Title:  Shagging In My Shag Van
Author: Rob Loveboy
Keyword: gay, t,t,t,M
Summary: 16 year old Trevor discovers his sexuality on a camping
trip



My name is Trevor and it was the summer of my sixteenth year and
to hallmark the coming of age event, my parents wanted to buy
me a used car. Being an avid camper, I saw the opportunity to
ditch the pup tent and get myself a van to fix up. No more
relying on friends with cars to transport me and my gear on our
frequent weekend outings, a dual purpose venture, a mode of
transportation and comfortable sleeping accommodation.
 
My mother was dead set against it, referring to a camper van as a
"teenage mobile brothel" and that no parent with any morals would
allow their daughter to date a boy in possession of one! She
needn't have worried, because van or no van, no girl wanted to
date me anyway. I felt awkward and tongue-tied around the fairer
sex and I wasn't anything close to being a jock, apparently a
prerequisite where I went to school.
 
However, my father was all for it and together we convinced a
reluctant mom that I wouldn't turn into a whore monger. I truly
believe that dad was reliving the seventies, an era when he
claimed all his friends owned a shag van; a floor to ceiling,
long-pile carpeted interior, but he never afforded himself one,
being a contributing bread winner in a large family with a
harried, widowed mother and five younger siblings.
 
Together, dad and I transformed the metal ribbed whale's
carcass into into a very decent, practical mini home away from
home. A standard grade, floor to ceiling carpet for insulating
purpose, a small fridge, sink and propane stove adorned the rear
end with ample overhead cupboard space. Two bench seats
each folded out to form a single bunk, or jointly assembled, a
double size bed the width of the van. As a space saving measure,
I opted for two aluminum folding TV tables rather than one of
those cumbersome table tops that mount on a metal pole and a
bitch to store when not in use. A bathroom was not a luxury that
the confined space would allow,  after all, that's why God
invented trees and outhouses!
 
Her maiden voyage into the great outdoors was to be a week away.
Two seventeen-year old friends Mike and Tim, along with their
girlfriends, whom were to be secreted away, were headed to a
public campground fifty miles north of town for the July long
weekend.
 
Mike was probably my closest friend even though we were a year
and grade apart. We lived next door to each other for three
years since my family  moved from another city. Naturally, his
friends became mine, and Tim who was Mike's best friend since
kindergarten, adopted me into their friendship.
 
Mike had a cousin named Seth, also seventeen, whom I had met
several times at Mike's house during their frequent family get
togethers or the occasional party thrown at some other kids house
in the absence of parents. Seth never hung around us, per se, he
lived across town but once he got his own wheels he became a
little more visible at Mike's place.
 
Seth became the object of my jerk off fantasies, dirty blond
hair, green eyes and never ceasing smile. Not overly muscular,
but his physique attested to his love of swimming, earning
him multiple medals in racing. He filled out the Speedo swim suit
handsomely that he wore to swim in Mike's backyard pool. A  thin
treasure trail of hair traveled from his navel to depths unknown,
only imaginable judging by the outline of manhood shrink wrapped
in the thin material when wet. He was definitely circumcised,
that much was clearly definable.
 
The realization that I was attracted to other boys began to show
it's ugliness during first year junior high gym showers. My
masturbation fantasies of ravaging Debbie Miller began to
shamefully veer away to the lurid thoughts of first, wonderment
of what some of my shower mates would look like erect, then
illusions of  mutual masturbation, and finally, but
incomprehensibly, sucking their cocks! As much as I tried to
focus on Debbie my mind would inevitably wander to boys
and orgasm in record time.
 
It became worrisome, self denial became self loathing. Mike and
Tim began to be co-stars in my pornographic imagination that was
being rewound and replayed time after disgraceful time in my sick
mind, followed by the gut wrenching remorse after each powerful
orgasm and vowing to never think those kind of thoughts again. To
appease my inner conscience, I began to fantasize about fucking
the shit out of Debbie while sucking the fuck juices out of a
guy, convincing myself that all wasn't a lost hope, perhaps I was
simply bisexual. That had to be it!  Nothing to brag about mind
you, but I would leave out that part of the equation when sitting
around with the guys discussing what girl each of us desired and
what we'd do with them.
 
Mike and Tim  had became sexually active at sixteen, but I was no
where near even getting to first base! First of all you had to
have an interest, and that interest was wearing thinner each day.
Their girlfriends tried to set me up with a few of their friends,
but no girl wanted to date guys a year and grade their junior and
with the older crowd I ran with, it only left me feeling inept,
but a very plausible excuse in remaining single to my peers,
nonetheless!
 
As a third wheel, I started seeing less and less of my
two friends whom were absorbed in the masculine sport of fucking
their women. So when the idea of a camping trip was put forth, I
looked forward to being with them again despite what I knew would
be interrupted male bonding in the company of females, unlike
our previous trips together. 
 
Seth overheard us talking about our plans and wanted to join us,
but wondering where he could borrow a tent and sleeping bag. As
if Mike read my mind, he suggested that Seth could crash with me
in the van. I tried desperately to be nonchalant about the
proposal, when in actuality, I wanted to jump up and down and
clap my hands for two reasons. One, I wouldn't be the odd man out
and, two, being in Seth's company was intriguing to say the
least!
 
I wasn't foolish enough to think anything carnal would develop,
or make illicit advances of that nature. I wasn't only closeted,
I was fucking warehoused and in no way was I prepared to
jeopardize my reputation. Although I would be lying if I said
that I didn't rack my brain conniving various ambiguous mental
scenarios to test the waters. Innuendos that could be laughed off
if I didn't get the desired response or just a hint of
receptiveness that I could find the courage to take a more
suggestive approach. I was dreaming, not a chance in hell would
that Adonis entertain the thought of getting it on with another
guy. However, maybe one sided, no reciprocation necessary, I
would gladly become his personal cock-sucker if those terms were
agreed upon. But how does one go about laying the ground work to
even begin negotiations?
 
Long weekend campground sites were at a premium, if we wanted
a prime beach front location we would have to make the short
journey on Thursday before the weekend rush. Seth was unable to
make it due to work, but would meet us around noon Friday. My van
weighted down by coolers of beer,  I blazed the trail with the
guys and girls in hot pursuit.
 
As anticipated, I sat alone by the fire most of that night as
Mike and Tim tested and retested the manufacturers guarantee
of reliability of their respective air mattresses. I could hear
their carnal delights and managed to catch glimpses of
silhouettes through the thin nylon being illuminated by interior
lanterns. At one point, it was very obvious that Tim was getting
a blow job from Tammy. It wasn't my imagination that I could see
his shadowed rod being mouth pistoned, making me very envious of
her good fortune. Under a blanket, I jerked off watching the
action merely five feet away.
 
Then there was Mike, exiting his tent fully naked without a care
in the world and what I guessed would be in a half mast state. He
took a piss on a tree, grabbed a couple of beer and acknowledged
me for a few moments before making his way back inside to Marnie
with slightly less the endowment being sported, but quite
impressive, nonetheless! I had seen my friends naked a few times
in the past, quick changes into and out of swim suits and
such. Those kind of situations where any normal, self respecting
guy finds himself in the immodest company of other males but
doesn't stop to stare, only perhaps a fleeting glance for
curiosity and comparison reasons. That's how I reckoned with my
own public nudity in school, I measured up, if not exceeding some
other boys my age.  
 
Maybe it was the beer that made me ogle Mike's junk hanging at
almost eye level and way closer than I had ever observed him
before. It was a very hot, humid night and he appeared even
sexier standing there, his sweaty body glistening from the flames
of the fire. I had to tear my eyes away in shame before he became
suspicious, if he wasn't already, which may have caused his
rather abrupt departure. I knew then that my urges couldn't be
suppressed, I was starting to make dangerous mistakes. I would
take my own life if anyone found out about my deviancy. That, I
was as certain about as the day I was born into this miserable,
unnatural existence!
 
Mistake number two. When Seth hadn't arrived on schedule at noon
Friday, I became subconsciously anxious, fidgety and frequently
getting up to peer down the gravel road in search of his car
bellowing up dust in the distance. It was Marnie who
embarrassingly pointed out jokingly that I looked like a forlorn
lover awaiting a girlfriend. I made the excuse that I was only
concerned for his well being, he was an hour late. Even I
regretted how lame that statement sounded.
 
When Seth did arrive two hours late, I had to control my
excitement, but once again, actions speak louder than words as I
found myself doting over him, placing his bag in my front
seat, getting him beer, making him a sandwich because he missed
lunch. If anyone else detected the abnormal behavior, it wasn't
mentioned.
 
After three or four beer that I offered and he consumed, someone
suggested we change into our swim suits and head down the
two-hundred feet to the beach and cool off in the water. I was
first inside the rear door of the van in order to change into my
trunks, never giving it a second thought that Seth wouldn't wait
his turn outside the small confines for privacy sake. I was
somewhat shocked that he was right behind me and closed the door
to just a gap since the van's rear end faced our campsite.
 
He settled himself on the left bench seat admiring and commenting
on the interior work that dad and I had achieved as he kicked off
his runners, peeled off his socks, t-shirt and unfastened his
jeans. My heart skipped several beats, I was going to finally see
him naked and add reality to what I only imagined and fantasized
about! I commenced slowly undressing, I had my trunks in hand, he
hadn't yet even rummaged through his bag for his!
 
Still impressed and going on about the interior, of which he
referred to as a "guy cocoon," he lifted his ass a few inches off
the bench seat, pulled down his tight jeans along with
his underwear to mid thigh in one swipe, and then struggled to
escape them completely. Sitting naked with knees apart and a deep
sigh he gave his cock and balls a tug expressing his
silent relief in being unencumbered and free from their confines.

Although it had been medically controlled for quite some time, I
felt that I was going to have an asthma attack! He was more than
beautiful in my adoring eyes, not as well endowed as my over
active imagination led me to believe, but perfectly proportioned
in every sense of the word. A slender three inches of cut,
mushroom capped shaft nestled in the loose, fleshy folds of his
long sack gave the appearance of a miniature bronze scepter
resting atop a satiny pink cushion; other than his pubic bush
that matched the tint of his dirty blond head, the teen was
hairless. A milky white bikini line accentuated his well tanned
body.
 
I thought about smothering puppies, decapitating kittens,
chocking Canaries, anything except where my imagination wanted to
take me. I looked away, coughed, made a big effort of smoothing
out the phantom wrinkles in my swim trucks resting on my lap.
Maybe it was the thought of licking Debbie Miller's pussy
that finally took my mind away and gave me the courage to match
his nudity without embarrassing myself with an erection. And
that's where my story begins.
 
"Hey, dude; I got some great weed in my bag. Kind of my
contribution for allowing me to stay here with ya!" he
said excitedly, standing up an giving me a momentary full frontal
view merely two feet from my face followed by plump half moons
that quivered like jello as he walked the short distance to the
cab of the van. 
 
A toke was a wonderful diversion, giving me a sense of well being
sitting naked across from him, my goods haphazardly concealed by
my hands, having the strange need to prove that I was just as
liberal as his complacent attitude toward our 'Au naturel' state,
as unnatural as it was. Guys didn't usually sit idly around
together in the buff smoking pot, or doing anything else! It
was always a change of clothes quicker than you could say
modesty!
 
"Ever done shotgun?" he asked.
 
Not wanting to admit that not only did I not know what shogun
was, I had only smoked pot once before. Naive and at his
mercy, he took a deep drag and leaned across the narrow space
with our knees touching and placed his hands on my upper thighs
for support  and gently put his mouth uncomfortably close to
mine. Time stood still for that brief moment when I thought he
wanted to kiss me!
 
A million things went through my mind. Our prolonged nudity was
definitely an oddity, but along with that, his palms and fingers
spread and grasping my upper thighs, merely inches from my junk
followed by his face into mine, all had me nervous, yet excited
at the connotations I was reading into it. He exhaled the second
hand smoke, blowing it into my mouth as if he was performing
artificial resuscitation on me. I caught on to my
expected 'shotgun' role and inhaled his breath, feeling like a
fool for misreading his intentions and thankful that I only
grazed his teeth with my tongue.
 
Backing away, I coughed and choked from the assault to my lungs,
however the next couple of hits mellowed. When he sat back, his
face displayed a curious look, head cocked to the side
and looking down as if he was trying to figure out something
mysterious There was no denying what caught Seth's attention, my
hard cock!
 
My face literally burned as I flushed, trying to hide my
embarrassing state while scrambling to put on my bathing suit. I
was so ashamed, my final mistake on outing myself and wanting
nothing more than to get away from him and hide. Seth had to have
realized what instigated my inappropriate response, guys just
didn't pop boners in each others company.
 
Where I thought he was going to come unglued, he only smiled,
"Like... if ya need to take care of that problem before we
head down to the beach,..." he shrugged his shoulders, "by all
means, go ahead, no big deal to me!"
 
I froze, not believing my ears. Had he insinuated that I
could jerk off in front of him? Or was it like every other
misread, naive and confused notion? Stoned as I was, my mind had
to be playing tricks on me, however that comment was as real as
real could be! 
 
Seth continued to astound me, "Dude... I spent the last four
years in an all boy's academy; --there ain't much I haven't seen
before!" he confided with a snicker, "Ya know, --cooped up in
a dorm with two two-hundred other fucking guys? --Boners happen!"
 
I knew that he had went to a private school, his father was some
sort of Ambassador over seas, and that he was only being
registered for local public school the very next September.
"Freedom...," I remembered him  joyously saying one day earlier
that summer, "Finally, a school with chicks and not just dicks!"
 
At the time, there was no way I was going to beat off in front of
him, but later on the idea became more and more erotic. What a
fucking idiot I was for not even trying in some subtle way to try
and coerce him into joining me somehow!  That would probably be
as far as things would ever go, but a least it would have been
kewl watching another guy do himself and cum; future fantasy fuel
for the imagination, if nothing else! Perhaps the opportunity
would present itself again at some point, or perhaps I could
formulate a surefire plan to make it happen!
 
Mike asked quizzically, with a touch of cynicism, what took us so
long to change and join them on the beach. It had been only about
twenty minutes, maybe a half hour at most, but long enough to
raise unwanted suspicion, I guessed. Perhaps I wasn't wrong
in thinking that he detected that I may very well be gay. Seth
came to the rescue advising that he and I had smoked a joint
while we changed and shot the shit for a while. "What's it to ya,
anyway?" he retorted. Mike looked at me, then at Seth as if he
wanted to say something further but deciding to drop it.
 
I played up a macho image. Every girl or woman that strolled by
on the beach, I whistled at, cat-calling after them. It wasn't my
nature and my phony, uncharacteristic behavior was read like a
book by Mike and Tim, telling me to shut up before we got thrown
out of the campground.
 
Embarrassed, I felt uncomfortable the rest of the late afternoon
on the beach. I had made a fool of myself. Seth soon became the
center of attention, I swear that Marnie and Tammy were flirting
with him, eying his physique up and down on numerous occasions,
probably wondering what was hidden in his loose fitting shorts
that I could describe to them in great detail. They began
conversing back and forth over which mutual girlfriend they
thought they could hook him up with. Seth seemed amused at their
attention and strutted around like a fucking peacock, sucking it
all in! Who could blame him, really. Strangely, Mike and Tim
seemed oblivious to it all.
 
I felt a smug satisfaction having a one up on the two bitches.
Hell, the cunts might have even been disappointed if they
discovered that he didn't quite measure up to their expectations
in comparison to their boyfriends. After all, women were size
motivated, weren't they? Much the same as guys rated tits on the
scale of sexual virtues, or so I surmised.
 
I had long since lost my pissy mood, pulling myself from the
depths of despair that I had decided was unfounded and
childish. Not only had Seth treated us all to his pot, but late
that night he produced Ecstasy tablets, the latest teen fad to
have taken the country by storm due to its affordability,
nonaddictive nature and popular recreational social use at
events such as concerts, raves and parties. That much was all I
knew about it, however Mike, Tim and the girls had experienced
the drug a few times, they revealed, and were more than pleased
to share in Seth's generosity despite the tranquil, sedate
camping environment. Hell, for fear of ejection, we couldn't even
blast my pride and joy stereo system which I spared no expense in
having installed in the van, therefore the Ecstasy seemed a waste
in my opinion. 
 
Around midnight, stoned, drunk and care free, we decided to go
skinny dipping. Fuck the rest of the patrons in the nearby
campsites, it was  plenty dark enough that we could  barely even
see each other. We need not have worried regardless, two other
couples of undetermined age frolicked in the lake a short
distance away, the only factor of their own nudity was their tan
lines clearly discernible in the darkness, unless of course they
were all wearing white bathing suits, which was unlikely to me.
 
The cool water was most refreshing upon my over heated body. My
thirst was insatiable and I resisted drinking the lake water,
only taking it in my mouth and spitting it out. A wonderful sense
of being one with nature enveloped me. I loved the freedom of my
genitals floating and bobbing with the slightest movement made.
The discovered sensation of the cool water lapping at my
hot rectum when I spread my cheeks wide, then wider, wishing it
would flood my insides, an erotic illusion of being fucked by
mother nature while she gently stimulated my erection and balls.
 
I was oblivious to my surroundings, laying on my back in a dead
man's float, admiring the milky way. The Big Dipper shone bright
in all its glory and I played a game of Connect The Dots to
distinguish the Zodiac symbols that I struggled to recall. Never
before had I appreciated  the mysteries of the universe as I had
then, in serious wonder if another boy just like me was out there
somewhere staring at the galaxy from a different geographical
perspective with similar thoughts.
 
I was rudely brought back to reality, "Periscope down, sailor
boy!" Seth said, dunking my head. Upon surfacing and gasping for
air, he was laughing at me, "You make a lousy submarine, dude!"
 
"Yeah," countered Tim, "and someone could have lost an eye!"
 
"We really have to find him a girlfriend now that I've seen what
he has to offer a girl." complimented Marnie, but it
only embarrassed me.
 
Everyone had a good laugh at that. They were all staring at me,
Tim and Tammy embraced each other to my right, Mike and Marnie to
the left and Seth stood in front with an arm over the shoulder
of each couple. I wasn't embarrassed anymore, everything was
kewl. So remarkably kewl that I placed my arms around my friends'
necks and completed the circle of camaraderie, laughing at my own
expense. 
 
Marnie and Tammy's tits bobbed freely just at the surface; dark
raisin nipples extended from quarter sized spheres atop the pale
blubber. My first live view of women boobs left me unimpressed
and puzzled as to what pleasure guys got out of them! In addition
to the masculine chests before my lustful eyes, if only I could
span down through the black waters and see the true beauty of
human anatomy that was so diverse and unique, setting
each individual apart in his own artistic way!
 
A very close unilateral group hug ensued, no one seemed to
encourage it, it just happened. Maybe my imagination was running
rampant when I swear I felt my erection lightly loll over that of
another. I let the erotica take my mind way from reality once
again. In my dream state, we stood exactly there, but only the
four of us guys, hands wandered beneath the surface, fingers
interlaced the others to form a blissful circle jerk, each hell
bent on the task to mutually take the others to
simultaneous orgasm. I saw the dark water between us churn up in
a concentrated thick milky white, then dissipate and coat the
skin under our pecs. A sacred oath of eternal friendship being
absorbed into the pores, not unlike, but with much greater
emphasis and meaning than that of early childhood
blood-brother rituals entailing pricked fingers mashed together!
 
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and the romantic
interlude of my overactive fantasy and was awakened when our
group embrace dis-embraced, leaving me standing alone to see five
white asses treading to shore! I slowly walked the distance to
allow my hornier than ever mindset to come to terms with life's
sad existence. 
 
Us guys sat around the fire in loose, sodden waist wrapped
towels, the girls donned themselves in fleece blankets. I found
even that experience erotic and invigorating, close to being
naked, thighs and upper pubic regions occasionally and
nonchalantly exposed as the towels sagged between our legs,
precariously protecting the little modesty each boy exhibited in
the presence of mixed company. I strongly suspected in my
voyeuristic mind, that had the fairer sex not been present, and
within the privacy of foliage surrounding the camp that we truly
lucked out on finding, inhibitions would not have hindered our
collective option to dry off totally naked together.
 
After fire-roasted marshmallows skewered on the trusty wire coat
hangers satisfied our munchies, and gallons of water to quench
unquenchable thirsts brought on by the Ecstasy, a side affect
that I figured out on my own, Mike suggested to Marnie that hey
hit the sack.
 
Seth scanned the faces of each couple, "Hey guys... like it's
still early. Why don't we all go inside the van and have another
hit of Ex, listen to some tunes and ... party?" he proposed, a
sly smile adding to his suggestive overture. 
 
There was am uncomfortable period of silence. Even the fire pit
seemed to hush its crackle, along with the crickets, birds and
any other creature that lurked in the night air, all competing to
be heard but not seen.
 
Mike glared at Seth in disbelief, "Dude, what are you
insinuating?"
 
"Well, we were all sorta... you know,... friendly in the lake,"
Seth implied sensually with a wink, scanning the face of each
couple, "so I thought maybe we could take it up a notch,
-- like, stay stoned and go with the flow together."
 
Mike, not believing his ears, looked at Marnie who responded with
a shrug and a little devious giggle, shook his head bewildered,
and said to Seth, "Dude, I ain't sharing my girl with ya, if
that's what you mean!"
 
I don't think Tim heard what Mike said before he jumped up from
his lawn chair, "Fuck yeah, --I'm game! I could use another hit,
chill out and listen to some tunes, dudes!" he said, removing his
towel and waving it over his head, "Let's parrr-tay!" he shouted.
 
Tammy slapped Tim, turned away in disgust and stormed toward
their tent, "Do what the fuck you want, asshole. I hope you have
fun with each other but you can leave me out of it, Timmy!"
 
At the clear indication of not scoring with Tammy that night, or
perhaps for the rest of the weekend, Tim followed her into the
tent apologizing and saying he was just joking, ... bla-bla-bla.
Meanwhile, Mike took the still smirking Marnie by the arm and led
her into their nylon domain. Both couples zipped away for the
night, I looked at Seth and we both broke out into hysterical,
gut wrenching laughter, tears flowing from our eyes. I don't know
why I found it so amusing because it was really quite insulting
to the girls and each couple appeared to be on the outs with one
another judging by the inaudible but obvious bickering coming
from the tents. 
  
We regained our composure, our towels had been used to dry our
eyes and had been discarded halfheartedly over thighs or knees.
Uncaring that we sat there naked, we roasted  wieners that
I discovered in the cooler beside us. The unrest continued  from
within the two pup tents, but much more vocal from Tammy. Tim
suddenly exited his tent followed by his sleeping bag tossed
behind him. He walked over, looked at Seth and I and without
comment, took a piss on the fire and then parked his naked ass on
the lawn chair beside me and tried in vane to skewer a wiener. I
took the liberty and inserted it onto the wire hanger for him
in fear that he was eventually going to poke his eye out, or
mine!
 
"Fucking Bitch!" he scathed, roasting his snack over the fire, "I
just wanted to party some more, ya know?" he slurred, guzzling a
beer. 
 
Seth said to Tim, "Hey, dude, --if you're in the dog house, you
can crash with us, ya know? --You can still party with us."
 
Seth's invitation to Tim caused me to have another mental
eclipse. I envisioned the three of us sitting in a circle on the
bed naked, knees to bony knees, arms around each shoulders and
huddled with our lips close together shotgunning a joint. Hands
then wandered over chests, tummies, pubes and finally
interlocking fingers in another glorious circle jerk!
 
"Hey, dude!" Tim's voice brought me back to reality, "If ya ain't
careful, someone could mistake that for a wienie and roast it!"
he chuckled, pointing at my erection, but soon losing interest,
resumed his tirade. "Fucking cunts are all the same, ya know?" he
slurred,  He then raised his voice toward his tent, "Fucking
cunts! --Bitches, that's what they all are!"
 
My exited predicament was shamelessly and nonchalantly covered
with just a corner of my towel. It was no big deal, no
embarrassment shrouded me. I even regretted trying to hide it, so
I let gravity prevail over the sodden towel that didn't want to
stay in place anyway, and exposed myself once again and watched
as it rapidly deflated. Never before had I felt so euphoric, free
spirited and erotically charged as I did then.
 
"Can't suck cock worth a damn, either!" Tim blabbered on, downing
his beer and hurled the can at his tent, his final words before
leaning to far over in his chair and like in slow motion, fell
over sideways and slumped to the ground passed out.
 
On Seth's advise, that's where we left him after rolling his nude
body onto his sleeping bag, absolving ourselves of a hopeless
cause. Tim was better off passed out and sleeping it off rather
than trying to rouse him to either stagger him into the van or to
the certain wrath of Tammy.
 
Pausing to take a piss, we made our way the few yards to the van.
Once inside, the realization struck me, we were both naked
causing me to ponder the sleeping arrangements. I contemplated
putting on boxer shorts, but opted to wait and see what Seth
would do first.
 
"A night cap!" he appeared behind me and snickered, holding up
two cans of beer, "So do these two beds get any bigger than two
feet?" he chuckled, staring at the wall benches and scratching
his head in exaggerated humor, "Don't look too comfortable to
me!" causing me to laugh.
 
"You can pull the back rest cushion off to give you a little more
room. --Or the two benches can unfold into one big bed." I said
sheepish, expecting him to opt for the first choice.
 
"Well, what are we waiting for?" he beamed, laying down
and melodramatically flopped around trying to find some
comfort. "Beats the fuck out of trying to sleep on this
two-by-four!"
 
Music to my ears, I went to work joining the two together and
positioning the cushions to form a unified mattress. The van
had maintained its daytime heat and was like a sauna, even with
the windows open. Fussing with the sleeping bags, he stopped me 
"It's too hot in here, why don't we just spread the sleeping bag
and use that sheet over top of us?" he recommended, much to my
satisfaction.
 
He crawled to the far side of the bed closest to the cab of the
van and settled with his back propped against the wall and
the sheet only to his waist. "Nude it was," I declared to myself,
the brief dilemma having been solved when he made no attempt to
the contrary. I had always slept in the buff anyway and he was
probably like minded, I reasoned, although in the back of my mind
thinking that two guys sharing a bed in the 'altogether' wasn't
quite normal. The truth was that the erotica invigorated me to no
end and I was soon at his side sharing the sheet at mid drift to
consume our beer that washed down another Ecstasy tablet that he
mysteriously produced.
 
We sat in silence for a short time, back's against the wall with
our legs stretched and crossed at the knees. Over the din of
those noisy birds and crickets and whatever else thrived in
the wilderness night life, I could hear his breathing become
labored and see his chest and abdomen heave ever so lightly as he
stared straight ahead holding the beer at his crotch. The sheet
had succumbed to the weight of the can and exposed his pubic hair
and a hint of the base of his cock that my mind vividly pictured
would be resting prone atop his thighs.
 
"I tried to get us laid tonight.." he said out of the blue
breaking the silence and still staring straight ahead, "When we
were all in the lake... it seemed to me like... well, everyone
was kinda into it, ya know? It was like no one cared about
anything. --Everyone was kinda feeling each other up... well,
more like brushing against each other,... but I really thought
the chicks were into having a little orgy. but I guess I was
wrong... silly me!" he exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders.
 
That event must have happened when I was star gazing
and oblivious to my surroundings. I was shocked and asked, "Did
you really think that those two would share
their girlfriends with us?"
 
"Why not, what are friends for?" Seth broke out in laughter, then
said seriously, "I'd share mine... if I had one!"
 
"Really?" I asked dumbfounded.
 
"It's just sex, man! And... I think it would be hot for a chick
to have two guys,... the same as all guys wanna have a three-way
with two chicks." he rationalized.
 
I thought about that for a moment and it made sense. However, I
always had the impression that guys also wanted to watch the
girls do each other. Was he insinuating that...? It couldn't be,
surely my mind was in the gutter.
 
"I  know for a fact that Tim would go for it," he went on, "and
ya seen how Mike's bitch Marnie, wanted to party? Too bad they
weren't a couple instead,... cuz they'd be in here with us right
now!" Seth claimed with such confidence that I began to believe
him.
 
Tim had always been the daring, adventurous kind, whereas Mike
was the cautions,  apprehensive sort who only gave into some of
Tim's boyhood shenanigans under pressure. I suppose that I simply
went along with whatever Mike did. Seth was also correct in his
assessment of Marnie. She was a very outgoing, 'anything for a
good time' type girl who took Mike's virginity the night of his
sixteenth-birthday party. I swear it was a ploy to make the
football jock her official boyfriend to heighten her status among
the high-school's female elitists crowd. 
 
Tammy, on the other hand, had always been a bit of a stuck-up
bitch within that same crowd, whom may have fucked Tim under
pressure to keep up appearances in rival of Marnie to also have a
pussy-whipped jock to hold her hand and french-kiss her in
public, keeping the other girls envious. But unlike Mike and
Marnie, Tim and Tammy always seemed to be at odds with each
other, resulting in Tim grovelling for forgiveness to whatever
bee had entered her bonnet, usually his wild, 'don't give a
shit' attitude and carefree behavior. Seth was right, they were
such opposite personalities to be couples, but I guessed the old
expression held true, "opposites attract!"
 
Seth decided we should have another toke. On all fours, he
shuffled the short distance atop the bed and reached between the
bucket seats looking for his small valise. Once again, the
tantalizing view of his pink hole between his milk white, firm
cheeks with the added visual pleasure of the head of his cock
visible just below and coddled in his well displayed hanging
balls caused the blood to drain from my face and inflate my dick.
The strangest fantasy to plant my face in his nether region
engulfed me, so much that saliva was literally gathering between
my teeth and lips threatening to pour out the sides had I not
swallowed.
 
I wasn't sure if it was my overactive imagination, but he seemed
to take his sweet time in rummaging for the joint as if teasing
me on purpose, At one point, he looked over his shoulder and
caught me ogling, smiled and said, "It's got to be here
somewhere, dude!"  then, perhaps once he was satisfied that I was
indeed taking in the scene, finally cried out in victory,
"Aha,... here they are!" rising to his knees and turning to give
me a full frontal view of him proudly holding his baggie of
pre-rolled shit in one hand and momentarily,
maybe subconsciously, manipulated his genitals with the other
hand like most guys habitually do sometimes, however it appeared
somewhat longer and somewhat thicker than it had before.
 
Seth had to have noticed my intent interest on both occasions
of catching me blatantly gawking before abruptly turning my gaze
elsewhere. I felt stupid and embarrassed, but if he did notice,
he never mentioned it even after he lifted the sheet to resume
his place and I panicked to hide my excitement with both
hands grasping the sheet to ensure that it remained in place in
fear of incriminating exposure as to just how much I did enjoy
looking at his body. My moves only served to get his
attention and he glanced down at my obvious predicament, but he
didn't say if he suspected anything by my sudden attempt at
modesty.
 
The thin rollie was smooth when I pulled a hit, I didn't choke
near as much as I had previously. We then stretched our necks to
share in a shotgun. Finding the position awkward, Seth blew me
away by straddling my thighs. Leaning forward, he supported
himself with a hand on the wall preparing for the next toke. I
could feel the heat of his genitals resting on the cleavage of my
thighs. Peering down to see our junk merely inches apart from
being mashed together caused me to seriously contemplate making a
move on him. Surely he saw my state of arousal while re-lighting
the joint, had to have felt it brushing his belly when he leaned
closer to my face after a heavy pull to release it into my lungs.
 
Everything suddenly made sense. All along, Seth had been the one
fishing to see if I would take the bait, waiting for a clear sign
that I was equally interested.  Unable to control myself, I
placed an arm around his neck and met his lips full force. Never
having kissed anyone before, it just came naturally. My tongue
explored his mouth in search for his own that I fully anticipated
would be reciprocated in the passion of the moment.
 
He pulled away in an instant, holding in the smoke that he had
planned on exchanging with me and uttered in a squeaky,
breathless voice, "Hey, dude! --I don't kiss other guys,
--okay?" he said softly and tried again to share the hit with me.
 
I turned my head away in shame, I fucked up again, misread him!
"I'm so sorry!" was all I could say. "I didn't mean..." but there
was to be no feasible excuse to smooth over my ghastly behavior.
 
Out of breath, Seth exhaled as he rolled off me. I was quick to
cover my shameful erection and turned away to lay in a fetal
position expecting to be punched, kicked, or in the very least,
verbally assaulted. My life was over, Mike and Tim would disown
me and I would be shunned at school. Maybe my parents would find
out through the grape vine and kick me out of the house. I hoped
that he would flee the van to join Tim under the stars or sleep
in his car so that I could drive away and off the nearest cliff! 
 
"I'm not saying that another guy can't be fun to be with,... ya
know,... in that way." he continued after a long pause, stifling
a choke on the roach that I heard him he relight. "I just don't
like kissing one!"
 
My eyes bolted open at the slow realization of what Seth said. He
placed a hand on my shoulder and laid down behind me. That same
hand traveled down my side, over my hip before finding my soft
cock and balls that he fondled gently.
 
Whispering in my ear, he confided, "Like I tried to tell ya,
dude,... a guy doesn't go to an all boy's school without learning
a thing or two in the absence of girls. The buddy-system is a
great alternative to beating your meat all the time."
 
I was flabbergasted but relieved that I may be spared the shame
and guilt. My cock responded to his touch, complimenting my
endowment as Marnie had. I felt his own firm cock pressing into
the cheeks of my ass and laid there frozen wondering how I was
supposed to respond. Seth stopped me as I tried to turn and face
him.
 
"Just relax, Trev." he cooed,  "Let me show you how guys can
please each other. Right now I need you to trust me and let me do
what I need so badly right now. I promise, I'll do whatever you
want me to do afterward."
 
I couldn't believe my stoned ears, it had to be some kind of
hallucination! But when he made be promise not to move and
returned moments later settling in behind me again, the
unmistakable odor of baby-oil was my first clue as to what he
wanted to do to me, followed shortly afterward by his slick
fingers searching for, then prodding their desired target. I was
about to get fucked! Way more than I ever bargained for, always
left off my list of sexual fantasies as a degrading and
insulting, painful act. When I felt his cock head worming into my
opening, I was seriously contemplating moving away and putting a
stop to the madness.
 
"Relax, Trevor. I've taken up the ass many times," I was shocked
at that revelation, but it made me delay my exit, "It hurts at
first, but after a while... well, I love a cock up my ass and
can't wait for you to fuck me!" 
 
In the first of many attempts to gain entry, I felt like I was
being sodomized by a fence post. The pain was excruciating and
even though I never seen him hard, it was easy to guess that what
he lacked in a flaccid state, he made up for it erect! Time stood
still, I don't how long it was until he had successfully impaled
me, feeling his coarse pubic hair on my tender skin and his balls
against my thigh. I was still in a fetal position and he had a
leg over my mine. How I could possibly maintain an erection
throughout my ordeal amazed me, perhaps jerking me off had
offered some erotica and encouragement to endure my plight.
 
Seth became gentle and caring, always asking me if I was okay,
even thanking me for allowing him to take my virginity. I never
thought about it that way but I guessed that it made sense. He
began sliding it back and forth a shot way and slowly picked up
the pace as I adjusted to the foreign object spreading my rectum
beyond it's intended limits and beyond the threshold of pain that
seemed to either dissipate somewhat or a numbness had consumed
me.
 
The faster he increased the tempo, the heavier his breathing
became. Each thrust forward caused us both to gasp, it was as if
he was trying to plant himself even deeper into my bowel by
climbing on me and forcing me from fetal to a position of half on
my side and belly with my bend leg outward supporting his weight.
Disappointed, my cock was no longer accessible to be pumped, his
hand could only grasp it tight. His other arm was under my chest
and over the nape of my neck in a sort of choke hold that he used
as leverage to slide his sweat soaked torso over my back.
 
My comfort didn't seem to much matter any longer, but the truth
is, I didn't care. His animalistic fucking of me was a turn-on.
Incredibly, I thought of it as a very masculine roughhousing
taken to the ultimate extreme where there was no winner and no
looser. Passionately forceful in a strange way that a man
wouldn't experience the same kind of carnal excitement and
enjoyment from intercourse with a woman, but a raw man-on-man
type sexual venting without the niceties that a woman would
expect. I fully understood then his reluctance to kiss another
guy, and hugging and cuddling and whispering sweet nothings is
what separated and distinguished  the two very different kinds of
sex.
 
I got into it hot and heavy, instinctively, not learned it
seemed, I forced my ass up to meet him, clinching my ass muscles
at just the right moments. Seth let out an eerie howling shriek
as he buried himself to the hilt with his legs and feet
scrambling to gain traction on the bed to bury himself to optimal
length and let his orgasm take its course. Panting, he collapsed
atop me with his cheek against mine for a long while, regaining
his breath and composure.
 
"Thank you!" he whispered, "I needed that, it's been a long
time."
 
True to his word, no sooner had he recuperated that I was
enjoying my fist blow-job. Between my spread legs, the blond
Adonis drove me wild with his expert hands, tongue, lips and
mouth over my cock and nuts and somewhere wonderful under those!
It wasn't long that I regretted the inevitable onset of orgasm.
Warning him of the impeding event, he only sucked me harder until
I was unloading what had to be the mother loads of ejaculates
that didn't sway his eagerness to please me. By far, it was the
best orgasm of my life to this day!
 
Spent and exhausted, I relaxed to come down from my high. Seth
climbed up the bed and flopped down beside me, his arms behind
his head.
 
"No regrets?" he asked, "Cuz lots of guys feel all kinda' guilty
and ashamed after their first time." I could smell my cum on his
breath.
 
"All I'm feeling is... content, but with a sore ass!" I joked.
 
"Yeah, sorry for skipping the preliminaries and moving ahead to
the main event, but I've been so fucking horny lately, ya know...
I couldn't wait another minute to fuck you!" he surrendered,
"There's something about giving it to a guy his first time,...
taking his cherry kinda thing. I got the impression this
afternoon that you'd be into fooling around,... ya know, when ya
popped the first woody when we were changing."
 
"Do I look like a queer?" I had to ask.
 
"Fuck no, man!" he scathed, "And if you know that you are, so
what, no big deal. I know lots of gay guys. So I guess I'm
bi-sexual now,.. cuz I always thought that once I left that
school I would put it all behind me and forget about it, ya know,
outgrow it after I came home to stay and finally find a steady
girlfriend."
 
"So how come you don't have a girlfriend yet?" I asked, then
quickly realized how that may sound derogatory, "I mean, a good
looking guy like you!"
 
Seth looked saddened, and replied, "Guess I never had the chance
to really get into the dating scene. I only came home for two
months every summer. Truth is, I get all tongue-tied around
girls, I feel awkward... sort of like a nerd, I guess."
 
I could relate to that feeling. "Well, I bet you'll meet one in
school this year after you fit in a little longer."
 
"I hope so. Cuz when you really don't know anyone... like, coming
home in the summers... it's hard to make any friends, and if you
do, you're gone for ten months of the year."
 
"It was really like that... I mean in the dorms at school?" I
asked, hoping I didn't have to elaborate my gist.
 
"Ohhh ya!" he stressed the point, "If you weren't doing it with
somebody, well,  you were considered weird!" he chuckled, "Four
of us to a room, someone was bound to be horny. Or just go to the
showers and find somebody there to get it on with... just for
fun, ya know,... casual sex. It was no big deal because everyone
just thought of it as a temporary pastime. Didn't mean ya were
gay or anything."
 
"What about the school, I mean didn't they know what was
happening? I asked fascinated by his candidness.
 
Seth laughed out loud, "Hell ya, it's been going on for decades.
They know what goes on in the dorms, but they turn a blind eye
cuz it's better to have a bunch of boys fucking each other than
fighting each other!"
 
Good point, I thought. "So everyone did it?" I persisted, curious
as hell.
 
"I guess not everyone did, I don't know. Some guys did it for
protection,... ya know,... one cock to suck instead of several,
cuz rape was common with the newbies who refused to...; anyways,
enough about that, let's smoke another joint!"
 
There was so much more that I wanted to know, however Seth
abruptly ended any further discussion. He didn't appear to be
remorseful about his school exploits, nor did he seem to be
regretful of what he had done with me. It was more like he
clammed up to protect some kind of oath of secrecy into the all
male school social system that he once belonged to. Obviously,
Seth had not quite left behind the influence of his so called,
"temporary pastime" to re-join mainstream society where such
activity was considered immoral. Fucking me could be conceived as
just a dire need to stick his cock in any hole that was
available, the gay inference was on me for allowing it.

However, the blow-job he administered on me was anything but
sexual indifference in the heat of the moment. It was performed
expertly, knowingly and well beyond my wildest expectations that,
even as naively eager as I was to suck his cock, it wouldn't have
been near the erotic experience that he allowed me. I learned
from it, though. I would worship his genitals with a new
perspective on how it was to be administered and without
inhibitions.
 
My whole lurid thought process had me hard again. Seth looked
over between my legs, smiled and said, "Dude! Are those really
balls or are they a battery-pack for that jack-hammer cock of
yours?" he laughed before scurrying over between the seats to
retrieve another joint from his stash.
 
The sight of his ass was too much to resist. A split second
decision before I could change my mind knowing the moment would
be lost when Seth would have turned, my hands were spreading his
cheeks and my mouth was planted inside. A musty, sweaty manly
aroma intoxicated my senses, a gamble that I chanced before
the possibility of nausea ever crossed my mind. Seth was startled
at first, swiveling  his head with a look of sheer bewilderment
just as my tongue found its way inside his metallic tasting hole
that he clenched.
 
"Trevor!... Dude!... What the fuck are ya doing?" he gasped, but
soon succumbed to the crude assault and rested his head on his
arms atop the consul and purred like a kitten.
 
I fondled his suspended peach-pit sized testis and the silky soft
sack that housed them, amazed at their fluidity as they rolled
over and through my fingers. Adding his lifeless cock in my hand,
I stretched the package to close proximity of his ass-hole and
included them in an overall slobbery tongue basting. His rubbery
cock that was pulled beyond its limitations to as thin as my
baby-finger, slipped from my slimy grasp, but his orbs remained
tightly secured in the formed ring of my thumb and index-finer
and flared the protruding veins in a purple and red road-map like
design.
 
"Fuck me!" Seth called over his shoulder that I misinterpreted as
only a lustful exclamation of pleasure until he became frustrated
and rose from between the seats, located the Baby-oil an arm's
length away and tossed it back at me and saying, "I want ya to
fuck me, Trev!" before resuming his position between the seats
with his ass gyrating in anticipation. Feeling like an idiot, I
suddenly understood his intentions of my rock hard cock that I
feared would explode just by applying the lubricant.
 
I was literally trembling with excitement. I positioned myself
and blindly followed the trail of his crack with my dick until it
found its target. Not providing the same mercy that Seth gave me
at first, I pushed forth. Seth reared his head back and yelped a
cry of pain that was obviously caused by my inexperienced,
over-zealous penetration through a momentary barrier of slight
resistance, but thereafter, was forgiving and soon spread a
welcome passage through the warm cocoon.
 
I fucked him hard and deep much to his vocalized encouragement to
do so. Our mutual cries of celestial bliss that I was certain
could be heard well beyond the confines of our space
went uncaring, I watched as a small ceramic medallion of St.
Christopher; the Patron Saint of Travel, that my mother had
lovingly given me, swayed to and fro from the rear-view mirror as
I clung to both seat backs and drove him forward only to be met
by his reverse thrusts that seemed to finally prevent my cock
from complete removal from its confines and the few
frustrating delays in fumbling aimlessly to reinsert it. My hands
left the head-rests and grasped his hips to plummet myself fully
into the abyss just as another wonderful, but weakened orgasm
came over me.
 
I wanted to stay coupled together for a while longer as my cock
was stubborn to wither and retract from its nestage. I was
enamored with the warmth of being draped over him and the strong
manly scent that emanated from his pores that at any other time
past, I would have otherwise found somewhat noxious. The salty
taste of the nape of his neck was intoxicating that in the moment
of post orgasmic passion, my mouth had taken careless liberties
upon that exceeded Seth's boundaries and caused him bolt upright
on his knees forcing me backward with an accidental head pump to
my nose.
 
Seth apologized and inspected my nose that only smarted like the
dickens but didn't bleed. Producing the joint in the palm of his
hand and staring down at it, he joked, "Pot is a great pain
reliever that Dr. Seth is prescribing you to take three shotguns
of it before bed... and fuck me in the morning!" he laughed,
reaching for, and squeezing my semi-hard cock. "That was a great
fuck, Trevor. But let's not advertise it on the back of my neck,
okay?"
 
I felt small. The thought of planting a hickey on his neck was
not a conscious motive, but I saw no reason to argue otherwise.
"Sorry, just got carried away, I guess." I acknowledged the
friendly warning. I didn't have to be told that I was a worthy
lover, or more to the point being stressed by Seth, a
co-sodomite! Lover was too strong a word. It implied so much more
than raw, casual sex. How easy it would be to fall in love with
him. Hell,... who was I kidding, I was in fact falling in love
with him!
 
Both sitting in middle of the bed, Seth pulled me into him and
wrapped his legs around my waist and lit the joint. The intimacy
of the gesture confused the hell out of me and when he placed his
arm around my neck and slowly brought his lips forward to meet
mine our eyes locked for a fleeting moment and some kind of
mental-telepathy was exchanged before our mouths locked and the
tip of our tongues touched. It all happened so fast as the sweet
smelling smoke was quickly exchanged and our tongues rolled over
the others. Our arms held us secured and hands caressed the
others back, neck and hair. My first real kiss was as erotic as
anything else so wonderfully experienced that night.
 
Seth broke away suddenly, lit the joint and and laid down with an
arm tucked under his head offering me the cigarette. His demeanor
had changed from romantic to distant apathy although his
semi-hard cock indicated that he had enjoyed our brief intimate
interlude. I was in no position to analyze his change of heart
other than perhaps wondering if he was battling his own demons
and denying any implications of intimacy. What he did with boys
for four years was supposed to be left at the door on the way
out. A way of life that was to be quickly forgotten and
never practiced again. Maybe he couldn't let it go but still
trying to maintain the very strange protective pretense that
intimacy seemed to be the incriminating greater of all evils. I
knew one thing for sure, I came to terms with my born sexuality
that night. I was undeniably gay and Seth refused to acknowledge
that he too, might be. Time would tell.
 
to be continued . . .

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