Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 21:54:10 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer at thirteen - Part 3

Summer at thirteen - Part 3
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)

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This story is my first attempt at pure fiction.  It is based on actual
events and real people and is a continuation of "Parts 1 and 2" in this
three part series. However, what I am writing is something close to what I
wish had happened.  Check at the end to see what really happened and which
parts are fiction.

Let me know if you like the story.  Maybe I will venture more into the
total fiction ... rather than just relating my remembrances of past
experiences.   Thanks to everyone who have commented on my stories so far
via email.   Your thoughts are appreciated ;-)

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The day after Ed delivered my groceries, I was once again back out doing my
nude sunbathing between the dunes in front of the cottage.  I was, however,
very cautious about letting my back get any more sun just yet.  The lotion
Ed had put on my back really helped settle down the sunburn I had gotten
... and was sure it would turn to a deep brown in a day or two.  I spent my
day between getting my front side baked and going down into the water for a
while.  By noon I felt I had done enough sunbathing for the day, so I spent
the afternoon in the shade in front of the cottage reading another book on
Ancient History.  I was a voracious reader on the topic.  Didn't matter if
it was about the Romans, Greeks or Egyptians ... I was fascinated with
their cultures and wars.

After dark, I again took the air mattress down to the water ... and once
again not a soul could be seen.  Normally I would wait until I waded out
into deep water before I took off my bathing suit and tied it to the air
mattress.  But this night I felt especially daring and remove it and tied
it securely to the mattress when I was half way across the beach.  What can
I say?  I love to be nude ... not exhibitionist nude .. just nude when no
one is likely to see me.

So I walked across the beach and went directly into the water ... walking
quite a ways out before hoisting myself up onto the mattress and settling
on my back so I could gaze up at the stars on this clear night.  Once
again, I made sure I was drifting straight back into the shoreline in front
of the cottage I was in ... and then lost myself in the twinkling lights
above.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, again, because I was suddenly
brought to consciousness with a bright light being shone in my eyes.

"You okay guy?" came a disembodied voice from behind the blinding light.

"Yes, I am fine.  But I would be better if you turned the light off."I
said.  The guy turned the light away from my eyes so it shone further down
my body.  I must have turned a couple thousand shades of red when the light
showed I was sporting a full hardon.

"Sorry ... I must have fallen asleep."  I said as I started to fumble for
the knot securing my bathing suit to the air mattress.  The guy, seeing
what I was trying to do, shut off his light finally and told me not to
worry about it ... that it was OK.  It was then I saw he was in one of
those blow up pontoon dingy type boats with a motor on the back.  Dang it
... it was one of the Park Rangers boats.

"I didn't hear you motor up." I stated.

"Its these new electric motors they make us use now.  Quiet ... so it
doesn't disturb the cottagers at night.  But they are no good if you try to
catch anyone" he chuckles.

"Well guess you caught me pretty good" I said timidly "I try not to let
anyone else see me when I come out on my air mattress at night."

"Like I said, don't worry about it.  You aren't in any trouble" he smiled.
"I have seen you out here before when I've been patrolling, but you were
way back up the beach from here.  The wind picked up and changed direction
and I was just concerned you might not have been aware of it."

I looked around and didn't recognize any of the shoreline, buildings or
cottages.

"Holy shit.  Where am I??"

"I'd say you drifted about 2 miles east of where I have normally seen you.
You stay at a cottage back there?"

"Yeah ... I am staying at the one they call the Rosemont for the summer."

"You are the 13 year old we've been told to check up on once in while?"

"Yeah ... I guess I am" I said with a crooked smile.

"You sure don't look no 13.  Here ... " he said as he threw me a rope "hang
onto this and I will tow you back to where you should be."

"Thanks mister, I really appreciate it" I said with honest sincerity.  If I
had gone ashore here I wouldn't have known which way to walk to get back to
the cottage.  I grabbed the rope when he tossed it and turned onto my
stomach while he towed me about 10 feet back from his boat.  The motor was
certainly quiet ... but I didn't try to talk to him while he dragged me
back to familiar territory.  And the boat was definitely slow ... it must
have taken us almost half an hour to get back to where I started.  Part way
back the wind picked up more and the water developed a definite chop to it
... so my air mattress started catching each of these waves smacking into
the front of it.  Each time a wave hit, the spray would hit me in the face
and I got a mouthful of water if it hit when my mouth was even slightly
open.  As we progressed the rope got harder to hold onto but there was no
way I was going to let go ... and it started biting into my palms pretty
deeply.

Just when I thought I would have to let go because the pain in palms from
holding the rope was becoming too much ... he turned his boat into shore
and I recognised the cottages and the dunes right in front of where I was
staying.  He beached his boat and started to pull me into shore along side
him.  I got off the mattress and as I was letting go of the rope I groaned
and swore rather loudly.

"Whats wrong" the park ranger asked.

"The rope bit into my hands in those choppy waves more than I thought.  I
think I may have drew blood."

"Shit ... I am sorry ... I didn't even think about that.  Here, let me see"
he said as he took his hand held flashlight in one hand and one of my
wrists in the other.  It felt worse than it looked ... but there was a wee
bit of blood ... but mostly it was just a rope burn.

"Come on" he said "we better doctor those up just to make sure you don't
get any infection.  Let me carry your air mattress and I will grab my first
aid kit and follow you up to the cottage."

"You don't have to do that ... really.  I can put something on the cuts and
burns when I get home."

"No way buddy.  We are supposed to keep an eye on you and if you got an
infection and they found out I did not doctor them ... it could mean my
job.  So ... move." he said with a grin.

When I reached for my trunks still attached to the air mattress, he said
"Don't worry about those.  Nobody is out here and I have already seen it
all ... so just start walking and I will follow you"

So I started walking, a little embarrassed because he was walking right
behind my naked butt.  And then I felt myself blush deeply again when I
further remembered he had also not only seen all of me naked ... but also
my hardon pointing to the sky when he came up beside me in his boat before
I woke up.  It was only after we got the shore that I actually got my first
look at him.  He was fairly young for a park ranger ... or maybe he was one
of the summer help hired from the universities to work just for the summer.
He was shorter than me, maybe 5'6" or 5'7" and by what I could judge,
seemed to be rather muscular and compact.  The "V" shaped torso from
shoulders to hips and a nice butt filling out the back of his shorts.  His
shorts and short sleeved shirt seemed to fit him especially tight and in
the quick flash of light from his flashlight as he inspected my hands, it
seemed he had a rather full package in front too.  But most of what I
gathered of his appearance was from seeing his silhouette in the starlit
night.

We got to the cottage and he just laid the air mattress with my bathing
suit still attached down on the ground next to the cottage.  And then he
followed me in through the door.

"Nice cottage ... I haven't seen it before.  I knew it was here, just had
no reason to venture up from the beach before.  And you are staying by
yourself here for the summer?  And only 13?  How did you arrange that?"  he
asked, as he sat down at the table under a ceiling light and started
ministering to my hands with gauze and ointments from his first aid kit.

"Well, I was supposed to be staying here with a family all summer, looking
after the kids when they wanted to go swimming because neither parent could
swim and I think they both were afraid of water.  Anyway, last week the
kids all came down with the Chicken Pox so the family went home.  My
parents and sister are way up north at our own cottage ... so it was either
I go home and stay alone ... or stay here and stay alone since the cottage
was already paid for until the end of the month.  So I decided to stay
here.  And then my brother will stop by on his way north to pick me up on
his way up to our cottage."

"Sounds like a good plan.  But aren't you afraid staying here alone?"

"Heck no.  I love it. I love the freedom"

"By the looks of that tan ... you've decided to enjoy more freedom than
most around here" he said with a laugh.

I grinned and blushed a bit more.  "What can I say ... I love to sunbathe
nude and get an all over tan.  And I guess somebody would think twice about
giving me a hassle because of my build and because I look older than I am
because of the hair and all."

"Yeah, you have a great build for a kid of your age.  And you are right the
hairy body sure makes you look older.  I don't think I have ever seen
anybody with that much hair"

I looked down in embarrassment, I felt like one of the kids at home was
starting to make fun of my body hair again.  The park ranger was finishing
up with my hands, which weren't nearly as bad off as I first thought.
Thankfully.  But with his comment he felt me mentally and emotionally (I
guess) withdraw from him ... but didn't actually move physically.

"I am sorry buddy.  Did I say something to upset you?"  he asked

"No, not really.  Its just with the kids back home, when they start saying
stuff about me having more hair than anyone they know, it usually leads to
some name calling and other hurtful stuff."  I said, trying to grin, but
still a tear from the memories rolled down my cheeks.

"Hey ... I hope you know I didn't mean anything by what I said" he said as
he put his hand on my shoulder "I was just stating a fact.  I think all
your body hair is kind of neat.  And I think your build is fantastic.
Stand up and let me see you in the light" he said as his warm toothy smile
returned.

When I hesitated, he continued "My name is Sal by the way ... short for
Salvador ... as in Salvador Dali.  My mother is an art nut.  Imagine naming
a kid Salvador ... Salvador Higgins if you can believe it.  You talk about
getting teased by kids ... can you imagine what I had to grow up with?  You
can call me Sal ... you can call me Salvador ... but if you call me Sally,
we are going to have words."  he said with a chuckle.  "I know your name is
Peter, at least that's the information I was given."

I nodded my head as he kept speaking "I hope between now and the end of the
month we can become friends."

I shook his offered hand and found myself once again warming up to his
friendly personality.

"I should go get dressed" I said as I made to get up from the chair.
Suddenly acutely aware again of my nudity.

"What?  Before I get a chance to check out your muscles?  No way buddy." he
said as he turned me to face him when I made to walk to my bedroom.  Then
he looked in my eyes and said "Do you mind buddy?  Can I check out your
muscles?"

"Sure, I guess" I said with a shrug

So Sal was checking out my arms, chest and abdomen, occasionally asking me
to tense this or flex that.  And then he turned me around to check out my
back the same way.  When his hands started on my butt, I guess my brain
started thinking his hands had started feeling pretty erotic because blood
started pumping into my teenage dick.  Sal checked my glutes and then ran
his fingers down my ass crack, his finger nails kind of scraping over my
pucker.  Then he sat in the chair behind me and started checking my calves
and moving slowly up my thighs ... and at the tops of my thighs his hands
worked between them, the side of his hand rubbing the bottom of my balls
and the area between them and my asshole.

Still seated, Sal then turned me around suddenly and my now fully hard cock
was staring him in the face.  With his hands gripping my tensed butt, Sal
pulled my hard dripping dick into his hot moist mouth.  I let out a groan
and grabbed his head and started fucking my short hard cock into his hungry
mouth.  Sal's hands had turned me on so much with his "muscle check" that
within a couple dozen strokes I was firing my load, glob after glob down
his sucking throat.  As my climax eased and my cock softened, Sal stood up
and I could clearly see his hard cock stretching the fabric of his pants in
a tube shape that pointed to his hip.

I reached out and caressed that hard cock and Sal moaned with the pleasure
my fingers gave him.  But he took my hand away and arranged his cock so it
was pointing straight up towards his waist band.

"Don't worry about me buddy ... this I am saving for my girlfriend" he said
with a smile as he ruffled the hair on my head.  He headed towards the door
and then turned around to look at me.

"Say, I am an art major in university.  Would you maybe pose for me for a
few sketches over the next few weeks?"

"What do you mean ... pose?"  I asked naively

"Well, I will have you stand or lay down in a certain way ... and you stay
like that while I draw you.  Nude." he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Sure ... although I think you could find better models out there.  When
would you want to do it"

"In the late afternoon.  That way, I can finish my shift and get my sleep
... and then come over before my shift starts that evening. I will grab my
supper before I come over ... and you can plan to eat either before or
after.  I can't pay you ... but I could bring the refreshments.  What do
you think?"

"Okay ... sounds good."

So the next afternoon, Sal started coming over and sketching me in various
poses ... totally nude.  Sometimes standing up, sometimes sitting or laying
down.  Invariably, I would develop a hardon during the session, and every
time Sal would come over to me and suck out a load.  As our sessions
continued, I started getting hard as soon as he arrived in anticipation of
what I knew was going to happen.  Every time I got hard, Sal was there to
suck me soft again.  After all, he had said, he was sketching art not
pornography.  But he would never take his clothes off and he never let me
take care of the inevitable hardon he would develop ... always saying that
that was for his girlfriend.  So I would just laze back and let Sal service
me.

Between Sal and Ed, my final weeks at the cottage were very .... ummmm
.. satisfying.

The final day of my stay at the cottage came ... so after Ed had woken me
up early with his now normal early morning routine ... I busied myself with
packing my clothes and making sure the cottage was spotless.

About noontime, my brother showed up, with a car full.  His girlfriend and
couple buddies and their girlfriends were going to go with us up to our
cottage.  Oh just great, I thought, now I am going to be squished in
between a bunch of people in a hot car.  Lovely.  Just then, another buddy
of my brother came into the driveway on his motorcycle ... it was Roy.  I
always like Roy, mainly because he was always civil to me, unlike most of
my brothers friends.  That 3 year age gap seemed to throw up a lot of walls
between me and them ... I was just that much younger than them for me to be
considered a nuisance.

Everyone piled out of the car to stretch a bit, and that's when I realised
my brother had a new girlfriend ... Sharon.  The same girl who I first had
sex with a few months before.  My brother and I look enough alike that
sometimes we got mistaken for each other.  Sharon had cornered me one
evening thinking I was my brother and started coming onto me real strong.
She had me so turned on so fast, and I just knew if I kept my mouth shut
that I was going to fuck my first pussy.  So I kept quiet and she rode me
like there was no tomorrow.  Next day at school, in front of a bunch of my
friends, she comes storming up madder than a wet hen and slaps me a good
one right across the face.  I didn't really know what to do, but when she
remained standing in front of me as if waiting for an explanation ...

I just said "What's wrong ... didn't you like it?  From what you were
saying last night I thought I was the best fuck you ever had."

Word spread around our small school pretty fast of course ... and in the
eyes of the guys ... I was "a god" for having gotten my first pussy at 13
and with a 16 year old girl to boot.  Anyway, she was still right pissed
with me, so there was no way I wanted to ride in the same car with her for
4 hours.  I guess the plan had been that Jan, Roy's girlfriend, would ride
on the motorcycle with him from here on ... but she was over there arguing
with him that she didn't want to now.  So I walked over to Roy and Jan and
asked if it would be okay if I rode on the bike behind him ... and I just
tilted my head towards Sharon.  They immediately understood, small school
remember, and Roy said it was fine by him with a huge grin on him face and
Jan leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a huge hug and said
"Thank you, thank you, thank you".

That settled, I locked up the cottage and ran the keys across the road to
the lady who owned the cottage ... thanked her ... and then rushed back so
we could be on our way.

Roy looked me up and down ... I had a t-shirt, shorts and sandals on.
"Don't you have any jeans or long pants on, a jacket maybe and heavier
shoes?"

"No ... why?"

"We are going to going down the highway at 60 or 70 miles per hour, despite
it being hot out its going to feel a lot cooler ... and if a bug hits you
its really going to sting."

"Well, I hadn't packed anything like that because until now I didn't need
it.  Sorry."  I said kind of sad because I figured I would now have to ride
in the car.

"You will have to sit up real close to me then, and hope my body will
shield yours from the worst of it"

"Yeah right" I said "that will be the day" and then broke into laughter.
You see, Roy was about my height, but he was so skinny you would have
thought a good wind would have blown him away.  I just could not imagine
his body being able to shield mine from anything.

Roy hopped on his motorcycle and started it up ... and I got onto the back
of it behind him.  Everyone else piled into the car and pulled out and
headed up the road.

Roy turns his head back "Move up closer, really press your body as close to
mine as you can ... its the only way I might be able to protect you."  I
did as he said, and then he continued "Now put your hands around my waist
and hold on real tight.  That's it.  Now your ready?"

I nodded my head, even though I wasn't too sure.  It was my first time on a
motorcycle.  And the front of my body was pressed up so tight to Roy's back
you couldn't have slipped a piece of paper between us.  Roy was in his
leathers and the smell from them was exciting my senses.  We started off
and soon we were speeding down the highway.  Thankfully, there wasn't much
traffic on the road and we could see my brothers car in the distance.  I
was surprised that Roy's leathers seemed to puff out with the flow of air
and he actually did do a pretty good job of shielding my larger frame
... just as long as I remained glued to his back.  At one point, the
vibrations of the engine and the roughness of the highway conspired to
start giving me a hardon.  As my cock continued to fill with blood, I moved
back a bit so Roy wouldn't feel it against his compact little butt.
Suddenly my shirt started flapping and it felt like someone was whipping me
... and the wind actually was feeling cold.

I guess Roy knew what was happening because I heard his voice just barely
above the noise "Move back up and hang on.  Don't worry about it, it
happens to me to.  Don't let it bug you sport.  I won't tell anyone."

So I moved back up to once again plaster my chest against his back ... and
my now hard dick lined automatically up and down along the leather encased
crack of his ass.

"Feels good, don't it?" Roy yelled back as his butt kind of wiggled against
my hardon.

"Oh yeah" I said into his ear as the sensation momentarily surprised me.
"This happens to you too?"

"Of course.  The engine revving and vibrating through the bike ... and then
add to it this road surface .. and any guy is going to get hard.  Here..."
he said, and then I felt his hand clasp mine and move it down to his crotch
where I indeed found a hard package that seemed to be all bundled up inside
his leather pants.  I groped him a bit ... and it was his turn to moan
loudly.

"I am glad its not gotten fully hard" he said "its pretty uncomfortable
just the way it is.  I forgot to reposition everything before we started
out."

Returning my hand up to clasp him again around his abdomen I said into his
ear "Yeah, it sure felt uncomfortable for you.  I am lucky, mine is
pointing straight up."

He laughed loudly and again wiggled his butt against my straining cock
"Yeah ... I can tell" and then we laughed together.

"Say, do me a favor will you?  Can you undo my pants and point mine over to
the side for me?  I hate to ask, but I can't do it myself with only one
hand ... and if I pull over I will lose sight of your brothers car."

"Ahhhhh ... sure, I guess ... if you really want me to."

Keeping my chin on Roy's shoulder and the front of my body pressed up as
best I could to his back, I moved my hands down to his waist.  I was
expecting buttons and a zipper, but what I found were those big metal snaps
... so undoing his pants were real easy.  I reached down into his pants and
maneuvered his semi hard cock and his fairly large balls into the open air.
Again Roy let out a loud moan ... this time I think of relief.

"Just leave them like that for a few minutes.  I love the air rushing past
my cock and balls like that."

So I moved my arms back up to once again grip his abdomen.

A few minutes later ... Roy turned his head to yell back at me again
"Listen, Peter.  You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"Of course not Roy.  Of all my brothers friends, you are the only one that
has always treated me decent.  I think of you as maybe my friend too
... not like you are with my brother ... but a friend just the same."

"And friends help friends ... right?  And they don't tell anyone else if
they agree not to, right?"

"Of course Roy.  That's what friends do."  I stated emphatically.

"Okay, then I am going to ask you another favor, but its gotta stay totally
between you and me.  Okay?"

"Okay Roy ... no problem.  What's the favor?"  I thought I knew, but Roy
kind of surprised me again.

"See the metal snaps that run down on each side of my pants on the front
and back?"

"Yeah, I saw them but I figured they were just decoration"

"Not really.  These pants are what they call chaps.  I can snap in this
center section and they turn into pants, or I can leave the section out and
wear them over a pair of pants." he explained.

"Oh, okay" I said, now understanding the construction of the pants a bit
better.

"Could you first unsnap the back flap for me?"

I reached between us and unsnapped the center portion from around his waist
band and down ... and as he lifted his butt for me I unsnapped just the
first set of snaps that was under him.

"Now ... you unzip your pants and point your cock down and move it under me
when I move my butt up again."

Again I did as he said, and when he sat his but down again my throbbing
cock was trapped between his butt crack and the unsnapped leather section
of his pants now laying on the seat.  His butt had been sweating in the
leather pants and it felt like a natural lubricant had just been applied to
my excited cock.

I kind of shifted my butt in a fucking motion, moving my cock back and
forth in his ass crack, and then I suddenly realised the added sensation I
was feeling rubbing on the top of my cock was Roy's slightly spasming
asshole.  Each time I moved back or forwards a bit ... his pucker would
spasm some more.  My head again on his shoulder, I once more groaned in his
ear.

"Now" he said "reach down front and unsnap the front portion for me until
the leather lays on the seat in front of me."

As I did as he asked, I could feel his fully hard cock bouncing against my
hands.  I wasn't sure if it was the wind, or the pulsing of his blood in
his shaft.  I couldn't see it ... but just with it slapping at my hand, it
felt huge.  I returned my arms to around Roy's waist and again hung on
tight ... occasionally fucking my hips a bit back and forth and each time
Roy and I groaned in unison.

I knew if I did that too many more times, I was going to shoot off, and
although it seemed Roy was enjoying it almost as much as me, I wasn't sure
how he would react if I shot a load on the inside of his leathers.

As if reading my mind, Roy shouts back "You can either keep doing what you
are doing and shoot off under me, or stroke yourself off with your hand and
shoot of on my bare back and ass .... but you have to do me one more favor.
Grab my dick and jack me off ... please Pete.  I really need to shoot a
load.  Will you be a buddy and help me?"

In response I moved my hand down to his now exposed pubic hairs and wrapped
my fingers around his hardon.  I stroked my hand up the full length of his
cock.  I could only see the top portion of it when I looked over his
shoulder ... but with the length of the stroke I made, that thing must have
been over 8 inches, maybe even 9 inches.  It was the longest cock I had
ever encountered so far.  And it was the first cock that had bulging veins
running the whole length of the shaft, wrapping themselves around his cock
like a vine or something.  As my fingers explored his cockhead ... which
felt almost like it was shaped like an arrow or something, a big supply of
precum oozed out and I used it to coat around the head and down the shaft.

I didn't waste any time after my initial exploration.  I started stroking
his cock in earnest while my other hand reached down to fondle his balls.
As I pounded on his all too ready prick and teased his nuts .. he was
moving his butt against my hard cock bringing me closer to orgasm.  I
started to cum first ... and as I shot off under him, some coating the back
of his balls, I moved my hand faster up and down his throbbing shaft.  Not
a dozen strokes later I felt his cock getting thicker in my hand and I
could actually feel the thickening of his shaft move up to his cockhead.  I
pointed his dick to the side ... just as he started firing his load.  Shot
after shot left his cock, only to be grabbed by the wind and whisked away
from us.  As the last of his orgasm oozed out of his cockhead, I cupped it
in my palm and brought it back to my mouth, licking my palm and my fingers
clean.

"Mmmmmm .... tastes kind of sweet" I said in Roy's ear.  Roy had managed so
well during the whole jack off session, keeping in total control of the
bike.  But the bike did waiver the slightest bit when I said that to him.

"Have you done this with other guys?" Roy hollers back

"Not exactly this, this is my first time on a motorcycle.  But yeah,
similar stuff."

"I thought you liked girls.  After all you got to dick Sharon before your
brother did."

"I like sex with both guys and girls.  I started with guys a couple years
ago, and you know when Sharon was" I said with a smile.

"Shit.  Here I thought I was corrupting a young kid.  You probably have had
sex more often than me.  You had a blow job yet?"

"Yeah, my first orgasm when I was 11 was when a friend blew me."

"Shit shit shit.  I haven't even had a blow job yet.  And sex with a guy,
hell, I only did it once, just like we did on the bike.  He is the one that
made me realize I didn't mind a guy shooting off in my crack as long as he
jerked me off at the same time.  And that only happened a couple weeks
ago."

"That wasn't my brother was it?"

"Are you kidding?  Your brother is so square you could cut yourself on his
edges."  I had to laugh at that one.

While we were talking, I kept stroking Roy's cock which hadn't gone
completely soft.  Roy's vibrating butt and the feel of the engine were also
working to bring my own cock to life again.  I started stroking Roy again
with more purpose and he soon sprung up to full hard again.

"How big is this cock of yours anyway?" I asked.

"About 9 and half inches" he said.

"Shit, that really is the biggest cock I have ever seen.  Although I
haven't really seen it yet"

"Well, play your cards right and you just might see it while we are up at
your cottage."  Roy said as he started moving his butt on my fully hard
cock, grinding his again spasming pucker down hard as he shifted back and
forth.  I didn't have to stroke Roy long before he shot off again with his
second orgasm.

I could feel his balls tightening up when I leaned over to his ear once
more and said "Roy ... you play your cards right and I just might give you
your first blow job, and then let you fuck me up the butt with this long
poker ... and then I want to flip you over and kiss and lick your ass all
over."

I had barely finished the sentence when Roy shot off ... I think even more
than the first time ... but still he maintained perfect control of the
bike.  His orgasm and the resulting increased motion of his ass while he
was fucking his dick into my hand caused me to erupt once more, once again
filling his leather pants under him.

We both managed to cum once more before we reached to turn off to our
cottage.

Things turned out better than if I had planned it.  The girls got the
dormitory over the boathouse ... my brothers other buddy slept on the cot
in my brothers room.  And I had to sleep in the tent because my parents had
an unexpected couple show up and they were assigned to my room.  So Roy had
the choice to either sleep on the couch ... which he declined because he
felt it would make everyone else change their habits since the kitchen and
living room were one big room.  So he chose to "put up with me" and sleep
in the tent.  And I educated Roy on the joys of guy - guy sex for the next
week.

Roy was really cool about my hairy body.  He hardly had any hair at all
.. any where.  So he was a little fascinated by all my hair.  He also loved
my all over tan ... and even my small dick especially when he decided to
suck on it a while.

The first night in the tent, when I was sure everyone was in bed for the
night, I leaned over and realised Roy had gone to sleep.  I unzipped his
sleeping bag and revealed his totally naked body.  Even soft, his dick was
long.  His skin was really pale, and he didn't have much in the way of
muscle definition.  I leaned over and used my lips to suck his soft cock
into my hot mouth.  And then I held it there as Roy continued to sleep
while my soft sucking awakened his cock.  I wasn't used to a cock that big
so when he got hard I had to back off to keep myself from gagging.  I
wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and that kept me from choking
when his hips would suddenly jerk up in his sleep.  As my mouth and tongue
became more active, Roy slowly woke up and realised what was happening.  He
grabbed his pillow and bit into it to keep his groans and whimpers more
silent ... and then he reached down, running his hands through my hair,
gently coaxing me to keep doing what I was doing.  I had no intention of
stopping.

As I sucked his cock the best way I knew how ... I fondled and teased his
balls and let one finger travel further to tickle and tease his tight
pucker.  At once point I brought my hand to my mouth and spit into my palm
... and as my mouth descended onto his throbbing cock again, I lubed Roy's
pucker with my spit and started inching my finger into his tight virgin
hole.  At one point he reached around to grab my wrist, but I "went for
gold" and jammed my finger up his butt immediately hitting and massaging
his prostate.  I moved my fingertip back and forth on the hard nut until
Roy moved his hand from my wrist and his legs opened wider giving me free
access.  Then I matched the in and out strokes of my finger with the
bobbing up and down of my mouth on his dick.  Soon he was moaning
... thrusting his hips up into my mouth and then down onto my finger which
would then again ravage his virgin butt.  Suddenly Roy tensed, arching his
body off the ground while his hands jammed his cock as far down my throat
as my restraining hand would permit ... and then I was practically choking
on his load.  I swallowed his load as best I could but there was cum
dripping down around his shaft and at one point I had choked and cum came
out my nose, but I kept that big cock in my mouth, sucking on it, until it
had gone completely soft.  And then I licked and sucked all the cum I had
missed off of his body.  He groaned in discomfort when I pulled my finger
from his butt.

I was, understandably, at full hard by this time, with my own sleeping bag
flung off me.  Roy looked over at my hard cock, and then leaned over me.
He stroked my cock a few times and then he lowered his lips, kissed the
head and then opened his mouth.  He sucked my cock into his mouth as he
moved his head down ... and then suddenly he sat up ... taking my throbbing
erection in his hand once more.

"I'm sorry" he said "I can't do that.  But I will jack you off if you
want."

I just groaned a yes ... and he started stroking my prick.  You could tell
he hadn't done it to someone else before, or at least not too many times.
But that didn't matter.  Within a dozen strokes I was shooting my load into
the air and it was landing back on my chest and then my abdomen as my
orgasm started easing up.  He stroked me gently until I was soft, and then
he just rolled over, zipped up his sleeping bag and was snoring before I
had time to clean myself up.  That was fine with me, after all, it was just
sex ... and we'd had it.

The next night, Roy was still awake when everyone else settled down.  I
again reached over and unzipped his sleeping bad, but this time I was
greeted by his fully hard throbbing dick.  I reached under my pillow to
retrieve the Vaseline I had hid there earlier, got some on my fingers and
greased Roy's dick up real good.  Then he watched as I took another dollop
and greased my butthole up, making sure I pushed some inside.  Then I got
on my knees with my head down and my butt in the air.  Roy really was new
at this, he jumped up behind and got ready to ram his dick right into me.

I stalled him and told him he had to use his fingers to loosen me up first
... before he just rammed that thing between his legs up there.  As I
looked back, I saw him tentatively move his finger towards my waiting butt
hole.  He hesitated a bit too long for me.

"Look Roy.  I am clean in there, I gave myself an enema after supper.  So
just wiggle your fingers in one at a time and just loosen my pucker up.
For God's sake, you feel its clean enough for dick but not for you fingers?
If you want to use it, you better be ready to prepare it."

Suddenly he just jammed his index finger right into me and I gasped with
the sudden pain of the intrusion.

"Geez, I told you to wiggle your fingers in one at a time ... not tear it
all to heck.  Now ... be gentle or the whole thing is off." I growled.

Roy continued, still a little rough, but getting better.  By the time he
had three fingers slipping in and out, I figured I was ready.

"Okay, now slowly take your fingers out and put your cock in.  But slowly,
I have never had anything that big up there"

So Roy carefully and slowly eased his hard dick into me.  I still had to
teach him that when I tell him "Wait a minute" it doesn't mean to keep
pushing ... but through a bunch of stabs of pain for me and some moans of
pleasure from him ... I finally felt his small patch of pubic hair
scratching my butt.  He held himself there for a few minutes.  He said if
he moved he would shoot his load.  So a few minutes later, he started a
slow fuck of my teenage butt.  Like with the handjob, he was a bit clumsy,
but he was sure getting the job done.

That first night Roy fucked me, I thought we were busted for sure.  I guess
I was grunting a little too loud ... after all, Roy's dick was going
further than any cock before and it wasn't exactly comfortable.  Anyway,
Dad had come outside for a little walk because he couldn't sleep.

Next thing I know, I hear Dad's loud whisper "Peter, Peter, wake up.  You
are dreaming and you don't want to wake Roy up."

"Sorry Dad.  Yeah, guess I was dreaming." I said as both Roy and I stifled
our laughter.

When we heard the cottage door shut, Roy continued fucking my now hungry
butt.  I moved back and forth ... meeting each of this thrusts.  He kept up
his slow pace for a long while ... and then without warning shifted into
high gear.  Gripping my hips tightly as he rabbit fucked me good.  About a
dozen or so strokes later ... I felt his cum coating the walls of my ass.
When he finished cumming, he continued to stroke in and out of my ass until
his cock went soft and slipped out.  He fell back on his sleeping bag and I
flipped over onto my back on mine.

After he caught his breath, he looked over at my cock pointing to the
ceiling.  When he didn't make a move to get me off ... I took his hand and
wrapped his fingers around my hard dick.  Still, no movement of his hand.
So, I educated him a bit more.  If he wants to fuck my mouth or ass every
night, he better get used to the idea he is going to have to jerk me off.
Either before he gets off or after, I don't care which, but at some point
he is going to get me off too.  So he started jacking me off, better than
the first night, and shortly I was shooting all over myself again.

He learned.  The next night ... before I initiated anything, he reached
over and jacked me off real good ... and then he fucked me again.  I woke
up one morning at first light and Roy was sleeping on his stomach with the
sleeping bag shoved down well below his cute little butt. I settled myself
behind him and started licking and kissing his fine ass.  I made my way
down his crack until my tongue found his tight little pucker.  I licked all
around it and probed into it a bit.  Roy groaned in his sleep and
unconsciously raised his hips to give my lips and tongue better access.  I
had only heard of "eating butt" ... I had never had it done to me nor had I
wanted to do it to anyone else until then.  I did the best I could ... and
soon Roy was wide awake and practically whimpering into his pillow.  I
reached between his spread legs to run my hand up his now hard cock.  I
continued lick with my tongue and stroking with my hand until he was real
close to cumming and then I wiggled my index finger up his loosened asshole
to rub against his prostate.  Suddenly, his pucker clamped down hard on my
finger and I could feel his cock shooting jet after jet of his ropey cum
onto the sleeping bag while he was practically crying into his pillow.  As
his orgasm eased, I slowly removed my finger ... gave his cock a couple
more tugs and then moved back to my sleeping bag as he sank down onto his.

For the first time he spoke after the sex "That was totally amazing.
Totally." he said with a huge grin.

All in all ... it was a very good summer for me that year.  July was kind
of slow and boring, but August sure made up for it.

**************************************************************** Actually,
the events surrounding Sal are pretty much true ... surprisingly.  I was
tempted to add some fiction where I got Sal naked and we really got into
things ... but I decided against it.  How we met, me posing for him and him
sucking me off each time ... all true.

Roy ... everything that happened on the ride is true, including why I ended
up on the motorcycle with him (yes, I messed around with guys and girls
until I was 21 <vbg>), and our little sexcapade on the trip to the cottage.
The fiction part was the part about the tent.  Our cottage had a double
sized boat house ... for 2 boats ... and it had 2 dormitory rooms.  So one
was for the guys and one was for the girls.  The unexpected couple that
visited stayed in my brothers room, and I had my room all to myself.  I did
not suck Roy's dick, and he didn't fuck my butt, nor did I eat his ass.  In
the week we were there, a couple times Roy and I found ourselves alone out
by the swimming platform that was a few hundred feet from shore.  When that
happened, we jacked each other off ... but that's all that happened.
Unfortunately.  I always figured when we got home that we would find a way
to "hook up" ... but a month after we got home, Roy's father had sold his
business and moved the family a couple thousand miles away where he'd
bought another business.

Truthfully, I don't think I would have let Roy fuck me anyway.  His dick
was far too long.  Even in later years I don't think I let anyone fuck me
that had more than 7 inches.  Longer than that just scare the heck out of
me <vbg>

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