Hey, guys ... okay... so there was another "delay" in this series but I decided to keep it going a bit longer. As far as I can figure, living in a hick town and spending a lot of time in the woods constitutes "Rural", so the saga continues.
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True Beginnings #9: .'The Pits Part 1'....
a continuing story by CNJShore9
The town we had moved to the summer before my 9th grade was near a mining area that had a large number of 'open pit' mines. Because of the high clay content of the soil, they had filled with water and made for great swimming holes. There was also an abandoned gravel pit in the woods behind the high school that was also water-filled. Fortunately both (sets of pits) had a shallow shelf about 10- 15 feet from the shore before they dropped off to who-knows-how-deep, but, of course, all of us at that time were good swimmers and had no compunction about swimming out over the deep areas.
This story actually picks up the following year - summer between 9th and 10th grades. Other than my one-nighter with Pat in 9th grade (see Episode 4), we really didn't do much after that, and I stayed pretty much in the closet that school year. I will admit there were a few boys for whom I 'timed' my trips to the restroom so I might get a 'view' of things (they didn't know of "privacy shields" back then).
Anyway, back then the town we lived was in a 'dry' county (no beer, wine, or liquor), but the next county up - 8.4 miles to be exact - was 'wet' and had about 5 liquor stores within 100 yards of the county-line. Although the legal age was 21, we used to say "they will sell it to you, if you can get your own stroller thru the door." So the standard Saturday night plan was - go to "the line", get a six-pack or two, and then head for either "the mansion" or "the pits". Oh, I might add, this was with 'dates', so you can guess how the rest of those nights unfolded.
But this story is about "the pits", and maybe I'll tell all about "the mansion" in another episode.
Usually there were 3 or 4 couples crammed into one car (or truck - using the bed) and several carloads would meet up at the pre-designated location (in this case the designated mine pit).
Because I was not athletic and, to make matters worse, was a 'good student', I had already been 'branded' even though no one had any proof (except the football jock that kept his mouth shut). Yes, I was figuratively imprinted with the "Scarlet Q" on my forehead, so I decided to 'fix that'. I started 'dating' one of the kiss-and-tell-girls for cover.
We'd go out to the pits on Saturday night, we'd go skinny dipping, and I'd f*ck her brains loose so that she would come back Monday morning and tell all the girls at school. It was a good plan. It worked all the way through senior year...but I had other plans.
There was a cute little guy - friend of a friend - who never seemed to have a date. He always came along with us, drank the beer, went swimming, etc.. It was just a little too convenient to me. So one night I brought along a copy of the erotic "dog" story I typed for my football jock and, after a few beers, gave it to Robert. (never thought about it before... they were both Roberts) He read it using the dome light and I could see a bulge forming in his jeans. Since he swam with us, I had already noticed that he had a neat package and was uncut...and you know my penchant for that extra skin.
To make a long story short...I doused the dome light and then reached over and cupped his tackle through his tight, low-rider jeans. He just moaned and reached to return the favor. My "date" was sitting on a towel chatting with a couple other friends, as Robert and I stole off into the woods.
As soon as we were pretty well hidden, I pulled him up against me and we rubbed our hard cocks together through our jeans. It only took a minute and he was unbuckling my belt and pulling my jeans down. I, of course, returned that favor. Next thing I knew, we were rubbing our bare cocks against one another.
I had my arms and hands around him and was holding onto his tight little ass, pulling him tighter.
Then he sort of backed away, lifted my cock in his left hand and used his right hand to pull his foreskin back a bit. Then put them tip-to-tip and pushed his skin over both heads. I thought I had just reached the peak. It was years later that I learned the term "docking", but damn... I had started that with Sammy nearly ten years earlier.
Then he put them together, underside-to-underside, and began to stroke them. At that point I got the feeling that he was not 'new to this game'. Unfortunately, I had just finished 'fixing things for Monday morning' and even at 15 I had a little bit of 'recovery needed'. Besides, as good as it felt, I doubt that I would have reached orgasm in that manner. Not so for Robert, he started to pant and tremble, tightened his hand, sped up the stroke, and the next thing I knew, he was erupting cum over both our cocks.
It didn't shoot out, but just surged out through the skin nipple as he pushed the skin forward over the throbbing, distended head. To this day, that is to me the hottest thing on earth - to see the white cream as it spills out of the nipple, especially when it ends and there are still a few drops of white nestled inside that little cup of skin.
So I backed slightly away and began to jerk myself using that warm jizm as lube to pound Petey Jr. until I, then, returned THAT favor, shooting a rather healthy load into his curlies and on his cock and balls.
As a 'Be Prepared' Boy Scout (a great training ground for gays!!!), I had, as always, put a couple paper towels in my back pocket 'for emergencies' ... so we could clean up and button up, sauntering back to the assembled group at the pit.
Needless to say, we then stripped down and went back into the water to remove the tell-tale residue and potential smell of fresh cum.
When we came out, I moved back over to the blanket with Miss Kiss-and-Tell and popped the tab on another cold beer. Better yet...she had no idea...and even today - I met her at a class reunion - she still comes onto me (even with her husband there).
On the way home, Robert ended up sitting next to me in the back seat on my right side (Miss K-a-T on my left). Next thing I knew, he took my right hand and pulled it under the jacket on his lap and I could feel the warmth of his cock outside his zipper. I slowly stroked him to full height and then slowly worked that wonderfully loose skin back and forth, rubbing my thumb over his slick glans, until I felt him begin to jerk in my hand.
At that point he reached under with his right hand and had a paper napkin ready to catch whatever might escape. As his cock began to really swell and throb, he moved the napkin over the head and I felt his whole body go stiff next to me as he pumped out another load of cum. A little got onto my hand, so I lifted it up and wiped it on the napkin as well. (no.. I didn't lick it off. I didn't learn to do that until much, much later.)
But we had "established a pattern"...and that's the way it went the rest of the summer. He would join us in the skinny dipping, but then would move back when things got heavy (coupling). As soon as I was able to free myself ("gotta go pee" or whatever), he would meet me in the woods and we would have our own time together. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Robert after school started again (he lived in another town), but I still remember the feel of that cute little uncut cock in my hand. Unfortunately, I never got to feel that sweet meat up my lovehole. I dreamed about it sometimes. It would have 'fit' sooooo well, but he just wasn't into that then.
True Beginnings #9: .'The Pits Part 2'....
It was the gravel pit that had even more fun, I guess. I was introduced to it by the football jock one day.
He showed up at my door and asked it I wanted to go swimming.
I said "sure" thinking he was talking about the city/public pool right up the street from us. "Let me grab my suit," I said.
"Won't need it where we're going," he nonchalantly replied.
"Oh?" I answered, questioning.
"You ever been to the gravel pit behind the high school?" he asked.
"Didn't know there was one," I replied.
"Most people don't," he answered. "It's a 'well-kept secret' I think."
"Sure, let's go," I smiled as I closed the door behind me.
..and off we went... past the school and sports fields and into the woods. I really don't know how far into the woods we went (and even being there a number of times, I'm still not really sure) before there was a nice little pond/lake in a clearing.
As he got to the edge, he started to strip. Well...what the fuck...I did it as well.
As soon as he was naked, he walked into the water and I was not far behind.
We were able to walk out a few feet and then the gradual slope took a straight down dip. Being good swimmers, we didn't let it bother us. We swam around for a while, then, next thing I knew, he was right up tight behind me.
"Did you bring the Vaseline?" he asked.
"Shit, yes!! I don't go anywhere without it." I added.
"Great!!!" he exclaimed. "You ever been fucked in water before?" he asked.
"No...although I have fucked a girl in water at the pits. Fucked up the rubber and made it split," I added.
"Well...Vaseline is not affected by water." He told me.
"Sure," I said as I went ashore and pulled out one of my aluminum foil sachets of 'V".
"Spread it on your ass," he directed. "Makes no difference where it is as long as it's going to lube the hole," he explained.
"Sure," I repeated, as I squeezed the contents out onto my fingers and started to apply it to my ass- crack and hole.
"Now, c'mon back in," he again directed.
So I walked back into the water and then felt the drop-off and began treading water.
He came up behind me and wrapped those mammoth arms around me from the back. I could feel his chest against my back (okay... so I didn't know to call them 'pecs' back then)... then I felt him reach down with his right hand and aim his cock at my ass-crack.
I rotated my hips so that they were positioned to make my hole available. Then I felt it as his cock- head found its mark and began to press forward.
I really have no idea how many times he had fucked me before, but this was an all-new feeling. To have his dick begin to enter my chute while we were buoyed up by the water. Oh, fuck!!! I was in seventh - no, maybe, ninth -- heaven.....
"Oh!! Fuck!!! Oh!!! Man!!! He started to moan. I had never heard him being so vocal before. He tightened his arms around me, and began to thrust.
OMG!!! I never felt anything like that before.
"Yeah!!! Fuck it, babe!! Fuck it!!! I moaned in response.
That seemed to be the right thing to say, because he redoubled his efforts and began to shag my ass like he had never done so before.
"Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!!" he gurgled. "Oh...holy fuckin' shit!!! That is sooooo good!!! Take it man! Take it!!!! You're gonna be shittin' my cum for two weeks!!!!
All I could think was "I hope you do shoot that much!!!!"
"Ohhhhhh, God!! Ohhhhh, fuck!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh.... Awwwwwwww.... Jeeze.. Here it cums!!!!"
With that, he tightened his hold even more, driving all the air out my lungs... I was having trouble staying afloat, but .. what the hell !!!!!!! I have been fucked..and I have been fucked...but this was sooooo far beyond anything to-date, I would have gladly gone under.
Then I felt that broad, flat, helmet-headed fuck-stick start to swell and throb and then gusher after gusher of hot teen juice was being shot as far up me as he could reach. I almost expected it to come out my nose.
"Awwwww...good God!!!" he muttered behind me. "I think my balls are in your ass somewhere."
Always the wise-cracker, I turned over my shoulder and said, "I hope not. I need them still attached so you can do that again!!!"
Chuckling, he nuzzled my neck (a first!) and I asked, "please don't pull it out. Let's sit on the edge and you keep it in me."
So we moved over to the shallows and he sat there with me on his lap and his cock still imbedded in my hole.
That was also a first. But, unfortunately, he decided after about 3 minutes that it was time to leave. Pushing me off his lap, he stood up and walked out to his clothes and began to get dressed.
I stayed in the water long enough to do what I would have normally done over the toilet afterwards. Clearing my colon (boy pussy?) and wiping it clean. Then I got out and got dressed as well. By then Robert had disappeared into the woods heading for home.
I stayed around for a little bit, checking the area out so that I might be able to use it again. (little did I know for sure that I'd be back)
Hope you enjoyed the story ... it's true ... not like many of my 'fantasies' on Nifty ...
If you did like it, feel free to write to me. ...and if you didn't .. I do take "constructive criticism" (not "flames") ...
...and while you are at it .... This is a nice time of year, flowers are blooming, and it's great to spread a few more bucks around ... maybe to keep "Nifty" alive and well ......