Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 14:03:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Douglas Grant <dlgrantsf@yahoo.com>
Subject: naked-with-connor-9

Dedicated with affection to dudesweet (dude sweet at hot mail dot com),
whom I hope is living something like this story right now; and josh
(btomandback@hotmail.com), whose work has moved me, (and who deserves to be
published!)  I highly recommend their stories.

No real disclaimers, except that this is fiction -- with some real
experiences occasionally woven in.  The characters are composites, although
somewhat based on several real high school classmates of mine.  No names,
but more on that at the end of the series.

I won't urge underage boys to avoid this site, or avoid this behavior.  I
think gay boys should have lots of sex, as often as possible -- as long as
it's safe and healthy.  Physically, and emotionally.  That's important.
And I think gay boys should have boyfriends, whenever they can.

Copyright 2005 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved, apart from the
Nifty copyright.  Please, do not repost, or edit.

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Naked with Connor -- part 9 (final)


We weren't sure when Brian was coming to pick us up, so we paddled back to
the cabin a little early.

We went slow, though.  It was the end of the weekend, after all; and I know
I was getting -- well, that kind of sick, Sunday-night-before-school
feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I figured Connor felt the same way.

It was a lot more than just that, of course -- the end of the weekend, I
mean.

I guess I knew I'd been falling in love with Connor, since the first time
we kissed; before, even.

But the weekend -- that incredible weekend -- had changed everything.
Really everything.  What happened between us, the way we felt -- well, my
world just tilted ninety degrees; EVERYTHING was different.  I was
different.  I was in love.

And the idea of going back to living the way we'd done before -- was scary.

I'd really, really miss having his bare body right there.  Touching me.  On
me.  In me . . .

And it was going to be way, way hard to treat him like just-a-friend.
Around my parents.  Who knew me, so well . . .

I think Connor was feeling some of the same things.  When we got back, with
no Brian in sight, we started packing stuff up and cleaning and we were
kind of somber; not saying much.

Until we kind of got into a game of
wrap-up-your-boyfriend-in-blankets-and-try-to- tickle-him, which had a lot
of comforters and blankets flying around for awhile, and both of us
laughing, and a lot of ticking below the belt, even though we weren't
wearing any.  Belts, I mean.

Eventually we had everything packed up and rolled up.  Still no sign of
Brian; and it was hot -- we were both kind of dripping -- so we went back
in the lake, to enjoy ourselves while we waited for him.

And that's when I had my moment.  Or we had ours.

We sort of worked our way along the shore of the lake, staying fairly close
to the cabin.  In and out of the water, some, climbing on rocks, dipping
back in -- like we'd done the first afternoon.

But a lot more comfortably, than that first day.

Like I said, everything had changed.

And it was nice, and fun, and erotic -- and I was almost overwhelmed, with
the idea of telling Connor how I felt.  That I loved him.  Maybe it was the
insecurity of it all -- going back to ordinary life, being afraid that
things would, like, change between us -- or maybe, it was just that I
really, really wanted to be honest with him.

Whatever.  I really wanted to tell him.

I didn't, of course.  That was four whole days away, still.

But -- I tried to make up for it.  By the way I looked at him; the way I
talked, what I said.  The way I touched him.  I tried to show him how I
felt.

And, that last hour or so, I realized he was doing the same thing so
obviously, back at me, -- it just made something inside me kind of glow.
And I stopped feeling hollow and afraid.

And it turned that last hour, some ways, into the best hour of the whole
weekend.  Which was saying a lot.

If you've been in love, you know what I mean . . .


We were far enough away that we saw the dust, before we saw Brian's
Cherokee.

"Uh-oh," said Connor.  "We'd better get back."

Swimming back was easier and faster than wading; Connor went first, and
went up the pier ladder almost running.  Brian was standing there already.

"Big brother!" Connor yelled, and grabbed him and hugged him and kissed his
cheek.

"Yahhh!" Brian laughed, and jumped back; he was wet all down his front.

So for the heck of it, I did the same thing.  "Big brother!" I yelled, and
did the grab-and- hug-and-kiss thing.

"Ahhh!"  This time he REALLY jumped, and Connor was howling.  "You shits!"

"Hey, we're just glad to see you!"  Connor laughed.

"Yeah.  Right.  You know, I can still dunk you."

"Like I'm not already wet?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."  He kind of stood back and looked at both of us, then
just at Connor; really intently.  "So.  You have a good time?"

"Best weekend of my life," Connor said, softly, and moved next to me, and
put his arm around my waist, and laid his head kind of against mine.

And all of a sudden I realized I was nude, in front of a totally clothed
Brian; and that my boyfriend Connor was HOLDING me, and I was blushing like
totally crazy --

And it didn't matter.  Because Connor was holding me.  So I put my arms
around his waist, and looked back at Connor's brother.

"Cool," was all he said.  And I could see in his look, -- I don't know.  A
certain protectiveness.  Tenderness.  Understanding.

I wished, right then, that I had a brother.  One as cool as Brian, anyway.

I have GOT to be a better big brother, to Megan and Zoe.  I really do.

I'm going to try, anyway.

"So -- you're gonna come take a quick dip with us, right?" Connor asked,
like it was all arranged.

"Uhhh . . . I don't think so, little brother.  It's getting kind of late."

"Oh, come on!  It won't take long.  And you must be hot, after driving all
this way.  Come on!"  Connor's voice had a kind of wheedling tone I hadn't
really heard before; I could suddenly picture him doing the
annoying-little-brother thing, and I smiled.

"Yeah, why not?" I put in.  "After all, you're already wet."

"Yeah!" said Connor, squeezing me around the waist.

I watched Brian's face kind of twist up, like he was about to change his
mind, and I thought we'd won; but, nope.

"Oh, man, I'd really like to; but it's already so late, if we don't go soon
we'll hit traffic and we won't get home `til midnight.  I really wish I
could, though."

"Awwww . . . we'll make it quick!"  Connor was in full little brother mode,
now.

"No. We've got to go," he said firmly.  "You guys go wash off, and I'll
start loading the car. Go on!"  He aimed a playful swat at Connor's bare
butt, and Connor pulled us both out of range, grumbling a little just for
show.

We washed each other off in the shower, like usual; Brian yelled in at us
that he was shutting off the propane for the hot water, and so we should
hurry up.  I tried not to think about how much I was going to miss doing
his, touching Connor all over, as we finished up and dried each other off.

At the end of the first day, we'd deliberately moved our clothes to the
bedroom, out of sight.  Now Connor and I looked down at them, and I was
just amazed at how little I wanted to get dressed.  After three days bare,
and comfortable, I just hated the idea.

"I REALLY don't want to get dressed," muttered Connor, as we hesitated.

"I know."  I looked down, and kind of thought, what the fuck; then I picked
up my jeans.  "This is all I'm going to wear."

"Really?"  Connor looked at me, and then smiled big.  "Me, too."  He
rummaged through his clothes, picked up his jeans -- no underwear -- and
pulled them on.  "I told you I turned you," he said, a little softly,
looking up at me.

"Yeah.  Well, it didn't take much."

I pulled up my own jeans, then kneeled down to stuff my t-shirt, underwear,
shoes and socks into the gym back I'd brought, and Connor did the same;
then we padded on out to the front room.

Brian was just picking up the last pile of comforters.  He lifted an
eyebrow.

"THAT'S dressed?"

"Yeah," Connor said, simply.

I should explain.  Both of us were wearing fairly conservative jeans, -- I
mean, they weren't exactly low-rise, or anything.  But jeans these days are
pretty low-rise anyway, just by default . . . they show a lot.

Brian's face kind of softened, then he pursed his lips and make a kind of
silent whistle.

"Two HOT little boys . . . "  He smiled, shook his head, and we followed
him out to the car.

Brian went ahead of us; he went to the front passenger-side door, and
dumped the comforters on top of the cooler, and into the footwell, on top
of some other stuff.

"I kind of thought you wouldn't mind riding in the back seat," he said, a
little shyly.

"Thanks, big brother."  Connor hugged him, again, his cheek to Brian's
neck.

We made one last sweep, to make sure we hadn't left anything behind -- I
was paranoid that we'd lost the K-Y, until Connor told me that he had it --
then it was into the Cherokee, and gone.  I watched the cabin disappear,
behind us, through the dust cloud.

And like that, it was over.


Connor and I held hands, all the way home.

Well, full disclosure; we were rubbing bare feet all the way home, too.
But it's the same thing.  It left me feeling really warm inside.

I was more part of the conversation for this trip, than the last one Brian
asked us what we'd done, and Connor and I told him.

Not the sex part.  More about the swimming, and the shore, and canoeing
into Lower, Lower Yosemite Valley (I grabbed his nipple when he called it
that, and he yelped,) and the island.  That stuff.

And at some point, I got up the courage to ask Brian something I'd been
wondering about.

"So . . . . Connor said, that you, umm, kind of figured out about us.  Him
and me, I mean."

I felt myself flushing red, again.  I mean; it's the first time I'd ever
talked about -- well, being gay, or being Connor's boyfriend -- except with
Connor.

"Yeah."  I was sitting on the right, so I could see his eyes flick back at
me in the mirror.  "It wasn't hard."

"It wasn't?"

"Are you serious?  The way you guys look at each other, in school . . . you
both just kind of smolder at each other.  I swear.  The looks you give to
each other . . . "  I saw the reflection of his eyes crinkle up, in
laughter.  "You should hear Trav go on about it.  He sees you together, he
just automatically looks up at the sprinkler heads in the room, wherever we
are."

"He knows too?"  Connor sat up.

"He saw it before I did."  Brian pulled the Cherokee around a slow truck.
"It's not bad, or anything; we both think it's incredibly cute, actually.
And -- well, it helps if you know what to look for."

Connor and I glanced at each other.  Me, I was wondering about our friends
-- his set, and mine; still mostly separate groups.  Were we obvious to
them -- ?

"So -- how do you and Travis, like, deal with it?  At school, I mean?" I
wanted to know.

Brian shrugged.  "I don't know.  You get used to it, I guess.  Besides, he
keeps me laughing too much."  His eyes looked back at me, in the mirror,
then back to the road.  "To tell you the truth -- I wish we could be --
well, be out.  About each other."

"Wow," said Connor.  `Do you think you might?  Come out?"

"Probably not.  `Til college, anyway.  But I wish we could."

"I'm on your side, if you do," said Connor.

"Me, too."

"Thanks, little brother.  You, too, little brother," back at me.

Connor squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back.


Back at my house, Connor insisted on helping bring my stuff in, even though
it was just my sleeping bag, my gym bag, and a grocery sack.  Then there
was an awkward moment at the front door, with my parents and my little
sister Meg right around us, Connor and me close together, barely dressed,
almost touching, and he gave me a kind of wild look, right in my eyes,
holding still for a second; and I grabbed him in a quick, bare-chest-to-
bare-chest hug; and then he was gone.

And the weekend was over.



Things KIND OF got back to normal, in the weeks after.  But not entirely
normal.

Thank God.

For one thing -- sex, or even just making out, getting physical, with
Connor, went from being almost impossible to arrange, to just being very
difficult.

Partly that was due to Dylan; he was moving to the phase of wanting to hang
out with his own friends, more than his older brothers.

And sneaking up on Connor was no longer a cool game.

Thank God.

A lot was due to Brian, though; and Travis.  Between them, they arranged to
give Connor and me some precious time alone in Connor's bedroom, by running
diversions on Dylan and his little friends.  Or just sort of standing
guard, if Dylan wasn't around.  I think they kept an X-Box setup handy,
just in case.  For our sakes.

Sainthood runs in Connor's family.  I swear.

Of course, I got to know Travis better, out of all this.  Am getting to
know him better, I mean.  He's really cool; a lot deeper than the
happy-puppy outside, and a lot funnier, as you get to know him.  Deeply
nice.  Thoughtful.  Caring.

Caring, in general.  But especially caring about Brian.

It's really interesting, watching him and Brian together.  Really
interesting; they're the only other gay couple we know.

Actually, they're the only other gay PEOPLE we know.  In person, anyway.
But the better I know them, the more I like them.  A lot.


Another change was actually a little embarrassing.

Connor and I had been under the sun for three days.  In spite of the
sunscreen -- we got a lot of color . . .

Me, my hair lightened up a lot; it got almost white.  And after the burn
faded, I wound up with the darkest tan I'd ever had.

Connor got even darker than me; a really silky, satiny creamy brown.

All over; for both of us.  No tan lines, at all.  It was really noticeable.

I think my pubes even got lighter . . .

In the showers after PE, that first week back, I noticed we both got some
really intense looks from some of the other boys, as Connor and I washed
off next to each other.  But nobody said anything.

I didn't really care.  If you've never seen a really deep, all-over tan --
you have no idea how HOT it can look; all smooth bare skin, muscles sliding
underneath --

Connor looked outrageously good.  I could swear all the swimming and
paddling toned him up, some, too.

I guess I liked the way I looked too.

I swear, we're going to keep that tan, this summer.  With no tan lines.  At
all.

It's really hard, not touching Connor, in the showers.


But the real change, of course, was BETWEEN me and Connor.  And it was the
best one.  By far.

By Thursday night, the week we got back, I decided I couldn't stand not
telling him how I felt.  So Friday, on the way home from school, I did.

We'd gotten into the habit of going to a kind of sunken park, that runs
along the creek that cuts through the shopping district, after school; it
was a chance to talk, and maybe steal a kiss, if we were really careful;
it's a little overgrown, and pretty deserted.  Nice, though.

So we were talking, and Connor gave me a quick kiss, and I said it -- how I
felt, I mean; that I loved him -- and he took my face between his hands and
looked at me and said "I love you" back at me in a really strained voice,
and we hugged really, really tight, for a long time, then we just made out
for a LONGER time . . .

We were so, so lucky not to get busted.

Anyway.  Just saying it didn't really change anything -- like I said, we
both already knew -- but it FELT, like, wonderful.  Transcendent.  It made
everything -- real.

It was a much, much bigger rush for me than, like, sex.  MUCH more
important.  The biggest rush, the most important thing in my life.

So, in lots of contrary ways, it changed everything.  I mean -- we could
talk about it, now.  How we felt towards each other.

I won't tell you all the things we said.  Way too embarrassing.

Not silly, really; not really mushy.  But intense.  Wow; intense.

Like, I had the chance to tell Connor what it was about him, that made me
love him.  I kind of got tongue-tied, and stammered, and it was really
hard.

But good.

Scary; so scary.  I felt totally -- well, stripped naked before him; not in
the fun way, but in the ways that counted.  But I had to tell him, I just
had to; it would be like lying not to, and I don't ever want to lie to
Connor.

And then he told me when he'd started feeling things for me, and why, and
how he REALLY felt and what he admired and liked and loved about me --

And I was, like, totally astonished.  Things I didn't think I was, he made
me see.  Things I'd done and completely forgotten, that he remembered, and
cherished.  About me!

Connor believed in me.  Believes in me.

Totally astonishing.  And scary; because I have to live up to it.

I'm beginning to see that being in love can be complicated.


So, since then, I've been in kind of a daze.  Sort of floating; I know it's
a cliche, but it's true.  Like the kind of sexual-haze thing I wrote about,
before; but way, way more -- emotional.  Spiritual.


So, some things were lots, lots better.

But.  Sex -- serious sex; naked sex, like we had at the lake, was still
REALLY hard to come by.

Brian and Travis helped us out with that, too, like they did with getting
Dylan out of the way.  Some.

Last Friday -- Connor's and mine one-week anniversary -- they took us out
for `a drive'.  At night; after school.

Brian drove, in the Cherokee, of course.  We went to a regional park near
where we live, one which is pretty big, pretty deserted at night, hilly,
with trails and everything.  And they left us in the back of the car, while
they went to take `a walk'.  For a couple of hours.

The Cherokee has pretty heavily tinted windows in back.  Brian put the
sunshade-thing in the windshield, before they left.

It wasn't completely private.  But it was good enough.

We put down the back seat, spread out the blankets -- actually, two of the
same comforters we used at the lake -- and got totally naked together for
the first time since the lake.  (Well, except for the showers in PE, of
course.  That doesn't count.)

Jesus.  It was magical; so, so magical.

Feeling his bare body against mine, it was like coming home; but it also
felt like a year since we'd been able to be like this.

So, we got a little carried away.

As in, rubbing against each other, until we almost came, but just stopped
short . . . .

As in, rimming each other; in a really high-energy, really NEEDY anal 69
until we both did come, once . . .

As in, then -- Connor insisted; he almost raped me, I swear -- me going
inside him, and fucking him until we both came.

We did that twice, actually.  To be honest.  I mean, I fucked him twice,
and we both came, twice.  Really hard.

And then I said something about Connor needing to clean the comforter all
over again, and he laughed, and snuggled back against me, and of course we
were pretty out of it, after all that, so we fell asleep, naked, on top of
the blankets, me still inside him.

The next thing I knew, the car was going "beep, beep," the dome light came
on, and the doors were opening, and lot of cold air came rushing in.

"Awww, you guyssssss . . . " came Brian's voice, in a whiney tone, but I
could hear the smile behind it.

"Hey, c'mon, like we haven't done that?" came Travis' voice, as the door
slammed.  "Besides, aren't they CUTE like that?"

And I swear he winked at us, and he pulled Brian over into what turned into
a really hot, hot, long wet kiss while Connor and I fumbled with the
wipe-up towel, and our clothes^Å



So things were lots, lots, lots better, all things considered.  But not
perfect.

Which is why I was back to talking to Connor on the phone; late at night.
Most nights.

So when my cell rang last night -- Wednesday night -- the last week of
school -- I didn't waste any time.

"Hold on a sec, okay?"  I put the phone down, turned out the lights, put
the desk chair in front of the bedroom door, and crashed back in bed.
"Okay, I'm back."

"Are you naked?"  Connor sounded amused.

"Oops.  Wait a second."  I put the phone down, slipped off my boxers and my
t-shirt.  And stretched out on my bed, nude.  Feeling my smooth skin, the
freedom of no clothes.  I stretched again.

I like talking to Connor, naked.

"Okay.  Now I am."  I settled into position; cell in my left hand, right
hand just gently beginning to play with my dick . . .

"What are you doing, the week of the twenty-first?"

"Huh?"  I was expecting something a little, well, different.

"The week of the twenty-first.  A week from next Monday.  Are you doing
anything?

I could hear -- tension in his voice.  I knew him, by now.

"No.  You know," I said.

We'd both signed on for advanced classes, this summer.  The usual
looks-good-in-your- permanent-record, early-college-prep stuff.  But they
started after Fourth of July.

"Brian and Travis are going up to the lake that week," my boyfriend said.
"Nine days, actually."

"Yeah?" I gasped.  My dick was almost instantly full-on hard.  I mean, it
took like no time.

I stroked it once -- yep.  Hard.

I knew what was coming.

"They want us to come," said Connor, in a voice I recognized.  He was
stroking, too.

"Oh, Jesus," I gasped.  Stroke, stroke.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  They do," he said.  Softly.

"Same - ?"  I started.  I had the full erotic flush thing going, now My
face was burning.

"Yeah.  Clothing is not an option . . . "

"Uuuurrrggghhh -- !"  I squeezed my dick, then snatched my hand away; I
almost spermed, right there.  "Oh, Jesus.  Oh, yeah . . . "

The idea of another weekend at the lake?  With Connor?  All bare, like
before?

But -- NINE DAYS - ??

"Brian said -- if you brought your new digital camera, he'd bring his
laptop.  We can have a lot of fun with it . . . "

"Ohhhh . . . my god," I gasped.

I'd finally managed to buy the camera I wanted.  The first picture I took
was Connor -- of course.  But I really, really wanted some pictures of
Connor, nude.

A lot of pictures of Connor, nude, actually.  And we hadn't had the chance,
yet.  Before now . . .

"So . . . can you come?" he breathed.

"Uhh -- yeah!  Yeah!!  Can you?"

"Duh.  I wouldn't go, if you couldn't."

Okay.  That made sense.

But there were still some questions.

"Connor.  Remember that first night at the lake?  We talked about -- you,
and, and, me, and -- your brother - ?"

"Yeah?"  His voice was really ragged, now.

"What about -- this trip?"  I really, really had to know.

"He said . . . Brian said . . . it's okay for him.  As long as it's times
when we're all together.  And, really into it.  As, as, a foursome," he
whispered.

I could tell he was getting close.  Stroking or not; my Connor was so
excited, he was about to come.

"Ohhhhh, yeah.  I'll want you to myself most of the time -- "

"Yeah!"

"But . . . Oh, Jesus.  The four of us . . . "  Stroke, stroke.  "And
. . . that's okay with Travis?"

"Uh-huh."  I heard a kind of half-laugh, between the gasps.  "He said
Travis is really, really into it."  Another pause.  "You have to promise
not to say anything . . . "

"What?  Yeah!  Go on!"

"He said, Travis is, like, really, really sexual.  And sometimes Travis
kind of wears him out . . . "  Connor was whispering, at the end.

"Ohhhhh, god," I whimpered "Ohhhh, Jesus . . . "  I almost didn't dare
touch myself; I was so close.

"It's okay with you?" asked my boyfriend.  Softly.  Cautiously.

"If it's the four of us.  And I get you alone, other times.  Yeah.  Ohhhh,
yeah . . . "

I LOVED Connor.  Brian was -- well, family.  In a special, sexual way.  And
Travis -- well, he was family, too.  The same way.  Brian and Travis were
boys I knew and loved and trusted, in their own ways.  That made all the
difference; I wouldn't do it, with someone I didn't love, one way or
another.

Besides.  I knew -- I KNEW -- Connor loved Brian, and missed being with
Brian.  Sexually.  I knew Connor wanted this; and that made it, so, so much
hotter, for me.  Unbelievably erotic.

Besides.  Just the idea.  The four of us; bare; nude; tangled up, in front
of the fire, in the water, on that grassy ledge . . .

FOUR of us - !

"Sco-ottt?"  Connor's breathing made two syllables out of my name.

"Yeah?"

"Brian and me -- well, there's a little more."

I was really getting to know Connor, by now.  How he saved the mind-blowing
part for last.

"Yeah?" I breathed.  Stoke; stroke.

"We kind of talked about -- a few things," he went on.  Voice dropping.

"Oh-kay," I said.  Stroke; stroke.

"Brian said -- he really wants to help us both fuck Travis," he whispered.
"Taking turns.  Back and forth And that would make Travis really, really
happy . . . . "

"OOOOohhhh . . . . . . !"  I ALMOST came and stopped myself, at the last
possible minute.  "Oh, Jesus," I whimpered into the phone.  "Really -- ?"

"Wait," he whispered back.  Slight pause.  Stroke; stroke.  "Brian also
said . . . he really wants to, to, fuck you.  While you're fucking me -- "

"UUUUUNNNggghhhhhh . . . !!"

"AAAAAAaahhhhhg . . . !!!"


                                                     * * *


My parents said okay.  They might not have, if Brian and Travis weren't
going too; nine days is a long time.  But they did.

It's going to happen.  I know it's going to happen.

Me and Connor; back at the lake; naked, touching, in the water, in the sun
. . . .  Living nude, again.  Making love to each other again.  Rimming
each other, again.  FUCKING each other, again.  Over and over.

And the rest of the time -- the FOUR of us.  Nude; touching; rubbing
together . . .  FUCKING.  For nine days . . .

I just have to remember to keep eating, until then.  Butterflies; yeah.

Maybe I can get that protein directly from Connor . . . .


                                                        -end-


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Naked with Connor -- RL

My deepest thanks to everyone who has followed this story, and especially
to those of you who have written me.

Connor and Scott are based on two boys I went to high school with, who --
with 20/20 hindsight -- I'm sure were boyfriends.  From the way they looked
at each other, the way they touched each other, a few other hints; things I
noticed, (including a specific incident in Biology lab,) that I wasn't
supposed to notice.

They were discrete; but I was looking for it.  They were also beautiful, in
every sense of the word, and I've tried to portray them accurately,
physically and in every other way, as best I can from the first-person
perspective.  (The names are different, of course.)

Brian is based on another high school friend of mine, who really was that
loving and supporting and protective of his little brother.  Not that they
were sexual with each other; at least, I assume.  But it was really
touching, really kind of moving, seeing them together.

Fifteen might be a little young, for falling in love; but -- it happened to
me.  And, look at Romeo and Juliet.  Or, for that matter, a real-life
couple I won't name.  They live two and a half blocks away from me; they
met as 16-year-olds in an all-boys high school, and they're still together
at 41.  (To be honest, they're so thoroughly married, they're a little
dull; but cute, nevertheless.)

I haven't portrayed any teenage angst over the "Am I gay?" question,
because I was lucky enough never to have experienced it myself.  I really
did always know I was gay -- or more accurately, I was always strongly
attracted to other boys, having crushes on other boys, feeling very sexual
about other boys, that kind of thing, from a very young age.  I'm not sure
how rare that is; but like I said, I consider myself lucky.

Yes, totally uninhibited, naked outdoors sex really IS that wonderful.
Even more wonderful.  Wonderful-er.  By far.  Yep.

I hope everyone who reads this, gets to experience it.

Connor's lake is a composite of two places; Secret Cove on the Nevada side
of Lake Tahoe, and the South Fork of the Yuba River, in the Sierra Nevada
foothills (in California).  Both are exquisitely beautiful places; both are
popular nude swimming holes, with almost everybody being bare; and both are
pretty heavily gay.  And the sheer beauty of the nude boys and men,
swimming and climbing and diving and exploring and sunbathing on the rocks
and just plain enjoying themselves, is beyond any power of mine to
describe.

Highly recommended.


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Comments are welcome, to dlgrantsf@yahoo.com.

I think there might be a sequel.  Not tremendously soon; but.

Thanks, again, for reading this story!