Date: Wed, 19 May 1999 17:24:34 EDT
From: Smartman2@aol.com
Subject: Mike (part four, HS)

 This story is mostly true and happened to me.  All the names have been
changed to protect the subjects' privacy.  This story contains descriptions of
sexual acts between young men.  If you do not wish to read this, or if you are
under eighteen, please exit now.  Thanks.

Part Four

     The night had become a full-fledged orgy.  We all did it twice more 
before we fell asleep.  Once I even fucked Mike in the ass while Chris sucked 
his cock.  When we did fall asleep, it was wrapped in each other's arms after 
a long bout of kissing.  
     A loud boom jolted me awake early the next morning.  Chris was beside me 
lying on his side sleeping peacefully.  I rolled over and looked toward the 
window.  It was pouring down rain outside.  As I watched the water stream 
down the glass, another loud crash of thunder vibrated the house.  I glanced 
at the clock on the bedside table.  It was eight thirty.    
     "'Morning," Chris said quietly, his voice thick with sleep.  
     "Hey," I smiled back.  
     I leaned in to Chris and kissed him.  He kissed back and then snuggled 
down into my arms.
     "Mike got up a while ago," Chris told me.  "He's gonna make us 
breakfast."
     "Wow, I didn't know he could cook," I said.
     "Yeah, I know.  But that's what he said."
     We were silent for a few minutes after that.  We just lay there 
peacefully holding each other and watching the rain come down.  After a while 
I turned my gaze to Chris, whose angelic face was resting on my chest.
     "God, you're beautiful," I whispered.
     "You too," he answered, twisting around so he could look up at me.  "I'm 
so happy being here.  I mean it.  You don't know how long I've wished for 
something like this -- aw jeeze, that sounded stupid."
     "No, I think it's sweet," I answered.  "I feel the same way about you."
     We were quiet for a couple of minutes more until delicious cooking 
smells began to drift up the stairs and into our room.  We were both drifting 
off again, but the aroma of Mike's cooking woke us up again and made our 
stomachs growl.  We got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush our 
teeth.  The rainy morning was a little cool, so we pulled on shorts and 
t-shirts before going downstairs.        
     Mike met us in the breakfast room.  He was wearing a pair of my uncle's 
silk boxer shorts and a robe that hung loose, exposing his bare chest.  They 
could have easily looked silly on him, but instead they made him almost 
irresistibly sexy.  He greeted Chris with a brief but very hot kiss before 
pulling me into his arms and slipping his tongue into my welcoming mouth.  
After that was over, we sat down to the delicious breakfast of omelets that 
Mike had whipped up for us.   We were amazed at what a great cook Mike was. 
He explained that because of his parent's work schedules, everyone in his 
family had to take their turn cooking.     
     After breakfast Mike suggested that we show Chris the video that had 
been the catalyst for getting him and me in bed together in the first place.  
 We both agreed and curled up together on the big leather couch in the den.  
Mike had the remote control and switched the movie on.  It was as big a turn 
on to Chris as it was to Mike and me.  By the time we reached the scene where 
the main character (the only guy in the sexuality class who hadn't yet swung 
both ways) finally goes down on his super-hung friend, Chris was breathing a 
little hard.  He began to move his hips around a bit while he rubbed and 
squeezed the large bulge in the front of his shorts.
      "Hey, looks like somebody's getting a little horny," Mike said 
teasingly.  He reached around and began massaging Chris' crotch.  
     "Why don't I help you take care of that?" Mike asked, slipping his 
fingers up the legs of Chris' shorts and teasing his cock.
      Chris said nothing in reply, but arched his pelvis up off the couch.  
Mike slid onto his knees on the floor in front of Chris and swiftly pulled 
Chris' shorts down to his ankles and then off.  I was behind Chris.  He was 
leaning back against my chest.  I slipped my arms around him and slid them 
under his shirt, caressing his chest and stomach.       
     Mike had engulfed Chris' throbbing cock to the root and was slowly and 
skillfully sliding it in and out of his wet mouth.  Chris' breath was ragged 
and he writhed in my arms, thrusting his cock into Mike's throat.  I held him 
tightly and covered the back of his neck and shoulders with kisses.  The head 
of my cock had slipped out of the waistband of my shorts and was rubbing 
deliciously against the naked flesh of Chris' gyrating ass.  Mike had pulled 
his own cock through the fly of my uncle's silk boxer shorts and was sliding 
the material over his cock as he jerked himself off.
     After a few minutes Chris began to buck even harder.  We knew he was 
getting close.
     "Oh--Oh god!  I'm gonna cum, Mike!"  Chris moaned.  "You're makin' me 
cum, man!"     
     I strained forward and pulled Chris' face to the side, slipping my 
tongue into his mouth.  He let out a stifled cry and kissed me back hard as 
his hot cum gushed into Mike's mouth and down his throat.  I glanced down 
just in time to see Mike's cock twitch and spill its load onto the carpet.  
We were all excited almost to the point of hyperventilating.  My chest was 
wet with sweat and sticking to Chris' back.  I hadn't cum, but really didn't 
care.  The experience had been extremely hot anyway.  
     After a while we all went upstairs and took a long, leisurely shower 
together, taking plenty of time for making out.  The rain continued falling 
all morning, so we amused ourselves by showing Chris all the things we'd 
discovered in the house.        
     One by one our parents called to make sure we were surviving the storm 
okay.  They all had the same things to say: what to do if the lights went 
out, not go out into the lightning, etc.  We each assured them that we were 
fine and got off the phone as quickly as possible.  We laughed about their 
concern, but their phone calls had a strange effect on us.  We were suddenly 
thrust out of our fantasy world of glorious independence and back into 
reality.  And the fact that Mike and Chris would be going home the next 
morning was beginning to loom before us.
     We finally settled in on the soft carpet of the screening room floor.  
We'd each gotten a beer out of the fridge in what I guess was an unspoken 
desire to calm our anxieties.  We started out talking about small stuff: what 
plans we had for the rest of the summer, what cars we hoped to drive when we 
finally got our licenses.  It didn't take us long to get around to what we 
really wanted to talk about.  
     We all realized how unrealistic it was to expect to be lovers after we 
went home.  We would seldom have chances to be alone together for any length 
of time.  And the thought of being discovered by our parents or our peers 
terrified us all.  This was 1987, after all, and our rather small suburban 
community was no place for teenagers to be openly gay without great risks to 
their safety.  We all wanted to be brave enough to make being together 
possible, but none of us were. 
     As we talked we all snuggled in together until we were all three resting 
in a sort of embrace.  Chris was being the most realistic and well spoken of 
our trio.  Mike seemed angry and frustrated at the world.  He downed his beer 
in great gulping swallows and blinked back the tears that I noticed 
occasionally gathered in his eyes.  I myself felt like bawling when I thought 
of being apart from my two beautiful young men, but I held it in.  I was 
afraid that if I cried, Mike would crack, and Mike reduced to tears was 
something I couldn't bear to see.  
     Just when we had gotten to the point of talking ourselves into a 
profound silence that threatened to drown out the joy we had  felt for the 
past two days, a great bolt of lightning cracked only a few miles from the 
house.  The glass in the windows vibrated with the force of the blast.  We 
all looked up to see the sheets of rain begin to pound against the house with 
renewed strength.
     Rising, we went to the windows and attempted to look out.  The rain had 
become a thick curtain that obscured almost everything from our view.  I 
suggested that we go out to the poolroom and watch the storm from there.
      The poolroom walls were made up of a series of picture windows and 
French doors interrupted only in one corner by the passage into the main 
house.  The room was illuminated by a series of small, yet ostentatious 
crystal chandeliers.  They tinkled slightly with each clap of thunder.  The 
air had gone shockingly cold for July and steam slowly rose off the surface 
of the water.  We walked separately and slowly around the room peering out at 
the gray wash that the world had become. 
      With a deafening explosion, the room was for an instant flooded with 
blinding white light as a bolt of lightning struck less than a mile away.  
The chandeliers flickered for a moment and then went out.  We were plunged 
into the ashen gloom of the storm, the thunder crashing outside and the 
crystals clinking overhead drowning out our own heavy breathing.
     I was about to usher us all back into the house when Mike unexpectedly 
turned away from the window and dove headfirst into the steaming water.  
Chris and I watched silently as he swam to the large inflatable raft drifting 
in the center of the deep end.  Mike swung himself onto the raft with some 
effort and paused a moment before beckoning for us to join him.  Without 
speaking we dove in and pulled ourselves onto the raft as quickly as we 
could.  Chris was the first aboard.
     "Come here," Mike said to him, his voice husky and barely above a 
whisper.
     Chris leaned forward and was immediately pulled into a deep, wet kiss.  
I was right behind Chris and without hesitation curled in beside Mile, 
wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck and shoulder  as my hips 
ground into his flank.  Our cocks were all instantly hard and throbbing.  We 
fondled and groped each other with furious abandon, our lust galvanized by 
the storm and our own frustration.
     Mike turned on his side and began to kiss me.  Our hands slid over each 
other's chest and faces.  Chris had twisted himself around and was 
alternately stroking and sucking first Mike's then my cock.  His genitalia 
dangled within our reach and we groped at them and leaned forward to lick his 
balls whenever we broke from our kiss.  After a bit, Chris reached around and 
began to slide his long wet middle finger in and out of my asshole, stroking 
my prostate, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat.  The sensation was 
electric and a few moments of it was all I could take before, with a howl, I 
erupted all of my morning's buildup of cum into Chris' mouth.  He continued 
sucking until I was squirming and moaning, my cock having become almost raw 
with erotic sensation.  
     Chris carefully crawled up and bent in to join our kiss.  Mike and I 
extended our tongues, the tips licking at each other.  Chris extended his 
tongue to join us.  As our tongues met, a stream of my cum that Chris had 
held in his mouth began to run out onto our faces and into our mouths.  I was 
shocked, but savored the salty flavor of my own sperm.
      My fingers were wrapped around Mike's thick cock, and I was barely 
aware of it's becoming harder in my pumping fist until he began to moan 
loudly and thrust powerfully into my side.  The raft dipped and water washed 
over us with each thrust as Mike shot his load over my thigh and onto my bush 
and stomach.  Some of it splattered against Chris' cock and legs as Mike 
trembled and shook.  
     We continued writhing against each other furiously while twisting around 
dangerously on the raft.  Mike crawled on top of us and thrust his still-hard 
cock against my groin, and then I was on top, sliding Chris' cock down my 
throat while Mike fingered my ass.  As we bucked in the strobe-light 
illumination of the lightning, more water swept onto the raft, periodically 
blinding us or filling our mouths and causing us to cough and sputter before 
diving back onto a cock or into a kiss. 
      Finally my face was pressed sideways against the raft, the water 
lapping against me while Chris held me in a tight embrace and thrust his 
throbbing cock against the supple flesh of my ass cheeks and covered my back 
with licks and kisses.  Mike lay flat against my front and held my face with 
both hands and kissed me deeply in what felt like slow motion.  I had just 
become dimly aware of the fact that tears were streaming down Mike's face 
when Chris rose up and with a long groan covered both of our flanks in his 
cum.  He collapsed down between us and we all three lay silent for minutes, 
panting with exhaustion.    
      It was angry and defiant love we had made, full of frustration and rage 
against our place in the world.  It was our last day together and we weren't 
going give it up without a fight. 
      I fell into a light sleep while still on the raft and awoke in horror 
after rolling off into the water.  I clawed my way to the surface and hauled 
myself onto the side of the pool.  Mike and Chris rushed to my aid as I 
coughed up a lung-full of water onto the floor.     
      The storm let up a bit but did not cease dumping rain on us all 
afternoon.  For lack of anything else to do, we all took a long nap together 
on the large master bed.  It was a deliciously dreamy experience to slip in 
and out of sleep in the cool grayness of the storm-lit room, curled up naked 
and unashamed with my two wonderful friends. 
     That night we raided the kitchen and with Mike's help, prepared a clumsy 
feast.  We filled the dining room with candles and spread the long table with 
linens.  The classical music station was cranked up.  Finally, we opened a 
bottle of wine and enjoyed it as well as our immature palates could manage.  
We didn't dress for dinner, however, and dining nude in the opulent, 
candle-lit room made us feel very decadent indeed.  The wine and the food 
restored our spirits.  We talked and laughed all through the meal and even 
got up and danced a couple of times.  It was beautiful.
     We were rapidly growing tired, however.  But we desperately wanted to be 
together one more time before the night was over.  Mike had slipped under the 
table and was playfully sucking my cock while I sat in my chair.  He was 
talking dirty to me between licks, and I was doing my best to match him.  I 
said that what I really wanted to do was to throw him down on top of the 
table and fuck his brains out. 
     "Oh man, that would be hot!" Chris said, surprising me a bit.
     "Yeah, it would be," Mike agreed from between my legs.
     "Okay, why not?" I decided.  My cock gave a twitch.
     All of us wanted to be on the bottom at least for a little bit.  I 
headed for the downstairs bathroom; Mike and Chris went to the upstairs 
baths.  After I'd cleaned up, I went to the foyer to wait for the others.  
Mike was coming down the stairs as I entered the room.  He had the bottle of 
lube in his hand.
     "Hey baby," he said with a broad smile as we met on the bottom step.  
     "Hi," I smiled back as I leaned in to kiss him.  
     I was still a bit tipsy from the wine, and it was easy for Mike to pull 
me down with him onto the wide, carpeted stairs.  We lay there languidly 
kissing and stroking each other until Chris emerged from his bathroom and 
came down to join us.  He was about to stoop down to where we were.  Suddenly 
he straightened up and went to one of the windows that flanked the front door.
     "The rain has stopped!" he exclaimed.
     He opened the front door and went out as we followed after him.  The 
rain had stopped, probably an hour or two before, I guessed from the way 
everything was drying.  We'd been so wrapped up in dinner that we hadn't 
noticed.  The clouds had broken revealing a breathtakingly bright star-filled 
sky.  The temperature had risen back to normal, and the air was sultry but 
delicious.
     "God, it feels good to be outside!" Chris exclaimed.  
     "Yeah, it sure does," I agreed.  We'd been trapped in the house all day 
and it was wonderful to get some fresh air.  
     Mike came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  I held his 
arms and squeezed them.  He kissed me on the neck.  
     "Don't worry," he said.  "We'll see each other again."
     "Yeah, I know," I answered.  "It just won't be like this."
     Chris came up and wrapped his arms around both of us and held us for a 
moment.  Then he lifted his head and kissed me slowly on the mouth.  Mike 
leaned his head over my shoulder and kissed Chris as well.
     "You know what?  Chris whispered.  "Let's just do it right here, 
outside."
     "Yeah, that'd be nice," Mike answered.
      I thought for a moment.
     "Let's do it."  
     Chris smiled his beautiful smile at me and slowly dropped to his knees.  
My cock was already hard and slid quickly into his eager mouth.  I sighed as 
Mike began caressing my torso and kissing my neck.  A soft breeze was lifting 
up out of the valley and swept deliciously over our naked bodies.  I let my 
knees relax and sank slowly down onto the wet grass, taking Mike with me.  We 
lay on the ground and kissed for a long time.  Our skin quickly became slick 
from the rain left on the ground.  Little smears of green and brown began to 
appear on our flesh, although we didn't care. 
     I rolled Mike onto his back and spread his ass-cheeks wide, exposing his 
puckered, pink hole.  I greedily dove in and began to lick and probe the 
clean little knot with my tongue.  Mike groaned and thrust himself back into 
me.  Chris giggled a bit and leaned down and began to rim me as well.
     "Come on, man," Mike said, handing my the lube, "stick it in."
     I popped open the bottle and squeezed some onto my hand.  I quickly 
spread it over my cock and rubbed it into Mike's crack.  He sighed as I 
massaged his hole and began to rub the head of my cock against it.  
Meanwhile, Chris had loosened me up enough to insert his middle finger.  I 
moaned and clenched my ass muscles, which caused me to thrust forward and pop 
the head of my cock through Mike's sphincter.  Mike gasped and cried out, but 
pushed himself back onto my cock.  At the same time, Chris had slicked 
himself up and began slowly sliding his cock into my tight hole.  Gently we 
eased into each other until finally we were all the way in.  We paused for a 
moment to catch our breath.
     "Mike," I panted, "Chris' in me, too."
     "Really?" Mike gasped in reply.  "Oh cool!  How is it, Chris?"
     "Oh, god!"  Chris moaned in reply.  "Oh god, it's so good!  So goddamn 
tight!"     
     "Umm, so now what do we do?" I panted.
      We all laughed at that.  Slowly we began our fucking motions.  It took 
a few minutes, but eventually we worked out our rhythm.  My hard cock sliding 
in and out of Mike's clenching ass while Chris pounded my prostate with his 
own penis was probably the most amazing sensation I've ever experienced.  I 
began to moan very loudly.  I tried to stifle myself until I realized that 
there was no one around for miles to hear us.  I began to shout with joy at 
the pleasure I was experiencing.  Mike and Chris were making a lot of noise 
too.  Our cries of ecstasy echoed defiantly across the fields.
      "Okay," Mike gasped, "okay, we've gotta switch now.  I've gotta get my 
cock inside one of you guys."
      "Chris hasn't been fucked yet," I pointed out.
      "Yeah, oh please, Mike, fuck me!" Chris pleaded, sliding his cock out 
of me.
     "Okay, baby, anything you want," Mike answered, pulling away from me.    
 
     Mike crawled around to Chris and pushed him gently onto his back.  
Taking the bottle of lube, he slicked up Chris' ass and began sliding his 
index finger in and out of it.  Chris groaned and gasped as his hole was 
invaded for the first time.  Mike murmured soothingly for Chris to relax as 
he slowly pushed his cock into him.  I knelt by Chris and kissed him while I 
stroked his cock.
     Finally Mike was all the way in.  Chris had drawn his knees up to his 
shoulders and was practically screaming with pleasure.  I held Mike around 
his waist and slid my cock back inside him, and we took up our rhythm again.
     "Mike!" I shuttered.
     "Yeah?"  He panted back.
     "Mike, I love you!"  I shouted 
     "I love you too, baby!" he answered.
     "I love you, Matt!" Chris added.
     We all shouted our love for each other.  Our cries, mingling with our 
noises of passion, bounced off the house and rang in our ears until with a 
massive groan, Chris heaved and shot a rocket of cum that splattered against 
his chin.  I was desperately trying to hold steady as my own cock emptied 
wave after wave of cum into Mike.  Tears were dripping from Mike's eyes again 
as his body trembled and shook from his own massive orgasm.
     They both left early the next morning, with as short and painless a 
goodbye as we could manage.  As we knew would happen, our relationship pretty 
much ended then.  Both of them came back to visit me on two separate 
afternoons before my aunt and uncle came back from vacation, but only for a 
few hours.  Over the weeks and months, we met whenever we could, but it was 
difficult to find enough privacy to make love.  We found a secluded area of 
the woods behind my house, but the galloping autumn winds soon stopped us 
from going there.  
     When school started, I was of course further isolated from Mike and 
Chris because we attended different schools.  We managed one weekend together 
when my parents were out of town and my sister was staying with a friend, but 
otherwise never saw each other.
     Apparently Chris and Mike got together with greater success, but 
something else came along to mess that up.  Mike, who had always hung with a 
rough crowd as school, began taking heavy drugs, and quickly became a serious 
addict.  He wanted nothing more to do with his old friends, and barely 
managed not to be expelled.
     Several years later I ran into both of them, but not at the same time.  
I saw Mike in a department store the summer after a graduated from high 
school.  I didn't recognize him at first.  He'd gained a lot of weight.  His 
eyes were glazed and narrowed to slits; heavy dark circles hung below them.  
His hair looked greasy and there was at least a day's growth of stubble on 
his face.  His speech was slow and thick.  I managed to glean from our 
awkward conversation that he'd been held back a couple of times and still had 
two years of high school left.  
     Then he leaned in close to me and whispered that he had something to ask 
me.  His breath was sour with alcohol.  He asked me if I wanted to go to the 
men's room and have a quick fuck.  I declined and told him I had to go, and 
left quickly.  It was the saddest reunion I'd ever had.
     Chris I saw a few years later at a classic car show that was being held 
in the downtown area of the town where I attended college.  He was proudly 
showing a beautiful mid-70s' Corvette that he had restored.  He embraced me 
with glee when he saw me.  He told me about the vintage auto business that he 
had opened after he graduated from college.  He introduced me to his lover 
who was a very charming and handsome young man.  I couldn't have been happier 
for him. 
     These days I'm trying to scrape together a living as an artist and have 
a wonderful lover of my own that I've been with for years.  For a long time 
after my fiery affair with Mike and Chris, I almost wished the whole thing 
had never happened.  It was such a fairy tale, and fell apart so quickly.  
And I do think that maybe it kept me from exploring a few sexual 
opportunities that I might have enjoyed.  But now at a distance of twelve 
years, I'm able to look back on those few passionate days with wonder.  It's 
hard for me to believe that they even happened.  I think that from it I 
learned that even the most passionate love affairs die without enough courage 
to make them work, and that some aren't meant to work.  Now I have the 
courage to fight for my happiness with my lover, and I'm very thankful to 
Mike and Chris for helping me get here.
      
     Thanks again for the amazing amount of great feedback I've been getting 
about this story!  I'm so glad you've enjoying it.  It's been a wonderful 
experience for me to relive these old memories and share them with all of 
you.  Once again, if you'd like to write to me, my e-mail address is 
Smartman2@AOL.com.