Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 18:01:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Loewe <jonloewe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver Chapter 5

Discaimer: You know the stuff!

CHAPTER FIVE -- Day 3 night -- Day 4 -- Day 4 night
Dinner with Oliver and me. (and the `rents) Shane had
to go home as his mom was taking him out for dinner
and a movie. Cool! Ollie and I had the evening to
ourselves. We played a little Nintendo and then went
out for another walk on the trail. We got out earlier
so we walked along hand in hand for a while until we
heard people coming and then let go of each other. We
were still not brave enough to face the world.
Although I could probably handle anything that would
come up, physically. We were careful and no one called
us any names that night.
We got home and Mom and Dad were already in bed. We
even heard the bed squeaking. So off we went to squeak
our own springs! We did not fuck -- I told you that we
haven't done that yet. But we did get naked --
sleeping naked! -- we simply held on to each other and
caressed each others body parts, even dicks and balls
-- but we didn't do it for orgasm -- we did it for
caressing and loving. We got hard but it felt so good
just to be touching each other that that is what we
did. Ollie found that my nipples were really sensitive
to his tickling. He sent chill after chill through my
whole body. I found that his dick twitched when you
ran your fingers along the creases of his legs
surrounding his pubes. I guess that's the "magic
triangle?" It was an awesome night. No sex-- no
orgasms -- just love and caressing. We awoke in the
morning to a knocking at the door to my bedroom.
"Come on, guys, wake up! It's me! Shane!"
I got up and crossed to the door and opened it. I was
naked and Shane's eyes got big and his hand went to
his crotch.
"Hey, guys -- it's late -- Ollie's Dad was calling for
you. Hurry! I wish I had time for that thing, Michael
Jon!"
Ollie and I scrambled into our clothes. Today we would
be finishing the insulation and vapor barrier.
Tomorrow was gyprock. Then a day off while Ollie's dad
hired a professional to do the mudding and taping. I'm
glad. I would have made a total mess out of that one.
But, back to today. All three of us limped over to
Ollie's house with morning wood. It soon went away as
we got the job finished and had lunch. The afternoon
was spent cleaning up all the plastic and fibreglass.
We left Ollie's Dad and he thanked us for our help.
Then Shane said,
"Let's go swimming!"
"The river?"
"The river!"
We got on our bikes and rode off to the river about a
mile upstream. Where there were sheer cliffs and a
tiny little trail down to the falls.
We carefully managed to get down without injury after
stashing our bikes in the bushes where they couldn't
be seen.

When we got down all the way we were alone. The only
sound was the water over the falls. At the bottom of
the falls, which were only about 10 feet high, there
was a deep pool. We shucked our clothes and jumped in.
As we came up there were white rings going out from
where each of us entered the pool.  Lots of dust and
dirt and gyprock grime. I felt a hand on my dick.
Shane was giggling. Then he dissappeared. He came up
sputtering and Ollie came up laughing.
"Shit, man -- don't do that! It's scary!"
"Aww -- poor widdle boy scared of the big hairless
pond monster?"
"No, man -- just don't do that."
Shane went off for a minute and I took Ollie to the
side.
"Shane almost drowned when he was six. Keep him above
the water, k?"
Ollie went over to Shane and kissed him on the
shoulder and neck and said;
"Sorry, Shane. I didn't know."
"Sallright"
"Still love me?"
"Forever!"
They kissed and made up.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!"
They looked at me -- with that fake `hurt" look. I
laughed and they came after me.
It felt like my dick and balls were being separated
from my body. They were holding me up in the water by
them. I grabbed for theirs and squeezed. They let go
immediately. I chased them out of the water and up on
the water fall. They jumped and I followed. What a
rush! They were gone! I looked around! I suddenly felt
something warm around my cock and something hard up my
butt! Then they surfaced and said:
"Fooled you! Sucker!"
"What the hell did you put up my ass?"
Shane said, "Just my finger!"
"Don't do it again!"
"K"
"Can I do this again?"
He kissed me.
"That you can do!"
"Can I do this again?"
He stroked me.
"That you can always do!"
They locked their lips on to me, one on my nipple and
one on my lips. I found their raging boners beneath
the surface and began stroking. Ollie was liplocked to
my lips and we tongued each other out good. My nipples
were hard and felt teriffic. I heard them both moan as
I stroked their cocks. The moans got louder as they
rocked under the water and their cocks spasmed and
released their creamy jizz into the water. I kept
stroking until each one pulled my hand off. Then I
felt 2 hands grab my cock and balls. They traded
frequently as they brought me to a quick but intense
orgasm. My jizz floated to the surface.  Then we heard
a voice:
"Hey, room for another swimmer?"
We looked up and it was Trenton Wadley from school.
"Sure, come on down!"
I spalshed the surface of the water to send the jizz
downstream.
Trenton was an 11th grader. I knew him from his brief
stint on the football team. Which he had to quit
because he broke his arm. But I knew him better as he
played Sheriff File while I played Starbuck in our
last year's production of  "The Rainmaker." He was a
casual friend and a good actor. We had a great time
fighting over the same girl in the play.
Trenton skidded to a halt at the bottom of the path
and just about toppled into the pool. He caught
himself and started removing his clothes. He didn't
seem to be shy at all.
"Who're your friends?"
"This is Oliver -- he just moved in next door ta me.
He's from England! And this is Shane. He lives down
the street and goes to the Jr High. Guys -- this is
Trenton."
"Hey!"
"Ho!"
"`lo!"
Now that introductions were done, Trenton was down to
his blue bikinis that really weren't hiding very much
of his manhood. Trenton was 17 and had a muscley
chest, arms and lats. Not huge -- but well put
together. He also hat a "treasure trail" that extended
downward from his navel and dissappeared into the
pubic bush that appeared over the edge of his bikinis.
He was a streaked blond with lighter brown hair
underneath. He was about 6 feet tall and had a lean
and angled face. He stood there and stretched his arms
above his head. His package stood out clearly. He then
took off his briefs and ran his hand over his dick and
balls to loosen things up. Man -- what he had to
loosen up! He jumped in and about knocked us over with
the wave.
"Hey -- not too cold! You guys been warmin' it up?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know that whenever I come here I'm gonna jack off.
You done it yet?"
"Once. But we're ready to try again."
"Cool! Let's sit on the rock and whack em!"
He got out and we all sat next to him as his penis
began to lengthen under the stroking of his hands.
Ollie motioned to me "Is he gay?" I motioned back
"No!" So we sat there stroking. We all thought that
his cock would be absolutely massive but  when he got
it up, he was about 7.5 inches long -- 1/2 inch longer
than me and Ollie. When Ollie and I got our boners up
Trenton's eyes popped out of his head.
"Shit -- you dudes are hung! Those seven inchers?"
"Yep!"
"How `bout you, Junior?"
"I got five!"
"Damn cool!" Where'd you get all that hair, Junior?"
"It just grew there!"
"Cool!"
"Hey, Brit -- you steal that thing from a horse?"
"No -- I just found it hanging there one day --
wanting some attention, so I gave it attention and
I've been paying attention ever since!"
He shut up for a minute as his breath was caught by an
impending orgasm. We all stroked harder, waiting for
him to shoot! It came soon -- shot three or four feet
into the pool. Then burst forth 5 more times as he
moaned and let loose. What a load! Shane couldn't
stand it any longer and let his jizz fly. He got so
excited that his cum hit Trenton on the chest. I
started coming and pumped my load into the pool as
Ollie spasmed and shot 6 jets of white stuff all over
himself.
"Hot damn, Brit -- you got one hell of a cock there!"
"Thanks!"
"Michael Jon -- you guys come here often?"
"Have in the past -- may in the future."
"Cool -- well I'll see you around! Thanks for the
stroking! Bunch of fucking studs! When I send the
girls your way -- give it to `em good! All of ya can
handle it!"
He was dressed and gone. Up the path we saw his boots
dissappear at the top of the ridge.
We laughed. And laughed.
"Let's go fuck the girls!"
"Bunch of fucking studs!"
"If he only knew!"

When we got back to my place we were worn out and all
went up to my room and collapsed. Once again the
opening of the garage door woke me up. Mom and Dad
came in -- tired and hungry. We were tired and hungry.
So they took us all out for pizza! Yeah!
After pizza we dropped Shane off at his house -- his
mommy wanted her wittow boy at home. She's so
protective of him! Pisses me off! If she only knew who
he had fucked and sucked!
So Oliver and I arrive at "our" room. I close the door
and lock it after saying goodnight to the `rents. I
smother his face with kisses. He responds. We fall
onto the bed and make out -- kissing and rubbing --
fully clothed. His tongue is halfway down my throat
and he's rubbing my dick through my pants and all of a
sudden  I cream! I creamed my jeans! Shit -- I've
never cum in my clothes. This is way cool. So we peel
off my sticky pants and unders and there is indeed a
mess in my shorts. Ollie dives in and cleans me off
with his tongue. I lean over and start sucking on his
cock through his shorts. A big wet spot from both
inside and out forms where I'm sucking. He moans and
arches his back as he releases in his shorts. I then
peel those off of him and lick his hairless pubes and
cock clean. We remove our shirts and shoes and stuff
and pull the covers over us -- as I look at the clock
it's 10:30. We've been making out for over 2 hours.
How cool is that!? I shut off the light and snuggle up
to Oliver and I softly kiss his neck...That's the last
thing I remember until I wake up the next morning.


Michael Jon Loewe