Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 07:36:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Boat Continuation

Life Boat Continuation
by
Sin Titulo

	At the request of several readers, what follows is a
continuation really, not an additional chapter.  I
don't view my life experiences as chapters but as a
continuous, ever changing  flow.  As an old Greek
said: "Life is as a river, one can never step into the
same one twice."

The excerpt I've been requested to elaborate on from
"Life Boat":
	The following Monday, after spending Sunday at Tony
D's house having sex in every imaginable position with
the other two boys and Jim. . .

	Jim called me down to breakfast early Sunday morning.
 He and I had spent the night together at his house
again, since his parents were entertaining guests,
they didn't think about us and what we might be doing
in his bed.  I can tell you I was in some sort of
heaven most of the night.
	Over toast and coffee, and large glasses of orange
juice, he told me that we needed to get rolling
because it was going to be an eventful day if he knew
his friends.  He didn't explain further, but seemed to
be looking forward to what his secret smile was
keeping from me.  After eating, we showered quickly,
and I dressed in a set of his warm-up jerseys.  The
clothes I wore the night before along with his, were
thrown into the washing machine which he said his mom
would transfer to the drier when she got up.  He left
his folks a note, because they were still sleeping
after a late night of cards with their guests.
	In the garage, in Jim's '57 blue and white Chevy with
matching upholstry, his grandparents had given him for
his seventeenth birthday, he pulled me across the
bench seat and kissed me on the mouth fucking my
throat with his tongue.  I felt like Sandra Dee with
Troy Donahue, in "A Summer Place", the film we had
seen the night before.  We necked in his car for ten
minutes before he pulled away and looked at his watch.

	"Man, we gotta get going.  I've got such a hard on
for you right now, I could throw you in the back seat
and fuck you forever."  He wasn't the only one in the
car feeling that way.  He started the engine, and
gunned the motor to a throaty growl, and backed out of
the two car garage as the door opened so quickly that
the radio antenna spronged on the lower edge of the
rising door.  In the street, he burned rubber probably
waking the neighbors in the process.  I had my hand in
his lap, fondling his rigid cock through his jeans,
happy as we headed out of the city along Leetsdale
drive.  The only thing I knew that was out that way to
the east, was Cherry Creak Dam, and the reseviour that
provided Denver with its water supply.
	When we reached the reseviour turn off, Jim pealed
the corner on what felt like two wheels, and we tore
across the top of the dam at eighty-five miles an
hour.  The speed was exhilarating to both of us, and
the clean Colorado air blew through the windows
messing our hair, but neither of us cared.  It was
good to be alive, young, and to have found each other
on that Sunday.
	At the far end of the dam, he took a dirt road that
made its way around the edge of the water to a stand
of forest that would eventually be submerged as the
water rose to its full level.  But for now, the kids
in town knew it as a place for partying and secret
sexual activity.  A lover's lane of sorts at night,
but it was eight thirty in the morning, and the scene
would most likely be one of early fishermen trying
their luck for the big trout the reseviour harbored.
Coming here puzzled me a little, but I said nothing,
knowing that what ever Jim had in mind, was part of a
plan he and his friends had put together during the
week.
	As we reached the trees, he took a road that was
little more than an old wagon trail, and headed up a
ravine away from the water.  "Good bye fishermen," I
thought.  The trail wound up the ravine a mile or so
then twisted suddenly to the right, and topped out on
the flat high desert of that part of the country,
where it paralleled the ravine for what looked like
infinity off into the blue distance.  I'd never been
in this area, so it was the views were new to me.  On
the right, the Rockies rose like a blue wall, and on
the left, somewhere in the distance, was Kansas, the
Mississippi, and the eastern seaboard where I would
oneday make my life.  It felt like I was looking into
the future.
	After another ten minutes of driving, I caught a
glint of sunlight on the windshield of a car in the
distance.  Jim kept his Chevy at the same even pace,
as the distance to the car parked up ahead grew less
and less.  When we arrived next to the car, Jim pulled
up along side, and parked the Chevy, which was now
covered in dust as was the cream and white Ford rag
top I recognised as belonign to Jim's friend Tony D.
	Tony was the catcher on our school's baseball team.
Jim the star pitcher, and although Jim had told me
Tony and another boy, Reese W., were both gay, I still
found it hard to believe.  Both boys were strong and
masculine looking, not at all like me.  I was tall,
yes, but for some reason my body had never been more
than a thin rail.  I didn't go in for sports much, and
worked my whole highschool career to avoid the coach
who wanted me on the basketball team since I was
easily the tallest kid in school at six feet four
inches.   I hated the idea of playing a game like
that, and my talent was in the art arena, istead of
the more conventional sports.  I had also developed a
hate for the coach, because I'd heard he had started a
rumor that I must be a fag, because I wouldn't sign up
for the team tryouts even.  What I'd eventually find
out about him though would turn the tables one day.
	While we let the dust settle Jim gave my cock another
squeeze before we got out of the car.  I kissed him on
the cheek, and then climbed out onto the rim of the
ravine which had gotten deeper at this point, and was
actually more of a small canyon.  In the bottom, a
creek meandered among willows, but across the creek in
a hollowed out cave overhang, someone had built a
fire.
	"Come on," Jim said.  "That's the guys. "  We made
our way down through the red sandstone cliffs of the
little gorge, and at the stream, took a rude foot
bridge made of flat stones and logs across to the far
bank.  This side of the canyon was still in darkness
because the sun had not climbed high enough to fill it
yet.
	Jim shouted hello and his voice echoed up the stones
of the canyon, and came back with shouts from two
other voices impossible to recognise with the
distortions the echos produced.  We climbed up a
series of ancient hand and foot holds carved by
Indians, and once on the platform of the cave floor, I
could see the remains of an ancient pueblo.  It wasn't
large, but it was nearly complete.  On a platform
built of retaining stones, and hard packed earth, Tony
D. and Reese W., had built a nice fire they were
standing around warming themselves.  It was still
chilly in the cave..  The two boys were both wearing
their letter jackets and levis, but neither had on
shirts under their heavy wool, Kelly green, and white,
jackets emblazoned with the large "W" of our school,
Washington High.
	As we climbed up to where they were, they both came
to the edge of the retaining wall, and gave us a hand
up.  Tony offered us hot coffee from a thermos he had
brought along, and we stood around the fire in the
chill, talking about what the day would bring.  The
plan was to go to Tony's house after his parents had
gotten around and headed out to Colorado Springs for a
day of golf with his father's business partner.  Tony
didn't expect them back before ten that night, because
everytime they played golf in the Springs, they always
ended up staying for dinner and dancing at the country
club that night.  Then the drive back to Denver took
at least an hour and a half with his father half
loaded, he always took it slow.
	Reese took out a pack of Luckies, and offered them
around.  I declined, but the other three all lighted
up and as they smoked, the conversation turned to sex.
 Tony joked about what he knew about Jim and me.  "You
two must be tired after spending the night in bed
together."  We all laughed.
	"No rest for the horny," Jim added.  "What about you
two?"  Reese snickered.
	"We had to settle for the back seat.  Both our folks
were home all night, and are getting suspicious that
we spend so much time together."
	"Yeah," Tony said.  "My fuckin'dad actually asked me
if I was queer for Reese.  I told the motherfucker
that If I was, it was none of his business.  Actually
I think he might be queer for him too.  He's go a cute
little ass," he grabbed Reese's ass cheek with his
hand, and slapped it.  "Don't you think?"   We all
agreed.
	"How long do we have to hang out here," Jim asked.
"It's fucking cold under this rock."
	"My folks have to leave by nine or so to make their
tee off time. " He looked at his watch in the
firelight.  "Shit.  We might as well take off now.  By
the time we get to the house, they will already be
gone. "  He started kicking the burning logs out of
the fire, to break it up.  When the flames died a
little, he poured the remaining coffee over the
brightest to extinguish them, and then pulled out his
cock and began pissing on the rest.  Reese did it as
well, and then Jim and I joined in.  Tony whistled a
little when I pulled my dick out.
	"I can see why you've fallen in love fucker," he said
to Jim.  We all laughed.
	We raced to the cars shouting to each other, because
we all wanted to be first, so we didn't have to eat
the other's dust cloud on the way back out to paved
road.  Jim and I won, but not by much.  We slammed the
car doors just as Tony and Reese has pulled theirs
open.  We tore out in front of the Ford, but they were
soon on our bumper so close, I could see them laughing
at some joke most likely about us.  On the highway
again, we played a game of cat and mouse, passing each
other and flipping fingers as we roared past.  When we
reached the neighborhood where Tony D.'s parents had
their home, we slowed down, so we wouldn't draw too
much attention to ourselves.  Tony used his remote to
raise the garage door, and we both pulled in and
killed the engines.  The two car garage was a tight
fit, so we let Tony and Reese get out first.  Tony was
unlocking the door to the back entrance to the house
as Jim and I got out.
	"Lets go down into the den," Tony said.  He flipped a
light switch, and the stairs to the basement were
lighted.  We headed down the concrete steps into a
large room that had been finished with a large
television, a pool table, and several comfortable
stuffed chairs and large couch.  A professional dart
board hung on the wall, and next to the TV and
entertainment center, was a small wet bar, with a
refrigerator under the counter with beer and sodas.
	"Any body hungry or thirsty?" Tony asked.  Jim and I
said no, but Reese said he could eat something.  Tony
told us to hang out, while he went to the kitchen and
brought down something to eat.  Jim and I had started
a game of pool, while Reese watched.  While I was bent
forward over the table to make a bank shot, Reese
stepped up behind me and humped my butt, causing me to
miss my calculated shot.
	"Lay off Reese."  I pushed him away with a palm on
his chest.  He staggered back dramatically like I'd
pushed him hard.
	"Oooh, she's so strong," he cooed.
	"Cut it out damn it."  I was beginning to take a
dislike to the mostly silent Reese.  He was esier to
take when he kept quiet.  He was about six feet tall,
and well muscled.  His body tended to fat a little,
but he was far from what anyone would call fat.  His
crew cut hair was pale, but not really actually what
you would call blond.  You could see his scalp through
the thin hair.  His naked chest, exposed under his
team jacket, was hairless, with two large nipples,
brown on his pectorals.  They were large nubs that
stood erect, probably from his perpetual state of
arousal.  He was always grabbing his cock and
adjusting it even on the playing field, when all eyes
were on him.  He was one total horn dog.   I figured
that since he didn't go out with any of the girls at
school, there were probably rumors circulating about
him already.
	Tony came back down with a bowl of fruit, and a
pitcher of milk,  Tucked under his arm was a box of
cornflakes.  He also had two bowls and spoons in his
jacket pockets.  As he laid out the food on the coffee
table for the two of them, I looked him over closely,
not really having paid much attention to him before.
He was maybe five nine, with a darker complexion from
his Italian heritage.  His dark blue black hair was
long and combed into an Elvis ducktail, the front
curled with a heavy application of hair oil which
smelled of roses.  He was smooth skinned, and his face
had the babyish look of the little cherubs in old
Italian paintings.  His eyes however were intensely
blue, which he probably got from his mother, who was a
blue eyed blonde I'd seen sitting next to his swarthy
father at games.  He too lacked hair on his chest, but
starting below his belly button, a thin path of hair
led down into his levis into his pubes.  His pants
were always worn low slung, and he never wore a belt
with them, that I'd ever seen anyway, and his eyes
seemed always to be extending an invitation to come to
bed.  He was by far the sexiest of the two boys in my
opinion, but they obviously had hooked up together
because they had realized they had similar interests
sexually.
	We finished our pool game while they ate, and
surprisingly, I won by several points.  Jim, was an
expert pitcher of baseballs, but seemed to lack the
ability to hit a smaller ball with a stick and make it
go where he wanted it to go.  We put the cues away,
and Jim put on a stack of 45's to play on the record
player built into the unit that housed the TV.  The
first song was a Johny Mathis tune called the "12th of
Never".  He and I sang along with this current hit.
It was followed by a Chuck Berry song, "Mabelene", and
we started to dance.  Tony and Reese finished ther
cerial, and got up to dance with us.  Soon, the
jackets were pulled off, and both boys were dancing
holding onto each other's naked arms.  Jim saw what
they had done, and started trying to pull my sweat
shirt off.  I helped him, and when done, I tugged his
t shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head
turning it inside out.   We danced, getting wilder all
the while.  When the record ended and the next one
dropped, he took me in his arms, his naked torso felt
warm and good against my skin.  The song was a slow
instrumental by the Ventures.  Jim held me close and
we strolled around the room hugging each other close.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Tony and Reese
break apart, and start pulling off their pants.  They
both were wearing white cotton briefs, and they kept
these on, but the cloth did little to hide their semi
hard cocks and ball sacks.  They resumed dancing to
the next record, "Sea of Love."
	Jim whispered that we should strip as well, so we
did.  Jim hadn't bothered with briefs when he'd
dressed that morning, and his cock was already hard
against my hip.  We resumed dancing, and he was soon
sliding his palm down the back of my briefs and
fingerig my hole.  I looked at the other two still
dancing, and saw they were fondling each other's now
rigid cocks through their cotten briefs.  When the
record ended finally, Fats Domino dropped onto the
turntable, and began crooning about finding his thrill
on blueberry hill.  My favorite song in those days.  I
started to kiss Jim on the neck and ear, and let my
hand take hold of his hardness as we danced.   He
started tugging my briefs off, and when they fell to
my ankles, and I stepped out of them as we danced
across the floor.  The other two guys were also now
naked, except for their white tube socks and tennis
shoes.  Both their cocks were standing up against
their stomaches.  I could see that Reese was the
better hung of the two, and understood why he was
always constantly adjusting himself.  He must have had
a good eight inches of thick hard cock between his
legs.
	Tony was no slouch in that respect though his six or
seven inch cock was as thick as a can of pop at the
base, and had a long tapered look to it.  His cockhead
was small, but the base of his cock was thick.  He
made up for his small dickhead with a magnificent set
of low hanging balls that looked the size of hens eggs
hanging in their skin sack.  I felt a strange pang of
hunger for both their cocks.  I wanted to touch them,
feel them, and feel them penetrating places in me
where I'd only experienced Jim before.  I wanted the
party to get started.  I shocked myself, but suddenly
dropping to my knees, and taking Jim's hardess into my
mouth and began sucking him.  Out of the corner of my
eye, I could see the other two stop dancing, and break
apart to watch.
	"She's hot to trot," Reese's voice whispered loudly
in the room.  I pulled back to Jim's cock head, and
twisted to look over at them inviting them to join in
with my eyes, and they both got the message.  They
qiuckly crossed the room, and I felt their hard cocks
trailing over my back and face.  Their hands were
feeling me and Jim all over.  Jim took my head in his
hands, and began to fuck my face and I felt tongues
begin to lick over my body.  I closed my eyse and
enjoyed the new sensations.  Someone laid down and
crawled under me between my legs, and began licking my
balls and the underside of my rigid shaft.  I pulled
off Jim for a second, and glanced down into Tony's
bright lust filled eyes.  Back at work on Jim, I felt
something being worked into my hole with fingers.  Jim
leaned over my back, and I could hear him kissing
Reese moaning as he did.  After several moments of
this, Reese pulled his fingers out of me, and I found
his legs straddling mine as he put himself into
position to put his big thick cock in my hole.
	The big head of his cock began to push at my
sphincter, and I relaxed and let him in.  A cock that
large couldn't be denied.  I wanted to feel the
massive presence in my guts more than anything I could
think of at that moment.  He worked himself into me,
until he was well seated in place.  He laid his chest
on my back, and wrapped his arms around me and began a
slow fuck of my asshole.  Jim was murmuring for him to
fuck me deep.  Reese was doing his best.  Jim pulled
me off his cock, and turning around, bent over in
front of me and spread his butt cheeks with his hands.
 He wanted me to rim his hole to get it wet for
penetration.  I leaned forward and licked across his
bud, and he pushed back onto my face.  I tongued into
his hole, and soon had him sopping wet.  He stood up
and walked behind me.  I twisted my head to see him
lowering himself onto Tony's hard cock, exposed
beneith and behind Reeses humping ass.  Tony moaned
under me, and sucked both my balls into his mouth.  I
moaned with the multiple pleasures my body was
experiencing for the first time, and leaned back
further into Reese's arms.  He was moaning in my ear,
and began to lick my neck and ear sending shivers of
pleasure through me.
	We remained in this compact knot of sex lust for
several long minutes until Reese began humping my hole
as hard as his position could allow, and he grunted
that he was cumming.  I reached over my shoulder, and
took his head in my arm, twisting my own neck until we
could touch tongues together.  He moaned and humped
his cum into my hole with several strong thrusts of
his hips.  I felt Tony's tongue licking our union, and
realized he was trying to get the overflow of his
lover's cum as it leaked around his big cock where it
penetrated into my body.
	Reese pulled his half hard cock out of me and stood
up.  Instantly, Tony was tonguing my still open hole
for the remains of Resse's deposit.  He thrust his
tongue deep inside my totally relaxed hole, and began
sucking.  I was in a delerium of pleasure from the
feelings he was giving me.  While this was going on,
Reese stepped around in front of me and pushed his
slimy cock into my face.  He took my head in his big
hands, and told me to clean his cock off.  I resisted
at first, but he stuck his thumbs into my mouth and
pried me open.  His cock was sill hard enough to slide
in across my tongue, the acrid ass juices tasting
sour.
	"Suck it clean mutherfucker." He demanded of me.  I
had no choice but to begin the process.  His cock was
big and thick, and soon was getting larger as I
sucked.  I didn't imagine he could cum again so
quickly after filling my hole with all he had, but it
didn't take long for me to realize by his humping my
face and throat that he was rising to the occassion
with another climax.
	"Man!  You suck the best dick I've ever felt."  He
moaned, and began fucking my throat.  Tony was finally
getting tired of tonguing my hole, and stopped, but
since Jim was still fucking himself on Tony's cock, he
just lay beneith me while Reese finally resched a
second blow of cum.  I swallowed and as he pulled away
from me, his cock now too sensitive to touch, I stood
up. getting the kinks out of my long bent knees.
	Tony was laying on the floor, with his eyes closed
tightly, while Jim was bouncing hard on his cock.  I
stood and watched while he worked himself hard on Tony
to get his climax.  He was busy with his fist on his
own hardness, so I went down in front of him on my
knees again, and took his cockhead in my mouth.  He
grunted his appreciation, and almost instantly flooded
my mouth with his cum.  His tightening sphincter
brought Tony to the edge, and he started squirming
under him as he poured his cum into my lover's hole.
When it was over, I helped Jim to his feet.  He'd worn
himself out for the time being fucking himself in such
a diffucult position.  He and I collapsed on the
couch, and lay there watching Reese clean Tony's cock
with his tongue.  When he'd finished with Tony, he
walked across the carpet on his knees, and without
speaking, lifted Jim's tired legs high, and went to
work, tonguing and sucking Tony's spunk out of Jim's
ass.
	Afterward we lay there nude for a long time, talking
and joking, recovering for another go later in the
afternoon.  The orgy, the first of many I was to
experience, had taken us into the lunch hour.  We
decided to get dressed and go out to the local hangout
drive in for lunch.  We took the Ford, with the top
down, and drove in the glorious sunshine to the Monaco
drive-in and while the girls all skated by to talk to
us, ate hamburgers and malted milks.  Hanging with the
school's top jocks was my first experience of what
fame could be like.   If only all the girls wanting to
bed these boys could have seen us just a while before,
I guarantee they wouldn't have bothered paying us so
much attention.
	The radio was playing a Rick Nelson hit, "Mary Lou"
when the coach pulled up in his forty-nine Ford.  He
parked beside us, and got out of his car.  When one of
the girls rolled up to him, he ordered a shrimp basket
and a coke, and then leaned on the window frame of
Tony's car, looking straight at me.
	"You hanging with the team now?"  I looked him
straight in the eye and nodded.
	"We've been out roaming around all night," Tony said.
	"Well then you faggots ought to get some sleep. I'm
going to work your butts hard tomorrow morning.  We've
got a big game to prepare for next Saturday against
Jefferson, and you can bet they haven't been fucking
around all night."  He got back in his Ford, and Tony
motioned to one of the girls to take the trays off his
car.  When she had done it, he started his engine, and
backed out of the slot.  The coach waved as we pulled
away.
	"Asshole," Reese muttered.  "I could tell you a thing
or two about Coach."
	"Like what?"  I wanted to know, because I'd developed
a hatred for the man because of his harrassment of me
because I refused to go out for basketball.
	"For one thing, he's got a pencil dick."  He held up
his thumb and finger an inch apart.
	"Really?  How do you know?"  Reese scoffed, blowing
air through his nose.
	"I fucked the bastard in the showers all last year."
	"Yeah, and I fucked him the year before," Tony said.
"Problem is he eventually wants to fuck you with his
little dick, and it just ain't worth it."
	"That fucking pencil he pisses with hurts like hell
when he's pounding your hole like a rabbit."  Reese
spit out the window in disgust.  Bobby Vee came on the
radio asking us to take good care of his baby.  None
of us had any intention of ever touching his baby.

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