After a brief break it's time for Tyler to finish is tale.
This story deals with adult themes, primarily same-gender sexual relations. Such relations have their basis in love and commitment, rather than sex for the sake of sex alone. In some cases they will use protection; at other times they will not. You and I should always use protection because we do not live in the world of fiction.
If you are offended the idea of homosexuality or if you are under the age of consent or if you reside in an area where such things are considered illegal or immoral, then you should seek entertainment elsewhere.
Comments may be directed to the author at thornado5@netscape.net
This story is copyright 2004 by Mike Williams. All rights reserved. Thou shalt not steal.
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A Thousand Rainbows by Mike Williams
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After everyone in the room had had some water Tyler resumed his story.
"So there's Alan and me, hiding in the bushes, watching our half-drunk half-stoned brothers get it on in front of the campfire. All the while their buddies were paired off and doing the same thing just a few feet away. Keith pushed Mike and Phil off and called the other guys over so they could form a daisy chain."
He stopped to look at the twins. "You guys know what a daisy chain is?"
Jason thought for a moment. "Is it like a bunch of guys having sex?"
"With each other?" Josh finished the thought.
"Something like that," Tyler replied.
"You get a bunch of guys, all lying down," Paul explained. "The first guy's head is at the second guy's crotch. The second guy's head is at the third guy's crotch, and it's like that all the way around the circle until the last guy's head is at the first guy's crotch."
Tyler gave Paul a look of surprise.
"Well, that's what someone told me once," Paul explained.
Tyler nodded and turned back to the twins. "Yeah, that's basically it. And they ... uh, well ... um ..." he stammered.
"They suck each other off," Jason finished Tyler's sentence.
"Uh, yeah ... that's what they do." Tyler's mouth suddenly went dry.
"We may be young," Josh said with a sly grin. "But we're not completely naive. And we're quick learners."
"Yeah, I'm finding that out," Tyler said before taking another sip of his water. Then he continued with his story.
"Well, Alan and I could hear the moaning and groaning, and it sounded like they were all having a pretty good time, getting their rocks off. After a while it looked like they had each blown a load, and the guys started getting up to have another beer and a toke, and they all went into the tent to crash. It didn't take long for all of them to fall asleep. That's when Alan and I decided it was safe for us to come out of our hiding place in the bushes. We were real quiet, and neither one of us said a word all the way back to our own campsite.
"We were speechless. We had no idea what to make of what we had just seen, our brothers and their friends, all naked and doing stuff with each other we had never even imagined. We each went for a can of pop from the cooler and just sat there in our tent. But at the same time we must have had the same thought. I turned to Alan, and he turned to me, and we put our arms around each other. And we kissed. Just a short kiss. But the electricity! Oh, God, the feeling that went through me, kissing my very best friend ... it was like nothing else I had ever experienced. And then we leaned in, and we kissed again, a little longer this time. And it just seemed like the most natural thing to do. We opened our mouths, and our tongues touched for the first time. I can still remember he tasted like grape soda. Even now, I can't drink a grape soda without thinking about ..."
Tyler hung his head, trying to suppress a sob. Paul reached out his hand. Tyler took Paul's hand with both of his own. He raised his head, and the tears rolled down his cheeks. Josh was by his side right away with a tissue, wiping the tears away. Tyler looked at him with gratitude. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"It's okay, Tyler," Josh consoled the swimmer. "We're here for you."
Tyler did his best to continue. "Well, one thing led to another, and pretty soon Alan and I were out of our clothes, making out like we had seen the big boys doing. I reached down to touch his dick, and he reached down to touch mine, and it felt so strange and wonderful. We held each other in the dark, and we pulled each other closer, so close like we trying to become one person.
"And that was the first time Alan and I made love. We were too young to cum, but with a little stroking and a little sucking we each experienced our first orgasm that night. It was the most wonderful thing in the world. And we fell asleep, naked in each other's arms.
"When we woke up the next morning, we were still tangled up in each other. And we looked into each other's eyes, and I told him that I loved him. And he told me that he loved me, and we promised that we'd always be together, that nothing would ever come between us. And then we made love again before breakfast.
"I guess it was about noon when we finally got dressed and went down the road to the older boys' campsite. The other car was still there, and everyone was still passed out in the tent. They never even made it into their sleeping bags, just fell into one big puppy pile. You should have seen it ... seven or eight guys, naked as the day they were born, sound asleep, all lumped together into one big pile of flesh.
"So Alan and I walked back up the road to our own campsite, and we made love again after lunch. Only this time we did it outside the tent, in the sunshine down on the bank of the stream. That's how we spent the rest of the weekend.
"And that weekend was the start of a whole new dimension to our friendship. We couldn't get enough of each other. We would use any excuse to get together and fuck each other's brains out. Oh, yeah, we discovered fucking and sucking and anything else we could think of. And it wasn't just in our bedrooms or on camping trips. Once school started back up, we fucked in the boys' lavatory just about every day. Almost got caught by the assistant principal a couple times.
"We even had sex was under the bleachers at the high school football field ... during a game. He was fucking me in the ass, and he came just as somebody scored a touchdown. I turned right around, fucked him in his ass, and I came just as somebody scored the extra point. All those people cheering ... god, it was a real rush."
Tyler had been smiling through this part of his story. Then he turned sad, almost on the point of tears again.
"Things all changed after we graduated from junior high school. That summer my dad announced that his business was doing so well that we could afford to move to Bridgewater, and that I would be attending Bridgewater Academy in the fall. I was so happy to be getting out of a shit-hole like Franklin. I guess I just assumed that Alan would be going with me. So I rushed over to his house to tell him the good news."
Tyler paused, gathering his thoughts.
"But he turned on me, called me a traitor, told me to get out and that he never wanted to see me again. I was devastated. I spent the rest of the summer trying to call him, and he wouldn't take my calls. I knocked on his door, and they would just tell me that he was asleep or busy or not at home. I wrote him letters, and they were returned. I had lost my best friend and my lover, and I didn't even know why.
"The day we moved out of our house I looked up at his bedroom window one last time, and I thought I caught a glimpse of his face. But I guess I was only wishing it.
"We never spoke to each other again. I never saw him again except at a football game, and even then I was sitting in the bleachers too far away for him to notice me. I immersed myself in my studies and the swimming team, anything so I wouldn't think of him."
Tyler sighed. "And now you bring me this message ... I guess it was his way of letting me know that he still cared. That was just so ... so Alan."
He looked down at his hand and realized he was still holding Paul's hand. His eyes followed the arm all the way to Paul's shoulder and into Paul's brown eyes, which sparkled with love and compassion.
"So now you know the whole story," Tyler said. "To answer your earlier question ... yes, Paul, I'd be proud to stand by your side. But you gotta understand something."
"What's that?" Paul asked.
"I'll never stop loving Alan; what we had was something very special," Tyler replied. "And there'll be times when I might be comparing you to Alan, and I might even fuck up and call you by his name. Please don't take it personally. Just remember that you and I have a long time to build something together. And it's taken me all this time to get over him."
"Take all the time you need," Paul said with compassion. "I'll be here."
Still holding Paul's hand, Tyler stood up and leaned in to give Paul a kiss. Given Paul's condition, it could only be a gentle delicate kiss, and Paul accepted it with his eyes closed. As Tyler straightened up, Paul spoke to the twins. "Guys, do you think you could ..."
He looked to the foot of the bed where Jason and Josh had been sitting. They were gone.
Paul looked back up at Tyler with a questioning look. "Where the hell did they go? Did you see them leave?"
Tyler looked at the empty chairs, then back to Paul with a smile. He leaned back down for another kiss.
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to be continued in Chapter 17