Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2012 23:45:54 -0600
From: Rob Ioveboy <robloveboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Shagging In My Shag Van 2

Shagging In My Shag Van, Part 2

We laid naked side by side in silence smoking weed. Rain drops began to
pitter-patter the roof and increased in velocity to a steady shower
followed by thunder rumbling in the distance and accompanied by periodic
flashes of lightening that illuminated the van's interior well beyond the
battery powered overhead lamp that was rapidly dimming from over use.

"Let's go swimming!" Seth excitedly broke the monotony of silence and was
on his feet with me in pursuit, stopping to haul a stirring and bewildered,
Tim to his feet whom we both supported and led the dazed teen down to the
beach into the welcome cool water. Tim came alive. playfully joining in to
our horse-play and in chest high water attempting a piggy-back with me atop
Seth's shoulders and Tim futilely trying to climb atop me only to result in
Seth buckling under the weight and all of us crashing down and surfacing in
hysterics.

The rain came down in torrents and the lightening became frequent casting a
daylight-like strobe effect as far as the eye could see. Loud overhead
cracks of thunder sent us scurrying from the beach and into the protection
of the van. Taking turns drying ourselves with the only dry towel that I
could find, each ceded his space in the narrow rear confines and assumed a
seated position atop the bed taking a vodka-cooler that Tim thoughtfully
procured a six pack from the girls personal stash that Tammy made perfectly
clear to everyone, wasn't for guy consumption.

Another joint liberally produced by Seth along with Ecstasy offered and
eagerly accepted by Tim, we sat in a circle knee to knee. My earlier
fantasy of the exact same scenario flashed through my mind except that Mike
wasn't present for the reality version. Tim's five-inch cock hung between
the vee formed crease of his equally long chestnut weighted sack like a
ballpark-frank in a bun waiting for mustard and relish. Seth first
shotgunned Tim and the sight of the two naked teens in a lip lock exchange
of the narcotic made my cock inflate to half-mast as innocent as the
transfer necessitated.

Making idle chit-chat or a long while as the rain battered a deafening roar
upon the van, we remained in the same position and drank the sweet fruity
coolers that my thirst found satisfying. The ceiling light was barely aglow
and needed a fresh battery but the steady lightening flares illuminated the
interior and its occupants enhancing the serene aphrodisiac like aura that
I sensed was unanimous as we frequently groped ourselves to noticeable
semi-erections as the conversation waned to a silence.

Seth broke the ice and asked Tim, "So... you going back to your tent to try
and make up with Tammy? She's probably scared of the storm about now and
has forgiven whatever it is ya did... wrong."

"Nah, she's pissed off at me for drinking too much... but we've been on the
outs for a few weeks now." he said sadly, then chuckled pulling on his
cock, "Anyway,...as horny as I am, I ain't gonna get laid, that's for sure!
Think I'll just crash in my car and listen to some tunes."

I was being selfish in not readily offering him to stay with Seth and
me. Not only that it would have been cramped, but I desperately wanted my
first taste of hard cock and savor Seth's beautifully displayed semi that
he was fondling while enticingly stared at me with a cocky look.

"Awful waste of the love-drug, Tim." Seth remarked, reverting his gaze upon
Tim's crotch and back at mine. "All of us are horny, dude! --Why not stay
here with Trevor and me and... help each other out?"

Seth reached both hands forward and shockingly took Tim's and my cock into
the palm of his hands. Tim's only reaction was to close his eyes and
swallow hard, allowing Seth to fondle his quick to respond cock to a full,
mouth-watering seven inches of thick Italian sausage complete with the
curvature. The blood drained from my face and despite the humidity, a chill
shivered my body. It wasn't another fantasy illusion when I reached to join
Seth's hand and assist him in the manipulation of Tim's manhood, holding my
breath anticipating that at any moment Tim would come to his senses and
make a hasty exit. Even when Tim reciprocated and took Seth's and my cock
in hand, I thought the moment would soon end.

The ceiling light finally succumbed and mother nature's own spectacular
fireworks cast a black and white, strobe like slow-motion effect as a
tandem effort of joined hands was seen engaged in a three-way fervor of
mutual masturbation. Tim's long meaty cock was so different than Seth's
thinner, five inch, bony erection that, unseen until then, felt much larger
when it was up my ass! Not that I was in any way preferring one over the
other, both teens held my lustful eye.

Seth went down on Tim and began to perform his magic. Tim laid back
supported on his elbows peering down and moaned his pleasure, "It's been a
long time, dude! --Even better than you..." Tim suddenly hesitated and
looked over at me, not competing his statement. I wondered if there was a
naughty secret between them that he almost divulged. After I thought about
it, that would explain Seth's casual approach and ease in seducing Tim.

Seth paused his attack on Tim's glistening, saliva covered cock and
motioned me forward to join him. Cheek to cheek, Seth aimed the cock to my
eager lips. My tongue swiped over the large crown tasting the sweetness of
what I knew to be pre-cum that flowed down between the gap of his
circumcision. Sucking just the head secured between my lips, the tip of my
tongue prodded the wide expanse and source of the ample nectar that my fist
eagerly squeezed forth from his shaft. I fucking loved the taste of it and
prayed that the mother-lode would be as delectable as the sample. My mind
was made up regardless, the erotic thought of inciting another guy's orgasm
was one thing, but then to be rewarded with, and ingest his most valuable
masculine commodity was a huge turn on for me.

My mouth took more of the metallic tasting cock and my lips applied
pressure to the doughy texture, feeling the cartilage bone encased in his
remarkably fat organ. Flesh gathered between the tight confines of my lips
and hand that glided in saliva slick unison with my mouth at a steady
tempo. I found a comfort level of about five inches stuffed in my mouth
using my busy hand as a barrier to prevent gagging myself in excited
passion. Pausing occasionally to replenish air and not to waste a moment of
my desire, I licked his heavy balls while I caught my breath. Tim's coarse
pubic hair grew sporadic on his sack that certainly wasn't as appetizing as
Seth's smooth scrotum. The odd strand dislodged that I had to pick off my
tongue a few times. A thicker dark trail led into his crack that dissuaded
me from treating him to a tongue-fuck.

Seth's earlier, hands-on tutorial on the fine art of pleasuring another guy
certainly benefited my apprenticeship and allowed me to master my own
technique. It was as if sucking cock came naturally to me by some kind of
mortal instinct, or immoral instinct! Seth may very well have been hiding
his homosexual tendencies under the guise of temporary sexual gratification
widely and indiscriminately practiced at that all boy-school, but he
obviously hadn't left it at the door on the way out! His enthusiasm as we
took turns devouring Tim's genitals spoke volumes to the contrary; he was
as queer as I came to realize I was or he was bisexual, but either way, in
denial of his true nature.

Seth positioned himself in a sixty-nine with his slender erect cock
pointing into Tim's armpit who had laid back in comfort with his head
resting on his arms enjoying the tandem blow-job with throaty coos and
grunts. My gaze never left the scene ahead wondering if Tim would take the
blatant hint. He stared at it for a few moments before his left hand
crossed his chest pausing to spit in it and proceeded to wrap it around
Seth's cock and jerk him off. I was beyond shock at Tim's reaction, never
in a million years would I have believed it, but my eyes were not deceiving
me! Especially what followed next.

Seth laughed and said, "Come on, Timmy,... this time a hand-job ain't gonna
cut it while ya get yer cock sucked!"

The key words that struck me were, "this time," confirming my suspicions
that they had played around in the past. Seth lifted his left leg over
Tim's head and brought his hip forward for easier access. I was frozen with
in uncertainty of events. After a brief expression of disgust that turned
to fear, he craned his neck to face the challenge, hesitated a moment. Like
slow motion, I watched him lift the cock to his lips!

"What the fuck, blame it on the Ex!" he surrendered, "If anyone of you ever
tell anyone 'bout this... I swear, I'll..." Not finishing his idle threat
and preposterously lame fear, he closed his eyes tight, opened his mouth,
paused to relay another stern condition, "Just don't cum in my mouth!" and
accepted about three inches that he loudly slurped and gagged in good
humored exaggeration.

Seth jokingly replied, "Don't worry, seeing that this is your first
blow-job... well, --I'll be kind and give ya a half-second warning!" The
ice was broken as we all giggled. Suddenly we were all on an equal
playing-field, absolving us of any potential sober, postmortem blues and
humiliation that I had actually considered.

We soon were on our sides in a three-way, triangle-like position with Seth
sucking me off. I surmised that he wasn't really enjoying Tim's, less than
enthusiastic, approach judging by his flinches and minor complaints of
teeth scrapings that he took in stride. Tim had cock in his mouth and
that's all that really mattered to me, and being pretty certain he was
going to be the first to cum and presumably, loose even more desire, I
looked forward to finishing off Seth, who was an esprit cock-sucker, but I
doubted a third orgasm was in the near future for me. Nonetheless, I
learned that orgasm wasn't the end-all of pleasure, but more of a sad,
grand-finale to the great experience!

As predicted, Tim succumbed to my overzealous oral stimulation. The first
clear indication was when his body convulsed, followed by his dick that
pulsed and released snot-like jism that tasted salty and bitter with a hint
of bleach, nothing like his sweet precum. I wasn't complaining about the
unexpected potency that I tried to swallow while applying a vacuum suction
with my mouth in motion like a V-8 engine piston, discovering that the two
physical acts were next to impossible to achieve and simply letting it
gather on the back of my tongue and upper palate that I swear I could smell
the odor assaulting my nostrils from within!

Tim's load was much greater than I expected, based on my own
ejaculates. When I was satisfied that I had sucked the last residual drop
from the wilting root and being discouraged by his hand on my forehead to
forgo my lock on the meat, I came up gasping for air and choked on the
accumulated mass that I inadvertently inhaled along with the oxygen! It
burned my throat and entered my nasal passages sending me in to a sneezing
fit that also burned exiting my nose combined with mucus and flowed down to
my lips sending both teens into hysterical laughter!

Facing my slight embarrassment, I stuck out my tongue as far as I could
reach and swiped my upper lip and said, "Ummm, good to the last drop!"
grossing Tim out in the process, Seth only chuckled under his
breath. However, I did get to swallow a good portion that had the same
consistency of a raw oyster that my dad dared me to ingest one time with
the same basic response! Focusing my sight on Seth's glistening cock, I
crawled atop him and we went at it with Tim looking on with a smile,
probably thankful that he was let off the hook.

There was no ball play other than grasping the others nuts in an almost
painful but pleasurable stretching. Nor was there a need to use a hand, it
was strictly mutual mouth and tongue action, each intent on selfish, animal
like ferociousness driving our cocks in and out of sealed mouths in a face
fuck that Seth ceded to in short order, spewing his creamy, shockingly
sweeter cum into my mouth that fully engulfed to the base with my nose
buried between his two testicles that bulged taught and veiny over my thumb
and index-finger.

Seth carried on sucking me, but with less vigor that I knew was a futile
attempt to re-pay the favor and take me to orgasm. I'd had all the pleasure
that a boy could want already, my needs were inconsequential and I rolled
off him exhausted. I was positive that we had only just began a sexual
relationship, maybe... I mean if he was gay, we could be boyfriends one
day. I could easily have fallen in love with him, hell, I thought I was
already! I even tried to formulate my coming out speech to my parents. No,
not quite yet because it occurred to me that any hope of sleepovers would
be thwarted the same as if I wanted a girlfriend to sleep in my bed! I
shook my head of the over presumptuous thoughts and laughed at my
foolishness.

Laying on backs and staring at the ceiling that daybreak had snuck up and
cast a dim, but legible view of the surroundings, Tim's voice brought me
back to reality, "This giving a blow-job thing ain't all that bad, really!

Seth snickered and replied, "Tim... that wasn't a blow-job. To be honest,
it was like sticking my cock in a meat grinder!"

"Oh really...?" he countered smugly, "Be that way then, I thought I did a
smash up job for my first time."

Seth laughed, "Yeah, ya do get and 'A' for effort, I guess!"

"Fuck that, asshole. An 'A+' so sure!"

"Trevor gets an 'A+' cuz he made me cum,... fuck-for-brains!"

"Not my fuckin' fault it takes ya forever to work up a load in those puny
balls of yours!"

"Least I didn't try and drown him in what yer abnormal bull sized balls
produce;... and that horse cock!"

"Ya never complained before when I allowed you to fag me off; you lapped it
up like a hungry puppy wanting more, or begging me to fuck yer fagot ass
with my so called, "horse cock" that made you squeal like the little
fucking piggy that you are!"

They're friendly sparring banter back and forth was a welcome
relief. Nobody was anxious or ashamed by what they did. The taste of what I
did still lingered in my mouth. My curiosity got the better of me and I
blurted out, "You guys used to fool around?" I asked, in more of a
statement than a question.

Tim looked at Seth, "Go ahead, obviously we have nothing to hide from him!
I'm going to steal more coolers from the bitch!"

Tim confided that when they were fourteen during his first summer home from
the academy he had formed the logical impression that all boys had casual
sex, no big deal. Mike, Tim and he had gotten into Mike's dads' home make
wine still fermenting in plastic garbage cans that I could relate to
indulging in. We had often got buzzed on the "white lightening," as we
referred to it, and because our consumption was hardly detectable as
missing from the big vats, the chances of getting caught were minimal.

Mike's basement rumpus room had regularly served as our place to crash in
sleeping bags. Anyway, they got drunk and stared at porno mags that Tim had
found helping to clean out his dead grandpa's house and smuggled away the
shopping bag full. The topic of blow-jobs naturally arose as well as
cocks. Indiscriminate solo masturbation within sleeping bags became evident
to Seth who offered his experience to the less fortunate, naive to the
buddy system, Mike and Tim.

Mike was aghast at the offer of a blow-job from a guy, whereas Tim, the
adventurer, was curious and horny enough to take Seth up on his offer later
when Mike fell asleep. According to Seth, he and Tim discretely found
opportunities for the next two summers and at some point had escalated to
anal sex and being caught in the act by Mike.

Tim hadn't returned with the pilfered coolers, probably taking a piss that
I wasn't shy about getting up and urinating in the small sink and asking,
"He never... like... returned the favor?"

"Nope, he'd only jerk me off,... and once he got a taste of it,... fucked
me every chance he got! --After Mike caught us doing it when he woke up one
night and went ballistic, well... that was the end. Mike didn't put any
blame on Tim, but lambasted me! --He never mentioned it again, but never
treated me the same ever since." Seth recounted with sorrow just as Tim
entered soaking wet with three bottles precariously tucked under each
armpit that I relieved him of to dry himself off.

The head of the bed was too narrow for the three of us to sit comfortably,
we decided that we would sleep cross-wise when the time came. Our legs
might hang over the edge if knees weren't bent, but it was surely a much
more spacious, manly arrangement than the alternative of snuggling
together, which I desperately wanted to do with Seth. My mind wandered
again. We were embraced with arms each other, hands caressing our backs,
face to face, nose to nose. Our eyes locked on the others with just the
tips of our tongues extended, playfully teasing each other and giggling
like elementary school girls.

"Holy fuck, it's hot in here!" Tim cried, "Don't ya have air conditioning,
Trev?" startling me from my happy place.

"No he doesn't, but we'll both blow on ya if ya want!" Seth sarcastically
proposed.

"Ha-ha, ass wipe!" was the reply. "Let's go for a dip in the lake again!"
he suggested, and without hesitation, we followed his bare ass out the van
and ran down to the beach getting soaked from the warm rain well before we
dove into the refreshing, invigorating cool water. Time elapsed our
consciousness and daybreak suddenly evolved well after we swam out to the
raft and got carried away doing cannon-balls or diving to the depths in
search of more fresh water clams that Seth discovered, but quickly
discarded when we realized that we had no way to transport them back to
shore. It was a good idea at the time but we agreed, who the fuck wanted to
steam and eat them anyway!

Uninhibited by our nudity, even though a family of two young boys, mother
and father, ate breakfast under the protective awning of their motor-home
within viewing range, we frolicked carefree wrestling for superiority atop
the raft striving to push each other off the edge. In the end, bigger and
stronger, Tim, was the winner but not without a valiant effort by Seth and
me. He howled and did the chicken dance with his thumbs under his pits that
I swear I heard the family audience roaring in laughter at his antics.

Back inside the oven-like confines of the van, we soon crashed. The
constant patter of rain on the roof was tranquil and despite the in-climate
weather, the birds chirped away happily in a constant, repetitious
choir. Seth was fast asleep laying between Tim and I with his legs hanging
over the bed and feet planted on the floor. Tim turned over facing away
from us and was soon breathing heavy in his own deep slumber. It had been
the night of my life, an awakening to the rest of my life.

I took the liberty of spreading the sheet on us, a habitual quirk of mine,
unable to sleep without a cover. Taking a risky advantage, I rolled on my
side and placed my head on Seth's shoulder and my arm atop his chest with
my hand gingerly caressing the nape of his neck and ear, pretending that we
were lovers. I had never felt true love before, but I knew without a doubt
it was one sided, emotions would never be reciprocated.

The three of us slept well past noon, easy to do because the weather was
dark and gloomy with scattered showers and the fact that we had only
crashed at daybreak. It was the sound of the van door opening and someone
stepping inside that startled me awake. Mike stood at the bedside looking
down at the scene with beaming smile and sniffing the air.

"Smells like a fucking locker room in here. Hey,... fuck heads!  Are you
guys going to sleep the whole day away?" he asked and swiped the sheet off
our naked bodies, loosing his smile to a look of bewilderment. "What
the... you guys slept naked together?"

Apparently we hadn't moved a muscle in our several hours of sleep and I
wasn't quick enough removing myself from cuddling Seth, who also pulled
away with a look of confusion. Tim cursed Mike for the rude awakening and
rolled over to return to his slumber. Mike's eyes focused on the uncapped
bottle of baby-oil laying in the bed and picked it up then scanned our
guilty faces that probably concluded his suspicions.

Gazing at me, he accusingly asked, "So... Did you and Timmy gang-bang the
boys-school ferry all night? Bet ya got yer cocks sucked, too?"

Seth lowered his head in shame or hurt, perhaps both. That comment got
Tim's attention and he bolted upright. "What the fuck are you talking
about, asshole?"

Mike tossed the baby-oil at Tim, "I caught ya once before giving to him, I
let it go as just another one of yer stupid moments!" Mike defamed, "But if
ya wanna be a fudge-packer..."

Tim dove at Mike and the two teens fell to the floor in a crash with Tim
kneeling on Mikes chest and his hands holding him down by the shoulders,
screaming at his best friend, "Ya wanna sniff my dick, Mikey?... Do
ya?... Come on, do ya?"

"I...I'm sorry, dude!... Okay? Now get off me, asshole!" Mike struggled to
get up, but Tim held him in place.

"Remember when we were twelve, Mike? We'd jerk off together and you
couldn't make cum yet, but I could. Remember how you would jerk me off just
to see it squirt out? You'd sniff the goo off your fingers? And then all
the times after when you could finally cum and we'd jerk off together?" Tim
had calmed down to a dull roar, Mike was red as a beat, "Remember the one
time we got drunk on yer daddy's hooch and we laid side by side with out
cocks mashed together in our hands and fucked each others hands! Now don't
ya think that was a tad on the queer side, Mikey?" Tim lifted him then
shoved his down before rising to his feet.

Mike didn't know when to shut up and retorted, "That only happened once,
and it was your fucking idea. And I wouldn't do it anymore when you wanted
to!"

"Guess what, Mike? Here's a news flash, I think I'm bisexual! And to answer
your earlier question? No, Seth didn't suck my cock... I sucked his!
Satisfied now?"

I couldn't believe Tim's candid honesty. I loved him for defending Seth and
outing himself as bisexual in the process. That took guts! He never said a
word about my sucking his cock, protecting my dignity at his own
expense. Mike looked up at Tim astonished and remained speechless.

I had to do something, I couldn't let Tim take on the burden by himself and
sent Mike for another loop when I confessed, "Here's another shocker for
ya!" I fumbled for the words to come out, but there was no taking it back,
"I... I'm gay, Mike! I've hid it for a long time now."

"So... so am I, Mike!" Seth outed himself, "I think I swing both ways,
maybe even gay, too! The jury's still out on that one. But I guess either
way, it's not a shocker to you."

He peered between his knees shaking his head in disbelief and said, "You've
all gone nuts! My best friends... guess ya never really know someone, do
ya?"

Tim laid back down, pulled the sheet over his waist and rolled over,
clearly indicating that his conversation with Mike was over.

Seth piped up, "So I guess that you are going to disown your friends
now. Personally, I don't give a shit about myself cuz ya disowned me a long
time ago!"

"I'm really sorry, okay? I mean... it's a shock. I promise I won't say a
word to anyone." Mike apologized and and hauled himself to his
feet. Chuckling, he said, "Just don't ask me to take off my clothes and
join you guys, okay?" We all laughed at his humor, including Tim. "Who
knows,... maybe I'm missing out on something?"

"Well, if ya ever want to try it, just let me know, pal!" Tim joked, his
back to everyone.

"What I came to tell ya Tim, the girls want to go home. The radio says this
weather is locked in for a few days and both our tents are leaking."

Tim replied without emotion, "Good riddance! Take Tammy with ya cuz I'm
staying here with my friends."

"That's already arranged, cuz she doesn't want to drive home with you
anyway! Fuck... is she pissed at you. She threw all your clothes out into
the rain!"

"That's okay, I won't be needing any clothes this weekend. I'm gonna stay
drunk and stoned and fuck my brains out. You're welcome to stay, ya
know. Nobody's going to rape ya!"

"Nah, I gotta go with Marnie,... she'd get lost and never even find her way
out of the campground!"

"She's an air-head and you're pussy-whipped and Tammy's a fucking bitch and
they're both fucking control freaks!" Tim rattled, still not making face
contact. "Between Seth, Trev and me, we'll manage to pack up all the shit
and take it home. Leave the food and booze, especially the booze. Don't let
that cunt take it away in spite. She thinks I'm an alcoholic, so she may
try to just to piss me off!"

"I'll leave ya's mine, too. Ya never know... you guys may come to your
senses and find some horny girl to fuck!" Mike sarcastically jested,
adding, "Which reminds me, were you really serious last night when you
wanted us to share Tammy and Marnie in an orgy? That was a low blow to
think that.

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mikey; but it was Marnie that put that
thought in our heads. She groped Seth and me in the lake when you were busy
dunking and frolicking with Tammy! I thought we were all horny and in the
mood from the Ecstasy."

I should have minded my own business, but relayed more incriminating
slander, "You must be blind or stupid not noticing how she was drooling
over Seth when we were sitting on the beach yesterday afternoon!"

"That's probably because he always thought Seth was gay and didn't
notice... or ignored it." Tim surmised.

"Fuck off!... She was probably just fooling around then!"

"Ohhh yeah, key words! She wanted to fool around alright, I'd keep a close
eye on her if I was you, Mike!" Tim warned.

I thought for sure another physical altercation would erupt. I felt sorry
for Mike, it was like we were ganging up on him. However the truth hurts
sometimes.

Mike turned and stormed out of the van and scathed, "Hope you guys get
fucking aids!"

Tim yelled after him, "If I was you, I'd be more worried about getting the
clap from her eventually!"

It was a spiteful roller-coaster of emotions. Hurtful words were exchanged,
then a peace treaty seemed to calm the waters, then right back to
bitterness. Maybe even irreconcilable hate between the life long buddies! I
felt somehow responsible for everything, even fueling the fire towards the
end reinforcing Tim's insinuation that Marnie was a flirt, a cock-teaser! I
wasn't the only one feeling the brunt of it all.

Seth got out of bed and searched for his clothes among mine that were
tucked away under the bed and began dressing. Tears rolled down his cheeks
and he sobbed. I hated seeing him cry that sent me into a slobbering mess
and asking what he was doing.

"I've caused enough damage,... I'm leaving, too!"

"Let's all just go home, then! I agreed.

Tim shot up to see what was happening, "Dudes... like, what are ya doing?"

"It's all my fault and I'm sorry!" Seth cried.

Tim jumped out of bed and lifted the slighter built teen with ease and
tossed him onto the bed and struggled to remove his half-pulled up Jeans,
socks and underwear laughing the whole time, finally saying, "You ain't
go'in nowhere, don't be an idiot! You haven't done anything wrong
so... chill out, dude! I'll fucking tie ya up if I have to... not that
that's a bad idea, kinda kinky, don't ya think?"

Who could argue after that comment, Seth relaxed and Tim did the most
wonderful thing. Full of surprises that day, he first held Seth tight in
his arms and wiped away the tears from his face in great exaggerated
strokes of his tongue! Noticing me sniveling, he grabbed my neck and forced
me down, shoving Seth's and my heads together and grossly licked both our
faces followed by wet-willies in our ears that had us laughing and trying
to escape his stronger hold.

We heard the three car doors slam and Mike's car start and peel away,
tossing gravel behind in it's wake. The mood in the van turned solemn
again, but Tim was soon to shed a positive light in saying, "Thank God
they're gone, lets have a cocktail and eat something, I'm starved!"

Needing to piss, we stood in the pouring rain at the side of the van and
let loose that ended up in a childish sword fight instigated by Tim. A
battle of the cocks ensued spraying each other until the last man stood
streaming, Tim of course! His fire hose continued to stream as he chased us
around the campsite, finally petering out and dropping on is stomach in a
mud puddle that was too hard to resist in joining him and wrestling in the
muck.

Caked head to toe in slimy grime, we grappled and rolled around and laughed
like I had never laughed before. Exhausted, we sprawled out in the mud-sty,
catching our breaths. The sight of three teens covered in mud to any
passerby who may inadvertently stumble across our semi-secluded haven,
wouldn't even notice our camouflaged nude bodies!

Discussed and mutually agreed, there was only one way to thoroughly cleanse
our bodies and that was to run naked to the beach in the reduced
visibility, confident that no other campers would venture outside their
dwellings in the sudden torrential downpour. We were wrong! Two boys of
about nine or ten watched in awe as we ran by them and plunged into the
lake. To their imaginative impressions, we were three monsters and they
dropped their shovels and pails, screamed, and ran down the beach out of
sight. The ironical thing was, they each wore two large green garbage bags
that some weird, over protective parent had cut head and arm holes into the
makeshift rain-coats and sent the kids out to play!

Each of us noticing that peculiar garb, we howled and pointed, falling over
in the sand in hysterics, probably scaring the kids even more! That episode
never failed to send us into laughter when one or the other mentioned it
over the weekend. I made mention that, "it's something air-head Marnie
would do!" Tim countered, "I'm surprised their mom didn't add a plastic
7-Eleven bag to keep their heads dry, too!"

I was learning a lot that weekend, like one of the things was not to fry
bacon in the nude over the van's propane stove!  Of course, they had fun
with my plight as I danced around the floor in circles enduring bee-sting
like spatters of grease, but bound and determined to make Tim and Seth a
nice breakfast that in the end, was awesomely appreciated. Being
three-o'clock in the afternoon we argued that it wasn't breakfast, nor was
it brunch, and settled on naming it lunper, lunch/supper!  Appropriate for
the occasion, pre-mixed vodka-orange juice complimented the meal and went
down smooth and plentiful well after lunper.

We danced on our knees atop the bed to the likes of U-2, Santana, Queen and
of course, Elton John, whom we decided was our official 'patron-saint' for
the long-weekend! "Don't let your son go down on me" was our official
improvised theme song that we sang chorus to while feeling each other
up. Tim teased as he searched though my vast music collection asking where
my Donna Summer, Madonna, Bette Midler or Cher and show-tune music was and
thus, I wasn't a very good gay boy if I didn't own any! He got a punch in
the arm in retaliation.

Seth insisted that it was illegal to not smoke pot while listening to the
tunes of Bob Marley. Who were we to argue with the law and indulged
ourselves. Unlike the numerous times before, Seth slipped his tongue in my
mouth. My first real kiss that I thought would be brief and hidden from Tim
became passionately arousing.

"Get a room!" Tim snickered, "Oh right,... this is your room."

Seth broke the embrace, peered into my eyes and smiled, "I couldn't resist,
I never kissed anyone before, either!"

"You guys make a nice couple," Tim said facetiously, "but you're wasting
away that joint and Bob Marley will be pissed.... And don't you dare slip
me the tongue next!"

"Don't worry, your not my type, Timmy." Seth joked, "I only like younger
guys who's dicks don't smell like fish!"

"Oh right!... How silly of me, you only like dicks that smell like shit!"
Tim scoffed, "So let's take care of that incidental, bum-boy!"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, donkey-dick!"

The fun banter ceased and the last of the pot was orally exchanged between
Seth and Tim. As Tim fell backward, Seth followed the momentum taking the
limp meat in his mouth. I debated whether to assist Seth to stimulate the
cock into full erection and readiness for fucking him or face plunge into
his tiny pink hole already in position that I could swear was winking at
me. How it would ever accept Tim's rather wide girth member being forced
inside the fragile looking wrinkled folds seemed impossible to me, even
though I knew that they had done the nasty in the past. The least I could
do was prepare it for him, but on the other hand, Tim may expect the same
benefit at some point. The memory of his hairy ass-hole made me rethink the
idea and instead, I opted to lay with my head insert between Seth's thighs
and suck him.

The uncomfortably tight enclosure limited my ability to do anything more
than take it in my mouth and hope that I didn't gag when he began to slowly
face fuck me. However, it was a only temporary arrangement and a few
minutes later Seth shuffled over top of me and into a sixty-nine, engulfed
my cock. I had a clear view of Tim lubricating and bending over Seth's back
fumbling with his shiny fuck pole to find its mark that I was happy wasn't
seeking entry into my pud!

Not that I thought he needed any help, I relieved him of the effort and
guided the acorn-like head to the pinched gateway into Seth's body that on
contact, caused him to shutter with a loud muffled moan that vibrated a
keen sensation through my dick. Holding the slick cock, I watched Seth's
lips envelope and accept the intrusion until it had sufficiently planted
itself to forge ahead and shifted my hand to the two pairs of testicles
swaying and closing the distance between each other and a sight to behold!

Unable to see Seth, I could assume that the release of my cock from his
mouth was in order to rear his head to wail the barrage of breathless,
guttural profanities. Meanwhile, Tim held Seth's hips so tight that his
knuckles whitened and tendons and veins bulged forth, grunting in
boisterous inhalations and exhales ramming the final inches home to a final
sigh. Loose flesh had pushed back and gathered at the base of his chubby
cock meeting Seth's stretched and reddened rectum.

Both teens calmed, but heavy respiratory gasps resonated the quiet. Music
had long since silenced and the rain subsided to a light ping dripping from
the saturated overhead trees. Seth's cock had deflated to an abnormally
small, wrinkled accordion-like prune size and shape that an inch long
string of precum dangled from. Turtle-like, the glans expanded and receded
from his pubic bone as Tim slowly began to fuck him. Their equally
proportioned balls swayed and slapped against the others as Tim's rhythmic
motion increased with passion thrusting into Seth's ass that was timely met
in a unified, ever lengthening, merciless deep plunge forward.

Listening to the druthers of cries, squeals and erotic gasps, and in the
oblivious heat of the moment, I lifted and twisted my head to cradle the
under side of Tim's shaft at his scrotum and let it piston over my
suctioning mouth and lapping tongue. The pungent odor and slimy taste soon
made me regret my eagerness to participate in such an unhygienic manner,
rather, I basted the swaying testicles trying to capture one in my mouth.

Seth returned my cock to the cozy warmth of his mouth and never missed a
beat abiding the relentless onslaught to his guygina, a descriptive word I
came up with that I thought was not only humorous, but appropriately summed
up. How he could possibly enjoy what I considered to be borderline abusive
treatment by Tim's malicious ramrodding, my astonishment was compounded
ten-fold when I witnessed four pearly white cords eject from the slit of
the barely firm dick onto my neck and chin. Seth had cum without the help
of hand or mouth on my behalf that I would learn later was sometimes
internally induced during anal sex, kind of like a wet dream happens.

Tim took his final plunge and screamed out in orgasmic ecstasy applying
shorter strokes as he drained the final ejaculates into Seth's bowels and
immediately dislodge himself and rolled onto his side leaving a gaping
black hole surrounded by a cherry-red rash. Seconds later, a tawny colored
drool oozed from the gap and down his scrotum that I wanted no further
visuals of. Overall, It was a great pornographic performance but the ending
sucked and so did my blow-job.

"Oh fuck!" Seth winced and scrambled out of bed and darted for the door
with a hand cupped between his legs. It was hilarious watching him squat in
a cluster of bushes.

Tim looked at me and said, "Well, ya know the old gay expression,... shit
happens sometimes!"

"Yeah, I suppose." I countered, "Ya literally fucked the shit out of him,
didn't ya!"

Seth wrapped his waist in one of the wet towels that hung from a tree in
futile effort to dry, grabbed his toiletry bag and started to make his way
to the shower facilities located a quarter-mile down the road. Tim and me
agreed that a hot shower was a novel idea, donning our own soggy, heavy
towels we cough up to him. We could have drove the short distance, but
neither Tim or Seth cared much to have their upholstery subjected to wet
asses. A fair number of the campsites along the road had been vacated and
we made mental notes of which ones had precious firewood abandoned in their
haste to flee the weather, that later, we could collect on our return trip.

Three bathing--suit clad boys of around eleven, were the only other
occupants and had engaged themselves in a boisterous towel snapping war in
the change room. The looks on their fresh faces as we dropped our towels on
a bench and rifled through our toiletries for soap and shampoo sent them
into school-girl giggling fits and pointing at our junk.

"You guys have nothing on!" screamed a blond kid, the biggest of the three.

Tim answered, "We were wearing towels, what's it to ya?"

"Only queers take showers together naked." he said, and flicked his towel
at Tim that caused a melee of towel whippings; them against us! Painful
squeals and screams reverberated from the tiled confines. It was all in
joint fun and the boys being overpowered, soon admitted to defeat, cowering
in a corner.

Not to be outdone and being poor losers, they attacked us from behind in
the shower with lightening speed and agility, turning off the cold water
taps and scalding us, and running away with us in hot pursuit.

"Little fucking cock-suckers!" Tim screamed. We chased after them but the
little brats knew we wouldn't pursue further than the washroom exit. With
that assurance, they kept up their antics re-entering as far as they dared
and calling us fags and homos. We only had to fake a menacing step forward,
to send them running. Not giving up, they began throwing wet paper towel
balls at us, and the last straw was shutting off the lights.

Tim, never one to be duped, hid behind the entry wall and when they stepped
in again, he nabbed the instigator and carried him underarm into the
showers. Seth joined him and each secured a wrist, stretching the squirming
kid's arms and held him under an ice-cold, needle piercing spray. The other
two boys cautiously stood a safe distance away ready to flee at a second's
notice and laughed at their friend's humiliation.

"We outta strip the little fucker!" Seth idly threatened, causing the kid
to squirm even harder. "Let's hold him down on his knees and make him suck
Trevor's cock!"

Figuring the boy had had enough, Tim and Seth released him to freedom, he
turned and cursed, "Fucking fagots!" and ran, shoving his two unsympathetic
cohorts out of his way. Seth, Tim and I doubled over in laughter gloating
in having gained the upper hand when the kid's hadn't returned. Until, that
is, we finished our showers and discovered the little fucks had taken out
towels!

Still daylight, we would have to run the gauntlet of campers having dinner
at picnic tables, readying their fires for the evening's enjoyment or just
chilling in lawn-chairs hoping mother-nature was giving them a temporary
reprieve. Couples held hands in leisurely walks of their dogs, children
rode their bikes, and all bore witness to three naked teens streaking past
their dumbfounded eyes. I swear I seen mothers shielding children, people
running to the road to re-enforce their skepticism, pedestrian traffic
yielding to give a wide berth and sounding cheers of encouragement or cries
of dismay echoing in our wake!

Back inside the musky, humidity laden van catching our breaths, Seth set
about preparing several joints for the convenience of having on demand when
the mood struck. Tim sat propped against the wall selecting music and I
fussed with tidying up.

"Fucking little pukes," Seth admonished, "We should have gang-banged the
little fucker!" I was beginning to wonder if Seth wasn't just kidding or in
fact he was indeed a pedophile!

Seth began to laugh, "Come on,... ya gotta admit it was a brilliant counter
attack! No doubt the shits watched us from somewhere and pissed their pants
laughing."

"That was fucking embarrassing. I wouldn't be surprised if the park-warden
shows up any minute now." I mentioned.

"Fuck!... You two dudes need to chill, lets smoke a dubbie!" Tim made light

So we did, --and the park-warden didn't!  Good thing, because the smoke
lingered going nowhere in the hot, dead air even with both rear doors
opened wide. I began to regret ever allowing my dad to talk me into the
cocoon of carpet that was surely absorbing not only the moist air and
body-odor, but also, the pot smoke that I realized was causing the dank,
"locker room" stench that Mike so descriptively inferred.

We lazed around and drank beer just shooting the shit. Tim talked about
dumping Tammy, Seth talked about finding a girlfriend, Mike offered Tammy,
Seth said he'd pass and both agreed that they would like to fuck Marnie. I
sat there thinking about Seth. Maybe he would find a girl that would steal
his heart and never look back at the homo shit, however his fetish for anal
sex may well compel him to always be bisexual. His best hope would be to
find an open-minded chick for three-ways with an equally open-minded guy
who would fuck him. Like Timmy for instance, who had no qualms about
sharing girls for the sake of a jolly good party-time. If he did dump
Tammy, he would easily have a new girl within a week. As for the
possibility of him being bisexual, I highly doubted it. Tim was just along
for the ride that weekend with Seth and me. He would look back at it as
just another one of his bizarre, free-spirited interludes with life.

It was soon nightfall. Pulling on shorts we scrounged up wet wood and by
the encouragement of gasoline, a nice fire ensued to cook Marnie's
pre-marinated steaks over. Sitting in a light drizzle of rain, holding them
by the bone we ate them caveman style and munched on a side of raw
veggies. It was the best damn steak I had ever eaten.

"Cheers to Marnie!" Tim made a toast, "That girl really knows how to perk
up a piece of meat!" the pun of which didn't go unnoticed and we laughed.

Of course the night wouldn't be complete without a dip in the lake. Leaving
our shorts on the beach, we swam out in the pitch-dark to the raft and came
upon a couple in their late twenties fucking their brains out and not
hearing us until we were climbing the ladder. I don't know who frightened
who the most, but we all let out a startling shriek. Apologies from both
parties were made yet we were all in the same predicament, stark naked! A
heavy accent was detected from both.

She was not overly attractive, maybe plain in facial appearance, brunette,
but a nice figure was distinguishable when the man rolled off her. Her
small tits were perky, with raisin size nipples surrounded by large brown
spheres. A thick forest of dark pubic hair appeared unfeminine to me,
unlike Marnie and Tammy's close-cropped pussies and those that I had seen
in porn magazines. He was average looking, dirty blond, medium built man
with just a sprinkle of blond hair between well defined pecs. He sported a
long slender cock similar to Seth's, except uncut, with a purplish gleaming
knob that was slowly ebbing inside the foreskin.

The woman sat up and wrapped her arms around her tits and crossed her legs,
and the guy struggled to lift himself without the use of his hands that
were preoccupied shielding his erection. He let his guard down exposing his
deflating cock in order to stand, but then made no attempt to protect his
modesty. Tim, Seth and I covered our jewels and stood uncomfortably looking
away. Suddenly the woman broke out in laughter which eased the tension
somewhat. The man introduced himself as Carl, and his girlfriend, Erica.

At that moment, Erica stood up and like Carl, without a hint of modesty,
only took her boyfriends hand and smiled. The protocol of handshakes while
exchanging names was an uncomfortable moment that Erica picked up on and
advised that they were tourists from Sweden where public nudity at beaches
was quite common and for us not to be embarrassed.

Carl snickered meekly, "But public fucking isn't!" he advised, "And that is
our only shame right now, --please... forgive us."

"Chill out, dude." Tim said with a friendly smile, "It's not yer
fault;... we kinda snuck up on ya! We're the ones who should be sorry for
spoiling it for ya." then he took on a serious look, "Nude beaches, eh? --I
think I''ll move there. Do ya know if they're looking for help in the sauna
factory, or how 'bout the meatball one? I could learn to massage, I guess!"
he joked with exaggerated enthusiasm, Carl and Erica laughed at his
nescience.

"You are very nice young men," Carl complimented, "and I must admit, your
presence had me concerned at first." he said looking at Erica, the
insinuation clear.

Tim was quick to reply, "Ya don't have to worry about Erica, she's safe
enough around me... and those two are homosexuals!" leaning into Carl's
ear, said, "So I'd be more worried about yourself, get my meaning, Carl."
he joked at our expense, but it was funny nonetheless.

Seth punched Tim in the shoulder, "You asshole!"

"Oh, right,.... you're bisexual, --the other one is gay!"

Erica interjected, "Gay is okay, we have many gay people in Sweden and
bisexual is normal, as well. Right Carl?" She moved to sit on the edge of
the raft with her feet in the water. Carl followed her lead causing us to
do the same.

"Yah, it is no big deal like it is in North America. Many guys have casual
sex with each other. Especially younger teens before they get a
girlfriend." he told us, Seth was all ears, and I must admit, so was I.

Erica elaborated, "Sex is healthy,... pleasurable. Not restricted to
gender. It is even believed that it will make a boy a better lover later on
in life!"

Seth spoke up, "See, I told you guys it's kewl!" He went on to tell them
about his private school.

"Perfectly normal for best friends to have regular sex. When boys had a
sleep over... well, it was just assumed that they would have sex of some
type. Even parents are aware. Mutual masturbation is very common, as well
as oral sex."

"What about anal sex?" I had to ask, intrigued by the nonchalant attitude
of Swedes.

Carl paused to collect his thoughts, "There are no boundaries,... it is a
matter of personal choice. Some guys enjoy it, others do not. Personally, I
did not like to be penetrated, but some of my friend's did,... I enjoyed
penetrating them."

Seth asked, "So once ya get a girlfriend and have sex... do ya just... ya
know, stop?"

"Not necessarily." Carl replied, "Your girlfriend is not always available
when you are... how do you say, horny?" I still enjoy another man to this
day, if I find him attractive. My occupation takes me into seclusion with
hundreds of other men for three month intervals. It is two very different
kinds of sex and it is not considered cheating on your spouse as it is with
a woman. There is usually no intimacy such as a man and a woman would
share; and of course, gay couples, as well."

Seth was ecstatic "See, once again, it's the buddy system... just like I
told ya's!" he exclaimed, as if his theory finally held true, proven by a
complete stranger. I believe it also appeased his conscience if he harbored
any self doubt regarding his post boys-school compulsions that remained a
part of who he was.

Tim, who sat quietly listening. rudely asked, "Do you guys ever have
three-ways with other guys?" I read into the motives of that question.

"Sometimes." Erica answered, "If we are both attracted to him,... and of
course, if he is of legal age!" she laughed, setting the record straight
and letting him down easy.

"Nice try Timmy!" I teased.

Carl laughed, "You are a very handsome young man and I am very impressed
with your... body. Unfortunate for you and I, Erica has no interest in
becoming, um... how do you say, a cougar?"

Discovering that they enjoyed hashish, the mainstay drug of choice in their
country, we invited them to our camp to smoke marijuana around the
fire. Clothing optional for the lady, of course! We parted ways on the raft
as they were staying at a cabin renal property abutting our
campground. Having given them our camp number and walking directions from
the beach, they agreed to meet us for a night cap.

Out of courtesy, we put on our shorts and awaited Carl and Erica's arrival
and the arrival of our Ecstasy high because we weren't about to share that
with anyone. We teased Tim about getting turned down by an older woman and
questioning him what he was going to do for Carl, or more to the point,
what Carl may request of him, being the top that Carl was.

"Guess I'd blow em while I fucked his girl, I mean that's part of the deal,
right?" he said sincerely, "She sure as fuck ain't hot enough that I'd take
it up my ass to get into her pussy, though!"

Scaring the hell out of us, Carl suddenly appeared from the dark
announcing, "Guess it is boy's night out, Erica has a headache and sends
her apologies." He was dressed in white shorts and t-shirt and wearing
sandals He scanned the campsite still littered with Tim's clothes that
Tammy tossed out, the soaking wet sleeping-bag, two sagging tents and six
Coleman coolers considering there were only three of us.

Tim noticed as well and advised, "Don't even go there, dude. It's a long
story."

The beer was going down nicely and quickly. We passed joints around and
queried about his country and enlightened him of ours. His job as a
paramedic for a mining camp was interesting conversation. Erica and he
decided to see America and rented a motorcycle. Mostly tenting, they
sometimes took motels and cabins to chill for a few days in comfort during
their two month visit. He was thirty-one years old and Erica was twenty-six
and they had lived common-law for the past two years in a city I couldn't
pronounce, that when he spelled it, was about a hundred letters with very
few vowels!

I liked Carl. I liked Carl a lot. I had the hots for him. He was more
handsome than I first thought, a rugged handsomeness with a days growth on
his face. I loved his deep throaty accent and articulate English. His
mother and father had been teachers and English was a prerequisite, second
language of his nation. When he inquired about Seth, Tim and my age, he
seemed shocked that I was sixteen and not fifteen that he assumed.

"You have a baby face. --Very cute indeed!" he complimented me, making me
blush.

I caught him staring at me often, he'd smile the whitest smile I'd ever
seen, and wink. He was coming on to me and I didn't let doubts cloud my
intuition like I had done with Seth. Never having entertained the fantasy
of sex with an older man, I wanted Carl who was twice my age, and that
confounding factor added to the temptation of returning is flirtation head
on.  I was boning up thinking about his uncut cock and what the mysterious
foreskin would feel like; what his purplish head would taste like. Surely
not pussy, he had swam to shore and there couldn't have been enough time to
throw a fuck into his old lady. The vivid memory of him humping Erica was
the final surge of blood needed to fill my cock to capacity length. I
envisioned him on top of me and fucking my almost virginal, barely
broken-in ass!

When Seth asked Carl if he wanted another beer, I was on my feet in a flash
to get him one and flagrantly parked my ass beside him, inching over to
allow me more space on the long Coleman cooler that substituted as seating
to the limited available lawn-chairs. His curly blond hairs tickle my
smooth, hairless leg in the closeness sending a chill through
me. Immediately, his arm surrounded my waist, his hand rested on my hip,
gently kneading the skin, sending chills up my spine and a break out of
goose-bumps that he had to have felt. Bravely, having nothing to fear, I
placed my arm around him, I had made my anything but subtle move on him, no
doubt he was pleased at my forwardness. Nervous as a hen with a fox in the
hen house, I was baffled as to how to seduce him further, deciding to leave
that to fate.

Knowing looks and smirks on their faces attested to Tim and Seth being wise
to the goings-on on the other side of the roaring fire as they comically
relayed the events of the day. From the disarray of camp, the two boys we
frightened on the beach, to the antics of the three boys in the shower
house. Carl laughed heartily, taking advantage of the moments to caress my
hip and upper leg. I returned the gesture for a while and then stretching
my arm, looped my thumb inside his waistband and toyed with border line
pubic hair between his inner thigh and groin area.

Lost in lust, I don't know how the topic of ownership of the van came
up. At some point I heard Seth telling Carl how I single handedly finished
the interior and that Carl should ask me to show him my handy-work.

"Well, shall we?" Carl asked, taking me off guard before I could make sense
of the tail end of the conversation. "I would very much like to see your
craft."

"Um, yeah, okay!" I sputtered, rising from the cooler and looking at Seth
wearing a devious grin and winking at me.

Inside the van that I wished I had made presentable, at least folded the
bed had I known, Carl admired it for a moment. Next thing I knew his hand
held the nape of my neck and his mouth was locked on mine with his tongue
forcing its way into my mouth. My legs felt like jello, my whole body like
a rag-doll and fear of the unknown overwhelmed me. I easily surrendered and
returned the passion with my arms around his neck. His whiskers chaffed my
mouth area but I was certainly not complaining. Actually, it made him even
more manly. I knew in my heart that events were going to get more heated
when I felt the hardness pressed against my own. My first real probing,
lashing, slobber lipped, intimate kiss!

Carl's hand slid into the left side waistband of my shorts and drifted the
short journey between our pressed bodies. When his fingers found their
destination and explored, he let out an audible sigh but it was no match
for my own cry of bliss. His other hand left my neck and caressed down my
back leaving me responsible to apply hand pressure to ensure our mouths
didn't somehow lose momentum.

I felt the back of his hand on my belly as he fumbled with his clasp and
zipper, then the material landed on my feet. My shorts were targeted
next. Wrapped in his hand, cock against cock, he stroked the two and
massaged my balls with the other. Our panting breaths intensified emitting
muffled moans when as soon as he was naked, I located his satiny, hairless
sack and luscious cherry-tomato sized orbs. I hated to break our embrace
and drop to my knees, but the impatience to replace his tongue with
another, larger wet probe in my mouth was too much.

Licking the juices from his foreign shaped knob and pulling the loose folds
of skin forward to entomb my tongue, I was mesmerized by its texture and
ease of glide.

"You are a beautiful boy, Trevor. And I am a very fortunate man at this
moment." he exulted.

I took him hole and let my mouth savor the taste a few moments. It was
about an inch longer than Seth's, with a girth slightly less, but not near
as meaty as Tim's. I don't know why I was making comparisons, however one
thing was for sure: God did not create all men alike! Each one even tasted
marginally different. Eager to get to the matter at hand and pleasure the
man towering above me, I sucked his cock lovingly, unlike I had done with
Tim or Seth. I had a gut feeling that he was in no hurry to go anywhere
that night.

Carl ushered me up over and onto the bed where we comfortably laid side by
side and he tenderly explored my cock and balls with his tongue and lips,
and I resumed my oral command over his manhood. I was in my glory
experiencing a lover who was not intent on the 'get it on and get off'
adage. I was a bit confused with his affection displayed, contrary to on
the raft when he claimed that homo sex he experienced never included
intimacy, much the same as Seth's learned belief of the practice.

Without the warning of droplets, rain began to pelt the roof and I feared
our tenderhearted coupling would be sadly interrupted, if not shelved
completely, if Seth and Tim came inside for cover. Carl might be persuaded
into group sex, but our attentiveness to each others feelings would surely
be lost. My anxiety was put to rest when I heard a car door slam, the guys
had taken refuge in one of their cars, Seth's smirk and winks indicated
that he somehow connived expectations of Carl and me to have sex in the
van, and had conspired to stay away and allow me continued privacy.

"Please fuck me, Carl!" I blurted, shocking even myself of the lewdness
implored.

"I do not '"fuck"' beautiful boys,... I make love to them, and it would be
my pleasure to make love to you!"

I handed him the baby-oil and rolled onto my stomach with my ass high in
the air.

"What are you doing?" he asked as if I had done something wrong. "I wish to
see your face when I make love to you."

I complied and lay upon my back but when I saw that he was he reaching for
his shorts, I truly thought I had blown it somehow by insulting him. I felt
stupid and naive believing that anal sex didn't necessarily have to be so
impersonally performed from the rear as Seth and Tim perhaps silently
alluded my preconception. Relieved to see him digging into a pocket and
producing two small wrapped packages, I breathed a sigh of relief! Raising
myself on my elbows I watch as he used his teeth to tear open, then roll a
condom onto himself. The second package was a lubricant.

 He saw me looking oddly when he rolled on the rubber, and asked, "How long
have you been having sex with guys, Trevor?"

"Let me see," I joked, "it was on a Friday, that I know;... what time is it
now...  two o'clock Sunday morning?... Then I've been doing it for around
twenty-eight hours!"

He looked at me like I was crazy before it dawned on him, "Really? Have you
been penetrated as of yet?"

I debated the answer. A "Yes" would be honest, yet a "no" might encourage
him to be gentler. "Not really." I meekly answered.

I swear his cock jumped and flexed, he smiled warmly and assured me, "I
will be very gentle, you will see."

Arranging my legs knees up, spread wide, and a pillow placed under the
small of my back, Carl laid his full weight on me and kissed me
passionately once again. He manipulated his cock to my hole and gently
pushed. It hurt, but not near the pain Seth had caused me. The difference
was that I wanted Carl inside me and expected what was coming and in no way
resisted his entry. Hoping that I wasn't hurting him, I dug my nails into
his back. Our kiss ended, clenching my teeth and grimacing as inch by inch
he finally paused.

I had no way of knowing how much of his length was inside me, the position
we were in certainly prevented full potential. Carl obviously felt no need
to drive me deep as Seth had done to me and likewise, Tim had violently
done to him .Once satisfied that he was securely lodged, he pumped in slow,
gyrating motions. Placing his arms through my pits and securing my
shoulders with his hands, he leaned in to kiss me. By then, I was
physically and mentally ready to receive him.

Short, slow retractions followed by forward spikes, all in sync to his
rotating hips, suddenly had the most profound, spectacular feeling that
came over my body. The only way to describe it was... like a constant
internal orgasm. My legs straddled and clamped his upper thighs with feet
hooked to hold the position as leverage to meet his thrusts and assume an
active role. My cock grew hard, painfully mashed at an awkward angle that
he must have realized and lifted himself, causing it to spring and lay
prone. The feeling of it between our grinding bodies was intense, being
masturbated in the oddest way.

Like a well oiled machine, we increased pace in unison, lost in the rapture
and screaming out appreciations of the other. A steady kiss became
impossible and we settled on the biting of necks and ears.  I felt my
climax build and finally gush forth, trapped in its confines.

"I wanna taste you, Carl!" I whimpered in tears, "Please... let me have it
in my mouth?" I begged.

He crawled up my body and squatted over my chest, working the condom down
and off that plopped on my jugular. My cum was splattered from his belly to
his bush. He spread his hands firmly against the wall. My hands forced his
ass forward for my tongue to lift and direct him into my mouth. Leaning
forward, he pumped my tight mouth mercilessly, the only aggression he'd
shown and was short lived. The unmistakable, familiar bitter-sweet proof of
his final utopia excreted. Carl didn't even attempt to asphyxiate me by
rooting himself, only held a moderate depth and let me siphon the very last
ejaculate before he extracted and collapsed hunched over me, lips to mine.

Carl held me as he rolled off onto his back. Breathing hard he continued to
hold me, my head tucked under his arm with my cheek resting on his sweaty
chest. I didn't want it to be over, I wanted him to hold me like that until
morning when we could wake up refreshed and do it all over again. I was sad
when he sat up and announced that he had to go. Watching him dress, I was
envious of the one he was going home to.

Feeling a strange sense of modesty in front of the man who ravaged my soul,
I put the bed sheet around me and walked with him to the beach. The rain
had stopped but a welcomed coolness had resulted. Carl kissed me goodnight.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Erica and me will be leaving if the weather reports are correct. She
suffers from migraines and felt one coming on, so it will also depend on
that." he advised uncertain. Cupping my face in his hands, he said, "You
are a beautiful boy. You will find someone and make him very happy Be who
you are and hold your head up high. Do not live a lie, Trevor." He kissed
me and turned to walk down the beach. I stood there watching until he
disappeared into the darkness, knowing in my heart that I would never see
him again, but that he'd had a profound influence that would shape my life
from that day forward.

It wasn't difficult to figure out who's car they took shelter in. The
windows of Tim's Chevy were fogged up and a happy face had been drawn on
the passenger side one. I politely knocked and from somewhere within, a
voice told me to get in. The dome light illuminated the two naked teens,
their shorts draped over the headrests. Tim had his back to the door and
one leg resting on the seat, the other on the floor. Seth was just lifting
his upper body and judging by the glossy kielbasa pointing at Tim's
belly-button, was giving him head until I interrupted. They shuffled to
allow me a seat where Tim handed me a beer that I guzzled at least half of
which to quench my dry mouth and extreme thirst.

"So,... did the old man take his teeth out and give ya a gum-job?" Tim
asked facetiously, then went onto another tangent, "--I think God fucked up
when he gave women teeth. But when ya think 'bout it,... God must be a
woman, cuz if he was a guy he would have of given us the ability to bend
far enough to suck our own cocks!"

"You are so fucking dense, Tim!" Seth piped up, "If God was a woman, she
would have ensured we could suck our own cocks so women wouldn't have to!"

"Yeah, maybe yer right on that one. --Maybe that's why he invented you
fags, too!" the banter ended with a shot to his arm by Seth.

The attention focused on me again. Seth asked, "So do tell us about it... I
mean we peaked in the window and watched most of it, but how was gay sex
with an old man?"

"You guys peaked?... How fucking childish is that?" I scolded, "And he's
not old or... gay!"

"We had to make sure that the pedophile wasn't abusing you!" said Tim.

Pedophile. The term was so inappropriate. Technically correct, but a very
unfair label when the junior is consenting, if not wanton. It's my body, my
decision, who the fuck has the right to tell me who I could or couldn't
have sex with? I thought of my parents, they'd go nuts and have Carl put in
jail in a blink of the eye! Send me for therapy so some shrink could tell
me it wasn't my fault, I was a victim of a horrendous crime, when in fact,
non of that was true!

Seth giggled, "We didn't watch too long. When you guys moved to the bed we
couldn't see any more. Donkey dick, here,..." he fondled Tim, "got all
excited watching. --See my knees?" Sure as hell, he had grass stains on his
knees. "We listened for a bit until it started to pour rain, then we came
in here."

I wasn't angry or ashamed. A little flattered that the voyeur straight boy,
Tim, got excited by it all. He suggested we go inside the van and get
comfortable and after gathering more alcohol, taking a piss without a sword
fight because it was too chilly to dilly-dally outside.

Tim was the first one to crawl into the bed. What I wouldn't have given to
have a video camera when he leaped across the bed tossing the used condom
that his hand had inattentively come in contact with, crying out, "Fucking
gross, dude!... I could of got 'Swedish jism all over my hand!"

Seth had recovered the rubber and held it up gingerly between two fingers
staring at, "Not to worry, Timmy, cuz it appears to be empty!"

Both of them looked at me puzzled, I opened my mouth and pointed, "Yum-yum,
it went into the other sperm reciprocal!" resulting in them ganging up on
me for a play fight, stripping the sheet from my body.

Tim said, "Bet ya it tasted like Geritol, Viagra, or maybe Poligrip,...that
false teeth stuff!"

I reached over and squeezed his nuts, "Tastes better than your fucking
alcohol laced cum;... a person could get drunk blowing you!"

"You say'in I drink too much, Tammy?" he laughed. "You've heard of a
'boiler-maker,' I call my shooter a 'baby-maker!' Get it... shooter? Double
meaning?" driving Seth and me to groan at his stupid joke.

Just then Seth discovered the empty foil wrappers, "Fuck me, look at
this!... The guy came packing his own lube, too?" he asked with
sarcasm. "He must have been pretty damn sure he was going to get laid."

"His odds were two-to-one, go figure!" Tim jabbed at Seth and me, "And he
picked slut-boy over there to rock the cradle with."

"Fuck you, ass wipe!"

We got pretty stoned. Me and Seth shared Tim's meat for a while, our cocks
near his face that he actually held in each hand and rotated his head from
one to the other sucking just a few inches. I don't remember who came up
with the idea of a three-way fuck session, Stacked with Tim on Seth, Seth
on me. It was impossible for the two of them to get a steady rhythm and
Seth kept flopping out of me, who was taking the brunt of the weight. We
got quite a hoot over the clumsiness and tried it on our sides and that
didn't help much either, so we let Tim pound away while Seth stayed in
me. Once Tim was spent, Seth carried on inside me. It was enjoyable, but
sadly, Carl had spoiled me with his love making. I came, but it was via
Seth's hand, and not the orgasmic inner sanctum of that G-spot that Carl
knew how to stimulate so well.

The remainder of the weekend was a blast, The weather improved and we spent
much time on the beach tossing a football or Frisbee and swimming. The sex
was enjoyed frequently and equally. I tried to get Seth to fuck face to
face but he wouldn't here of it, apologizing, no offense, but that position
was gay and the buddy system was strict to the rule, no eye contact,
kissing, cuddling or whispering sweet nothings. Tim concurred. As foolish
as it seemed, I respected their wishes if it gave them a sense of guarded
masculinity. Surprising, I did let Tim do me and found his cock rather
agreeable, once again, the girth was thick and frightful to the naked eye
but after his bulbous head passed the pearly gates of hell, it was filling,
but smooth. Nor was he rough as Seth enjoyed the ride.

As expected, I didn't see Carl again. Tim found another girl and never
looked back on the weekend, if he did, he never mentioned it. Seth and me
got together many times for camp-outs that summer. The buddy system rules
were bent when we were alone. Light kissing and cuddles were ceded to, the
missionary position granted. However he was always aloof, refusing to let
himself go with the flow. I was in love with him and he knew it, Looking
back, I believe he was in love with me, as well, and that scared him. By
mid August he was clearly avoiding me.

Mike got over his shock that I was gay. Probably more happy that his best
friend Tim wasn't bisexual, Just crazy Timmy doing crazy things on a
whim. Mike kept on seeing Marnie, even when he caught her blowing another
guy from school in the teen's car one lunch hour the following school
year. Tim and me believe it was Tammy who tipped him off. She had her
sights on Mike soon after Tim broke off with her.

As for me? Any gay high school kid can tell you that it's a lonely
life. One full of self-loathing, not belonging and jerking off til your
cock is raw. II met one guy at a house party, I barely knew him from
school. We got drunk and he asked to sleep it off in my van with me. He was
cute, a year younger and I was horny for some cock to suck. He stripped
down to his boxer shorts and put his hand inside saying how horny he
was. With all the courage I could muster, I said something idiotic like,
"me too! I'm so fucking horny I could suck your cock!" Depending on his
reaction, I could simply laugh it off as a joke. He pulled down his shorts,
laid down on the bench and said, "go for it!"

He had the tiniest cut dick you'd ever want to see, I swear it was no
longer or thicker than my thumb, with the teeniest, marble sized balls! It
was as if he stopped sexual development at eleven years old. I felt sorry
for him, fifteen years old and hung like a hamster. Kind of Kewl was taking
all of his junk in my mouth with room to spare. Anyway, I got him off not
expecting much, a few pellets that had he not advised me he was cumming, I
wouldn't have noticed.

I have no idea why, but noodle-dick started telling people at school that
he passed out and woke up to find me giving him a blow-job. Word spread
quickly through the grapevine. Mike and Tim asked me if it was true and I
told them the whole story. Mike, being very popular with students of all
grades, reversed the story that it was the kid who came onto me. Nobody
ever doubted Mike's word and and his version was gospel. The kid was soon
the target of bullies and ridicule. I felt bad for him. Two days later, a
couple of guys jumped him from behind, bagged his head to keep their
identity secret, stripped him totally naked, shaved off his pubic hair and
tied him to a tree in front of the school. I would imagine that every time
he heard a dismissal bell from that day forward was a sad reminder of his
humility!

Quite the police investigation ensued, but mysteriously, no one saw a
thing. When I confronted Tim as to his possible, most likely involvement,
he only grinned, and said, "Who, me?"

I got a job after school stocking shelves at a retail grocery store. The
assistant manager, thirty-five year old Kyle, began a subtle flirt with me
and one day invited me to his place after work. Events happened swiftly and
I spent the night in his bed and many others thereafter. When I turned
eighteen I came out to my parents and moved in with Kyle. We have been
together ever since, the love of my life.

Older men are much better lovers. They are caring and selfless, and if you
are underage and closeted, you can be rest assured of one thing,
confidentiality; they don't kiss and tell and you'll appreciate it like
hell!

The End!

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