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The Hiking Club
By
Wolf
When I was growing up my older brother and a group started a group of guys that would get together and go someplace away from prying eyes where they could have fun with each other. Over the years the group referred to themselves as "The Hiking Club" most of us had never heard of the terms: bisexual, fagot, gay, or queer. As guys moved to college. joined the military, or were drafted their younger brothers were brought into the group as the need arose. When I turned twelve-years-old I was allowed to join the group along with my best friend Steve.
All of this took place between 1964 to 1968 in Contra Costa County East of San Francisco near foothills of Mount Diablo. All were around the ages 14 thru 18. Average families with annual incomes $20K to $50K. White, Catholic and Protestant, most played baseball, soccer, or football. A few had driver's licenses and cars. Most were from family sizes of 4 to 6. Middle- class types of families.
Steve and I had been masturbating and sucking each other's dicks from about the age of ten. We knew when our older brothers didn't get any sex from their girlfriends on a date when they came home and had us suck their cocks off.
The night Steve and I were allowed to join the group a half dozen guys took off at midnight to hike up the foothills behind our homes. The older guys carried a few flashlights and a few sleeping bags. We all carrued water bottles. We hiked up the hills until we came to a clearing that was about twenty-foot-square. It was a dirt clearing among the scrub brush, old oak trees, and rocks. It was far enough up in the hills that we were protected from the town lights.
When we arrived there the older guys unrolled the sleeping bags and laid them out on the ground, and we all stripped out of our clothes. There were some of the guys that preferred to be on the bottom, but Steve and I didn't have a choice because we were being initiated into the group. Steve's older brother Gary selected me and my older brother Mike selected Steve. The other guy that was going to be a bottom was Dana. He knelt-down on one of the sleeping bags and Steve and I followed his example and knelt on the other two sleeping bags and leaned over and rested our heads on our crossed arms.
We watched as one of the older guys named Dough pulled out a jar of Vaseline and stuck a couple of fingers into a jar and applied a thick coat of the jelly all over his cock and then used his two fingers to lubricate Dana's asshole right in front of us. Then he knelt behind Dana and guided his stiff cock right to the puckered asshole and he took hold of Dana's hips and shoved his own hips forewarns driving his cock into the asshole. Dane lunged forward a little and opened his mouth and let out a OHHhhh sound as the shaft disappeared into his bowels.
Steve and my attention interrupted from watching Dana being fucked in the ass, when we felt greasy fingers probing our own assholes. We were resting our heads on our crossed arms looking at each other as we felt the heads of our brother's cock's entering our assholes. The pain brought tears to our eyes and we whined in pain but we endured the pain because we didn't want to wimp out. After that there was an exchange of older boys. Douge fucked my sloppy seconds. Mike fucked Steve, and Gary fucked Dana. When the three of us had been fucked by all three of the older guys we cleaned up and got dressed before hiking down the hill. We were walking slowly bowlegged down the hill to the cars.
Steve and I spent our high school years enjoying the sex with our club members. None of us ever thought about using condoms in those days. No one thought about it until AIDS became rampant. Steve and I started off as bottoms but graduated to tops with age. Most of us took turns being tops and bottoms. I enjoyed the powerful feeling of thrusting my sock into the mouth or ass of the bottom. I was happy to take my turn being spit roasted. I enjoyed having one guy fucking my mouth while a second guy fucked my ass. Anyway, the group was the best way for a young guy to discover boy-boy anal sex. Everyone was friendly and respectful toward your ignorance and shyness.
Steve and I even would drive into San Francisco and slip into the gay night clubs with false ID's. and allow older men to pick us up. I got off on making love to middle aged men that were hairy and bearded. I found it interesting to be picked up by a hulking bear of a hairy man and have him prefer to have me fuck his ass after he sucked me off.
I was drafted into the Army and did a tour in Vietnam. At first, I played it straight and just fuck the hooks over there, but used condoms because vernal denies was rampant. Then I ran into the shemales that were better looking than the hookers. By the time my tour was over I was humping and giving it up to my hootch buddies. Upon returning home I was only able to contact a few members of the club.
I eventually settled in Seattle, and got married. We have two children, and my wife of 46-years knews about my attraction to men and understands my desire to have sex with them. I'm retired now and I keep in touch with some of my friends that are approaching retirement. I enjoy both straight and gay sex, white, black, Asian, native American, young, and old. My wife asks that I temper my activities, and she has remained unassociated with my desires, but oddly she really enjoys my fantasy play in which she has a character of her own.
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