Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 15:56:25 -0500
From: Dimi and Joey <dimiandjoey@mail.com>
Subject: Now I Know I Am Not Alone -- Part 8, Doubts

This is the second part of the story of the second generation in Now I
Know I Am Not Alone.  I got some help from my Dad when I wrote it and
tons of input from Bryce.  Any questions, comments, or criticism can be
sent to Dimiandjoey@mail.com.

Thanks for reading!

Alan Xenakkis

Doubts

           Before we knew it, summer was half over!  Byrce and I spend
most of our time together.  I would sleep over



 his house and  he would sleep over mine.  I think that dad knew that we
were lovers^×even before I told him.  I



guess dads have got a sixth sense like that.  I asked him if I should
tell mom about us, and he suggested that we wait



and tell her later.

Bryce was much more adventurous than I was.  He wind-surfed but most of
all he loved to ride "quads," four wheel ATV's and soon he had me as
addicted to that as I was to sucking his dick.  We would spend the entire
day, quading around the woods East of I-75, a vast wilderness which we
saw as our own; we would bring our lunches and lots water with us.
After lunch one day, Bryce asked,

"Do you wanna do it out here in the woods?  It would be real cool.
We're all alone."

At first, I was a little afraid, I didn't like the idea of pulling down
my pants in the open.

"What if some else came by on a quad?" I asked.

"Doubt it"  said Bryce as he shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, we
would hear him coming long before we saw him."

That was enough of an answer for me because I really wanted to do it.  It
seemed like I could never get enough of Bryce.  I guess that is what it
feels like to really be in love. I pulled my pants down and pulled up my
shirt  as Bruce pulled off his shirt.  He took my dick in his mouth,
fully retracted my foreskin,  and teased my head with his tongue, letting
it run all around behind my crown.  Then he would lick my balls and take
them in his mouth as my foreskin slipped back over my head..  Then he
followed my thin line of hair up to my belly button and lovingly licked
there in a gentle, circular motion.  Little by little he worked his way
up to my nipples and licked and nipped them with his teeth, just enough
to give me even a more raging hard-on.  Down he went to my dick again,
and began sucking furiously.  Before I knew it, I could feel the cum
rising in me.  I was about to explode in his mouth.  As I began pumping
in his mouth, Bryce knew I was ready.  I breathed a sigh of relief;
suddenly I felt calm as Bryce kissed me and gave me back some of my cum.

I swallowed instantly, for I had come to love that salty taste in my
mouth.  As we kissed, I undid his belt and pulled down his pants and
underwear.  I could hear us breathing through each other's noses.

"Take them off. Take them off all the way, please."  I begged and Bryce
did so and kicked them aside.

There we were naked in the woods.  If fate were against us now would be
the time to be caught, but we hear nothing but the chirp of birds and no
engine roars.  I spun Bryce around and pushed him gently over the seat of
his quad; his belly was on the seat and I spread his legs wide on either
side of the rear wheels.  I began tonguing his asshole thrusting deeper
and deeper into him.  Then I sucked as hard as I could, so that it almost
pulled his asshole into my mouth.  Bryce moaned with delight with each
suck.  In with two fingers lathered in spit and then suck it out as hard
as I could, I knew that this was the only way that I could lubricate him
and relax his asshole muscle.

"Do you think you are ready?"  I whispered in his ear as I laid on his
back, and he replied,

"Please, please, I need to be fucked.  I'm ready!"  almost moaning in
anticipation.

We no longer took the precaution of using condoms cause we felt that we
were both clean and had really never had sex with anyone else.  I spit on
my hand and lathered my dick with saliva and slowly pushed it into Bryce
as he moaned not in pain but in pleasure.  Both of us had long ago
mastered the trick of relaxing the asshole muscle by pushing out like we
were taking a shit.  That way almost all the pain of anal penetration was
eliminated.  It didn't take long before Bryce felt my warmth squirt into
him.  I withdrew immediately, and Bryce spun around on the quad and I
began  sucking his dick.  Soon I felt his warmth  in my mouth.  I
swallowed some and gave the rest back to him.

In each other's arms, we laid on our clothes for the longest time and
suddenly realized that the July sun in Florida was quickly toasting our
pale skins.  We dressed again, kissed one more time and then mounted our
quads for the run home.  We crossed I-75 at the Jacaranda overpass and
that was the beginning of our problem.  Venice has started getting tough
on ATV riders, limiting their access to wooded areas and forbidding
riding in streets.  We got caught by the Venice police, had our quads
impounded, and our parents had to pick us up at police headquarters.  In
a way, Bryce was lucky because his mother was away on business for her
company and he was staying with us.  That would at least dull his
mother's reaction to his getting in trouble. That was not a good ending
to a perfect day!

            There was a silence at dinner that night and I knew the
reason: dad was pissed that we had broken the rules about riding quads in
the street.

"Don't you guys have any common sense?" he mumbled as he broke the
silence.

"You know they have strict rules in this town about ATV's.  Alan, when
I allowed you to get one, I told you the rules and you agreed to follow
them.  Now you have cost me two hundred bucks to get the things out of
impound.  It's not the money; I trusted you and you let me down.  I'm
really disappointed."

            Both of us went to bed that night upset that we had
disappointed my father.  There was no sex, not even cuddling that night.
The last think I remember that night was Bryce saying, "we fucked up
royally today!" as we both drifted off to troubled sleep.  When we got
up,  Dad was on the phone with someone.  It was Saturday and he never
called his job on weekends.

"OK, Jim.  I really really appreciate your offer and I know the boys
will too." He said and then hung up the phone.

I was curious so I jokingly said, "Well, I guess we will be headed to a
Sheriff's Ranch or boot camp after our screw up yesterday!"

Dad chuckled and said that we were not yet candidates for the juvenile
corrections system.  He told us that he had arranged for our quads to be
stored at a friend's home, Jim Laygor, who lived in North Port right
down the road from Venice.  He lived in a section called the Estates and
had four acres of property.  All we had to do was carry a written letter
of permission from this man and we could ride on his land as long as and
as often as we wanted.  The only hitch was that we would have to ride the
SCAT (Sarasota County Area Transit) bus to and from North Port, which was
really no big deal.  We would be safe, off-road all the time, and on
private property.  We loaded the quads on the utility trailer and we
brought them down to North Port to their new home.  We met Mr. Laygor who
gave us both copies of a typed and signed letter of permission, which he
had laminated to protect it.  He told us to be sure to keep it with us at
all times when we were riding because the police in North Port were tough
and we would be jailed and fined for the least little infraction.

            When we were finished, bathed in sun block, we went to the
beach for a little while just to brag about the fact that we had our own
private four acres to ride out quads on and the police couldn't touch
us.  We felt great.  While we were there on our blanket, a kid came by
and gave us a flyer:

                                    "Join the Gay and Lesbian Club

                                    that will hold its first meeting at

                                    Lemon Bay High School this Fall!

                                            Be Proud, Be Out"

We almost shit in our pants when we read the flier. Did this kid know we
were gay and lovers?  We could feel our faces turning a red that they had
never turned before!  Then we looked around and the kid, whom we knew was
openly gay, was giving out these fliers to all the kids on the beach.  As
we left the beach shortly thereafter, Bryce folded the flier and put it
in his back pack.

            That night at dinner the conversation ranged from working on
the Eleuthera with Dimi  to Bush Gardens.  Mom remembered how long it
took Dad to even get up the courage to take on a coaster.  I found out
Bryce had no idea what Bush Gardens was and wondered if he would enjoy
going there.  We all had season fun passes but had not been there this
year because of Dad's work schedule, which constantly changed,  and
mom's taking college courses.

"Hey, would you like to go there?  It is a really cool place.  During
summer nights the park is open until 11 PM.  It is the coolest place on
earth.  I think it is more fun than Disney." I asked.

"Sure," answered Bryce, "I try anything.  Sounds like it could be a
real blast!"

That was the easy part.  Getting there was another problem.  Mom quickly
came up with the solution:

            "You know your grandmother and grandfather, my parents,
live in a small mobile home in Mollis City, which is a about seven miles
to Bush Gardens by bus.  I'll give them a call after dinner and see if I
can arrange something for you two."

Shortly after dinner mom came into the family room where Bryce and I were
watching TV and said that it was all arranged.  We were going to stay
with her parents at Mollis city.  The only hitch was that we would have
to stay in the big tent because there was not enough room in the mobile
home for four people.  The tent would be no problem for us; it was a 12
foot wide 10 foot deep tent that was 8 feet high at its peak.  I believe
Dad got it from the Boy Scouts; it's a leader's tent.  There is a
partition breaking the tent into two rooms of equal size with a screened
entrance to each.  All we had to do was eat breakfast at my grandparents
and the rest of the day we could eat at Bush Gardens.  Dad would bring us
and our gear up there next Saturday, his last Saturday off for quite a
while.

It was already 8 PM When we got to Mollis City and we decided to wait
until tomorrow to begin our Bush Gardens adventure.

 "You know Bryce, this is a very special tent," I said as we set it up
in far corner of my grandparents' property, which is  about an acre in
size.

"Why?"  Asked Bruce with a very curious look on his face.

"This is the same tent that myDad took to Mayaka State Park so many
years ago and it was where he and Dimi really made love to each other for
the first time."

"That I so cool and bizarre, sorta like a second generation gay love
nest.  Way cool!"

We inflated the airbeds and put sheets on them and unzipped the dividing
wall between the rooms of the tent, but I knew that one of the beds would
not be slept in tonight.  As we laid there naked in each other's arms, I
thought about the love we had made, how good it was, and how much fun
tomorrow would be, introducing Bryce to the madness at Bush Gardens.

            We got to Bush Gardens shortly after opening.  I had my Fun
Pass but Bryce had to get his processed because Mom had ordered it on
line.  The wait was not long though and soon we found ourselves wandering
about the market in Marakesh, looking at all the bizarre and expensive
stuff.  Bruce was particularly fascinated with an African wooden walking
stick with a native head carved on the handle.  He decided to purchase it
when we left for the evening.  I thought it was a waste of $16.00 but it
was his choice.  We made out way to the right and headed for the Egyptian
exhibit and to Mantou, a coaster.  Bryce enjoyed the King Tut Exhibit but
Mantou scared the shit out of him.  He had seen it at a distance while
getting his fun pass, but did not know it was the first lift for Mantou.
We turned and went the other way and located the tamer wooden coaster and
we both agreed to go on that.  While we were waiting we struck up a
conversation with these two girls who were also waiting to get tickets.
They seemed real nice and were not snobby at all.  They became our park
companions for the day.  I could only get Bryce on the wooden coaster, on
Scorpion and Python.  That really was not bad for someone who had never
ridden a coaster in him life so I cannot fault him.  For dinner we headed
to the rib house real close to the Congo River Rapids.  Of course we rode
the rapids before we ate.

"Are you guys here only for the day?" Asked Janice.

"Nope," chimed Bryce, we are here for as long as we want to stay.  Were
camping at Mollis City on our grandparents lot."

"Cool," answered Janice. "Carolyn and I are staying at the Marriott
hotel not far from Bush Gardens., but I think it would be fun to camp."

"Can we camp with you guys tonight. It will be a lot of fun," asked
Carolyn.

Bryce looked at me with a dumb look and I with a lot of bravado said:

"Sure, it will be a blast."

We stayed at the park until closing.  Bryce bought his African Head
walking stick and we all bought these fiber optic wands that flashed blue
in the dark.  At night the park was other-worldly with all the lights and
the high stepping bands wandering about.  Just before closing we boarded
the bus that would take us back to Mollis City.  We told the bus driver
we wanted to get off at Hennessey Lane and then sat back and talked and
laughed and talked as only teens can do.  I am sure that the other
passengers were pleased to see us get off.

When we got to the tent, the girls were impressed with its size.  They
expected something much smaller.

"This is where you guys can sleep," I said pointing to the one air bed
and began to close the zippered wall between the rooms.

"I had something else in mind"  purred Carolyn as she embraced me and
French kissed me.

"Me too" chimed Janice as she wrapped herself around Bryce.

Since both Bryce and I were basically cowards with girls and very
inexperienced, we went along with what was happening, hoping not to make
fools of ourselves.  Janice and Bryce retired to the left room and I
zipped closed the wall between.  As the wall closed, I saw Bryce's face;
he was terrified almost to the point of tears.  I sat down on the air bed
and in the blink of an eye Carolyn was beside me and she began removing
my clothes and hers.  Soon we were both naked in front of each other.  I
could feel myself blushing and tried to conceal my hard-on.  She leaned
over and French kissed me and without a word of a lie I felt like an
electric shock traveled from the base of my spine, like I had been jolted
by electricity. With no pun intended, I felt like I suddenly had been
turned on^Å.I began kissing her almost violently and pawing at her body
and breasts.  I pulled her down onto the bed and continued.  My lips went
from her mouth to her cunt, to her belly button, and to her breasts.
When I sucked her nipples I had the strangest feeling.  There must have
been tiny invisible hairs all around her nipples that could not be seen
but I could feel them with my lips.  The more they tickled my lips the
more aroused I became.  I felt like my dick were going to explode.  It
had never never been that hard and throbbing.

            I lowered myself to her crotch and began lick and sucking her
cunt.  As I did, I could feel her little clit, getting bigger and bigger
as I licked and sucked and fingered her.

"I'm safe," she whispered.  "I am on the pill."

That was her signal to me to go for it all.  I mounted her in an instant,
but I was betrayed my lack of experience when I completely missed putting
my dick into her cunt hole.

"Not even close," she giggled softly. "You must be new at this!"

Feeling embarrassed that I could get in an asshole with no problem,  this
time I held my dick in my hand and used my index finger sorta like a
guide, when I found the hole, I just pushed andmy dick started to go in.
She pulled her legs back and up in the air and I slid all the way into
her so that my hair and her hair were together.  I pumped and pumped like
I had never done before.  I groaned and moaned and she groaned and moaned
along with me as she enjoyed each thrust of my dick.  I could hear moans
coming from the next room so I knew that Bryce was similarly occupied.  I
could hear myself gasping for air as I fucked her, I kissed her nipples,
her forehead and then as I went to kiss her eyes, something almost scared
the shit out of me^×she had rolled her eyes back in her sockets so all
you could see were the whites of her eyes.  At that moment I felt as if
my dick here not long enough and that I was trying to put my whole body
inside of her.  I let one final moan go as I came as I had never come
before.  It seemed like the squirts would never end as I filled her with
my cum.  We wrapped ourselves around each other;  my slowly shrinking
dick remained in her and we fell asleep.

            The next morning, the girls left early to catch the bus back
to Tampa where we agreed to meet later that day. When I unzipped the
wall, Bryce was upset.  He thought that he had hurt Janice last night.
When I asked why, he pulled back a blanket and revealed a large blood
stain on the white sleet.  He didn't know^Å.

"That means that she was a virgin, and you were her first boy.  You
didn't hurt her."

"How did you like last night?" I asked.

"Great!" Bryce replied.

"Same for me,"  I said

That left an unspoken question for both of us.

To be continued



Alan Xenakis