The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Author's note: Not only have we now passed 200 chapters on this journey, but during this chapter we will officially reach 4 million words. 12 years ago, I started what I thought would be just another short story, now it's become an epic tale that will go down in history with the great novels like To Kill a Mockingbird, Jayne Eyre, War & Peace, and Don Quixote. Maybe not, but certainly longer than all of them combined...so there's that. Let's get on that road trip now... And while you're in the car, please consider donating to Nifty donate.nifty.org. It helps keep their site up and running.

Chapter 201 – Road Trip Part A

I was explaining my planned road trip with Anderson to Colin, and he suggested something that I could do to add more fun to it, if I was into it. He does know me, right? I'm into anything that includes more fun.

"Since he's never met me yet, don't introduce me until after your road trip. I think I have a plan that could make it a wilder weekend," Colin suggested, and then went on to give me the idea, which we flushed out in great detail. I have a feeling that by the time the road trip is over, Anderson is either going to be super gay, or extremely traumatized...but at least he'll have driven a Bugatti a long distance.

Anderson showed up at the house on Friday. He had the afternoon off and suggested we leave early so that there was more daylight. Sounds like he just wants to be in the car longer. I'd already warned him to pack light as the Bugatti isn't exactly known for its storage space. In fact, we'd pretty much have to share one suitcase to make it all fit.

"Wasn't sure what I needed, so I just stuffed a couple changes of clothes and the toothbrush, deodorant stuff," he explained as he dropped the pack at the entrance. "I was thinking about my character for the trip. Do you think I should be a flaming bitchy queen, a sophisticated confident rich kid that believes the world should worship him, or a shy gay guy with money who doesn't realize people might like him?"

"Wow, those quite the parameters. You don't strike me as the flaming bitchy queen type, so that we could probably eliminate."

"Yeah, just thought I'd throw that out to see if it's something I should try."

"I think you should just be as close to yourself as possible while pretending to be a rich gay kid. You have style and confidence with most things, but are nervous about being gay where people can see you. You have a touch of self importance, mixed with self doubt."

"That seems more complicated than being a bitchy queen," he replied.

"How about you just be you, hiding behind the confidence you believe money gives you. You try to rise up to your surroundings to ensure people notice you, while simultaneously hoping people aren't talking about you behind your back," I suggested.

"You said you're a psychologist, right? Do you give all your patients advice like this?"

"Like what?"

"Confusing as fuck so they come back more nuts than when they started?" He asked, smirking.

"That's how we make the big bucks. Just be yourself and enjoy the moment. How about the first thing we do is let you pick some clothes out of our closet upstairs. I mean if you're going to be a spoiled rich kid, you should dress like one."

"Cool," he grinned.

"Grab your pack and we'll go upstairs," I suggested.

We tossed his backpack on the bed next to the suitcase I'd picked. I'd previously taken a few cases down to the car to see which one would actually be the best fit to maximize the space available, and I can tell you, it's not a ton of space. I mean this car doesn't even have cup holders, so it's not really meant as a vacation car. Let's face it, do you want to be the one to spill a drink in a multi-million-dollar car while doing 300 kilometres per hour? I sure don't.

I took Anderson into the closet. There's something you don't hear gay guys say a lot. `Hey wanna come into the closet with me?'

"Holy shit. This is bigger than my bedroom. Damn you guys got some nice stuff," Anderson said as he put his hand up to touch some of the clothes hanging in front of him.

"Have a look around and see if there's anything you like. You're our size, so most of these should fit you. Obviously, the real test is how they look when you're wearing them."

"Don't you mind if someone wears your clothes?" He asked as he inspected the collection.

"Not at all. With a whole house full of guys, it's like we have multiple closets of clothes to choose from. If there's nothing in here you like, we could go visit some of the other rooms to see if there's something more to your liking. Blake is in here all the time taking things, so it's likely half our closet is in his room. Maybe his taste is more what you'd prefer."

"No, I like a lot of these. No offense, but I really don't want to dress like a 14-year-old. I'd prefer to dress older, and more classy."

"I can understand that. Blake isn't your typical 14-year-old though. He does seem to set his own trends."

"I noticed," he smiled as he pulled down a nice shirt and looked it over. "I still actually find it hard to believe he is only 14."

"Welcome to our world. If it makes you feel any better, Blake doesn't think he's 14 either. In his mind he's somewhere between 18 and 22."

Anderson laughed. "I can see that."

"Try the shirt on, see how it looks," I suggested. He removed his own shirt and put the new one on. "That's a good look on you. Might be hotter like this," I said opening a couple more buttons to expose most of his chest. "A jacket over that and a chain and you'd be totally fuckable."

"Is that what I'm going for?"

"Baby, you always want to look fuckable," I smirked.

He checked himself out in the mirror. "I should probably have different pants though, right?"

"Right," I nodded. He moved to where our pants were hanging. He had a couple of hundred to choose from, but we had them organized nicely. Jeans were in one place, slightly dressier pants next, and super fancy & designer pants were in the last section. The pants not to touch for fear of a hit squad coming after you, had their own locked cupboard with bulletproof glass. Not really, but I'm sure if I look hard enough Colin has stuff that expensive somewhere. Things like sweat pants, lounge pants and the like, were in a separate space and folded, not hung. Same as t-shirts. We folded those instead of hanging them. Not sure why. When I was a kid, I just hung them up. When I moved in with Colin he folded things, so I just copied what he did. Sophisticated people did things differently than us normos. He even had this thing on one of the tables that folded the t-shirts perfectly. You lay the shirt on it, flipped the left side, then the right side, then the bottom and boom, folded. I have a similar thing for twinks. Flip, flip, fold in half, then boom.

Anderson found some designer pants that he liked and tried them on. He fit into them perfectly. Most of us were within an inch or two of each other, so most of the pants also fit. If we ever got a muscular guy living here with like a 48 inch chest and 34 waist, he'd really get ripped off on the clothes sharing stuff.

"That looks good. If that's one outfit you like, put it aside and check for more," I offered.

He took the shirt and pants off and put them on the nearby table, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs. They looked good on him as they hugged his body, showing off his lines properly. Unlike baggy boxers which were just not flattering on anyone. Of course, I wasn't about to miss an opportunity.

"Let's get you some better underwear too, shall we?"

He looked down at himself. "What's wrong with these? It's not like anyone but you will see them?" He reasoned.

"How do you know? We might get invited to a party while we're away, and you'll be all embarrassed when you have to strip, and you're standing there in the same underwear as 90% of the other guys. You want to get noticed."

"Sounds like it'd be a cool party. Will there be girls there?" He asked as if I actually had a party planned.

"No idea. It's a hypothetical party," I laughed. "Now come on. Let's get you out of those and into something a bit more exciting." I didn't wait for him to respond as I took hold of the waistband and pushed them down. To his credit, he didn't try to cover up like most boys his age. He just stood there waiting for me to select what he needed. "Good to see you're staying smooth," I commented as I ran my hand over the top of his crotch. "When did you last shave?"

"This morning. Steve told me that I should just keep myself shaved so that I was always ready."

"It's good advice, and I'm sure when you finally get a girlfriend, she'll appreciate it as well."

"Why?"

I smiled. "Do you like girls that have a hairy pussy and underarm hair, or would you prefer they shave it smooth?"

"Smooth," he nodded.

"Exactly. So why would you think girls like you being all hairy? At least trim it to a reasonable length so that you look well groomed."

"I guess that makes sense. So can I ask you...on this road trip, how often are you gonna want to have sex with me?"

"Well, I can't have sex with you while you're driving as I don't want you to crash an eight-million-dollar car, and we pretty much can't do it in a restaurant. Other than that, I'd say the rest of the time is available. Plus, we're new boyfriends, remember," I grinned as I patted his ass. "I'm thinking we do it every time we get horny."

"What if I don't get horny at all?"

I laughed. "Dude, you're 16. I'm guessing if I took hold of your penis right now, you'd be horny in seconds. Then you'll get horny again once you get into the car, and again when someone notices you driving it."

He grinned widely. "Yeah, that's probably true, but if I had my clothes on and no one was touching me, I might not get horny at all. Especially since I'm straight and guys don't really turn me on. No offense."

"None taken. Straight boys always say that until they get a cock in them, then they relax and enjoy themselves. Of course then they cum, and we're back to resistance again. But like the Borg say...resistance is futile. I looked him directly in the eyes. "Are you having second thoughts about the trip?"

"God no, not at all. I was just curious how often a gay guy has sex. It seems like a lot compared to other guys."

"It's more than straight boys, I can tell you that. You can be honest with me, Anderson. Are you okay actually having sex with me?"

"I mean doing guys isn't my favorite thing, but I've done it enough that I can handle it. You're way better looking than most of the older guys, so yeah, I can play boyfriends. Are you okay with our weekend? I mean it's gonna be expensive, and aren't you kinda freaked out about me driving the Bugatti?"

"Let's just say I'm as excited about spending an entire weekend with you, as you are about diving the Bugatti," I smiled as I found him a few pairs of underwear that were a lot more colourful and a much better fit. "Of course, I'm gay, so I'd be just as excited if you stayed like this, and we never left the bedroom."

"Now you sound more like Steve," he said smiling. "All the times I went over there, I never once wore clothes after I got in his house. At first it was like so uncomfortable and embarrassing, especially when one of his friends arrived. Then you kinda got used to it," he shrugged.

"Anytime you're here, you can be dressed or undressed as you find appropriate. Of course, you have to get used to the others who have the same option," I said to him with a smile.

"Yeah, I remember from the last time I was here." He looked at me and grinned. "I'm guessing you'd prefer me like this?"

"I always enjoy a boy who is comfortable showing off his body, sure. And yes, I'd enjoy it a lot if you were always naked, but it'd be seriously bad for my mental health."

"Huh? How come?"

"Think of it this way. Are there girls at school that you really like and that you'd do anything to be with?"

"Sure. There are two that I totally think are hot. I almost zone out each time I see them. But they're totally out of my league, so I'd never be able to hook up with them or anything."

"First...wrong. No one is out of your league. You have no idea what they look for in a boy, so put those thoughts into the dumpster and set them on fire. We'll talk more about that later. Now if one of these girls got naked in front of you and just wanted to hang out, what would your mind be thinking?"

He laughed. "It wouldn't be thinking at all. I'd probably not even be able to form a sentence. You know how it is with guys."

"So would you be thinking, boy I'd like to watch a movie and go on a hike with her, or something else?"

"Something else...for sure something else," he smiled.

"Exactly. You'd be calculating dozens of ways to get her into bed, wouldn't you?"

"Yep. I'm calculating them now as you talk about it," he laughed.

"Then that's why you're bad for my mental health if you were always naked."

"Got it. Because you'd be thinking about sex with me, huh? Don't know why. I'm not that special," he shrugged.

"Everyone is special, Anderson. We're all different and have something to offer. But we seriously have to get you into some clothes, or I swear to god I'm activating boyfriend mode, and I'm gonna fuck you right here over that table."

He took the underwear and slipped it on. I'll be honest, it didn't make him less desirable. Now I wanted to rip it open and go at his cute ass. I didn't tell him that though as I let him pick out another shirt and pants. I calmed down once he was fully dressed again. We chose a couple more things before taking everything to the bed.

"Let's go check out Blake's closet in case he has some of mine and Colin's stuff that you might like."

He followed me to Blake's room, where he took the opportunity to look around. "Damn, this is a cool room. I wish mine were like this. Why does he have two giant beds?"

"For when he has friends sleeping over. Easier than dragging out sleeping bags for everyone."

We headed into the walk-in closet where it was a much different look. This is the closet of a 14-year-old. Enough said. Thank god we have house cleaners, or we'd just be waist deep in a pile of clothes on the floor. For clarification, house cleaners are very different than houseboys. Mainly they just come over to clean. "See anything that you like?"

"Tons," Anderson nodded. "Shit, I wish I had this many clothes. Are you sure he wouldn't get pissed if we borrowed some?" When Quinn gets big enough to wear my clothes, I'd be totally pissed if he took anything."

"Blake would be fine. In fact, I think he'd be thrilled that you like his stuff enough to wear it."

His eyes settled on the shoe wall. "Holy fuck. These aren't all his, are they?"

"They are. He likes to make sure his shoes match what he's wearing. Or that what he's wearing matches his shoes. I'm not sure which comes first."

"Jesus. I have three pairs of shoes, and I thought I was doing well," he admitted.

"What size do you wear?" I inquired as I looked at his feet.

"10."

"Some these might fit you, but they could be a bit big. He's an 11, same as me. Colin's a 10½, but most of his probably aren't your style." I snapped my fingers. "Troy's shoes are size 10. If you want to check his out, I'm sure he has some cool ones."

"I think I'm okay with shoes, or do you think I should wear different ones with the clothes I picked?"

"What harm would it do to check them out? You see any in here that you like?"

"I like most of them. Does he actually wear them as they look pretty new?"

"He wears all of them, as far as I know. Hopefully his feet have stopped growing now, but until recently it was like we were buying new shoes every month. Actually, some of his older ones might fit you better, but full disclosure, I have no idea which ones they might be. We'd have to check labels on them. I suppose that something I should get him to do soon. Sort out the things that don't fit anymore."

I started thinking about that in my head, as Anderson looked through the closet and the shoes. Lots of Blake's old shoes would fit Troy and Ben, who both had size 10 feet. Not that either of them needed more shoes, but you never know what taste they have and what might interest them. I know Blake takes a lot of my shoes at times, so maybe I should wish for his feet to grow another size. Then he'd be Kyle's problem with his size 12's.

"These are pretty cool. And they're my size," Anderson said as he picked up a pair of Nike's.

"Great. Take off your pants and underwear and try them on," I said trying not to smile.

"Huh? Why do I need to take off my pants?"

"Why wouldn't you want to do that?" I asked as if he were stupid.

"I think you'd be a very hard person to be a boyfriend with," Anderson said shaking his head slightly.

"That is probably very true, but since I'm amazing in bed, I'm usually forgiven. You'll find out tonight," I teased.

He ignored that comment and tried on the shoes, which fit perfectly, so we added them to his collection of borrowed clothes. He also found a couple of shirts he liked. We returned to my bedroom where he dumped out his backpack and we stuffed everything we could into the suitcase. I made sure that he threw in one pair of the assless underwear as I had some plans for that later. I think he's getting used to me as he never questioned the choice at all. Once he was all repacked, we were almost ready for the trip.

"Here, you'll need this as well," I said as I tossed something to him.

He caught it and looked at the roll of cash. "What is it?"

"Two thousand dollars. I figure you can't really act like a spoiled rich kid if you're broke, can you?"

"I guess not. Do I get to keep it?"

"I guess that depends on how good a boyfriend you are," I said smirking at him. "Just joking. The idea is for you to spend it on things while we're away."

"Like, just spend it?" He asked staring at the money.

"Sure. Use it for tips to valets when you pull up in the car, or be spontaneous and buy something you see on a whim. Just have fun with it."

"Are you sure? I mean this is a lot of money."

"I'm sure. Remember, you're supposed to be having a five-star weekend as a spoiled rich kid."

"Right. Okay, I'll try, but I'm not really the type of guy that just wastes money, so I might not spend a lot."

"You will. Like when we pull up at the resort on our second night, they'll have valet. Imagine the look on his face when you give him a hundred-dollar bill as a tip."

"Never mind the look on his face. It'd be the look on mine I'd be worried about. I'd self park to avoid even a five-dollar tip. Not sure I'd be able to let go of a hundred."

"Then this is gonna be an interesting trip," I said as I patted him on the back. Not to be overly crude, since I've been so well-behaved so far, but I really wanted to fuck him right now. Having to wait to take him tonight was going to kill me. I controlled myself as we grabbed the suitcase, and the basically empty backpack, and headed downstairs. I think he was the one becoming overly excited as the garage door went up. By the time we got to the Bugatti, I'm pretty sure he was hyperventilating.

"Are you sure this is the car you want to drive? I mean you could still take one of the Tesla's," I teased.

He stopped and stared at me. "Does that mean you don't want me to actually drive this?" He asked looking at me as if I was about to destroy his entire world and send zombies after him.

"No," I grinned. "I was just being a smart ass. You can drive any car you want."

"Then it's definitely the Divo," he said, as we dropped the suitcase into the frunk. That's a cool guy's term for the front trunk. We'd kept the shoes out separately as it was easier to stuff them in side cracks than in the actual suitcase, and the flat backpack just lay on top.

"Why are we taking the backpack if it's empty?" Anderson inquired.

"If we want to take a hike or something. It'd be nice to have it for water and things."

"Oh, yeah. Good idea," he said nodding his head and validating my decision. Once in a while I do have good ideas.

"Couple of things," I explained as he got in the car. "First, you need to put the key in the slot before you can start it."

"Really? My dad's Kia doesn't even need the key. That seems weird that a car like this does."

"I'm sure they have a reason," I shrugged, but agreeing with him. "To move the seat forward or backward, it's a lever and manual. The adjustments for up and down or reclining are automatic. Also weird considering the price."

"Where's the video screen?" He asked, as there wasn't one like in most cars.

"Not really a thing. The screen to the right of the speedometer is where all the stuff is, but it's only available for the driver to use. At least we can Bluetooth the phones to it," I explained.

We went over a few other things and when he was ready, he started the car. It roared to life and even I have to admit that's a cool sound.

"When we're in the city, turn that red dial to the left. It'll raise the car up so we don't bust up the front end on speed bumps."

He did as I told him, and I have to admit I've never seen anyone more nervous than Anderson as he shifted into drive, and we began to move towards the exit. I mean it's not like if he scraped the side of the car it would cost a million bucks to fix or anything. (it would...just in case sarcasm isn't your jam). At the speed we left the garage, it would take us the entire weekend just to get to the front gate. Once we were clear, I used my phone to close the garage door, and at the same time open the main gates. Another new feature we added to make it easier for everyone, no matter which car they chose.

"One thing to get used to is the amount of people that'll take pictures of the car. It's gonna feel a bit creepy at first, but eventually you learn to ignore it."

"I think I can handle it," Anderson replied without taking his eyes off where he was going.

"Yeah, but are you going to okay with it if you're driving naked?" I teased.

"Why would I be driving naked?" He asked and then turned his head sharply to stare at me. "Is that going to be a thing? I'm gonna be naked...in the car?"

"No," I laughed loudly, "but damn, you should see your face. Now I'm not saying I wouldn't make you drive naked at some point in the future, just so we don't limit anything, but not in a car that attracts attention."

"Like I'm pretty sure EVERY car you have attracts attention, so I think I'm safe," he said as he cautiously left our property and headed out onto the road.

"You'd think that, but probably not," I teased as I gave him directions on the best way to get over to the Trans Canada. There was no easy way to get across to the far east part of the city where the highway was, but I picked the roads I liked more than others. Heading along Broadway is one of the most direct ways, but I hate that road for the most part, so we took other, less direct routes. Of course, that means more intersections and lights.

"Fuck. You really weren't kidding about people taking pictures, were you?" Anderson said as he looked around at one excessively long light. I counted at least 10 people with their phones out, and one I'm pretty sure was someone's grandma, or a really bad drag queen.

"Nope. Like I said. This car gets insane attention. I guess not everyone drives around town in a very limited edition Bugatti. You'll be on social media before the light turns green."

"No doubt. I can't wait to post all the pictures from this weekend. I'll go viral," he said as the lights turned green and we were off again.

"Especially if we get a few good ones of us in bed together," I joked. "That cute ass of your alone should get 10 million views."

"I don't think we should post that though. Something that fine would break the internet, and I sure don't want to be blamed for that," he said trying to sound like he wasn't kidding.

We eventually got to the highway and were able to pick up speed a bit. We didn't attract less attention, except now it was from people on the road doing 90. It was less intimidating being stared at at lights. Traffic was always heavy in the lower mainland, but since there were two of us, we at least got to use the HOV lane.

"How fast would I be allowed to go? I mean I know what the speed limit is, but is there an amount I can go over it without getting a ticket?" Anderson asked as we moved along in traffic.

"I always thought it was like 9 kilometers over the limit, but someone explained that the cops basically have a 10% threshold. Anything under 10% over the limit and you're okay. So at 100, 9 is the benchmark, or 9%, so stick with that until we get onto the Coquihalla. This part of the highway is heavily patrolled as it's so busy, and cops get real boners at pulling over a car like this, especially when they see young guys driving."

"That explains why others say you should only go 4 over in the city. At 50k, that'd be 5 over, so 4 now makes sense. Damn, I just learned something super useful! Have you been pulled over before?" He asked.

"Plenty of times. Sometimes because the cop is just curious. Other times because they think we stole it. Never because I've actually been speeding, but as you'll see, it's way too easy to speed in this."

"I think I'd have a panic attack if I got pulled over," he admitted.

"Try not to. I can almost guarantee you'll get pulled over at least once. Just stay calm and respond to his requests, and don't volunteer anything until he asks."

"Damn, even I'm starting to think this might be stolen now," he laughed.

"Works for me...I'm just the passenger. Might even be able to claim I'm being kidnapped. Should really spice up your weekend." He looked at me, so I smiled to let him know I was kidding.

We moved along in traffic from Vancouver, out past Langley and Abbotsford. Traffic always thins out a bit after that as we headed for Chilliwack and the great beyond. The great beyond being the mountains. Not sure what this mountain range is, but I just call the whole thing from B.C. to Alberta, the Rockies. I'm pretty sure it's not, but who has time to name mountains?

"Damn, Mount Baker sure looks good today," I said I as looked off to the right as we got into Abbotsford. I just got a mumbled response from Anderson. I guess the majesty of a great mountain pales in comparison to driving a supercar. Once we got past Chilliwack, the road really opened up.

As we got to the east side of the city, Anderson turned to look at me with a big grin on his face and then back out at the road. I could instantly read his mind. This multi-kilometer stretch of the road is straight and flat, and a very popular place for really putting your foot down. Unfortunately, cops know this and sit waiting for someone to test out the speedway...highway...I meant highway.

"I know what you're thinking, but this isn't the piece of road to test the car. Wait until we're up over the summit of the Coquihalla. There's plenty of open road there that is basically free of radar."

"How did you know that that's what I was thinking?" He asked, glancing over at me.

"I'm a psychologist. It's literally my job to read your mind," I said trying to sound extremely professional.

"Really?" He replied, suddenly looking horrified.

"No," I laughed. "It's just I've driven this road enough to know that dropping the pedal to the floor is almost unavoidable. Any other car, and I'd be the first to say go for it. In this car, stick to the 9k over at a max."

We were just coming to the end of the straightaway and into the start of the `S' curve, when Anderson pointed to the overpass. "Cops!"

"Told you. They are always somewhere on this stretch. Now we just wait and see if he's going to let us get away with the slight speeding."

I saw Anderson adjust himself in the seat as if preparing for hot pursuit. How far would we get? This is like one main road in flatland farming area. Nowhere to hide at all. It's not like we can head into side streets and disappear into a parking garage, like in the movies. This isn't a sequel to Baby Driver. We passed by and I watched for the cop to move, but he didn't. I actually think I let out a sigh of relief. Not so much for me, as you get used to it, but for Anderson. The boy was already nervous enough. We continued on to Hope, where I'd debated filling up before we hit Highway 5. There really weren't a lot of stops along the way. Merritt, the only town between here and Kamloops (our destination), was only 122km away. We had enough to get us there, despite this car guzzling gas faster than I could chug a beer. Disclaimer...I do not chug beer...while driving.

What I like to call the entrance to the Coquihalla is fun, as Highway One (or if you prefer...the Trans Canada), splits into three at this point. You can either take the old scenic Highway one, which is a spectacular trip if you're not in a hurry, or you can take the lower road, Highway 3 across to the Okanagan, or the freeway cutting across the province diagonally. That's the way we were going. After you leave Hope, there's this big S' curve where the speed increases from 100 to 120. I imagine it sort of like a big launch pad to get you ready for the faster road. I know it sounds stupid, but until you drive it, you have no idea what I'm talking about. It's like you're transitioning from the flat agricultural land to the mountains at this point, and the whole scenery changes dramatically. It's the same coming the other way, especially in winter. You come down out the of the snowy mountains and forests, hit the S' curve and come out into a green fertile valley, usually void of snow. It's sometimes very surreal to see that stark contrast in such a short distance.

"So I can go 131 here? That 10% thing?" Anderson asked as soon as we saw the first 120 speed limit sign. I had to do the quick math in my head. 10% of 120 is 12, so that's 132. 131 was correct. Who knew I'd need math to drive?

"Punch it to 135. You'll be okay," I suggested. I'd probably not make a good driving instructor with that kind of advice to a learner, but that'll pale in comparison to the other things I plan on letting him do with the car later.

"What's that mean?" Anderson asked pointing to a sign approaching. "Variable Speed Corridor?"

"It means you need to watch the speed limit signs. That's why they're digital from this point on. I remember reading that as the weather changes, the sensors determine what the maximum speed for the road should be and adjust accordingly."

"Wonder if they ever just go, `Hey it's a nice day. Fuck it. Punch that shit!'"

I laughed. "No, but it'd be cool if they did. It'd be like driving the German Autobahn with no speed limit."

"Dude, that'd be sick as shit. Take this car over there and let it fly. Is that true though? Really no speed limit."

"It's true as far as I know. I'm sure they have some areas they have signs, like you don't wanna be tearing through a city at 300kph. Pedestrians flying everywhere like it's Death Race 2000. I'm guessing on the big open roads, it's balls out."

"Damn that'd be hot," he grinned as he was obviously thinking about it. The road widened to three lanes as we hit the Great Bear snow shed to begin the climb. This was another part of the road I found fun. Big trucks always used the far-right lane and had their flashers on, as they used the full power of those big engines to climb the mountain. This was usually shared with the motorhome and trailer crowd who prayed they'd make it up to the top before their radiators blew up. Then you had the middle lane, which was the family minivan lane, and the sedans with Grandparents on their way to see their family with a trunk full of baked goods.

I always felt some sense of awe when I saw the odd cyclist making the attempt. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to get out to stand by the side of the road, and cheer them on with a big sign as they struggled past slowly. It was one time. One time that I wanted to do that. Not a lot of people bike up this hill. Like 4.

The final lane was mainly for us. There wasn't a lot of traffic on the road today, so except for a couple of semis, and a couple SUV's (That's basically a minivan, so they were in the middle lane), we had the road to ourselves.

"Pull the paddle and give it some power," I suggested as the car began to fight gravity.

I didn't need to tell him twice, as he pulled the shifter and hit the gas. We roared up the hill as if it wasn't even there. I had to remind Anderson to keep an eye on his speed as we shot past 150.

"Sorry, it just does that so effortlessly," he grinned as he knocked it back to 135. "Didn't even feel like we were going that fast."

"I know, right."

We drove a while longer, and I let him enjoy the drive for a while as we listened to music and talked.

"Stop at that pull out just ahead," I said pointing to the slip road ahead.

"What are we doing? Is the car overheating or something?" He asked looked at the instrument panel.

"No, nothing like that. I thought we could have some fun," I replied.

"You mean sex...out here?" He asked surprised.

"No. I meant fun with the car. Calm down. You'll get plenty of sex tonight," I teased. "This is a really straight part of the road, but better than that, you can see a long distance in either direction. If there were cops, we'd see them before they saw us. I mean this road isn't heavily monitored anyway, but better to be safe than sorry. You want to see exactly what this car can do?"

"Hell yeah," he said grinning.

"Okay, see that button below the steering wheel marked `LC'?"

"Yeah."

"That stands for launch control. This car can do 0-100k in 2.4 seconds, and that is something you really want to experience. We can't do it a lot as it sucks gas like crazy, and that's why we couldn't just fill up at any gas station. We needed the 93 octane and most only carry up to the 91. I mean that works okay, but the higher the octane, the better the performance of the engine. Hopefully there will be a Shell in Merritt with the right gas. Think you can handle the car at high speed?" I asked.

"I've watched videos about it, and how the car adapts to the higher speed," he said grinning eagerly.

"Okay, we'll do the launch first, and once we're up to speed, hit the paddle and floor it. For the first run, don't go over 200 kph. That'll let you get a feel for it."

"200. Fuck. Wait until my friends hear about this. We should video it."

"I would, but if you post this to social media, we could get one serious ticket for it, even after the fact."

"I'd never post it. I promise. If I did and we got into trouble, you'd never let me drive again. How stupid would THAT make me," he said almost begging me to record it. How could I turn down that cute face? This is how Blake gets me to do things.

"Okay, I'll record the launch," I agreed and pulled out my phone. I started filming him in the driver's seat and kept recording as we pulled out onto the road. The good thing about the Coquihalla is that it isn't a high traffic road. In fact, at the moment we could only see two cars, one having just gone past us, and the other on the opposite side of the road. I had Anderson pull onto the road and stop. He pushed the launch button as I videoed it all. He looked at me as if asking for permission. I didn't want to talk, so I just nodded and gave him a thumbs up, before leaning back into the seat. He floored it and we took off like a jet on an aircraft carrier.

We were at 100kph before I knew we'd moved, and when he hit the paddle to take over from the automatic system, we just kept increasing speed. "Oh my god!" He said as the smile on his face grew as if g-forces were pushing his face back. "200!" he said as I made sure to keep recording.

"If you're still okay, punch it to 250."

He didn't hesitate and accelerated further. We hit 250 and held it for a bit. Now this is the speed we should travel all roads. I saw a turn well ahead, so I stopped recording. "Turn coming, so let's slow it down."

He complied and we dropped back to 140. "Oh my god. Did you see that? 250! Dude, that shit was epic. The car barely felt like it was moving. The handling is insane. It's like you could feel the car hug the road harder, the faster we went. What's the top speed on this?"

"I think I heard Colin say 380 kph. So...fast!" I replied.

"380? Holy shit. Any chance we could do that? I'd let you drive if you didn't think I could handle it. I just want to see how fast that feels. God, I'll bet I'd never get to ever go that fast in my whole life."

"These roads aren't really ideal for that kind of speed. One small bump and we're in orbit. If you really want to go that fast, how about I set you up with the car at the race track. I can have a professional driver take you around, and maybe even let you drive a lap or two. Not sure they'd let you do top speed, but you could legally try faster for longer."

"Dude, I'd love that. I'd totally wanna invite some of my friends to check that shit out. I'd be king of my fucking school."

"And you'd have every boy there begging you to let them drive constantly. You'd never hear the end of it."

"True, but I think I could handle the popularity," he said with a smile that took over his entire face.

I nodded. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that?"

"Best day of my life so far," he said excitedly.

"Okay, the road's clear ahead, so I think you're okay to punch it up a bit. Take him to 200."

"Him? Aren't cars called her?" He asked as he accelerated.

"Sure, girly cars like Fords and Hondas, but Bugatti's are too masculine to be a she."

He chuckled. "They're cars, so maybe she's a tranny. Like Transmission."

"Funny. Okay. We'll call it a `they/them."

We dropped down into the valley, and brought the speed back to within the acceptable limit as we approached the town.

"The gas station is off the next exit. We'll fill up and get something to eat. Let the car cool down before we make the next climb up the other side."

"Sweet. Are there other parts of the road like that between here and Kamloops?"

"Yeah. There's a couple. We'd need to be careful as we get closer to the city as they patrol more there."

"I'll follow your lead," he said wisely.

We took the exit and found a gas station with the high octane we required. One thing about these cars, is they suck fuel like I suck...umm, what's a good analogy for something I suck a lot? A soda. Yeah, they suck gas, like I suck a soda.

"Does this car have the 100 litre tank?" Anderson asked as we filled it.

I shrugged. "Sure." I'd normally not know something like that, but I looked up details about the car before we left so I wouldn't feel totally stupid around him when he asked, and they always ask.

I even knew why North American and European gas had very different octane ratings. Our ratings look lower but its because of the way it's calculated. Something to do with Europe, Japan and Australia using a simple calculation using just one form of octane measurement, whereas North America uses the average of the two forms of octane measurement. If I remember correctly, it's a five-point difference. Our 89 is the same as the others at 93, which means our 93 is like a European 98, or there about. I'm going to go out on limb and say this is another of those American things where they have to be independent and go against the grain, just to be `American' about it, and because we're Canada, we logically follow just to avoid confusion.

I think that's the same reason we drive on the right side of the road, whereas many other commonwealth countries drive on the left. It's to avoid confusing all of us. Could you imagine having to switch sides of the roads when you cross the border? Yipes. I mean it's bad enough when Canadians drive 60 on a U.S. highway, and they fly past us honking. (60kph = 40mph approx.), or why Americans get their cars impounded for `stunting' when doing 120 on Canadian roads (120mph = 195kph). Now imagine that while on the wrong side of the road. I read that in the early 1900's we did drive on the left but slowly changed to match America who had picked the French system of being on the right. I can see that. America wants independence from Britain, so to prove it, they chose the country that Britain was sometimes at odds with...France. At one point in B.C. there was no law about which side to drive on, and you could do either. Sure glad I didn't have to pay for insurance on those cars.

"I read that Bugatti's only get like 13 miles per gallon. Is that correct?" Anderson asked, obviously trying to test my vast knowledge of supercars...and of miles, and gallons.

"I know they don't get a lot. Colin has always said that the supercars are terrible on gas, but I think a lot of those consumption things are based on optimum driving. I'm pretty sure we get only half of that or less in high-speed mode, and launch control probably just sucks gas one for one."

"I could see that. Considering we filled up at your place and we've only done about 150 kilometres, we've used 50 litres. Let's see in miles per gallon, that's...ummm..." He pulled out his phone tried to convert it. "Do we use U.S. gallons or imperial?" He asked looking up at me.

"Imperial. U.S is another one of those measurements that only they use," I replied. He went back to calculating.

"We're getting about eight and a half miles to the gallon, which is 3 kilometers per litre."

"This is going to be a tour of gas stations instead of a road trip," I joked. "Of course you could drive in regular mode, and keep to the speed limit if you want to save gas," I teased.

"It's pretty expensive, isn't it? Especially since we have to use premium gas. It's like 25 cents a litre higher than normal gas."

"It's okay. For 50 litres that's only like an extra $12.50. No big deal for the thrill of the ride," I assured him.

"Every time I think about all your cars, I can't even imagine what it costs you guys to keep them all. Insurance & maintenance must be killer."

"I think that's why Colin doesn't insure every car for the road. Instead, he insures them on separate policies as a collector. But you're right. Car insurance for something like this is insane. It's worse because we have to insure them for drivers under 25 with less than 10 years driving experience, which drives the cost way up. But I guess that comes with owning lots of luxury cars. Personally, I'd be happy with just two or three cars. One for everyday, one luxury, and another like an SUV to do all the hauling shit."

"I'd be okay with a 15-year-old Honda P.O.S. if it meant I had a car," Anderson said as we drove over to a restaurant nearby. Last thing we wanted to do was eat in the car...no cup holders and all. Plus, could you imagine explaining a ketchup stain on the upholstery to Colin? I'd only be allowed to look at the cars through glass after that. He'd put some high tech security lock on the garages, or worse...on me.

We ordered lunch and talked as we ate. "You enjoying the car so far? Is it what you expected?" I asked.

"It's that and so much more. I can't believe you let me try the launch thing. I was kinda expecting you'd make me stay to the speed limit, so that's like every dream I've ever had all at once," he gushed.

"Hey, I know what it's like, dude. No way you could get out in a car like this and not really drive it. Plus you'll have serious cred at school now."

"With a video to prove it. Can I see how it turned out?"

I pulled out my phone and let him watch himself. He was glued to the screen and had to run it a couple of times to ensure he didn't miss anything. "Can you send it to me?"

"Yeah. I'll upload it to the cloud and send you the link, but dude, you absolutely can't send it to anyone else. If they want to see it, you show it on your phone or laptop and that's it. I don't care if your best friend begs you, or some girl says she'll sleep with you all night to have a copy of it. It's stays in your possession only."

"Really? Even if some hot chick offers to sleep with me all night? That's a tough call, bro. Never be able to drive the Bugatti again, or have some hot girl let me shred pussy all night. It might be a photo finish on that one."

I laughed. "Okay, that one I can see conflict, but just so you know, I'm almost 100% certain that no girls would want the video that badly. Guys on the other hand...you might get a few offers there."

"Then that's an easy one. I'm keeping the video and my driving privileges."

We finished eating and went back to the car, which had now attracted more attention than a family of bears on the side of the road, waving, and eating honey from a jar.

"This is your car?" One guy asked us, which almost sounded threatening in nature somehow. Maybe it was the neckbeard, or the beer belly, but he looked intimidating. Good thing though is even if he tried to take the car from us, he wouldn't get far as there is no way he could get into it.

Anderson looked at me and I just smiled. "Yeah," he replied, almost more as a question than an answer.

"How does a kid like you get a car like this?" He said, or more closely, snarled. I hate jealousy. It's so last year. Although I do covet his three chins, with beards on each one. That's a look I was jealous of, for sure. See, when Blake's not around, sarcasm really does work.

"I save up my tips," Anderson joked.

"Rich daddy, huh? So like what, are you boys just out for a joy ride?" Another one asked.

If Anderson hadn't been 16 and straight, I'd have had some additional fun with these guys and gayed it up a little, but I didn't know if Anderson would be cool with my sense of humour right now, so I played it cool. "No. We're just away for the weekend," I told them. "If you guys want to take a look inside, and take some pictures we're cool with that. I could let you see the engine as well if you want, but it'll be extremely hot, so I wouldn't get too close."

That got them all refocused, and the admiration of the car began. Fortunately, Anderson knew more about the real details of the car than I did, which also led me to believe that a lot of the questions he'd asked earlier might just have been to make small talk to get me to let him drive faster. He talked about horsepower being like a million, or maybe it was around 1500 rpm's at 7000, and something about torque and foot pounds. What the hell are foot pounds? I really have no concept of what those actually mean, except that the car is fucking fast. They got talking about gas mileage and launch speed, which we'd covered, so I knew about. He asked if we could show them the video, which I had no problem doing. That seemed to impress all of them. When the fondle fest was over, and the pictures were all taken, we headed back to the highway.

"That was intense," Anderson said. "I thought at first some shit was gonna go down when they maybe thought we stole the car."

"That happens more than it should. Even Colin gets that, and he's older than we are."

"Am I gonna get to meet him sometime?" Anderson inquired. "I'll bet he knows tons about cars, doesn't he?"

"He does. A lot!" I nodded, and he'd be meeting him soon enough. "Yeah, I'm sure Colin would love to talk cars with you. He likes it when someone takes an interest."

"Was he cool with us taking the car out for the weekend?"

"Sure. He's always cool with it."

At least I think he's cool with it. A car like this cannot be replaced like a Hyundai, or a Tesla. They make a limited number and that's it. If I was the one collecting cars, no one would ever drive any of them in case they got scratched. I wouldn't even want the tires getting dirty. I heard Colin tell Kurt once that the tires on the Bugatti cost $10,000 each. Not a set...EACH. Fuck, that's ridiculous. Like do the math. A set of tires for the Bugatti is the same price as a base model Tesla 3. Yeah, that's the comparison. Mind blown.

We drove just a hair above the speed limit in regular mode as we climbed back up out of the valley. No need to go insane speeds while also fighting gravity. Do that and we might not even have enough gas to get to Kamloops.

In less than three hours we'd gone from sea level in Vancouver to over 1440 metres in elevation. In the ancient Roman measurements, of Furlong, Stade, Mile, or League, that's just over half a league. Yes, that's a real measurement. Never heard of 20,000 leagues under the sea? What did you think that meant, that we had 20,000 super heroes forming leagues down there with Aquaman as their leader? In terms of feet, I guess it depends on who you got to walk it, and how big their feet were. Romans must have had smaller feet than North Americans because back then 5,000 Roman feet was considered a mile, which was roughly like 4,850 in other people feet. I think a mile is now over 5,200 modern feet. I know tons of useless facts, but I still don't know whose feet they were using.

"We're approaching Kamloops," I announced to Anderson as we passed over the interchange where the Trans Canada rejoined us. He took the hint and reduced speed, which was now back to 100 as we approached a populated area, then it dropped to 90. At the speeds we'd been going, it almost felt like I could get out and run alongside at this point. I knew the hotel we were going to, so I gave Anderson directions until we found our destination and pulled into the parking lot.

"Would it be wrong if I said I was sad that the driving part was over for now?" Anderson asked as he turned off the engine.

"Of course not, but there's a lot more driving ahead tomorrow and Sunday."

"True, but tomorrow the roads are slower and most twisty. Kinda looking forward to that a bit as you can really drive, but I'll miss the speed," he admitted.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities to punch it for a few clicks."

We grabbed the suitcase and backpack from the frunk and locked the car. Anderson went to hand me the fob, but I told him to just hang onto it since he was the one driving.

"You ready to play boyfriend?" I teased as I held my hand out for him.

"As ready as any straight boy could be," he grinned as he took it, and we headed inside together.

The lady at the desk greeted us and asked if we were checking in. I sometimes want to give a smart-ass answer, but I can never think of a good one. Like to say, yes, we're checking in on your mental health and financial status, seems condescending, so I don't even try.

"Yes, under Masters," I replied.

"Mr. Masters. Yes, we have you in a suite for one night. Kind bed and Jacuzzi in the room. If I could just get a credit card, please." She processed it and handed it back. I still have that nervous energy every time they run my card in case there's that one time where they say it's been rejected. I know it's stupid because Colin has always said the card is unlimited, but you just never know when you'll reach the unlimited limit.

"Would you prefer one key or two?" She inquired.

"Two please." I was going to toss out humour, but she didn't seem the type to appreciate it, so why waste the good lines on her. I have the same belief at a cocaine orgy. You have to draw the line somewhere.

She created the keys and told us our room number as well as the time for breakfast and checkout time.

"Do you have underground parking?" Anderson asked. "I'd prefer not to leave the car facing the street or you're going to have a lot people swarming it."

"We don't have underground parking, but there are a couple of spaces behind the hotel that you could use. Those would make the car less visible as there's a wall directly behind us."

"Thanks," he replied.

"Why don't you go move the car while I go dump our stuff in the room," I said to Anderson as we walked away from the desk.

"Ummm, I only have a learner's permit, remember? I can't drive by myself."

"You can't drive by yourself on a public road. This is private property. You'll be fine," I said trying to sound nonchalant about it.

I could almost see his excitement at the idea, and despite it only being a very short drive, I have a feeling he'll remember it. I took the elevator up to our room and checked it out. I liked the jacuzzi as it was basically a two-person type with each seat facing opposite directions, so you could spread out and recline. We'll be spending a little bit of time in there later.

"You find a good spot?" I asked as Anderson entered the room.

"Yeah, no worries. It'll be safer there, I think. No one can see it, that's for sure. Hey, this room isn't bad," he said looking around. "I love king beds like this. You can sleep sideways if you want."

"As long as the person you're sleeping with wanted to do that," I laughed.

"Exactly. So what's the plan?"

"I figure we check out the town and find the restaurant that you picked for dinner. Then we can come back here, hit the waterslide, and maybe watch a movie."

"Nice. Should we hit the waterslide after the movie? The whole one hour after eating thing?"

"Nah. That's just bullshit to stop kids from getting too excited and throwing up after eating. Once we've done the waterslide, we'll come back here to warm up in the jacuzzi. Then we're nice and toasty to climb under the duvet to watch a movie."

"Aren't hotel movies like insanely expensive?" He asked going over to the TV to grab the remote.

"Depends on your thought process. If we go to a theatre, we pay like twelve bucks each, not including popcorn and other junk. Here, it's one charge for both of us. Now if we crack open the mini bar, then we're talking crazy."

Anderson turned the TV on and we quickly found a movie that we wanted to see. Then his focus went to the mini bar. "Holy fuck. Even a bottle of water is like $5.00. Check out this Toblerone $7.00."

"Like I said, crazy expensive. I think it's a hotel law or something as they all have insane pricing. We can stop and grab some stuff while we're out to dinner," I suggested.

"I love these little mini bottles of liquor he said holding up a rum. 10 bucks? Isn't this a shot?"

"50 mil, which I think is like a shot and a half. Still expensive though. Do you drink?" I asked.

"I'm only 16," he replied as he put the alcohol away.

"Nice non-answer. Not really what I asked. I know how old you are. I wouldn't object to you having a few drinks."

"So that you get me drunk?" he smirked as he kept checking things out.

"Are you worried that I'll try to take advantage of you?" I teased.

He turned to grin at me. "Aren't you planning on taking advantage of me, drunk or not? I've tried alcohol, but I don't really like the taste," he said, sounding honest.

"What about weed?"

"Yeah, I've gotten high a few times. That's not too bad, but only when I don't have anything else planned, as I usually fall asleep pretty fast."

"I hear you there. Between that and the munchies, I lose an entire day and gain 10 pounds," I joked. "Too bad I didn't have any weed to relax you. Although, I might not give it to you as I'd want you awake."

He smiled. "If I was just hanging out, say at your place, would you actually let me smoke pot?" This sounded like he was planning ahead.

"I might under the right circumstances, but ideally I'd prefer it if you weren't drunk or stoned."

"Me too, but sometimes it feels good."

"Can't argue with that. Shall we get ready to go out for dinner?" I suggested, before I ordered weed from Uber-smokables. It's not a thing, but it could be one day.

"Get ready? Like what do we need to do?" He asked looking seriously confused.

"We've been in these clothes all day, so let's get into something nicer and freshen up."

"You mean a shower?"

"No. Maybe some cologne and mouthwash. Just to smell good. If we take a shower now, I'm not going to be able to resist screwing your cute little ass off, and then we're both liable to be too tired to go out."

"Good call. Plus, I mostly like my little ass unscrewed," he added.

"What fun would that be?" I teased.

We unpacked our bathroom stuff, and I made a point of letting him see me put the bottle of lube on the night table. He didn't say anything, but he noticed, and now I was in his head. We used the bathroom together as we brushed teeth and washed faces, etc. Then we changed into better clothes and headed out. I made sure to hold his hand all the way through the hotel, and I could feel how nervous he was. I was the same way when I went into public during the early days of coming out, but to his credit he never actually flinched around anyone. We drove downtown, stopping only to get snacks from the convenience store for later. Dinner was nice, but nothing as fancy as we might have gone to in Vancouver, although Anderson seemed impressed by it.

We took a drive around town once we were done. It's not really a memorable place, but it both let our food settle a little, and gave him more driving time. Anderson parked the car behind the hotel again, and we returned to holding hands as we headed back to our room and changed into our swim suits.

The waterslide was on the main floor, and I always find it fun to stroll through a hotel wearing only a bathrobe. Oh, and for those newbies to hotel stays, you do not need to take towels with you. First, because they likely have towels down at the pool, but mainly because the robe is a giant body towel itself. You just throw it on, and boom it's sucking up water like a shop vac.

We spent about an hour on the waterslide, and in the pool, and even challenged a couple of young teenagers to races. The girl actually beat all of us. I'm going to attribute that to her one-piece bathing suit, which prevented the friction of her skin from slowing her down. I was halfway between shocked and impressed when Anderson told them that I was his boyfriend. He could have just as easily shrugged off the question and said we were friends, but he played to his weekend role. A reveal like that will be getting him extra Justin time in appreciation. We avoided the hot tub as I told him we'd use the jacuzzi in the room later, which seemed fine as it gave us more time on the waterslide.

Once we were back in the room, I quickly went to fill the tub as we wanted to warm up. Plus, for me, this was the start to my fun part of the trip. He'd done his driving, now it was my time to drive. As soon as the jacuzzi was full, I had Anderson check to make sure it wasn't too hot. He turned to look at me. "It's all good. Are we wearing our swim suits?"

I smiled. "And what do think the answer to that question would be...boyfriend?"

"That's what I thought," he said as he dropped his robe and began to unfasten the tie string on his wet shorts.

"I think I can help with that," I said quietly as I moved closer to take hold of string and eased it apart. I gently put my hands on the sides of the shorts and pulled them down until they fell free. The fact that he was a little cold, gave him goosebumps all over his body, which made his nipples stick out as hard little nubs. I wanted to lean in and give them a lick, but I was determined to give this boy a proper romantic session. I gotta tell you, I haven't been laid all day, and I was running hot and at peak performance. See, I can use car themed metaphors for our weekend road trip when required. I even had lots of gas. Mostly from dinner.

"You really should never wear clothes," I said as I stared him up and down.

"Why does every gay guy say that when I'm naked?" He asked looking directly at me.

"Because it's like covering up a great piece of art. It should never be done. Having you show off this great body with all its lines and great muscle tone is just impressive."

"It feels creepy when a guy says things like that, but also it's nice when someone is all flattering. I wish girls made comments about my body like gay guys do. It's like even the sex is different between guys and girls."

"How so?" I asked, not wanting to assume anything.

"Guys that I've been with basically use every part of my body, from nibbling on ears and kissing, to playing with my tits, rimming my ass, sucking on toes, fingers, and balls. It's like they see every inch of me. Girls wanna kiss, play with my cock, and then fuck."

I grinned. "Sounds to me like you prefer the attention of guys."

He smiled as he looked at me. "I'd prefer if girls appreciated my body as much as guys. Fuck, even at the gym, guys give you compliments on how you're developing and encourage you. Totally a straight thing to do, but if you said it outside the gym, 100% gay."

"And speaking of 100% gay," I replied as I dropped my own robe and shorts. I had him climb in the jacuzzi first and take the farthest seat. I sat in the closest one, facing the opposite direction. It meant we were looking at each other with our feet beside the other's waists. I turned on the jets for the tub and the bubbles quickly obscured my view of his good bits. His lower good bits, not his face...which is also a good bit, or his chest which is an even better bit. I grabbed the bubble bath they had on the side of the tub and poured some in. It quickly foamed up and we both thought it funny to play in it. What is it about bubbles that turn even grown men into little kids?

I moved my hand gently up and down each of his legs as we sat in the hot bubbly water, like stock in a soup. At first, he didn't respond as we casually talked, but eventually he moved his hand to begin to rub my leg. I added a little more pressure and pushed my hand up and over to cup his balls. I massaged them slowly to enjoy the feeling, and he opened his legs ever so slightly. Once his hand copied me, and began to touch my balls, I pushed my hand up and over his penis. He was hard, so I was obviously having the desired affect on him. I pulled it up so it was out of the water.

"Looks like the periscope is up," I joked as I stroked him.

"Yeah. Warm water helps for sure. It's like the opposite of the cold pool."

"Despite you being straight, it also probably doesn't disapprove of being played with."

"Probably not," he admitted.

"How about you turn around and come sit in front of me," I said as I let go of him. It wasn't really a question, and he understood that. He spun around and moved to sit between my legs. I pulled his back against my chest and put my arm around him. He relaxed into me, so I gently began stroking his chest and playing with his nipples.

"I'll bet you're super comfy to cuddle with," I said quietly into his ear.

"Would this be the wrong time to say that my mom says I am?" he asked, chuckling slightly. "Is this something I would do with a girl if I was trying to get with her?"

I ran my hand down his chest and took hold of his package before I answered. "Buddy, if you have a naked girl between your legs in a hotel room jacuzzi, playing with her boobs, I think it's a given that you're getting laid."

"Oh yeah. I guess so," he laughed.

"Of course, when you're sitting between the legs of a gay guy in a hotel room jacuzzi, you're getting laid too," I added just for fun, as I continued to play with him.

"I figured," he nodded.

"You know," I said quietly into his ear as I held him against me, enjoying the feel of his smooth body. "When I first saw you at your house when I dropped Quinn off, I liked your personality. You weren't shy like most boys your age are, and you showed quite the knowledge of cars."

"Yeah, I really like cars," he admitted.

"I admit I also thought you were very good looking, and I could see the resemblance between you and your brother."

"That's mean," he said shaking his head. "If you actually want to get laid, you might not want to insult me like that. Just kidding. Lots of people say we look a lot alike. I guess I can accept it."

"That's good, because you really are very easy to get along with. I'll admit that when I saw you at Steve's party without your clothes, I knew I wanted to get to you know better."

"And by get to know me better, did you mean sex?" He inquired.

"It definitely included sex. I instantly added you to my must do list," I teased.

"You have a list like that?" He asked turning his head slightly to try and look at me.

"Don't you? Like those girls you mentioned you like at your school."

"Yeah, I guess. I just never thought of it as a must do list. More like a fantasy sex list," he joked.

"With confidence, even a fantasy can become a reality. Like this weekend, you had a fantasy of driving the Bugatti on a road trip, and because you were confident, here we are. Not only that, but you'll have had some of the best sex you'll ever experience, leaving you to wonder how sex with a girl could even come close to being that exciting."

"I might wonder it, but I'd still want to do it. Ummm, just so you're not disappointed, I'm not really that good at sex," he said quietly. "All I've really done is get used for sex, not actually have it for real if that makes sense."

"I think it does, but hopefully this weekend will change that." I leaned in to nibble on his ear lobe before moving to kiss his cheek. Then I pulled his head around so I could give him a proper kiss. He wasn't overly into it, and actually wiped his mouth when he turned back around. "I'm guessing like most straight boys, you're not into kissing?"

"I'm not sure. I mean guys at school that have girlfriends say that kissing is so amazing that it always gives them wicked boners. I've only had guys kiss me, and it's been terrible. They kinda slam their faces against yours, hold your head and shove their tongue down your throat, usually while they're fucking you. Not my favorite thing at all."

"That's not really romantic kissing. That's just some overly sexed guy trying to get off anyway he can and use you as a cum dump. This weekend I'll show you what real sex is like, starting with the kissing. In fact, if I can't give you a boner from just the kiss, I'll give up sex with guys forever."

"I have a feeling you might not be able to live up to that bet. What would your husband say about that?"

"It's a metaphorical giving up of sex," I laughed. "Okay, if I can't give you a boner from a kiss, then I'll not pursue any sex with you at all this weekend. We'll go celibate."

"That seems unfair considering you're letting my drive the Bugatti so much. I probably wouldn't get hard from the kissing because I'm not really into guys, no offense of course, but I'm totally committed to our agreement anyway."

"Are you saying you can't wait for me to bang your tight little bussy, and drop a load in there?"

He gave a slight snort. "No, I'm not saying that. Just that I agreed to play your boyfriend, and I'm totally gonna honour that. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I was curious about the sex thing between two guys. Is it always as aggressive?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked slightly confused.

"Like every time I've been over to Steve's, it's like clothes come off and sex starts instantly. You keep going until I think everyone cums. Then you take a break and start up again when someone gets horny. I asked Steve about it, and he says guys just need to fuck, so it seems more aggressive than what you hear about doing it with girls."

"That's sort of true, but not 100 percent accurate. Yeah, I think we just get to it faster than you might with a girlfriend, and it may seem more aggressive because it's two guys. I mean when you're with a girl, sexist or not, you try to be more gentle. Guys like to feel the strength with each other. If that makes sense."

"I think so. So, there's no real foreplay like you're expected to do with girls?"

"Again, it depends on the situation. I find that with two gay guys, sex is first, then we go do other things before more sex. Sort of like you experienced already. If you've been dating a while, then the sex changes to become more romantic. Maybe more like you'd be used to in a straight relationship."

"I think I get it. So...ummm...this weekend, are you planning on just fucking me, or will it be more of the romantic type, since we're pretending to be boyfriends."

"Great question. From what I've experienced with many straight boys, they're not really big fans of romance stuff with another guy. They mostly just want to get off and leave. Which would you prefer?"

"That you were a smokin' hot girl with big boobs," he chuckled.

"Fair enough," I admitted.

"Actually, if we're going to have sex anyway, maybe you could teach me more about how to be romantic instead of just fucking me. Like it'd be nice to know how to build to sex instead of just leaping into bed and going at it before I even know someone's name. Girls aren't really like that."

"The right girls are," I laughed. "Sure, I could try and show you a few things that might help you in the girl department. I mean just take what we've done already. Started in a hot tub and moved to where we're up against each other. We're slowly building to more. That's foreplay you can use with a girl. By the time you get home, you may not know everything, but you're at least going to be the best kisser in the school."

"So that's something we're going to be doing?"

"You've watched porn, right?"

"No never. That filth? I'm a pretty wholesome guy," he joked. "Sure, yeah. Who doesn't?"

"Then we're pretty much gonna do that all weekend," I said patting him on the leg. "Despite being straight, I'm hoping that you'll enjoy yourself regardless. From what I can tell you've experienced lust type sex. This will be more like relationship sex, but just so there's no confusion, I'm still going to fuck you...a lot," I grinned.

"I'm not confused. I'm expecting it."

"Nice. So let me ask you; when you had sex at Steve's what was one thing you actually really enjoyed about it?"

"Hmmm...I didn't like lots of stuff, but I guess what I didn't mind were blowjobs. Like normal ones, not the weird extra ones," he admitted.

"Weird extra ones? What did they look like?"

"You know. Where the guy starts trying to suck your balls off your body to the point it hurts. Or having some big finger shoved up my ass while he's sucking."

"You don't like having your prostate fingered?"

"It's uncomfortable. Sometimes it feels okay like with lots of lube and done slow, but some guys get so carried away sucking you off that they just jam a finger up there fast. I hate that."

"Sounds like you've done a lot of different things with guys. What's the one thing you truly dislike about it?"

"So many things," he admitted quickly, "but the absolute worst one is when you cum, and the other person wants to keep going. Once I cum, I'm done. What about you? Do you keep going after you cum, or do you take a break?" He asked as I continued to hug him against me, and rub his chest.

"I normally take a few minutes to let myself enjoy the orgasm while my body recharges, but depending on the guy I'm with, we could go for another round, or choose to do something else for a while."

"Which would you do with me?"

I laughed and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "With someone as sexy as you, I think we'll just go at it all night. I just hope you're not to tired to drive once morning gets here. Have you measured the cum capacity of your ass so I know when to stop filling it up?"

"Huh?" He asked turning his head slightly to try and look back at me.

"I'm just joking with you, but my plan isn't to just have sex with you. At least not the type you're used to. Tonight, I'm going to give you an experience that you'll compare all future sex against. You'll have so many orgasms you'll wonder how it's even possible."

"That's gonna have to be some really good sex," he commented.

"Yes. Yes, it is," I replied, as I reached down and took hold of his flaccid cock and low hanging testicles. It's like that in warm water. The balls drop down to try and cool off, but by the time you lay out on the bed they've gotten colder again and tighten back up. I personally love a nice round tight ballsac, but I'll take whatever is on offer most of the time.

When the water began to cool down, and we were feeling well and truly poached, we got out and dried off before heading to the bed. We moved the pillows to the foot of the bed, grabbed all the drinks and snacks, then pulled the duvet over us. Anderson selected the movie and we lay side by side to watch it. I made sure that we were touching bodies, and I could feel the heat emanating from him. He was like a full-length hot water bottle.

As the movie progressed so did my interactions with Anderson. It started by me rubbing his back and his butt cheeks, followed by my feet playfully interlinking with his. "Do you like Jolly Ranchers?" I asked as I held one up.

"Sure. Green Apple is the best," he replied, probably noting the colour of it.

"Excellent, you wanna share one?"

"Share one? How do you share a Jolly Rancher? They'd be pretty hard to cut," he reasoned.

"Oh, sweetie. This is something else for you to learn. You share it like this," I said as I unwrapped it and put it in my mouth. I sucked on it for a few seconds getting the effect of the flavour as it flooded my mouth. Then I reached over, grabbed his head, and pushed my tongue into his mouth so we could kiss. As soon as he accepted what we were doing, I pushed the Jolly Rancher into his mouth. He definitely wasn't expecting that, and broke our kiss instantly.

"That's a first," he admitted. "Never shared food before. Well, not like that."

"Find out what type of hard candy your girl likes, and do the same thing when you're comfortable kissing each other. You share it back and forth until the candy is gone. Makes the romance and kissing last much longer."

"Not if I swallow it, it won't," he grinned and crunched the candy in his mouth.

I laughed. "You know we have a whole bag of them, right?" I said putting a cherry one in my mouth next. "Of course, there are plenty of ways to share a candy," I teased as I took it out of my mouth and ran the wet candy over the top of his ass crack. He looked back and gave me a small shake of his head. I inched down and licked his skin where I'd rubbed the candy. I moved the candy down into his crack and along the length, pausing to rub it around his hole. He jumped a mile, and turned partially on his side when I added a bit of pressure.

"You're not gonna shove that up my ass, are you?" He asked staring at me.

"No, I was just adding some cherry flavour to the cherry hole," I chuckled as I pulled him back onto his stomach. I moved the candy up his body until it was at his lips. He stared at me, as if mentally asking if I were serious right now considering where it had just been. When I smiled, he just rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to let me slide the candy in.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him partially on top of me. "Now we share it while I teach you to kiss properly. You can take control like you would if you were with your girlfriend. When we push tongues back and forth, ensure the candy changes places often."

"God this is really weird. You realize that the next time one of my friends opens a Jolly Rancher, I'm going to have PTSD, right?"

I laughed. "What, you wouldn't share one with them? Seems very un-friend like. But if you do spontaneous fun things with a girl you like, she'll find you a lot more interesting."

"I'm not sure how most things work, but I'm pretty sure if I tried to push candy into a girl's butt and then have her take it from my mouth, the date would come to an end pretty fast."

"Girls sound overly sensitive," I joked. I sucked the candy back out of his mouth as I let our tongues get to know each other.

"Is this like a karate kid thing of wax on, wax off, where I learn a lesson about kissing that somehow the candy will play a part of, even when I don't have one?"

"First...the wax on, wax off, thing is for later tonight. I'll teach you to whacks off alright, but no, the candy is just for fun. Plus it makes the kissing taste really good. For a straight boy, it helps makes it more enjoyable."

"Oh", he nodded. I pulled him fully on top of me, as it would also let him watch the movie a little while I taught him to kiss. We spent a long time kissing, until he complained that his lips were sore and we had to stop. At first he was terrible, shoving his tongue in me like he'd experienced from the older guys he'd been exposed to. Once I showed him how to soften his kiss to start, and then ramp up the intensity, he was surprisingly good, and unless I read it wrong, seemed to enjoy it.

I reached down and grabbed his penis and gave it a squeeze. "I told you I'd get you hard from kissing."

"That's no fair. You're really good at it," he complained. "The other guys didn't kiss like that at all. They were either trying to push their tongue all the way down my throat, or pull my tongue out of my head. Is what we did, real kissing?"

"It was. That's how you'd kiss a girl, and it's even more fun when it just happens spontaneously. You start a slow kiss and ramp it up. The advantage you have doing it with another guy, is that once you reach the ramped up stage, you can go slightly more aggressive and really put sex into it. Like while you're kissing, get the guy's legs up and give him a good fucking at the same time."

"Yeah, I've done that before, but I was the guy getting fucked. Wasn't all that good as I was folded in half and couldn't really breathe while I was also being kissed."

"Hopefully I can show you a better time," I said as I let him lie back on the bed to watch the movie, and I returned to my stomach beside him. I rubbed his back and ass a few more times just to remind him I was there as we concentrated on the movie and our junk food.

As the credits began to roll, we were both pretty relaxed, but now it was time for the real fun to begin.

I shuffled down the bed, rearranging the duvet, so he stayed mostly covered with just his ass exposed. I like to see what I'm doing. I lay down between his legs, resting my hands on his cheeks to gently massage them. As I rubbed each firm globe, I pulled them apart to be able to see the bright pink hole eagerly anticipating my cock. Well, it may not know it was eagerly awaiting my cock, but trust me, it was. I slowly lowered my head into his crack and began to gently lick where I'd run the candy earlier. It made him even tastier than he looked. He moved slightly, as the sensation of being rimmed was being sent to his brain. It's pretty hard to ignore it when it's happening, and like most boys, he would eventually push his ass up, even just slightly, to get more tongue action. They all do it, even the straight ones. Try it with one someday. You'll see what I mean.

I licked firmly at his tasty pink hole, and I can tell you, this is one boy that doesn't need a jolly rancher over his ass to make it taste special. It was like sucking on a ripe strawberry. It was just as sweet and delicious. I wasn't in a hurry as we had all night, and I didn't have a line of guys behind me waiting their turn. He was all mine for as long as I wanted, or at least until he came, and we were forced to take a break.

I pushed my tongue as deep into him as it would go, and he actually moaned. I really put some effort into it at this point. I ran a hand down the perfect line from his silky-smooth ass to his tight firm balls, and cupped them. He even lifted up just a little to allow me the access. I took a quick feel further to find him rock hard. I smiled to myself before pulling my hand back to hold his ass cheeks wide open again. He may say he dislikes sex with a guy, but his body was telling the real story. I rimmed his ass for a good 15 minutes, not letting up at all as I wanted to ensure he was fully engaged and horny as we progressed towards this evening's main event. While enjoying his ass, I'd slowly been opening his legs wider until they were now bent at the knees and fully apart.

I let his ass go and began to slowly lick up his back until I was lying fully on top of him, with my strong erection sliding up and down his ass crack. I made sure to allow it to poke in a little so he'd feel it touch his rosebud entrance. I wanted him stimulated to the point where there'd be very little resistance if I actually entered him.

"I'm guessing with the wet spot underneath you and that raging hardon, you're not hating this so far?"

"I'm not hating this so far," he admitted. "Are you going to fuck me next?" He asked as he could feel my cock running up and down his crack, my own precum setting the stage early.

"I'm going to fuck you for sure. Just not next. I want that to be the last thing we do. By the time we get to fucking, you'll be begging me to let you cum. The sign of really good sex is being able to control the orgasm until just the right moment. There's nothing wrong with having sex just so you can blow your load and release the pressure, but passionate sex will last hours, and the climax will be the highlight of your night."

"What if I cum by accident before you wanted me to," he inquired.

"You won't," I assured him with a kiss on the neck as I let him feel my weight on top of him, and my cock enjoying the ass slip and slide. "You'll warn me when you're getting close, and I'll also be able to tell when your reactions change, so I can slow down. This isn't about you cumming as much as it is experiencing what real sex is like. Not just some horny guy wanting to fuck the stuffing out of you."

"That's kinda the worst part. Especially the guys that just push you over the end of a couch, or a table, and then just bang you at full speed. That always hurts so bad."

"If it's painful you're either not doing it right, or you're into some bondage shit," I said leaning in to kiss him again.

"What things do you like and hate about sex?" he asked as he began to roll to his side and I moved off, so that we were now face to face. I made sure to pull us close so that our cocks were touching, with legs intertwined. You don't want to lose the stimulation momentum that you've built up.

"I guess the thing I hate most might be extremely aggressive guys that think they know everything about sex and are out to prove it."

"I can relate," Anderson nodded.

"Of course, those are usually the type that know very little, and it's terrible sex. I think I pretty much like everything else though. I mean hooking up with someone new is always fun, especially curious straight boys. Orgies are great as long as you like all the people in it."

"Do you do lots of orgies?" Anderson inquired.

"Define lots," I grinned. "I've been to probably more than most guys, if I'm being honest. I mean if I wasn't into sex parties, I'd never have met you," I reasoned. "You might never have had the opportunity to drive a Bugatti."

"I might have though. Since Quinn hangs out with Blake, I think we might have met that way and gotten to know each other."

"True, but getting know someone while they're naked at a sex party is still a million times better, in my opinion. I mean I might never have gotten to see how really hot you are, or try out this amazing ass," I said as I ran my hand over his hip and squeezed a cheek.

"You really like me that much?" He asked, probably looking for some validation. "I can never figure out why a guy would be that interested in me."

"If you looked in the mirror using gay eyes instead of straight ones, you'd understand."

"So why don't girls look at me like that?" He asked reasonably.

"Because they use girl eyes. God knows how those work, but trust me, I doubt any gay guy would ever say no to you."

"Sure they would," he said giving me a stupid grin. "Like if I said, `hey gay guy, wanna watch me fuck your sister?' He'd probably say no."

"That does have a strong potential for a no," I nodded, laughing.

"If we hadn't both been at the same party, and I'd met you only at your house, would you still have wanted to have sex with me?"

"Short answer, yes," I said with a big grin. "If you'd just hung out at the house, probably to check out the cars, it might have taken me longer, but I'm pretty confident that we'd still have ended up on this road trip."

He nodded his head slightly. "I kinda think so too. Do you always hit on straight guys? Is that a thing most gay guys do?"

"Do I always do it? If they're as sexy as you, sure. I'd test the waters to see how open they might be to it. I like to say I'm an educator. If you've never had sex with a guy, how can you honestly say you hate it?"

As we talked, I reached for his cock and put mine up against it, before I gently stroked them together. The tip of his was still wet, so I used it as lube for the two of us.

"Do the straight guys you hook up with always like it afterward?"

I'm not sure where he was going with this conversation, but I've learned to listen between the lines so you don't fall into some trap that'll prevent you from actually having sex with them. Even if Anderson did trip me up, he's still getting fucked all weekend. "I'd say over 90% enjoy a blowjob. Some like to hide their face so they don't have to watch. That way they can imagine it's a girl they like. Some come back for more, others chalk it up to an interesting experience. Not a lot like to do the fucking, but a surprising percentage want to try being fucked. I'd say it's 50/50 as to whether they actually enjoy it or not after they try it."

"I can see that. I don't like being fucked by most of the guys that have done it, but occasionally I get a bit surprised when I do enjoy it. Those are usually guys who take their time and don't have gigantic cocks that almost rip me in half."

That could be the trap. I have a big dick, so maybe he was setting the stage to stop me once we got started. "Taking your time is the key. Being fucked shouldn't hurt. Even with a big cock. It just takes additional prep work that some guys are too impatient to do properly. Don't worry, Anderson, I'm patient, or I'd have screwed you as soon as you showed up at the house today, and probably at two rest stops on the trip."

"And in the hot tub?" He added with a grin.

"Baby, you wouldn't have made it to the hot tub, or the waterslide, or probably dinner. The second your shirt came off to change, I'd have jumped you, if I weren't so patient. But just like the kissing that got you hard, I'm going to fuck you so perfectly, that you'll not need to touch your cock to cum."

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen," he replied. "I always have to play with my cock to finish."

"Maybe I can change that this weekend," I said making a note to give him my best platinum `A' game tonight. I'd throw an expansion pack in with the game, but when you're as big as I am, you really don't need more to play with.

"What else do you like about sex, other than straight boys?"

"One of my most favorite things is being spontaneous. Like suddenly running into the woods to be bent over a log somewhere and fucked hard. Or doing something romantic that wasn't expected at all. Even being woken up to sex, really turns me on."

"You like being woken up to have sex?" He asked surprised.

"I love it. You're in a half groggy state while someone is sucking your dick, or about to slide up inside you for a nice fuck. Such a perfect feeling."

"I think that's where straight and gay guys might differ. I've slept over at Steve's sometimes, and I've gotten woken up with sex. The blowjob type wake up is okay. It feels nice and your body sort of reacts to it slowly as you wake up from the sensation. Getting fucked as a wakeup is terrible."

"You've had that happen I take it?"

"Yeah. First time I was sleeping with Steve. He moved behind me and worked his cock into my ass while I was asleep. It obviously woke me up, and at first, I didn't know where I was so I panicked a bit. All Steve did was hold me tight, and drive up inside me. He pulled my leg over his, grabbed my cock and just fucked me. He jerked me off until we both came, then went back to sleep. I had trouble sleeping properly for a few days after that."

"Did it just happen once?"

"It's happened a couple times. Once was with Layne too. When I began to wake up, Steve moved Layne's cock against my lips, which made me wake up way faster. I barely had time to focus when he pushed my head forward to suck Layne off. I almost choked as I tried to figure out what was happening. Then Steve fucked me hard. It didn't stop until all three of us came."

"Sounds like you've had some intense experiences. Next time that three-way wake up happens, call me and I'll happily stand in for you."

"Gladly. Ummm, do you plan on waking me up by fucking?" He asked cautiously.

"After what you just told me, I wouldn't no. At least not like you had from Steve. I might wake you up by stroking your cock, or giving you a slow gentle blowjob though. No promises that we wouldn't fuck once you were fully awake though."

"Thanks. Do you get lots of wake-up sex like that?"

I chuckled. "I live in a house of gay guys. If I DIDN'T get woken up like that, I'd move out. For the record if you wake up horny anytime while we're sleeping, I'd love to have you fuck me. I'd probably be disappointed if chose to just jerk off instead."

"Noted," he said. I scissored our legs together, fused his body to mine and began kissing him. It didn't take much after that before we were 69ing. I eagerly took his cock as deep as I could, but he was considerably less enthusiastic about taking mine. He played with it in his hand for a bit, but eventually wrapped his lips around it. I didn't say anything to discourage him, but he needed a lot of work before he could go on tour with the Blowjob Boys. It's like a new boy band, but we look after our fans better. They cum to see us over and over again.

I swallowed him all the way and made sure to show him all the tricks. Like tonguing his slit and working the shaft, to proper ball handling. I did it in hopes that he'd adopt `monkey feel, monkey reciprocate', but he's not a very good monkey. I pulled his upper leg back and drove my head up between his cheeks and licked his hole. That got a good gasp out of him, but unfortunately he's not good at multitasking, so while I was rimming him, he wasn't sucking me. He just held my dick barely in his mouth, and tensed up as my tongue probed him. I decided if he was just going to lie there, he might as well be face down.

I spun around and lay on top of him with my erection rubbing up and down the warm crack of his ass, he moaned again, so I leaned in and kissed his neck and ears. I spoke seductively in a low voice. "You ready?"

"As long as you go slow, please? You have a really big dick and it'll take me a minute to deal," he said back quietly.

"I want you experience how good it can be, and not just that you're here to be fucked," I assured him. He took a deep breath in preparation for what was to come next. I went down and rimmed his ass for a few more minutes, because...why not? I fingered him and felt around in the nice warm hole, which only got me hornier to the point I couldn't wait any longer. You know how it is. It's like waiting up until midnight, hitting refresh on your streaming service waiting for the final season of your favorite show to drop. I just hope this isn't as disappointing as Games of Thrones. I leaned over to the night table to grab the lube, and apologized that it would be a bit cold at first.

I started by fingering some deep into his ass and then thoroughly coating my dick as well. Before I leaned back in, I dripped even more into his crack. I used my feet to push his legs open a bit further, and lay back down on him, only this time I pushed my cock into position. The tip of my anxious penis was pressing against his hole, and I did a bit of teasing first. I turned his head so we could awkwardly kiss as I moved my hips up and down slowly.

"Here we go, baby. Deep breath and relax," I said as I began to add pressure and start my journey. "Holy fuck you've got a seriously tight ass."

"Is that good?" He asked taking increasingly deeper breaths.

"You always want tight over loose, but dude, I've taken the cherries of a lot of virgins that weren't his tight. If I didn't know you'd done this before, I'd have lost bets. One of the best feelings in the world is when your dick slides into someone, but when it's this amazing, you don't want to leave."

I eased into him, and then pulled back several times to let him get used to it, and to open him up a bit more. I added extra lube before I pushed more of myself in. He grunted at one point and tried to shuffle up the bed.

"You okay?" I asked as I stopped.

"Yeah, it's just in pretty deep. I need a second," he replied as I felt him relax when I pulled back slightly. This is one of the only downsides of an inexperienced boy, or an experienced straight one. You have to take your time so that he doesn't freak out, and end the fuck prematurely. A good old power bottom is nice when you're horny as hell and just need to pound the stuffing out of someone to relieve stress and tension. Anderson wasn't there yet.

I returned to kissing him as I pushed my hands under his arms to get a better grip on his head. I had him basically pinned down as I returned to pushing into him. I got further than before, but kept him relaxed with the kissing. I'm pretty sure I fucked him like this for a good 10 minutes, before I felt his body change along with his breathing. I smiled as I'd experienced this plenty.

"I'm going to ease back. You follow me so you're on your hands and knees," I told him.

"Doggy style, right?"

"Exactly." I pulled his hips and he followed my up until he was in the right position. I eased his legs apart and grabbed his hips so I could really get a good thrust going. I went slow and gentle to begin. Not as much for his sake, but so I could truly enjoy the feel of him. Each stroke sent slight tingling sensations through my entire cock and up to my brain. Every part of me wanted to fuck him so hard that we smell smoke, but I wanted him to know that proper sex isn't just about bending over and getting railed. It's mostly that, but not ALL that.

"How are you doing?" I asked leaning forward and kissing his back after several more minutes of riding him, and stroking his dick a few times throughout the session.

"I'm super close to cumming," he admitted.

"Are you ready for the grand finale?" I said slapping his ass lightly.

"I think so," he nodded.

"Cool. Okay, I'm going to pull out, and I want you to flip onto your back."

I eased out gently, and I think I'd fucked him for so long that I'd pumped air in there as it escaped in a long pffft. Not a fart as much as an air leak from a deflating tire. He lay with his head on the pillow, and I pushed his legs back so I could drip a bit more lube into his now fully opened hole. It sucked it up so fast that I swear I heard slurping noises. I coated my cock before placing both his ankles onto my shoulders and easing back into him.

"God, there is nothing more amazing than watching a cock disappear into a tight smooth hole like this," I said, grinning as inch after inch vanished into him. I had planned on just going for the finish line, but when I saw us connected together so well with his tight balls and hard cock just laying there enticingly, I grabbed his ankles, flung his legs wide open and watched myself fuck him for a couple minutes. I was basically ignoring Anderson as I concentrated on my technique. One day, they're gonna write stories about how incredible I am. After I'd had enough of that, I put his legs back on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, while really drilling my cock deep into his incredible ass.

I smiled when he wrapped his arms around my back to hold on, that was all the encouragement I needed to pick up the pace. When he began moaning, I paused the kissing to look at him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said almost breathlessly. "I'm not gonna last long though."

"Let's really show you an orgasm. Grab your cock and jerk off while I'm fucking you. Think you can handle a bit more intensity?"

"Intensity?" He asked looking a little flush.

"If I fuck you harder," I clarified.

"I can try," he said staring at me.

"Good boy," I grinned. He moved a hand to begin jerking off, and I leaned back down to kiss him again. As soon as he closed his eyes, and let his tongue dance with mine, I prepared to show him how guys really fuck. I increased speed and used the weight of my body, and the bounce of the bed to make sure he felt it. At one point, he even began to anticipate the downward thrust and moved up to meet me. He wasn't screaming `fuck me harder', but he might as well have been.

He suddenly broke our kiss. "I'm cumming!" He said almost a little too loudly considering our proximity to each other. Or maybe he just wanted those passing by in the hallway to know how good I was. I let myself relax and told my balls it was okay to release the flood gates. Anderson was first as he grunted and I felt the immediate wetness splash up onto my stomach. I was only seconds behind him and flooded his ass with the load I'd been saving up since last night.

I slowed down to match our waning climaxes and gently eased myself out of him, lowering his legs back onto the bed. I sat back and looked at the mess he'd made. He glanced down as well.

"Shit! Now that's what I call blowing your load. Impressive, dude."

"Thanks. I guess it's been a while," he said grinning proudly. I grabbed the tissues off the night stand and wiped it up. Normally I'd let him taste some, but I think we'll keep the night a little classier. Tomorrow I'll let him guzzle it right out the hose. We quickly went to the bathroom to clean up, and then back into bed.

I lay on my side looking at him, while he was on his back staring at the ceiling. With some straight boys, this is the point that they ask to go home, or in a setting like this, indicate that they'd be more comfortable sleeping on the floor; so I braced myself. "Are you okay?" I asked trying to scan his body language for clues.

"Is that like how you always do it?" He asked as he tried to calm his breathing down a little.

"Every time is different depending on the situation and the person. I tried to gauge where you were at as we ramped it up to the finish. Was it okay?"

"I'm confused," he said quietly without averting his gaze away from the ceiling.

"Confused? About?"

"About what just happened."

"Oh. Having second thoughts about going through with the rest of the weekend?"

"No. Not at all. I think I'm confused over how I'm feeling. When I've been at Steve's and had sex, it sort of feels like...I dunno, sort of just an activity and that I'm not even really there for most of it. Tonight, I felt like my whole body was present. I hope that doesn't sound gay or anything."

I let out a small chuckle. "I think I get the confusion. How about we stay in character as boyfriends. You're gay and you love me. Play that role instead of straight boy concerned over what he might say that might not sound as straight."

He nodded his head slightly as he kept his eyes fixed on not looking towards me. "I can do that. I have to admit that wasn't like most of the sex I've had with a guy. From kissing to the blowjobs, and that thing we did with the candy. At first my mind was sort of like, `Dude! That's just been in your ass, but then I thought about the rimming you did with it first, and I really think Jolly Ranchers have just become my favorite candy of all time. Girls gonna be gettin' Jolly Ranchered! It also didn't really hurt all that much when you fucked me, which was better, for sure."

"That's good. It absolutely shouldn't be painful," I nodded.

"I mean your dick is pretty big, so it was a bit of a struggle, but the longer you went, the more I got used to it. When you started to doggy style me and stroke my dick at the same time, I almost lost it like a few times."

"Have you never been fucked like that?" I inquired.

"Sure, a few times, but it was always painful so I didn't enjoy it even 10% as much as that. Can I be super weird right now?"

"As opposed to how you've been all day?" I teased.

"Ha ha. Funny. I'd obviously have to deny this if it ever comes up, but for a split second just before I came, I had this insane wave go over me, and I almost blurted out that I loved you."

I laughed. "Yeah, welcome to the perfect orgasm. It's a guy thing. With me, you can say it if you want, and I'd be flattered. Do it with a girl while you're fucking and you might move your relationship to a level you're not ready for. I can honestly say, I almost screamed it too as I started really fucking you hard. Best time to say you love someone is after you've cum and your penis has returned to its resting state. I'd say normal state, but for a 16-year-old, erect is the normal state."

"You're not kidding. But just so you know I liked how you didn't just fuck me the second my shorts were off. The jacuzzi and then watching the movie together, with just the massaging type touching. That was really nice. I could see that being a night a girl would like too."

"It is. A lot of what we'll do this weekend can be used with a girl you like. Going for a drive or to dinner. Holding hands on a walk. They're all nice gestures."

"What happens now that we've had sex? Is there an after-sex thing like the foreplay before sex thing?"

"Girls will usually like to cuddle. Maybe make out little longer. I'd let her take the lead on that. You could just jump on her, shoot your load, pull out, toss the condom aside and yell `Yee-haw. That was some damn fine pussy, baby!'"

"I'm pretty sure I wouldn't do that," he laughed. "Not that I'll need it, but what do two guys do when they're done?"

"We normally talk about something like a movie or some current event until we're horny again. That's usually about 15 minutes."

"Is that our plan?" He asked unsure.

I chuckled again. "We may be playing boyfriends, but you're still straight. Ain't no straight boy gonna recharge in 15 minutes. You're at least a couple hours from being fully erect again. I wonder what you'll dream about tonight? Sex with me again, or the Bugatti."

"No offense, but it's gonna be the Bugatti, or maybe all your cars," he grinned as he turned on his side to face me.

"I can accept that. Of course, you know that's now a challenge for me improve my sex with you, right?"

"I didn't mean it like that," he said staring at me. "I change my answer. I'll think of nothing but you. Maybe you and I doing it in the car while driving the Coquihalla in launch mode."

"Dude, I just saw your launch mode. As impressive as it was, it didn't last that long. We can do better," I teased.

We made out again a short while later, but nothing as intense as the full-on sex we'd just done. I wanted him good and horny again before I gave him another session to remember.

I woke up to feel Anderson behind me, his erection pressed up against my back. At first, I just assumed he was sleeping, but it wasn't long before I felt his hand reach down to adjust himself. A bit surprisingly it wasn't to pull back from me, it was to reposition as if about to enter. Would now be a good time to tell him that he needs lube, or just let him try to go in dry. Self preservation opted for the lube option. I slowly moved my hand out from under the covers and reached for the bottle on the night table. Anderson stopped moving as I stirred. I kept quiet, but dripped some lube into my hand then reached back to grab Anderson's erection and coat it properly. Then I fingered a bit into my hole before returning to my resting state.

"Ummm," he whispered quietly, "Does that mean you want me to fuck you?"

"Isn't that what you were trying to do anyway?" I whispered back.

"I was just trying to see if you'd wake up freaking out, or be all calm about it," he replied.

"Now you know, but since you started, you might as well finish. You sleep okay?"

"Yeah, great. This is one seriously comfortable bed. I could sleep all day...if I weren't anxious to get back in the car."

"Well, it looks like you're awake if this is any indication," I said grinning as I reached back to squeeze his penis.

He just shrugged slightly. "It's always like that in a morning," he reasoned.

"Let's put it to good use then."

"Are you actually okay if I'm the one fucking? Anderson asked sounding unsure and nervous. "I don't get to do that much. I'm usually the one they want to get into. I'd kinda like to learn how to do the fucking since that's what I'd probably do the most of when I get a girlfriend."

I relaxed my ass and backed onto him. I could hear him gasp as he penetrated me, but I didn't stop to let him get used to it, nor did I need to go slow to be able to accept him.

"Does that answer your question?" I said, smiling to myself as I reached back to grab his ass and pull him as far in as he could go. For all you rookies out there, here's a tip. Never ask if he's all the way in yet. He could feel inadequate. Just enjoy the moment.

"How's that feel? Are you all the way in?" What? I give advice, not take it. Plus, I didn't say `yet'.

"It feels good. Kinda tight on my cock."

Awww, this boy is a keeper. "Nice. Now just do what comes naturally, and fuck me."

I felt his hand gently hold my hip, almost as if he were scared to break me, then he began the thrust in and out, slowly, and carefully.

"Don't be scared to go harder and deeper. I can handle it. I've done this once or twice before," I assured him. I can't be sure, but I think I heard him snicker.

He increased speed and let himself get a rhythm. I reached back and grabbed his hand to move it from my hip to my boner. I helped him work it by holding my hand over his. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder," I said as I thrust back as he pushed in. I smiled to myself when I felt him adjust his position behind me, which actually moved him right up against me.

"I think I'm gonna cum," he suddenly announced. What a lightweight.

"Then fuck me hard. Give me your first load of the day!" I cried out as I moved his hand on my cock faster.

He grunted loudly and slammed into me, almost rolling partially on top of me as he had his morning orgasm. He was panting loudly, and as soon as he was done, he slowly pulled out and lay on his back.

I turned over and smiled at him. "Not a bad way to wake up. You're not a bad starter boyfriend after all," I complimented as I ran my hand over his chest, which was a lot warmer than earlier.

"Am I supposed to keep doing stuff until I get you to cum too?" He asked as his breathing slowed.

"Normally we would keep going until we're both done, but I'm fine for now. What do you think of doing the fucking instead of being the one fucked?"

"I like it. I mean it'd be better if you were a girl though."

"Would it help if I talked in a higher voice and batted my eyelashes at you?" I asked, as I did what I said.

"Nope. Not at all," he laughed. "Seriously. Don't do that again."

I leaned in to kiss him and he recoiled slightly. "Sorry, morning breath."

"Me or you?" I asked now self-conscious and completely over him. Just kidding, Like I care about morning breath. That's easily fixed by sucking him off and getting cum breath.

"Probably both if I were with a girl. I'd be super nervous that my breath would be bad and it'd ruin the perfect moment of waking up together. How do you deal with that?"

"If it's a new relationship, I'd keep some mints nearby. Maybe in your pants pocket at the side of the bed, or put one on the night able so you can grab it easily when you wake up. An established relationship, you sort of get used to the person you're with, and as strange as it may sound now, you end up liking how they smell."

"I always think that's kinda gross. Girls smell way better than boys, but that's mostly cause of all their make-up and perfume and fancy shampoos. At best, guys smell like soap. At worst they smell like a pig farm after the slops gone out, which is usually right after gym class.

"You spend a lot of time on pig farms, do you?" I teased, as I continued to rub his chest gently, then leaned in to smell him. "I guess we should go have a shower. I mean I have an ass full of your cum that I should get rid of before we go down to breakfast."

"Sure. You wanna shower first?" He asked moving his head to smell his shoulder, which I'm assuming was a subtle way of trying to smell his pit to see if he stank. He didn't.

"You really are new at having a boyfriend, aren't you?"

"Pretty much. Haven't even had one even 24 hours yet," he chuckled quietly. "Let me guess...we shower together?"

"You guess correctly."

We got out of bed and made our way to the bathroom, where the first order of business was to pee and then brush our teeth. We alternated those tasks before climbing into the shower together. I washed Anderson's back while he was doing his hair, and then he returned the gesture when it was my turn. Of course, being as helpful as I am, I made sure to wash Anderson's junk for him. I mean it was covered in lube and cum after all. While the water was running over us, I'd managed to let the load in me drain out, and what didn't come out voluntarily, came out when my finger went up there to get it.

"Do you think if I had a girlfriend that we'd shower together too?" Anderson asked as I rubbed his chest. Not to get him clean, mostly just because I wanted to keep rubbing his chest.

"I think you probably would a few times. I mean I love being in here with someone, but I like being in the shower by myself more, especially when I just need the warm water to run over me."

"Yeah, I can see that. I guess it might be better if there were two shower heads. Right now, one of us has to be out of the water while the other showers."

"Exactly, and yes, it's way better with multiple heads," I agreed.

"Ummm...so another question. If you don't mind me asking stuff that is," Anderson said as he brushed the water, and hair, out of his eyes.

"You never learn if don't ask things."

"When I'm at Steve's, he always fucks me in the shower. Is that something I'd do with a girl too?"

"It's not mandatory, but damn it's fun when it happens. I think you'll know when it feels right to have sex in the shower," I advised.

"Are we going to fuck in the shower?" He asked wiping the water off his face again, and staring at me.

I grinned as I looked back. "Why are you horny again?"

"No, just curious," he replied.

I nodded. "We are, but not right now. Gotta pace ourselves. I don't want to wear out that ass too soon." I moved against him and put my hand around his back to grip his firm cheeks. "Steve just takes you into the shower, bends you over and give you a good poling?"

"Pretty much. I've also had to kneel and blow him, but that's a lot more difficult as I almost drown with the water running over me," he admitted.

"You figure it out if you do it enough. Being a straight boy though, I'm guessing if you're showering with a girl, you'd mainly just be kissing and fingering her, with possibly a finale of fucking. It'd be your girlfriend that has to worry about the drowning," I joked.

"True," he nodded, then changed the subject. "I'm looking forward to more driving. Today the roads have a lot more twists and turns, so I'll really get to see how the Bugatti handles."

"Yes, you will. But first breakfast and then a trip into town before we have to leave. I moved our faces together and made out with him under the water. As soon as I had him hard again, I took a firm hold of it and pressed down until I felt a strong resistance, and let it go to bounce back up. "Time to dry off," I teased as I turned off the water and stepped out, leaving him in a revved-up state.

"You know that's mean right, even for gay stuff," he complained. "If a girl did that to me, the bitch would be out the door so fast she wouldn't have time to dress."

"Oh yeah? You're telling me that if you had a girl in the shower who got you hard and then stopped, you'd actually throw her out? I think I call bullshit. It's more like you'd follow her anywhere begging her to finish," I laughed.

"Okay, probably true, but it's still mean," he complained as he exited the shower and wrapped in a towel.

I pulled him against me once more and looked into his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll be taking care of it soon, I promise."

We finished getting ready and headed down to breakfast. We talked about the trip so far, which for Anderson was mostly car related. Strange how he didn't see our other activities as more exciting.

"Checkout isn't until noon, and it's less than three hours to Kelowna, so I have some fun planned first. Then we can come back here, change and checkout."

"Cool. What's the plan?"

"You'll have to wait and see," I smirked.

We concentrated on eating, which, when it's a buffet and you have a 16-year-old boy around, it's a lot of eating. He did eventually fill up and we made our way out to the car. I directed Anderson to the flats where the nude beach was located, and we parked in the small lot.

"I dunno if I'm going to be able to do this," Anderson said after he learned where I was taking him.

"That's what most people say their first time, but you'll be surprised how fast you get used to it," I assured him as we grabbed our backpacks and locked the car.

"Are there going to be girls here, or is it only guys that go to these beaches?"

"It's not limited to guys, so there could be some girls. To be honest though, it's normally a lot more guys."

We walked down the trail towards the river where the beaches were sprawled out. I personally like the area to the west around what I think is an island during high water. This time of the year, it's easily accessible and the sand is pretty nice.

"What do we do at a nude beach?"

"Mostly you tan," I admitted. "We'll stroll around and check the place out."

"Do people have sex outside at a nude beach?" He asked, obviously fishing.

"It's not like the whole place turns into an orgy, but sure, you might see it. Normally you just walk by, or if they're deliberately putting on a show, you can watch from a distance. Hopefully you'll get a thrill out of having sex outdoors."

"I don't know if I'd be able to do that," he replied nervously. "Is that the plan? To have sex outside in the sand?"

"You'll love it. The only thing I haven't decided is if I'm going to do you in a secluded area, or right out where we can put on a show that the critic will give 5 stars."

"Critic? Or critics?" He asked smiling.

"Just critic. It's not like we want this to feel like we're headliners at sold out stadium."

"What if they take pictures or video?" He asked concerned.

"No one takes pictures and video of others at nude beaches. That could lead to a shitload of trouble if they did."

"There're some people...over there," Anderson said quietly, as if they'd actually be able to hear us from this distance. It was an older couple, probably in their fifties, both casually strolling along the beach in the nude.

"Awww, is that causing you to throw major wood?" I teased.

"God no. They kinda remind me of my grandparents, which is gonna make it uncomfortable when I go visit them."

I just grinned at him, and continued out walk to the area I wanted. The east side was more the older people, while the west side leaned more toward younger, with some cruising trails nearby.

We got to an area that I liked, as it was partially surrounded by bushes and some logs, but still with very nice soft sand. "Let's drop our towels here," I told him as I opened my backpack. He copied me, and we spread them out.

"So now what? Do we just take our clothes off?" He asked looking around to take stock of our surroundings.

"Yep. Stuff them in the backpacks, and we can put the suntan lotion on each other so we don't burn. The last thing you need is to burn anything that's not used to getting direct sunlight."

He laughed. "Nothing in my bathing suit area has ever had direct sunlight."

"You're a few seconds away from never being able to say that sentence again."

While I stood and removed my clothes before lying down, Anderson sat to remove his clothes. A typical newbie move; thinking that the lower you are, the less visible you are. As soon as he was naked, he turned onto his stomach, so I took the opportunity to rub suntan lotion on him. I didn't just stop at his back, and casually rubbed deep into his ass crack, and then down his legs to each toe.

"You want me to do your front now?" I asked as soon as I was done.

"Ummm...not right now. I'm still trying to adapt. I mean this is the first time I've been outside naked. It's kinda freaking me out a bit. At least it's not busy."

"True. Wait until I take you to wreck beach on a weekend. You'll be mixed in with a few thousand people."

"That would be way beyond my comfort level," he admitted.

"I dunno. I think you'd have fun. It's not a sex thing on the main beach. It's just people relaxing and being themselves. You should go down with Blake and Cory. They'd have you playing frisbee and volleyball with everyone."

He laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen. Has Blake actually been down there before?"

"Sure, plenty of times. He's got no issue with being naked. The only thing we had to do is make sure the boy didn't go scarfing down pot brownies by the dozen. Here, do my back now," I said handing him the lotion.

He awkwardly did my back while trying to stay on his front at the same time. I was going to tell him to sit up and do it properly, but I gave him time to get used to this new experience.

After about 10 minutes, I convinced him to finally turn over, and although he was apprehensive, he did it. I just let him get used to it, ensuring that he covered himself in more suntan lotion. I wonder if someone could invent silicone lotion that doesn't let sand stick to it. I feel like the villain in a Spiderman movie. After another 15 minutes, I sat up and looked at him. "You ready to play boyfriend for a while?"

"Like to have sex?" He asked suspiciously.

"How about we just walk around for a bit and hold hands? That'll be a bit of an escalation for you."

"What happens if I get...you know... a boner while walking around?"

"Awww, thanks babe. You'd get a boner from holding my hand? That's so sweet. You need a kiss for that." I leaned toward him. His first natural reaction was to pull back, but then he remembered our game, and actually moved forward to meet my lips. It's not like he grabbed my head and slammed his tongue down my throat, but at least he kissed my actual lips. Later though, there better be tongue...and jolly ranchers.

I stood up and put my hand out for him to take. He hesitated, and then grabbed it as I pulled him to his feet. He let out a big breath of air, fluffed up his junk and looked at me. "Okay, let's do this. Fuck, I'm nervous."

"Just pretend you're someone else, and this is for some reality show or something," I suggested.

"I'll try, but it's still a pretty real me showing off my parts," he reasoned.

"And such beautiful parts they are," I grinned as I grabbed his hand for our walk. I could feel how nervous he was by how warm his hand was, but new experiences are all part of life. I'm sure this is one he'll remember for many years. I wonder if the entire weekend will be remembered as one massive event, or individual memories. In his mind is it just a road trip driving a Bugatti, or will it include all the sex, and walking around on a nude beach.

We walked across an expanse of sand to the water's edge, and dipped our toes in it. This is cold mountain water, so we weren't going higher than toes. We're at a nude beach, so water above the waist is NOT the look you want when you exit. Although it helps if you lose control of the periscope at some point. I felt his hand grip mine tighter, and it took me a second to realize why. There was a couple just ahead of us lying together in a pretty open spot. Anderson stopped dead in his tracks.

"Umm, are they having sex?" He asked. I looked over myself, and the guy had his head on her chest obviously enjoying one of her boobs, while his hand worked the other one. I had half a mind to move slightly into the shadows, to see how far they'd go. For the record, the shadows are just bushes, but we'd hide pretty well, since Anderson would be mostly wood himself.

I chose not to do that, and pulled him forward towards the couple, still holding hands like a couple out for a stroll. They saw us approaching and separated. The guy was hard, but did a pretty good job of hiding it by bending his leg up.

"Hi," I said as we approached. It's customary to announce yourself a little further ahead than you might at a regular beach. "Looks like we picked a nice day for this."

"True. You guys from around here?" The guy asked.

"Vancouver," I replied. I think Anderson was just hit by a supervillain. Not sure what his/her names would be. Freezo? Ice Queen? Frigid...never mind. Bottom line is Anderson was neither talking nor moving. "You guys?" I asked.

"Saskatoon. We're just heading for Vancouver. Any recommendations?"

"Well, if you like nude beaches, then you're heading to the best city in the country for that. Hit Wreck Beach," I told them.

"We're going there for sure," the girl admitted. "Are you two a couple? You're super cute together."

"Thanks," I smiled. "Yeah, we're boyfriends. Anderson has never been to a nude beach before so he's a little nervous."

"Don't sweat it dude," the guy told him. "Once you're used to the boys swinging free, you'll never want them wrapped up again."

"It's taking a bit to get used to. My boys are usually quite happy being wrapped up," Anderson said, as the frozen spell apparently thawed.

"Have you actually ever seen people hanging out on a nude beach before?" The guy asked.

"No. Never," he admitted.

"Since you have a boyfriend, have you ever even seen a girl naked before?"

I think I actually heard Anderson audibly gulp before he replied, mostly by shaking his head and giving a quiet no.

"So, you've never seen one of these in person?" He said as he slipped a finger between her legs and into her vagina.

"Fuck off Jerry," she said quickly as she slapped his hand away.

"Sorry baby. Just thought he might like to see how one of these works."

"They're gay, not aliens from another planet. I'm sure they know basic biology."

"I guess we should keep exploring, or we might be in danger of him switching sides. You're really beautiful," I told her. It was more to tease Anderson than it was to compliment her, but she was beautiful...for the record.

"Thanks. If you two weren't gay, I'm sure we could get into a lot of trouble together out here," she said almost seductively.

Jerry sat up and looked at her. His erection seemed to have been shocked into a limp state. "What?"

She laughed. "Sorry honey. I couldn't resist. Imagine how hot it would be to watch you with two other guys. Mmmm...talk about a fantasy date, or what."

"Seriously? You'd want to watch me fuck two guys instead of you?" He asked, looking like this conversation was the equivalent of a rare sighting of a giant asteroid heading directly for earth.

"No honey. I'd let them fuck both of us and then swap. I know how you fuck, but I'd maybe like to see your expression when you experience what it's like to actually get a big dick in you."

He might be a really dumb straight boy, because even I could see she was kidding, and I hadn't known her a full five minutes yet. Anderson didn't seem to know it either as his hand had moved in front of his crotch now.

"That's never going to happen," he said quickly.

"Awww," she pouted. "But didn't we just talk about possibly having fun in a three-way?"

"Yeah, with two girls, not dudes," he clarified. Yeah, this guy was full hetero. No concept that a three-way might be with a guy to make it fair to the girl as well.

"Well, you know that if I do it with another girl, you're doing it with another boy too. That's the only way it works."

I laughed as he looked shocked. "Sorry, we didn't mean to stir anything up. We should keep exploring and get back to our towels to add some more suntan lotion anyway. It was nice to meet you. Have fun in Vancouver. Maybe we'll run into you at Wreck," I said, figuring we should leave before we either got into a four-way with them, or broke them up. Neither were good options. They said goodbye as well, and I heard her tell him she was just kidding about the four-way. Guess we dodged that bullet.

"You can let the erection out now," I laughed as I looked down at Anderson's hand.

"Were they serious about us having a four-way?"

"No. She was just doing it to get a reaction out of him...and you apparently. We'll walk around for a bit until you calm down again. Then we can go back to the towels and relax."

And by relax I meant he was going to get laid.

Once we'd added a bit more suntan lotion to each other, I grabbed my phone. "Let's get some pictures of us on the beach," I suggested.

"Naked?" He asked shocked. "Is it legal to take picture of us without clothes?"

"Sure, as long as there aren't others in the picture, and neither of us have erections, then it's not sexual."

I set the phone up so that we had good shots of us on the sandy beach, as well as the river background. Once I had it ready, I set the timer and raced to stand beside Anderson where we put our arms around each other like buddies, and let it take the picture. We took a few more before deciding we had enough.

"Of course, if you want a few down on your knees enjoying my dick, I wouldn't object," I teased.

"That'd definitely be sexual, wouldn't it?" He asked, looking at me to see if I were serious.

"It would, but it'd sure make for some good pictures. We could frame them in a `how we met' album. How about a nice 8x10 glossy of you being doggy styled on a beach by the water? We could put it up in your bedroom."

I think he finally got that I was kidding. "Sure. I could just tell my parents we were playing naked leap frog. Or why not just invite them to be the ones to actually take the pictures?"

"Now you're getting the idea," I laughed.

"What are you going to do with the pictures we just took?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just keep them as a memory of our trip. You can have copies of them all."

"Sure," he shrugged. Don't you love how excited straight boys get.

We lay back on the towels, and while I turned on my side, Anderson returned to his stomach. I ran my hand up and down his back, casually giving sort of a one-handed massage. Those perky ass cheeks looking so enticing as they sizzled in the heat of the sun. If we'd had more time, I'd have left him out here to bake to a nice golden brown, but alas, time was limited. I massaged each cheek gently until I was too horny to fake my casual interest.

My favorite position is and probably always will be, a boy on his stomach with his nice smooth ass up, and legs partially open. There is no better sight to turn me on than that. It makes my breathing heavy, my mouth goes dry, and my brain turns off everything except dick support. All I can think about as soon as I see it is spreading him open, and enjoying the ass for as long as possible. It's honestly like an addiction. But I'm in recovery. To be clear, I'll start recovery after this weekend. Last time I went I got my one-hour chip. I would have made it to two hours but the guy sitting next to me had really tight jeans on. Not my fault he gave it up to me in the bathroom after the meeting.

"Turn over," I told Anderson. That usually helps my crack addiction.

He turned without hesitation, but threw his arm over his eyes to block the sun. I rubbed his chest for a moment, before sliding my hand down between his legs to fondle his balls. Anderson suddenly developed owl-like movements as his head swivelled all around scanning for predators. Maybe that's a bad choice of words in this setting, but you know what I mean. I sucked the tip of his penis into my mouth and immediately regretted it. I've gotten used to a lube tasting cock, but a suntan lotion one is not pleasant at all. I sat up and grabbed the bottle of water we had and poured some onto the edge of my towel and washed it.

"Fuck that's cold," Anderson complained.

"Cold but necessary," I assured him as I opened his legs more and pushed the cloth back to do his ass next. Might as well plan ahead. "You don't want to be sucking a lotion flavoured cock, do you?"

"I don't want to suck a cock at all," he admitted honestly...probably honestly.

I laughed. "Like that's going to be an option. You were just starting to get good at it. Your fucking is better, obviously, but both could use some practice."

I went back down on him, and it was a much better taste this time.

"What if someone sees us?" He asked continue to spin his head like he was a radar tower.

"That'd be hot," I said pausing. "All we'd need to decide is whether they're cute enough to join in, or just watch. Most of the guys are older, so we'd probably just want them to watch."

"Couldn't we stop until they've left?" he reasoned like most people. I'm not most people.

"Of course not. Why would we stop having fun just because they're jealous they can't have us?"

I sucked him off making sure to alternate between his shaft and his balls. Each time I saw him begin to tense up, I eased off and let him calm down, then went at him again. I edged him at least six times and I think he groaned each time I stopped. I finally kissed up his body until I was at his lips and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I lay fully on top of him letting my erection dance with his.

"I think it's your turn now," I smiled as I rolled off him. Just make sure you do it on your knees so that your cute ass is visible to anyone watching. Who knows, you might get spit roast out here."

He quickly looked around again scanning the surrounding trees and bushes. "Is someone watching?"

There was one guy crouched down not far from us, but he was reasonably well hidden. "No," I lied. "I'm just saying if there was, he'd appreciate knowing how cute and available your ass was."

I'm not sure what he thought of that idea, but he did get between my legs and blew me. Still not doing too well with the deep throating, but at least making as effort to do a reasonable job. He even remembered to fondle the balls, which is encouraging. Most of the time you have to grab their hand and wrap it around them. The longer he went, the more the gagging and coughing increased, until I figured he'd had enough. I pulled him up and let him lie beside me, while partially lying on top as well.

"That wasn't bad, baby. You're improving. By the time we get home, you'll be swallowing the whole thing without gagging at all."

"Is that something I'd want?" He asked as he looked at me.

"Well not if you want a reputation as a bad cocksucker," I laughed as I pulled him in for a proper kiss, and intertwined our legs together. "Since neither of us have cum yet, will you climax faster fucking me, or being fucked?"

"Like right here, or when we get back to the hotel?"

"Right here of course. I want you to enjoy the fun of outdoor sex and have bragging rights. So which way would you prefer?"

"Ummm, I know it's probably the wrong answer, but I think I'll cum faster if you fuck me. Is that wrong?"

"Not wrong at all. You'd be in the majority for straight boys. I would say 75% prefer to take cock from a guy than give it."

"Why?"

"How do I know? I'm gay. I like it both ways," I smirked as I rolled him onto his back and lay on top. I reached over to my backpack, and grabbed the small bottle of lube I had in there. I didn't take a long time prepping him as I wanted to get inside, and let him experience the true joy of outdoor public sex. It's way better with a crowd around you all jerking off and giving encouragement, but for his first time outside, this would be fun enough. I had him hold his legs back as I watched myself enter his sweet pink hole. I'll never get tired of that view. His face showed the pain of entry, but then relaxed for the next little bit, showing strain again around the seven-inch mark. Once I was in, I moved his legs around my waist, and leaned in to kiss him as I began the fuck. I think kissing always helps break the concentration of being fucked, so you feel them relax pretty quickly.

I was happily fucking him when I saw two older guys watching us out of the corner of my eye. They must have just got there, because Anderson noticed them almost at the same time. He tensed up and to react.

"Someone's coming," he said sounding panicked.

"No. They're not cumming, they're just hard from enjoying the show. We could invite them over if I'm not enough for you," I said grinning at him as I gave him another kiss.

"Should we stop until they leave?" He asked glancing over at them. It was kinda cute with him bent in half like he was with my cock fully inside his beautiful ass.

"Of course not. This is the whole fun of fucking outside. We're making them horny watching us have sex, and we're so hot that they'll cum from it. All you have to do is focus on me fucking you, and show them how much you're enjoying it." I leaned back a bit and pulled his erection upright to stroke it. He looked positively freaked out. "If you cum hard, they may even applaud."

I suggested that he take over and stroke his own dick. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him against me as I fucked him faster and harder. He couldn't help but moan as he got closer to an orgasm. As he shot another load, he looked over at the guys watching. This is the point where horny turns to panic really fast, especially for a straight boy. It's like they have multiple personalities. The do anything to get laid' guy and the Gross, I don't wanna see a guy naked' persona. I faked an orgasm inside him and pulled out. There was enough lube in his ass that it could easily be mistaken for cum if he went back there to check.

The guys watching sort of disappeared back into the bushes as I worked on cleaning Anderson up.

"How was your first public fuck?"

"Scary. I was shaking pretty bad from nerves," he admitted.

"I noticed, but you did it, and dude that was so hot. I may only fuck you in public from now on."

"Please don't. What would have happened if those guys had come closer?"

"It depends on the situation. If we ignore them, most would just get close enough to get a good view. Some might kneel down and try touching one of us. If we say nothing at that, then they maybe feel the ass of the guy fucking and then try to join in. All you have to do is say no thanks, and they usually stop, or return to the point you've permitted."

"What would you do?" He asked.

"For those guys, I would have stopped them as soon as they knelt down. If someone closer to our age did it, I'd let them join in."

"Would you have let them fuck me if they were our age?" He asked. I wasn't sure what answer he was looking for, so I proceeded with caution.

"Since you're posing as my boyfriend, I'd have asked you if you were okay. If you'd said no, I'd have given them my number for later, and sent them away. If you wanted to play with them, then we'd be in a four-way, banging so loud they'd think we were a marching band. Assuming they were cute and young, would you have let them?" I asked with a grin.

"I dunno. I'm still kinda nervous out here. I might if we went back to the hotel, or even to their place. I think I could do that, but only while playing your pretend boyfriend. I wouldn't do that normally. Just to be clear."

"What?" I asked shocked. "Straight boys don't go hang out with guys they just met?"

"Not for sex," he grinned. "We might go back to play video games, drink beer, or smoke up, but we wouldn't race back to jump into bed together."

"That makes sense. Gotta get `em drunk and stoned before that happens," I nodded.

"No, we wouldn't do sex at all."

"Two straight boys together just sounds horrible. You all need a gay guy in there to liven things up."

"Should we get going now?" He asked. I think that signifies he's done with this topic for now.

"I think that's a good idea. We'll shower off all this sand and sun tan lotion before we get on the road. I should probably rinse out your ass too in case I pushed some sand up there. Nothing would be more uncomfortable than sitting on your ass while sand is shredding your hole."

"I'm already uncomfortable just hearing you talk about it," he said jokingly as we grabbed our stuff and walked back to the car naked. I think he kept hoping we'd stop to get dressed, but I made him go all the way back before we put clothes on. If I could have gotten away with it, I'd have made him drive naked, but we attract way too much attention in the Bugatti.

We returned to the hotel and jumped in the shower together where we cleaned each other thoroughly. I am pretty confident that not even one grain of sand survived that scrubbing. I had my small douche squeezy bulb which I used to rinse him thoroughly. Once we were sand free all over, I pulled Anderson against me and kissed him hard as I grabbed his ass.

"I can't believe you're still horny after that," he said looking down at my erection that had returned.

"Well, I'm only horny because we've only had sex twice so far today and I haven't cum yet," I grinned. "So far, it's Anderson two, Justin zero," I said kissing him again.

He looked surprised. "You didn't cum in me down at the beach?"

"Nope. I stopped as soon as you were done. The same as this morning. As soon as you came in me, we stopped and took a shower."

"I'm sorry. You coulda kept going. I can usually last a bit longer after I cum if I have to," he said apologetically.

"I know, but I wanted you to experience sex ending on a high. Sometimes it can be a bit awkward after you've shot your load but the other person hasn't. All you're thinking about is when will it be over?"

"God, that is so true," he agreed.

"By the time this weekend is over, I'll show you a few tricks to go longer after you actually cum."

"Do all gay guys like this much sex?" He asked brushing the water out of his face. I took his hand and wrapped it around my hard cock. You never know, it might still be sandy.

If I had foreskin like Anderson, I might be a lot more thorough for sure. God, could you imagine a few grains of sand under the skin rubbing against the head of your penis. It'd either drive your sensitivity level through the roof and you'd be hard and leaking all day, or it'd irritate the shit out of you to the point you'd go insane, and maybe murder the first person who asked if they were having a nice day. Never heard of anyone pleading insanity to a murder charge because of an irritated penis. Not saying it hasn't happened, just saying I never heard of it. Just another medical reason why guys should be circumcised...lowers the homicide rate. Maybe if you left the grain of sand under the foreskin long enough, it'd create a pearl. Wonder how long that actually would take?

"I think all guys like this much sex once they start having it. It's just easier for gay guys. If we just need a quicky, we blow each other and get on with our day. If we need to fuck, we just drop into a bathroom and go for it. Not as easy to find some place to slide it into a girl when the mood hits."

"I guess that makes sense. It just seems like this is all gay guys think about when you're naked."

"That's definitely not true. It's all we think about clothed, too," I laughed as I rubbed his ass. "Speaking of that, would you like to blow me to take care of this boner? That's something you can use some practice on. You never know when one of your friends is gonna whip his out and ask if you know how to get rid of a boner? You can impress the shit out of him by deep throating his rod and swallowing his load."

He shook his head, and I'm sure his eyes rolled slightly. "None of that is ever going to happen," he replied. "First, none of my friends are ever going to whip their dicks out, never mind their boners. Next, they're not about to ask if I can help. Even if this were an alternate universe where they actually did that, I wouldn't voluntarily go down on them."

"You never know what type of friends you'll have in the future. Become friends with Blake, Darcy and Layne and I guarantee they'll whip things out."

"Okay, that's probably true, but I'm thinking more of the straight friends I have."

"I like a challenge. Introduce me to any of your friends, and I can almost guarantee I'll find a way to suck their cocks at least once."

He shook his head. "Even with as little as I really know about you, I'd never take that challenge as I honestly believe you would. I somehow think you'd also find a way to make me and him have sex together."

"So we're in agreement. We make appointments for each of your friends to visit, and we'll double team them. Nice!"

He laughed. "Pretty sure I said the exact opposite of that."

"Or did you?" I smirked. "Back to the cock that you're holding. You wanna go down and take care of it, or should we just go get dressed and get out to the car?"

He looked down at me and you could almost hear his mind processing the conflicts raging back and forth. "Is that a trick question?" He finally asked. "I mean if I have the choice between the two, then I'd rather head for the car."

"Car it is, then," I said as I reached over and turned off the water, and got out of the shower. He followed me and we dried off.

"Ummm...are you mad that I didn't blow you?" He asked cautiously.

"Of course not. It's not like it's the only opportunity you'll get," I teased.

We did our hair before returning to the bedroom and got dressed.

"Your plan calls for us to drive highway 97 to Kelowna, but how about we stay on the Trans Canada to Sicamous, before dropping down on the 97A to Kelowna. That'll add an extra couple hours of driving to the trip. You okay with that idea?" I asked packed up.

"Sure. Like I'm not going to turn down extra driving," he grinned. "If you're okay with the extra gas."

"I think we can handle it. As long as your money holds out," I replied.

"I still have all of it that you gave me. I didn't pay you for the gas when we filled up. Was that what it was for?"

"No. Use it for something to make you look like a spoiled rich kid."

He shrugged. "I'm not sure what that'd be, but it's kinda fun having so much money in my pocket." The perma-smile had returned to Anderson face that he'd had all day yesterday, and I loved that look.

"Here, take the suitcase and go bring the car around while I check out," I said as we entered the lobby.

"Fire," he grinned even bigger as he took off fast. Probably in case I remembered that he didn't have a full licence yet. As far as I was concerned this was private property and he didn't need a full licence. Not sure how that'd play out in court if he loses control of the car and slams into the building, or runs over a hotel guest and their pocket dog. Fortunately, no such catastrophe took place. He did, however, attract a lot of attention.

By the time I finished checking out, there were several people, all guys, checking out the car and taking pictures. Note to anyone considering a kidnapping or a car jacking. Don't do it in a Bugatti. You'll not get to the end of the street before you're located on social media. I ignored the guys and got in the car, telling Anderson to fire it up. That usually gets people out of the way. It's not like starting a Tesla and people stand there wondering when you're leaving. With the Bugatti's roar, you know we're leaving, and it's get out of the way, or be run over during the launch. We can't be responsible for you being a total fucking dumbass.

We made our way onto the highway, and had barely gone two kilometres before there were lights behind us and we were being pulled over.

"Oh shit. I wasn't speeding, I promise," Anderson said, instantly adopting panic mode as his chosen state of mind.

"It's all good. Just pull over and put the window down. No doubt someone who was checking out the car reported us as being too young to own a car like this. It happens," I said trying to calm his nerves.

"Should I put my hands out the window?"

I laughed. "Stop watching American cop shows. Do that, and we look guilty of something. Just sit and wait."

The cop walked up to the side of the car and looked in at us. "Good morning gentlemen," he said politely. "May I have your licence and registration please?"

"Do you have the registration?" Anderson asked me as he pulled out his wallet and fished out his licence. I opened the glove box and grabbed the registration. Really this thing should be called `everything but gloves box', or perhaps registration and operation manual box, which could be shortened to ROM box. I also got out my own licence, as it was going to be required at some point. I gave them to Anderson, who passed them to the officer.

"Is this your vehicle sir?" He asked Anderson, who was doing his best to stay calm even though I'm pretty sure his heart was pumping at five times it's normal speed.

"No, it's Justin's," he replied.

"It says here that it's registered to Colin Worthington. Who is that?"

"My husband," I replied. "You'll see the address on the registration and my licence are the same." I say that to reduce the amount of time it takes for verification. Some officers just accept that and let it go, others go run you through the computer against the international drug smuggler and crime syndicate terrorist databases. Others throw you on the hood, give you a full cavity search and fondle your balls a lot. Mostly that last one never happens, except in these really wild dreams I have.

"Where are you headed?" He asked.

Now this is one of those crossroad moments. Legally, you don't have to answer that question. All you have to do is supply your licence and registration. If you remind him of that, you're standing on principle; but you can expect the attitude of the officer to change as he now thinks you may be hiding something. If you tell him where you're going, you're submitting to unnecessary interrogation. He shouldn't ask, unless he's about to tell us a road is closed somewhere, but that's usually only at a road block. But he'd asked.

"We're taking a road trip. Not a lot of learners get to use a Bugatti when they're 16," I replied smiling.

"That is probably true," the officer nodded as he continued to scan the documents and look at us. Okay, I look way better in person than my licence, but who doesn't? "How do you two know each other?"

Okay, this is another question that I don't need to answer, but failing to do so would get us removed from the car until he could verify who we were? Wanna see how that works? Just kidding. I want to get back on the road. It's already bad enough that every car that goes by thinks we've been pulled over for speeding due to the type of car we're driving.

"We're friends," I replied.

"Yeah," Anderson added. "My little brother is friends with his son."

Terrific. Now we'll have to explain that. Wait for it...

"How old is your brother?"

"10," Anderson replied.

"And how old is your son?" He asked leaning over to look at me.

"Also 10," I replied.

He looked at my licence and then at me.

"You have a ten-year-old son?"

Might as well throw in the towel and have some fun now. We're obviously not going to be leaving right away. "I do. And a 14-year-old son. Both adopted," I added, but it won't make any difference now.

"Gentlemen, could I ask you to exit the vehicle and come around to the back of it, please."

"Officer, may I ask what we've been pulled over for?"

"I'll tell you that when you exit the vehicle, and come stand at the rear of it, please," he repeated.

He moved back to allow us to get out. I could see Anderson really ramping up the fear factor now, and he was visibly shaking by the time we got to the back of the vehicle. He told us to just rest against the car, but I reminded him that this is where the engine was and that to touch it would burn us. He rescinded his request and let us just stand on the shoulder.

"Wait there and I'll be right back gentlemen," he said as he walked back to his car.

"What's happening?" Anderson asked looking at me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Nope. But when you mentioned I had a son that was friends with your ten-year-old brother, it raised red flags for him. I'm 23 so I can't have a 10-year-old kid."

"Oh, sorry."

"Not your fault at all. Just how it is. I added to his flags when I mentioned Blake," I grinned. "Ever hear of a nine-year-old having a kid before?"

"What's he doing? Calling for air support?" Anderson joked weakly.

"Verifying our information. Making sure there's no amber alert out for you, or a stolen car alert for the Bugatti, probably. If we were in trouble, he'd have called for back up before he pulled us over. He's alone so it's obviously no big deal. There's no other cop standing at the back of the passenger side with a hand on his gun like those cop shows."

"Why would there be an Amber alert? I'm not missing, and I'm 16. Isn't that just for kids?"

"Sorry, buddy. You're technically still a kid. Although there's probably not a lot of Amber alert kids that get to drive their own getaway vehicle," I laughed. "Don't worry. I'm sure we're in their system enough by now that it'll be fine. This isn't the first time we've been through this. Both Blake and J.J. are in the system through the ministry, which will no doubt come up when they run my name. Plus, all our cars will show up too. Several of them are registered to me, and not just Colin."

"Wow. I'm sort of freaking out and you're just so chill," Anderson replied, looking at me.

"It's just like the nude beach buddy. After you've done it a few times it's just no big deal. Once they start running our information, it usually takes them a while as they check more and more things that pop up on their screen. We just wait. Fortunately, Kamloops uses the RCMP as their police force."

"Why is that fortunate?"

"They have access to the national database. Some local cop service would end up taking longer as they'd likely have to request extra information. I'm sure VPD and the RCMP work closely together."

"If you say so. Does it matter if I have an outstanding warrant for money laundering, suspicion of drug muling, serial killings, and jaywalking?" Anderson said giving me a grin, which showed he was slowly coming down from the adrenaline rush of being pulled over.

"Jaywalking? Maybe you could ask for a plea deal and get them to drop that one. Nah, they only care about traffic offences. You'll be fine."

The cop finished his computer cavity search on us and returned. He handed us our licences and the registration back. "Thank you, gentlemen. I apologize for the delay. I pulled you over as we got a report that two young people were taking a joy ride in an expensive sports car."

"Is that a crime now or something?" I asked trying to look confused.

"No sir," he smiled. "An overly enthusiastic citizen felt it prudent to report it though. As you pointed out, it's unusual for a 16-year-old to be driving a Bugatti, and no disrespect to you Mr. Masters, but you barely look much older yourself."

I smiled. "Thanks! A compliment like that may get me through the entire day. I'm guessing we're free to go?"

"Yes, sir. My apologies for the delay."

"Since we're already stopped, would you like to check out the car?"

"Is there anything inside the car that could cause further concern?" He asked professionally.

"Not unless you plan on touching the hot engine," I smiled. "Nothing illegal at all, if that's what you're worried about. One thing we've learned owning cars like this is people like to check them out. Even police officers. You are welcome to have a look."

"This is some car. What's the top speed on her?"

"On this road, exactly 90 kilometers an hour, sir," I joked. "On the speedway, it's rated for 380."

"So just like the cruiser there," he joked back. Anderson had completely relaxed now that the terrifying part was over.

We showed him around the car, and I offered to let him sit in it, but he declined as I knew he would. Probably with all those things on his bat utility belt, he wouldn't have been able to anyway. I'm guessing being on duty, it would be unprofessional to do more than just check it out from the outside. He shook our hands when we were done, and let us get on our way.

Anderson let out a huge sigh of relief as we moved back onto the road. "That was intense," he said wiping one hand at a time on his pants.

"But we survived, and now that you've had that cherry popped, when it happens again, you'll know what to expect."

"It'll happen again?" He asked concerned.

"Probably not this trip. Now that we're in the system, any cop that runs our plate will see this traffic stop and likely just ignore us. Unless we really are speeding, or they see that you're naked."

"Again I'm driving naked?" he laughed. "Damn. I really hate clothes, huh?"

"If only that were true, Anderson," I said patting his bare thigh. Shorts could be just as much fun as being naked, but I didn't tell him that. Last thing I need is for him to jump a mile when my hand goes up and grabs his junk. I would prefer we stay on the road. We drove with just the music playing as he settled down and got into the driving routine.

"Damn there's a lot of traffic," Anderson complained as we turned off Highway 1 onto the 97A.

Whoever numbered all these roads, sure had a fixation for the number 97. We had the 97, 97A, 97B, and 97C. All major roads in their own right. The only good thing is that the number continued the same into the United States. In my mind, the U.S. probably numbered theirs first, and to avoid confusing them, we just matched it. Then we kept the number as we branched other connecting roads off it. Last thing you want to do is change the number and have visitors think the change is something to do with metric that they don't understand. Even challenged people understand adding A, B, or C after something. Just ask Star Trek fans with NCC-1701 A-G, and beyond, on the Enterprise. You change the number of that ship and all hell will break loose. We'll leave the Federation and join the Romulans, or simply allow the Borg to assimilate us.

I realized I hadn't responded to Anderson during my internal thoughts about highway numbers. "Yeah, I think this is like a main artery for goods, but there's plenty of opportunity for it to thin out."

I did notice that Anderson was hesitant to pass vehicles without a passing lane. He would inch out to see if there was oncoming traffic, then change his mind and come back into our lane. "Buddy, this is one of the tough parts of driving. Going into the other lane with potential oncoming traffic can be scary, but if you can't see the DRL's from their car, you're usually safe to punch it. Just make sure you don't have a line of other vehicles in front of us so that you have a place to get back over if you need to."

"This is one thing I'm not super comfortable about. Even when my dad was teaching me to drive, I had trouble with this, and his car is basically a skateboard compared to this. If I wrecked this, I'd never be able to repay you."

"Dude," I laughed. "If you wrecked this while overtaking, we'd be dead from the head on collision, so like there'd be no need to repay anyone."

"That's super helpful. Now I'm thinking I should drive on the shoulder with the flashers on," he said as he wiped his hand on his pants again.

"I'm sorry. I was just teasing. Look at it this way. If any car could overtake quickly, it's this one. With the all-wheel drive, it'll scream past these vehicles with half the distance required for other cars. Once you decide to go, and you can't see the lights of an oncoming vehicle, commit, and just punch it. Trust me, you'll get the hang of it."

He nodded and then concentrated on trying to do it. I think we had another three false starts, and since I couldn't see past the trucks ahead of us, I couldn't really advise him of when I thought it was safe to go. We finally had a long straightaway that allowed for a lot of passing. Anderson changed lanes and punched it. We shot past people like they were parked. I almost wondered if he'd forgotten we were on the wrong side of the road, as we passed five trucks before getting back into our own lane. The grin on Anderson's face was electric.

"Holy shit! Did you see that? Like we smoked those trucks. Holy fuck. I think that gave me a boner! Fuck me, let's goooo!!!!"

I reached over to feel. "Nope. You're good," I assured him, somewhat disappointed.

"It was a metaphorical boner," he clarified.

"I could change that if you can drive while getting road head," I offered.

He laughed. "I've always wondered what that would actually be like. You see it in the movies where some guy in a convertible holds a girl with long blonde hair down on his lap, as they drive past big semis like we just did. But for the record, I'd never do something like that in one of these cars."

"Well, that's too bad," I teased as I ran my hand along his thigh. "I'd happily let you live out that fantasy."

"You might have missed the part where I said it was a girl with long blonde hair."

"Nope. I heard that, but I chose to ignore it. My boyfriend would never choose a girl over me," I chuckled.

"Fair enough. But I still wouldn't want one while trying to concentrate on driving."

I let him get back to driving with his metaphorical boner. Every time we approached a passing lane where the road widened, he adjusted himself in the seat in preparation. It was sort of cute to watch. He eagerly awaited his chance to floor it past as many cars as we could before the lane ended. I think we ended up playing a game with it to see if he could beat his passing record each time. At one point, we were spending more time on the wrong side of the road overtaking vehicles than we were on our side of the road. I've created a monster. A couple of times I think he got a little closer to oncoming traffic than he was prepared for and his driving calmed down for a few minutes until he got itchy to go faster again. He was a 16-year-old full of adrenaline and a new toy to enjoy, so the grin never left his face once. By the time we rolled into Kelowna, I'm pretty sure his metaphorical enlarged appendage was now literal.

I looked up where the hotel was and let the phone guide us there. We saw the resort and I think he looked slightly unhappy that the driving was about to end. I had him stop at a gas station first as you need to take the opportunity when it presents itself. We got out and stretched, taking a moment to smell the warm dry air of the Okanagan. This is like Canada's California, where we grow all the fruits and vegetables. It was one of the hottest driest areas in the province, maybe in the entire country. And tourists flock here like...like a flock of things that flock to places. Yeah...analogies are my jam, baby.

We pulled up at the front door to the beachside resort and the difference between this hotel and the last one was instantly obvious, as a valet ran out to meet us. I looked at Anderson. "Okay, time to be the rich kid. Tip him a hundred bucks. Dude will probably find ten excuses to talk to you after that, and will personally take responsibility for your car. Give him another hundred at some point, and he'll likely sleep with you."

"So, you're saying don't give him the second hundred," he laughed as we opened the doors.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Kelowna. Would you like your car valeted today?" He asked as if the only answer on the planet at this moment in time would be a yes.

"Do you have secure parking?" Anderson inquired.

"Yes sir, we have a separate gated parking lot for valet vehicles," he replied, obviously trying to sell us on the idea.

"Great. Sure. Thanks," Anderson said as he handed over the key fob. "Make sure no one else drives it as we're doing a road trip and testing mileage." Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the money I'd given him. He peeled off a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the guy, who, by the look in his face, would have happily paid us the hundred to drive the Bugatti.

"Yes sir! I'll look after it personally," he beamed. "Can I get your luggage for you?"

"Not a lot to get," Anderson replied and pulled the lever for the frunk. "Not exactly an SUV," he grinned as I retrieved the suitcase and partially empty backpack. It was funny watching the valet call Anderson, sir, as he was clearly closer to my age. But for the record, if he ever wants to do a road trip, I'd ride him.

I was mildly amused when Anderson came around the front of the car and grabbed my hand as we walked into the hotel. If it's a resort, do you still call it a hotel? I guess if I'm paying for it, I can call it what I want. Probably not bawdy house though... We checked in and headed to the room.

"Damn!" Anderson whistled as we entered. "This place is like my whole house and then some. Check out the size of that hot tub. You could easily get four people in there."

"Guess you're just going to have to invite two others back here tonight," I said looking around.

The bedroom was a separate room just off the living area. Easily four times the size of the hotel room we'd just left. The view of the water was also nicer than the non-existent view we had at the last place. It was clearly worth the extra money.

"Guys or girls?" He asked.

"Guys or girls, what?" I said having not been not focused.

"To invite to the hot tub."

"From my point of view, guys obviously, but if you think you can get a girl to hot tub with you, then I'd be interested in seeing how that goes, but you can't drop the role of boyfriend in the process," I said smirking.

I went over to check the bedroom, with Anderson right behind me. I pushed on the bed to test its quality...as you do apparently, then turned around to comment. Anderson had a big smile on his face before pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me. He had a mischievous look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me.

I wasn't about to complain as he pushed my shirt up over my head and completely removed it. He then removed his own shirt, before moving down to suck my nipples. I had no idea what he was up to, but I definitely wanted to see where it was going. He eased back up to look me directly in the eyes.

"Thank you so much for letting me drive. That was epic. I don't know which I liked more. Driving the Coq., at 250, or passing people all the time like we just did. I'm never gonna forget this weekend."

"I'm having fun too, and if it gets me rewards like this every time, I'm not going to forget it either."

He leaned in to kiss me again, so I took the opportunity to put my arms around his back and let him melt into me. He lay off to the side, and I had a feeling this sudden burst of passion might be over. I was wrong as he went for my belt and unfastened it. When he popped the top button, lowered the zipper, and shoved his hand inside to feel me over my underwear, I almost took over to ensure this wasn't stopping until I'd fucked the hell out of him. I chose to be mature and see how far he was planning on going. He struggled to get my pants off, before removing his own, leaving both of us in just our underwear. He lay back beside me again and gave me another kiss.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly, as you could see the nerves beginning. I'm wondering if this adrenaline rush was wearing off all of a sudden, bringing his straight boy mentality back.

"All I can say is if you were really my boyfriend, this would probably be the most epic day ever. I love spontaneous things."

He leaned in to kiss me again, only this time his hand went down inside my underwear, and I felt him grin as he realized that I was already three-quarters of the way to hard. He slid off the bed onto his knees and yanked my underwear off. I just raised my eyebrows curiously as I watched him. He grabbed my now hard erection and went down in it. Like before, he struggled with it, but it didn't stop his forward momentum. He lifted my feet up onto the bed, one at a time, and then pushed them back. He actually surprised me by pushing my balls back and licking my ass. He didn't do that for too long before he stood up and went to my backpack and pulled out the bottle of lube. Someone has been paying attention to where I kept it. He removed the rest of his clothes and came back towards me, waving the bottle and smiling.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked as he licked his lips.

"You never need to ask, no matter where we are. Just go for it," I smiled as he proceeded to lube both of us up. He pushed my legs back and stared intently at himself as he aimed his cock at its destination. He pushed in and began to fuck me. He was awkward at first, but I honestly don't think he cared. He held my ankles and watched himself fuck me.

"Is this okay?" He asked, looking at me.

"I'm getting fucked by a hot guy. How could it not be okay?" I replied quickly. Even if it hadn't actually been okay, there was no way I'd stop him. That would be crazy talk. I reached up to play with one of his nipples as I watched him fuck me. I let him go at his own speed and not direct the performance. I really wanted him to push me back on the bed and climb on top and rail the ever-loving hell out of me, but he basically just stood there thrusting his hips back and forth like a good straight boy. He lasted longer than I thought he would.

"I'm gonna cum. Should I just do it inside, or am I supposed to pull out and cum all over you?"

"Dealer's choice," I grinned. "But if you do cum all over me, you have to shove your dick back inside and give me at least three hard fucks as you come down from it."

He chose to cum inside me. I guess complicated directions don't sit well when your brain is tuned to the `I'm getting laid' mode. As he finished, he stared at me almost awaiting directions, before pulling back and letting his cock just flop out. I heard the pop, I swear.

I let him clean up, and we prepared to head to the marina for the flying water thing he'd booked for us. This is where you strap on some jet boots, and they pump water into them sending you flying into the air. By moving your body around, you can sort of fly over the water, or plummet to your death. I have life insurance, I'm good.

The Flyboard place was close enough that we could walk, which was fine as we'd been sitting all day. We'd changed into our bathing suits and taken a change of clothes along in our backpack. I think the boardwalk was a little too busy for Anderson, as he made no attempt to try and hold my hand, or act like my boyfriend this time. I was fine with it as we excitedly talked about the flyboarding. I didn't tell him that I'd tried this when Colin and I went to St. Lucia, as I didn't want to spoil his excitement. He'd gone to a lot of work researching and was enjoying telling me all about it. We got to watch it for a bit before it was our turn, and I still don't really have the kind of balancing skills needed to do this, but I can't deny it's fun. I can barely ride a skateboard. I mean I can do it, but first bump and I'm down. We watched as each attempt had the girl face planting in the water. To her credit she was back up again in a few minutes. Fortunately, you had to wear a helmet and lifejacket, so head trauma wouldn't likely be my cause of death. Probably it'd be from embarrassment.

We got some great instruction before we headed out in the boat, and I'll say they made it sound pretty simple. It actually is, as far a learning a sport goes. Toes down, you go forward. Toes up, you go backward. Press down on left or right leg and go that direction. You could even operate the thing underwater so you can shoot forward like you're a dolphin or something, then launch up into the air. You lean forward to dive into the water and then shoot back up again. It looked seriously epic. For the record, it's something you need to learn. You don't do loop di loops, dives, and breaches on your first try...at least I didn't.

For the review process of this, let's just say I was amazing and leave it at that. I struggled, let's be honest. But like surfing, there's this adrenaline rush the first time you get up and actually do it. It was actually a bit easier this time than when we'd done it down at St. Lucia, but I still fumbled a few times. Mostly when I over compensated and lost balance. It was still worth every penny in my mind.

Anderson was a whole other story. This guy is fearless. Once he had the basics of it, he was launching high up into the air, diving from great heights, then shooting straight back up to do it again. Then he spun like a fucking ballerina, before dropping down and skimming across the surface like he was on a jet ski. The boat operator kept up with him the entire time as he had to make sure there was enough hose to give him the freedom to move. I think at one point Anderson even did a flip in the air. I was so amazed by how well he did and I could see people cheering for him on the shore. That's my boyfriend right there! Well, my weekend boyfriend at least. When his hour was up, he was fueled by nothing but pure adrenaline.

"That was sick as fuck!" He said overly excited. "That's gotta be the coolest thing I've ever tried in my whole life."

I was grinning just from seeing how excited he was, so I didn't diminish his enjoyment and agreed with him.

"Have you tried efoiling?" The boat operator asked.

"No, what's that?" Anderson asked.

"It a self-propelled surfboard where you float over the water."

"Sick. Do you have that?" Anderson asked still pumped from the high of the flyboarding.

"We do. You should check it out when we get back to the dock."

And check it out we did. Lessons were $350 per person for two hours.

"Awww, damn that's expensive," Anderson said as he reviewed the available packages.

"We have the time if you want to do it," I said looking at him.

"Not really the time so much as the money. That's a crazy price," he said shaking his head.

"Anderson, buddy, that doesn't much sound like a spoiled rich kid. You do have money for something like this."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," he smiled. "Are you sure though? I figured you'd want it back when we got home."

"I'm thinking that using it for something you wouldn't normally spend money on is a good use of the money."

Efoiling was easier than flyboarding in my mind, but it still required instruction before we could make it happen. Once again, Anderson was better at it than me, and really enjoyed himself, but did say that the flyboarding was way more fun. When our time was up, we changed into dry clothes and took a tour of the harbour area, making sure to stop for ice cream on the way. With Colin, we'd share each other's ice cream at times, but Anderson turned down my offer to try my flavour. I really wondered if straight boys would at least take a lick of their friend's cone if offered. When I asked Anderson, I got a resounding no...never. More straight boy phobias.

My phone went off with a text, and it was the next part of our day about to begin. I replied to it and continued with our explorations of Kelowna's waterfront. My text went off again to let me know the progression taking place, so I slowly guided Anderson back towards the hotel.

I'm thinking this is going to be a lot of fun.

To be continued...