Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2000 20:29:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: My First Year with Kevin, Chapter 5

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read
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My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in
gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From
Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

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My First Year With Kevin

Chapter 5


	The next morning, Kevin and I woke up around nine.  The sun was
bright, and Kevin's blond body looked beautiful in the soft rays that came
through the curtains.
	"Good morning," I said.
	"Hi," he replied.
	Without another word, he kissed me passionately.  His tongue
entered my mouth immediately, and he sucked mine when I did the same to
him.  We both woke up hard, and Kevin made me even harder by sliding down
my chest, licking and sucking nipples.
	"I want you to fuck me," I said.  "And I want you to piss in me
like I did in you yesterday."
	Without a response, he gently turned me onto my stomach and
positioned himself between my legs behind me.  He dropped down and started
licking my ass.  At first he only toyed with my crack, but, in a few
minutes, he was tonguing my asshole, making me shiver with pleasure.
	"I'm ready," I said.
	He positioned the head of his cock at my hole and pushed gently
into me.  Neither of us did anything to my cock.  After ten minutes of slow
pumping, though, I blasted a heavy load of cum all over the sheet.  Kevin
came just seconds behind me.
	"You still want my piss," he asked, after we had both settled down.
	"Yeah.  I want to see what it feels like."
	He started in a small dribble at first.  Then I could feel the
intense stream of a young racehorse pouring into me.  It reminded me of an
enema I had had a year or so before, and, in no time at all, I felt an
enormous urge to shit.  Kevin finished urinating, and I told him I had to
get to the bathroom, fast.
	"Let's see if we can get out of bed and into the bathroom without
my pulling out," he said.  "My dick will serve as a kind of plug to keep
all the stuff inside you."
	Cautiously, but less awkwardly than I thought it would be, we
slipped off the edge of the bed.  He wrapped his arms tightly around my
stomach and held me to him closely.  We inched our way to the bathroom.
Kevin sat down on the toilet with me still impaled on his cock.
	"I'll pull out and stand up behind you.  You try not to miss the
bowl," he said.
	That maneuver was a lot more awkward than getting out of bed had
been, but we were ultimately successful.  I sat on the toilet seat quickly,
and piss and shit and cum flowed out of me.
	Kevin moved around in front of me and sat on my lap.  My cock was
still hard and still loaded with piss.  He positioned himself over it and
sat down.  My cock slipped easily into him, and he pumped up and down until
I came a second time.  He came again, too, splashing cum onto my chest.
	"You still gotta piss, don't you?"
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Well, let loose."
	It took me a few minutes to allow my stream to release into him,
but, finally, I emptied my bladder into his ass.  He slid off my cock and
sat on the toilet facing me.  It was an extremely tight fit, but he was
able to release the contents of his intestines into the toilet without
spilling any on the floor.  He hugged me tight and then kissed me deeply.
	"Oh, that was good.  Did you like it?"
	I thought for a moment.  The experience was certainly unusual, and
there had been a real eroticism about the whole thing that was unlike
anything else we had ever done.
	"Yeah," I said.  "I did."  He kissed me again, and then we took a
shower.  Kevin shaved but didn't offer to shave me.  I decided to try his
method of shaving in the shower, and I was able to do it with minimal
discomfort.
	We got coffee in the kitchen and warmed up a couple of the sausage
biscuits that had been left over from the day before.  We took our
breakfast to the patio.  Dave was already out there, reading the newspaper.
There were two copies of the New Orleans paper and one of the New York
Times.
	"Where'd these come from," Kevin asked.
	"I went into town and bought them," Dave said.  "But don't worry, I
didn't wear any clothes."  We all laughed, but we didn't pursue how he
managed that.
	Gradually, the others drifted out onto the patio.  Jeff had ended
up spending the night with Brian, and it appeared that they were getting
along quite well.  By 10:30, the entire group had assembled, and we started
talking about what we wanted to do that day.  Jeff asked if any of us had
ever been to the gay nudist campground that was nearby.
	"I have," Brian offered.
	"What's it like," Dave wanted to know.
	"Well, it's kind of a picnic area where naked guys hang out.  I
mean, they have a pretty nice main pavilion with a DJ and dancing, there's
swimming, volleyball, softball--all kinds of stuff.  Sunday is the big day
for the place, and guys from New Orleans and all around show up there.  It
was pretty much fun the time I went."
	"Are y'all interested in doing that today," Kevin asked.
	We chewed around the idea for a while, and we finally decided we
were.  We got busy making lunch and gathering up the things we might need.
We all got dressed, albeit minimally, to go to the nudist camp, which I
thought a bit ironic, and took off.
	It cost us sixty bucks to get in, but Kevin paid for everybody.  We
found a place to set up our headquarters and promptly got down to bare
skin.  We kept our shoes on, though, and we noticed most of the other guys
did, too.  The population of the camp was all male, as we had expected, and
the guys ranged in age from men in their sixties and seventies to guys our
ages.  As it was, we ran an eight-year span from Brian at twenty-six to
Kevin and me at eighteen.  Surprisingly, nobody asked to see ID or
anything.  A lot of the younger guys looked trim and fit, but some of the
older men had really unattractive physiques.
	"What's the sex situation like around here," Kevin asked Brian.
	"What the hell do you think?  You get a couple hundred naked gay
guys in a relatively small area, and things are bound to happen."
	"Well, I've got an idea.  We each set a goal of having sex with at
least two guys--one older and one younger, or at least the same age.  The
first guy to do that wins."  Kevin's eyes were bright with excitement when
he said that.
	"How do we verify that," Jeff asked.
	Kevin thought for a minute but couldn't come up with anything.
	"I know," Dave said, "we can each get the guys to sign a statement
saying they had had sex with us."
	We all laughed.
	"You don't think that would work," Dave asked, rather naively.
	"Why don't we just use the honor system," Kevin asked.
	We discussed the pros and cons of that, but we finally agreed that
if we couldn't trust one another to tell the truth, we'd break up sex camp
and go home.  Nobody wanted that to happen, so we settled on the honor
system as our means of verification.  We'd report back for a preliminary
check-in at five o'clock.  Until then, we'd be on our own.
	Kevin and I decided to eat something before setting off.  We made a
plate of fried chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits we'd picked up on the way.
	"What are you gonna do," I asked him.
	"I'd like to see if there's a volleyball game I could get in.  I
love that game, and I haven't played in a while.  You?"
	"I'll hang with you, if that's okay."
	"Sure, Babe.  Who knows, we might meet up with another horny couple
looking for two gorgeous guys like us."  He grinned at me and wiped a speck
from my chin.
	After we had eaten, we each grabbed a cold beer, and Kevin put his
pouch over his shoulder and his baseball cap on his head.  He looked the
quintessence of masculinity, and I was proud to walk around with him.
	"I wonder if we'd attract more attention if we had hard-ons," Kevin
asked.
	I wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but the thought of walking
around naked was bad enough, much less walking around hard.
	"You're kidding, right," I asked.
	"Yeah, Matt, I am."  He kissed me quickly and then ran ahead a
little.  I ran to catch up.
	"Well, hell, I didn't know," I said.  He tousled my hair like I was
a little boy and grinned at me.
	"You're so fucking cute," he said.  "I love that."
	There were a few other campsites around, and most of them were
unattended.  We stopped at one, though, where a couple of guys in their
mid-thirties were sunbathing.
	"Hi," Kevin said as we walked up.  Both guys looked up when they
heard him.
	"Well, hello," one fellow said.
	"This is the first time we've been here, and we heard there was a
volleyball game somewhere.  Do you guys know where it is?"
	Both men sat up when Kevin asked that.
	"I've heard the same thing, but the games don't start for another
hour or so.  Why don't you guys join us for a beer?"  Both men were looking
us over pretty carefully, and it was pretty obvious they had something
other than volleyball or sunbathing on their minds.
	"I'm Sam," the first one said, "and this is Tim."
	"Hi, I'm Kevin."
	"And I'm Matt."
	"Well, what do you say to a beer?  We've got some cold ones," Tim
asked.
	"Sure," Kevin said.  The fact that we had beers in our hands didn't
seem to enter into the equation.  "Mine's hot and flat, anyway."
	Sam got four beers and invited us to sit in a lawn chairs.  There
were four chairs, so maybe there were other guys with them.
	We made idle chit-chat for a few minutes, then Sam said, "Forgive
me for being forward, but that's the most beautiful cock I think I've ever
seen."  His remark was addressed to Kevin.
	"Thanks, dude.  Yours ain't bad, either," Kevin said.  Sam's dick
was well on its way to becoming fully hard.  He was circumcised, and it
appeared it would probably be in the six-inch-plus range.
	"You want to take a walk," Sam asked.  "Maybe we can find that
volleyball game."
	"Sure," Kevin said.  He had given me a pack of cigarettes and
lighter out of his pouch, so I figured that meant I was on my own to see
what would happen with Tim.
	Once they were gone, Tim asked me if I wouldn't be more comfortable
lying on the air mattress he had been lying on.  I figured that was his
come-on, so I moved over to it with him.  Once down on the mattress, he
turned on his stomach and looked at me.  Without saying a word, he put his
hand on my chest and started rubbing it.  He looked at my dick to see if it
was responding, and, when he saw that it was, he started working my chest
with his mouth.  He sucked my right nipple until it was hard, and that
really turned me on.  Then he reached down for my cock with his hand and
stroked it a little.  I started rubbing his ass, and, before long, we were
kissing.  When we were both hard and leaking precum, he whispered, "What
would you like?"
	"How about a blowjob," I asked.
	Without answering, Tim moved down to my cock.  He positioned me on
my side, and his cock was in the area of my face.  Evidently, he wanted
sixty-nine, so I obliged.  Neither of us lasted very long, and my orgasm
was strong, but not remarkable.
	After we rested, I smoked a cigarette, and he got us fresh beers.
We sat up in the lawn chairs like nothing had happened, and chatted.  He
wanted to know all about me, so I launched into my story about moving from
California.  He asked polite questions, but I could tell he wasn't terribly
interested in what I was saying.  In a little while, Sam and Kevin rejoined
us.  It was obvious they had been doing something very much like what Tim
and I had been engaged in.  They joined us for beers.  When we had finished
drinking them, Kevin said,
	"Well, let's go see if we can find that game, Matt."
	We thanked the guys for their hospitality and took off.
	I told Kevin what had happened between Tim and me when he asked me,
and he told me he had fucked Sam standing up holding onto a pine tree.
	"That was kind of a weird experience, wasn't it," Kevin asked.
	"Yeah.  Did you enjoy it?"
	"He wasn't a bad fuck, but I didn't really try very hard to please
him.  I felt kind of bad about that, but what the hell?  He's nothing to
me."
	We found the volleyball court, and Kevin got into a game.  I sat on
the side with a few other guys and watched.  Kevin was really good, as I
expected he would be, and every time he jumped, his cock slapped into his
abdomen.  The other spectators loved him and cheered for him.  His side
ended up winning.
	There was a kid on the other side that kept his eyes on Kevin
during the whole game.  Kevin took advantage of that and scored several
points because of the guy's inattention to the game.  After the game, he
crossed the net and shook Kevin's hand.  They chatted for a minute, and
then he called me over.
	"Matt, this is Steve Albritton.  He goes to Newton, and he'll be a
senior, too.  Steve, this is Matt Smythe."  We shook hands.
	Steve invited us back to his camp for a beer and something to eat.
We accepted.  Once there, we discovered that Steve was with a guy in his
mid- to late-forties.  He introduced us to him as school friends.  The
older guy was, allegedly, Steve's next-door neighbor.  We chatted a while,
and it turned out that the neighbor had spent most of his life in San
Diego.  While he and I talked about California, Steve and Kevin slipped
away into the woods.  They were gone quite a while, and I knew Kevin was in
the process of winning his own contest.  When they came back, Steve's cock
was half-hard, and it was obvious he had come.
	We didn't hang around there long.
	"I guess you won the contest," I said to Kevin.
	"Yeah, I guess so.  You never can tell, though."
	"Tell me about that guy Steve," I said.
	"He's a pretty nice guy," Kevin said.  "He's on the Newton football
team, so I've kinda known him a while.  He wanted to play with my cock, and
then he wanted me to fuck him.  So I did."
	"I was surprised the older guy didn't say anything when you two
came back.  It was pretty obvious Steve had come."
	"That guy is his next-door neighbor, like he said, but they've been
fucking each other for over a year.  Steve told me that."
	"That's kind of sick, isn't it," I asked, to see how Kevin would
react.
	"I don't make judgments about people and what they do," he said.
And then, "I wanted you to know you wouldn't be the only gay guy in your
class at Newton.  Steve said he knows of at least eight other guys who are
gay."
	In some ways that came as good news, but I certainly had no
intention of making my sexual preference known publicly at school.  I
figured I'd probably be able to pick out the gay people there, anyway, but
I didn't want to be put into some stupid little category that limited me.
	Kevin and I roamed around the park for a while.  We went down to
the river and found ten or fifteen guys swimming and playing in the water.
There was a rope tied to a high tree branch, and guys would swing out on it
and release into the water.  Kevin did it gracefully, but, when I tried it,
I spread my legs and did an ass-flop into the river.  After we swam for a
while, we started walking again.  I took Kevin's hand.  I was afraid he'd
make me turn him loose, but he didn't.  I got bolder and put my arm around
his waist.  We passed other guys, some alone, some in pairs and threesomes,
and we'd smile and say hi.  Almost everyone stared at Kevin, and one guy
even complimented his looks.
	It wasn't until we were in the woods away from everybody else that
I got bold enough to kiss him.  I turned him toward me, and our penises
rubbed against one another.  I started getting hard, and, in a minute,
Kevin did, too.
	"I love it when you make me hard," he said.
	I took his cock into my hand.  It was only about half hard at that
point, but I was already raging.  I slipped his foreskin over the head of
my cock and started jerking us off.
	"Ohhhhhh, Babe," he said.  "That feels so fucking good.  I love
doing this with you."  He got fully hard in a minute or two, and we stood
there, docked to one another, for any passing stranger to see.  I fiddled
with his nipple ring, and he moaned deeply with pleasure.  "God, you make
me hot," he said, hoarsely.  I continued stroking us through Kevin's skin,
and, of course, the inevitable happened.  We came at almost the same
instant, and our cum created a little balloon inside Kevin.  We hugged long
and hard after we climaxed, and we both had cum all over our legs and
stomachs.
	"I wish we had something to clean up with," I said.
	"Not me.  I want everybody to know that we love each other and love
sharing our cum."
	Just then two older gentlemen--in their fifties, probably-came down
the path we were on.  They said hello, and we responded.  They looked at
one another and smiled, possibly remembering their own youthful lust.
Kevin was still close to fully hard, but he didn't seem to mind their
seeing his erection.
	"You boys look like you've been having a good time," one of them
said.
	"Yes, sir," Kevin replied.  He gave them his to-die-for grin, and
they both laughed heartily and moved on.
	The rest of the day was just like any picnic, except that everyone
was naked.  Kevin won the sex prize, of course, which turned out to be
nothing at all.  We ate our fill of the food we had brought, and that night
we stayed for part of a concert by a local band that wasn't really very
good.  Kevin and I made love again that night and slept in one another's
arms.

	The rest of the week of sex camp was filled with a lot of sex, of
course, but we did our share of other camp activities, as well.  Larry and
Brian took a lot of pictures and made a terrific web site with them.  Brian
and Jeff got along extremely well, and, by the time we left, they had plans
for Jeff to move into Brian's house.  Dave and Larry perfected the cum-less
orgasm, and I made a little progress on it myself.  Dave and Kevin
continued their endless put-downs and friendly rivalry, and they succeeded
in teaching me how to fish.  All things considered, it was a wonderful
week.