Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:55:48 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphile@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ride - Part 3


The Ride
By Andrew Phillips [andrewphile@gmail.com]

[This is a story of a sexual encounter between two adult men.  If that
offends you please do not read it.  This work is copyrighted by Andrew
Phillips.]

Part 3 -- Scouting & Teabagging

I smiled at Jase and dove in.

"I, too, knew early on that I was attracted to people like myself.  I
liked to jack off to pictures of handsome guys, my own age.  I
fantasized over the same guys the girls swooned over in the teen mags.
 Sometimes I got a hard-on in class just day dreaming about them and
hid it behind a notebook."

"My first real experience was in the scouts.  Sounds ordinary, but it
was true.  It was the first time I spent whole days with other boys.
I was an only child and while I had friends, I'd never been away from
home till a scout camping trip at 14.   We had to bring our own
sleeping bags and pitch the tents ourselves, two to a tent.  My
tent-mate was a tough guy named Wally, who was bigger and stronger
than any of the troop.  I had not experienced my growth spurt yet,
though puberty was in full swing.  Wally was a nice enough boy, not a
bully or anything.  After we set up the tent we joined with the others
for a cookout around the fire.  It was a warm night and the fire made
us even warmer.  A couple of guys had stripped off their shirts,
including Wally.  I really liked seeing his muscular arms and chest
lit by the flickering flames."

"When it came time to call it a night we crawled into our sleeping
bags.  I lay on my back and as I was drifting off I heard Wally zip
open his sleeping bag.  He said he was hot.  I already knew that, but
he just meant the temperature.  I looked over and in the dim light
coming through the pup tent could see that he was naked.  He had a
dense bush of pubic hair around his cock, whereas my hair was just
coming in and my cock was nowhere that large (yet).  It fascinated me.
 I remained still, making believe I was asleep, but I was watching.
He ran his hand down his chest and belly, and grabbed his cock.  He
started to stroke himself.  Watching him made me hard, too.   I
decided that this looked like fun and rolled over, supposedly 'in my
sleep,' my arm and open hand landing on his chest.  He stopped
stock-still.  So did I.  We lay there for a long time, until he
decided to use my hand to help his cause, gently moving it down so
that it finally rested on his rigid cock.  I continued to fake sleep,
but then I 'woke up,' closing my hand around his impressive penis,
saying foggily 'What's up!'  He stammered, but I decided to take
matters in my own hands, and continued what he began, bringing him to
a moaning gusher.  From then on Wally and I became good pals and he
became sort of my protector at school.  We spent many an afternoon
reading comic books and purloined Playboys, beating each other off.  I
don't think he was ever into guys, but he really liked getting his
rocks off, often and voluminously.  Whenever I suggested something
other than mutual masturbation he objected.  It wasn't till I was 16
that I hooked up with a truly fraternal partner."

"Well, I don't really want to wait for your whole story," said Jase.
By this time we had finished our beers and a bag of tortilla chips.
He reached over and brushed a crumb off my upper lip.  I tried to bite
his finger but his reflexes were too fast.  But he had second thoughts
and put his finger back on my lips as if to quiet me and I kissed it.
By then both our towels were well tented and our eyes locked.  I
leaned over and kissed him, this time in a deep French kiss.
Initially I took the initiative, exploring his mouth with my tongue.
Soon he reciprocated.

After about a minute or two of this he came up for air and said, "Boy,
do you have a talented tongue!  Let's go into my room," he whispered
and got up, his tight ass a beacon to me.  I followed dutifully.  The
king size bed offered a great playing field.

We both jumped on the bed, shedding our towels.  I lay on my back and
he clambered aboard, sitting on my chest.  He was half erect, but had
one attribute I loved to see in a man, a great, pendulous scrotum,
like that of a young bull.  It was resting on my chest and I wanted to
demonstrate my lingual talents further and, grabbing his waist, lifted
him so that his balls were in easy reach of my mouth.  My tongue began
licking his almost hairless sac.  I opened wide and engulfed the whole
thing.  He began squirming and moaning with pleasure.  But my jaw was
aching.  By this time his ball sac began to contract as his erection
grew. Now it was time to give him an expert rimming.  He lifted
himself and, on my elbows, I licked along his perineum till I got to
the rosette of his anus.  My prehensile tongue now explored it and
tried entry.  I was now grateful that we both did such a good job in
the shower cleaning that area."

"Fuck!  That feels great!!" he shouted.

I slobbered the area and then was ready to impale him on my cock.

"You got a rubber?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" he gasped.

"A condom, damn it!"

"Yeh, in the side table."

I reached in, withdrew a package, and, in one motion, ripped it open
with my teeth and slipped it on my 18 cm rod.  With my right hand I
positioned it vertically and it immediately found his hole and,
thrusting my hips up, slid right in.  He gave a guttural groan.  I
looked into his eyes and saw a dream-like face, eyes closed and a
light layer of sweat over his broad chest.  Then I started to
rhythmically drive into him.  He helped as well, rising and falling to
improve my penetration.  Soon we were in perfect synchronicity and,
with one final thrust to the hilt of my member, only somewhat softened
by my pubic bush I shot my load.  Almost simultaneously he shot his,
the first salvo going over my head, but subsequent ones hitting my
face and chest.  His cum tasted great.  He leaned over me and licked
up some of his own semen.  "I told you I loved this stuff," he said
with a satisfied smile.

"I do too," I whispered, referring to my whole afternoon activities
with this tan, muscular young man.

[If you liked (or didn't like) this story and the developing
relationship please email me and give feedback at
andrewphile@gmail.com.  Thanks, Drew]