Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 15:12:08 -0700
From: Mid Isle <mid_isle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys of Summer 3

(Although based on true events, the following characters are fictional. If
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Chapter 8

    Now, twenty minutes is not a long time to many creatures. But for
certain insects, I understand, twenty minutes can be a lifetime.
    The same can be said of teenage boys waiting to taste an older boy's
cum.
    Scott retrieved the second video, and Kevin's secret tape. We all sat
around waiting, when after an eternity, the doorbell rang. Scott immediately
jumped up and let Bobby in. Bobby had changed out of his uniform, and into
khaki shorts and a t-shirt.
    "Hey guys." Bobby sat down beside me on the couch. "What're we
watchin'?"
    "Lethal Weapon 2." I replied, surreptiously glancing at the area of
fabric concealing his package. Scott hit play, and we enjoyed the film.
During the scene where Mel Gibson is doing the blond chick, I noticed Bobby
carefully, subtlely rubbing himself through his pants.
    Lucky hand.
    After the film ended, Bobby stood up, stretched. "So, what's next?"
    Scott smiled at him. "A special treat." He loaded Kevin's tape into the
VCR and set it running.
    Bobby gaped at the teenaged boys fucking each other's assholes. He
whipped around to look at Scott, who was still smiling. "What the..."
    "Remember last week?" Scott walked over to him. "I just wanted to thank
you for letting me help you."
    Bobby mulled this over for a moment. "So...you want what, exactly?"
    I walked over. "Oh, I think you know what we want."
    A smile crossed Bobby's face. "I think I might. I also think I want the
four of you undressed. Now." We complied hurriedly. As we undressed, Bobby
began to as well, gifting us with the sight of his nine(!) inch tool. I
immediately dropped to my knees at the sight of it. My tongue snaked out and
ran down its length, head to balls, in one quick motion. Scott kneeled
beside me, and began to copy my motions. Bobby's head was thrown back,
moaning. Toby and Ricky kneeled behind Bobby and began to give him a double
rimjob.
    "F-fuck." Bobby groaned. "Stop. I'm gonna blow my load."
    "That's the point." Scott looked up at him, Bobby's balls in his mouth.
    "Not when I'm not ready to, it isn't." H pushed us away from him. "Now
stand up."
    We did so grudgingly. He then moved over to me and kissed me deeply, his
tongue reaching nearly to my tonsils. He then broke and moved to Toby,
repeating the process. I felt Scott's hand on my ass, caressing it gently.
His finger moved between my cheeks, lightly massaging my hole. Bobby was now
kissing Ricky, then moved to Scott. After they had finished, he moved us
into a  line. He bent down, and began tasting our boy cocks, our balls, our
cunts. One at a time, Scott, myself, Toby, Ricky. Finally he stood up and
gripped his pecker.
    "So who wants it first?"

Chapter 9
    "Fuck me." I said. Bobby moved to me, and kissed me again. He moved me
over to an easy chair, and put my left foot on the seat. Scott tossed him
the lube, and he began to oil my hole. When he placed his huge, uncut pole
inside me, I was amazed that it fit. I secretly wondered if the taste of cum
in my mouth was from earlier, or if I was tasting it from the end of Bobby's
cock.
    Toby moved underneath my cock, and began to blow me as Bobby fucked me.
This was intense. Bobby began to moan loudly, and as I craned my neck
around, I saw Scott feeding his cock into Bobby. Ricky stood on the chair,
his little cock in my face. I moved him a little closer, and savored the
taste of youth. Eventually, Bobby pulled out of me.
    "Your turn, Toby." he whispered. We rearranged ourselves, so it was
Bobby fucking Toby, Ricky blowing Toby, Toby blowing Scott, which left
Bobby's gorgeous ass for myself. I waited until Bobby had gotten his cock as
far as he could up Toby (only about halfway, he WAS four years older than
Toby, after all.) Before I entered Bobby's pussy.
    He was looser than Scott, at the time I attributed it to his age. Later,
I discovered that as an active bisexual, his girlfriend regularily used a
strap-on on him. (But that's a story for a different time.) I used the
largeness of his hole to my advantage, grinding my cock deeply inside him.
My actions, combined with the tightness of Toby's hole, caused him to groan
far more loudly than he had previously, I noted with pleasure. Eventually,
we switched again, this time Ricky was fucked, I blew Ricky, who blew Scott,
and Toby fucked Bobby as best he could. This time, Bobby began to go over
the edge.
    "Uhhhhhhhh..." he moaned. "You four little sluts get in front of me." He
pulled out of Ricky as we fell to our knees before him, awaiting his
offering. He screamed, and managed to land part of his load in each of our
mouths. We stood up, and shared his gift with each other, making sure that
Bobby also got to savor the fruits (no pun intended) of his labour. He then
dropped down and blew each of us, bringing us each off in turn. Despite
having spent so much already, we managed to reward to reward him with a few
drops of boy juice in return.
    Afterwards, he dressed. He kissed each of us deeply once more, and left
his phone number with Scott before he left, saying "Give me a call tomorrow
afternoon. I have some friends who'd love to meet and meat you." We made a
point of memorizing the number.

Chapter 10

    At this point it was nearly midnight. Scott's mom and Kevin wern't
actually due back until Monday, so we still had an entire day to ourselves
tomorrow. Ricky and Toby resolved to go to bed, feeling especially tired
afte the day's events. We shared a group kiss, before the two boys crawled
into Ricky's bed, holding each other.
    Scott and I sat on the couch, gently stroking each other's sweat and cum
streaked bodies. "Let's have a bath." I suggested, and he readily agreed.
Scott's father had collected life insurance policies like old ladies collect
coupons, so when he had been killed in a logging accident, Scott, Ricky, and
their mom were left with a sizeable inheritance, allowing them to buy a
large house with two bathrooms. The upstairs bathroom was equipped with an
upright shower, while the downstairs had a bathtub large enough for two. We
ran the water into the tub, added a little bubble bath (I don't care what
gender or age you are, NOTHING is as relaxing as a bubble bath.), and slid
in. We began to kiss and fondle each other, but resolved not to bring each
other off, wanting to hold out until tomorrow and Bobby and Bobby's friends.
The water caressed our young bodies, relaxing nearly every muscle we had put
to hard work today.
    As we lay there, Scott asked. "Are we queer?"
    "Well, I still like tits." I replied. "You told Ricky earlier that you
still liked girls. I suppose we're bisexual."
    "Yeah." He snuggled against me. "I guess so. Can you live with that?"
    "Well, we don't exactly live in the most accepting town on earth. If it
became public knowledge, we'd probably end up in the hospital."
    "Good old double standard." He snorted. "If a chick is openly bi, she
immediately becomes popular. A guy says he's bi, and gets his arm broke by
the football team." he kissed my chest. "I suppose we'll have to get used to
the sight of the back of the closet door."
    "We could always hang a poster on it." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes.
"I can live with it. I have no problem hiding. You?"
    "Let see keep a secret, or suffer injury." he picked up a bar of soap
and began to lather my chest. "I'm gonna have to take secret for $500 Alex."
he sighed. "I'm okay with that." I took the soap from him and reciprocated.
    "What'd you want to do tomorrow before Bobby and his friends show up?"
    Scott turned around so I could soap his back. "Well, we could go
swimming. We'll have to get more oil, too." The bottle lay empty and
discarded on the living room floor. "And the movies have to go back."
    I handed him the soap and turned around for him to lather my back.
"Well, how about this. We go swimming first thing. Just you and me. Say at
sunrise."
    Scott's hand reached my ass. I moved so he could clean it more
effectively. "Yeah. I like being with Ricky and Toby, and all. And having
Bobby and his pals sounds like fun, but, y'know? We're each other's first,
so I guess that makes us boyfriends. So we'll get some us time in."
    "My thoughts exactly." I turned around and began to shampoo Scott's
hair. "So, we'll go swimming by ourselves. On the way back, we'll drop off
the movies and pick up some supplies." Scott leaned back, and rinsed his
hair off. When he'd rinsed it sufficiently, he began shampooing my hair.
"Sound like a plan?"
    He gave me a gorgeous smile. "Yeah. We'll get back, take care of our,
well, 'five 'o clock shadow', " he gently touched where he had shaved
earlier, "Wake Ricky and Toby, get them cleaned up, and wait to call Bobby."
he took his hands away from my head. "Rinse off."
    I leaned back, got the soap out of my hair, and sat up again. "We'll
leave a note for 'em before we leave. In case they're up before we get
back."
    "But, we won't tell them where on the river we're going." He stood up
and climbed out of the tub. "So we can have our private time." I climbed out
after him, and we gently toweled down each other. Suddenly he looked into my
eyes.
    "Ron..." he began. looking unsure. "I asked earlier if you thought we
were queer, becauase..." he swallowed. "I...I think I'm in love with you."
    The phrase echoed in my head. Wow. Oh. Wow. How could I respond to this?
How did he want me to respond? How did *I* want to respond? These thoughts
ran through my head in a nanosecond before I made my choice. I wrapped my
arms around him lovingly, held him close, stared into his beautiful brown
eyes.
    "I don't think." I kissed him passionately. "I know."