Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 13:46:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Douglas Grant <dlgrantsf@yahoo.com>
Subject: gang-of-five-6
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; this story can be 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 -- Chapter 6
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I'm not sure how long we lay there, like that, because -- well, I fell
asleep. Sort of.
I know; it sounds a little unbelievable. How many gay boys would fall
asleep, naked, being hugged by three other naked boys?
Passed out is a little more like it; for a few minutes, anyway. I mean,
think about it; I'd just come twice in less than an hour -- something I was
totally NOT used to, anymore -- and, there was the whole emotional reaction
. . .
But it was also the jetlag thing. My body was still telling me it was late
at night.
Plus. It is just so damned COMFORTABLE, cuddling naked with three other
boys. Warm; safe; cared-for.
Every boy should try it.
It was Zach gently stroking my chest that woke me up; Zach, and Jarod
snuggling up against me, making contented sounds.
"We should clean up," Zach whispered into my ear, after a time. I could
hear him give a kind of breathy chuckle. "We haven't even been in the
water yet."
"Do we have to?" I snuggled back against him, a little. Jarod and Tim
moved in more closely to follow me.
"We should. We need to do a Laying On Of Hands for Tim." He lifted his
head up, a little. "And for you. You're looking a little pale,
Christian."
A `Laying On Of Hands' was sort of our joke, for getting sunscreen on Tim;
he'd burn like anything, without it.
It was always fun to do, getting him covered, head to toe. But I'd never
needed it, before.
"It's sort of hard, keeping tan in London."
Jarod made a kind of "Mmm-mmm" sound. "We'll fix that, soon enough."
Somebody's hand stroked gently down my bare side. "Wait `til we show you
the beach."
"The beach?"
Zach moved against me, some more. "Clay's Beach. Really small; and, like,
totally nude. We ride our bikes there a lot, during summer." One of his
hands trailed down my stomach, and I felt his fingers gently running
through my pubic hair. "If you think we were nudists before you left --
well, you should see us now."
"Yummm," I said, a little theatrically, moving my butt back against his
groin.
"I'm serious," he said, into my ear. I could feel his breath ruffling my
hair, feel the warmth on my ear; it was incredibly intimate. "We're going
to keep you naked, a lot, for the rest of the summer. You'll be
surprised."
"Yes," I sighed. "I mean -- perfect. God . . . " I reached over Jarod
and just gently ran my fingertips along Tim's smooth, pale body, down along
his stomach; I touched his cute, pale-pink balls again, and marveled at
them. Marveled at the whole thing; being able to DO this, at all . . .
I tried to tell them.
"You just have no idea," I began, shaking my head. "No idea. I mean -- I
went from this, from you guys -- to, like, nothing. No touching, no
kissing, no sex; look but don't touch, and even looking too hard can get
you -- well, cursed at, or worse." I went from Tim's balls, down to
Jarod's darker, smoother balls, just touching them gently, too, and smiled
to see them twitch, a little, under my fingertips. Full of wonder at the
experience.
"That's how most of us live," went Zach. He stroked my front, tenderly.
"We're lucky."
"I know. I mean, I figured. But I didn't know what it would be like.
Really like." I twisted and looked back at Zach. He kissed me on the
cheek, briefly. "I think I -- well, I got a little crazy." I looked
forward, at Jarod, and at Tim. "I think anybody who's in that position,
like, celibate, is maybe a little crazy. And maybe that's why -- I don't
know. We stopped talking . . . "
"I think maybe we were the lucky ones," went Jarod, looking at me. "Even
if we didn't get to live in Europe."
"I don't know how other gay boys do it," I said. "I don't know how ANYBODY
does it."
I guess I sounded a little plaintive. Or pathetic, maybe; anyway, it got
me another tight, group squeeze.
"Come on," went Zach, after. "Let's get cleaned up, and you guys under
some sunscreen." He kissed my neck. "And then we can practice
just-saying-no to celibacy, some more."
*
We took turns washing off in the outdoor shower, next to the pool house --
Zach's really insistent about washing, before going into the pool, or hot
tub. And before sex, too, usually. And then Tim and I got the sunscreen
treatment from Zach and Jarod.
I hadn't realized what I'd been missing, all this time. Having four hands
smoothing lotion all over me.
I got hard again. Of course. And, not being used to all this -- getting
hard in front of my friends, I mean -- somehow made it, well, more intense.
More sexual.
Heck, just being naked out-of-doors was something I wasn't used to,
anymore. Being hard at the same time -- in front of three other people --
Intense.
"Good," said Jarod, with a slight smile, as he worked on me. "Very good.
We didn't wear you out." He just lightly massaged my scrotum, before
reaching up and gently fisting my erection.
"Ooofff," I managed. "You will if you keep that up."
"Plenty of time," he said, and bent down to brush my lips with his own,
before moving over to Tim. As he moved, I saw Zach switching over to my
legs; he paused and looked really intently at my dick for a second, before
running his hands up and down my thighs, my calves, as he rubbed lotion
into my skin. I purred, and reached over to hold Tim's left hand in my
right, and he squeezed it.
It'd been years since I'd felt this happy.
Well -- no. The last twenty-four hours had been pretty cool. Wonderful,
in a lot of ways; ways that I was still processing, thinking about,
actually. But this -- and just lying in a heap, with the three of them a
few minutes ago -- this was CONTENTMENT. It was just kind of an ongoing
wonder, that part of me expected to stop, but which somehow . . . stayed
wonderful.
So I lay there on the warm pool deck, blissed out with the sun on my whole
bare body, a second more; then I felt Zach's hands move lower down, to my
right foot, and begin massaging it, with lotion; and I REALLY purred, out
loud, under his hands.
Foot rubs are almost better than sex.
"Mmmmmm . . . " I heard from down around my feet, and I craned my head up
to look at him.
"What?"
"Still cute," said Zach, as he worked on me, my bare foot on his thigh.
"Cool. You always DID have cute feet." And he flashed me that
thousand-watt sexual grin, as Tim and Jarod laughed off at my side.
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Chapter 7 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 everyone who has written me; and, thanks again for reading.