Ya never complained before when I allowed you to fag me off; you lapped it up like a hungry puppy wanting more, or begging me to fuck yer fagot ass with my so called, "horse cock" that made you squeal like the little fucking piggy that you are!"
They're friendly sparring banter back and forth was a welcome relief. Nobody was anxious or ashamed by what they did. The taste of what I did still lingered in my mouth. My curiosity got the better of me and I blurted out, "You guys used to fool around?" I asked, in more of a statement than a question.
Tim looked at Seth, "Go ahead, obviously we have nothing to hide from him! I'm going to steal more coolers from the bitch!"
Tim confided that when they were fourteen during his first summer home from the academy he had formed the logical impression that all boys had casual sex, no big deal. Mike, Tim and he had gotten into Mike's dads' home make wine still fermenting in plastic garbage cans that I could relate to indulging in. We had often got buzzed on the "white lightening," as we referred to it, and because our consumption was hardly detectable as missing from the big vats, the chances of getting caught were minimal.
Mike's basement rumpus room had regularly served as our place to crash in sleeping bags. Anyway, they got drunk and stared at porno mags that Tim had found helping to clean out his dead grandpa's house and smuggled away the shopping bag full. The topic of blow-jobs naturally arose as well as cocks. Indiscriminate solo masturbation within sleeping bags became evident to Seth who offered his experience to the less fortunate, naive to the buddy system, Mike and Tim.
Mike was aghast at the offer of a blow-job from a guy, whereas Tim, the adventurer, was curious and horny enough to take Seth up on his offer later when Mike fell asleep. According to Seth, he and Tim discretely found opportunities for the next two summers and at some point had escalated to anal sex and being caught in the act by Mike.
Tim hadn't returned with the pilfered coolers, probably taking a piss that I wasn't shy about getting up and urinating in the small sink and asking, "He never... like... returned the favor?"
"Nope, he'd only jerk me off,... and once he got a taste of it,... fucked me every chance he got! --After Mike caught us doing it when he woke up one night and went ballistic, well... that was the end. Mike didn't put any blame on Tim, but lambasted me! --He never mentioned it again, but never treated me the same ever since." Seth recounted with sorrow just as Tim entered soaking wet with three bottles precariously tucked under each armpit that I relieved him of to dry himself off.
The head of the bed was too narrow for the three of us to sit comfortably, we decided that we would sleep cross-wise when the time came. Our legs might hang over the edge if knees weren't bent, but it was surely a much more spacious, manly arrangement than the alternative of snuggling together, which I desperately wanted to do with Seth. My mind wandered again. We were embraced with arms each other, hands caressing our backs, face to face, nose to nose. Our eyes locked on the others with just the tips of our tongues extended, playfully teasing each other and giggling like elementary school girls.
"Holy fuck, it's hot in here!" Tim cried, "Don't ya have air conditioning, Trev?" startling me from my happy place.
"No he doesn't, but we'll both blow on ya if ya want!" Seth sarcastically proposed.
"Ha-ha, ass wipe!" was the reply. "Let's go for a dip in the lake again!" he suggested, and without hesitation, we followed his bare ass out the van and ran down to the beach getting soaked from the warm rain well before we dove into the refreshing, invigorating cool water. Time elapsed our consciousness and daybreak suddenly evolved well after we swam out to the raft and got carried away doing cannon-balls or diving to the depths in search of more fresh water clams that Seth discovered, but quickly discarded when we realized that we had no way to transport them back to shore. It was a good idea at the time but we agreed, who the fuck wanted to steam and eat them anyway!
Uninhibited by our nudity, even though a family of two young boys, mother and father, ate breakfast under the protective awning of their motor-home within viewing range, we frolicked carefree wrestling for superiority atop the raft striving to push each other off the edge. In the end, bigger and stronger, Tim, was the winner but not without a valiant effort by Seth and me. He howled and did the chicken dance with his thumbs under his pits that I swear I heard the family audience roaring in laughter at his antics.
Back inside the oven-like confines of the van, we soon crashed. The constant patter of rain on the roof was tranquil and despite the in-climate weather, the birds chirped away happily in a constant, repetitious choir. Seth was fast asleep laying between Tim and I with his legs hanging over the bed and feet planted on the floor. Tim turned over facing away from us and was soon breathing heavy in his own deep slumber. It had been the night of my life, an awakening to the rest of my life.
I took the liberty of spreading the sheet on us, a habitual quirk of mine, unable to sleep without a cover. Taking a risky advantage, I rolled on my side and placed my head on Seth's shoulder and my arm atop his chest with my hand gingerly caressing the nape of his neck and ear, pretending that we were lovers. I had never felt true love before, but I knew without a doubt it was one sided, emotions would never be reciprocated.
The three of us slept well past noon, easy to do because the weather was dark and gloomy with scattered showers and the fact that we had only crashed at daybreak. It was the sound of the van door opening and someone stepping inside that startled me awake. Mike stood at the bedside looking down at the scene with beaming smile and sniffing the air.
"Smells like a fucking locker room in here. Hey,... fuck heads! Are you guys going to sleep the whole day away?" he asked and swiped the sheet off our naked bodies, loosing his smile to a look of bewilderment. "What the... you guys slept naked together?"
Apparently we hadn't moved a muscle in our several hours of sleep and I wasn't quick enough removing myself from cuddling Seth, who also pulled away with a look of confusion. Tim cursed Mike for the rude awakening and rolled over to return to his slumber. Mike's eyes focused on the uncapped bottle of baby-oil laying in the bed and picked it up then scanned our guilty faces that probably concluded his suspicions.
Gazing at me, he accusingly asked, "So... Did you and Timmy gang-bang the boys-school ferry all night? Bet ya got yer cocks sucked, too?"
Seth lowered his head in shame or hurt, perhaps both. That comment got Tim's attention and he bolted upright. "What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?"
Mike tossed the baby-oil at Tim, "I caught ya once before giving to him, I let it go as just another one of yer stupid moments!" Mike defamed, "But if ya wanna be a fudge-packer..."
Tim dove at Mike and the two teens fell to the floor in a crash with Tim kneeling on Mikes chest and his hands holding him down by the shoulders, screaming at his best friend, "Ya wanna sniff my dick, Mikey?... Do ya?... Come on, do ya?"
"I...I'm sorry, dude!... Okay? Now get off me, asshole!" Mike struggled to get up, but Tim held him in place.
"Remember when we were twelve, Mike? We'd jerk off together and you couldn't make cum yet, but I could. Remember how you would jerk me off just to see it squirt out? You'd sniff the goo off your fingers? And then all the times after when you could finally cum and we'd jerk off together?" Tim had calmed down to a dull roar, Mike was red as a beat, "Remember the one time we got drunk on yer daddy's hooch and we laid side by side with out cocks mashed together in our hands and fucked each others hands! Now don't ya think that was a tad on the queer side, Mikey?" Tim lifted him then shoved his down before rising to his feet.
Mike didn't know when to shut up and retorted, "That only happened once, and it was your fucking idea. And I wouldn't do it anymore when you wanted to!"
"Guess what, Mike? Here's a news flash, I think I'm bisexual! And to answer your earlier question? No, Seth didn't suck my cock... I sucked his! Satisfied now?"
I couldn't believe Tim's candid honesty. I loved him for defending Seth and outing himself as bisexual in the process. That took guts! He never said a word about my sucking his cock, protecting my dignity at his own expense. Mike looked up at Tim astonished and remained speechless.
I had to do something, I couldn't let Tim take on the burden by himself and sent Mike for another loop when I confessed, "Here's another shocker for ya!" I fumbled for the words to come out, but there was no taking it back, "I... I'm gay, Mike! I've hid it for a long time now."
"So... so am I, Mike!" Seth outed himself, "I think I swing both ways, maybe even gay, too! The jury's still out on that one. But I guess either way, it's not a shocker to you."
He peered between his knees shaking his head in disbelief and said, "You've all gone nuts! My best friends... guess ya never really know someone, do ya?"
Tim laid back down, pulled the sheet over his waist and rolled over, clearly indicating that his conversation with Mike was over.
Seth piped up, "So I guess that you are going to disown your friends now. Personally, I don't give a shit about myself cuz ya disowned me a long time ago!"
"I'm really sorry, okay? I mean... it's a shock. I promise I won't say a word to anyone." Mike apologized and and hauled himself to his feet. Chuckling, he said, "Just don't ask me to take off my clothes and join you guys, okay?" We all laughed at his humor, including Tim. "Who knows,... maybe I'm missing out on something?"
"Well, if ya ever want to try it, just let me know, pal!" Tim joked, his back to everyone.
"What I came to tell ya Tim, the girls want to go home. The radio says this weather is locked in for a few days and both our tents are leaking."
Tim replied without emotion, "Good riddance! Take Tammy with ya cuz I'm staying here with my friends."
"That's already arranged, cuz she doesn't want to drive home with you anyway! Fuck... is she pissed at you. She threw all your clothes out into the rain!"
"That's okay, I won't be needing any clothes this weekend. I'm gonna stay drunk and stoned and fuck my brains out. You're welcome to stay, ya know. Nobody's going to rape ya!"
"Nah, I gotta go with Marnie,... she'd get lost and never even find her way out of the campground!"
"She's an air-head and you're pussy-whipped and Tammy's a fucking bitch and they're both fucking control freaks!" Tim rattled, still not making face contact. "Between Seth, Trev and me, we'll manage to pack up all the shit and take it home. Leave the food and booze, especially the booze. Don't let that cunt take it away in spite. She thinks I'm an alcoholic, so she may try to just to piss me off!"
"I'll leave ya's mine, too. Ya never know... you guys may come to your senses and find some horny girl to fuck!" Mike sarcastically jested, adding, "Which reminds me, were you really serious last night when you wanted us to share Tammy and Marnie in an orgy? That was a low blow to think that.
"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mikey; but it was Marnie that put that thought in our heads. She groped Seth and me in the lake when you were busy dunking and frolicking with Tammy! I thought we were all horny and in the mood from the Ecstasy."
I should have minded my own business, but relayed more incriminating slander, "You must be blind or stupid not noticing how she was drooling over Seth when we were sitting on the beach yesterday afternoon!"
"That's probably because he always thought Seth was gay and didn't notice... or ignored it." Tim surmised.
"Fuck off!... She was probably just fooling around then!"
"Ohhh yeah, key words! She wanted to fool around alright, I'd keep a close eye on her if I was you, Mike!" Tim warned.
I thought for sure another physical altercation would erupt. I felt sorry for Mike, it was like we were ganging up on him. However the truth hurts sometimes.
Mike turned and stormed out of the van and scathed, "Hope you guys get fucking aids!"
Tim yelled after him, "If I was you, I'd be more worried about getting the clap from her eventually!"
It was a spiteful roller-coaster of emotions. Hurtful words were exchanged, then a peace treaty seemed to calm the waters, then right back to bitterness. Maybe even irreconcilable hate between the life long buddies! I felt somehow responsible for everything, even fueling the fire towards the end reinforcing Tim's insinuation that Marnie was a flirt, a cock-teaser! I wasn't the only one feeling the brunt of it all.
Seth got out of bed and searched for his clothes among mine that were tucked away under the bed and began dressing. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he sobbed. I hated seeing him cry that sent me into a slobbering mess and asking what he was doing.
"I've caused enough damage,... I'm leaving, too!"
"Let's all just go home, then! I agreed.
Tim shot up to see what was happening, "Dudes... like, what are ya doing?"
"It's all my fault and I'm sorry!" Seth cried.
Tim jumped out of bed and lifted the slighter built teen with ease and tossed him onto the bed and struggled to remove his half-pulled up Jeans, socks and underwear laughing the whole time, finally saying, "You ain't go'in nowhere, don't be an idiot! You haven't done anything wrong so... chill out, dude! I'll fucking tie ya up if I have to... not that that's a bad idea, kinda kinky, don't ya think?"
Who could argue after that comment, Seth relaxed and Tim did the most wonderful thing. Full of surprises that day, he first held Seth tight in his arms and wiped away the tears from his face in great exaggerated strokes of his tongue! Noticing me sniveling, he grabbed my neck and forced me down, shoving Seth's and my heads together and grossly licked both our faces followed by wet-willies in our ears that had us laughing and trying to escape his stronger hold.
We heard the three car doors slam and Mike's car start and peel away, tossing gravel behind in it's wake. The mood in the van turned solemn again, but Tim was soon to shed a positive light in saying, "Thank God they're gone, lets have a cocktail and eat something, I'm starved!"
Needing to piss, we stood in the pouring rain at the side of the van and let loose that ended up in a childish sword fight instigated by Tim. A battle of the cocks ensued spraying each other until the last man stood streaming, Tim of course! His fire hose continued to stream as he chased us around the campsite, finally petering out and dropping on is stomach in a mud puddle that was too hard to resist in joining him and wrestling in the muck.
Caked head to toe in slimy grime, we grappled and rolled around and laughed like I had never laughed before. Exhausted, we sprawled out in the mud-sty, catching our breaths. The sight of three teens covered in mud to any passerby who may inadvertently stumble across our semi-secluded haven, wouldn't even notice our camouflaged nude bodies!
Discussed and mutually agreed, there was only one way to thoroughly cleanse our bodies and that was to run naked to the beach in the reduced visibility, confident that no other campers would venture outside their dwellings in the sudden torrential downpour. We were wrong! Two boys of about nine or ten watched in awe as we ran by them and plunged into the lake. To their imaginative impressions, we were three monsters and they dropped their shovels and pails, screamed, and ran down the beach out of sight. The ironical thing was, they each wore two large green garbage bags that some weird, over protective parent had cut head and arm holes into the makeshift rain-coats and sent the kids out to play!
Each of us noticing that peculiar garb, we howled and pointed, falling over in the sand in hysterics, probably scaring the kids even more! That episode never failed to send us into laughter when one or the other mentioned it over the weekend. I made mention that, "it's something air-head Marnie would do!" Tim countered, "I'm surprised their mom didn't add a plastic 7-Eleven bag to keep their heads dry, too!"
I was learning a lot that weekend, like one of the things was not to fry bacon in the nude over the van's propane stove! Of course, they had fun with my plight as I danced around the floor in circles enduring bee-sting like spatters of grease, but bound and determined to make Tim and Seth a nice breakfast that in the end, was awesomely appreciated. Being three-o'clock in the afternoon we argued that it wasn't breakfast, nor was it brunch, and settled on naming it lunper, lunch/supper! Appropriate for the occasion, pre-mixed vodka-orange juice complimented the meal and went down smooth and plentiful well after lunper.
We danced on our knees atop the bed to the likes of U-2, Santana, Queen and of course, Elton John, whom we decided was our official 'patron-saint' for the long-weekend! "Don't let your son go down on me" was our official improvised theme song that we sang chorus to while feeling each other up. Tim teased as he searched though my vast music collection asking where my Donna Summer, Madonna, Bette Midler or Cher and show-tune music was and thus, I wasn't a very good gay boy if I didn't own any! He got a punch in the arm in retaliation.
Seth insisted that it was illegal to not smoke pot while listening to the tunes of Bob Marley. Who were we to argue with the law and indulged ourselves. Unlike the numerous times before, Seth slipped his tongue in my mouth. My first real kiss that I thought would be brief and hidden from Tim became passionately arousing.
"Get a room!" Tim snickered, "Oh right,... this is your room."
Seth broke the embrace, peered into my eyes and smiled, "I couldn't resist, I never kissed anyone before, either!"
"You guys make a nice couple," Tim said facetiously, "but you're wasting away that joint and Bob Marley will be pissed.... And don't you dare slip me the tongue next!"
"Don't worry, your not my type, Timmy." Seth joked, "I only like younger guys who's dicks don't smell like fish!"
"Oh right!... How silly of me, you only like dicks that smell like shit!" Tim scoffed, "So let's take care of that incidental, bum-boy!"
"Don't threaten me with a good time, donkey-dick!"
The fun banter ceased and the last of the pot was orally exchanged between Seth and Tim. As Tim fell backward, Seth followed the momentum taking the limp meat in his mouth. I debated whether to assist Seth to stimulate the cock into full erection and readiness for fucking him or face plunge into his tiny pink hole already in position that I could swear was winking at me. How it would ever accept Tim's rather wide girth member being forced inside the fragile looking wrinkled folds seemed impossible to me, even though I knew that they had done the nasty in the past. The least I could do was prepare it for him, but on the other hand, Tim may expect the same benefit at some point. The memory of his hairy ass-hole made me rethink the idea and instead, I opted to lay with my head insert between Seth's thighs and suck him.
The uncomfortably tight enclosure limited my ability to do anything more than take it in my mouth and hope that I didn't gag when he began to slowly face fuck me. However, it was a only temporary arrangement and a few minutes later Seth shuffled over top of me and into a sixty-nine, engulfed my cock. I had a clear view of Tim lubricating and bending over Seth's back fumbling with his shiny fuck pole to find its mark that I was happy wasn't seeking entry into my pud!
Not that I thought he needed any help, I relieved him of the effort and guided the acorn-like head to the pinched gateway into Seth's body that on contact, caused him to shutter with a loud muffled moan that vibrated a keen sensation through my dick. Holding the slick cock, I watched Seth's lips envelope and accept the intrusion until it had sufficiently planted itself to forge ahead and shifted my hand to the two pairs of testicles swaying and closing the distance between each other and a sight to behold!
Unable to see Seth, I could assume that the release of my cock from his mouth was in order to rear his head to wail the barrage of breathless, guttural profanities. Meanwhile, Tim held Seth's hips so tight that his knuckles whitened and tendons and veins bulged forth, grunting in boisterous inhalations and exhales ramming the final inches home to a final sigh. Loose flesh had pushed back and gathered at the base of his chubby cock meeting Seth's stretched and reddened rectum.
Both teens calmed, but heavy respiratory gasps resonated the quiet. Music had long since silenced and the rain subsided to a light ping dripping from the saturated overhead trees. Seth's cock had deflated to an abnormally small, wrinkled accordion-like prune size and shape that an inch long string of precum dangled from. Turtle-like, the glans expanded and receded from his pubic bone as Tim slowly began to fuck him. Their equally proportioned balls swayed and slapped against the others as Tim's rhythmic motion increased with passion thrusting into Seth's ass that was timely met in a unified, ever lengthening, merciless deep plunge forward.
Listening to the druthers of cries, squeals and erotic gasps, and in the oblivious heat of the moment, I lifted and twisted my head to cradle the under side of Tim's shaft at his scrotum and let it piston over my suctioning mouth and lapping tongue. The pungent odor and slimy taste soon made me regret my eagerness to participate in such an unhygienic manner, rather, I basted the swaying testicles trying to capture one in my mouth.
Seth returned my cock to the cozy warmth of his mouth and never missed a beat abiding the relentless onslaught to his guygina, a descriptive word I came up with that I thought was not only humorous, but appropriately summed up. How he could possibly enjoy what I considered to be borderline abusive treatment by Tim's malicious ramrodding, my astonishment was compounded ten-fold when I witnessed four pearly white cords eject from the slit of the barely firm dick onto my neck and chin. Seth had cum without the help of hand or mouth on my behalf that I would learn later was sometimes internally induced during anal sex, kind of like a wet dream happens.
Tim took his final plunge and screamed out in orgasmic ecstasy applying shorter strokes as he drained the final ejaculates into Seth's bowels and immediately dislodge himself and rolled onto his side leaving a gaping black hole surrounded by a cherry-red rash. Seconds later, a tawny colored drool oozed from the gap and down his scrotum that I wanted no further visuals of. Overall, It was a great pornographic performance but the ending sucked and so did my blow-job.
"Oh fuck!" Seth winced and scrambled out of bed and darted for the door with a hand cupped between his legs. It was hilarious watching him squat in a cluster of bushes.
Tim looked at me and said, "Well, ya know the old gay expression,... shit happens sometimes!"
"Yeah, I suppose." I countered, "Ya literally fucked the shit out of him, didn't ya!"
Seth wrapped his waist in one of the wet towels that hung from a tree in futile effort to dry, grabbed his toiletry bag and started to make his way to the shower facilities located a quarter-mile down the road. Tim and me agreed that a hot shower was a novel idea, donning our own soggy, heavy towels we cough up to him. We could have drove the short distance, but neither Tim or Seth cared much to have their upholstery subjected to wet asses. A fair number of the campsites along the road had been vacated and we made mental notes of which ones had precious firewood abandoned in their haste to flee the weather, that later, we could collect on our return trip.
Three bathing--suit clad boys of around eleven, were the only other occupants and had engaged themselves in a boisterous towel snapping war in the change room. The looks on their fresh faces as we dropped our towels on a bench and rifled through our toiletries for soap and shampoo sent them into school-girl giggling fits and pointing at our junk.
"You guys have nothing on!" screamed a blond kid, the biggest of the three.
Tim answered, "We were wearing towels, what's it to ya?"
"Only queers take showers together naked." he said, and flicked his towel at Tim that caused a melee of towel whippings; them against us! Painful squeals and screams reverberated from the tiled confines. It was all in joint fun and the boys being overpowered, soon admitted to defeat, cowering in a corner.
Not to be outdone and being poor losers, they attacked us from behind in the shower with lightening speed and agility, turning off the cold water taps and scalding us, and running away with us in hot pursuit.
"Little fucking cock-suckers!" Tim screamed. We chased after them but the little brats knew we wouldn't pursue further than the washroom exit. With that assurance, they kept up their antics re-entering as far as they dared and calling us fags and homos. We only had to fake a menacing step forward, to send them running. Not giving up, they began throwing wet paper towel balls at us, and the last straw was shutting off the lights.
Tim, never one to be duped, hid behind the entry wall and when they stepped in again, he nabbed the instigator and carried him underarm into the showers. Seth joined him and each secured a wrist, stretching the squirming kid's arms and held him under an ice-cold, needle piercing spray. The other two boys cautiously stood a safe distance away ready to flee at a second's notice and laughed at their friend's humiliation.
"We outta strip the little fucker!" Seth idly threatened, causing the kid to squirm even harder. "Let's hold him down on his knees and make him suck Trevor's cock!"
Figuring the boy had had enough, Tim and Seth released him to freedom, he turned and cursed, "Fucking fagots!" and ran, shoving his two unsympathetic cohorts out of his way. Seth, Tim and I doubled over in laughter gloating in having gained the upper hand when the kid's hadn't returned. Until, that is, we finished our showers and discovered the little fucks had taken out towels!
Still daylight, we would have to run the gauntlet of campers having dinner at picnic tables, readying their fires for the evening's enjoyment or just chilling in lawn-chairs hoping mother-nature was giving them a temporary reprieve. Couples held hands in leisurely walks of their dogs, children rode their bikes, and all bore witness to three naked teens streaking past their dumbfounded eyes. I swear I seen mothers shielding children, people running to the road to re-enforce their skepticism, pedestrian traffic yielding to give a wide berth and sounding cheers of encouragement or cries of dismay echoing in our wake!
Back inside the musky, humidity laden van catching our breaths, Seth set about preparing several joints for the convenience of having on demand when the mood struck. Tim sat propped against the wall selecting music and I fussed with tidying up.
"Fucking little pukes," Seth admonished, "We should have gang-banged the little fucker!" I was beginning to wonder if Seth wasn't just kidding or in fact he was indeed a pedophile!
Seth began to laugh, "Come on,... ya gotta admit it was a brilliant counter attack! No doubt the shits watched us from somewhere and pissed their pants laughing."
"That was fucking embarrassing. I wouldn't be surprised if the park-warden shows up any minute now." I mentioned.
"Fuck!... You two dudes need to chill, lets smoke a dubbie!" Tim made light
So we did, --and the park-warden didn't! Good thing, because the smoke lingered going nowhere in the hot, dead air even with both rear doors opened wide. I began to regret ever allowing my dad to talk me into the cocoon of carpet that was surely absorbing not only the moist air and body-odor, but also, the pot smoke that I realized was causing the dank, "locker room" stench that Mike so descriptively inferred.
We lazed around and drank beer just shooting the shit. Tim talked about dumping Tammy, Seth talked about finding a girlfriend, Mike offered Tammy, Seth said he'd pass and both agreed that they would like to fuck Marnie. I sat there thinking about Seth. Maybe he would find a girl that would steal his heart and never look back at the homo shit, however his fetish for anal sex may well compel him to always be bisexual. His best hope would be to find an open-minded chick for three-ways with an equally open-minded guy who would fuck him. Like Timmy for instance, who had no qualms about sharing girls for the sake of a jolly good party-time. If he did dump Tammy, he would easily have a new girl within a week. As for the possibility of him being bisexual, I highly doubted it. Tim was just along for the ride that weekend with Seth and me. He would look back at it as just another one of his bizarre, free-spirited interludes with life.
It was soon nightfall. Pulling on shorts we scrounged up wet wood and by the encouragement of gasoline, a nice fire ensued to cook Marnie's pre-marinated steaks over. Sitting in a light drizzle of rain, holding them by the bone we ate them caveman style and munched on a side of raw veggies. It was the best damn steak I had ever eaten.
"Cheers to Marnie!" Tim made a toast, "That girl really knows how to perk up a piece of meat!" the pun of which didn't go unnoticed and we laughed.
Of course the night wouldn't be complete without a dip in the lake. Leaving our shorts on the beach, we swam out in the pitch-dark to the raft and came upon a couple in their late twenties fucking their brains out and not hearing us until we were climbing the ladder. I don't know who frightened who the most, but we all let out a startling shriek. Apologies from both parties were made yet we were all in the same predicament, stark naked! A heavy accent was detected from both.
She was not overly attractive, maybe plain in facial appearance, brunette, but a nice figure was distinguishable when the man rolled off her. Her small tits were perky, with raisin size nipples surrounded by large brown spheres. A thick forest of dark pubic hair appeared unfeminine to me, unlike Marnie and Tammy's close-cropped pussies and those that I had seen in porn magazines. He was average looking, dirty blond, medium built man with just a sprinkle of blond hair between well defined pecs. He sported a long slender cock similar to Seth's, except uncut, with a purplish gleaming knob that was slowly ebbing inside the foreskin.
The woman sat up and wrapped her arms around her tits and crossed her legs, and the guy struggled to lift himself without the use of his hands that were preoccupied shielding his erection. He let his guard down exposing his deflating cock in order to stand, but then made no attempt to protect his modesty. Tim, Seth and I covered our jewels and stood uncomfortably looking away. Suddenly the woman broke out in laughter which eased the tension somewhat. The man introduced himself as Carl, and his girlfriend, Erica.
At that moment, Erica stood up and like Carl, without a hint of modesty, only took her boyfriends hand and smiled. The protocol of handshakes while exchanging names was an uncomfortable moment that Erica picked up on and advised that they were tourists from Sweden where public nudity at beaches was quite common and for us not to be embarrassed.
Carl snickered meekly, "But public fucking isn't!" he advised, "And that is our only shame right now, --please... forgive us."
"Chill out, dude." Tim said with a friendly smile, "It's not yer fault;... we kinda snuck up on ya! We're the ones who should be sorry for spoiling it for ya." then he took on a serious look, "Nude beaches, eh? --I think I''ll move there. Do ya know if they're looking for help in the sauna factory, or how 'bout the meatball one? I could learn to massage, I guess!" he joked with exaggerated enthusiasm, Carl and Erica laughed at his nescience.
"You are very nice young men," Carl complimented, "and I must admit, your presence had me concerned at first." he said looking at Erica, the insinuation clear.
Tim was quick to reply, "Ya don't have to worry about Erica, she's safe enough around me... and those two are homosexuals!" leaning into Carl's ear, said, "So I'd be more worried about yourself, get my meaning, Carl." he joked at our expense, but it was funny nonetheless.
Seth punched Tim in the shoulder, "You asshole!"
"Oh, right,.... you're bisexual, --the other one is gay!"
Erica interjected, "Gay is okay, we have many gay people in Sweden and bisexual is normal, as well. Right Carl?" She moved to sit on the edge of the raft with her feet in the water. Carl followed her lead causing us to do the same.
"Yah, it is no big deal like it is in North America. Many guys have casual sex with each other. Especially younger teens before they get a girlfriend." he told us, Seth was all ears, and I must admit, so was I.
Erica elaborated, "Sex is healthy,... pleasurable. Not restricted to gender. It is even believed that it will make a boy a better lover later on in life!"
Seth spoke up, "See, I told you guys it's kewl!" He went on to tell them about his private school.
"Perfectly normal for best friends to have regular sex. When boys had a sleep over... well, it was just assumed that they would have sex of some type. Even parents are aware. Mutual masturbation is very common, as well as oral sex."
"What about anal sex?" I had to ask, intrigued by the nonchalant attitude of Swedes.
Carl paused to collect his thoughts, "There are no boundaries,... it is a matter of personal choice. Some guys enjoy it, others do not. Personally, I did not like to be penetrated, but some of my friend's did,... I enjoyed penetrating them."
Seth asked, "So once ya get a girlfriend and have sex... do ya just... ya know, stop?"
"Not necessarily." Carl replied, "Your girlfriend is not always available when you are... how do you say, horny?" I still enjoy another man to this day, if I find him attractive. My occupation takes me into seclusion with hundreds of other men for three month intervals. It is two very different kinds of sex and it is not considered cheating on your spouse as it is with a woman. There is usually no intimacy such as a man and a woman would share; and of course, gay couples, as well."
Seth was ecstatic "See, once again, it's the buddy system... just like I told ya's!" he exclaimed, as if his theory finally held true, proven by a complete stranger. I believe it also appeased his conscience if he harbored any self doubt regarding his post boys-school compulsions that remained a part of who he was.
Tim, who sat quietly listening. rudely asked, "Do you guys ever have three-ways with other guys?" I read into the motives of that question.
"Sometimes." Erica answered, "If we are both attracted to him,... and of course, if he is of legal age!" she laughed, setting the record straight and letting him down easy.
"Nice try Timmy!" I teased.
Carl laughed, "You are a very handsome young man and I am very impressed with your... body. Unfortunate for you and I, Erica has no interest in becoming, um... how do you say, a cougar?"
Discovering that they enjoyed hashish, the mainstay drug of choice in their country, we invited them to our camp to smoke marijuana around the fire. Clothing optional for the lady, of course! We parted ways on the raft as they were staying at a cabin renal property abutting our campground. Having given them our camp number and walking directions from the beach, they agreed to meet us for a night cap.
Out of courtesy, we put on our shorts and awaited Carl and Erica's arrival and the arrival of our Ecstasy high because we weren't about to share that with anyone. We teased Tim about getting turned down by an older woman and questioning him what he was going to do for Carl, or more to the point, what Carl may request of him, being the top that Carl was.
"Guess I'd blow em while I fucked his girl, I mean that's part of the deal, right?" he said sincerely, "She sure as fuck ain't hot enough that I'd take it up my ass to get into her pussy, though!"
Scaring the hell out of us, Carl suddenly appeared from the dark announcing, "Guess it is boy's night out, Erica has a headache and sends her apologies." He was dressed in white shorts and t-shirt and wearing sandals He scanned the campsite still littered with Tim's clothes that Tammy tossed out, the soaking wet sleeping-bag, two sagging tents and six Coleman coolers considering there were only three of us.
Tim noticed as well and advised, "Don't even go there, dude. It's a long story."
The beer was going down nicely and quickly. We passed joints around and queried about his country and enlightened him of ours. His job as a paramedic for a mining camp was interesting conversation. Erica and he decided to see America and rented a motorcycle. Mostly tenting, they sometimes took motels and cabins to chill for a few days in comfort during their two month visit. He was thirty-one years old and Erica was twenty-six and they had lived common-law for the past two years in a city I couldn't pronounce, that when he spelled it, was about a hundred letters with very few vowels!
I liked Carl. I liked Carl a lot. I had the hots for him. He was more handsome than I first thought, a rugged handsomeness with a days growth on his face. I loved his deep throaty accent and articulate English. His mother and father had been teachers and English was a prerequisite, second language of his nation. When he inquired about Seth, Tim and my age, he seemed shocked that I was sixteen and not fifteen that he assumed.
"You have a baby face. --Very cute indeed!" he complimented me, making me blush.
I caught him staring at me often, he'd smile the whitest smile I'd ever seen, and wink. He was coming on to me and I didn't let doubts cloud my intuition like I had done with Seth. Never having entertained the fantasy of sex with an older man, I wanted Carl who was twice my age, and that confounding factor added to the temptation of returning is flirtation head on. I was boning up thinking about his uncut cock and what the mysterious foreskin would feel like; what his purplish head would taste like. Surely not pussy, he had swam to shore and there couldn't have been enough time to throw a fuck into his old lady. The vivid memory of him humping Erica was the final surge of blood needed to fill my cock to capacity length. I envisioned him on top of me and fucking my almost virginal, barely broken-in ass!
When Seth asked Carl if he wanted another beer, I was on my feet in a flash to get him one and flagrantly parked my ass beside him, inching over to allow me more space on the long Coleman cooler that substituted as seating to the limited available lawn-chairs. His curly blond hairs tickle my smooth, hairless leg in the closeness sending a chill through me. Immediately, his arm surrounded my waist, his hand rested on my hip, gently kneading the skin, sending chills up my spine and a break out of goose-bumps that he had to have felt. Bravely, having nothing to fear, I placed my arm around him, I had made my anything but subtle move on him, no doubt he was pleased at my forwardness. Nervous as a hen with a fox in the hen house, I was baffled as to how to seduce him further, deciding to leave that to fate.
Knowing looks and smirks on their faces attested to Tim and Seth being wise to the goings-on on the other side of the roaring fire as they comically relayed the events of the day. From the disarray of camp, the two boys we frightened on the beach, to the antics of the three boys in the shower house. Carl laughed heartily, taking advantage of the moments to caress my hip and upper leg. I returned the gesture for a while and then stretching my arm, looped my thumb inside his waistband and toyed with border line pubic hair between his inner thigh and groin area.
Lost in lust, I don't know how the topic of ownership of the van came up. At some point I heard Seth telling Carl how I single handedly finished the interior and that Carl should ask me to show him my handy-work.
"Well, shall we?" Carl asked, taking me off guard before I could make sense of the tail end of the conversation. "I would very much like to see your craft."
"Um, yeah, okay!" I sputtered, rising from the cooler and looking at Seth wearing a devious grin and winking at me.
Inside the van that I wished I had made presentable, at least folded the bed had I known, Carl admired it for a moment. Next thing I knew his hand held the nape of my neck and his mouth was locked on mine with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. My legs felt like jello, my whole body like a rag-doll and fear of the unknown overwhelmed me. I easily surrendered and returned the passion with my arms around his neck. His whiskers chaffed my mouth area but I was certainly not complaining. Actually, it made him even more manly. I knew in my heart that events were going to get more heated when I felt the hardness pressed against my own. My first real probing, lashing, slobber lipped, intimate kiss!
Carl's hand slid into the left side waistband of my shorts and drifted the short journey between our pressed bodies. When his fingers found their destination and explored, he let out an audible sigh but it was no match for my own cry of bliss. His other hand left my neck and caressed down my back leaving me responsible to apply hand pressure to ensure our mouths didn't somehow lose momentum.
I felt the back of his hand on my belly as he fumbled with his clasp and zipper, then the material landed on my feet. My shorts were targeted next. Wrapped in his hand, cock against cock, he stroked the two and massaged my balls with the other. Our panting breaths intensified emitting muffled moans when as soon as he was naked, I located his satiny, hairless sack and luscious cherry-tomato sized orbs. I hated to break our embrace and drop to my knees, but the impatience to replace his tongue with another, larger wet probe in my mouth was too much.
Licking the juices from his foreign shaped knob and pulling the loose folds of skin forward to entomb my tongue, I was mesmerized by its texture and ease of glide.
"You are a beautiful boy, Trevor. And I am a very fortunate man at this moment." he exulted.
I took him hole and let my mouth savor the taste a few moments. It was about an inch longer than Seth's, with a girth slightly less, but not near as meaty as Tim's. I don't know why I was making comparisons, however one thing was for sure: God did not create all men alike! Each one even tasted marginally different. Eager to get to the matter at hand and pleasure the man towering above me, I sucked his cock lovingly, unlike I had done with Tim or Seth. I had a gut feeling that he was in no hurry to go anywhere that night.
Carl ushered me up over and onto the bed where we comfortably laid side by side and he tenderly explored my cock and balls with his tongue and lips, and I resumed my oral command over his manhood. I was in my glory experiencing a lover who was not intent on the 'get it on and get off' adage. I was a bit confused with his affection displayed, contrary to on the raft when he claimed that homo sex he experienced never included intimacy, much the same as Seth's learned belief of the practice.
Without the warning of droplets, rain began to pelt the roof and I feared our tenderhearted coupling would be sadly interrupted, if not shelved completely, if Seth and Tim came inside for cover. Carl might be persuaded into group sex, but our attentiveness to each others feelings would surely be lost. My anxiety was put to rest when I heard a car door slam, the guys had taken refuge in one of their cars, Seth's smirk and winks indicated that he somehow connived expectations of Carl and me to have sex in the van, and had conspired to stay away and allow me continued privacy.
"Please fuck me, Carl!" I blurted, shocking even myself of the lewdness implored.
"I do not '"fuck"' beautiful boys,... I make love to them, and it would be my pleasure to make love to you!"
I handed him the baby-oil and rolled onto my stomach with my ass high in the air.
"What are you doing?" he asked as if I had done something wrong. "I wish to see your face when I make love to you."
I complied and lay upon my back but when I saw that he was he reaching for his shorts, I truly thought I had blown it somehow by insulting him. I felt stupid and naive believing that anal sex didn't necessarily have to be so impersonally performed from the rear as Seth and Tim perhaps silently alluded my preconception. Relieved to see him digging into a pocket and producing two small wrapped packages, I breathed a sigh of relief! Raising myself on my elbows I watch as he used his teeth to tear open, then roll a condom onto himself. The second package was a lubricant.
He saw me looking oddly when he rolled on the rubber, and asked, "How long have you been having sex with guys, Trevor?"
"Let me see," I joked, "it was on a Friday, that I know;... what time is it now... two o'clock Sunday morning?... Then I've been doing it for around twenty-eight hours!"
He looked at me like I was crazy before it dawned on him, "Really? Have you been penetrated as of yet?"
I debated the answer. A "Yes" would be honest, yet a "no" might encourage him to be gentler. "Not really." I meekly answered.
I swear his cock jumped and flexed, he smiled warmly and assured me, "I will be very gentle, you will see."
Arranging my legs knees up, spread wide, and a pillow placed under the small of my back, Carl laid his full weight on me and kissed me passionately once again. He manipulated his cock to my hole and gently pushed. It hurt, but not near the pain Seth had caused me. The difference was that I wanted Carl inside me and expected what was coming and in no way resisted his entry. Hoping that I wasn't hurting him, I dug my nails into his back. Our kiss ended, clenching my teeth and grimacing as inch by inch he finally paused.
I had no way of knowing how much of his length was inside me, the position we were in certainly prevented full potential. Carl obviously felt no need to drive me deep as Seth had done to me and likewise, Tim had violently done to him .Once satisfied that he was securely lodged, he pumped in slow, gyrating motions. Placing his arms through my pits and securing my shoulders with his hands, he leaned in to kiss me. By then, I was physically and mentally ready to receive him.
Short, slow retractions followed by forward spikes, all in sync to his rotating hips, suddenly had the most profound, spectacular feeling that came over my body. The only way to describe it was... like a constant internal orgasm. My legs straddled and clamped his upper thighs with feet hooked to hold the position as leverage to meet his thrusts and assume an active role. My cock grew hard, painfully mashed at an awkward angle that he must have realized and lifted himself, causing it to spring and lay prone. The feeling of it between our grinding bodies was intense, being masturbated in the oddest way.
Like a well oiled machine, we increased pace in unison, lost in the rapture and screaming out appreciations of the other. A steady kiss became impossible and we settled on the biting of necks and ears. I felt my climax build and finally gush forth, trapped in its confines.
"I wanna taste you, Carl!" I whimpered in tears, "Please... let me have it in my mouth?" I begged.
He crawled up my body and squatted over my chest, working the condom down and off that plopped on my jugular. My cum was splattered from his belly to his bush. He spread his hands firmly against the wall. My hands forced his ass forward for my tongue to lift and direct him into my mouth. Leaning forward, he pumped my tight mouth mercilessly, the only aggression he'd shown and was short lived. The unmistakable, familiar bitter-sweet proof of his final utopia excreted. Carl didn't even attempt to asphyxiate me by rooting himself, only held a moderate depth and let me siphon the very last ejaculate before he extracted and collapsed hunched over me, lips to mine.
Carl held me as he rolled off onto his back. Breathing hard he continued to hold me, my head tucked under his arm with my cheek resting on his sweaty chest. I didn't want it to be over, I wanted him to hold me like that until morning when we could wake up refreshed and do it all over again. I was sad when he sat up and announced that he had to go. Watching him dress, I was envious of the one he was going home to.
Feeling a strange sense of modesty in front of the man who ravaged my soul, I put the bed sheet around me and walked with him to the beach. The rain had stopped but a welcomed coolness had resulted. Carl kissed me goodnight.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Erica and me will be leaving if the weather reports are correct. She suffers from migraines and felt one coming on, so it will also depend on that." he advised uncertain. Cupping my face in his hands, he said, "You are a beautiful boy. You will find someone and make him very happy Be who you are and hold your head up high. Do not live a lie, Trevor." He kissed me and turned to walk down the beach. I stood there watching until he disappeared into the darkness, knowing in my heart that I would never see him again, but that he'd had a profound influence that would shape my life from that day forward.
It wasn't difficult to figure out who's car they took shelter in. The windows of Tim's Chevy were fogged up and a happy face had been drawn on the passenger side one. I politely knocked and from somewhere within, a voice told me to get in. The dome light illuminated the two naked teens, their shorts draped over the headrests. Tim had his back to the door and one leg resting on the seat, the other on the floor. Seth was just lifting his upper body and judging by the glossy kielbasa pointing at Tim's belly-button, was giving him head until I interrupted. They shuffled to allow me a seat where Tim handed me a beer that I guzzled at least half of which to quench my dry mouth and extreme thirst.
"So,... did the old man take his teeth out and give ya a gum-job?" Tim asked facetiously, then went onto another tangent, "--I think God fucked up when he gave women teeth. But when ya think 'bout it,... God must be a woman, cuz if he was a guy he would have of given us the ability to bend far enough to suck our own cocks!"
"You are so fucking dense, Tim!" Seth piped up, "If God was a woman, she would have ensured we could suck our own cocks so women wouldn't have to!"
"Yeah, maybe yer right on that one. --Maybe that's why he invented you fags, too!" the banter ended with a shot to his arm by Seth.
The attention focused on me again. Seth asked, "So do tell us about it... I mean we peaked in the window and watched most of it, but how was gay sex with an old man?"
"You guys peaked?... How fucking childish is that?" I scolded, "And he's not old or... gay!"
"We had to make sure that the pedophile wasn't abusing you!" said Tim.
Pedophile. The term was so inappropriate. Technically correct, but a very unfair label when the junior is consenting, if not wanton. It's my body, my decision, who the fuck has the right to tell me who I could or couldn't have sex with? I thought of my parents, they'd go nuts and have Carl put in jail in a blink of the eye! Send me for therapy so some shrink could tell me it wasn't my fault, I was a victim of a horrendous crime, when in fact, non of that was true!
Seth giggled, "We didn't watch too long. When you guys moved to the bed we couldn't see any more. Donkey dick, here,..." he fondled Tim, "got all excited watching. --See my knees?" Sure as hell, he had grass stains on his knees. "We listened for a bit until it started to pour rain, then we came in here."
I wasn't angry or ashamed. A little flattered that the voyeur straight boy, Tim, got excited by it all. He suggested we go inside the van and get comfortable and after gathering more alcohol, taking a piss without a sword fight because it was too chilly to dilly-dally outside.
Tim was the first one to crawl into the bed. What I wouldn't have given to have a video camera when he leaped across the bed tossing the used condom that his hand had inattentively come in contact with, crying out, "Fucking gross, dude!... I could of got 'Swedish jism all over my hand!"
Seth had recovered the rubber and held it up gingerly between two fingers staring at, "Not to worry, Timmy, cuz it appears to be empty!"
Both of them looked at me puzzled, I opened my mouth and pointed, "Yum-yum, it went into the other sperm reciprocal!" resulting in them ganging up on me for a play fight, stripping the sheet from my body.
Tim said, "Bet ya it tasted like Geritol, Viagra, or maybe Poligrip,...that false teeth stuff!"
I reached over and squeezed his nuts, "Tastes better than your fucking alcohol laced cum;... a person could get drunk blowing you!"
"You say'in I drink too much, Tammy?" he laughed. "You've heard of a 'boiler-maker,' I call my shooter a 'baby-maker!' Get it... shooter? Double meaning?" driving Seth and me to groan at his stupid joke.
Just then Seth discovered the empty foil wrappers, "Fuck me, look at this!... The guy came packing his own lube, too?" he asked with sarcasm. "He must have been pretty damn sure he was going to get laid."
"His odds were two-to-one, go figure!" Tim jabbed at Seth and me, "And he picked slut-boy over there to rock the cradle with."
"Fuck you, ass wipe!"
We got pretty stoned. Me and Seth shared Tim's meat for a while, our cocks near his face that he actually held in each hand and rotated his head from one to the other sucking just a few inches. I don't remember who came up with the idea of a three-way fuck session, Stacked with Tim on Seth, Seth on me. It was impossible for the two of them to get a steady rhythm and Seth kept flopping out of me, who was taking the brunt of the weight. We got quite a hoot over the clumsiness and tried it on our sides and that didn't help much either, so we let Tim pound away while Seth stayed in me. Once Tim was spent, Seth carried on inside me. It was enjoyable, but sadly, Carl had spoiled me with his love making. I came, but it was via Seth's hand, and not the orgasmic inner sanctum of that G-spot that Carl knew how to stimulate so well.
The remainder of the weekend was a blast, The weather improved and we spent much time on the beach tossing a football or Frisbee and swimming. The sex was enjoyed frequently and equally. I tried to get Seth to fuck face to face but he wouldn't here of it, apologizing, no offense, but that position was gay and the buddy system was strict to the rule, no eye contact, kissing, cuddling or whispering sweet nothings. Tim concurred. As foolish as it seemed, I respected their wishes if it gave them a sense of guarded masculinity. Surprising, I did let Tim do me and found his cock rather agreeable, once again, the girth was thick and frightful to the naked eye but after his bulbous head passed the pearly gates of hell, it was filling, but smooth. Nor was he rough as Seth enjoyed the ride.
As expected, I didn't see Carl again. Tim found another girl and never looked back on the weekend, if he did, he never mentioned it. Seth and me got together many times for camp-outs that summer. The buddy system rules were bent when we were alone. Light kissing and cuddles were ceded to, the missionary position granted. However he was always aloof, refusing to let himself go with the flow. I was in love with him and he knew it, Looking back, I believe he was in love with me, as well, and that scared him. By mid August he was clearly avoiding me.
Mike got over his shock that I was gay. Probably more happy that his best friend Tim wasn't bisexual, Just crazy Timmy doing crazy things on a whim. Mike kept on seeing Marnie, even when he caught her blowing another guy from school in the teen's car one lunch hour the following school year. Tim and me believe it was Tammy who tipped him off. She had her sights on Mike soon after Tim broke off with her.
As for me? Any gay high school kid can tell you that it's a lonely life. One full of self-loathing, not belonging and jerking off til your cock is raw. II met one guy at a house party, I barely knew him from school. We got drunk and he asked to sleep it off in my van with me. He was cute, a year younger and I was horny for some cock to suck. He stripped down to his boxer shorts and put his hand inside saying how horny he was. With all the courage I could muster, I said something idiotic like, "me too! I'm so fucking horny I could suck your cock!" Depending on his reaction, I could simply laugh it off as a joke. He pulled down his shorts, laid down on the bench and said, "go for it!"
He had the tiniest cut dick you'd ever want to see, I swear it was no longer or thicker than my thumb, with the teeniest, marble sized balls! It was as if he stopped sexual development at eleven years old. I felt sorry for him, fifteen years old and hung like a hamster. Kind of Kewl was taking all of his junk in my mouth with room to spare. Anyway, I got him off not expecting much, a few pellets that had he not advised me he was cumming, I wouldn't have noticed.
I have no idea why, but noodle-dick started telling people at school that he passed out and woke up to find me giving him a blow-job. Word spread quickly through the grapevine. Mike and Tim asked me if it was true and I told them the whole story. Mike, being very popular with students of all grades, reversed the story that it was the kid who came onto me. Nobody ever doubted Mike's word and and his version was gospel. The kid was soon the target of bullies and ridicule. I felt bad for him. Two days later, a couple of guys jumped him from behind, bagged his head to keep their identity secret, stripped him totally naked, shaved off his pubic hair and tied him to a tree in front of the school. I would imagine that every time he heard a dismissal bell from that day forward was a sad reminder of his humility!
Quite the police investigation ensued, but mysteriously, no one saw a thing. When I confronted Tim as to his possible, most likely involvement, he only grinned, and said, "Who, me?"
I got a job after school stocking shelves at a retail grocery store. The assistant manager, thirty-five year old Kyle, began a subtle flirt with me and one day invited me to his place after work. Events happened swiftly and I spent the night in his bed and many others thereafter. When I turned eighteen I came out to my parents and moved in with Kyle. We have been together ever since, the love of my life.
Older men are much better lovers. They are caring and selfless, and if you are underage and closeted, you can be rest assured of one thing, confidentiality; they don't kiss and tell and you'll appreciate it like hell!
The End!
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