This story is completely fiction and standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended for adults only. It contains descriptions of sex between an adult and a teenage boy as well as between two teenage boys. If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy or male-male relationships aren't your thing, then exit now, don't read on. Otherwise, I hope you like the story.
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By Troy
"You said you were stretched out, you ought to be able to stretch some more," Bobby said. He reached over to get the poppers off the table and handed it to me, opened. "Here, take some of this and see if you think you can do it."
I sucked in the poppers a couple of times, long and deep, letting the boy know that I was game. Bobby was already on his haunches, stroking his cock.
He was so big that he was using both fists. He motioned for Christian.
"Okay, genius, how the hell do we do this?" Christian asked.
"Let him lie on top of you," Tuck told him.
I straddled Christian's muscular body and lowered myself onto his cock then laid back on him.
"Yeah, perfect," Bobby murmured, gazing at my now vulnerable butt. He was figuring it out for himself. He positioned himself on his knees between Christian's legs and aimed his cock at my already plugged asshole. Christian and I held still while Bobby tried to work his cock in alongside his buddy's cock. He fumbled at it a couple of times but the determination on his face told me he was going to do it one way or another, even if he had to drill me a new asshole. He slipped a couple of fingers into my asshole on top of Christian's cock and pulled and stretched my already loose sphincter muscle. He pulled it open enough to force the head of his cock through it, on top of his buddy's cock. I winced with the pain.
"You need some more poppers?" he asked me
"No," I said, shaking my head. I did, but I didn't want to be too far out when he started shoving his cock in me. It hurt but I wanted to experience everything this first time of being double-fucked, even the pain of entry.
"Here goes, then," Bobby said and with that he reared up and shoved cock in all the way.
"Awwwwhhhhh, fuck, man, this feels fucking' weird," Christian groaned,.
"Yeah, good weird," Bobby agreed as he began fucking my ass with his cock sliding along the top of Christian's meat. "You took it all right," he said to me.
"Yeah…you're good," I gasped.
"That hurting? Are we too much for you?" he asked.
"No. It feels incredible!" Being fucked by the two hunky teenagers at the same time ranked right up there with being fucked by Tuck, and I was wishing there was a way for all three of them to fuck me. I really wanted Tuck and Bobby to fuck me. Two cocks the size of theirs…..it would be some kind of record.
The new sensations the boys were experiencing, rubbing their cocks against each other inside my tight ass quickly took its toll.
"I'm gonna…..come….in about a minute," Christian gasped.
"Stop moving, try to hold off," Bobby said.
"You're the one that's moving. Your cock sliding back and forth on top of mine is what's getting me off," Christian said.
Bobby stopped moving and we lay still for a moment, except for the two big cocks throbbing inside me.
"It ain't working," Christian said in a desperate tone. "The way your cock's throbbing against mine…..I gotta come, man….now…..I can't hold it off!" Bobby started fucking me again, hard, determined to help his buddy get off. Christian cried out in anguish as his climax overtook him. I felt the powerful pulsations of his cock as he shot his load in me. "Aww, I can feel it," Bobby groaned as he fucked me. "I can feel your come shooting all over my cock. Goddam, it's hot. Ohh…..Oh….Ohh….Aww, I'm gonna come too!"
My insides were quickly awash with their hot, thick boy-come spurting like miniature cannons deep inside me. After a moment, Bobby collapsed on me, out of breath. We lay like that for only a moment or two before Christian complained that we were too heavy. Bobby raised up and extracted his cock from my ass. Christian's cock fell free and I felt the cool air wafting inside my gaping hole.
"Aww, man, you ought to see the come gushing out of your ass," Bobby said. It sounded crude but exciting, coming from him. "Man, we blasted him full of the stuff."
"I can feel it. It's running down all over my balls," Christian said. He let me lie atop him for a moment before he squirmed to get out from under me.
Bobby pulled Christian to his feet. "Can we use your shower again?" he asked.
The boys decided they should go back to their own cabin instead of spending the rest of the night out on my balcony. I wanted to encourage them to stay the night, as planned, but a bigger part of me wanted to be alone with Tuck. We had so little time left. The boys showered and got dressed.
"Hey, maybe we'll meet up again sometime," Bobby said, putting out his hand as we were saying good-bye.
"I certainly hope so," I said.
"Where're you from, anyway" Christian asked us. "Maybe we're close enough on the map that we can get together."
"Cleveland," Tuck said.
"A little town called Brownsburg," I said.
"Would that be Brownsburg, as in Indiana?" Bobby asked.
"You know Brownsburg!?" I asked, surprised.
"We're from Indianapolis!" Christian exclaimed. "Hey, we'll give you our phone numbers, you can call me. Shit, man, it'll be great."
"Yeah, we can celebrate my birthday when we all get back," Bobby said.
I felt a twinge inside, wondering which birthday it would be but I was afraid to ask. I got my answer anyway.
"Yeah, every year, it takes Bobby fourteen days to catch up with me, before we're both the same age again," Christian said.
The twinge turned into a tightness in my stomach that moved upward, nearly choking me as I waited to hear which birthday it was. But they left it at that. My breath became tighter in my lungs as the boys wrote down their phone numbers and Christian added his address. I was glad they didn't ask for mine, and I didn't offer it. I was happily relieved, the way Bobby told us good-bye.
"Well, I would kiss you, but this starts my week for girls," he joked.
I closed the door behind them and leaned against it and let out a soft sigh.
"You can say that again," Tuck said. "That was hot!"
"I still don't know how old Bobby is," I said.
"Look at him, he's gotta be nineteen. Or at least not that far from eighteen," Tuck said, trying to placate me.
"One day is too far," I said.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Tuck said. "We're on a cruise ship. Nobody ever sees anybody again. Hell, I had sex with them, too."
"Brownsburg is less than ten miles from Indianapolis," I said.
"Indianapolis is a big city. It would be a fluke if you ever met up with them again. Unless, of course, you plan to get in touch with them."
"Of course not. I'm just glad I didn't give them my phone number."
When they were gone Tuck said he needed to go to his cabin and pack some stuff and not leave it all to the last minute.
"Are you coming back?" I asked.
"If it's okay," he said. "If they left any of that for me?"
"You know there'll always be some left for you, although it might not be as tight as before. I'm up for the rest of the night."
A half hour later there was a knock at the door. I assumed it was Tuck.
I opened
the door to find Bobby standing there with a shit-eating grin.
"I've got this girl lined up. I met her at the teen club. All I need is a place," he said in a hushed tone.
I hesitated as it soaked in what he was asking.
"You wouldn't even have to leave," he went on. "We can use the balcony."
"When. Where is she?" I asked.
"Waiting on the landing, so right now if it's okay. Or I can bring her back later, but tonight's the only time we'll have. Whenever you say."
"No, it…..now is okay," I said.
"Great!" He rushed off, leaving me in a daze. I was almost breathless with excitement that I might just be able to watch the young stud fuck the girl. Fuck, it would be hot to see him in action. He came back a moment later with a very pretty brunet who was several years older then him.
There were no introductions. Bobby knew me and I knew Bobby and me and the
woman didn't need to be introduced. I almost asked if they wanted a mattress but he was
leading her through the cabin to the balcony. He grinned as he pulled the curtain shut.
"We'll try not to be long," he said. Then I heard the glass door sliding shut.
I wished he'd left the curtain open. The woman looked old for Bobby… .maybe mid-
twenties, definitely college age. But I still didn't know how old Bobby was and I
wondered if she knew, or if she cared.
Before long I was hearing groans and muffled squeals coming from the balcony even though the door was closed. He must be fucking her brains out, I thought. I longed to take a peek but I didn't want Bobby to see me spying on him. After about a half hour I wondered, if this was his "we won't be long" how long was a long time for the little stud. I was known to last two/three hours myself but horny teenager boys usually have a short fuse. Not Bobby. It was another twenty minutes before I heard the door slide open. Bobby shoved the curtain back and the woman stumbled past me to rush to the bathroom. She seemed dazed and disoriented.
"She's got come running down her legs," he whispered, laughing.
"I'm surprised she can even stand up." I said, glancing at my watch.
"I guess I took longer than I thought. Sorry."
"No, its okay, from the noise I heard, I was just thinking about that poor woman."
"Were we too loud?"
"Not for me," I said with a grin.
Bobby got dressed and he had the woman's clothes gathered up for her when she came out of the bathroom. She still had that dazed look about her, like she didn't know quite what'd happened to her. They left without her saying a word. Bobby thanked me with a nod and a wink. Tuck came back to my cabin a short time later.
"I just had Bobby here, with some woman he picked up."
"Just Bobby? Not the other kid?"
"No, just Bobby," I said.
"You stayed?"
"He said there was no reason for me to leave."
"You got to watch?" Tuck asked.
"No, they did it out on the balcony, and he pulled the curtain."
"Too bad."
"He fucked her eyeballs out. When she left she looked like she was in a stupor."
"Yeah, I could see how he could do that to a girl," he said.
"Actually, she wasn't a girl. She was in her mid-twenties," I said.
"That little fucker!" Then he said, "MMmmmm, you smell good."
"I'm up for whatever you want to do," I said.
I watched him strip down then he came and stood beside the bed with his big cock hanging out loosely and thick in my face. "This for starters," he said. "Then I wanta fuck your eyeballs out. Watching you and those two little studs really turned me on." I sucked his cock and turned him around so I could tongue his ass till he was so hot he couldn't wait to plunge his cock in me. He fucked me into the morning and he never touched me except as he would have touched a woman, holding my legs up or turning me over for a different position. There was a deep longing in me for him to reciprocate in some small way but he maintained his macho stance throughout. It just wasn't something he did. It was who he was and I accepted that. A thought of reciprocation would never enter his mind. But he surprised me.
"You know, there's only one thing missing," Tuck said as he was fucking me for the second time.
"What's that?"
"Well….." He hesitated like he wasn't going to say it. "If this had all worked out the way it was supposed to…..I would be kissing all over Cindy while I was making love to her."
My heart skipped a couple of beats. "Are you making love to me?" I asked.
"Maybe not, but its one hell of a good imitation," he said.
I didn't say anything and Tuck just kept looking at me as he fucked me, with something akin to longing in his eyes. Maybe he was making love to me in his own mind.
"It just seems like that should be a part of it," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"It's not like we haven't already kissed," I reminded him.
"Yes it is," he said. "With those boys…..well, that doesn't really count. Not like now, when it's just you and me."
I trembled inside as his handsome face came to mine. He kissed me first on the mouth; a gentle, passionate kiss that made me whimper. Our lips locked wide open and Tuck's tongue sought out mine. His cock bolted deep inside me as our tongues lashed around each other. Then he began kissing along my neck, and down my chest. I trembled when he flicked my tits with his tongue.
"You've got great pecs," he said. "Real nice tits."
"Thanks."
"They're almost as big as Cindy's. Except your pecs are much harder than her tits."
"I won't ask which you prefer," I said with a smile.
"I loved Cindy. Or I thought I did. But I don't think, now, that she could've ever made me feel like this."
"No man has ever made me feel like this," I said.
"There's such a big difference between the soft curves of a woman and the hard definition of a man's muscles," he said.
"I won't ask which you prefer," I said again.
"I sort of like the difference," he said. "Your muscles feel good."
"Your hands feel good," I told him.
"Do you want me to shot my load on you, or come in you this time? I'm not that close; just asking," he said.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to pull out…..if it's better for you that way…..fire it to me. Fill me up with it." I laughed softly. " The night's not over. It's not like there won't be another chance for you to shoot another load all over me."
"We don't have a whole lot of time left," he said.
"Then we need to make the best of it."
"I'm going to switch gears," he said. "I'm going to fuck you hard, okay? Really hard, like I think a man ought to be fucked."
"Go as hard as you want," I said.
Hard to Tuck was like he was playing football or something. He put all the power he had into his long, full-cock thrusts, slamming into me like a pile-driver. Then he slowed down and cork-screwed his cock into my ass. I barely recovered from one position before he began pounding me like a jack-hammer.
"Ohhh, Godd…..OHhh….Ohhhh, Godd, Tuck….Ohh, Fuck me…..Fuck me you bit stud…..OHhh, Geeznsss, don't stop. Don't stop, Tuck, you're gonna make me come.!"
He didn't stop but he slowed to a crawl so I wouldn't come. I left the pinnacle and drifted back off of my climax.
"Fuck, what're you doing to me? You had me so close, then you stop?"
"I didn't stop," he said as he thrust his cock in and out of me. "I don't want you to come yet."
"You could drive me out of my skull, you know."
"Yeah, I picked up on that early on," he said with a grin. "I could really put you through some torture. But don't worry, I'll make you come. I' ll make us come together."
He took me to the pinnacle and back a half dozen times, till I was nearly dizzy with pleasure. If he kept doing it, if I didn't come soon, I was going to go crazy.
"Hang on," he said then as he began to fuck me he hard again. Slow, slam-dunk thrusts that rocked the bed and rattled my teeth. As he picked up speed I hung on for dear life to the edges of the mattress. He was going to fuck me a new asshole, even more than the two teenagers when they double-cocked me.
When we came it was an explosion that must have rocked the ship. Tuck hit it first, deep inside my ass and at the feel of his first blast of hot come I opened up like a floodgate and started shooting, gushing come like a fire hose.
Tuck pulled out and finished shooting his load on me. All over me, mixing with my own come. I clung desperately to the edge of insanity as my head whirled around like a tornado. I couldn't focus. I couldn't breath. I choked, like I was sobbing. I think I might have even blacked out for a second. No one had ever fucked me like that before. Not even Tuck. Then I felt his cock sliding back in me!
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he held his cock very still deep inside me.
"My God, I don't know," I whimpered. "I don't know if I'll ever be all right again. Nobody ever fucked me like that, not even you."
"Good," he said, smiling. "I wanted to do something great for you."
"My Godd, Tuck, don't you know by now what you do to me?"
"I do now," he said. "The proof is all over you. All over both of us,"
he said, wiping some of my come off his chest. He held his finger out like he didn't know what to do with it. "You want this?" he asked.
I opened my mouth and he put his finger in my mouth for me to lick it off. He collapsed gently on top of me. We lay there for awhile then he rolled us over so we were on our sides, still with his cock buried inside me. As before, I never went down completely. Tuck did that to me. It was as if his virility flowed into me, for his cock was still hard, too.
"Is that thing every going to go down, long enough for you to get off the ship?" I asked jokingly.
"Not with you around," he said.
"If this cruise lasted a few more day I think I could be in love," I said, laughing.
Tuck laughed, a scoffing laugh.
"You don't think two guys can be in love?"
"Not unless they're both gay," he said.
"But one guy can love another, even though he's not gay," I said.
"Yeah, I suppose so. But don't say it. I don't want you to say it."
"All right, I won't say it. But know that I'm thinking it," I told him.
"Okay, let's leave it at that."
It was his macho thing again and I respected that. Being so damned studly and macho was much of what attracted me to him. After awhile we pulled apart and went to shower together.
"I think we should take a mattress out on the balcony and spend the rest of the night out there," Tuck said as we were drying off.
"That sounds like a plan."
"I know that's what I would do if……" He stopped and looked at me with a shrug. "Sorry, I don't mean to be comparing you to her," he said sheepishly.
"I don't take it that way," I said. "It's not like you're never going to think about her again. And I don't mind the comparison."
"You shouldn't," he said. "If it was a situation where I could have you both….well, it's hard to tell who would win out." He was inching his cock back and forth inside me as we talked. "Why don't I go back up and finish packing and bring my stuff down here?" he said.
When Tuck returned we took one of the mattresses out on the balcony and spread a sheet over it. Tuck got the top sheet in case we needed it.
"Too bad we don't have any more wine," he said.
"There are some wine coolers in the fridge," I said.
Tuck went to get the coolers and stepped onto the balcony with a glass in each hand.
"There should be a special toast," I said. I reached up for one glass and held it out to him. I put the glass up to dip the head of his cock in the wine.
"Whew! That's what I call a cooler," he gasped.
"Or a cock cooler," I said. "Your cock is so hot I could almost hear it sizzle in the wine." I lowered the glass and leaned up to suck the wine off of his cock. Tuck dropped to his knees beside me.
"Okay, something really special," he said. And with that, he dipped head of my cock in his wine. He held his glass up to mine and we drank the toast. "Does that make me gay by proxy?" he joked.
I was so touched by his surprise gesture that I started to well up. "I can't believe you did that," I said.
"I can't believe it either. I can't believe a lot of things that have happened these past few days." He looked at me with that look of longing again. "Or what might have happened if we'd met up earlier on the cruise."
"If we did have those few more days….are you thinking something could have developed between us, Tuck?" I dared to ask.
"I…..I don't know…….if you're ever in Cleveland," he said thoughtfully.
"Having said that, do you think there's a chance in hall that I WON"T be in
Cleveland? Hell, I would move there," I said.
"No, don't do that," he said, laughing. "I've got some things to work out, by myself first."
"I hope meeting up with me hasn't confused the issue," I said.
"No. No, I don't think so. If anything, you've helped make things more clear."
I wasn't sure how but I was glad he thought so. As the wine warmed us again I rested my leg over Tuck's thigh. He slid his arm under me and I nestled my face against his chest. He took his rubbery cock and rubbed it against the side of my butt.
"I hate to be a selfish glutton, but……," he began.
"I was thinking the same thing, but afraid you might start wearing out."
"That's never happened, and it sure as hell isn't going to happen now,"
he said. "I can go on as long as you want me to, as many times as you can handle me."
"Have you ever been on the bottom?" I asked.
"If you're thinking……."
"No, not that," I said. "Not a bottom. I mean have you ever had a woman on
top?"
"Yes, one. Do you want to get on top?"
"Yes, I want to rid you like a bronco."
"Come on," Tuck said as he stretched out for me.
After he had fucked me yet again we lay exhausted, both of us basking in the brisk breeze and the short time that was left.
"You should have gone to see what cabin number 7886 was all about," I said. "It might have been fun."
"I don't need any more fun than I've got right here," Tuck said. " Besides, with him, it would just be sex. Like with those boys."
"And? With me?"
"Well, you started out as my friend," he said.
"And ended up…..?"
"Well….my lover, for sure, for the time we've had together," he said.
"It gives me chills to hear you say that."
"It sort of jolted me, saying it. But its true, isn't it? At least for now?"
"I would like to think so," I said.
"You're always cautious about everything you say," he said.
"I don't want to be presumptuous."
"You're not. All you are is sexy," he said.
I laughed.
"I'm the one who shouldn't be presumption and I'm afraid I have been."
He raised up to cock himself up on one elbow and gazed at me. Up and down my body, like he was seeing me for the first time. He touched my chest and trailed his fingers across my pecs. Then suddenly he reached down and cupped my balls. I sucked in a little gasp. I was so surprised. When he took hold of my cock I couldn't stifle the soft groan that escaped my lips.
"I've never touched a guy like this before," he said huskily.
"I'm glad I'm your first"
"And last," he said. He pulled on my cock, as if to test its size and strength and texture, not playing with it or anything. "You've got a nice cock. Great balls, too."
"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you,' I said.
He held my cock in his hand till it got really stone-hard. Then he pumped the sheath up and down several times. My cock throbbed in his fist.
"Your hand feels good," I told him.
He pumped it a few more times as he gazed at it and I thought he might be thinking about going down on me. I prayed he would, just to try it. Just to have those full lips touch my cock, even for a brief few seconds, would be like a little piece of heaven. Then he gave my cock a hard squeeze. "I wish I could do it, but……." He let go, shaking his head. "Sorry."
"I told you, it's nothing to be worry about. We are all what we are, it' s as simple as that. And it's enough that you were even thinking about it."
"I'm sorry I got you all worked up for nothing," he said.
"It wasn't nothing" I said. "Just having your hand around my cock meant a lot. To know that you were even thinking about……."
"I guess I could……hell, why not?" he said as he reached for my cock again. "Hell, it's not like I never jacked myself off. A cock is a cock, right? "
"Not really, but I'm not going to argue the point."
"I guess I'm reciprocating," he said with a sly grin as he jacked me of.
"You could say that," I agreed.
"If anyone ever found out about this……"
"Who could possibly fine out? It's just between us."
"There's so much between us now," he said.
I was sure the guy next door was watching, that he'd been watching and listening since we came out on the balcony; probably even when us and the boys were out there. The thought sent a sudden rush through me; what I the guy had seen us with the boys and thought they were too young? But I shrugged it off and I didn't care but I hoped he didn't show himself and spook Tuck and ruin the mood.
"I wanta finish you off," he said. "I want to see you shoot."
"It may take awhile. It always does, by hand."
"Are you're saying I need to go down on you?" he asked with a sly grin.
"No, I wasn't saying that. I'm just saying it takes me a long time by hand. Probably because I've done it so damned much, my cock is numb to it."
"Yeah, haven't we all? Have you ever been in a circle-jerk, you know with more than one guy?" he asked.
"Who hasn't?"
"I haven't," he said.
"What a sheltered life you've had," I said. "You should have said something while the boys were here."
He laughed. "Yeah, we had so much time for a circle-jerk," he scoffed.
"I could find Paco," I offered.
"Paco is asleep."
"Paco is probably doing the same thing right now," I said.
"By himself, do you think? Or with the guy he shares a cabin with?"
"I don't know, but Paco should come with a warning label for any poor guy who is about to be assigned to the same cabin," I said.
Tuck gave me a confused look. "You sound like you know Paco pretty well. "
I smiled.
"How well DO you know him?" he asked.
"It was before you and I met," I said.
"No kidding! You got together with Paco?"
"Now do you want me to call him?" I asked.
Tuck shook his head. "No, I don't want Paco or anyone else intruding on the little time we have left. I'm glad those boys didn't stay the whole night."
"I am too. It was great with them but I was looking forward to just you and me for the time we have left, and hoping you were, too. We should be making good use of it."
"This isn't making good use of it?" he asked, squeezing my cock.
"Oh, this is wonderful, but I meant better use for you, too," I said.
"Then why don't you jack me off."
He turned so we were in a sixty-nine position and I started jacking him off too. We grew more relaxed and when I lay my head on Tuck's thigh, he laid his head on mine. I was in a mild delirium with Tuck's hand around my cock and his head on my thigh. Merely his touch was enough, although I wished with everything in me that he would touch my cock with his lips.
"Do you want some poppers?" I asked hoarsely.
"Trying to get me drugged up?" he asked with a grin.
"I was just asking," I said. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything."
"Poppers can be a dangerous thing." he said. "Especially in this position."
"Yeah, we saw what it did to those two boys," I said as I lapped at his cock.
"Do you think it will happen between them again?" he asked.
"Not with their aunt in the room," I said. "But when they get back home… you heard what Bobby said about fucking Christian when they got back home and Christian didn't voice any objection." I gave his cock a few more strokes in my mouth.
"The poppers certainly helped," Tuck said.
"Tuck, I'm not pressuring you, but……" I stated again.
"But what?" he asked. "There's something I have to say. I don't know what's going on in your head right now with your head down there and your hand wrapped around my cock and I don't think you know either, for sure. But you're not likely to find yourself in a situation like this again and I don't want you to regret it later… .that you had a chance to discover something about yourself, and didn't take that chance."
"Was that a lame attempt at getting me suck your cock or what?" he said with a nervous chuckle.
I didn't say anything. I'd already said what I wanted to say and there was nothing else, and besides, I had my mouth full of cock. I could be satisfied with him jacking me off.
Tuck kept squeezing my cock and now and then he would move his hand up and down the shaft, almost like he was doing me a token favor. I had my face buried way down between his buns when I realized that he was snorting poppers and I knew why.
"Tuck…..don't……unless you're sure," I said.
"If I was sure about anything, I wouldn't even be here in this position, would I?" he said.
I wished I could see his face, to see if the final vestiges of macho inhibitions were crumbling; where his desire might be taking him. The desire was there, I was sure of that. They say it's there in every man but I felt his inhibitions were too strong to even recognize that strangely forbidden desire in himself. I waited with baited breath. Nothing happened, except for his hand. I was intensely occupied with his butt. I had his asshole so loose and stretched that I could bury my tongue in it. I dug my fingers into the hole and stretched it open even more and gave him more of my tongue. He gasped and squealed with pleasure. I worked one finger into his ass, all the way, and he moaned louder. I got real brave then and worked another finger along beside it. He groaned and winced a little but made no attempt to stop me, or even move away from my hand. I wriggled my fingers around inside his hot, delicate asshole I danced them around on his prostate and that drove him over the top
"OHhh Godddd! Ohhh, fuck, I don't know what you're doing in there, but don't stop dong it! Ohh, Geezuss….Ohhh, Mannnn….keep doing that…....you're g-gonna make me come!"
His asshole gripped my fingers tightly then relaxed, then squeezed again then I felt his load surge through the thick vein between his legs. Seconds later he was bathing my chest with his hot load. "Goddam!" he gasped, when he was able. "Now I know what a girl feels like!"
"Not quite. A girl doesn't have a prostate," I said.
"Is that what you were hitting? My Godd, it's like I had a clit inside me. I can't believe how you made me come without even touching my cock.
"The nice thing about going off that way, most guys' cocks don't go down, just like yours," I said.
"Yeah, you can keep right on sucking it if you want," he said.
I went back down on his hard cock. Moments later I heard him taking some more poppers. He whinnied with pleasure as I sucked his cock and continued to finger his ass again. Then he was sucking in more poppers and I was thinking, Oh, Godd, he's gong to do it this time! Maybe the desire was stronger than his curiosity after all. Maybe he was finding his courage in that little brown bottle. He inhaled very slowly, but in deep, long breaths, and added a third and a fourth whiff for good measure. I felt his thick fingers tighten around my cock, squeezing and pulling on it and pumping it with his fist. Then I felt his hot breath and I trembled with anticipation.
"Aaaaawwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned aloud as he took my cock in his mouth. It was the most exquisite thing I'd ever felt. Virgin lips always are, but Tuck's full, pouting virgin lips felt incredible. I couldn't believe he was doing it! I couldn't believe it when he began moving his tongue around the head. He was sucking my cock! Not just holding it in his mouth. He was sucking it!! Up and down the shaft, now, and using his tongue! I relished the moment that I knew would pass all too quickly, as soon as the poppers wore off and he was fully aware of what he was doing. He did it longer than I expected. He stopped rather abruptly, then, and raised up. He held onto my cock for a moment, as if he might do it again, but then he let go of it.
"Sorry. I can't do it," he said.
"Aww, you did it," I said, still a little breathless. "You know what it' s like, now. Curiosity satisfied."
"Yeah, but the only thing I'm worried about is what fueled my curiosity. "
"Going down on me don't make you gay," I assured him. "You didn't like it. You won't do it again. It's as simple as that."
"Whew! I don't believe I did it this time," he said.
"I don't either."
"You knew I would, though, didn't you, with the poppers," he said.
"No. I felt you wanted to try something, but I wasn't sure you would."
"One thing I am sure of, I want to fuck you again," he said.
I didn't want to give up his cock. "Can I have your load first? Can you keep it up to fuck me if you give me a load?"
He laughed. "Give me a break. Has my cock gone down once in the last forty eight hours?"
Tuck kept the poppers handy while I sucked his cock. It heightened his pleasure almost to delirium. He got so hot he could hardly wait to fuck me; he was panting to get at me. When I finally got his load he wasn't even finished before he pulled his erupting cock out of my mouth, turned me over and plowed it into my ass. He paused several times to use the poppers and each time he fucked me more furiously. Then he turned me over and did it all again.
"Dam, that stuff turns you into a machine," I said.
"Yeah, a fucking machine. But you like it, don't you?" he said with a wide grin. "I wanta come again, then keep right on fucking you. I want to come as many times as I can and take you off as many times as you can make it."
I looked at my watch. "We can cram only so much sex into a two hour time period."
"Two hours, is that all the time we have?"
"If we're going to eat breakfast. We have to be out of the cabin by 8:00."
"Let's get cramming then," he said as he started fucking me harder.
Tuck knew how to cram. He fucked me twice more without ever losing his hardon, even though he shot off every time plus once in my mouth. The first was in me. The other one was all over me, mostly on my face and chest and shoulders. I thought it strange that he told me not to wipe it off. As he was sliding his cock back into me for the third time he reached for the bottle poppers again. When he was wailing on the stuff he set the bottle down and leaned over me as he continued pounding my ass.
"There's one more thing….I know I'm not gonna like it but I gotta try it," he said hoarsely. Then he leaned down and kissed me squarely on my come-covered mouth! He lapped his come from my lips and fed it to me with his tongue. We both whimpered and squealed with pleasure as I fed it back to him. I heard him swallow but I didn't know if he had swallowed any of his come.
He raised up with a heavy sigh. "Whew! That was hot!!!"
"I hope you still think so later," I said.
"Fuck, how the hell do you keep your ass so tight?"
"The size of your cock has something to do with my ass feeling so tight,"
I told him.
After the third time he fucked me I made love to Tuck's body for the short time we had left. I sucked his cock and his balls. I tongued his ass. I covered every inch of his muscular body with my mouth and tongue. I wanted to devour him. I got us both so hot that we both shot off together one last time.
Most of both loads were on Tuck and I was pleased that he didn't mind. We lay exhausted, finally, on each other's arms, gasping for breath.
"I suppose we ought to shower," he said.
"Yeah, but first……" I leaned over him and began lapping up our come from his glistening muscles.
"Aww, that is so fuckin' sexy," he said. "Shit, if we had a couple more hours, I think I would be asking you to come back to Cleveland with me," he joked.
"I'll see you in Cleveland," I promised.
We showered together but that's all it was; a nice, intimate shower.
"I never got any pictures," I said.
"Everybody else did," Tuck said. "Aren't they sending you copies?"
"Yes, but I have some film I want to use up. Do you mind?"
"Like this?" Tuck asked, holding the towel out from his naked body.
"For starters, then I would like for you to pose in the things I bought you. Are they in your back-pack?"
"Yes. I don't know how much time we've got, though," he said, glancing at
his watch.
"Wear the burgundy, then, will you? And the loin cloth."
Tuck dug out the loin cloth and slipped it on. His cock was fluffed up from so much sex, and the shower, and his manhood bulged something terrible. Then he put on the burgundy thong. It stuck out in a huge bulge, his manhood straining against the zipper and the silk material. Tuck did several poses standing and lying on the bed and kneeling.
"Pull the zipper down a little," I said.
He did some more poses with the zipper pulled apart. "If we keep this up, they're gonna be up here hauling our asses off the ship," he said. There was a soft tap at the door and then it opened. It was Paco. We had
forgotten to slip the Do-Not-Disturb card in the lock and he thought we had vacated the room.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were gone."
"It's okay, we were just leaving" I said.
"Like that?" Paco joked, motioning to our nakedness.
Tuck gathered up his clothes to put on. I checked my camera. There were four exposures left.
"Would you mind taking some pictures of us?" I asked Paco.
"No, not at all."
I walked over beside Tuck and stopped him from putting his clothes on. We posed for Paco then I let Tuck put his briefs on. I slipped mine on and we posed together again.
"Two more left, do you mind if I pose you for these?" Pack asked.
He turned us facing each other with our hands resting lightly on each other's hips. He pressed us together so our briefs were touching. " Now, look down at each other," he said. We did and he snapped the picture. Then he posed us with our hands on each other's butts for the next one, looking down at each other. I wished he'd taken the last one of us posed naked.
"Hey, Paco, we're sorry about the mess on the wall," Tuck said.
"I thought it was very impressive," he said with a smile. "I wish I could have seen it happen."
"We gotta get the fuck out of here before we miss breakfast," Tuck said as he scrambled into his clothes.
When we left my cabin we ran into the guy next door. I had the feeling he'd been watching and waiting for us. He flashed a wide, knowing smile and nodded good morning. I nodded back and let him go down the corridor in front of us. When we were at the elevator, Tuck had to go back and get his wallet he' d left laying on the bed. **
"I'll hold the elevator for you," the man said. He turned and smiled at me again. "How in the world did you land those two young studs last night?"
I must have blanched. He was watching us!
"They more or less found us," I said rather curtly.
"I didn't think you would mind if I watched," he said, apologetically. "You didn't care if I watched you and the big guy."
"Just so you didn't take any pictures," I said as nice as I could. But I was concerned that he surely saw how young the boys were. Tuck was quiet during breakfast and I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say either. It was as if any words we spoke would be anti-climactic. We went back to my cabin to get our back-packs. We lingered in the cabin, looking all around and at each other.
"I hate to leave," I said.
"This has been the most incredible three days of my life," Tuck said.
"I consider that a great compliment, considering it was supposed to be your honeymoon," I said.
"I don't think a honeymoon could have been any better," he said. Tuck turned suddenly and went to the door. He held it open for me to precede him. He glanced back, laughing. "Poor Paco is going to shit when he has to clean our cabin. It looks like a tornado went through the place."
"Paco will understand," I said. "I still think we should have called him."
We went to the theater to wait for debarkation orders. We took seats in the corner of the balcony, where we were pretty much alone. We sat in silence for a long time, just watching the people milling around below us.
"Funny, after all we've done together its hard to think of something to say," I said.
"Yeah. Words don't hardly describe it, do they?" he said. "Are you going to contact those boys?" he asked.
"No. Geezuss, I still don't think Bobby was over seventeen."
I saw Tuck look past me. "Speaking of which……."
I looked around to see Bobby and Christian walking through the lounge. I wanted to hope they wouldn't see us; that they would walk right past us. No such luck.
"Hey, guys," Christian said with a wide smile.
We exchanged greetings then Tuck did absolutely the wrong thing. He invited them to sit down. I felt weak in my stomach. I didn't want to be seen with these two young teenagers. Certainly not by their aunt; I sure as hell didn' t want her to know what I looked like.
"Where's your aunt?" I asked.
"She's in the shower," Bobby said. "I hope she gets out of the cabin pretty quick."
We talked about nothing, rather nervously skirting the one issue that I knew the boys wanted to bring up and I was deathly afraid they would. The pauses in our conversation made it more obvious that we were all nervous.
"What flight are you on?" Christian asked.
"Delta, 4456," I replied.
"Too bad we couldn't be on the same flight back to Indy," Bobby said. " Hey, you've got our phone numbers, right?" "Yes."
"Will you guys see each other again?" Christian asked me and Tuck.
"Possibly," Tuck replied before I had a chance to say anything.
"Possibly, my ass," Bobby scoffed. "What you guys have got going on, you guys will be living together in no time."
"There's nothing like that going on," I said.
"Hell, you're practically in love, anybody can see that," Christian said, directing his remark more to me than at Tuck.
"Hey guys, we need not to go there," Tuck said firmly, looking around warily.
"Oh. Yeah…..Okay, sorry."
"I just wanta say one thing," Bobby went on, his gaze fixed on me. " That was not only the most incredible time I ever had, it….you two guys changed my whole outlook on guys and gays."
"I'm glad for both of you," I said.
"So, are you planning on going on another cruise," Christian asked, rather quickly,
as if he wanted to divert the conversation.
"Not in the near future," I said.
Just then their flight was announced. They stood up, put out their hands out to me and Tuck, we shook hands then walked off. We both watched them walk away, their tight, firm butts churning sexily in their jeans. I saw several other people watching them and two women whispered something to each other.
"Damned impertinent kids," Tuck said.
"They were sure hot, though," I said as I watched the tight bubble butts churn out of sight.
"Yeah they were that," he agreed.
Tuck and I slipped into our quiet mode again and it seemed to be okay.
"I wish they would hurry up and call my flight," Tuck said.
"Just like a macho man; you've had your fun, now you're in a rush to get away from me," I joked.
He eyed me, squarely in the eye. "If you don't know better than that by now……."
I smiled that I was only kidding. For a moment I half expected him to ask me to come to Cleveland. Even if he wanted to, I thought he was too macho to say the words. But he said something just as good.
"Look, Brad…..I……this probably isn't the best place for true confessions, but….I gotta tell you, this has been the most incredible experience of my life," he said. He laughed softly. "I've had more sex in these last three days than I have my entire life, and it's been the greatest sex I ever had."
"That doesn't speak well for the women you've dated," I joked.
"What I'm tying to say is…..well, it's been, toward the end, anyway… ..it got to be more than just the sex. Shit, man, there were feelings starting to rise up in me. Feelings that scare me."
"I know it took a lot of guts for you to say that," I said. "Those feelings…. that's why you don't want me to come to Cleveland?" I asked.
He looked at me. "How did you know I was coming to that?"
"Like you said, these last three days have been more than sex,' I said.
"I feel I've gotten to know you pretty well, too. Don't worry. I won't come unless you want me to. I will write, though, because I'll have pictures to send you. It'll be up to you whether you write back or call. But just remember, you are welcome in Brownsburg any time; even if it's just to talk. I'm only a few minutes from the Indianapolis airport."
"Yeah, right," he scoffed. "Like I would come all the way to Indianapolis just to talk. Like I could. But thanks, it's good to know."
There was a long quiet and it seemed that what had taken place the last three days was being wiped away, and when we parted it would be as if it had never happened.
"There was one more thing I wanted you to do for me," I said.
"What's that?" he asked.
I looked at my watch. "Grab your back-pack," I said as I stood up.
"What? What're you doing? Where are we going?" Tuck asked as he snatched up his back-pack and followed me. "Brad, we don't have time….what if they call one of our flights?"
But I rushed on ahead of him to get the elevator. It swung open more quickly than it ever had and we went sailing up to the eighth deck. Neither of us said anything; we just looked at the floor. The elevator doors slid open and I rushed down the corridor toward my cabin. Luckily, Paco was in the hallway. He blinked with surprise and smiled when he saw us.
"Did you forget something? I didn't find anything in your cabin," he said.
"We need to get back in the cabin," I said.
Paco frowned and hesitated.
"Just five minutes," I pleaded and stuffed a five-dollar bill in his pocket.
"All right," he said, an unlocked the door.
Tuck followed me inside with a confused look. "Take off our clothes,' I said as I tossed my back-pack on the bed and began rummaging around in the side pocket.
"Why? What're you…..What if they call our flight?"
"It won't take long," I cut in. I found the XL sized condom and ripped the package open and handed it to him. "I want you to jack off in this for me, " I told him.
"What?" He was sill confused, but he was taking off his clothes.
"I'll suck your cock to help you along," I said. "I want you to shoot it full of hot come to take back home with me."
"I can do that without taking off my clothes," he said.
"No, I want to take the picture with me in my mind, of your muscles rippling and bulging when you jack off and trembling when you shoot."
If Tuck wasn't listening or understanding, his cock was. By the time he was down to his socks and shoes his cock was coming to stiff attention.
"What're you going to do with a condom full of my come?" he asked.
"Keep it for as long as I can," I said. I rolled the condom down over his oversized cock and gave it a few strokes with my hand to get him started. " Do you want me to suck it again for you?" I asked.
"It'd be better if you tongued my ass; that gets me hotter than anything, " he said.
I bent him over the bed and began tonguing his ass. He groaned out loud and his hand moved into high gear. I sucked up his swinging balls and lavered them with my tongue. I knew that made him hot too. I alternated between his balls and his ass, till he was squirming around on his hands and knees on the bed. The way he was gasping I knew he was getting close. I devoured his ass for a moment more then moved around to watch him shoot.
Tuck raised up on his haunches with his head tossed back in pained ecstasy. His fist pumped his huge cock furiously, then he added his other hand and jacked it till suddenly he lurched and his body shook and his muscles trembled and then he was coming. He shot into the condom so hard that it ballooned out with the sheer force and power of it. Gradually, he filled the tip that fit the head and the stuff kept shooting out and was soon gushing back around his cock within the tight confines of the condom. By the time he was done it looked like his cock was swimming in white-wash. He dropped his head with a loud gust of air.
"There! That a big enough load for you to take home?"
"Oh, Yesss! Oh, Mann, that was wonderful," I said as I carefully removed the condom from his cock. I tied it off at the end and held it up. It was nearly a third full of come! "Dam, I wish we could've saved all the come you' ve shot on this trip."
"Man, I gotta wash up again," Tuck said as he stepped back off the bed. "Paco is going to be pissed if we use the clean towels."
"Let me take care of it," I said as I dropped to my knees. "I'll clean it off for you." I lapped the warm come off of the shaft of his cock then took the head in my mouth to suck out the last drops of his load that might be lingering in the cum tube so it wouldn't soak through and leave stains in his jeans.
"Man, I never saw anybody so hungry for come," he said, laughing as he helped me to my feet.
While Tuck scrambled into his clothes I wrapped the condom in toilette paper and carefully put it in the soap dish inside my shaving kit. Paco was two doors down when we came out of the cabin. He smiled as we approached him.
"Thanks again, Paco," I said as I squeezed his arm.
We went back to the theater to wait. We were quiet again till Tuck shook his head and laughed softly. "You are one wild dude, you know that?"
"No more than you were able to handle, though," I said.
He turned to look squarely in my eyes. "I just thought of something. I had my honeymoon after all."
I laughed with him. "Well, I guess you did if you want to look at it that way."
"I'm never going to forget it," he said.
"Just don't let it be your last honeymoon," I said.
They called his flight first. We looked at each other and he stood up. I picked up his back-pack and handed it to him.
"Well, I guess this is it," he said, putting out his hand.
"I'll walk you out," I said.
We walked through the Schooner Bar and into the casino. There Tuck stopped and put his back-pack down.
"Fuck it," he said. "This calls for more than a handshake." With that he put his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I hugged him back. It was a full-body hug, our loins and thighs smashed as hard together as our chests.
"Godd, you feel good," I whispered.
"Yeah, you too, man," he said hoarsely. "I'm going to take this with me; I'm not going to forget how good you feel right now."
I thought for a second he might kiss me but we broke apart and he picked up his back-pack. I saw that his eyes were a little wet. I now mine were.
We walked the rest of the way, to the crowd gathering to get off the boat. As he moved into the crowd I went to a window where I could hopefully see him. Twice he looked back and our eyes met. The third time I saw him searching for me but he couldn't find me. I stepped out and waved and caught his attention.
"I had a great time!" he yelled.
I choked, which ruined my smile. As he disappeared through the exit I realized that people were staring at me. Instead of going to the window I rushed back to the Schooner Bar. I felt a sense of devastation, as if my life had ended. In a way it had, I suppose. At least a very important part of it. Certainly, anything else that happened in my life could not measure up to this. I needed a drink but of course the bar was closed. I went over to a window to see if I could see him, but the crowd was dissipating and he was nowhere to be seen.
"He got on the bus," someone said. I looked around to see a man, attractive, nicely built, not forty. "Did you love him?" he asked.
"Of course," I said with a scowl. "He's my brother."
"Oh."
I walked away, leaving the man red-faced. I was so ashamed of myself for lying. Why couldn't I admit to a perfect stranger that, yes, I did love him?
I waited another hour before my flight was called. I sat alone in my little corner of the balcony in the theater, trying to relive every moment of the last three days. A man came in and sat in the seat in front of me. Why, I wondered, when there were a hundred empty seats in the balcony. Then he twised around in his seat.
"It was tough, letting him go," he said.
I scowled at him. Who was he, and what did he know about me, and Tuck? I'd never seen him before, and it bothered me a little that this was the second person who had drawn conclusions about us.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we've met," I said, politely as I could.
"Not formally," he said. "But I hope you enjoyed the wine."
"Oh. Oh, yes, we did. Thank you."
"Your friend already thanked me," he said.
"I told him to thank you personally, but he wouldn't do it. He's a little shy."
"I don't believe that. The way he was strutting around at the pool in that burgundy thong…..but then, I can understand why, he wouldn't want to leave you for me."
I felt my face flush and I was angry that people were seeing right through me and assuming things. "It wasn't like that," I said firmly.
He looked at me with penetrating eyes that saw the truth in mine.
"Okay, it was like that," I admitted with a relaxed chuckle. "At least for me. Not for him, though. This cruise was supposed to be his honeymoon."
"And you believe he's going back home to his life and never give you another thought? If you believe that……well, don't count on it. I saw you hugging goodbye in the casino. That was no brotherly hug, and if I'm not mistaken, he initiated it."
"That doesn't mean he isn't going back home to his life and his girlfriend and never give me another thought," I said. "In fact, he asked me NOT to come to Cleveland."
"Did he give you his phone number, or his address," the man asked.
"Yes."
"Then he wants you to come to Cleveland. Maybe not right away, but in his own time. If he wanted to severe all ties, he wouldn't have given you his phone number and address, so there would be no chance that he would ever see you again."
"I hope you're right." I didn't know why I was talking to this man so freely about me and Tuck except that he seemed to understand. We stopped talking to listen to the flight announcements coming over the speakers. My flight was called and I reached for my back-pack. The man stood up and held out his hand.
"Good luck. I hope you see him again."
"Thanks, so do I," I said. So do I, I said again to myself as I walked toward the gang plank.
My flight back to Indianapolis was like a lifetime. The week behind me was like another life. I wondered if I would ever see Tuck again, and if not, would I ever get over him? I'd never felt like this about another person, during or after any relationship. I wondered if he and Cindy would reconcile and get married, or if he would find another girl deserving of him. I wondered if such a woman existed.
I was in a daze when I got home. I took the condom out of the soap dish and poured Tuck's load of come in a small vial and put it in the freezer. I didn't know how long it would last, but they freeze semen all the time; I could probably keep it for years. Then I washed the condom out and laid it out to dry. I couldn't believe how big it was laid out on the towel; and that Tuck had filled it with his cock. I unpacked my bags and did laundry….all except Tuck's jockstrap….and put shit away and sorted out the gifts I'd bought.
I put Tuck's jockstrap under my pillow. The first night I did that, it excited me so that I had to get off. I did it the way Paco showed me I could…..I sucked my own cock!! It was great but it didn't soothe the ache I had for Tuck. That same week the pictures arrived that the women had taken, plus some more that I forgot who took them. I waited to send them to Tuck. I was holding out for him to write or call me. It was foolish; and futile. I never heard from him. So I sent him the pictures with a short note.
Tuck:
Here are some more pictures. I think they're great. Where are you
putting all the pictures? Have you made up an album? This may sound
corny to a big, macho stud like you but I want you to know that I keep your
jockstrap under my pillow. The contents of the condom you filled for me
is in a sealed vial in the freezer. I figure they freeze semen all the time
in sperm banks so I should be able to keep it for years. If it goes bad I can always get more, right? I'm thinking about
jacking off a load of my own to mix with it; appropriate, don't you think? I washed the condom and let it dry good and will preserve it as long as I can. Seeing it laid out on the towel to dry, I found it hard to believe that you actually filled it up with your cock. I'll bet the islands and a lot of the ship's passengers are still reeling from you. I know I am. Okay, I won't go there. I need to hear from you, though. Take care, and I hope you have found the happiness you deserve.
Brad
My dazed stupor lasted for weeks. I couldn't get back into the swing of things; I couldn't adjust to being without Tuck. I thought of Christian and Bobby often. Actually, I longed to get with the two virile young studs again but it was out of the question. Even though Bobby would probably be eighteen by now, the deed was done when I was sure he was only seventeen and it was better that he not know where I lived. I wondered if Tuck ever thought of me. Surely, he would not forget me but that wasn't the same as thinking about me. Then one day I went the mailbox and found a letter from him. I got a little short of breath when I saw the letter, and my hands trembled as I opened it.
Brad:
It was great to hear from you. Thanks for all the pictures. Yes, I have
put them all in one album that can be put away and brought out discreetly
from time to time. Can't leave pictures like that out in my world. But then,
probably no tin yours either. I was impressed that you hold my jockstrap
in such high esteem. Yeah, I think it would be great to think of your come
and mine frozen in the same vial, for all eternity. If it goes bad, yeah,
we can always replace it. I thought it was kind of weird when you took me
back to the cabin at the last minute to fill up that condom but I'm sort of
impressed that you've kept it. I'm glad I was able to "fill it up" for you
with my cock. The islands may be reeling, but so am I. I'm still in a
daze over everything that happened. I haven't contacted Cindy and she
hasn't contacted me. It's just as well for now because I don't know how
convincing I could be that I actually missed her on my "honeymoon" after
spending those few days with you. As for finding happiness…..I don't know
just what happiness I deserve, but I'm not looking too hard. It will come
in time. Meanwhile, I am searching for a good time. You're going to love
this. I'm getting pretty bold after you showed me around that "brave new
world" and I found a nudist camp. An all-male nudist camp; interpreted……
mostly gay, plus a lot of straight guys looking, or curious. I didn't get
completely naked right away;I wore the burgundy thong (which is better
than being naked). Another guy came up to me and reminded me that it was
a nudist camp and that the thong looked terrific but I should take it off.
I told him he would have to take it off of me. He did. We were deep in the
woods but we had an audience of four other guys and needless to say,
things progressed from there. Reminded me of the cruise. There is a party
at the camp this weekend where everyone starts out wearing something. I'm going to wear my loin cloth. I would like for you to come up later in the summer and I'll take you to the camp. You would be a big hit there. Have
you met up with those two teenage hunks since you got back? I know you're reluctant, but we both know you want to. Go for it! You'll be hard
pressed to find young prime beef like that. So long for now; keep in touch!
Thanks again for showing me such a great time…..and for showing me.
Tuck
So he did think about me. And he wanted me to come to Cleveland! Just knowing that made life easier. I kept thinking about Bobby and Christian but my decision stood. I would not contact them. That risk would be with me for many years to come. I was working out in the yard one Saturday in late summer, getting things shaped up for the fall before I went to Cleveland. I live on the busy main road going through Brownsburg but my house is set way back from the road in a grove of trees. I never pay much attention to the constant stream of slow-moving traffic but the sound of a horn is rare and I looked up from raking when somebody beeped their horn several times. There was a pickup truck pulling into my driveway. I leaned my rake against a sapling and walked toward it, curious, to be sure, for I didn't know anyone who owned a pickup. Then they got out. It was Christian and Bobby! I think the whole neighborhood could hear my excited gasp of surprise. "Hey, Brad," Bobby yelled as he came around the front of the truck and the two boys came walking to meet me.
"Oh My Goddd!" I said quietly to myself. They both had on skin-tight shorts and
hiking shoes and baseball caps. That's all. No shirts. No sign of any pants or jeans; just
what looked like workout shorts.
"I guess we're in luck," Christian said. "We decided to drive out and just cruise
around town and see if we could find you. We never heard from you or anything."
"I lost your addresses," I lied. They were tucked safely in my top dresser drawer;
out of the way, but there if I ever changed my mind. We shook hands and I ogled their
massive young bodies. "It's great to see you guys," I said. And it was.
Not smart, but
great. I tried not to feel guilty with the two teenagers in my yard. But then, none of the
neighbors knew our relationship. I don't think any of them even knew I was gay.
Besides, the boys didn't look like teenagers. Bobby was even more muscular than ever
and Christian had put on a few pounds in the right places.
"Fuckin' great to see you," Bobby said. "Man, we talk about the cruise all time."
I was glad they'd found me. I was weak in the knees from looking at them and my
mouth went dry and my asshole twitched as I thought of everything we'd done together…
what we could do again. I turned toward the house.
"You got time for something cold to drink?" I asked.
"A cold beer would be great," Bobby said.
I glanced over my shoulder at the pickup. `I don't think so," I said. "You're
driving."
Christian can drive," he said.
"I've got Pepsi, iced tea or cold water," I said firmly.
I took them around to the back to the enclosed patio. Inside, it was cool and dark
from the screen blocking the sunlight. I offered them a seat and went inside to get the
drinks. I didn't know they had followed me in till I turned around from the refrigerator
and there they stood, smiling and sexy as all hell. Bobby dropped one hand to the front
of his shorts and brushed the bulge.
"You guys look like you just finished working out," I remarked.
"Naw, we just wear these to get attention," Bobby said, laughing.
"Well, it works," I said.
"Does it?" Christian asked with a sly grin.
That opened the door a crack and I had only to push it wider and close it quickly. I
didn't have the strength to close it.
"Well, did you guys take up where you left off when you got back home?" I asked
as I poured their Pepsi over ice.
"Shit, man, you got us on a roll," Bobby said. "We haven't stopped since we got
back."
"I'm surprised you're able to walk," I said to Christian.
"I'm surprised Bobby's able to talk. He ought to have a sore throat," Christian
said.
I smiled. "No shit?"
"Hey, I'm probably the second best cocksucker in the county, next to him," Bobby
said. "Not just any cock. Christian is the only guy I mess around with.
I still like girls,
so I don't go looking for cock."
"Have you, uh…..gone the other route yet?" I asked.
The boys looked at each other and Bobby sort of blushed.
"Tell him," Christian said.
"Okay, he……he busted my cherry about a week ago," Bobby admitted shyly but
a certain pride.
"Well, congratulations," I said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"I just wish I'd let it happen when we were on the cruise, when we were all four
together. I wish I'd let that guy fuck me. What was his name…..Tuck? Goddam, he was
a stud!"
"Did you guys stay in touch?" Christian asked me.
"We've exchanged a couple of short letters," I said. "I had to send him some
pictures from the cruise and he wrote a short note back. I'm going up to Cleveland next
week,"
"Didn't I tell you, you would?" Bobby said gleefully. "Hell, there'll be a For-Sale
sign out front when you get back."
"I'll bet you'll be glad to see him," Christian said.
"Yes. Actually, I'm glad to see you guys," I said.
"How glad?" Bobby asked with a mischievous grin as he rubbed his hand over the
bulge in his shorts. "Cause my cock's feeling awful glad to see you."
"How about your ass?" I asked with a wink.
He didn't say no but he was hesitant.
"He's only done it that one time," Christian said.
"Okay," Bobby said hoarsely, his face flushed. "Okay, you can fuck me. You can
both fuck me. But not at the same time," he added quickly.
I led the way upstairs to the master bedroom, where there was a king-size bed and
cottage windows that opened out to let the summer breeze in. The boys didn't waste any
time getting out of their shorts and jockstraps.
"Leave your boots on," I said.
"Yeah, Christian likes me to leave my boots on," Bobby said with a grin.
"You should see him in a tool belt," Christian said. "God, he makes a hot
construction worker."
"I'll be right back," I said. I went downstairs and out to the garage to get my tool
belt. I rushed back upstairs and handed it to Bobby. "Here, put it on."
Bobby slung the heavy tool belt around his lean waist and buckled it.
"Dam!" I swore softly. "You're right."
Christian giggled.
I moved closer and spread my hand over Bobby's chest. His pecs were hard as
stone. I leaned in and kissed his chest and flicked my tongue around his nipple.
"Awwwhhhhhh," he moaned, pressing his hand to the back of my head. "Awww, I
love it when Christian does that."
I took his cock in my hand. It pulsated, already so thick I couldn't reach around it.
"My ass is going to thank me for this," I said as I pulled on his cock.
The End