Note: Sorry for the delay in getting these next parts out. Life's been crazy, what with buying a house and ending a semester. I promise to do better in the future.
This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV negative, and know this because of regular testing (or they're virgins). Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!
Special Thanks to CJ for editing this story
Part 10
Pete:
I noticed on the way back that John was being awfully quiet. Once we got back to camp (everything was fine; nothing was messed with) I got the fire started back up, and we sat beside it. After a few minutes of comfortable quiet, I decided to bring it up.
"Okay John," I asked, "What's wrong?"
He stared at me. "Nothing's wrong. Why'd you ask?"
"John," I said, "You're my best friend in this world, and I know you better than anyone, except maybe Kathy. Now there's something on your mind. Out with it!"
John sighed. "Pete, first of all, I've had a great time this weekend. I am so happy to see Sean dealing so well with being gay, and I really like the guys we met. I believe that Bob and Ted might be great friends for me and Kathy."
"But" I asked.
"But, it's just that" he hesitated. "I miss you. I miss our times together, just you and me. I know that I don't say this very often, but I love you with all of my heart. If it weren't for Kathy"
I interrupted, "If it weren't for Kathy, I would have asked you to marry me long ago. You know that I love you too, you big lug. You're the first man I've ever loved, and the only one so far."
"I know, and I feel the same. And that makes me feel guilty. I feel that you're holding back from finding a partner because of me. And I hate that. I mean, I've got Kathy, and I love her as much as I love you, and she knows that. I just want you to be happy, and find someone to share your life with, even if it would mean that "we" would have to end."
I moved around the fire and took him in my arms. "That will never happen. You will always be my first lover, and I will never do anything that would cause that to end. If I ever do find someone, they will just have to accept us, like Kathy does."
I could feel him relaxing in my arms. "God, I love it when you hold me like this. It's times like this when the rest of the world goes away, when I can forget my problems and just be."
"I know what you mean," I said. "But what problems? Are you and Kathy okay?"
"God, yes!" he said, almost automatically. "Well, yes and no. I mean, we love each other deeply, and we get along like best friends. And the sex is great, too. There's only one problem, and I don't even know that it's really a problem. We want a baby. We keep trying, and so far nothing seems to be happening."
"Have you considered seeing a doctor? I mean a fertility doctor?"
"We've talked about it. I suppose that that's the next logical step. I'm just afraid. What happens if she can't have kids, or if I can't? I'm worried what that might do to our relationship."
"John, do you love her?" I asked.
"Of course I do," he said. "As much as I love you."
"And does she love you?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"She says that she does, and I can see in her eyes that she's telling the truth."
"Then just relax," I said. "Things will work out. Even if you can't have your own children, there are alternatives. Adoption, for example."
"I know," he said. "It's just that I want a child of our love. You know," he continued, "I sometimes wish that I could get pregnant. I would love to have a child of yours."
"I know how you feel," I said, staring deeply into his eyes. "A love-child of ours would have to be one hell of a person."
He grinned. "Don't I know it. He probably would be having sex by the time he was 4."
We laughed, and the mood lightened considerably. I looked at him and grinned. "You know," I said, "They say that men can't get pregnant, but what do they know. Do you want to try?"
"What?" He said." After all of this, you want to make babies?" I leaned over and kissed him deeply. "Does that answer your question?"
He laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess it does. He grabbed me and pulled me down on top of him. "Make love to me, Pete," he said. "Make me pregnant with your babies."
I kissed him. "There's nothing I would like more, my love," and we began making out in earnest.
After a few minutes of making out by the fire, we got up and moved into the tent, where we quickly disrobed and crawled into the sleeping bag, pressing against each other. As much fun as I had had with all of the other guys this weekend, no one else ever makes me feel as good as John does. I would be happy just holding him for the rest of my life. I told him this, and he grinned. No more words were necessary. We began making love to each other.
I slowly started working my way down his hairy chest until I reached one of his nipples. I took it in my mouth and started lightly chewing on it. He moaned and grabbed my head, pulling it against his chest. After a few minutes, I switched to the other nipple, working it over before working my way south. I love the feel and smell of his body hair, and I licked my way down to his hard cock. He had a drop of pre-cum on it, and I licked it off before taking the head in my mouth. I slowly slid his cock all the way down into my throat, and he moaned in pleasure. I worked on it for several minutes, using my tongue and throat muscles to drive him crazy. He was leaking like a sieve. I finally pulled off, and proceeded to make love to his hairy balls, licking on them, and finally taking them, one at a time into my mouth. He writhed in pleasure.
Finally, I threw the sleeping bag off from on top of us, and I lifted his legs into the air, exposing his pink asshole for my viewing pleasure. Even after all of these years, I love to look at that tiny pink knot nestled in the midst of all of that hair. Bending down, I started tonguing it, flicking it with my tongue. He started going crazy, his body writhing with my every touch.
"God, Yes!" he cried. "Lick my ass, Pete! Get me ready for that big dick I love so much!" Taking him at his word, I stuck my tongue into his loosened ass-chute. I could taste remnants of cum in him, and the taste drove me crazy. I started tongue-fucking him like a madman. His head rolled from side to side, and his groans grew ever louder. After a few minutes of this, he cried, "Pete, I need you in my ass! Right now!"
I spit several times into his chute before backing up and placing his legs on my shoulders. Staring deeply into his eyes, I placed the head of my dick against his pucker and slid it home. The look of love and lust in his eyes was breathtaking, and I knew that he could see the same in mine. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Make me pregnant with that man dick of yours."
We began making love. I could feel his ass muscles doing incredible things to my dick, and I made sure to give him as much pleasure as he was giving to me. We took our time, as only long-time lovers can. I could tell when he was getting close, and would slow down, leaving my cock still inside of him while he calmed down. I would then start back up, using long, deep strokes, making sure to contact every part of his ass that I could reach. Finally, we both realized that we needed to cum. I started rabbit-fucking him, making short, fast strokes, staying in constant contact with his prostate. He screamed, and I felt his ass contract just as his cum began gushing out of his dick, covering both of us. This set me off, and I unloaded deep into his ass.
I think we both blacked out for a moment. As I returned to reality, my dick was still buried deep in his ass. The look on his face was priceless. "Damn!" he said. "If that doesn't make me pregnant, nothing will!" I just looked at him and laughed. Then his face got serious. "Pete, I could feel your love as you made love to me. I felt that we were joined. If I never made love again, it would be worth it, just to feel the way I feel right now. I love you, Pete, and I always will."
I leaned down and kissed him gently. "And I will always love you, too," I said. Pulling out of him, I gathered him into my arms and we laid back on the sleeping bag. "Now, let's go to sleep, my love." The next thing I knew, it was morning.
End of Part 10