Date: Mon, 01 May 2000 21:51:17 BST
From: * * <darkaether@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Awakenings (part 2)

Well, here's the continuation of the Cory and Scott tales!  Hope you enjoy.

YOUNG AWAKENINGS - CHAPTER 2

Our first time with each other, we only sucked each off some more.  No more
fingering, just kisses and the taste of cum!

The next week was one of bliss.  We had to act normal in front of the other
kids, and in front of our families, but when we were alone we'd sit for
long minutes just staring at each other, loving the fact that we could be
together, feeling this way, feeling welcome and needed and loved!  Then
we'd go down on each other before doing homework or playing or surfing the
net.

Each day we tried to give each other head at least once, but of course
things came up which prevented us on two occasions from going at it.
However, the very next day we'd make up for it with two generous helpings
of each other's juice.  On one of those days I tackled Eric in the showers
after gym class, and despite the danger, we sucked each other dry.  We were
almost caught, when several classmates returning for belongings.  Since it
was the end of the day, we got away with it by jumping into the showers,
quickly snapping them on and pretending to take a shower.  We kept our
backs to the others so that they never saw our hardons, and talking
energetically about which rock bands ruled and which sucked, with reasons
and curses to go with each.  Then, after the others had left, we finished
our oral pleasures.

The Friday of that week, when I got home from school, my dad had his
backpack outside by the car and the fishing rods strapped to the roof rack.
My mom was finishing making some sandwiches.

"Where you off to, dad?" I asked.

"Camping. Go pack some stuff, you're coming too!"

Damn!  I didn't want to go.  That would mean an entire weekend away from
Scott.  "Ah, dad!" I moaned.

"No "Ah, dads!", Cory.  Go pack some stuff."  And there you had it.  With
that all too familiar "Don't fight me on this!" look in his eyes, my dad
had ruined my weekend.

Grumpily I stormed into my room, finding several things already lying in
wait for me.  My costume, towel, toothbrush, some change of underwear, the
usual stuff.  Packing finished I resigned myself to a boring trip and sat
myself down in the back seat, looking miserable.  My dad finished packing
and with a wave to my mom we drove off.

The car stopped, and I heard my dad laughing.  I raised my head and glared
at him, and through the front windscreen saw Scott and his dad waiting by
their car, bags ready to go, Scott wearing the same frown I was.  He hadn't
seen us yet.  My dad pulled away from the stop sign and coasted over to
them.  Scott looked up and we locked astonished gazes through the window!
My dad jumped out and shook hands with Scott's father, then helped him stow
their gear as Scott scampered in alongside me.

I couldn't believe this!  I kept thanking everything and everyone for this
trip.  When our dads got into the car we both threw our arms around their
necks, trying to strangle them, but, of course, coming nowhere close.

"Dad, you shoulda told me," I whined.

"Yeah," Scott added.

All our dads did was laugh, and then we were off.

The three hour tripped flew by quickly.  Well, it did for us.  I don't
think our dad's had thought of the consequences of their actions by
bringing us both along!  It seemed they were hitting it off great, they
came across so many area of interest both had in common.

The site my dad had chosen was one we had come to before, quiet, isolated
from any other possible campers, right near the lake.  We set about setting
up camp, but of course we got in the way and were waved off and sent to
find firewood.  Traipsing through the woods, gathering bundles of fuel for
the fire, our attentions turned to matters more erotic.

Soon we were tumbling in the bushes, kissing and stroking each other
through our jeans and shirts, sliding our hands down into each other's
pants and grabbing hold of the toys growing within.  We didn't do anything
except jack each other off a bit, and of course more kisses.  Then we
gathered up the scattered firewood and jogged back to camp, laughing and
giggling like crazy.

One look at our disheveled clothes and hair set our father's to shaking
their heads, but they never said a word.  The phrase "kids!" definately
spinning through their heads.  That night we feasted on grilled steaks and
roasted potatoes. The next night we would have to catch our dinner!  Not
that fishing was the main thing on our minds!  Not even the second, or the
third or fourth or, hell, I think the only thing on our minds that night
was each other, naked, hard and hot for sex.  I wanted to go all the way
with Scott this weekend.  Full hardcore anal sex.  My cock was hard the
whole meal through and I had to sit at an angle in case anyone saw.  Scott
did, or at least realized my discomfort, and kept humming to himself, eyes
full of mischief.  He kept tossing comments my way about if I was
comfortable sitting so close to the fire.  I glared at him through supper,
but when it was over I was still hard, and Scott had stood up and was
stretching, throwing knowing glances at me, letting his shirt rise up and
reveal his stomach, the fire casting dancing shadows against his chest.  My
penis throbbed at the sight.

Bastard!  A log cracked in the fire and our dad's attention was diverted to
it.  Immediately I leapt up and sprang at Scott, bowling him over.  We were
laughing as we rolled around, and he took advantage of the darkness to
slide a hand down my jeans.

Two tents had been set up, and Scott and I had already laid claim to one of
them.  We were rather tired after the trip, so we decided to call it an
early night, after sitting staring at the flickering flames, the stars
sparkling above through the trees.  Our dad's continued talking, even after
we slid into our sleeping bags, the zipper side towards each other and
open, to allow free passage of hands or heads or bodies throbbing with
teenage heat and quivering cocks!

We jerked each other off under the sleeping bags that night, not risking
anything more.  Our hands caressed the other's slick shaft into a frenzy,
our breathing growing heavier as we neared orgasm.  I spurted first, jets
of semen spitting out over Scott's hand and wrist and arm.  He brought this
to his lips and licked himself clean of my juice, even as I continued
massaging his manhood.  I felt Scott tense and aimed his throbbing shaft at
my face, sliding down a little further in my sleeping bag.  Staring
straight down the barrel of his head I opened my mouth as he shot his load,
a long stream of cum streaming across the short distance to splatter over
my face, though most did enter my mouth.  When he had ceased cumming, I lay
back and wiped the cum off my face, licking it off my fingers.  When I was
clean, having used a hanky to wipe any last traces off, I reached out to
switch off the electric lantern, placed so that our silhouettes were not
seen within the tent, and said, in a whisper:"Tomorrow I would like to go
further.  I...want to..."

"Yeah, go on!"

"I want to fuck you...and be fucked by you!"

Scott smiled broadly and nodded, and I cut the light and we settled down to
sleep.

The next morning we both awoke with the front of our underpants soaked with
cum.  Scattered and blurred images of the wet dream I had had scudded
around my head, and I knew Scott had been in there.  Our dads were still
asleep, so we both got up, gathered some clothes together and quietly
hurried to the lake. Rays of sunlight danced through the treetops, the sky
cloudless and blue.  The day was going to be a beautiful one!

At the water's edge we plunged right in.  The water was at first a little
cold, but still great.  We slid off our briefs and rubbed ourselves clean
of spunk, then turned our attention to the underclothes and rubbed those as
well in the water, cleaning most of the seed off them.  Then we wrung most
of the water from them and hid them under our towels.

We swam about for a few minutes before I started to get hard watching
Scott's nude body slide deftly through the water, skin glistening wet.  He
has so damn sexy swimming around bare-assed!  He saw me watching him
intently and swam over.

"Hey, whatcha looking at?"

"Just this real sexy naked guy."

"You're also looking really cute, lover!"

I smiled and kissed him, deeply, grinding my hard cock against his
limpness, which quickly sprung into life, spurring me on to more pelvic
thrusts.  We swam over to the shore and scampered onto land, tumbling on
top of one another onto the ground, still kissing and touching.

"On your stomach, boy!" I growled teasingly, and Scott quickly complied,
going on all fours like a dog.  My god by he was so gorgeous in that
position.  I could only stare at his ass, his smooth legs, his smooth back,
the balls dangling between his legs.  I mounted him, sliding my cock along
the cleft of his ass, humping him, using his cheeks to stimulate me.  As I
humped I began moaning, softly and then a little louder.  There was this
feeling of absolute lust surging from my groin and I pulled back and parted
his ass, pressing my moist penis tip against his rosy sphincter.  It
opened, beckoning me to enter, but I paused and licked on my fingers,
covering them with spittle, lots of it, then used this to grease his hole.
That done I slid my 5 inches of flesh into him, slowly, to let him get used
to me in there.  Me moaned but never complained, and I pressed harder.  It
felt strange, but hot, exciting!  I was really getting off on this.  I got
myself half the way in before Scott cried out for me to stop.

I felt bad then, for hurting him, for thinking only of my lust.  But Scott
said to start fucking him, calling me his rutting stallion, so I complied,
thrusting my pelvis forward and back, my cock sliding in and out of his
beautiful ass, my hands on his hips.  I increased tempo, moaning with
exquisite pleasure.  All there was this beautiful young ass and my cock up
it.  Sex and lust and more sex were all I cared about. I ass fucked him
like that for about five minutes before the situation got so intense I had
no way to stop myself filling his bunghole with my love juice.  Wads of
sticky sperm shot up his ass, and as I spilled my seed I continued fucking,
until my dick was limp and it slid out.  I watched through eyes half closed
from the ecstasy of it all as a thin trail of cum oozed out of his ass and
slide down his cleft, to drop in globules onto the ground.  Bending close I
lapped this up, my warm tongue on his ass flesh setting Scott to quivering
like mad.

He fell onto his back and looked up at me with these eyes filled with
pleasure and so much love.  I lay against him and just breathed in his
scent.  I cannot explain my emotions, just that we were the only two things
in existence.

After five or ten minutes I sat up and straddled him, his hardness under my
ass.  I lifted myself off him, allowing him to set his cock up so that I
could sit down on it and let him fuck me that way.

"Sit on my face," he said.

I moved up his body and rested my ass over his face, whereupon he proceeded
to lick my ass, rimming me.  My body jerked as warm flames of passion swept
over me.  I moaned loudly as he slobbered on me to grease my ass, then told
me to move back down.  As I did so he raised himself off the ground
slightly, slid one hand down to his ass and pulled it back with some of my
cum on his fingers.  This he applied to his shaft and head, reaching back
for some more to finish the job.  Then he signaled that he was ready and I
settled slowly down onto his member.

I shut my eyes when his cock entered me, so in rapture I was at feeling
this.  Though it felt strange, awkward, I found I had a raging stiffy again
as he slide half of his 5 ½ inch cock into me.  Bringing my ass up and
down to stimulate him served to stimulate me as well, my cock twitching at
the sheer pleasure I was feeling.  Scott began humping as well, adding to
the fucking sensation, and soon I was riding him quite fast, both of us
moaning in heat.  I saw in Scott's eyes that he was going to cum soon and
decided to make it the best fuck he would ever have, so I increased my
tempo till it was verging on pain the way his cock rammed up into my ass.
Scott's grunts became more animal, and more loud, but we cared little who
heard us.  This was just the two of us, two guys in love, in heat, sharing
a moment that was meant just for us, a moment we would never forget, and
would never match again.

I felt his warm cum inside me, the pulse of his muscle as he spent his load
inside me.  Again and again he came, and I wondered how much sperm he had
in him.  After about ten seconds of cumming he grew steadily limper and
began sliding out me, that in itself enough to set me off.  I spunked over
Scott's face and hair, the sticky white seed sliding over his cheeks and
nose, and dangling between two locks of hair over his temple.

I buried my face in his hair and lapped up my semen, not swallowing it,
keeping it in my mouth as I licked his face clean.  Then I kissed him full
on the mouth and our tongues met, and I passed over some of my sperm over
to him.  We continued to kiss, our tongues dancing, sticky and warm, until
we withdrew and swallowed.

We smiled broadly at each other, the smiles full of love, full of caring.
Again we just lay there, me on top of him, the sunlight warm and
comforting.  I buried my nose into his hair and drank in the wet smell of
it.

"We'd better be getting back, Cory."

"Yeah, suppose."

Getting up was hard, like trying to get up for school on a cold day, the
sheets so snug and warm, luring you back to sleep.  But we managed to will
ourselves to getting up and leaping into the lake.  After we cleaned up we
swam back to our towels and clothes.  Scott snatched up my stuff and ran
off, and I chased him, into the trees, laughing at his little stunt, and
hoping to get my stuff before we were seeing cavorting naked among the
trees.  I suppose I should have gone back to the tent to get my other
clothes, but hey, we were naked and this was fun, so I didn't think of it.

He stopped after only a few moments, our sexual exertions had tired us out
a little.  Not surprising, after the physical and emotional effort we put
into our coupling, to make it extra special.  We dried off and got dressed
in our shorts, slinging our towels and shirts (which hid our soiled
underpants) over our shoulders.

"Hey, kids, where are you?" Scott's dad's voice boomed out.  There was no
concern in the voice, just a father curious about where his kid was.

As we jogged back Scott suddenly pushed me against a tree and kissed me.
Then he said:"Cory, I love you so much.  I want us to be boyfriends
forever!  Please say yes!"

"Oh yes, Scott.  A thousand times yes."

Then we exploded through some bushes and trees and were back at the camp,
my dad taking snapshots of the wilderness in the morning light with his
camera.

He regarded us sternly and said:"You're in for it now, boys!"

Our hearts almost stopped.  Oh shit!  Were we found out?

"Looks like they don't want breakfast, Bill," my dad said.  "I don't see
any firewood in their hands, do you?"

Snapping to attention we gave our best salute and scampered off to find
some!


THE END (Of this chapter, at least)