Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2006 12:48:50 -0500
From: Sean Monteiro <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: Middle of Nowhere - Part 1

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are under
18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county,
state, country, planet, etc), please stop now.

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-Sean


It's kinda weird, the situation with Kevin and me. I met him when he was
dating my used-to-be-best friend, Maya. I always had a thing for him, though
me being me (I'm completely shy around guys, especially cute ones, and it
takes me forever to be able to look them in the eyes) I didn't really open
up to him until Kevin and Maya had been together for a couple of years. At
first we sort of had a love-hate relationship, because I had a crush on him,
yet he was convinced that Maya and I were screwing behind his back (hardly...I
don't do girls).

After awhile, Kevin and I kinda made a truce, which somewhere along the way
turned into friendship. He was like my big brother, protective of me
whenever people threatened me. Only then, things started to get complicated.
He started spending more time with me than with Maya. It happened slowly,
but it happened. She'd been screwing around on him behind his back anyway,
and always told me about how she didn't want him anymore. They started
seeing less and less of each other, but I still hung out with Kevin a lot.
More and more, as the winter wore on, we hung out during the evening, going
on adventures together and getting into trouble.

I remember the night he and I were driving around in my Acura, and we got to
talking about sex. Kevin had always identified as straight, so that's how
the conversation started. I listened to him talk hesitantly about the girls
he'd fucked in the past, and the thought of him on top of anyone, pushing
into them, taking them, even if it was a girl, made me so hard.

I knew he wasn't getting any from Maya at this point--I was her best friend
at the time, after all. I couldn't understand why she didn't want him to
fuck her blind every night--Kevin was tall, probably 6'2" or so, a little
taller than I like (I'm 5'9"). Dark brown spiky hair, and, like I said, the
most beautifully stunning blue-green eyes. Honestly, they had sparkles in
them. And even though he was a mechanic, he always dressed in the hottest
preppy clothes.

We pulled into the parking lot behind our old high school and the subject
turned to how long it'd been since we'd last gotten some. I commiserated
with him and told him it'd been a long time for me too, but with all the
jerking off I did, at least it kept my horniness at bay.

"So how often do you jerk off?" he asked, then laughed. "Damn. That sounds
like a cheesy pick-up line."

Cheesy, maybe, but it still made me start to swell in my boxers. "Well it
depends I guess...at least twice a day, usually more like five times."

"Really?" he asked, giving me that intent look that sent shivers through me.
"That much?"

"Yep," I said with a grin. "In the shower every morning and in bed every
night...and whenever I can in between classes and work and all that."

Kevin laughed softly and looked away. "You must drain yourself dry."

"That's my goal," I told him. "I mean, come on...what else is there to do
around here, especially in the winter, right?"

"Right," he said pensively.

We talked some more, mostly about straight sex stuff. I'd known since I was
about four years old (no kidding) that I liked guys, so my sexual
experiences with girls were limited, but there was some experimentation of
course, and Kevin seemed genuinely interested. When we said good night and
he was getting ready to go home, before he got out of my car, he looked at
me with that same intent gaze and said, "I had a good time tonight, Sean."

"Me too, man," I told him. I think using "man" in that context sounds
ridiculous, but when I'm around "straight" guys, I tend to lapse into it
without thinking.

"No," he said, continuing to look me full in the eyes. "I mean, I had a good
time." And without giving me time to really thing about that, he reached
across the console and hugged me. I said before I felt as if Kevin was my
brother, but we'd never really touched each other. He was quick about it,
like he was nervous, but I savored the feeling of his arms around me, the
scent of his cologne.

He pulled away much too quickly for my taste, and then said brightly, "So,
you doing anything tomorrow night?"

"Hmm, let's see," I said musingly, trying to put him at ease because he was
clearly uncomfortable and probably was afraid of how I'd take the hug. "I'm
single at the moment, I'm taking the next semester off, and we live in the
middle of nowhere, in a town that boasts six traffic lights total. Nope, not
much going on."

He smiled. "You want to go off-roading, then?"

"Hell yeah," I told him. We both opened our doors and got out of my car. I
ran a hand lovingly across the smooth paintjob on my RSX. "But let's take
your vehicle, OK? My baby can tear up the highway, but he's not made for fun
stuff like that."

Kevin laughed. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to ruin this pretty boy. Again." He
walked around the front of my car, admiring his handiwork. I'd gotten into a
bit of trouble last month, smashing the front end of my Acura driving way
too fast, racing these two jocks in an old Ford Probe. I might be a strictly
import car kind of guy, but I have a thing for Ford Probes. The pervert in
me likes the name, so I always smile when I see one. Anyway, Kevin had done
the body work for me on the front of my car, and it looked even sweeter now
than it had before.

"OK," Kevin said, standing there awkwardly. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Sure thing," I told him. And to my surprise, he came over and hugged me
again. Longer, this time. Because he's taller than me, I seemed to fit right
into his arms. The side of my face ended up against the collar of his
leather jacket. I could hear his heart beating. To be honest I was just a
little weirded out, I mean, it was over between Maya and him, but I'd been
his friend for three years now where he hadn't even shown a hint of any
feelings like this. But I always keep an open mind. As he walked away,
turning back once more to wave and smile before getting into his Explorer
and driving off, I stood there in the parking lot thinking about what had
just happened.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the side window of my Acura--dark jeans,
navy blue T-shirt, a white Hollister baseball cap from under which my auburn
bangs poked out, a metal ball-and-chain necklace...and I wondered, for the
first time, did Kevin think I was cute? Did I look good to him tonight?

I laughed at myself, got in the car, and drove home. In my bed, in the dark,
I jerked furiously at my hard cock, stopping several times when I was about
to cum, prolonging it, remembering the feel of Kevin holding me in his arms.
Even though I'd already cum twice that day, that image alone was enough for
me to shoot five times into my wadded-up boxers. Even then, I didn't get
soft, so I did it again, wondering what Kevin's cock looked like. As I came
the second time, biting my lip because it felt so good, I made a resolution:
I would find out what his cock looked like. If nothing more, at least that.
Finally, I had a mission to make those long winter nights more worthwhile.

The next night we met in the parking lot again. Kevin wore a really
hot-looking vintage Abercrombie sweater and khakis. He'd had his hair
cut--it was nice and spiky now, and he smelled even more of that hot cologne
of his--it reminded me of the woods in high summer, pine and cedar and
something else more elusive, more musky. Rich and masculine and virile. He
looked good enough to eat, and I felt something tingle in my stomach. If
he'd asked me to do anything, anything at all right then, I would have done
it.

Of course, I'd paid special attention to what I'd worn that evening, too.
Almost like it was a date. Kinda cute, huh? I was wearing a blue Hollister
polo shirt with one side of the collar turned up, flared jeans, and one of
those big leather wrist-straps. It was the wrist-strap he noticed first,
taking hold of my arm and bringing it closer to his face to get a better
look. His smiled widened. "Nice."

I had a sudden ridiculous though, that we'd both gotten dressed too nice to
really go off-roading, but as long as we didn't get out of the car we'd
probably be OK. I parked my Acura in a spot at the back of the parking lot
beneath a row of pine trees, climbed into Kevin's Explorer, and we took off.

I love things like off-roading. It must be one of those "growing up in the
country" things. I've always been big on exploring and going on adventures
and stuff like that, but growing up I never really had the opportunity to do
it very much. Kevin and I took off, leaving our small town behind, driving
up into the hills. At the first opportunity he swung the Explorer off the
road and into a field. I think it was state property, so we probably
would've been in trouble if we'd been discovered, but it was pretty late at
night, and our town's two night-duty policemen would be sitting on Main St.
hoping to catch speeders or drunk drivers.

We had to slow down, because the terrain was so uneven. You don't want to be
going even forty miles an hour if you suddenly encounter a huge hole that's
three feet deep. We drove across the field, down a path cleared between a
grove of trees, and eventually ended up along the canal that borders our
town. Across the water was a stretch of old railroad tracks, and beyond that
was about five miles of swamp before these sharp hills that seemed to reach
up into the sky. There was a full moon that night, plenty of light.

Kevin put the Explorer in park and leaned back in his seat. "Nice view,
yeah?"

"Yeah," I said dreamily. Meaning both him, and the scenery. Other guys can
have their fancy restaurants, their chic dance clubs and all that. There's
nothing more romantic, or arousing, to me, than to be out in the wilderness
alone with a hot guy who suddenly might be interested in me.

Kevin kept moving around in his seat, like a little boy who couldn't sit
still. "Hey Sean?" he finally said, looking straight ahead through the
windshield at the view beyond. That was odd; usually he looked at me while
he spoke to me.

"What?"

His lips quirked up in a grin. "You know how last night...we were talking
about jerking off..."

"Uh huh," I said, getting more comfy in the passenger's seat, resting my
back against the door so I could be facing him.

"Well I..." He coughed and mumbled something.

"What was that?" I asked, hoping my grin didn't seem too sardonic.

He turned to look at me then, and I felt pinned down by his eyes like I
never have before. "When I went home last night, I jerked off. Thinking
about...what you said, I mean, what you...fuck. I mean, about YOU. I jerked off
thinking about you."

My heart stopped working, I swear to God. As much as I might put on a show,
I'm really not that self-confident. So I wasn't being falsely modest when I
said, "Yeah right, Kev."

It wasn't the right thing to say. Something shifted in his eyes, like a wall
going up. I swore under my breath and reached out to grab his arm, not
really thinking about it. "Hang on. I didn't mean it like that. I just
didn't think...I mean..."

He smiled nervously. "I've never gotten hard over another guy before. Never
wanted to..."

My heart was definitely working again; it was going to pound its way out of
my chest. We suddenly both became aware that I was holding his arm. He
lowered his arm to the armrest, but used his free hand to keep mine where it
was. He covered my hand with his, slowly stroking my wrist with his thumb.
Maya used to complain about how he did that to her, how annoying it was.
Well obviously she just hadn't been able to appreciate it because it made me
hard in a matter of seconds. I was tempted to reach my free hand down into
my boxers and touch the head of my own dick, because I was dead sure it was
wet. I decided that might freak Kevin out a bit too much if I did that
(especially if I'd then tasted it, which I usually do. Hey, I never denied
being a pervert!)

I cleared my throat and squirmed in my seat. My cock was so hard it was
uncomfortable, but I didn't want to reach down and adjust myself because
that would mean having to take my hand away from Kevin, and what he was
doing, even just to my wrist, was making my whole body shake.

He noticed, and smiled. "You like that?"

I nodded.

He gave a genuine sigh of relief. "I guess I haven't completely lost it,
then."

"Lost what?" I asked lazily, not really caring as long as he kept stroking
my wrist like that.

"My touch, whatever." Suddenly he looked pained. "Maya never seemed
interested. It's been a long time, like we said last night." He shifted his
gaze, from my eyes, to the visible bulge in my jeans. "A really long time..."

I had a vivid image of him doing that thing with his hands, but instead of
on my wrist, somewhere else. I think I almost came right there in my pants,
without touching myself. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat. "It's
been a long time for me too." I opened my eyes again and looked at him. "And
you think you want..."

He reached over and put a finger on my lips. "Shh. Not think. Know."

I couldn't resist. I gently bit the tip of his finger, sucked it, and was
rewarded with a really deep, sexy groan. I love when a guy groans like that,
this deep animal sound, it totally makes me want to cum. A lot.

"Nobody's home tonight," he told me between deep breaths. "I've got the
house to myself. You want to..."

In response, I reached over and started the Explorer. "Drive. Now.
Off-roading can wait for another time."

He looked at me, smiled, and put the car in gear. It's a good thing we
didn't encounter those two night-duty cops on the way to his place, because
he was driving so fast they probably would have taken his license away.

We walked up the stairs to the front porch. He unlocked the door, gently
took hold of my arm and walked me inside. I thought that was cute, and hot,
at the same time. He slammed the door and we stood together in the dark
foyer, not bothering to turn on any lights.

Kevin pushed me back against the wall and kissed me. I'd fantasized about it
for a long time but never even dreamed that it'd ever happen. He was good at
it, too; true to the old cliché my head really did spin and my knees started
to buckle. He pushed himself against me, and I felt it--his erection against
my thigh. I reached down and squeezed it, and he moaned against the kiss,
sucked at my mouth with even more ferocity. I squeezed tighter and his knees
started to buckle, too.

He broke the kiss and nuzzled my neck. "Upstairs, baby."

He didn't have to tell me twice. We went upstairs, both of us running to get
there, like we were racing. We both started laughing, hysterically, halfway
up, each trying to get ahead of the other. We didn't turn on any lights as
we went, we just ran to his room, slammed the door shut, and got on his big
bed.

He lay me down on my back, gently. I thought it was sweet, but I don't him
he didn't have to be gentle. "Don't worry," he replied. "When we really get
into it, I won't be. It's been too fucking long!"

Really get into it. If my body could have gotten any more tingly, it would
have. I felt like I was floating. I didn't know quite what to expect,
whether it was just going to be a little mutual masturbation or maybe even
him letting me suck his cock, but it looked like he wanted to go all the
way. Which is my favorite, anyway.

He put his hands up underneath my polo shirt, using his big hands to trace
slow circles on my abs, then my pecs, then my armpits--that was the hottest,
reflexively I kept trying to arch upwards but he pinned me down with his
body. God, what the HELL was Maya thinking, throwing away all this? Oh well.
Her loss was my gain, right?

"Kev?" I asked as he shucked off his sweater and T-shirt, pulled off my
polo, and lay down on top of me with our chests touching.

"Yeah?" he asked as he started to bite my ear.

"How...why...fuck...never mind. Just...keep doing that."

His only response was a devilish laugh. Slowly the rest of our clothes came
off. We kissed some more, then I set to work exploring this body of his. And
I was not disappointed, not in the least. There was a very light dusting of
soft hair on his chest. I could smell his cologne, his deodorant, and the
faint scent of sweat, which mixed all together made me wicked hard again. I
kissed all the way down his stomach, following his happy trail, which made
him giggle like a little boy. I could sense his swollen, straining cock but
to tease him (and myself) I passed it by, running my hands along his legs,
which were muscular and covered in dark hair. I massaged his lower legs,
working my way up to his thighs. I guess I was doing something right,
judging by the way he was breathing. I kissed my way up his left thigh and
finally turned my attention to the part of him I'd fantasized about.

If there was such a thing as the perfect cock for me, it would have been
Kevin's. I ran my hand the length of it, making him even harder. The skin
was so smooth, and his pubic hair smelled so good, clean and musky. I took
his cock into my mouth and he nearly jumped off the bed. I worked my tongue
into his slit and was rewarded by some of his tangy precum. With my free
hand I reached under and felt myself--yep, definitely wet. Kevin saw what I
was doing, grabbed my hand that had been touching my own dick, and brought
it to his mouth. I moaned against his cock in my mouth as he sucked my
precum from my fingers. Fucking hot.

We moved around, all over the bed, but things started getting really
frenzied. Neither of us had gotten laid in months, and I needed him inside
me, had to have him. Now that I knew what was possible between us, I wanted
it all, and I wanted it now.

When he first entered me I, can't describe how good it felt. It'd been
awhile since I'd had anything fill me up, sure, but it was a hell of a lot
more than that. I'd expected just a good fuck, but as he buried himself
completely inside of me, as he rested his forehead on my shoulder before
starting to pound my ass, it was more than just a fuck. I think he knew it
too, from the way he held me the whole time.

But we both decided that those feelings, whatever they were, could wait. He
needed to sink his cock in something and cum like there was no tomorrow. I
needed a cock rammed up inside me to fill me with hot spunk. And hey, what
do you know, we both got our wish.

He was so loud when he came, and he held me so tight, so tight it might have
hurt had I not been totally high on the feeling of him shooting his hot cum
up my ass. Over and over he rammed that perfect cock of his home, moaning,
panting. He reached under me and gave my stiff cock a few quick jerks as he
finished unloading his semen into me, and I came with a shout, spraying the
sheets beneath us. It felt like I'd hit some untapped reserve of cum in my
body somewhere, I could feel it shooting up my cock and out of my body, so
much more than I'd ever shot before, even while a guy was fucking me.

"You done?" he asked, after a while.

"I think so," I laughed shakily.

"Me too," he said. "But I didn't want to waste any of it. I wanted you to
have it all."

We collapsed in an exhausted tangle on his bed. We lay there for probably
ten minutes or so, just listening to each other's breathing. With a loud
exhalation, he turned to look at me. "Wow."

"Yeah."

"That was amazing," he said.

"Yeah," I repeated, unable to say anything else. I'd hated to feel him pull
out of me, but I could still feel all that cum of his up inside of me. He
must have been saving up; I still felt full. It made me so horny, even now,
that he'd wanted every drop of his cum to be up inside of me. How fucking
hot is that.

After another minute he laughed. "You kinda made a mess of my bed."

I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. But it WAS your fault, after all. You made me
do it."

He smiled and put a hand on the side of my face. It was covered in my cum,
but I didn't care. "You want to take a shower?" he asked.

I moaned in delight. I love showers, especially with another guy. Especially
after he's just fucked me, and it's late, and we're both tired. That's the
best warm fuzzy feeling. "Let's go," I said.

It was as good as I'd imagined. We left the lights off, and climbed into the
shower together. After we cleaned ourselves off, using some of his
hot-smelling soap, he leaned his back against the wall and pulled me to him.
I lay the side of my face against his chest and we just let the warm water
stream down over us. The rest of the world outside the closed shower curtain
ceased it exist. It was just me, and him. Against my will, I started to cry.

Kevin noticed right away. "What?" he asked, his eyes wide with concern. He
cupped my face between his hands. His face fell. "You regret it, don't you."

"NO," I said firmly, gripping him tighter. "It's...the opposite, really."

"Oh," he said, and his gaze grew distant for a moment. "I get it."

Yeah. This is where it gets complicated. Some "straight" guys may get off on
fucking other guys, but they don't want any emotion involved. They don't
want it to ever go anywhere. And like it or not, my emotions were involved.
I didn't want them to be. But that's the way it goes. Kevin was already my
friend, the big brother I never had. Now I wasn't sure what else might be
developing.

It was like he could read my thoughts. "None of that is going to change,
Sean, don't be stupid!" He tweaked the end of my nose, and I laughed. "I'm
serious," he told me. "I remember the first time you told me I was like a
big brother to you. I think my heart melted, in a good way. I like the idea
of us as brothers, Sean."

"Pervert," I said with a grin.

"Oh come on," he laughed, "don't tell me you don't get off on the thought."

"Of course I get off on the thought," I replied.

I spent the night with him. We were both exhausted, but we only slept until
about 2:00 AM. I awoke to him licking the end of my dick, which was already
wet again. When he saw I was awake, he looked up at me. "One good fuck isn't
gonna make up for the months I had to go without any. You up for round two?"

I sat up, suddenly having an idea. "Yeah, Kev, for sure, but...but not here."

He paused. "Huh?"

"Well...I..." I'd had a fantasy of him fucking me in his Explorer for a long
time. Taking a deep breath, I told him about it.

A slow grin crept across his face. "Is that so?"

I nodded. "All those times we've driven around, exploring new places, it's
been so fucking cool. But...I'd always wished we could find a spot in the
woods, somewhere really in the middle of nowhere, where we can..."

He put his finger to my lips again. "Say no more. Just get dressed. I have
the perfect spot in mind."

We threw on our clothes, and raced each other all the way to his Explorer.