Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 00:20:14 -0800
From: unclebugga73@msn.com
Subject: river of no return part 4

      We spent the entire day walking up and down the trail, bringing up
the supplies or fetching water from the stream.  Corey kept his distance
most of the day.  He joked around with the other guys and made sure to
partner up with one of them for different tasks or riding on the
four-wheeler.  I know he was trying to give me some time and space to make
up my mind and to talk with Jenny if I wanted to.  Still, I was worried
that maybe he was regretting what we'd done and just didn't want to be
around me.  Of course, I would see him steeling looks at me every now and
again, when he was sure no one else was looking, and this would soothe my
guilt enough for me to continue working.

     Jenny, meanwhile, did her best to make my decision harder.  She kept
winking at me and intentionally bending over in front of me, pretending to
pick up a water jug or backpack or anything else that didn't necessarily
require the act of contortion that she displayed.  She also continually
rubbed against me when we were working or would lean her head on my
shoulder while we were walking the trail.  I loved every minute of it; I
hated every second of it.  Even after going as far as two guys can go with
Corey, I was still unable to figure myself out.  I couldn't keep my eyes
off of Jenny's legs, and the way her ass filled those tight cutoffs.  My
mind, however, wouldn't let me forget the smell of Corey's ass as I kissed
and tongued it; his scent lingered in my nose the entire day.

     I finally found myself alone for a few moments as I strolled along the
trail with a mosquito net darkening my vision.  Jenny was several yards
behind me with Kaylynn and Sandy and Larry, all of them yammering about
something I knew nothing about.  Corey was several yards ahead and around a
couple of bends, with the rest of the boys, tossing around poorly-
conceived social commentary along with well-delivered punches to each
other's arms.  I knew Corey wasn't enjoying himself, but I needed the time
to think without interruption.

     The one thought that took over, was whether or not bisexuality is a
real thing.  I had always thought that it was just a self-proclamation by
non committed fags.  But now I was hoping it was a legitimate sexual
orientation.  Of course, this was my fickle little, eighteen-year- old,
confused, social-anxiety-damaged brain that was having these thoughts and
hopes.  So, of course, a part of me didn't want it to be a legitimate
orientation.  Because, if it was, then how in the hell would I ever make up
my mind who or what I wanted?  I couldn't just go on enjoying the attention
from both of them.  Could I?

     No.  No, I couldn't.  Of course I couldn't.  That wouldn't be fair to
them.  One of them was just going to have to endure a broken heart, but I
would make sure it was all handled fairly.  They deserved that much.

     Geez, listen to me, I thought.  I was sure getting full of myself.  I
had always thought that there was no way anyone, girl or guy, could ever be
attracted to me, could want me.  Now I was thinking of myself as a heart
breaker?  I'm telling you, one kiss from a girl, one blow-job from her
brother, and a little butt-fucking in the brush can make a guy a little
cocky.

     I really didn't know what the hell to do.  I really wanted both of
them.  What Corey and I had done was incredible.  In fact, as I walked
along, my cock started solidifying beneath my wranglers as we neared the
part of the trail where Corey and I had found the fallen tree in the
forest.  Still, being around Jenny and smelling her perfume and - oh, those
legs - was addressing something deep within me, some tiny scrap that was
still clinging to the natural instinct of the human male to seek out the
opposite sex, to be fruitful and multiply.

     Of course, I have to admit that a part of why her attention was
affecting me so deeply was the fact that all the other guys were clearly
jealous.  That's definitely something that had never happened to me before:
being the envy of the other cocky males.  This was really prompting my
chest to puff out, what little chest I had on my skinny frame.

     I approached the cabin and could hear the other boys that had already
made it back, joking around inside.  Entering through the arctic entry
inside the front door, I flung the backpack on the butcher counter that
separated the kitchen from the livingroom and glanced around.  I didn't see
Corey.  All of the other guys - Tommy, Glenn, Shane, and big Benjamin -
were lounging around on the sofa or on the floor.  I moseyed my way toward
the back door, hoping it wasn't obvious that I was looking for Corey.  I
stepped out the rear door of the cabin and sauntered down the little trail
that led to the outhouse.  The flap was open and I could see that no one
was using it.  I stopped and scanned the woods around me, wondering where
he was.

     I thought maybe he had gone up to the loft and was just about to go
back inside myself when I heard a loud crack.  My eyes whipped toward the
direction of the sound.  I wasn't sure what it was until I heard it again
and saw the ball slam into the backboard.  About twenty-five yards into the
trees, Corey's father had built a homemade basketball hoop several years
earlier when they were living here full-time.  It never was a great bit of
handiwork, and it was now three bird turds away from collapsing.  Even the
rim was homemade and was square.  It was quite the challenge to get a ball
to go through, and Corey wasn't even trying.  He was repeatedly hurling the
ball as hard as he could at the backboard, sending sharp cracks echoing
through the central Alaskan wild.  It quickly occurred to me that he was
taking out his frustrations.  I really hurt for him and couldn't help but
approach him.

     "Your shoulder's gonna be sore, man," I said as I stepped into the
clearing that surrounded the hoop.  "You shouldn't be throwing so hard."
The thought of giving him a massage crossed through my mind.

     He caught the ball on the carom and held it, staring at me.  He
started to speak, but stopped.  His face wasn't angry or depressed, though
he wasn't smiling either.

     "You all right, man?" I asked.

     He just nodded yes.

     "Are you sure?"  Again he nodded affirmatively.

     We stood silently staring at one another through the skeeter nets.

     Suddenly Corey's attention was averted and he craned his neck to look
at something behind me.  I turned to look.


     It was Jenny.

     She was standing at the edge of the clearing, arms folded across her
exquisite teen chest, long legs crossed, gorgeous smile beaming from
beneath her own mosquito net.

     "Mom and dad said it's time to take a break and have lunch . . .  It
won't take long . . .  It's just sandwiches," she said with a smile.

     Corey and I both nodded, but neither of us moved, or said a word.

     Jenny winked at us and turned and left.

     I studied Corey for a moment.  He was rolling the basketball around in
his hands, his eyes on my crotch.

     "You're hard," he said.

     I simultaneously cupped my package and looked down, discovering that
he was right.

     "Which one of us did it for you?" Corey asked.

     I didn't know how to answer.  I hadn't even known I had sprouted wood.
All I could do was stand there with a sheepish look on my face.  That is,
until I noticed that Corey had grown a log of his own.  This brought a huge
smile to my face.

     "Well, at least I know that one's for me," I said.  "Or at least,
because of me."

     Corey tried hard to keep from smiling, but he ultimately failed.  We
shared a laugh and tossed the ball back and forth for a moment.  It was
hard to resist the urge to take him in my arms again right there.  But I
managed.

     "We should go eat," I finally said.

     "I guess," Corey sighed and jammed the ball under his arm and forced
himself forward.  "It wasn't all you," he said as he neared me.  "The image
of you fucking my sister helped some."

     I froze.

     Corey headed on past me.  I watched him follow the same path that
Jenny had taken back to the cabin.  The little son of a bitch!  He must
like torturing me, I thought.  I mean, that idea, that he visualized his
sister and I fucking and found it arousing, created a whole new disorder
within me.  My sex-obsessed teen-brain started jumping to conclusions, like
wether he had the hots for his own sister in some way, whether he would
actually want to watch his sister and me.

     I finally forced myself down the trail, trying to clear my mind.
Corey was already nearing the door of the cabin.  As I navigated the
little, makeshift trail, guarding my face against different branches,
something jumped out and grabbed me, nearly knocking me over.

     It was Jenny.

     "Lordy, girl!" I gasped, glad I hadn't actually screamed like a woman,
though I'd come within a second of it.

     "Did I scare you?" she asked with a huge laugh.

     "Hell, yes, you scared me!"  I huffed, out of breath.  "After seeing
that damned bear yesterday, that just ain't funny, girl!"

     She laughed even harder.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and
pressed her chest against mine, her knee-weakening smile blazing up at me.

     "Sorry," she said, still giggling.  Even her laugh was sexy.  How the
hell could I be mad at this?

     "No bid deal," I said, "just a little cardiac arrest.  Nothing to
worry about."  I feigned blacking out, forcing her to hold me up.

     "I've got you," she said.  "And don't worry, I'm an expert at mouth to
mouth resuscitation."

     With that, she lifted both of our skeeter nets and pulled me into a
full, deep kiss.  The feel of her tongue twisting around mine was indeed
another new feeling for me, and a most enjoyable one.  The kiss broke when
she pulled away and looked me dead in the eye.

     "I heard what you and Corey were saying," she said, and giggled again.

     I nearly blacked out for real.

     What all did she hear?  What did she think?

     "I told you that you turned him on," she said and winked.

     Oh, boy.  Had she heard the rest of it?  Did she hear him ask me just
who had given me my hard-on?  Did she know what he meant by it?

     Her hand slid down to my rigid prick, pulsating beneath my jeans.
"Looks like he did a little something to you too," she whispered.  "Though
I'd like to take a little credit for this myself."

     The fact that my body didn't slump to the ground and faint dead away
still amazes me.  Instead, I was suddenly rigid.  She had heard.  She knew.
She knew that I was attracted to Corey.  It was also possible that he had
told her what we had done that morning in the forest.  He could have told
her at some point during the day's activities when I was distracted.
Either way, she knew, and the fact that she didn't seem to care is what had
stiffened me as though I had a full- body-boner.

     "It doesn't b . . . uh . . .  Bo . . . bother you?"  I stammered.

     "Not as long as I get take care of this one," she said.

     "Huh?  T . . . take care of wh . . . what?"

     "This," she breathed as she pushed me a few feet off the trail and
knelt in front of me.

     Oh.

     "Uh . . . sh . . .  Shouldn't . . ."

     "Shouldn't?  Shouldn't what?" she asked as she worked the button on my
wranglers.

     "Ss . . .  Ss . . . sandwiches . . .  Eat . . . Sh . . .  Shouldn't we
go eat Ss . . . sandwiches?"

     "Don't worry about it . . .  Ss . . . Ss . . . sandwiches don't
spoil," she said, mocking my nervous stuttering.

     "Bu . . . but . . . your parents . . .  They'll wonder where we . . ."

     She pulled my rock hard pocket-rocket out and stroked it gently,
smearing my pre cum down the shaft and all over the palm of her hand.  She
pulled her hand away and ran her tongue over her it, tasting the slick
substance.

     "If you want to think about my parents at a time like this, go ahead,"
she said, then her lips went to the tip of my cock.

     Her tongue swirled around and slid down the under side of my dripping
member.  My knees trembled and I had to grab a hold of a nearby branch to
steady myself.  She cupped my balls with one hand as the other stroked my
cock slowly while her lips and tongue were still pleasuring the tip.  She
squeezed gently on my balls and pulled down on them, drawing a heavy moan
from my throat.  Her hands then went to the top of my jeans and began to
work them down my legs.  When she had my wranglers and my underwear halfway
down my thighs, her hands clasped my ass.  As I felt her fingers begin
inching their way between the globes of my ass, searching for my hole, I
felt my cock sink down her throat.  She began bobbing her head as the tip
of one of her fingers traced the outline of my sphincter.  I knew I wasn't
going to last much longer.

     It was starting to build, but I didn't want to shoot to quickly,
didn't want her to think that I had a hair trigger.  But, damn she was
good.  I had the urge to grab her head and begin fucking her mouth, but I
thought better of it.  I didn't think she'd like that.

     Just when I thought I was about to spew, she pulled her mouth off and
stood up.  Before I could speak, she tugged my arm and drug me a few feet
to a tree.  She leaned back against it and spread her legs.

     "Please," she said, breathing heavily.  "Please!"

     She gestured toward her own crotch and started pushing down on my
shoulders.  I sunk to my knees and stared at those incredible legs and the
scant measure of denim that covered her most private of areas.  I had knelt
in front of her before the reality of what she wanted me to do had fully
sunk in.  But, as I faced those thighs, it hit me like a lead pipe to the
noggin.

     Oh . . .  Uh, huh..

     This was a dream come true, yet I was hesitant.  The same concern
about moving to fast, taking things to the next level to quickly, that I
had grappled with over Corey was gnawing at me now as well.  I had never
had a girl like this interested in me, so I didn't want to ruin it.  I
didn't want to waste this chance, the chance to experience so many of the
other things I had missed on account of having been so shy throughout
highschool.  How could I possibly know whether I like guys or girls if I've
never gotten to really know a girl?  For that matter, how could I know this
if I've never known a guy on that level?  Sex is one thing.  Any mouth or
tight ass can be physically enjoyable.  But loving someone, having an
actual relationship with someone, is a whole other animal.  I didn't know
if it was possible, at least for me, to care for a guy in that way.  If it
wasn't, then I sure as heck needed to take advantage of what I had going
with this beautiful female.

     However.

     How often does a shy, skinny guy from the high deserts of Nevada find
himself in a situation where a truly stunning girl is asking, actually
asking him to taste her pussy?  How often is a shy, skinny, self-esteem
deficient guy going to get to taste the pussy of a girl this beautiful,
period?  What are the odds that any other pussy a guy like me, a very
awkward soul, will ever get to taste won't be between the legs of a
cellulite-ridden, cow-of-a-woman?

     I also considered the fact that we were only eighteen and it was very
unlikely that we were going to be together for the rest of our lives, or
even beyond the end of the summer.  Therefor, I should go ahead and allow
myself this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

     Plus.

     If I was capable of attracting such a gorgeous girl once, it stood to
reason that I could do it again.  She couldn't possibly be the only girl in
the world who was this good-looking and possessed such strange taste in
guys.  Could she?

     What ever the case.


     The one bit of rationalization that put me over the top was knowing
that I had taken a deep, devil-may-care breath and buried my face in
Corey's ass.  I had gone ahead and taken the chance then to just experience
what was in front of me.  Why shouldn't I do it now?  The curiosity to know
just who tasted better, Corey or his sister, also moved my mouth closer.
When I considered that this was a great way for me to decide who I wanted,
that it might even be necessary for me to make up my mind.  I mean, there
was a chance that I wouldn't like the taste and scent of pussy as much as I
liked ass.  If I didn't, then I would know what to do.

     So,

     with all that thinking, reasoning and justifying having flashed
through my mind in the time it takes a falling star to streak across the
sky, I moved forward.

     But what if someone comes looking for us?  To tell us that the
sandwiches are ready?  I mean, we were only yards from the house!

     Ah, hell.

     Would anyone really be embarrassed to be caught licking the pussy of a
drop-dead gorgeous eighteen-year-old?

     Exactly.

     I leaned in, my hands gliding up the length of those silky thighs.  I
kissed the side of her knee and moved closer.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I
kissed my way up her inner leg.  Her skin felt like butter against my lips.
The smell of mosquito spray mixed with her perfume was again filling my
senses as it had when she'd first kissed me the previous evening.  But,
now, the closer I got to her cut offs, this unique odor began to mingle
with her natural aroma, her scent.  The more I realized that I found it all
very appealing, the more worried I became that I was going to be even more
confused when it was all over.  That, or I would know for sure that I was
no longer interested in Corey.

     This did not impede my progress, mind you.  I kissed further up her
leg, my mouth inches from the frayed edge of her cut off jeans.  My hands
were caressing the back of her legs, my fingers burrowing up under her
Daisy-Dukes.  She pulled my head into her with one hand as the other
reached down and pulled the crotch of her minuscule denim apparel to one
side, exposing an inch or so of her bare mound.  It was then that I became
aware that she wasn't wearing any panties.  This hastened my approach. With
a bit more aggression, I plunged my lips right into the exposed part of her
cunt.  I kissed, and ran my tongue under the cutoffs, tasting areas that
had yet to be revealed.  The noises coming from her mouth compelled me to
delve even further.

     I inhaled her essence and devoured her savoriness.  I was nearly
crawling up the leg of her shorts, following the lead of my tongue.  Then
her hands started undoing the button and lowering the zipper of her cut
offs.  She spread them apart and shoved them down till the waistband was
just barely below the lips of her snatch, which was surprisingly, and to my
absolute delight, as hairless as the day she was born.  I never knew it
until that moment, but I most certainly prefer a hairless cunt.  I had
never seen a hairy one in person, yet I knew I wouldn't have liked it if it
had been supporting a pubic patch.

     My mouth immediately latched on to her mound.  I kissed gently, my
tongue probing her slit and sampling the tang of her impassioned
secretions.  Where Corey's ass had offered a musky fragrance that was quite
appealing in its own right, Jenny's pussy possessed a downright ambrosial
quality.  It was driving me wild.  My cock was bouncing like a diving
board, keeping time with each beat of my accelerated heart while releasing
a steady flow of pre cum.  I reached for it and began to stroke myself.

     Jenny saw me take my cock in hand and let out an urgent moan.  She
pushed my head away from her crotch and pulled me to my feet.  As I rose, I
stumbled over a rock, nearly tumbling to the ground.  I didn't fall but I
ended up several feet from the tree she had been leaning on.  Jenny didn't
laugh or say a word, she just dropped to her knees before me as soon as I
was steady.  She engulfed my prick in one swallow.  She began bobbing her
head up and down and stroking the shaft with one hand.  Her other hand went
between her own legs, working her clit.

     My legs were shaking.  I feared they weren't going to be able to
support me much longer.  I reached out in each direction, grabbing some
overhead branches.  With my arms outstretched, like Sampson tied to the
pillars of Rome, and my head thrown back, I let out a whispered roar and
erupted in Jenny's mouth.  I gripped the branches tight, holding myself up.
My balls had found some kind of reserve tank and just kept firing.  Jenny
was moaning loudly around my spewing member, her fingers feverishly
manipulating her twat.  She began to convulse as she continued to take my
load, her own orgasm racking her body.  She finally had to remove her mouth
from my cock.  The volume of my load and her own erratic breathing,
unsettled by her orgasm, had caused her to gag.  I fired another shot or
two and finally emptied the chamber, the last rounds hitting her in the
face.

     With my legs reaffirmed beneath me, I let go of the branches.  I
zipped up and reached for Jenny.  I helped her to her feet as she finished
coughing.  A long stream of my jizz was hanging off of her chin and another
was streaking down her cheek.  She pulled her shorts up and zipped them as
my fingers went to her face.  It was then that it occurred to me that I
should've announced that I was about to cum, to give her the chance to
avoid it.  I felt guilty, but when I wiped her cheek she grabbed my hand
and sucked my cum-coated finger into her mouth, returning it to me
completely clean.  We stared into each other's eyes, her's beaming above an
elated smile, mine wide and confused.

     "One point for me," she whispered, "I'm only one point behind now."
She winked and turned away.

     I watched her sashay her way, one hip at a time, down the trail to the
cabin.

     "Only one point behind?" I asked out loud.


     Oh, crap!

     She knew what Corey and I had done!

     And she was trying to compete with him!

     Yep, there was something in the water up here alright.

      I walked, or rather, staggered, down the trail.

     I entered the cabin through the back door and headed straight for the
little bathroom.  It wasn't really a bathroom.  Larry had managed to bring
up a sink on the back of the Honda a summer or two earlier and had mounted
it into a homemade counter top.  He attached a pipe and ran it out into the
woods.  So, basically, it was a place to change your clothes and spit your
toothpaste.  Of course, you had to haul the water in with you in a bowl or
a jug.  The mirror that hung over the sink hadn't survived the trip up the
trail completely in tact.  A large portion of the upper-left corner was
missing, and there were many chips along the edges.  But it worked.  It
reflected your face back at you, making it easier to comb your hair.

     The reflection I saw, however, as I stood before it, looking for some
kind of clue as to what had happened to me, was nearly unrecognizable.  I
didn't see the gawky, sheepish teenager that the mirrors in Nevada always
showed me.  In this one I saw an eighteen-year-old whose posture was a
little straighter, and whose shoulders were back and squared up.  There was
confidence in this eighteen-year-old's image.  The look in this teenager's
eyes was one of bewilderment, clearly representing the befuddlement that
was slogging through my mind.  Still, there was a triumphant tinge to the
peacockish smile that was twittering across this face that was looking at
me.  I had conquered things I never thought I'd ever have the nerve to take
on.  I had reached the mountain top, the only mountain top that a teen
believes even exists.

     I had only entered the bathroom in order to give my self a second to
get a grip.  Once I had as tight a grip as I was going to be able to get, I
stepped into the little hallway.  Jenny's words, "I'm only one point behind
now," were echoing through my mind as I entered the kitchen.  Everyone was
sitting around the livingroom eating sandwiches or washing them down with
the ever-present Kool-Aid.  They all looked at me standing next to the
kitchen sink and, nearly in unison, told me where the bread was to make my
own lunch.  Nodding I stepped over to the butcher counter and started to
undo the twist-tie on a loaf of Sarah Lee.

     That's when my eyes glanced into the pantry.

     Corey was in there, looking for something on a bottom shelf.  He was
on his knees, his ass raised in the air at a very pleasing angle.  The
memory of my cock buried in that ass only a few hours ago stirred me.  I
could remember the exact feel of his anal ring around my prick, its
tightness, its warmth.  I remembered its smell, its taste.

     I tore my eyes away.  I couldn't have anyone seeing me staring at his
backside.  I fumbled with the twist-tie, looking like a retard.  Kayelynn
finally had to step over and undo it for me while everyone laughed.

     "I guess it should be no surprise . . .  If he can't work a bungy
cord, a twist-tie must be like Chinese algebra," dead panned big Benjamin,
the only other guy I could tolerate in this cabin.  He had laughed the
loudest when the bungy cord hand stung me that first day.  He clearly still
found it amusing.  Everyone in the room seemed to find his comment quite
amusing as well.

     With the bread opened and laid out before me, I still continued to
drop and spill everything.  I dropped the knife I was spreading mustard
with, knocked over the glass of Kool- Aid that Kayelynn had poured for me
after saving me from the bread bag.  I eventually got a sandwich put
together, but whether or not it was edible is a different matter.  I put
everything away and started to take a bite of my creation when I glanced
into the pantry again.

     Corey was now sitting at the little table there, where Jenny and I had
shared our thoughts over cocoa.  He was facing me, his legs spread in front
of him.  He smiled at me and cupped his package.  I nearly choked on my ham
and cheese.

     I got the rest of the sandwich down along with several glasses of
cherry Kool-Aid, then followed everyone down the trail to continue hauling
supplies.

     By the time we all ascended the ladder to the loft that night, I was
as emotionally drained as I was physically exhausted.  Corey and Jenny
hadn't made any more moves, but they were constantly reminding me of their
little game.  I had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out Corey's
motivations.  One minute he seemed confident, willing to make all the
moves.  The next, he was timid, seemingly scared to make a move or not to
make one.  Now he was in a blatant competition with his sister for my
attention.  I didn't know for sure, but I decided that he was going through
as much anguish as I was and just didn't know how to act.  Now that his
sister had thrown her name in the ring, he surely felt that he had to
compete with her for me.  This idea, though it well could have been just me
jumping to arrogant conclusions, was flattering.  The thought that he liked
me so much that he was unsure how to act and was willing to compete with
his own sister gave me a good feeling.  Jenny had told me that she had
stolen a number of guys from him.  This one he was fighting for.  Well, I
wanted to think so, anyway.

     Jenny's motivations were just as unclear, and a bit more disturbing.
I couldn't help but wonder if she was genuinely interested in me or simply
competing with her brother for the sake of competition.  Was she trying to
prove something?  If so, to who?  To herself, or to Corey?  Was it possible
that, even as beautiful as she was, and as self-confident as she seemed,
that she too was dealing with some major insecurities?  If so, then she
most likely didn't care for me on the same level that Corey did.

     Then again, I could have just been a way for Corey to prove that he
could get the guy for a change, to show her that she couldn't always win.
Or to prove that very thing to himself.  It was certainly possible that I
didn't mean all that much to him either.

     "Oh why must I be a teenager in love?" was echoing in my mind again.

     The loft was much warmer than it had been the night before.  The
dinner that Sandy had prepared had required the wood stove.  The pipe that
ran up through the loft did just as Corey had warned; it had heated up the
boy's quarters like a pizza oven.  I had no choice.  I had to sleep in my
underwear.  Everyone was.  We were all on top of our sleeping bags as well.
This meant that Corey was laying next to me, just a foot away, in nothing
but a pair of tight, white, Calvin Klein's.  I was sweating, but less from
the heat than from fear of my own tight briefs not being able to conceal
the boner that was sure to come.

     Fortunately, everyone was so tired from the day's work that within
minutes of hitting the mattresses, the sound of snoring filled the cabin.
From where I laid, there was a stereo effect in the snoring.  I didn't
care.  I didn't figure I was going to be able to fall asleep quickly
anyway.  The fact that Corey wasn't among the snorers, wasn't helping
either, of course.  I knew he must be awake, probably watching me.  I could
hear his breathing, but it was normal breathing.  It also seemed to be
getting closer to my ear.

     "Well," I heard Corey whisper just as I felt his hand caress my chest,
"you've tasted us both . . .  Who do you like better?"

     Without looking at him I whispered back, "I don't know," with a shake
of my head.

     "Maybe you need to fuck her like you did me then you'll be able to
make up your mind."  I tried but couldn't glean anything from his tone.  I
didn't know if he was being sarcastic or if he was genuinely suggesting
that I boink his sister.

     "What are you saying?  Are you mad at me?" I asked.  I hated having
this conversation there where others might hear, but I was becoming too
emotionally drained to care if they did.

     "No . . .  No, no way, man . . .  I'm not mad," he said, his voice
sounding almost child- like.  He pulled himself over until he was nearly on
top of me, his face right in mine.  The warmth of his breath against my own
mouth as he spoke was almost as arousing as the feel of his leg between
mine.  Our bare flesh grazed together, his upper thigh pushing against the
bulge in my briefs.  "I just want you to . . . you know, to . . ."  He
couldn't finish his thought.

     "What, man?"

     "I want you to be . . . happy," he finally said.

     "Shit, come on!"  My voice was louder than I thought, increasing the
worry that other's would over hear.  "We've only known each other for a
week and you are only concerned about my happiness?"

     "Well . . .  Yeah . . . I . . ."

     "Are you sure you don't just want to prove something?" I said and
pushed him back to his mattress.

     "Prove what?"


     "You tell me . . .  It's like you want me to be attracted to your
sister, you want me to want her, so you can prove that you can steel
someone from her!"  I was whispering, but loudly.

     "Prove it to who?" he asked.

     "Like I said, you tell me . . .  Are you trying to prove it to her, or
yourself?"

     He was silent.

     With this being the land of the midnight sun, the cabin was always
well lit, even at this hour.  The loft, however was a lot darker.  Not dark
enough, though, that I couldn't see Corey's eyes.  One of them was
beginning to shine, to glimmer.  I knew it was a tear welling up.  It
tugged at my heart, but I held.

     "Jenny's trying to do the same damned thing, isn't she?" I asked,
raising up on my elbows. "She's just trying to prove something to herself
. . .  Do either of you actually like me? . .  .  For real?"

     With that he jerked forward and took my face in his hands, his mouth
landing straight on mine.  He parted my lips and broke with his tongue.  I
didn't resist, but I didn't kiss back.

     "Hell fucking yes, I like you for real!" he panted when he finally
retracted.  "Why would you say that?"

     We stayed like that for a minute, his hand still on my cheek, our
noses and mouths touching, breathing into each other's face.

     "You two keep trying to one-up each other . . .  I mean, it's almost
like you are . . ."  I never finished the thought.

     "Like you are having sex with each other through me," is what I was
thinking.  But I couldn't say it.  I knew it wasn't the case.  I mean, I
really didn't believe that these two were doing something like that, not
even subconsciously.  But, the thought just disturbed me.  Disturbed me
enough that I just wanted to roll over and close my eyes and think about
other things.  I wanted to dream about the me I left behind in Nevada.  The
me that I left behind in Nevada wouldn't have been disturbed by that
thought.

     Because the me that I left behind in Nevada would've have been aroused
by that thought.

     "It's almost like what, dude?"  Corey asked when I went totally
silent.  That tear was now in his voice.

     "Nothing," I said and turned away from him.  I rolled over onto my
side and tried to close my eyes.  They wouldn't stay shut.

     "Aaron?" Corey whispered.  I felt his hand on my arm.  For some reason
I put my hand on his and held it there.  He moved closer, his bare chest
pressing against my bare back.  "What's wrong?"


     I said nothing, didn't move.

     "Come on, man . . .  What is it?" he persisted.

     Still I said nothing.

     I felt his hand slip from under mine and immediately cup my package.
Again I grabbed his hand and held it.  His leg moved up tighter behind
mine.  He kissed my ear gently.  I turned my head, putting my lips directly
before his, prompting him to kiss them.  My cock began to harden beneath
our hands.  He must have felt it, because he slowly started to stroke me
through the fabric of my briefs.

     "Corey . . ." I breathed, "you and Jenny got to quit toying with me."

     "We're not," he said between kisses.

     As soon as he had me as hard as I was going to get beneath my
underwear, I felt his fingers slip beneath the waistband.  He slowly pushed
them down.  I thought he was attempting to expose my cock so he could jack
me off without the hindrance of the underwear.  But, he halted his efforts
to lower them before my cock was free.  His hand then disappeared
momentarily.  In just a few seconds I learned where it had gone.  He had
used it to free his own dripping member.  Then I understood why.  My cock
may not have been extricated, but he had removed the barrier in front of my
ass.

     I felt the wet tip of his prick suddenly embed itself inside my crack.
I reached back with a jerk, clutching his hip.  "What the fuck do you think
you're doing!"  I said as loudly as I could in a whisper.

     "Shhhh . . .  Please let me . . ."

     "Is that what this is?" I said and turned back toward him, pushing him
back down again.  "Are you trying to fuck me before Jenny?  Is that how
this little game works?  Which ever one fucks me first wins?"

     "No . . .  Of course not," he pleaded.  "This isn't a game, I promise
you . . .  You already fucked me . . . I mean, if anyone won, you won . . .
I just want to . . . you know . . ."

     "I don't know," I said and laid back down flat.

     He gently pushed me back onto my side and wrapped his arm around me.
He kissed my ear again and whispered, "Please, man . . .  I just can't get
enough of you . . .  I mean it, that's all this is."


     I still didn't know what to do or think or believe.  He began to work
his cock up between my ass cheeks again, smearing my crack with his pre
cum.

     I had only a few seconds to decide whether or not to let him fuck me
right there in the loft while the other boys were snoring around us.

     His mushroom head found my hole and began to forge ahead.

     I hissed.

     This was it, one last chance to stop him.

     Something compelled my eyes to look toward the ladder at the opposite
edge of the loft.

     I could see Jenny peering through the dark at us.

     I knew Corey must be able to see her.

     I didn't want her to see him fuck me.

     But . . .

     . . .  To be continued? . . .

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