MY SUMMER TRIPP

Summer '93.
by Sean M.


        Shane and I had been riding bikes all day and wound up
over at the rest stop.  It was about 7:30 and the sun was almost
gone.  We had seen so many cute guys that we were horny as hell. 
We stopped for awhile to rest and talk about how our hard ons
were killing us.  Shane sat down on the curb next to his bike. 
He kept teasing me by sticking the head of his dick out the leg
of his shorts.  We got back on our bicycles and began searching
for a place to jack off.  I pointed out that we could always go
into the rest area bathroom.  We both said that we'd only go
there as a last resort.  We rode around for about 20 minutes with
no luck.  Every place was jammed pack with goddamn tourists. 
After our search, we quickly agreed that the men's restroom was
our only private choice. 

        The rest area was a real cruisy place for guys both local
and from nearby cities to have sex.  It was especially popular
for married men and hustlers.  There was always some kind of
trashy group of guys hanging around that Shane called "Trolls". 
The bathroom was a small cinder block building with no doors,
only an opening that was blocked off by a wooden wall.  The sun
was gone and the only light was from the street lights at the
entrance next to the interstate and the occasional headlights
from cars entering the rest area.  

        We parked our bikes next to the garbage cans outside the
bathroom.  My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it through
my shirt.  We didn't know what to expect.  I walked in first
feeling around on the wall for a light switch.  I found it and
flipped it up.  Nothing happened.  Our eyes hadn't adjusted to
the darkness yet.  We both slowly walked to the right, into the 
open area between the sinks and the toilet stalls.  My eyes were
wide open trying to see if anyone was inside.  Suddenly we heard
the sound of footsteps sliding across the cement floor.  I looked
in the direction of the noise.  There was an image of a small
built guy standing next to the sinks.  He looked to be about 20
years old but it was still too dark to tell.  

        As our eyes were beginning to focus to see around the
room, we could make out what looked to be about 4 guys in one of
the stalls.  I could tell that two of them had their shorts down
and were fucking two other guys.  The two guys doing the fucking
had their shirts off and had their shorts down around their
ankles.  I could see the white cheeks of their ass moving in and 
out.  The young guy next to the sink had pulled his dick out and
was beating off while he watched them fucking.  My dick was
beginning to get very hard again.  I reached back and grabbed
Shane's arm.  He held my wrist with his free hand and pulled it
down for me to feel his crotch.  His dick was as hard as a brick. 
Shane then walked into one of the open stalls (two to the left of
where the fuck-fest was going on).  He turned around to face me
and quickly dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my shorts. 
Before I could even get into the stall good, he had my dick down
his throat.  I'd gotten so horny I felt like I would explode any
minute now.  By now, I was fucking Shane's face and had turned to
where my back was against the wall.  I heard somebody whisper,
"fuck his face man".  I turned to see where it had come from and
if they were directing it at us.  I turned my head and was
shocked when I saw what looked to be five or six guys leaning up
against the wall staring at us.  They were all jacking off and
moving around trying to get a better view.  I had no idea they
were even in the restroom.  Knowing someone was watching us got
me even hornier.  I took their advice and began pounding Shane's
face.  I could hear him grunt whenever I'd ram back into his
throat out of rhythm.  I was almost to the point of cumming when
one of the guys walked in on us.  He was probably 26 years old or
so and I could see his smooth muscular chest and a thick trail 
of hair that lead from his navel to his dick. He put one hand on
Shane's shoulder and had the other at the base of his dick. His
dick was huge.  It was long and fat.  He shook his long hard meat
and leaned over to me and said, "let me have some of that cute
mouth".  I said, "no, it's mine".  I didn't want this stranger to
do anything to us.  When I gently pushed this guy away, my hand
brushed against his dick.  It was as smooth as glass, tight as a
drum and was hot to the touch.  He reached down around his knees
and got something out of his shorts pocket and put it in Shane's
hand.  He then asked if he could watch.  I told him I didn't care
but he'd have to back up.  I bent over and asked Shane what he
had given him.  At this point I was almost knocked down by the
smell of Poppers.  Poppers and Shane were like fire and gasoline. 
He screwed the top back on the Poppers and went back for my
crotch.  My head felt like it was about to explode.  Just the
faint smell of that stuff made my head swim.  Shane was grabbing
my balls and tugging on them to the point of pain.  The head of
my dick was getting sensitive and I began to pull away. 
Suddenly, the guy that gave him the Poppers was back next to us. 
Shane took one more hit and handed it to this guy.  This dude
still had a raging hard-on and kept shaking his huge pole at
Shane.  The next thing I knew, Shane had pulled his mouth off my
dick, grabbed this guys balls and was pulling them towards his
face.  Shane's fist was heading towards his chin.  Before I could
react, there was no inch of this dude's cock to be seen.  He was
all the way down Shane's neck and he didn't appear to be pulling
it out.  He had Shane's head pinned against the wall and was
grinding his hips into Shane's face.  With every thrust, I could
hear Shane's head bump up against the metal wall of the stall. 
At first, I thought Shane was in trouble until I noticed that he 
was still jerking off.  I was pissed but still horny.  

        I leaned around the corner and motioned for the small
built guy that we saw when we first went into the bathroom to
come over.  Of course, when I did that, about 3 other guys walked
towards me.  I grabbed for his crotch and pulled him closer.  I
felt around for his dick.  As it turned out, this 20 year old was
really about 14.  He was a runaway and smelled strongly of earth,
sweat and alcohol.  His dick was pointing up towards the top of
his underwear.  I could feel a bead of slimey precum oozing out
the end of his dick and onto the wasteband of his underwear.  I
looked over to see if Shane was getting jealous.  Hell, he was
too busy having his lungs stabbed by his new fuck friend's
mammoth cock.  I asked the kid his name.  He said, "Tripp, you're
not going to hurt me, are you?"  I said, "no, it'll feel good". 
He reached down and slid his two thumbs down the sides of his
underwear and pushed his briefs down to his thighs.  He was
extremely slim and had no muscle tone at all.  He was your
typical younger brother type.  I bent down and kissed his belly 
button.  There was an almost intoxicating odor coming from his
crotch.  It was the most potent odor of sex I'd ever smelled.  I
looked over and noticed that Shane had his guy's sperm all over
his face, neck and chest and he was just now shooting and
covering his stomach.  I wondered for a minute how he was  going
to clean it off before he went home but I was too busy with
Tripp.

        The smell of this Tripp's body odor was making me want to
shoot off.  I wasted no more time and sucked his dick.  I was
jacking off and tasting every square inch of his cock.  Tripp's
smell only made things better.  I made only ten or so slurps down
the shaft of his dick and balls before he let out a moan.  Tripp
wrapped his hands around my head and began to spurt drops of cum
in my mouth.  My tongue frantically searched for areas of his
dick that I had not yet tasted.  Before I knew it I was shooting
a stream of cum between his legs about 2 feet behind him.         
 By the time I stood up, Shane had cleaned himself up and was
wiping the cum off his hand onto the wall.  Tripp tucked himself
away and buttoned up his fly.  He walked over to the sink,
grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around his neck.  Shane, Tripp
and I slowly walked out of the restroom checking our appearance
as we got outside in the light.  As we got on our bikes, Tripp
said he had to go.  I asked him where he was
staying.  He said, "I guess I'll try to get picked up and sleep
at their place".  I told him that he could follow me home and if
the coast was clear, could stay for the night.  He said, "that
sounds great". 

        On the way home, Shane and I didn't hardly talk.  He knew
I was pissed at what he had done and I knew he was pissed about
me inviting Tripp to spend the night.  As we got to the street
where Shane lives, he quietly said, "see y'all later", and headed
off into the darkness.  Tripp then asked, "are you guys dating?" 
I said, "no, we're just good friends...I've always wanted to 
though".  He mentioned several times that he thought Shane was
cute and he didn't understand why I'd choose him over Shane.  I
told him not to be so hard on himself and that he was cute too. 
He made some lame joke about being "Hard" on himself.  We laughed
and headed towards my house.    

       I live about 6 big neighborhood blocks from Shane.  I made
Tripp stay outside my bedroom window until I got inside.  When I
walked in the kitchen door, my Mom was cooking dinner.  She
turned towards me as I walked in and I noticed her looking down
at my shirt.  She said, "what in the hell do you have all over
your shirt?"  I looked down.  Tripp had shot some of his load on
my shirt and it had stained it.  I quickly told her that Shane
and I stopped to get ice cream and it had melted all over the
place.  I doubt she bought it because she said, "well you need to
be careful".

        I said, "okay", and headed for my room.  On the way my
mom yelled and told me that supper would be ready in about 30
minutes.  I said, "alright, call me when it's ready!".  As I
walked into my room, I turned on the light beside my bed.  It has
a really low watt bulb which barely lights up my room.  I didn't
want my nosey neighbors to see Tripp climbing into my window.  I 
raised the blinds and motioned for Tripp to crawl inside.  Once
inside, he collapsed on the bed and let out a sigh.  Tripp said,
"I couldn't tell you the last time I spent the night in a real
house.  Usually I go home with a guy that lives in an apartment. 
This is cool".  I told him that my mom would be calling me soon
for supper and that I'd try to sneak up some for him.  He told me
that he hadn't eaten all day and all he'd had was a burger.  We
sat and talked until my mom yelled for me.  I went to the dining
room and inhaled my meal.  When my mom walked into the kitchen to
start cleaning up, I grabbed up a bowl and threw a little bit of
everything inside.  I picked up the bowl, sat it in the hallway
near my room and darted back to the table.  I began clearing the
table and carrying it to the kitchen sink.  I held my stomach and
told my mom I wasn't feeling well and that I was going to my room
and lie down.  She warned me about eating too fast and said she'd
check on me in a few minutes.  I quickly said, "that's alright,
I'll be okay".  Then my mom said, "well call me if you need me". 
I said, "will do".  

        As I got into the hallway, I noticed the bowl was
missing.  I looked around for it then slipped into my bedroom. 
Tripp had finished eating and was lying back on my bed with his
eyes closed.  He looked so young.  In the dim lit room he looked
younger.  I closed my door and locked it.  He opened his eyes,
smiled, and thanked me for the food.  I said, "no problem".  I
then asked, "where do you live?"  He sat up and said, "I ranaway
about three months ago.  My Dad is dead and my Mom is married to
an asshole that beats the shit out of me.  My Step brother would
make me have sex with he and his girlfriend and they get into
beating, whipping and would tie me up to his closet clothes  rod
and do shit to me.  Once they hung me up naked and she would suck
my step brother off till he came in her mouth and then she'd
french kiss me while he held my mouth open with a rubber handle
of a screwdriver.  I hate my whole fuckin' family 'coz when I
told my Step Dad about what they'd done, he called me a liar and
my Mom agreed with him.  Just a real bad deal".  I crossed my
legs so he couldn't see that I was getting a hard-on.  He rolled 
over on his side and I laid down facing his back.  I could still
smell his odor which caused my semi-hardon to go seriously stiff. 
I slowly ran my fingers up and down his neck playing with the
dirty blonde locks of hair that curled down around the top of his
neck.  After a few minutes, I leaned over to see if he was awake. 
He was sleeping peacefully and looked even more innocent.  I
gently kissed him on the cheek and crawled 
off the bed.  I untied his shoes and took them off.  He wasn't
wearing socks and his feet were black with dirt.  I unbuttoned
his pants and slipped them off.  Then slid his underwear off.  I
pulled the covers on top of him and gathered up his clothes and
threw them in my duffle bag of dirty clothes.  As I made my way
over to the light to turn it off, he opened his eyes and said,
"thanks again".  He  sat up enough to kiss me and then fell back
into the same
position and closed his eyes.  I turned the light out and, with
the duffle bag over my shoulder, headed for the laundry room.  My
Mom had this confused look on her face as I loaded the washing
machine.  This wasn't a common occurance for me to be doing 
laundry.  I guess she didn't say anything, fearing that I
wouldn't do it again.  

        The clothes were washed and dried and were in my arms
making their way back to my room.  Mom had gone to bed at her
usual early time and I was exhausted from riding bikes all day. 
When I got to my room, I opened the door and locked it behind me. 
I got undressed and made my way to the bed in my underwear.  I
pulled back the sheets on the other side of the bed and crawled 
in.  He smelled wonderful.  I laid there thinking about our
earlier experience and drifted off to sleep.  Sometime during the
night I woke up to Tripp cuddled up next to me.  I put my arms
around him and went back to sleep. Around 3:30am, I was awaken to
a familiar feeling.  There was a warm sensation down around my
dick.  Tripp was under the sheets giving me a blowjob.  It was 
the best feeling I'd had in a long time.  Once he saw that I was
awake, he emerged from the covers and gave me a long wet kiss.  I
could taste my cock on his tongue.  As he kissed me, I could feel
him pressing his dick against my leg.  It was warm and hard and
felt like it needed attention.  In between kisses, he would say
things to me like, "I want you", "I need you", I want your dick",
and "I want you inside me".  I couldn't believe that a kid his 
age could get that horny or be so sexy.  With each kiss my dick
grew.  Before I knew it he had moved up and was planting himself
down onto my dick.  From what I could feel, there was no
lubrication and it was still going in and out with no problem. 
The bed springs were beginning to squeak and I didn't want  my
Mom to hear us.  I told him to stop and to let me move onto the
floor.  I hadn't even gotten settled on the floor when he was
bouncing up and down on my shaft again.  He leaned over to the
side and grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me over on top of
him.  He quietly whispered, "I want you in me as deep as you can
go.  Don't worry about hurting me".  I was hesitant at first,
until I realized that I was shoving my 7" dick all the way in
with no trouble...and with no lubrication.   I had to put my hand
over his mouth to keep him from waking up the whole neighborhood
but it wasn't doing any good.  I looked around, still pumping,
and grabbed my underwear and stuck it in his mouth.  That worked
and I began giving it to him as hard as I could.  Occassionally, 
he would grab my ass and hold me into him and move his ass around
as if to get it to go in further.  He had one hand beating his
meat and the other one pinching his nipples.  He had small dark
nipples that stuck out.  They looked almost swollen, like when a
guy goes through puberty.  I had hold of both ankles and was
slamming down on top of him causing him to bend at the stomach.  
It's a wonder that I didn't break his back.  Towards the end,
Tripp was bent back and holding his boy dick at the base.  With
each thrust I'd give, he'd have shocks of orgasm.  Finally, he
shot a wad of cum that hit his face, my chest and the floor.  I
kept fucking until I was close to cumming.  He told me to keep it
inside him and to fill him up.  I took about twelve more strokes 
and began filling his gut with my sperm.  He felt so good.  We
both collapsed onto the floor and held each other.  His arm was
around my neck and I could smell his underarm.  It was a sweet
smell.  I asked him how he took my meat without lubrication.  He
said, "I was on the beach one night and was trying to pick up an
older guy.  The guy was about six foot four and weighed about 
200lbs.  He told me to get into his car and he would carry me to
get something to eat.  On the way to the restaraunt, he pulled
over behind the high school and ripped my jeans off without
unbuttoning them, then tore my underwear off, threw me over into
the back seat, crawled on top of me and forced his dick in my
ass.  I almost bled to death.  It was the most painful experience
I've ever had".  I sat there with my mouth and eyes wide open.  I
felt so sorry for Tripp.  I held him in my arms until the sun
began to rise.  Then I remembered...my Mom usually comes in and
kisses me bye before she goes to work.  I could hear her getting
ready to leave and I told Tripp to get under the bed until she
leaves.  Just as he crawled under the bed and I unlocked my door
and got back in the bed, she walked in.  She walked over, kissed
me and left.  Close call.  I went to the window and watched as
she drove off.  Tripp climbed out from under the bed and we went
to take a shower.  I turned the shower on and we both stood side
by side.  I'm 5'11" and he was about 5'6".  It was the first time
I'd seen him in good light.  He was alot cuter than I expected. 
I soaped up a wash cloth and began washing him like a baby.  I'd
raise one arm and scrub from his wrist to his butt.  Then do the
same to the other side.  I washed behind his ears and around his
neck and face.  He looked so cute with his eyes shut tight trying
to avoid getting soap into them.  I washed every square inch of
his body paying special attention to his crotch and ass.  I think
he loved the TLC.  When I began washing myself,  he would hold me
tightly from behind and I was able to feel his erection hitting 
up against my ass.  When I turned around to face him he faced the
other way.  He leaned up against the wall and arched his back,
jutting his ass up towards me.  I stooped down and stuck my
tongue in his ass.  It tasted clean and sweet.  I reached between
his legs and began playing with his balls.   He had the smallest
balls I've ever seen.  He turned around and I sucked his
erection.  He told me he wanted me to fuck him again but this
time he wanted me to put on a cockring so my dick would be
fatter.  I told him I didn't have one and that we'd have to find
something else.  He suggested a rubber band and I began looking
for one.  The closest thing I could find was a shower curtain
ring.  I strategically slipped it on and I began to feel my cock
swell.  I'd never used anything like this before.  I positioned
my dick against his opening and started to guide it in.  He moved
back and I went all the way in.  It felt great.  The shower
curtain ring caused my balls to dangle even more.  Everytime I'd
shove my meat into his hole, my balls would slap against his
scrotum.  I was going at it like a locomotive now and was holding
his shoulders for better leverage.  We stopped for a minute and I
asked him if he had ever had his pubes shaved.  He said, "no, but
I had an older friend that I used to mess around with that shaved
his entire body and it felt like a peach when he'd make me suck
his balls.  Can we do it?"  I said, "yeah, let me get the shaving
cream and a razor".  

        I went to the medicine chest and removed a can of Edge
shave cream and two of my Mom's disposable razors.  I stepped
back into the shower and we began lathering up.  I took the
shower curtain ring off and began working on his very small patch
of hair.  It didn't take long to finish his.  His balls had a
light coating of blonde hair and there was only a small patch
around the base of his dick.  As he was shaved my bush, I worked
on my balls.  If my balls were to get knicked, I wanted to be the
one responsible.  The whole time we were shaving, we both had
hard ons.  Don't know why...we just did.  We showered off again
and then grabbed a towel and headed for the living room.  As we
reached the living room, I snatched the towel from around his
waist and wrestled him to the sofa.  We hugged, kissed, fondled,
and stroked.  I went down on his bare cock and took both balls
and his dick into my mouth at once.  I swirled my tongue around
tickling the smooth sack covering his balls.  Amidst the passion
and lust, we heard a loud knock at the door.  We both froze.  I
ran to my room and grabbed a pair of gym shorts.  Tripp ran and
hid in my room while I answered the door.  I opened the door.  It
was Shane.  The first words out of his mouth were, "so Sean,
where is your new little fuck buddy?"  I smiled and said, "what
are you talking about?"  He said, "the one that you were just
sucking off on the couch!"  I smiled and said, "oh, he's 
in the bedroom".  Shane had apparently been watching through the
window.  Shane then asked, "well, would you mind if I join in for
a quick one?"  Seeing that I hadn't become attached to Tripp, I
said, "no, I don't mind. If Tripp doesn't mind".  Tripp walked
into the room after hearing our conversation.  He was wearing a
pair of Shane's shorts that I'd borrowed a while back.  Shane 
smiled and said, "nice shorts".  I blushed and Tripp said,
"thanks".  We all sat down on the couch and talked awhile.  We
talked about last night and Shane wanted to know what we had done
so far.  We kept it short and didn't fill in every detail.  Shane
was staring at Tripp's chest and stomach and was casually rubbing
his dick through his shorts.  Tripp moved over on the couch next
to Shane and began flirting with him.  I was next to Tripp and
was rubbing my hand up and down his thigh.  Before I knew it,
Shane was sliding his hand up Tripp's shorts leg and playing with
his dick.

        Shane began stroking Tripp's dick, holding it tightly and
making it swell.  Tripp reached over and started playing with my
dick.  I was playing with Tripp's nipples.  I knew it drove him
crazy.  Shane stood up and pulled off all his clothes then
reached down and slid his shorts off Tripp.  I was getting really
horny watching these two go at it.  Especially when Shane dropped
to his knees and pushed Tripp's legs apart and began eating his 
asshole.  I took this opportunity to run and get the shower
curtain ring and clip it around my cock.  I went back to the sofa
and stood over Tripp and guided my throbbing meat down his
throat.  Tripp's hands were everywhere.  He kept reaching out and
feeling our faces and tits.  Shane hates having his nipples
pinched and said, "Sean, we need something to tie his hands
down".  I jumped off the couch and grabbed the tie off my
bathrobe and some neckties that I didn't wear anymore.  I tied
one end of the bathrobe tie around the leg of the sofa and the
other to one of his hands.  Then I used one of the neckties to
tie his other hand to the other leg of the sofa.  Shane snatched
up another necktie and tied it to the leg at the other end of the
sofa and to one of his legs.  Then did the same with his other
leg.  I began planting my stiff cock down his throat and Shane
was raising his hips off the couch and was about to plug his
asshole.  Shane's dick was a little longer and rounder than mine
but not by much.  The whole time, Tripp was yelling, "fuck me,
fuck the fucking shit out of me"!  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.  Tripp could barely move and here we were about to plug
every opened hole on this kid.  Shane positioned himself at
Tripp's asshole and asked me to get some K-Y.  I said, "Shane, go
for it, believe it or not, he can take it".  Shane looked at him
with a surprized look on his face.  Tripp closed his eyes, smiled
and nodded.  You would have thought he was in a rodeo.  He began 
bucking and fucking Tripp's boyish ass like there was no
tomorrow.  Tripp's face was flush and you could see every vein in
his head popping out.  Suddenly, Tripp began moaning in a
semi-low pitch.  He was having the shit fucked out of him and was
enjoying the hell out of it.  I shoved my dick down his throat to
muffle the noise.  I pulled out after several minutes of deep
throating him and turned to face him.  He looked at me and said,
"I want both of you in me at the same time".  I looked at Shane
and Shane looked at me in disbelief.  We untied his legs and
crawled on my back beneath him.  Shane was repositioning himself
on top of him.  I slowly shoved my dick deep into his ass.  Then
moments later, Shane was on his way in.  At first I didn't think
it was going to work.  Tripp had tears flowing down his cheeks
and was the weirdest shade of burgundy.  I knew it was going to
be okay when Tripp began screaming, "y'all fuck me deeper and
harder!"  Shane and I smiled at each other and in a telepathic
way said, "give him all you got".   The friction between our
dicks began to heat up.  There was no lube and there was no
mercy.  I reached around and began jacking Tripp off.  It only
took about a minute for him to start shooting.  As his dick began
convulsing, it shot waves of spasms through his rectum and into
our dicks.  We both shot off at the same time.  I could feel
pools of semen pouring out of his ass and down my balls.  We were
all exhausted and laid there till noon.  I'm not sure how long we
kept our dicks in his hole but I know it was a long time.         
 Later that day, Tripp left and gave Shane and I a big hug and
kiss and thanked us for being his friends.  He said this was the
first time he had felt comfortable around other people that
understood him.          

        We never saw Tripp again.  And we never will.  I love
you.
                        
                        - Sean

              Tripp. 
              1978-1993