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Chapter 3
Once the fire was roaring, Stud and I walked back to the patio where Jack was basting the pork chops.
"What you been up to for so long." asked Jack as he eyed both of us suspiciously.
"Just got the fire pit going and then we had to pee. Timmy had yet to experience the outhouse." said Stud.
"Everything come out OK," asked Jack
"Yeah, great," said Stud as he squeezed my ass, "everything is cool."
Jack walked over and touched my arm softly and said, "Welcome to a great weekend."
I smiled back, touching Jack's arm and replied, "Yes, a great fucking weekend."
While Stud and I started the fire pit, the table had been moved from inside to the patio close to the grill, to take advantage of the grill's heat and dissipate some of the chilly night air. Carlos, Demetrius and Leo were playing cards and betting from a bag of candy that was on the table. Jack yelled that everything was almost ready, so Carlos and Demetrius went into the cabin while Leo cleared the table. Soon Carlos was out with plates, silverware and napkins. Demetrius was right after him with bottles of wine and glasses.
Stud looked at me and said, "I think we need to go wash up after handling all the wood at the fire pit." I looked at my hands; they had not been that dirty since I changed a bicycle tire as a teen. I pride myself on my impeccable hygiene, and here I was starting to smell like a melon in the discard bin. I raise my hands to show him. "You are a mess Timmy. Let's wash." We went into the cabin, and Stud went to the sink and started pumping water from the pump by the sink. "You pump while I wash." I looked at the recurved pump handle and pulled it down. Nothing happened. "You don't expect it to come gushing with one pump. Do you fuck like that? Take long even strokes. That's it. Now faster. Get that water to spurt." After six or seven vigorous pulls on the handle water splashed into the sink. I smiled and stopped; so did the water. "Boy, we need to get you out of the city more. You'd be the first snack in a zombie apocalypse." I went back to pumping and the water flowed and my arm started to ache. Taking the soap by the sink, Stud scrubbed a small mound of dirt into the sink. "Here," he said flicking some water off his hands at me, "I will pump you."
I shoved both hands under the water and yelled, "That is fucking cold." Stud just laughed. I put my hands back under and quickly wash dirt away. "If I have to bath in this, I won't have a hard on for a week."
"Doubt that," said Stud, "you'll be hot and hard before too long." He gave me a long look, "Besides, we bath in the creek."
"Shit, this weekend just keeps getting better," sarcasm deeply intended.
"Hon," Stud put an arm around me, "You don't know how much better." He ran his thumb up the side of my neck, across, my jaw, and over my lips.
I flushed a nice shade of pink, he laughed. To distract myself I looked at the water swirling down the drain. "Where does the water go?"
"To a septic tank and a drainage field."
"So this place could have indoor toilet, the flushing kind?"
"Yeah, but isn't the outhouse experience a turn-on?" I was not sure of that.
Once outside, Jack pointed to a spot between him and Stud. Sitting in the middle of my plate was a miniature Snickers bar. I picked it you and pointed it at Jack.
"I thought it was time for me to return a favor," he said.
"You knew I put the Snickers on your desk?" I said with surprise.
"I knew the first day. You are a terrible liar"
"First day, how?"
"When I asked around, you pretended to be busy on you computer and did not look at me. But usually when I was walking around the office, you watched me."
"I thought I was not obvious at all."
"Not as obvious as the chicken squad who cluck as I pass. It is terrible being gorgeous," he said with self-mockery. "But your eyes were still following if the head did not. Then I would notice you squirm in your seat as you adjusted your pants."
"Busted," Stud broke in.
"Why didn't you confront me. I was sort of stalking you with the candy," I said.
Jack smiled, teeth perfect white, "I was flattered. I like Snickers. And I was planning this weekend."
Leo suddenly spoke up, "Jack can be very patient when he hunts."
"Besides, Snickers is part of our weekend ritual. See the bag of candy on the table." I nodded, but lost to the significance. "We each draw from the bag and matching candy fuck each other. No favorites, no one left out, everyone laid."
I looked at my Snickers and then looked at the other plates: Milkways, Mounds, Snickers. The other Snickers was on Jack's plate. He held it up, and I was more excited than when the high school quarterback passed me a note to meet under the stadium seats. I learned then that jocks are not necessarily worth blowing.
"I cheated," said Jack, "I took the Snickers for myself. Finder's fee."
I looked around the table again: Milkyways--Stud and Demetrius and Carlos and Leo the Mounds. Jack poured a rose' wine all around, raised his glass and said, "To a fucking good time." Everyone raised their glass and cheered.
The food was delicious; Every so often Jack's hand would slip under the table and caress my leg. Then he discovered that my jeans were not fully buttoned. He almost choked on a piece of meat. He took a quick sip of wine and said, "I need to be more careful with meat." I smiled at him with all the innocence of a choirboy. He almost choked again. "You are a tease," he whispered in my ear. I smiled as much feigned ignorance as possible. "I never tease," I whispered back.
"Now boys," said Stud in a loud voice so everyone could hear but looking at Jack and me, "not until after supper do we have desert." Then he slid his hand under the table, while waving a glass of wine with his other hand. He ran his whole hand up my thigh and found my open jeans. There he found Jack's hand in my underwear. Both hands played, both men carried on conversations as if neither was exploring. Stud leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "You need to stop wearing underwear."
I whispered back, "Do you think that I am that easy?"
Stud laughed, looked at me and said, "Why yes."
Jack asked what Stud and I were laughing about. So I said for everyone to hear, "Stud thinks that I am easy. I disagree. What do you think?" So began a conversation on the virtues of promiscuity and if I was a slut or not. I told stories of some the better and worse encounters. Leo added a few of his; he did not say if these were before or after his marriage. Demetrius and Carlos shared a couple of stories. Stud and Jack just laughed and encouraged everyone.
The conversation switch to where was the strangest place. Leo's was in the back of his station wagon, while it was parked at his house with his wife inside. Carlos was in a park. Demetrius in an elevator. Stud in an airplane bathroom. Jack surprised me when he said his desk. I needed more details on that because it offered future opportunities. I saved my for last because I knew that I would top all of them. "So," asked Demetrius, "what was yours?"
"Oh, in a lion's cage," I replied casually.
"What"
"No Fucking way."
"You're making this up" This was Leo
"Was the lion the top or the bottom?" Stud
"You perv. I knew I liked you," said Jack. "So tell us all. Leave no intimate detail out"
"A couple of summers ago I decided to cruise Brookfield Zoo. It is amazing how animals make men horny. Anyway. The lion cage was being cleaned by this emo blond."
"Emo?" asked Demetrius.
"That's a bird?" said Carlos
"No, the bird is Emu-E M U," replied Demetrius
I cut them off. "An emo is a young man who looks punk, Adam Lambert or David Bowie," I explained. "Well, I watched him hose a section of the cage, and then take a stiff broom and sweep. He had such cat like movements; it was like he was the lion in the cage. Well, he noticed that I was watching, and he began to wave the hose around like it was his dick. I slowly opened my mouth stuck out my tongue and licked my upper lip while rubbing my hand down the front of the shorts I was wearing. We had a courtship dance each on the other side of the enclosure. I would have whipped out my dick right there and jizzed on the glass, but for the people walking by. Since there was a sign that the exhibit was closed for cleaning no one lingered. He motioned for me to stay, so I went and sat on a bench while he finished his cleaning.
I sat there for a good fifteen minutes and was about ready to leave when a baritone voice behind me said. "Glad you waited.' I looked up and there was this elfin blond with a streak of green in a beige maintenance jumpsuit, all so very much at odds with the deep silky voice.
I looked at him from top to bottom and then at his prominent bulge in the uniform. "I am glad too."
He looked at me and like what he saw. 'Would you like a private tour of the lions' cage,' he asked. I could not refuse. I mean, he was hot. He led me around to a service entrance. As soon as we were in, he kissed me. It was ferocious. Then he took my hand and started showing me around: the feeding area, the vet area, his cleaning station, the door to where the lions were currently roaming, finally the area he just cleaned.
The way the enclosure was designed, we could enter without being seen. Soon we were kissing and sucking. His jumper was off and my shorts were off, I had no underwear on that day. He was thin and pale like alabaster, like Brad Pitt in Interview with a Vampire, only much thinner. But here I was the vampire and would suck him dry. I sucked his neck and his nipples, both pierced. I nibbled his navel, also pierced. And then I tasted his cock and balls, shaved of all hair and soft as velvet. It was the first time I was had a guy with a Prince Albert.
Carlos looked at me confused. "What is a Prince Albert?" "Hush," said Leo.
"A Prince Albert is an ear ring in the head of the cock," I said.
"Ooo, that hurts," cringed Carlos.
"I can only say that neither of us were in pain. It like having the tip of a finger alongside the cock. It felt real good as it pushed against my pleasure spot."
"I don't want to try. I think it would hurt if my ass were attacked by a cock with attachments." Demetrius stated.
"Straight guys do not appreciate the sensual power of good anal manipulation," I replied. "Rimming and prostate tickling."
"My hole is one directional." Demetrius countered. I just shook my head and thought about my turn with him.
"If you fuck with it wouldn't it rip the dick," asked Leo.
"With a condom on, it doesn't move much," I answered. By now Jack had maneuvered my cock out of my jeans, and I had one raging hard on.
"So what happened next?" asked Jack. The questions was totally detached from what his hand was doing.
"We fucked each other by the rocks, I turned him around, leaned him against the fake rocks, slipped on a condom and fucked him. He screamed in pleasure like those cranes in the African exhibit. Sweat dripping from me, I climaxed. Then he turned me around and did the same to me. I could hear the disappointed people as they passed the closed exhibit. If they only knew I was being rammed into the rocks by my own lion. There is something very hot about public sex." Demetrius nodded. "We went back inside, washed off, and fucked each other again on the feeding table, carefully moving aside the bone fragments....So that is my usual place."
"Did you ever connect with him again?" asked Leo flushed faced. Apparently, Carlos had slipped under the table to retrieve a napkin.
"Yes, Danny and I dated for a few months," I answered, "It was never serious or exclusive. Finally, we decided that we were too different. He was heavy metal and I was pop rock. He was whips and chains and I was flowers and candy."
"No fucking way," Carlos interjected, "You fucked Daniel in the lions' den."
"Whole new meaning to that story." Leo added.
"He liked bondage?" asked Stud returning to topic.
I looked at Stud and the interest on his face. "He liked bondage, wax, electricity, weights on the balls, cock torture. Very extreme turn-ons."
"Did you do any of this with him?" asked Stud even more interested.
"Yeah," I said, "I will try anything three times. I do not find that pain increased my pleasure." I smiled with just an edge of my tongue at the side of my lips at Stud. "but I'm not totally closed to it." Stud almost choked on his wine.
"That sure tops anything I have done," said Jack. He smiled and looked at me, "Yet." His hand wound around Stud's in my jeans. "How 'bout s'mores by the fire pit." Everyone got up and headed out to the clearing where the fire lit the way. I lingered, pushing wood into cloth. I quickly caught up with Carlos and Leo, who hounded me with questions about piercings all the way to the fire. I was suddenly the toast of the party.
The fire pit sent uneven heat into the night. The front of me burned while the back froze. The end of May in Wisconsin can have very chilly nights, and so was this night as we sat by the fire: Stud next to Demetrius, Leo and Carlos, and Jack and I. Jack saw me shiver and put his arm around me. I have never felt so protected in a man's arms. Leo was playing with Carlos's shirt, slowly opening buttons and sliding his hand down his side. Stud had marshmallows on a stick and as they browned, slowly fed them to Demetrius, who purred with delight.
If this night was to be wild sex, it was starting with careful foreplay. I liked it. Before, I was accustomed to kiss-kiss, stripe-stripe, suck-suck, fuck-fuck, and then good night. Here was tonight and tomorrow and a few more tonights and tomorrows, so urgency could be tempered and need could be built. I was to find that I became a much better lover than fucker. Jack made me feel important and worthy of his attention.
As I looked around, each set of couples were doing the same. I wondered if this was the same with their wives. But I doubted it. This weekend was like an ice cream cone, to be licked and savored before it melted. I vowed to make all my relationships, however fleeting, to be ice cream cones.
Jack took my hand and tugged me to follow. He led me down to the bank of the river, and we jumped boulders until we stopped on a large rock in the middle of the river. He kissed me so softly on the lips that my head went back and I saw stars. I mean really stars. "Holy fuck," I said.
Jack smiled, "Am I that good a kisser?"
"No," I exclaimed, "all the stars. So many."
"So I am not that good a kisser," Jack said acting hurt.
I shook free of his hold. "No, no, you're a great kisser," I quickly said, "I have never seen so many stars."
"Ah, yes, city boy, city lights," laughed Jack. "Stand up and I will point out a few." He stood behind me with one hand on my chest under my shirt, and the other hand took my wrist. "Now there." He turned me around and raised my hand with his about a 45 degree angle. "That is the North Star or Polaris, if you are lost at night and can find this star, you will know where north is." He spun me around almost 90 degrees. "See that ribbon of stars." I nodded. "That is the Milky Way, the galaxy that we are part of." He put my hand down and look upward searching for something. Then he turned me so quickly that I almost lost my balance and went into the water. Jack steadied me and pointed my hand up, "That is the planet Mars." He gently caressed a nipple.
"Wow. I never had any idea. This is amazing." Jack hugged my back closer to his chest and started to sway so slowly and nibble on my ear and neck. I was mesmerized by all the stars, Jack's warmth, his hips rubbing against me to a rhythm only the two of us shared. He slowly turned me around and kissed me so deep that breathing was not needed, I shared his. Then I truly saw stars. It was a moment that I have rarely had again, even with Jack. I was with him totally, but I was with everything around me: I was the wind in the trees, the trees in the wind. the water flowing around my island rock. I was the rock. It was like an orgasm without the mess.
Jack stopped kissing me and looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?"
"Perfect," I cooed, "I could not be more perfect. I want this moment forever."
"Nothing is forever, hon." He paused as if thinking of something else he lost. "Nothing is forever, so enjoy this moment and cherish it." He kissed me again, his tongue an extension of my mouth.
I wanted to cry and buried my face in his shirt. He held me like that for the longest time, drinking of the moment too. I have never been able to recapture that intimacy, that sense of shared frailty, even with marriage. I thought it might have been residuals from the dope, but I have never come close. Too soon Jack pulled away and I let him. That moment had passed but it was shared.
"I guess we need to head back to the other guys before the send a search party to find the two lovers who drowned in their passions," Jack finally said.
"I'm sure that they are all fucking like monkeys by now," I said.
Jack took my hand and steadied me across the rocks and up the path to the clearing. The other four guys were still by the fire pit, but with far less clothing on.
"So what were you up to down there," said Stud pointing to the river and in the same gesture pointing at my crotch.
"I saw stars." I blurted out.
"Bet you did," chimed in Carlos with wink wink nod nod undertones.
"No, really," I continued, "I saw stars." Jack shook his head in affirmation.
Jack continued, "Really, he saw stars. This kid has never been out of the city at night."
"There's so many. So bright." I added enthusiastically.
"That is disappointing," said Stud. "I thought there might have been other stars too."
Jack smiled a conspiratorial smile at Stud. "There were those too, but obviously not as impressive." Everyone laughed, but I was still looking up trying to see the North Star and Mars in the light of the fire pit.
"It is getting nippy out here," said Demetrius, who was shirtless and had his jeans below his ass.
"Wait here," said Jack, "I have something inside that will warm you up."
"What," chuckled Leo, "It's not your dick?" But Jack was of across the lawn to the cabin and did not hear. Soon Jack was racing back with a bottle in one hand and glasses in the next.
"Here is some Wisconsin summer." Jack said waving the bottle around. "They drink it in the winter to remind themselves of summer. It will warm you up." Jack handed each of us a shot glass and pour a thick clear liquid in each.
"Smells like peppermint," said Leo.
"Peppermint schnapps," corrected Jack. "A few of these and you will be hot all night."
"I thought keeping us hot all night was Timmy's job." said Stud with his usual grin.
"Holy crap," said Demetrius as he downed the glass. "That burn will set you on fire."
Everyone down the glass, hooted, and Jack filled another glass.
Stud shouted, "Let's fill Timmy's belly button and drink from it. Make it a game. Strip poker and the loser sheds some clothes and drinks from Timmy. Do you have an innie or an outie," Stud said finally turning to me.
"Do I have some say in this game?" I asked.
"No," yelled Demetrius and Carlos.
I shook my head no and looked to Jack for support. But he just came over and started removing my shirt. The cold air hit my chest and my nipples hardened.
"Just remember, Timmy is mine tonight. Just the belly button," cautioned Jack.
"What the hell," I said with resignation, "Why not something new." The two shots was starting to warm me and loosen inhibitions. Actually, it was fun.
For the next hour or so the five guys played poker by the fire while I lie on one of the logs facing the stars. It was not much of a game because each tried to lose. What little clothing was on enthusiastically came off. Sticky schnapps was poured on me. More dripped off than went into my navel. So that had to be licked off. Then shoes, then pants, then underwear, then just the drink. Everyone was naked under the stars and warmed by the fire. I thought how primitive, how basic, how natural. The schnapps was pretty well gone and so were we.
"I am a sticky mess," I said as the liquor dried on my skin. "I need to clean up before the bees find me."
Leo yelled out, "Timmy the bee man. He has more honey than any of us. We need to find it." Everyone broke out into riotous laughter ready to pounce on me.
Jack interrupted the laughter to say, "Don't worry Timmy, I will clean you up" With that he slid his tongue up the side of my stomach cause it to slightly spasm.
"That tickles," I snorted. This prompted Stud to come over and lick my other side. I squirmed and gasped as I tried to catch my breath.
Jack winked at Stud and said, "He is mine tonight." Stud just smiled, took one more lick and went to Demetrius. "Well guys, I guess it is time to retire. But first we need to put the fire out." The fire by now was just bright red embers. Jack then started peeing on the fire. Soon we were all hosing down the embers until they just sizzled and smoke. Jack then threw sand over the last of the coals to ensure it was out. "Too bed!" Jack yelled.
And so we all ran naked under a starry night into the cabin.
Jack and I took the single bed while Leo and Carlos had the upper bunk, and Stud and Demetrius the lower. It was deathly quiet. But slowly movement could be heard. Carlos and Leo were panting and slobbering. Stud was yelling prolific profanities. And Jack was taking his time exploring my body. This was just fine with me.
"That prostate thing is interesting" Jack whispered in my ear. I slid down from where I was nuzzling a nipple, did a quick pass over the cock and balls on my way to his pucker. Slowly I circled it with my tongue. He tasted clean but musky. His breath inhaled sharply as my tongue glazed his outer sphincter. An "Oh fuck" softly erupted as my tongue found entrance at his gate. I wet a finger and slowly slide in, pausing for him to adjust.
"Should I stop?" I asked.
"No" was the gasping reply, "no pain no gain." I slide my finger in and found the prostate, the little gift from the gods for gay men. As I gently tickled and massaged Jack became more vocal. "Stop, please stop," quietly from heavy breathing. "If you continue I'll cum and I so want to do that inside you." I slowly, to torment him, pulled my finger out. "I know why guys like to be fucked." He whispered as he pulled me to his mouth.
"Can I fuck you tonight?"
"Maybe?" was the reply "Right now I am so ready to explode. Please let me fuck you." He slipped a condom on, and I surprised him by leaning back and taking his cock in one swoop, like an owl on a mouse, silent and deadly. Jack was the one to squeak. I was sure that Jack's wife practiced this position, but my ass was far tighter. I slowly turned without releasing his dick from my ass and laid back against his chest, while he continued to pump, sending quivers through me. Gently, we turned on the side as he whispered sweet profanities in my ear. He moved slow and steady, then faster and faster, until we both seeded the stars. He fell asleep inside me, so I just moved in closer so I would not lose him.