Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 13:53:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Douglas Grant <dlgrantsf@yahoo.com>
Subject: gang-of-five-5

Copyright 2006 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved.

Next installment in a short novel about friendship, growth, and different
kinds of love, in different combinations, between five high-school boys.

First warning; as the story develops, it also gets very sexual.  If I were
to code it properly, it might be
(BBBBB/group/oral/anal/mast/rimming/awholebunchelse).  Be aware.

Second warning; the characters (eventually) talk about politics, the
potential for a military draft, and the state of the U.S. and the world,
among other aspects of their lives.  They have some fairly strong opinions,
as people will do.  Offense to any reader is not intended.

More after the end of this chapter.  Thanks for reading . . . .


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Gang of Five -- Part Two

Chapter 5

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Between the jet lag, and all the emotional stuff I'd just been through -- I
didn't sleep really well, that night.

Emotional stuff I was STILL going through -- that's a better way of putting
it.  I mean; finding out I still had a life in California -- still had my
best friends, soulmates, and yeah, sex partners -- well, it was a
tremendous relief.  You could almost say an overwhelming relief.

It was going to take a little while to process.

And in the meantime -- I knew I was going to be spending the weekend with
them.  Getting to know them, again.

And probably getting really sexual with them, too.  The first sexual
activity, for me, in more than three years.  Except for my right hand; in
bed at night, trying not to make any noise --

I didn't sleep well at all.


So, maybe I was a little dazed, when Jarod and Tim came by to pick me up,
walking, on their way over to Zach's.

I THINK it was around noon.  I know it was really hot, and bright.  And my
body was still telling me -- in spite of the sleep -- that it was
nighttime.

Three years ago, going to Britain, it'd taken me a week to get over the
time difference.  My whole first week in London, felt a little dreamlike; I
think it kind of shaped how I felt about the whole country, in a lot of
ways . . .

I was feeling some of that same dreaminess, today.

Like when we stopped at the gate to Zach's back yard; a gate I'd gone
through hundreds and hundreds of times before.

"Still have your key?" asked Jarod.  I nodded, without saying anything; and
I brought out the key I'd had so long, now, and fit it into the lock.
Noticing how the big gate, and fence, seemed a lot more weathered to me,
than I remembered.  Noticing that the lock seemed . . . lower; once, a long
time ago, I had to reach way above my head, to use the key; now it was at
eye level.

And thinking about how I'd worn that key around my neck for a full year, in
London; like a talisman.  I only put it away after I started swimming a lot
more; but I kept it safe.

And then we were through the gate, and it was Zach's backyard, just the
same as always; except that the Zach who was gracefully climbing to his
feet at the far side of the pool was so completely different . . .


                                     *


He was bare, of course; Zach, pools, and clothes don't mix.

And yeah, I'd seen him yesterday; but now I could SEE him for the first
time.

Remember, the last time we'd been naked together, we were thirteen.  He was
beautiful then; but the boy who was padding over to us now -- so different
. . . .

That body that used to be tanned, flexible and smooth, and tight, skinny,
wiry arms and legs and ribs showing -- no fat at all -- so different, now.

This new Zach was sleek; slender, but with a beautiful chest, smooth, brown
pecs just swelling, reddish nipples, body narrowing down to his slender
waist -- and then his arms, and legs, lined with sleek young muscles, just
so PERFECT for him --

And his genitals.  His dick; his balls.  SO much more beautiful, now; not
huge, but big, just full, so much more full, nestled in his soft brown
pubes; shapely, perfect-for-him . . .  and getting harder, as I watched
. . .

And as he moved, he moved with an athletic grace, so comfortable with his
own boy's body; muscles sliding under smooth, tan skin.

"Hey," I said, feebly, and he kept walking and took me into his arms, and
pressed that bare body against mine -- and he kissed me.

We used to kiss, when we were thirteen.  Well, we called it kissing.  This
was different.

WAY different.

Gentle; but deeper.  More sensual; his lips -- his open lips -- moved over
mine, in ways I'd never felt back then; and I tasted him, really tasted
him, for the first time in so, so long, as he pressed his body against me.
The wetness of his mouth; the feeling of his tongue, just gently going
between my lips . . .

I moaned into his mouth.  I think.  But I know my arms were around him, my
hands running up and down the warm skin of his back, as we went on making
out.

And then more hands were on me, and on Zach, as Jarod and Tim joined us,
nuzzling up against our cheeks, and I turned to kiss Jarod full on, tasting
HIM now, as Tim said something to Zach, and then I switched and was kissing
into Tim's smiling mouth, as I kept running my hands over Zach's body,
feeling his dick, hard now, pressing into my crotch, and those hands, all
those hands, kept moving over me . . .

And then Zach was moving away a little, flushed, with his controlled, Zach
half-smile on his face, looking at me so intensely.  Deep in my eyes.

"I TOLD you we missed you," he said, softly.

"Yeah," said Jarod, to my right.  Tim nodded, big.

"Me . . . too," I squeaked on the `Me', a little, and I heard a puff of
laughter from Tim.

I looked down at Zach's hard cock, and his eyes followed mine down, and he
smiled more.

"You guys are wearing way too many clothes," he said.  "Go change; I'll go
get us some water."


                                     *


Zach's room was different, completely different from what I remembered; but
as much as I wanted, REALLY wanted to look around -- I couldn't take my
eyes off of Tim and Jarod, skinning out of their clothes, facing me,
beaming at me, as I stripped too.

So different from one another; Tim so smoothly milky-pale (and yeah, he did
have the cutest, dark-red pubic hair) -- and Jarod, darker, almost golden,
both of them toned, kind of like Zach; teenage boys, SO much more
beautiful, than they used to be. . .

And in a way, it was kind of weird, for a second; because part of me was
just gasping, `beautiful nude boys!', and a part of me was, like, `Tim and
Jarod naked -- back to normal, thank God,' and just appreciating them for
their beauty, their open, honest beauty, apart from the sexual implications
--

But then, with Tim's big smile and Jarod's more gentle grin, their bare
bodies were pressed against MY bare body, skin to skin, and we were
kissing, making out, really, again, and I was overwhelmed by the feelings
I'd been missing for so long.

It was Jarod who took my cock in one hand, just lightly, his fingers under
the shaft, his thumb just barely caressing that little depression running
along the top of my shaft; while he held on to my shoulder with his other
hand.  As he stroked, so gently, I throbbed and Tim pressed up against my
back, looking down over my shoulder.

"He's getting wet," Tim said, in my ear; and as we looked, a clear blob of
precum appeared at the tip of my cock.

"Mmmmmm . . . " went Jarod; then he kissed me, just lightly, and walking
backwards, with a kind of sly grin on his face -- gently pulled me back, by
my dick, out the French doors onto the pool deck, Tim still pressed up so
warm and soft against my back and my butt, arms around me, taking little
shuffling steps to keep up.

Zach was just putting down some bottles of water; he froze, in that way of
his -- Zach has a way of going really, really still, when he's listening or
watching something important -- then Jarod kind of steered me around to
face him, and moved to make some room for him, and I was in Zach's arms
again, bare body to bare body this time, and his hands came around to my
back --

"Yahhhh!"  I jumped.  Tim and Jarod laughed.  "Your hands are cold!"

"Ooops!  Sorry, sorry."  He took a step back, wiping his hands over his
thighs to warm them up, and as he did I grabbed him around the waist and
pulled him tight against me and kissed him.  Hard.  For a long time.  My
boner kind of squashed between us, off to one side,
comfortable/uncomfortable . . .

And as I stood there, pressed up against Zach's front, his mouth on mine,
Tim's hardon pressed up against my butt, Jarod's mouth nuzzling my neck --
something big and cold and lonely started melting inside me.  It was like
when you sleep on your hand, or leg, and when you wake up you can't feel
it; and when the feeling comes back -- like that.

Yeah; I'd been totally dazed, relieved, happy, after coming out to my
friends last night; totally.  But -- I needed this, these feelings, these
hands on me, to really, really know it was true.  To FEEL it was o.k.

And yes, damn it, I began getting teary again.

Eventually, Zach took a step back, hands still on me, and went up and down
my body with his eyes, up, down, and all over.  Carefully.

"Look at you," he said, softly.  "Look at you.  Jesus, you got beautiful."
His hands were running over my chest, my shoulders, my arms; exploring me,
feeling me, along with his eyes; and Jarod's and Tim's hands were running
over me too, down my front, into my crotch, just grazing my balls.  My dick
wagged as I gasped, and another big clear drop of precum showed up at the
tip.

"I think he's turned into a leaker," said Jarod, with a smile.

"Yum," went Zach; and he scooped the drop off with his finger, and put it
in his mouth, and that made me gasp, and lean in to kiss him in that new,
deep, sensual way, again.

And as we kissed, Jarod's hand was back -- lightly -- on my cock, and
behind me, Tim pressed up tighter against me; and I could feel his dick
pressing deeper against me, deeper into me, sandwiched lengthwise between
my butt cheeks, and I shifted my legs apart a little to let him go deeper,
and that felt so GOOD and it made my dick throb . . .

"He's getting close," went Jarod, still gently, calmly, remorselessly
stroking, stroking, stroking.  "Should we -- ?"

"Let's lie down," Zach managed to gasp.  "I can't -- " His voice trailed
off.

Jarod steered us again, by my cock, over to where Zach had already spread
out our towels; we must have looked ridiculous, shuffling over in a clump
like that, and getting horizontal, but I didn't care.

When we ended up, we were all four facing the same way, kissing, hugging,
rolling around and around, rubbing our bare bodies over each other, hands
everywhere like we were trying, trying, trying to get closer and closer to
each other, trying to climb into each other's skin --

And to me it was wonderful; indescribably; moving and touching and so
emotional --

And I discovered, to my total mortification, that I was, well, awkward.
Out of practice.


I mean, really.  Three years ago, I was so GOOD at this.  Uninhibited.
Natural.  I used to know just the right ways, to bring all three of them
off.  All four of them; Liam had his -- well, likes and dislikes -- too.

But not only didn't any of that fit with these smooth, new, so, so sexual,
sixteen-year-old versions of my friends -- not only that, but I hadn't done
anything like this in so long!  I mean, jacking off once a day -- or so --
alone, well, it just isn't the same . . .

I was kind of inhibited.

Zach and Jarod and Tim picked up on that, pretty quickly.  Maybe they were
feeling just a little bit awkward around me, too, after all this time . . .

"Shhhh," Zach said, catching my hands.  He got up on his knees, his boner
bouncing against my hip.  "Let us do this, for now.  Just relax . . .
Relax . . . .  "

And the three of them started working on me, as I lay there; first on my
back, then on my side -- I moved wherever their hands wanted me.  As Zach
kept telling me to relax, relax, relax --

Tim and Jarod followed Zach's lead; first working me over with their hands
-- Zach on my cock, Tim caressing my chest and stomach, tweaking my
nipples, Jarod just lightly caressing my balls, darting down lower and
lower to my perineum --

Then they started in with their mouths.  And their tongues.

Jarod sucked me first -- the first time I'd had a mouth on my dick in three
long years -- and I arched my back and moaned, and Zach had his mouth on
mine, and I tasted his mouth and felt his tongue --

And then Tim moved down and began licking my balls.  While his fingers
worked down to my anus, just sort of lightly brushing me down there, and so
I lost it.

I THINK I kind of screamed into Zach's mouth, as I came.  I KNOW I was
twitching and moving almost totally out of control; and as I pulsed and
pulsed, Jarod's mouth kept up that expert, soft, relentless motion on my
dick, up and down, up and down, me filling him as he moved . . .

"Oooohhhhhh," I moaned.  "Ooooohhh, God.  I . . . "

Those hands and mouths were still on me, quieter now, but still there,
wet/warm; Zach was nibbling and licking my cheek and neck, as I came down;
panting, tingling.

Then I saw him look up, lean over, and hook a hand around Jarod's neck, as
Jarod came off my cock; and they were kissing, deep, and I knew, they were
sharing my cum, my semen.

And then they broke their kiss, and Jarod and Tim sort of rolled into each
other, and --

I was so overwhelmed.

"You okay?" Zach whispered, leaning over, looking into my eyes.

"Yeah.  Oh, yeah . . . "  I blinked away moistness in my eyes as I looked
back up at him, and he smiled back.  "Oh, you just don't know . . . "

"Shhhh," he whispered back.  "It's okay, now."

So I reached up, pulled his head down, and kissed him, so deep, I swear
tasting some of myself in his mouth.  It went on for a long time.

It was Zach who broke away; he looked over at Tim and Jarod, then back at
me.  "C'mon.  We should help."  And he flashed that sexual grin at me
again, but underneath that was -- something new.  I wasn't sure what.
Tenderness, maybe?


                                     *


Watching Tim and Jarod together like that -- oh, Lord.

In some ways, it was even better than what I'd just been through.  So
beautiful; so real.  And I could watch it all.

And help.

They were in a sixty-nine, sucking each other, lying on their sides; going
at it slowly, to my eyes, slowly, gently, and very sensuously.  As Zach
knelt over Jarod, and me by Tim, I could hear the soft slurping sounds of
Tim's mouth on Jarod's cock, and the little sounds they were both making;
"Mmmm-mmmm", and gasps, and once Tim moaned as he let Jarod's dick slide
out of his mouth, just so he could look at it, all smooth and wet and
quivering in the sunshine, before he inhaled it again.

Zach was looking down too, smiling, just lightly running his fingertips
over Jarod's body; under his armpits, down his chest, just barely grazing
Jarod's nipples; and as I watched, I saw his hard cock bobbing, gently
rubbing on Jarod's side; and I was almost overwhelmed with the impulse to
lean over and grab it . . .

But three years ago, we had an ethic about things like that.  An unspoken
one.  That said, Jarod and Tim came next.

And besides, there was something I wanted to try.

I focussed back down on Tim and Jarod; pale, milky-white redhead, smooth,
elegant Asian brown, their hands and arms all mixed up in each other's
crotches, heavy breathing and slurping as they came closer to their
orgasms.  It was the sort of sexual grace I used to have, three years ago.

Good sex takes practice.

Every boy needs to practice.

I began working on Tim's body; with my hands.  And then my tongue, and my
lips.

It was like my body -- slowly -- began remembering what to do.  Just
lightly stroking around Tim's groin with my fingertips, through that cute
red pubic hair -- it was so soft, so touchable . . .

And I gently took his balls, his scrotum, in my fingers, trapping it,
tugging on it, just gently, just to let him know I was there.

That cute, pink scrotum I used to love so much, warm, soft, so much bigger;
so much more exciting, now.

I could feel Jarod's puffs of breath on my hand, as I held Tim's balls.

And then, I began licking Tim; just a little.  On his side, that part just
below his armpit; trailing my tongue up, slowly, up and nosing aside his
arm, right INTO his armpit --

Tim was -- used to be -- so, so sensitive, there.

He still was.  I felt his balls pull up, some, and I grinned to myself.

Still leaning over, still holding his balls, I let my other hand trail down
and begin working his nipples; but gently, almost accidentally.
Feather-touch.

That got a muffled "Hmmmphhh", and another twitch from his balls.

And I felt -- so GOOD about this; so gleeful that I could still do this,
give pleasure like this, be a part of US like this, again.

And as Jarod's breathing got harder, as Tim started twitching just like he
always used to, I began nuzzling and licking Tim's neck and then his nipple
-- the top one, that I could reach with my tongue -- and most important, I
squeezed his scrotum just a little, very gently, in time with the bobbing
of Jarod's head, and then pulling on it, just a little, then squeezing it
again --

 And I went back to licking and mouthing and nuzzling up into his pit
again, and I could feel his breathing get more erratic, and Jarod began
really twitching under Zach's hands and Tim's mouth, and I went on just
gently, pulling Tim's balls, then lightly squeezing, gently pulling,
lightly squeezing --

And all at once Tim's balls really JERKED in my fingers, and I could feel
his whole body twitch like crazy under my mouth and hands, and a sound like
"Hmmmmpphhhh!"  coming from his throat, and I knew he was spurting and
spurting into Jarod's mouth . . .

And I got a perfect, close-up view just a second later as Jarod whimpered
around Tim's pink dick and almost jerked up off of the pool deck, as he
came into Tim's mouth . . .

It was one of those moments when it just sort of comes to you, in a flash,
that this right there is PERFECT, that you should remember it for the rest
of your life.  The sun shining on these smooth, slim bodies; the union and
harmony of these two boys, sucking each other so lovingly; the feeling and
taste of Tim under me; and Zach, impossibly beautiful Zach, half-covering
Jarod with how own body, hands all over, kissing and licking Jarod's cheek
and neck as both boys came down from their orgasms.

Perfect.

For a second -- just a second -- I slumped down behind Tim, pressing myself
up against his back, tight, enjoying the feeling of my cock pressing up
against his butt cheeks; but mostly, just relishing this feeling, of
HOLDING someone in my arms again; of feeling a living , breathing person in
my arms, skin to skin, pressing against my chest, my front . . .

But only for a second.  Because it was Zach's turn.


                                     *


As Jarod lay there, panting, and as I held Tim and felt him relax against
me, I could see Zach, still kind of half-lying on Jarod, just gently
rubbing his hard dick on Jarod's smooth skin.  Slowly, gently; with a kind
of contented half-smile on his face.

Like I said -- Zach likes rubbing his boner on other naked boys.  Always
has; I expect he always will.

So I did the logical thing; I reached over Tim and Jarod with my free hand,
and took Zach's dick in my hand, gently, gently.  And watched Zach's head
come up, and his eyes catch mine, and a soft, gentle smile break across his
face.

And so naturally, I couldn't resist; I sort of got up, and sprawled myself
across Tim and Jarod -- slowly -- like a puppy climbing over his siblings,
to get to Zach, feeling their smooth, warm bodies moving under mine, as I
went.

And in another second, my nose was in Zach's pubic hair, my lips and tongue
on his hard, smooth, indescribably beautiful dick, and I felt his hand
gently caressing my head as I licked and nuzzled at his shaft, tasting his
skin again . . .

Now it came back to me.  The taste of Zach.  The taste of his boner; his
dick, his penis.

I felt Jarod kind of giggle underneath me, as I propped myself up with one
hand, wrapped my other hand around Zach's dick, and came off it for a
second, just to look at it.  Up close.  The first time in -- so, so long.

It was so, so REAL; so alive, kind-of throbbing, the tip, the urethra
glistening in the sunlight as he oozed precum.

And tan; as tan as the rest of him, anyway.  In my jack-off memories, I'd
completely forgotten that part.

And so, so big, compared to the memories.  Bigger than mine, now, and
Jarod's; not as big as Tim, of course; but.  Perfect.  Perfect for him.

Perfect for me.

I licked and suckled a little on the smooth, dark head, and Zach moaned,
low and deep, and I think I actually TASTED his precum, so I suckled some
more as I gently squeezed his shaft . . .

"Oh, yes," Zach went, softly, and his hand moved to my neck, and caressed
me gently there, as I suckled his cockhead, then took him deeper, then went
back to the head, working it with my lips and tongue, feeling the slick
smoothness under my tongue, then took him deeper, and deeper still . . .

And then I felt a soft, warm hand take my scrotum and tug, just gently.

"Ummmm . . . " Jarod's voice was a little muffled, coming from underneath
me.  "Maybe^Å could Tim and I get up?  It's getting a little uncomfortable
. . . "  Another puff of laughter from Tim.

So just to be difficult, I kind of crawled sideways over both of them,
without taking my mouth off of Zach; he pivoted around with me, as I went.
Another stifled laugh from Tim.

"Better," went Jarod.  And as I concentrated on blowing Zach -- losing
myself in the sheer joy of having his dick in my mouth again, of having his
scrotum under my fingers, of just SMELLING him, skin and musk and faint
scent of chlorine, of seeing my spit leak down onto his balls -- anyway, as
I did that, I barely noticed as Tim and Jarod moved around and gleefully
began working on Zach, pretty much the way they'd worked on me.

I was really getting into it -- the whole, crazy mindset of driving a boy
up the hill to orgasm; of just loving, loving a cock in your mouth; of the
sounds and the tastes -- well.  I was just beginning to lose myself in all
that, when it occurred to me, there was something else I needed to do.  To
Zach, that is.


He was kind of half-kneeling back, propped on his hands, as we worked on
him; I rolled over on my back, used my hands to urge him to sit up a
little, and I awkwardly, jerkily scooted myself underneath him, between his
legs, so that his smooth, tan, beautiful butt was right over me.  Over my
face.

And then, I urged him back down again, with my hands; he moaned, and eased
down, gently, and his butt got close and closer to my mouth, -- until he
was there, and my open wet mouth was on his smooth anus, and my tongue was
probing and pushing, and I heard him gasp above me, and I tongued him
harder, and it was -- so, so INTIMATE, me being there in that most private
part of him --

The part of me that had gone inward, that had been so alone for three
years, was shocked that I'd do this -- rimming -- in front of Tim and
Jarod.  It was so explicit.  So wicked.

But wicked in the British slang term, too.  Indescribably good.
Outrageously good.  Touching and licking and mouthing on Zach's anus like
that -- I'd been dreaming about doing it for all the time I'd been away,
and missing it so, and now the anal intimacy was like a direct sexual
charge or something; I was ready to come again, and I wasn't even touching
my dick.  I was whimpering, into Zach's butt; so, so fucking excited.

"Oh, beautiful," I heard somebody say -- I think it was Tim -- and then I
felt something wet on my dick; a tongue, lapping up the sensitive bottom of
my shaft like a dog lapping up a bowl of water, and then that tongue moved
into my crotch, the soft skin where my leg met my groin, licking and
sending electric jolts though me --

Tim remembered a few things about me, too.

And then I started going really crazy with Zach's butt, spreading his
cheeks apart, loving him there with my wet mouth; and I was dimly aware of
Jarod holding him up from behind, one arm around him, the other hand
masturbating him, as I licked, and tongued, and moaned into his butt --

I felt Zach jerk, and I felt his anal muscles clench, squeezing out my
tongue, just a second before I felt his warm semen going `splot' onto my
skin (I thought I actually HEARD it splash); and that warm wetness set me
off, moaning, loud, under Tim's tongue, and I could feel my body jerking
and twitching as I sprayed myself, mixing my own cum with Zach's, as he
spasmed above me.

And I kept licking and lapping at Zach, there, until with a moan of his
own, he kind of collapsed forward, over me, smearing our semen together
between us.

And even after that, I kept nuzzling into his groin, his perineum, as we
lay there, panting, my arms now around his waist.

"Mmmmmmmm . . . "  I could feel Zach making a contented kind of groan
through my arms and against my chest, and then I felt him nuzzle against my
balls.  And then a smiling Jarod leaned down and kissed me, wetly, for a
long time, before fondling Zach's butt a little -- and giving it a slow,
lingering lick of his own, up the crevice between Zach's cheeks.

"Oooof!"  Zach shifted above me, as I squeezed, him, harder.

"Sorry.  It just feels so, so good . . . "  I reached up with one hand, and
caressed Jarod's thigh.

"It's a start," went Zach, still almost talking into my crotch.  I felt the
vibration of his words down there.

"I didn't mean the sex.  Well -- yeah, that was so incredible . . .  I
really meant, this.  Touching.  Holding."  I licked at Zach's perineum
again, gently.  "You think we could do, like -- a group hug?"

I sounded a little needy, even to me; but Jarod just smiled down, and in a
second or so, there I was, on my side on the pool deck, Zach pressing up
warm and still sticky against my back, Jarod draped across my front, Tim --
after a deep kiss -- up against Jarod, reaching over to pet my shoulder and
side.

I pressed myself back against Zach a little more, and he tightened his arms
around me; and Jarod and Tim nuzzled in a little closer, all bare skin
against my own bare skin, and -- yeah, okay, I won't say it.

My friends are used to the way my eyes leak, anyway.


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Chapter 6 will be uploaded shortly.

Comments, reactions, and criticism are welcome at dlgrantsf@yahoo.com.

I'm particularly interested in hearing from people who may have had similar
physical and emotional friendships with other boys; similar friendship
groups.  I get the impression that such arrangements used to be a lot more
common than they are now, which is -- in a way -- a shame, I think.  Even
if it does indicate progress, in a way.

I'm also interested in hearing from expatriates.  Christian's predicament
is partly based on experiences of several friends of mine.  I have enormous
(retroactive) sympathy for them both.

Many, many thanks to Nifty for providing this priceless service.

My previous Nifty story is `Naked with Connor', in the High School
directory.

Thanks to everybody who has already written.  And, thanks again for
reading.