We laid naked side by side in silence smoking weed. Rain drops
began to pitter-patter the roof and increased in velocity to a
steady shower followed by thunder rumbling in the distance and
accompanied by periodic flashes of lightening that illuminated
the van's interior well beyond the battery powered overhead lamp
that was rapidly dimming from over use.

"Let's go swimming!" Seth excitedly broke the monotony of silence
and was on his feet with me in pursuit, stopping to haul a
stirring and bewildered, Tim to his feet whom we both supported
and led the dazed teen down to the beach into the welcome cool
water. Tim came alive. playfully  joining in to our horse-play
and in chest high water attempting a piggy-back with me atop
Seth's shoulders and Tim futilely trying to climb atop me only to
result in Seth buckling under the weight and all of us crashing
down and surfacing in hysterics.

The rain came down in torrents and the lightening became frequent
casting a daylight-like strobe effect as far as the eye could
see. Loud overhead cracks of thunder sent us scurrying from the
beach and into the protection of the van. Taking turns drying
ourselves with the only dry towel that I could find, each ceded
his space in the narrow rear confines and assumed a seated
position atop the bed taking a vodka-cooler that Tim thoughtfully
procured a six pack from the girls personal stash that Tammy made
perfectly clear to everyone, wasn't for guy consumption.

Another joint liberally produced by Seth along with Ecstasy
offered  and eagerly accepted by Tim, we sat in a circle knee to
knee. My earlier fantasy of the exact same scenario flashed
through my mind except that Mike wasn't present for the reality
version. Tim's five-inch cock hung between the vee formed crease
of his equally long chestnut weighted sack like a ballpark-frank
in a bun waiting for mustard and relish. Seth first shotgunned
Tim and the sight of the two naked teens in a lip lock exchange
of the narcotic made my cock inflate to half-mast as innocent as
the  transfer necessitated.

Making idle chit-chat or a long while as the rain battered a
deafening roar upon the van, we remained in the same position and
drank the sweet fruity coolers that my thirst found satisfying.
The ceiling light was barely aglow and needed a fresh battery but
the steady lightening flares illuminated the interior and its
occupants enhancing the serene aphrodisiac like aura that I
sensed was unanimous as we frequently groped ourselves to
noticeable semi-erections as the conversation waned to a silence.

Seth broke the ice and asked Tim, "So... you going back to your
tent to try and make up with Tammy? She's probably scared of the
storm about now and has forgiven whatever it is ya did... wrong."

"Nah, she's pissed off at me for drinking too much... but we've
been on the outs for a few weeks now." he said sadly, then
chuckled pulling on his cock, "Anyway,...as horny as I am, I
ain't gonna get laid, that's for sure! Think I'll just crash in
my car and listen to some tunes."

I was being selfish in not readily offering him to stay with Seth
and me. Not only that it would have been cramped, but I
desperately wanted my first taste of hard cock and savor Seth's
beautifully displayed semi that he was fondling while enticingly
stared at me with a cocky look.

"Awful waste of the love-drug, Tim." Seth remarked, reverting his
gaze upon Tim's crotch and back at mine. "All of us are horny,
dude! --Why not stay here with Trevor and me and... help each
other out?"

Seth reached both hands forward and shockingly took Tim's and my
cock into the palm of his hands. Tim's only reaction was to close
his eyes and swallow hard, allowing Seth to fondle his quick to
respond cock to a full, mouth-watering seven inches of  thick
Italian sausage complete with the curvature. The blood drained
from my face and despite the humidity, a chill shivered my body.
It wasn't another fantasy illusion when I reached to join Seth's
hand and assist him in the manipulation of Tim's manhood, holding
my breath anticipating that at any moment Tim would come to his
senses and make a hasty exit. Even when Tim reciprocated and took
Seth's and my cock in hand, I thought the moment would soon end.

The ceiling light finally succumbed and mother nature's own
spectacular fireworks cast a black and white, strobe like
slow-motion effect as a tandem effort of  joined hands was seen
engaged in a three-way fervor of mutual masturbation. Tim's long
meaty cock was so different than Seth's thinner, five inch, bony
erection that, unseen until then, felt much larger when it was up
my ass! Not that I was in any way preferring one over the other,
both teens held my lustful eye.

Seth went down on Tim and began to perform his magic. Tim laid
back supported on his elbows peering down and moaned his
pleasure, "It's been a long time, dude! --Even better than
you..." Tim suddenly hesitated and looked over at me, not
competing his statement. I wondered if there was a naughty secret
between them that he almost divulged. After I thought about it,
that would explain Seth's casual approach and ease in seducing
Tim.

Seth paused his attack on Tim's glistening, saliva covered cock
and motioned me forward to join him. Cheek to cheek, Seth aimed
the cock to my eager lips. My tongue swiped over the large crown
tasting the sweetness of what I knew to be pre-cum that flowed
down between the gap of his circumcision. Sucking just the head
secured between my lips, the tip of my tongue prodded the wide
expanse and source of the ample nectar that my fist eagerly
squeezed forth from his shaft. I fucking loved the taste of it
and prayed that the mother-lode would be as delectable as the
sample. My mind was made up regardless, the erotic thought of
inciting another guy's orgasm was one thing, but then to be
rewarded with, and ingest his most valuable masculine commodity
was a huge turn on for me.

My mouth took more of the metallic tasting cock and my lips
applied pressure to the doughy texture, feeling the cartilage
bone encased in his remarkably fat organ. Flesh gathered between
the tight confines of my lips and hand that glided in saliva
slick unison with my mouth at a steady tempo. I found a comfort
level of about five inches stuffed in my mouth using my busy hand
as a barrier to prevent gagging myself in excited passion.
Pausing occasionally to replenish air and not to waste a moment
of my desire, I licked his heavy balls while I caught my breath.
Tim's coarse pubic hair grew sporadic on his sack that certainly
wasn't as appetizing as Seth's smooth scrotum. The odd strand
dislodged that I had to pick off my tongue a few times. A thicker
dark trail led into his crack that dissuaded me from treating him
to a tongue-fuck.

Seth's earlier, hands-on tutorial on the fine art of pleasuring
another guy certainly benefited my apprenticeship and allowed me
to master my own technique. It was as if sucking cock came
naturally to me by some kind of mortal instinct, or immoral
instinct! Seth may very well have been hiding his homosexual
tendencies under the guise of temporary sexual gratification
widely and indiscriminately practiced at that all boy-school, but
he obviously hadn't left it at the door on the way out! His
enthusiasm as we took turns devouring Tim's genitals spoke
volumes to the contrary; he was as queer as I came to realize I
was or he was bisexual, but either way, in denial of his true
nature.

Seth positioned himself in a sixty-nine with his slender erect
cock pointing into Tim's armpit who had laid back in comfort with
his head resting on his arms enjoying the tandem blow-job with
throaty coos and grunts. My gaze never left the scene ahead
wondering if Tim would take the blatant hint. He stared at it for
a few moments before his left hand crossed his chest pausing to
spit in it and proceeded to wrap it around Seth's cock and jerk
him off. I was beyond shock at Tim's reaction, never in a million
years would I have believed it, but my eyes were not deceiving
me! Especially what followed next.

Seth laughed and said, "Come on, Timmy,... this time a hand-job
ain't gonna cut it while ya get yer cock sucked!"

The key words that struck me were, "this time," confirming my
suspicions that they had played around in the past. Seth lifted
his left leg over Tim's head and brought his hip forward for
easier access. I was frozen with in uncertainty of events. After
a brief expression of disgust that turned to fear, he craned his
neck to face the challenge, hesitated a moment. Like slow motion,
I watched him lift the cock to his lips!

"What the fuck, blame it on the Ex!" he surrendered, "If anyone
of you ever tell anyone 'bout this... I swear, I'll..." Not
finishing his idle threat and preposterously lame fear, he closed
his eyes tight, opened his mouth, paused to relay another stern
condition, "Just don't cum in my mouth!" and accepted about three
inches that he loudly slurped and gagged in good humored
exaggeration.

Seth jokingly replied, "Don't worry, seeing that this is your
first blow-job... well, --I'll be kind and give ya a half-second
warning!" The ice was broken as we all giggled. Suddenly we were
all on an equal playing-field, absolving us of any potential
sober, postmortem blues and humiliation that I had actually
considered.

We soon were on our sides in a three-way, triangle-like position
with Seth sucking me off. I surmised that he wasn't really
enjoying Tim's, less than enthusiastic, approach judging by his
flinches and minor complaints of teeth scrapings that he took in
stride. Tim had cock in his mouth and that's all that really
mattered to me, and being pretty certain he was going to be the
first to cum and presumably, loose even more desire, I looked
forward to finishing off Seth, who was an esprit cock-sucker, but
I doubted a third orgasm was in the near future for me.
Nonetheless, I learned that orgasm wasn't the end-all of
pleasure, but more of a sad, grand-finale to the great
experience!

As predicted, Tim succumbed to my overzealous oral stimulation.
The first clear indication was when his body convulsed, followed
by his dick that pulsed and released snot-like jism that tasted 
salty and bitter with a hint of bleach, nothing like his sweet
precum. I wasn't complaining about the unexpected potency that I
tried to swallow while applying a vacuum suction with my mouth in
motion like a V-8 engine piston, discovering that the two
physical acts were next to impossible to achieve and simply
letting it gather on the back of my tongue and upper palate that
I swear I could smell the odor assaulting my nostrils from
within!

Tim's load was much greater than I expected, based on my own
ejaculates. When I was satisfied that I had sucked the last
residual drop from the wilting root and being discouraged by his
hand on my forehead to forgo my lock on the meat, I came up
gasping for air and choked on the accumulated mass that I
inadvertently inhaled along with the oxygen! It burned my throat
and entered my nasal passages sending me in to a sneezing fit
that also burned exiting my nose combined with mucus and flowed
down to my lips sending both teens into hysterical laughter!

Facing my slight embarrassment, I stuck out my tongue as far as I
could reach and swiped my upper lip and said, "Ummm, good to the
last drop!" grossing Tim out in the process, Seth only chuckled
under his breath. However, I did get to swallow a good portion
that had the same consistency of a raw oyster that my dad dared
me to ingest one time with the same basic response! Focusing my
sight on Seth's glistening cock, I crawled atop him and we went
at it with Tim looking on with a smile, probably thankful that he
was let off the hook.

There was no ball play other than grasping the others nuts in an
almost painful but pleasurable stretching. Nor was there a need
to use a hand, it was strictly mutual mouth and tongue action,
each intent on selfish, animal like ferociousness driving our
cocks in and out of sealed mouths in a face fuck that Seth ceded
to in short order, spewing his creamy, shockingly sweeter cum
into my mouth that fully engulfed to the base with my nose buried
between his two testicles that bulged taught and veiny over my
thumb and index-finger.

Seth carried on sucking me, but with less vigor that I knew was a
futile attempt to re-pay the favor and take me to orgasm. I'd had
all the pleasure that a boy could want already, my needs were
inconsequential and I rolled off him exhausted. I was positive
that we had only just began a sexual relationship, maybe... I
mean if he was gay, we could be boyfriends one day. I could
easily have fallen in love with him, hell, I thought I was
already! I even tried to formulate my coming out speech to my
parents. No, not quite yet because it occurred to me that any
hope of sleepovers would be thwarted the same as if I wanted a
girlfriend to sleep in my bed! I shook my head of the over
presumptuous thoughts and laughed at my foolishness.

Laying on backs and staring at the ceiling that daybreak had
snuck up and cast a dim, but legible view of the surroundings,
Tim's voice brought me back to reality, "This giving a blow-job
thing ain't all that bad, really!

Seth snickered and replied, "Tim... that wasn't a blow-job. To be
honest, it was like sticking my cock in a meat grinder!"

"Oh really...?" he countered smugly, "Be that way then, I thought
I did a smash up job for my first time."

Seth laughed, "Yeah, ya do get and 'A' for effort, I guess!"

"Fuck that, asshole. An  'A+' so sure!"

"Trevor gets an 'A+' cuz he made me cum,... fuck-for-brains!"

"Not my fuckin' fault it takes ya forever to work up a load in
those puny balls of yours!"

"Least I didn't try and drown him in what yer abnormal bull sized
balls produce;... and that horse cock!"

"Ya never complained before when I allowed you to fag me off; you
lapped it up like a hungry puppy wanting more, or begging me to
fuck yer fagot ass with my so called, "horse cock" that made you
squeal like the little fucking piggy that you are!"

They're friendly sparring banter back and forth was a welcome
relief. Nobody was anxious or ashamed by what they did. The taste
of what I did still lingered in my mouth. My curiosity got the
better of me and I blurted out, "You guys used to fool around?" I
asked, in more of a statement than a question.

Tim looked at Seth, "Go ahead, obviously we have nothing to hide
from him! I'm going to steal more coolers from the bitch!"

Tim confided that when they were fourteen during his first summer
home from the academy he had formed the logical impression that
all boys had casual sex, no big deal. Mike, Tim and he had gotten
into Mike's dads' home make wine still fermenting in plastic
garbage cans that I could relate to indulging in. We had often
got buzzed on the "white lightening," as we referred to it, and
because our consumption was hardly detectable as missing from the
big vats, the chances of getting caught were minimal.

Mike's basement rumpus room had regularly served as our place to
crash in sleeping bags. Anyway, they got drunk and stared at
porno mags that Tim had found helping to clean out his dead
grandpa's house and smuggled away the shopping bag full. The
topic of blow-jobs naturally arose as well as cocks.
Indiscriminate solo masturbation within sleeping bags became
evident to Seth who offered his experience to the less fortunate,
naive to the buddy system, Mike and Tim.

Mike was aghast at the offer of a blow-job from a guy, whereas
Tim, the adventurer, was curious and horny enough to take Seth up
on his offer later when Mike fell asleep. According to Seth, he
and Tim discretely found opportunities for the next two summers
and at some point had escalated to anal sex and being caught in
the act by Mike.

Tim hadn't returned with the pilfered coolers, probably taking a
piss that I wasn't shy about getting up and urinating in the
small sink and asking, "He never... like... returned the favor?"

"Nope, he'd only jerk me off,... and once he got a taste of
it,... fucked me every chance he got! --After Mike caught us
doing it when he woke up one night and went ballistic, well...
that was the end. Mike didn't put any blame on Tim, but lambasted
me! --He never mentioned it again, but never treated me the same
ever since." Seth recounted with sorrow just as Tim entered
soaking wet with three bottles precariously tucked under each
armpit that I relieved him of to dry himself off.

The head of the bed was too narrow for the three of us to sit
comfortably, we decided that we would sleep cross-wise when the
time came. Our legs might hang over the edge if knees weren't
bent, but it was surely a much more spacious, manly arrangement
than the alternative of snuggling together, which I desperately
wanted to do with Seth. My mind wandered again. We were embraced
with arms each other, hands caressing our backs,  face to face,
nose to nose. Our eyes locked on the others with just the tips of
our tongues extended, playfully teasing each other and giggling
like elementary school girls.

"Holy fuck, it's hot in here!" Tim cried, "Don't ya have air
conditioning, Trev?" startling me from my happy place.

"No he doesn't, but we'll both blow on ya if ya want!" Seth
sarcastically proposed.

"Ha-ha, ass wipe!" was the reply. "Let's go for a dip in the lake
again!" he suggested, and without hesitation, we followed his
bare ass out the van and ran down to the beach getting soaked
from the warm rain well before we dove into the refreshing,
invigorating cool water. Time elapsed our consciousness and
daybreak suddenly evolved well after we swam out to the raft and
got carried away doing cannon-balls or diving to the depths in
search of more fresh water clams that Seth discovered, but
quickly discarded when we realized that we had no way to
transport them back to shore. It was a good idea at the time but
we agreed, who the fuck wanted to steam and eat them anyway!

Uninhibited by our nudity, even though a family of two young
boys, mother and father, ate breakfast under the protective
awning of their motor-home within viewing range, we frolicked
carefree wrestling for superiority atop the raft striving to push
each other off the edge. In the end, bigger and stronger, Tim,
was the winner but not without a valiant effort by Seth and me.
He howled and did the chicken dance with his thumbs under his
pits that I swear I heard the family audience roaring in laughter
at his antics.

Back inside the oven-like confines of the van, we soon crashed.
The constant patter of rain on the roof was tranquil and despite
the in-climate weather, the birds chirped away happily in a
constant, repetitious choir. Seth was fast asleep laying between
Tim and I with his legs hanging over the bed and feet planted on
the floor. Tim turned over facing away from us and was soon
breathing heavy in his own deep slumber. It had been the night of
my life, an awakening to the rest of my life.

I took the liberty of spreading the sheet on us, a habitual quirk
of mine, unable to sleep without a cover. Taking a risky
advantage, I rolled on my side and placed my head on Seth's
shoulder and my arm atop his chest with my hand gingerly
caressing the nape of his neck and ear, pretending that we were
lovers. I had never felt true love before, but I knew without a
doubt it was one sided, emotions would never be reciprocated.

The three of us slept well past noon, easy to do because the
weather was dark and gloomy with scattered showers and the fact
that we had only crashed at daybreak. It was the sound of the van
door opening and someone stepping inside that startled me awake.
Mike stood at the bedside looking down at the scene with beaming
smile and sniffing the air.

"Smells like a fucking locker room in here. Hey,... fuck heads! 
Are you guys going to sleep the whole day away?" he asked and
swiped the sheet off our naked bodies, loosing his smile to a
look of bewilderment. "What the... you guys slept naked
together?"

Apparently we hadn't moved a muscle in our several hours of sleep
and I wasn't quick enough removing myself from cuddling Seth, who
also pulled away with a look of confusion. Tim cursed Mike for
the rude awakening and rolled over to return to his slumber.
Mike's eyes focused on the uncapped bottle of baby-oil laying in
the bed and picked it up then scanned our guilty faces that
probably concluded his suspicions.

Gazing at me, he accusingly asked, "So... Did you and Timmy
gang-bang the boys-school ferry all night? Bet ya got yer cocks
sucked, too?"

Seth lowered his head in shame or hurt, perhaps both. That
comment got Tim's attention and he bolted upright. "What the fuck
are you talking about, asshole?"

Mike tossed the baby-oil at Tim, "I caught ya once before giving
to him, I let it go as just another one of yer stupid moments!"
Mike defamed, "But if ya wanna be a fudge-packer..."

Tim dove at Mike and the two teens fell to the floor in a crash
with Tim kneeling on Mikes chest and his hands holding him down
by the shoulders, screaming at his best friend, "Ya wanna sniff
my dick, Mikey?... Do ya?... Come on, do ya?"

"I...I'm sorry, dude!... Okay? Now get off me, asshole!" Mike
struggled to get up, but Tim held him in place.

"Remember when we were twelve, Mike? We'd jerk off together and
you couldn't make cum yet, but I could. Remember how you would
jerk me off just to see it squirt out? You'd sniff the goo off
your fingers? And then all the times after when you could finally
cum and we'd jerk off together?" Tim had calmed down to a dull
roar, Mike was red as a beat, "Remember the one time we got drunk
on yer daddy's hooch and we laid side by side with out cocks
mashed together in our hands and fucked each others hands! Now
don't ya think that was a tad on the queer side, Mikey?" Tim
lifted him then shoved his down before rising  to his feet.

Mike didn't know when to shut up and retorted, "That only
happened once, and it was your fucking idea. And I wouldn't do it
anymore when you wanted to!"

"Guess what, Mike? Here's a news flash, I think I'm bisexual! And
to answer your earlier question? No, Seth didn't suck my cock...
I sucked his! Satisfied now?"

I couldn't believe Tim's candid honesty. I loved him for
defending Seth and outing himself as bisexual in the process.
That took guts! He never said a word about my sucking his cock,
protecting my dignity at his own expense. Mike looked up at Tim
astonished and remained speechless.

I had to do something, I couldn't let Tim take on the burden by
himself and sent Mike for another loop when I confessed, "Here's
another shocker for ya!" I fumbled for the words to come out, but
there was no taking it back, "I... I'm gay, Mike! I've hid it for
a long time now."

"So... so am I, Mike!" Seth outed himself, "I think I swing both
ways, maybe even gay, too! The jury's still out on that one. But
I guess either way, it's not a shocker to you."

He peered between his knees shaking his head in disbelief and
said, "You've all gone nuts! My best friends... guess ya never
really know someone, do ya?"

Tim laid back down, pulled the sheet over his waist and rolled
over, clearly indicating that his conversation with Mike was
over.

Seth piped up, "So I guess that you are going to disown your
friends now. Personally, I don't give a shit about myself cuz ya
disowned me a long time ago!"

"I'm really sorry, okay? I mean... it's a shock. I promise I
won't say a word to anyone." Mike apologized and and hauled
himself to his feet. Chuckling, he said, "Just don't ask me to
take off my clothes and join you guys, okay?" We all laughed at
his humor, including Tim. "Who knows,... maybe I'm missing out on
something?"

"Well, if ya ever want to try it, just let me know, pal!" Tim
joked, his back to everyone.

"What I came to tell ya Tim, the girls want to go home. The radio
says this weather is locked in for a few days and both our tents
are leaking."

Tim replied without emotion, "Good riddance! Take Tammy with ya
cuz I'm staying here with my friends."

"That's already arranged, cuz she doesn't want to drive home with
you anyway! Fuck... is she pissed at you. She threw all your
clothes out into the rain!"

"That's okay, I won't be needing any clothes this weekend. I'm
gonna stay drunk and stoned and fuck my brains out. You're
welcome to stay, ya know. Nobody's going to rape ya!"

"Nah, I gotta go with Marnie,... she'd get lost and never even
find her way out of the campground!"

"She's an air-head and you're pussy-whipped and Tammy's a fucking
bitch and they're both fucking control freaks!" Tim rattled,
still not making face contact. "Between Seth, Trev and me, we'll
manage to pack up all the shit and take it home. Leave the food
and booze, especially the booze. Don't let that cunt take it away
in spite. She thinks I'm an alcoholic, so she may try to just to
piss me off!"

"I'll leave ya's mine, too. Ya never know... you guys may come to
your senses and find some horny girl to fuck!" Mike sarcastically
jested, adding, "Which reminds me, were you really serious last
night when you wanted us to share Tammy and Marnie in an orgy?
That was a low blow to think that.

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mikey; but it was Marnie that
put that thought in our heads. She groped Seth and me in the lake
when you were busy dunking and frolicking with Tammy! I thought
we were all horny and in the mood from the Ecstasy."

I should have minded my own business, but relayed more
incriminating slander, "You must be blind or stupid not noticing
how she was drooling over Seth when we were sitting on the beach
yesterday afternoon!"

"That's probably because he always thought Seth was gay and
didn't notice... or ignored it." Tim surmised.

"Fuck off!... She was probably just fooling around then!"

"Ohhh yeah, key words! She wanted to fool around alright, I'd
keep a close eye on her if I was you, Mike!" Tim warned.

I thought for sure another physical altercation would erupt. I
felt sorry for Mike, it was like we were ganging up on him.
However the truth hurts sometimes.

Mike turned and stormed out of the van and scathed, "Hope you
guys get fucking aids!"

Tim yelled after him, "If I was you, I'd be more worried about
getting the clap from her eventually!"

It was a spiteful roller-coaster of emotions. Hurtful words were
exchanged, then a peace treaty seemed to calm the waters, then
right back to bitterness. Maybe even irreconcilable hate between
the life long buddies! I felt somehow responsible for everything,
even fueling the fire towards the end reinforcing Tim's
insinuation that Marnie was a flirt, a cock-teaser! I wasn't the
only one feeling the brunt of it all.

Seth got out of bed and searched for his clothes among mine that
were tucked away under the bed and began dressing. Tears rolled
down his cheeks and he sobbed. I hated seeing him cry that sent
me into a slobbering mess and asking what he was doing.

"I've caused enough damage,... I'm leaving, too!"

"Let's all just go home, then! I agreed.

Tim shot up to see what was happening, "Dudes... like, what are
ya doing?"

"It's all my fault and I'm sorry!" Seth cried.

Tim jumped out of bed and lifted the slighter built teen with
ease and tossed him onto the bed and struggled to remove his
half-pulled up Jeans, socks and underwear laughing the whole
time, finally saying, "You ain't go'in nowhere, don't be an
idiot! You haven't done anything wrong so... chill out, dude!
I'll fucking tie ya up if I have to... not that that's a bad
idea, kinda kinky, don't ya think?"

Who could argue after that comment, Seth relaxed and Tim did the
most wonderful thing. Full of surprises that day, he first held
Seth tight in his arms and wiped away the tears from his face in
great exaggerated strokes of his tongue! Noticing me sniveling,
he grabbed my neck and forced me down, shoving Seth's and my
heads together and grossly licked both our faces followed by
wet-willies in our ears that had us laughing and trying to escape
his stronger hold.

We heard the three car doors slam and Mike's car start and peel
away, tossing gravel behind in it's wake. The mood in the van
turned solemn again, but Tim was soon to shed a positive light in
saying, "Thank God they're gone, lets have a cocktail and eat
something, I'm starved!"

Needing to piss, we stood in the pouring rain at the side of the
van and let loose that ended up in a childish sword fight
instigated by Tim. A battle of the cocks ensued spraying each
other until the last man stood streaming, Tim of course! His fire
hose continued to stream as he chased us around the campsite,
finally petering out and dropping on is stomach in a mud puddle
that was too hard to resist in joining him and wrestling in the
muck.

Caked head to toe in slimy grime, we grappled and rolled around
and laughed like I had never laughed before. Exhausted, we
sprawled out in the mud-sty, catching our breaths. The sight of
three  teens covered in mud to any passerby who may inadvertently
stumble across our semi-secluded haven, wouldn't even notice our
camouflaged nude bodies!

Discussed and mutually agreed,  there was only one way to
thoroughly cleanse our bodies and that was to run naked to the
beach in the reduced visibility, confident that no other campers
would venture outside their dwellings in the sudden torrential
downpour. We were wrong! Two boys of about nine or ten watched in
awe as we ran by them and plunged into the lake. To their
imaginative impressions, we were three monsters and they dropped
their shovels and pails, screamed, and ran down the beach out of
sight. The ironical thing was, they each wore two large green
garbage bags that some weird, over protective parent had cut head
and arm holes into the makeshift rain-coats and sent the kids out
to play!

Each of us noticing that peculiar garb, we howled and pointed,
falling over in the sand in hysterics, probably scaring the kids
even more! That episode never failed to send us into laughter
when one or the other mentioned it over the weekend. I made
mention that, "it's something air-head Marnie would do!" Tim
countered, "I'm surprised their mom didn't add a  plastic
7-Eleven bag to keep their heads dry, too!"

I was learning a lot that weekend, like one of the things was not
to fry bacon in the nude over the van's propane stove!  Of
course, they had fun with my plight as I danced around the floor
in circles enduring bee-sting like spatters of grease, but bound
and determined to make Tim and Seth a nice breakfast that in the
end, was awesomely appreciated. Being three-o'clock in the
afternoon we argued that it wasn't breakfast, nor was it brunch,
and settled on naming it lunper, lunch/supper!  Appropriate for
the occasion, pre-mixed vodka-orange juice complimented the meal
and went down smooth and plentiful well after lunper.

We danced on our knees atop the bed to the likes of  U-2,
Santana, Queen and of course, Elton John, whom we decided was our
official 'patron-saint' for the long-weekend! "Don't let your son
go down on me" was our official improvised theme song that we
sang chorus to while feeling each other up. Tim teased as he
searched though my vast music collection asking where my Donna
Summer, Madonna, Bette Midler or Cher and show-tune music was and
thus, I wasn't a very good gay boy if I didn't own any! He got a
punch in the arm in retaliation.

Seth insisted that it was illegal to not smoke pot while
listening to the tunes of Bob Marley. Who were we to argue with
the law and indulged ourselves. Unlike the numerous times before,
Seth slipped his tongue in my mouth. My first real kiss that I
thought would be brief and hidden from Tim became passionately
arousing.

"Get a room!" Tim snickered, "Oh right,... this is your room."

Seth broke the embrace, peered into my eyes and smiled, "I
couldn't resist, I never kissed anyone before, either!"

"You guys make a nice couple," Tim said facetiously, "but you're
wasting away that joint and Bob Marley will be pissed.... And
don't you dare slip me the tongue next!"

"Don't worry, your not my type, Timmy." Seth joked, "I only like
younger guys who's dicks don't smell like fish!"

"Oh right!... How silly of me, you only like dicks that smell
like shit!" Tim scoffed, "So let's take care of that incidental,
bum-boy!"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, donkey-dick!"

The fun banter ceased and the last of the pot was orally
exchanged between Seth and Tim. As Tim fell backward, Seth
followed the momentum taking the limp meat in his mouth. I
debated whether to assist Seth to stimulate the cock into full
erection and readiness for fucking him or face plunge into his
tiny pink hole already in position that I could swear was winking
at me. How it would ever accept Tim's rather wide girth member
being forced inside the fragile looking wrinkled folds seemed
impossible to me, even though I knew that they had done the nasty
in the past. The least I could do was prepare it for him, but on
the other hand, Tim may expect the same benefit at some point.
The memory of his hairy ass-hole made me rethink the idea and
instead, I opted to lay with my head insert between Seth's thighs
and suck him.

The uncomfortably tight enclosure limited my ability to do
anything more than take it in my mouth and hope that I didn't gag
when he began to slowly face fuck me. However, it was a only
temporary arrangement and a few minutes later Seth shuffled over
top of me and into a sixty-nine, engulfed my cock. I had a clear
view of Tim lubricating and bending over Seth's back fumbling
with his shiny fuck pole  to find its mark that I was happy
wasn't seeking entry into my pud!

Not that I thought he needed any help, I relieved him of the
effort and guided the acorn-like head to the pinched gateway into
Seth's body that on contact, caused him to shutter with a loud
muffled moan that vibrated a keen sensation through my dick.
Holding the slick cock, I watched Seth's lips envelope and accept
the intrusion until it had sufficiently planted itself to forge
ahead and shifted my hand to the two pairs of testicles swaying
and closing the distance between each other and a sight to
behold!

Unable to see Seth, I could assume that the release of my cock
from his mouth was in order to rear his head to wail the barrage
of breathless, guttural  profanities. Meanwhile, Tim held Seth's
hips so tight that his knuckles whitened and tendons and veins
bulged forth, grunting in boisterous inhalations and exhales
ramming the final inches home to a final sigh. Loose flesh had
pushed back and gathered at the base of his chubby cock meeting
Seth's stretched and reddened rectum.

Both teens calmed, but heavy respiratory gasps resonated the
quiet. Music had long since silenced and the rain subsided to a
light ping dripping from the saturated overhead trees. Seth's
cock had deflated to an abnormally small, wrinkled accordion-like
prune size and shape that an inch long string of precum dangled
from. Turtle-like, the glans expanded and receded from his pubic
bone as Tim slowly began to fuck him. Their equally proportioned
balls swayed and slapped against the others as Tim's rhythmic
motion increased with passion thrusting into Seth's ass that was
timely met in a unified, ever lengthening, merciless deep plunge
forward.

Listening to the druthers of cries, squeals and erotic gasps, and
in the oblivious heat of the moment, I lifted and twisted my head
to cradle the under side of Tim's shaft at his scrotum and let it
piston over my suctioning mouth and lapping tongue. The pungent
odor and slimy taste soon made me regret my eagerness to
participate in such an unhygienic manner, rather, I basted the
swaying testicles trying to capture one in my mouth.

Seth returned my cock to the cozy warmth of his mouth and never
missed a beat abiding the relentless onslaught to his guygina, a
descriptive word I came up with that I thought was not only
humorous, but appropriately summed up. How he could possibly
enjoy what I considered to be borderline abusive treatment by
Tim's malicious ramrodding, my astonishment was compounded
ten-fold when I witnessed four pearly white cords eject from the
slit of the barely firm dick onto my neck and chin. Seth had cum
without the help of hand or mouth on my behalf that I would learn
later was sometimes internally induced during anal sex, kind of
like a wet dream happens.

Tim took his final plunge and screamed out in orgasmic ecstasy
applying shorter strokes as he drained the final ejaculates into
Seth's bowels and immediately dislodge himself and rolled onto
his side leaving a gaping black hole surrounded by a cherry-red
rash. Seconds later, a tawny colored drool oozed from the gap and
down his scrotum that I wanted no further visuals of. Overall, It
was a great pornographic performance but the ending sucked and so
did my blow-job.

"Oh fuck!" Seth winced and scrambled out of bed and darted for
the door with a hand cupped between his legs. It was hilarious
watching him squat in a cluster of bushes.

Tim looked at me and said, "Well, ya know the old gay
expression,... shit happens sometimes!"

"Yeah, I suppose." I countered, "Ya literally fucked the shit out
of him, didn't ya!"

Seth wrapped his waist in one of the wet towels that  hung from a
tree in futile effort to dry, grabbed his toiletry bag and
started to make his way to the shower facilities located a
quarter-mile down the road. Tim and me agreed that a hot shower
was a novel idea, donning our own soggy, heavy towels we cough up
to him. We could have drove the short distance, but neither Tim
or Seth cared much to have their upholstery subjected to wet
asses. A fair number of the campsites along the road had been
vacated and we made mental notes of which ones had precious
firewood abandoned in their haste to flee the weather, that
later, we could collect on our return trip.

Three bathing--suit clad boys of around eleven, were the only
other occupants and had engaged themselves in a boisterous towel
snapping war in the change room. The looks on their fresh faces
as we dropped our towels on a  bench and rifled through our
toiletries for soap and shampoo sent them into school-girl
giggling fits and pointing at our junk.

"You guys have nothing on!" screamed a blond kid, the biggest of
the three.

Tim answered, "We were wearing towels, what's it to ya?"

"Only queers take showers together naked." he said, and flicked
his towel at Tim that caused a melee of towel whippings; them
against us! Painful squeals and screams reverberated from the
tiled confines. It was all in joint fun and the boys being
overpowered, soon admitted to defeat, cowering in a corner.

Not to be outdone and being poor losers, they attacked us from
behind in the shower with lightening speed and agility, turning
off the cold water taps and scalding us, and running away with us
in hot pursuit.

"Little fucking cock-suckers!" Tim screamed. We chased after them
but the little brats knew we wouldn't pursue further than the
washroom exit. With that assurance, they kept up their antics
re-entering as far as they dared and calling us fags and homos.
We only had to fake a menacing step forward, to send them
running. Not giving up, they began throwing wet paper towel balls
at us, and the last straw was shutting off the lights.

Tim, never one to be duped, hid behind the entry wall and when
they stepped in again, he nabbed the instigator and carried him
underarm into the showers. Seth joined him and each secured a
wrist, stretching the squirming kid's arms and held him under an
ice-cold, needle piercing spray. The other two boys cautiously
stood a safe distance away ready to flee at a second's notice and
laughed at their friend's humiliation.

"We outta strip the little fucker!" Seth idly threatened, causing
the kid to squirm even harder. "Let's hold him down on his knees
and make him suck Trevor's cock!"

Figuring the boy had had enough, Tim and Seth released him to
freedom, he turned and cursed, "Fucking fagots!" and ran, shoving
his two unsympathetic cohorts out of his way. Seth, Tim and I
doubled over in laughter gloating in having gained the upper hand
when the kid's hadn't returned. Until, that is, we finished our
showers and discovered the little fucks had taken out towels!

Still daylight, we would have to run the gauntlet of campers
having dinner at picnic tables, readying their fires for the
evening's enjoyment or just chilling in lawn-chairs hoping
mother-nature was giving them a temporary reprieve. Couples held
hands in leisurely walks of their dogs, children rode their
bikes, and all bore witness to three naked teens streaking past
their dumbfounded eyes. I swear I seen mothers shielding
children, people running to the road to re-enforce their
skepticism, pedestrian traffic yielding to give a wide berth and
sounding cheers of encouragement or cries of dismay echoing in
our wake!

Back inside the musky, humidity laden van catching our breaths,
Seth set about preparing several joints for the convenience of
having on demand when the mood struck. Tim sat propped against
the wall selecting music and I fussed with tidying up.

"Fucking little pukes," Seth admonished, "We should have
gang-banged the little fucker!" I was beginning to wonder if Seth
wasn't just kidding or in fact he was indeed a pedophile!

Seth began to laugh, "Come on,... ya gotta admit it was a
brilliant counter attack! No doubt the shits watched us from
somewhere and pissed their pants laughing."

"That was fucking embarrassing. I wouldn't be surprised if the
park-warden shows up any minute now." I mentioned.

"Fuck!... You two dudes need to chill, lets smoke a dubbie!" Tim
made light

So we did, --and the park-warden didn't!  Good thing, because the
smoke lingered going nowhere in the hot, dead air even with both
rear doors opened wide. I began to regret ever allowing my dad to
talk me into the cocoon of carpet that was surely absorbing not
only the moist air and body-odor, but also, the pot smoke that I
realized was causing the dank, "locker room" stench that Mike so
descriptively inferred.

We lazed around and drank beer just shooting the shit. Tim talked
about dumping Tammy, Seth talked about finding a girlfriend, Mike
offered Tammy, Seth said he'd pass and both agreed that they
would like to fuck Marnie. I sat there thinking about Seth. Maybe
he would find a girl that would steal his heart and never look
back at the homo shit, however his fetish for anal sex may well
compel him to always be bisexual. His best hope would be to find
an open-minded chick for three-ways with an equally open-minded
guy who would fuck him. Like Timmy for instance, who had no
qualms about sharing girls for the sake of a jolly good
party-time. If he did dump Tammy, he would easily have a new girl
within a week. As for the possibility of him being bisexual, I
highly doubted it. Tim was just along for the ride that weekend
with Seth and me. He would look back at it as just another one of
his bizarre, free-spirited interludes with life.

It was soon nightfall. Pulling on shorts we scrounged up wet wood
and by the encouragement of gasoline, a nice fire ensued to cook
Marnie's pre-marinated steaks over. Sitting in a light drizzle of
rain, holding them by the bone we ate them caveman style and
munched on a side of raw veggies. It was the best damn steak I
had ever eaten.

"Cheers to Marnie!" Tim made a toast, "That girl really knows how
to perk up a piece of meat!" the pun of which didn't go unnoticed
and we laughed.

Of course the night wouldn't be complete without a dip in the
lake. Leaving our shorts on the beach, we swam out in the
pitch-dark to the raft and came upon a couple in their late
twenties fucking their brains out and not hearing us until we
were climbing the ladder. I don't know who frightened who the
most, but we all let out a startling shriek. Apologies from both
parties were made yet we were all in the same predicament, stark
naked! A heavy accent was detected from both.

She was not overly attractive, maybe plain in facial appearance,
brunette, but a nice figure was distinguishable when the man
rolled off her. Her small tits were perky, with raisin size
nipples surrounded by large brown spheres. A thick forest of dark
pubic hair appeared unfeminine to me, unlike Marnie and Tammy's
close-cropped pussies and those that I had seen in porn
magazines. He was average looking, dirty blond, medium built man
with just a sprinkle of blond hair between well defined pecs. He
sported a long slender cock similar to Seth's, except uncut, with
a purplish gleaming knob that was slowly ebbing inside the
foreskin.

The woman sat up and wrapped her arms around her tits and crossed
her legs, and the guy struggled to lift himself without the use
of his hands that were preoccupied shielding his erection. He let
his guard down exposing his deflating cock in order to stand, but
then made no attempt to protect his modesty. Tim, Seth and I
covered our jewels and stood uncomfortably looking away. Suddenly
the woman broke out in laughter which eased the tension somewhat.
The man introduced himself as Carl, and his girlfriend, Erica.

At that moment, Erica stood up and like Carl, without a hint of
modesty, only took her boyfriends hand and smiled. The protocol
of handshakes while exchanging names was an uncomfortable moment
that Erica picked up on and advised that they were tourists from
Sweden where public nudity at beaches was quite common and for us
not to be embarrassed.

Carl snickered meekly, "But public fucking isn't!" he advised, 
"And that is our only shame right now, --please... forgive us."

"Chill out, dude." Tim said with a friendly smile, "It's not yer
fault;... we kinda snuck up on ya! We're the ones who should be
sorry for spoiling it for ya." then he took on a serious look,
"Nude beaches, eh? --I think I''ll move there. Do ya know if
they're looking for help in the sauna factory, or how 'bout the
meatball one? I could learn to massage, I guess!" he joked with
exaggerated enthusiasm, Carl and Erica laughed at his nescience.

"You are very nice young men," Carl complimented, "and I must
admit, your presence had me concerned at first." he said looking
at Erica, the insinuation clear.

Tim was quick to reply, "Ya don't have to worry about Erica,
she's safe enough around me... and those two are homosexuals!"
leaning into Carl's ear, said, "So I'd be more worried about
yourself, get my meaning, Carl." he joked at our expense, but it
was funny nonetheless.

Seth punched Tim in the shoulder, "You asshole!"

"Oh, right,.... you're bisexual, --the other one is gay!"

Erica interjected, "Gay is okay, we have many gay people in
Sweden and bisexual is normal, as well. Right Carl?" She moved to
sit on the edge of the raft with her feet in the water. Carl
followed her lead causing us to do the same.

"Yah, it is no big deal like it is in North America. Many guys
have casual sex with each other. Especially younger teens before
they get a girlfriend." he told us, Seth was all ears, and I must
admit, so was I.

Erica elaborated, "Sex is healthy,... pleasurable. Not restricted
to gender. It is even believed that it will make a boy a better
lover later on in life!"

Seth spoke up, "See, I told you guys it's kewl!" He went on to
tell them about his private school.

"Perfectly normal for best friends to have regular sex. When boys
had a sleep over... well, it was just assumed  that they would
have sex of some type. Even parents are aware. Mutual
masturbation is very common, as well as oral sex."

"What about anal sex?" I had to ask, intrigued by the nonchalant
attitude of Swedes.

Carl paused to collect his thoughts, "There are no boundaries,...
it is a matter of personal choice. Some guys enjoy it, others do
not. Personally, I did not like to be penetrated, but some of my
friend's did,... I enjoyed penetrating them."

Seth asked, "So once ya get a girlfriend and have sex... do ya
just... ya know, stop?"

"Not necessarily." Carl replied, "Your girlfriend is not always
available when you are... how do you say, horny?" I still enjoy
another man to this day, if I find him attractive. My occupation
takes me into seclusion with hundreds of other men for three
month intervals. It is two very different kinds of sex and it is
not considered cheating on your spouse as it is with a woman.
There is usually no intimacy such as a man and a woman would
share; and of course, gay couples, as well."

Seth was ecstatic "See, once again, it's the buddy system... just
like I told ya's!" he exclaimed, as if his theory finally held
true, proven by a complete stranger. I believe it also appeased
his conscience if he harbored any self doubt regarding his post
boys-school compulsions that remained a part of who he was.

Tim, who sat quietly listening. rudely asked, "Do you guys ever
have three-ways with other guys?" I read into the motives of that
question.

"Sometimes." Erica answered, "If we are both attracted to him,...
and of course, if he is of legal age!" she laughed, setting the
record straight and letting him down easy.

"Nice try Timmy!" I teased.

Carl laughed, "You are a very handsome young man and I am very
impressed with your... body. Unfortunate for you and I, Erica has
no interest in becoming, um... how do you say, a cougar?"

Discovering that they enjoyed hashish, the mainstay drug of
choice in their country, we invited them to our camp to smoke
marijuana around the fire. Clothing optional for the lady, of
course! We parted ways on the raft as they were staying at a
cabin renal property abutting our campground. Having given them
our camp number and walking directions from the beach, they
agreed to meet us for a night cap.

Out of courtesy, we put on our shorts and awaited Carl and
Erica's arrival and the arrival of our Ecstasy high because we
weren't about to share that with anyone. We teased Tim about
getting turned down by an older woman and questioning him what he
was going to do for Carl, or more to the point, what Carl may
request of him, being the top that Carl was.

"Guess I'd blow em while I fucked his girl, I mean that's part of
the deal, right?" he said sincerely, "She sure as fuck ain't hot
enough that I'd take it up my ass to get into her pussy, though!"

Scaring the hell out of us, Carl suddenly appeared from the dark
announcing, "Guess it is boy's night out, Erica has a headache
and sends her apologies." He was dressed in white shorts and
t-shirt and wearing sandals He scanned the campsite still
littered with Tim's clothes that Tammy tossed out, the soaking
wet sleeping-bag, two sagging tents and six Coleman coolers
considering there were only three of us.

Tim noticed as well and advised, "Don't even go there, dude. It's
a long story."

The beer was going down nicely and quickly. We passed joints
around and queried about his country and enlightened him of ours.
His job as a paramedic for a mining camp was interesting
conversation. Erica and he decided to see America and rented a
motorcycle. Mostly tenting, they sometimes took motels and cabins
to chill for a few days in comfort during their two month visit.
He was thirty-one years old and Erica was twenty-six and they had
lived common-law for the past two years in a city I couldn't
pronounce, that when he spelled it, was about a hundred letters
with very few vowels!

I liked Carl. I liked Carl a lot. I had the hots for him. He was
more handsome than I first thought, a rugged handsomeness with a
days growth on his face. I loved his deep throaty accent and
articulate English. His mother and father had been teachers and
English was a prerequisite, second language of his nation. When
he inquired about Seth, Tim and my age, he seemed shocked that I
was sixteen and not fifteen that he assumed.

"You have a baby face. --Very cute indeed!" he complimented me,
making me blush.

I caught him staring at me often, he'd smile the whitest smile
I'd ever seen, and wink. He was coming on to me and I didn't let
doubts cloud my intuition like I had done with Seth. Never having
entertained the fantasy of sex with an older man, I wanted Carl
who was twice my age,  and that confounding factor added to the
temptation of returning is flirtation head on.  I was boning up
thinking about his uncut cock and what the mysterious foreskin
would feel like; what his purplish head would taste like. Surely
not pussy, he had swam to shore and there couldn't have been
enough time to throw a fuck into his old lady. The vivid memory
of him humping Erica was the final surge of blood needed to fill
my cock to capacity length. I envisioned him on top of me and
fucking my almost virginal, barely broken-in ass!

When Seth asked Carl if he wanted another beer, I was on my feet
in a flash to get him one and flagrantly parked my ass beside
him, inching over to allow me more space on the long Coleman
cooler that substituted as seating to the limited available
lawn-chairs. His curly blond hairs tickle my smooth, hairless leg
in the closeness sending a chill through me. Immediately, his arm
 surrounded my waist, his hand rested on my hip, gently kneading
the skin, sending chills up my spine and a break out of
goose-bumps that he had to have felt. Bravely, having nothing to
fear, I placed my arm around him, I had made my anything but
subtle move on him, no doubt he was pleased at my forwardness.
Nervous as a hen with a fox in the hen house, I was baffled as to
how to seduce him further, deciding to leave that to fate.

Knowing looks and smirks on their faces attested to Tim and Seth
being wise to the goings-on  on the other side of the roaring
fire as they comically relayed the events of the day. From the
disarray of camp, the two boys we frightened on the beach, to the
antics of the three boys in the shower house. Carl laughed
heartily, taking advantage of the moments to caress my hip and
upper leg. I returned the gesture for a while and then stretching
my arm, looped my thumb inside his waistband and toyed with
border line pubic hair between his inner thigh and groin area.

Lost in lust, I don't know how the topic of ownership of the van
came up. At some point I heard Seth telling Carl how I single
handedly finished the interior and that Carl should ask me to
show him my handy-work.

"Well, shall we?" Carl asked, taking me off guard before I could
make sense of the tail end of the conversation. "I would very
much like to see your craft."

"Um, yeah, okay!" I sputtered, rising from the cooler and looking
at Seth wearing a devious grin and winking at me.

Inside the van that I wished I had made presentable, at least
folded the bed had I known, Carl admired it for a moment. Next
thing I knew his hand held the nape of my neck and his mouth was
locked on mine with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. My
legs felt like jello, my whole body like a rag-doll and fear of
the unknown overwhelmed me. I easily surrendered and returned the
passion with my arms around his neck. His whiskers chaffed my
mouth area but I was certainly not complaining. Actually, it made
him even more manly. I knew in my heart that events were going to
get more heated when I felt the hardness pressed against my own.
My first real probing, lashing, slobber lipped, intimate kiss!

Carl's hand slid into the left side waistband of my shorts and
drifted the short journey between our pressed bodies. When his
fingers found their destination and explored, he let out an
audible sigh but it was no match for my own cry of bliss. His
other hand left my neck and caressed down my back leaving me
responsible to apply hand pressure to ensure our mouths didn't
somehow lose momentum.

I felt the back of his hand on my belly as he fumbled with his
clasp and zipper, then the material landed on my feet. My shorts
were targeted next. Wrapped in his hand, cock against cock, he
stroked the two and massaged my balls with the other. Our panting
breaths intensified emitting muffled moans when as soon as he was
naked, I located his satiny, hairless sack and luscious
cherry-tomato sized orbs. I hated to break our embrace and drop
to my knees, but the impatience to replace his tongue with
another, larger wet probe in my mouth was too much.

Licking the juices from his foreign shaped knob and pulling the
loose folds of skin forward to entomb my tongue, I was mesmerized
by its texture and ease of glide.

"You are a beautiful boy, Trevor. And I am a very fortunate man
at this moment." he exulted.

I took him hole and let my mouth savor the taste a few moments.
It was about an inch longer than Seth's, with a girth slightly
less, but not near as meaty as Tim's. I don't know why I was
making comparisons, however one thing was for sure: God did not
create all men alike! Each one even tasted marginally different.
Eager to get to the matter at hand and pleasure the man towering
above me, I sucked his cock lovingly, unlike I had done with Tim
or Seth. I had a gut feeling that he was in no hurry to go
anywhere that night.

Carl ushered me up over and onto the bed where we comfortably
laid side by side and he tenderly explored my cock and balls with
his tongue and lips, and I resumed my oral command over his
manhood. I was in my glory experiencing a lover who was not
intent on the 'get it on and get off' adage. I was a bit confused
with his affection displayed, contrary to on the raft when he
claimed that homo sex he experienced never included intimacy,
much the same as Seth's learned belief of the practice.

Without the warning of droplets, rain began to pelt the roof and
I feared our tenderhearted coupling would be sadly interrupted,
if not shelved completely, if Seth and Tim came inside for cover.
Carl might be persuaded into group sex, but our attentiveness to
each others feelings would surely be lost. My anxiety was put to
rest when I heard a car door slam, the guys had taken refuge in
one of their cars, Seth's smirk and winks indicated that he
somehow connived expectations of Carl and me to have sex in the
van, and had conspired to stay away and allow me continued
privacy.

"Please fuck me, Carl!" I blurted, shocking even myself of the
lewdness implored.

"I do not '"fuck"' beautiful boys,... I make love to them, and it
would be my pleasure to make love to you!"

I handed him the baby-oil and rolled onto my stomach with my ass
high in the air.

"What are you doing?" he asked as if I had done something wrong.
"I wish to see your face when I make love to you."

I complied and lay upon my back but when I saw that he was he
reaching for his shorts, I truly thought I had blown it somehow 
by insulting him. I felt stupid and naive believing that anal sex
didn't necessarily have to be so impersonally performed from the
rear as Seth and Tim perhaps silently alluded my preconception.
Relieved to see him digging into a pocket and producing two small
wrapped packages, I breathed a sigh of relief! Raising myself on
my elbows I watch as he used his teeth to tear open, then roll a
condom onto himself. The second package was a lubricant.

 He saw me looking oddly when he rolled on the rubber, and asked,
"How long have you been having sex with guys, Trevor?"

"Let me see," I joked, "it was on a Friday, that I know;... what
time is it now...  two o'clock Sunday morning?... Then I've been
doing it for around twenty-eight hours!"

He looked at me like I was crazy before it dawned on him,
"Really? Have you been penetrated as of yet?"

I debated the answer. A "Yes" would be honest, yet a "no" might
encourage him to be gentler. "Not really." I meekly answered.

I swear his cock jumped and flexed, he smiled warmly and assured
me, "I will be very gentle, you will see."

Arranging my legs knees up, spread wide, and a pillow placed
under the small of my back, Carl laid his full weight on me and
kissed me passionately once again. He manipulated his cock to my
hole and gently pushed. It hurt, but not near the pain Seth had
caused me. The difference was that I wanted Carl inside me and
expected what was coming and in no way resisted his entry. Hoping
that I wasn't hurting him, I dug my nails into his back. Our kiss
ended, clenching my teeth and grimacing as inch by inch he
finally paused.

I had no way of knowing how much of his length was inside me, the
position we were in certainly prevented full potential. Carl
obviously felt no need to drive me deep as Seth had done to me
and likewise, Tim had violently done to him .Once satisfied that
he was securely lodged, he pumped in slow, gyrating motions.
Placing his arms through my pits and securing my shoulders with
his hands, he leaned in to kiss me. By then, I was physically and
mentally ready to receive him.

Short, slow retractions followed by forward spikes, all in sync
to his rotating hips, suddenly had the most profound, spectacular
feeling that came over my body. The only way to describe it
was... like a constant internal orgasm. My legs straddled and
clamped his upper thighs with feet hooked to hold the position as
leverage to meet his thrusts and assume an active role. My cock
grew hard, painfully mashed at an awkward angle that he must have
realized and lifted himself, causing it to spring and lay prone.
The feeling of it between our grinding bodies was intense, being
masturbated in the oddest way.

Like a well oiled machine, we increased pace in unison, lost in
the rapture and screaming out appreciations of the other. A
steady kiss became impossible and we settled on the biting of
necks and ears.  I felt my climax build and finally gush forth,
trapped in its confines.

"I wanna taste you, Carl!" I whimpered in tears, "Please... let
me have it in my mouth?" I begged.

He crawled up my body and squatted over my chest, working the
condom down and off that plopped on my jugular. My cum was
splattered from his belly to his bush. He spread his hands firmly
against the wall. My hands forced his ass forward for my tongue
to lift and direct him into my mouth. Leaning forward, he pumped
my tight mouth mercilessly, the only aggression he'd shown and
was short lived. The unmistakable, familiar bitter-sweet proof of
his final utopia excreted. Carl didn't even attempt to asphyxiate
me by rooting himself, only held a moderate depth and let me
siphon the very last ejaculate before he extracted and collapsed
hunched over me, lips to mine.

Carl held me as he rolled off onto his back. Breathing hard he
continued to hold me, my head tucked under his arm with my cheek
resting on his sweaty chest. I didn't want it to be over, I
wanted him to hold me like that until morning when we could wake
up refreshed and do it all over again. I was sad when he sat up
and announced that he had to go. Watching him dress, I was
envious of the one he was going home to.

Feeling a strange sense of modesty in front of the man who
ravaged my soul, I put the bed sheet around me and walked with
him to the beach. The rain had stopped but a welcomed coolness
had resulted. Carl kissed me goodnight.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Erica and me will be leaving if the weather reports are correct.
She suffers from migraines and felt one coming on, so it will
also depend on that." he advised uncertain. Cupping my face in
his hands, he said, "You are a beautiful boy. You will find
someone and make him very happy  Be who you are and hold your
head up high. Do not live a lie, Trevor." He kissed me and turned
to walk down the beach. I stood there watching until he
disappeared into the darkness, knowing in my heart that I would
never see him again, but that he'd had a profound influence that
would shape my life from that day forward.

It wasn't difficult to figure out who's car they took shelter in.
The windows of Tim's Chevy were fogged up and a happy face had
been drawn on the passenger side one. I politely knocked and from
somewhere within, a voice told me to get in. The dome light
illuminated the two naked teens, their shorts draped over the
headrests. Tim had his back to the door and one leg resting on
the seat, the other on the floor. Seth was just lifting his upper
body and judging by the glossy kielbasa pointing at Tim's
belly-button, was giving  him head until I interrupted. They
shuffled to allow me a seat where Tim handed me a beer that I
guzzled at least half of which to quench my dry mouth and extreme
thirst.

"So,... did the old man take his teeth out and give ya a
gum-job?" Tim asked facetiously, then went onto another tangent,
"--I think God fucked up when he gave women teeth. But when ya
think 'bout it,... God must be a woman, cuz if he was a guy he
would have of given us the ability to bend far enough to suck our
own cocks!"

"You are so fucking dense, Tim!" Seth piped up, "If God was a
woman, she would have ensured we could suck our own cocks so
women wouldn't have to!"

"Yeah, maybe yer right on that one. --Maybe that's why he
invented you fags, too!" the banter ended with a shot to his arm
by Seth.

The attention focused on me again. Seth asked, "So do tell us
about it... I mean we peaked in the window and watched most of
it, but how was gay sex with an old man?"

"You guys peaked?... How fucking childish is that?" I scolded,
"And he's not old or... gay!"

"We had to make sure that the pedophile wasn't abusing you!" said
Tim.

Pedophile. The term was so inappropriate. Technically correct,
but a very unfair label when the junior is consenting, if not
wanton. It's my body, my decision, who the fuck has the right to
tell me who I could or couldn't have sex with? I thought of my
parents, they'd go nuts and have Carl put in jail in a blink of
the eye! Send me for therapy so some shrink could  tell me it
wasn't my fault, I was a victim of a horrendous crime, when in
fact, non of that was true!

Seth giggled, "We didn't watch too long. When you guys moved to
the bed we couldn't see any more. Donkey dick, here,..." he
fondled Tim, "got all excited watching. --See my knees?" Sure as
hell, he had grass stains on his knees. "We listened for a bit
until it started to pour rain, then we came in here."

I wasn't angry or ashamed. A little flattered that the voyeur
straight boy, Tim, got excited by it all. He suggested we go
inside the van and get comfortable and after gathering more
alcohol, taking a piss without a sword fight because it was too
chilly to dilly-dally outside.

Tim was the first one to crawl into the bed. What I wouldn't have
given to have a video camera when he leaped across the bed
tossing the used condom that his hand had inattentively come in
contact with, crying out,  "Fucking gross, dude!... I could of
got  'Swedish  jism all over my hand!"

Seth had recovered the rubber and held it up gingerly between two
fingers staring at, "Not to worry, Timmy, cuz it appears to be
empty!"

Both of them looked at me puzzled, I opened my mouth and pointed,
"Yum-yum, it went into the other sperm reciprocal!" resulting in
them ganging up on me for a play fight, stripping the sheet from
my body.

Tim said, "Bet ya it tasted like Geritol, Viagra, or maybe
Poligrip,...that false teeth stuff!"

I reached over and squeezed his nuts, "Tastes better than your
fucking alcohol laced cum;... a person could get drunk blowing
you!"

"You say'in I drink too much, Tammy?" he laughed. "You've heard
of a 'boiler-maker,' I call my shooter a 'baby-maker!' Get it...
shooter? Double meaning?" driving Seth and me to groan at his
stupid joke.

Just then Seth discovered the empty foil wrappers, "Fuck me, look
at this!... The guy came packing his own lube, too?" he asked
with sarcasm. "He must have been pretty damn sure he was going to
get laid."

"His odds were two-to-one, go figure!" Tim jabbed at Seth and me,
"And he picked slut-boy over there to rock the cradle with."

"Fuck you, ass wipe!"

We got pretty stoned. Me and Seth shared Tim's meat for a while,
our cocks near his face that he actually held in each hand and
rotated his head from one to the other sucking just a few inches.
I don't remember who came up with the idea of a three-way fuck
session, Stacked with Tim on Seth, Seth on me. It was impossible
for the two of them to get a steady rhythm and Seth kept flopping
out of me, who was taking the brunt of the weight. We got quite a
hoot over the clumsiness and tried it on our sides and that
didn't help much either, so we let Tim pound away while Seth
stayed in me. Once Tim was spent, Seth carried on inside me. It
was enjoyable, but sadly, Carl had spoiled me with his love
making. I came, but it was via Seth's hand, and not the orgasmic
inner sanctum of that G-spot that Carl knew how to stimulate so
well.

The remainder of the weekend was a blast, The weather improved
and we spent much time on the beach tossing a football or Frisbee
and swimming. The sex was enjoyed frequently and equally. I tried
to get Seth to fuck face to face but he wouldn't here of it,
apologizing, no offense, but that position was gay and the buddy
system was strict to the rule, no eye contact, kissing, cuddling
or whispering sweet nothings. Tim  concurred. As foolish as it
seemed, I respected their wishes if it gave them a sense of
guarded masculinity. Surprising, I did let Tim do me and found
his cock rather agreeable, once again, the girth was thick and
frightful to the naked eye but after his bulbous head passed the
pearly gates of hell, it was filling, but smooth. Nor was he
rough as Seth enjoyed the ride.

As expected, I didn't see Carl again. Tim found another girl and
never looked back on the weekend, if he did, he never mentioned
it. Seth and me got together many times for camp-outs that
summer. The buddy system rules were bent when we were alone.
Light kissing and cuddles were ceded to, the missionary position
granted. However he was always aloof, refusing to let himself go
with the flow. I was in love with him and he knew it, Looking
back, I believe he was in love with me, as well, and that scared
him. By mid August he was clearly avoiding me.

Mike got over his shock that I was gay. Probably more happy that
his best friend Tim wasn't bisexual, Just crazy Timmy doing crazy
things on a whim. Mike kept on seeing Marnie, even when he caught
her blowing another guy from school in the teen's car one lunch
hour the following school year. Tim and me believe it was Tammy
who tipped him off. She had her sights on Mike soon after Tim
broke off with her.

As for me? Any gay high school kid can tell you that it's a
lonely life. One full of self-loathing, not belonging  and
jerking off til your cock is raw. II met one guy at a house
party, I barely knew him from school. We got drunk and he asked
to sleep it off in my van with me. He was cute, a year younger
and I was horny for some cock to suck. He stripped down to his
boxer shorts and put his hand inside saying how horny he was.
With all the courage I could muster, I said something idiotic
like, "me too! I'm so fucking horny I could suck your cock!"
Depending on his reaction, I could simply laugh it off as a joke.
He pulled down his shorts, laid down on the bench and said, "go
for it!"

He had the tiniest cut dick you'd ever want to see, I swear it
was no longer or thicker than my thumb, with the teeniest, marble
sized balls! It was as if he stopped sexual development at eleven
years old. I felt sorry for him, fifteen years old and hung like
a hamster. Kind of Kewl was taking all of his junk in my mouth
with room to spare. Anyway, I got him off not expecting much, a
few pellets that had he not advised me he was cumming, I wouldn't
have noticed.

I have no idea why, but noodle-dick started telling people at
school that he passed out and woke up to find me giving him a
blow-job. Word spread quickly through the grapevine. Mike and Tim
asked me if it was true and I told them the whole story. Mike,
being very popular with students of all grades, reversed the
story that it was the kid who came onto me. Nobody ever doubted
Mike's word and and his version was gospel. The kid was soon the
target of bullies and ridicule. I felt bad for him. Two days
later, a couple of guys jumped him from behind, bagged his head
to keep their identity secret, stripped him totally naked, shaved
off his pubic hair and tied him to a tree in front of the school.
I would imagine that every time he heard a dismissal bell from
that day forward was a sad reminder of his humility!

Quite the police investigation ensued, but mysteriously, no one
saw a thing. When I confronted Tim as to his possible, most
likely involvement, he only grinned, and said, "Who, me?"

I got a job after school stocking shelves at a retail grocery
store. The assistant manager, thirty-five year old Kyle, began a
subtle flirt with me and one day invited me to his place after
work. Events happened swiftly and I spent the night in his bed
and many others thereafter. When I turned eighteen I came out to
my parents and moved in with Kyle. We have been together ever
since, the love of my life.

Older men are much better lovers. They are caring and selfless,
and if you are underage and closeted, you can be rest assured of
one thing, confidentiality; they don't kiss and tell and you'll
appreciate it like hell!

The End!

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