Bending Straight Lines By Bain Taylor Copyright 2013
- All disclaimers posted in chapter 1 apply to the entire story.
Well, I think I ramble on too much in this chapter, but I submitted it anyway, lol. Thanks for reading :)
Chapter 5
After the run-in with the Wicked Witch of the Southern South, we continued back to the barn. I kept hearing the awful words Mrs. Steinmuller had said to me, and it was like an endless loop video; I imagined those batting eyelashes and that weird accent, and it haunted me at my deepest level. But it seemed like it was really important to John that I handled it all in a strong way, and I suppose he was right about that. But if I was gonna be honest with myself, I was just putting up a front. I mean, inside I was pretty messed up, but on the outside I think I looked like my normal self.
John had come up with a plan-B idea to shoot over to his dad's place to get our munchies for the camp-out in the woods. And that seemed like a pretty cool idea since neither one of us had any money to actually buy stuff.
I stuck around the barn, and basically just hunted down other things we'd need, like toilet paper, a few candles, matches, and things like that. I knew that the guys had stashed a bunch of stuff up at the tower, so I didn't worry about big bulky things like pillows or blankets.
During the time that John was away, Troy showed up with his parent's truck all loaded up with weight stuff. So I went outside and helped him unload his treasure, which was mostly a bunch of free weights, and a couple of bench presses. I'd sort of expected him to have help from one of his buddies at school, so I'm glad I was there to help out.
We'd gotten all of the weights and things placed over in the corner of the barn directly under the loft, where he'd invisioned making a really great gym set-up for the frat project, and he was sort of happy that it was finally coming together.
It didn't take long for him to set everything up just the way he wanted it, and before long, he'd blown out of most of his clothes, except for this way-too-skimpy sweat bottom he was wearing. I mean, the dude's bulge was all over it, and there he was, being hunky Troy. I nearly freaked. I think he was showing off.
"So," he says, "now that you and everyone else can see that all of that work you are doin' with me and the guys and the after hours weight training is payin' off, maybe we can team up and spot each other with our liftin' right here at the barn, and keep it goin' when we're not at school."
I guess I hadn't noticed so much that I'd been putting on some muscle - but I for sure know my stomach was crazy hard because of all the sit-ups - so it felt like a compliment coming from him.
"For sure." I said back.
So he gets himself all laying back on the press bench, and I'm looking at him like I don't know where I should put my eyes.
"Come over here and grab the barbell, and I'll tell you what to do." He said, motioning in the direction of some weights he'd set up.
And from there we went into this mock routine of what it would be like to workout right there in the barn. I just kept looking at his body heaving under all of the weight, wondering why God had only given perfection to so few dudes. But I kept my cool, and I think I was good at helping.
It was awesome seeing him in his element. He told me about stuff like protein shakes made with whey and creatine, and how it builds muscle. And it made me want to get into that stuff so I could look more like him. Not that I wanted to be super buff, but it would be pretty neat to be packed tight, you know? But the thing I kept thinking about was how he said I was lookin' more defined. I wish I'd had a mirror to prove it to myself. If he thinks I look super good, maybe i really do. Knowing Troy the way I do, and once the gym starts looking like a gym, there'll be plenty of mirrors. I'll know for sure then. Haha.
So yeah, I was sorta proud of myself for not involuntarily jumping the dude, 'cause most people would have wanted to. I'm pretty sure about that. Seeing him flat on his back made me want to use him like a Ronco invention. You know - I could use his biceps to crack walnuts, and I could use his cast iron ripped stomach to grill burgers on. He's hot enough for that - easily.
I'm so weird. I hate being horny sometimes.
Anyway, by the time John showed up, we didn't really have much time to hang out at the barn, 'cause we were starting to lose daylight. He'd gotten more food supplies than we could have possibly eaten for the short getaway, so we ended up leaving half of it behind for the other guys to bring along. Troy seemed pretty committed to showing up at the tower the following day, which would be a Saturday, and I suspected that James might tag along as well.
We headed out at around 6:00 P.M., and by the time we arrived at Oh Fuck Tower, it was nearly dark. We'd had to walk the entire way, since our packs were too heavy to run with. So it took us forever.
But the long hike did give me plenty of time to think about John, who'd been mostly quiet as we made our way up and down over the peaks and valleys of the old logging road. I imagined that he likely had issues with coming to my rescue with Troy's mom. And I don't think it's his standard M.O. to go to bat for another dude like that. I figured it would probably almost kill him to admit he has real emotions under all those sexy freckles and under that hard layer of him-ness. I like that for some reason. He's a tough dude, and he likes being that way. I'm cool with it. In fact I'm hot with it, and I know that sounds weird. And what I think was really killing him was the thing he said about deciding to 'be with me'. Whew!
But I needed to let him off the hook, and pretend he never said that emotional stuff. I might not be a brain, but at least I'm smart when I need to be - you know? I mean, He's straight for Christ's sake. He's not gonna suddenly decide to change anything about himself. Why would he? Sigh.
Anyway, the first thing we did once we'd arrived was to set our backpacks down over by a fire ring the guys sometimes use when they come camp out. There was a chill in the air again, just like the night before, and a warm fire would be the perfect thing to help me get my mind off a pretty twisted day.
Before long, and just in time for darkness to set in, we had a rippin' fire going. It was a hungry fire, and being so spoiled with its awesome warmth and crackling song, I was elected to be in charge of gathering wood to keep it going, and he was the lumberjack, which meant he was in charge of feeding the fire and choosing the perfect pieces from my wood pile to break apart, and to keep the flames just right.
I think I watched him more than the fire. Looking at him made me lots warmer than any heat coming from a that toasty ol' fire ring. And watching him stoking the flames, looking so sexy there in the glow of the moonlight, felt more like him feeding my desire. At least that's how it seemed to me.
I wonder if this is what love feels like? If that's what it is, I hope it hangs around for a while, 'cause it's sort of amazing. It's pretty hard to nail down though. I'll bet that girl in the Exorcist felt like me, only she had a demon in her instead of love. I could easily turn my head around 360 degrees just about now, and I'm pretty sure I could even hover above the ground and make strange love-possessed noises - like groans and moans and things - just like she did. Is that love? Dunno. Don't care. I like it.
So somewhere between stoking the fire and bullshitting, we'd also found time to make sure that up on the platform and inside of the tower, we had a candle lit so we wouldn't have to fumble around in the dark to find our way once we decided to climb back up there later in the night. And we'd unfolded these super old looking blankets, and spread those out for our bed.
The tower drum itself was about the size of a train's box car standing on end, and it had rust and gunshot holes that made whistling sounds when the breeze brushed past them at just the right angle.
Anyway, while we'd been up there we didn't want to waste any trips going up and down to the platform, so we'd brought back with us some cooking stuff. Not that I knew what we were having for dinner. I was almost afraid to ask.
And for the second day in a row, there was a bright moon, which was total luck. We didn't need a lantern or anything down by the fire. This is gonna sound crazy, but when I was younger I used to think that a full moon looks like a pepperoni pizza, that a half moon looks like a taco, and that a quarter moon looks like a banana. And as any guy would tell you, that makes up all three food-groups, which is just an insane coincidence and one of the universe's great mysteries.
Weird, right?
Anyway, John had taken off his shirt, not because it was warm - because it wasn't - but because I think he was like Troy, and liked to be semi-naked whenever he had the chance. But the fire made up for the coolness of the night, and we sat nice and close to it. I think the red glow of the fire bouncing off of his hairless chest and flat, hard stomach was about the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It was just one of those lucky moments I guess. Magic doesn't happen very often you know.
But what we were having for dinner wasn't magic at all. It was super simple: Hotdogs cooked over the fire on a stick, bread from a loaf he'd swiped from his dad's house, and an open can of chili, which sat off from the fire in a place that had it bubbling long before I'd expected it.
For some reason as we sat there and ate our chili dogs, they tasted about as good as anything I'd ever eaten. Don't ask me why, but they just did. We ate the entire package of eight dogs, if you can believe that one, and by the time we'd finished, there was no chili left over either.
So anyway, John got this crazy idea that we'd go for a moonlit swim in the pond, which was only a few feet from where we'd been dog dining. Apparently he didn't know the rule that if you swim after you eat you can die from cramps. Everyone knows that, and my grandma practically beat that fact into me since the day she took me in. So I was like, 'Huh? We're going swiming NOW?' That'd be suicide!
But off came the clothes, and in went the hunk. Of course I followed without hesitation, even though getting wet at night seemed weird. And instead of splashing around like you'd think, we spent a long time taking deep breaths and diving down as far as we could go.
The moon gave this sort of shimmery greenish light down there under water, like if you were looking through night vision goggles. It was kinda creepy and awesome all at the same time. And every now and then he'd swim by me when we were down there, and he looked like a the male version of a mermaid - a totally hot dude-god of the ocean.
When we tired of the countless dives, we made our way over to the more shallow end of the pond, and stood in water that was waist deep, just sort of smiling at how awesome it had been. Words didn't even need to be spoken, at least for a while - the fun just sort of carried itself over and hung on - sometimes a thing can be so cool, that it doesn't want to leave I guess.
And as we stood face to face, and only a matter of a few feet from one another, the adventure in our eyes found each other, and they locked. His were every color the bonfire strobed, manifesting themselves in the flickering flames through every shade of green, hazel and aqua.
He took a step closer; his eyes never moving from mine. And I waited for him to say something - anything - because the gaze had lasted super long without either of us looking away.
"What?" He asked softly.
"Nothin'." I smiled back, allowing my eyes to fall from his, down to his lips, and then back up again.
He returned my smile, and stepped a bit closer, so that now we were nearly toe to toe.
"Wasn't that fake kiss Ryan gave you that time enough to satisfy you?" He asked, as if he could read my mind.
I shrugged, and flipped my wet hair from my eyes.
"I guess that's all I have - fake. Sometimes I pretend, and wish someday I'd get to have more... even if it's only 2% real."
"That doesn't seem like much to ask for." He said, even more softly.
I shrugged again.
"That'd be enough to last a lifetime for someone like me."
He took a deep breath, and his eyes were penetrating me even deeper now.
"I think I might be able to manage... 2% real..."
And with no time for me to react, or even speak, he moved right up to me. One hand moved to my waist, and the other to my shoulder. And we held our gazes. And my heart began to beat harder. And my dick came to life. And in no time at all - seconds - I was hard, and desperate for him.
He pulled me closer to him still, and our hardness clashed. His dick had had the same reaction as mine. And they were touching skin to skin. Hard.
He smiled.
And our hard-ons were now pounding against each other, like they were all happy and shit that they had front row seats. And our hearts were beating like they were break dancing to some unwritten song that was blasting inside of us to the thumping of some irratic, raging rhythem. And his lips found mine. And our lips were smiling on each other - I mean - I was kissing his smile, and it was a happy one. And that little fraction - the tiny part of the kiss that he said would be real - was magnifying itself all over the place.
And then our tongues found each other, and I tasted him for the very first time. And I hoped it would never end.
Until then, I thought having a massive, bind-blowing orgasm was the ultimate feeling anyone could ever have. I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
I have no idea how long we kissed like that, but when he broke away from me, he had this mix between a grin and a smile. I could feel the same thing on my face too. And he locked his eyes on mine, long enough that it should have been awkward, but it wasn't. Then his eyes moved to my lips, and back to my eyes again. And then his grin took over, and his mood went into devious mode.
Just like that.
"Get away from me!" He hollered, laughing as he pushed me backwards.
It had completely caught me off guard, and I skidded across the water. But his laugh was a playful one, and I came up laughing right along with him.
"Dude, you are SOOOOOO dead." I yelled back.
And that's when the water fight happened. I came after him full force, karate chopping into the water, splash-plastering his handsome face with everything I had.
It was a long water fight. I think I won, but I kinda think he let me.
What's really weird, is that as the night wore down, and we settled in under the blankets up in the tower, sex was the furthest thing from my mind. He was all scrunched up behind me, the way he likes to do, and his big ol' senior arm was draped over me, but nothing else happened. We were good just like that. And I fell asleep with the sound of him breathing, and cricket chatter from somewhere in the woods.
The next morning, and sometime between almost waking up, and actually waking up, I'd thought I heard a 'tink, tink, tink', sound tapping at the outside of the tower wall. I didn't really make anything of it, and had sort of written it off as maybe a confused woodpecker or something. And by the time I woke up for real, and saw that John was gone from my side, it occurred to me that the noise I'd been hearing was somehow related to him not being there.
There was enough morning light coming into our hideout shelter that I could easily scramble around and find my clothes and a fresh tee-shirt to wear. What I wished I had, but didn't bring, was a sweat shirt, because there was a chill in the air.
As I stepped onto the platform, two things hit me right of the bat: The smell of bacon cooking, and the sound of voices coming from below, and in the direction of the campfire ring.
And when I took a peek over the edge and looked down, I saw that the trio was sitting around a cozy looking fire, and Troy was at the helm making breakfast. John and a handful of pebbles, and it looked like enough to have kept the 'tinking' noise coming for however long it would have taken to wake me up.
Ok, so three hot guys plus breakfast equals a good thing. So I made pretty good time getting down there to join them, stopping to take a leak first, of course.
I sat over next to John, who was sitting on a 6 foot long log section that was on one side of the fire. Troy and James were sitting on the other side of us, on a couple of bean-bag sized rocks that looked like they'd been there since the dawn of time. I know it doesn't sound very comfortable, but it wasn't so bad at all acutally.
Since I was late getting in on the conversation, I just watched Troy doing his thing with the bacon, and listened.
"So," James said, looking over at me, "we were just talking about getting in some fishin' a little later. We got a few poles stashed up here, and me and Troy brought a couple extras."
Fishing? Uh oh, I thought.
"Um, cool. I've sorta never done it before, but I can watch and learn I guess. Where do you fish up here?" I asked.
"There's a stream," Troy chimed in, "that's like, a 15 minute hike from here. We usually catch somethin', so we're all cocky and shit now, figuring that's guaranteed dinner. Gotta live off the land sometimes you know."
"Hmm," I said, "sure, count me in."
John nudged me with his shoulder.
"Dude, by the way, the one that catches the fewest fish, gets to clean ALL of the fish. Oh, and they also gotta do the cookin'. Them's the rules."
"No way," I said laughing, "I don't kill the stuff I eat. I let the bad people kill the cows and chickens and fish, and the nice grocery people wrap them up for me."
Troy shook his head.
"Sorry Wonder Boy. Rules are rules dude." He said.
I found a twig, and tossed it in the fire.
"What ever happened to the older guys taking care of us younger ones?" I asked, "I mean, aren't you supposed to protect me and feed me or something?"
All of them laughed at that one. But it was worth a try.
Sigh.
Anyway, we talked about all sorts of stuff once Troy had finished up with the bacon and scrambled eggs. We just sort of took our time chowing down, not too worried about anything, really, except for having a good time.
The subject of James came up in a sort of casual way, so me, John and Troy played up the idea of James taking the lead in raising funds for the frat pad. It's not like we were manipulating him or anything. In fact, James was the perfect person for the job. But of course our motive was to get him out of his religious funk and move him back into the real world.
You should have seen James light up like a Christmas tree. He started coming up with all of these ideas - better ones than I'd've come up with - and all of us were pretty excited about the whole thing. But the best part is that James was back, and when he's his normal self, the dude is sooo cute. Did I mention that he could easily make the cover of a fitness magazine? Well he could, and I'd buy two copies, just in case I messed up the first one, if you know what I mean.
At one point the conversation switched over to Troy's mom. Everyone seemed to have a story about her, but the one I liked the best was how one time she told James that he 'thinks with a limp', and that heaven has an 'angel infested nest of bigot-bustin'-bees waitin' to sting him a new take on holy' when he crosses over into the after-life. So I guess I'm not her only victim.
Eventually, someone decided it was time to gather up the fishing stuff and hit the trail.
The whole fishing thing was crazy and new to me. John's the one that showed me the ropes. I mean, he showed me where to look for the bugs and stuff that you gotta put on the hook. And he taught me how to cast out the line. It was really neat because he stood behind me at first, and when I'd bring the pole back behind me to get ready to let it go forward, he made sure I didn't get hooked on some of the trees behind me, which could have been bad. And he told me exactly when to let go with my finger on the line so the stuff would all fly out into the water where I was aiming.
My aim was pretty bad, mostly because I had a dude-god right up against me, telling me to relax, with his giant soft dick bumping me just often enough to make me have to worry about three poles instead of the one.
He spent so much time teaching me that he actually ended up losing the most fish caught competition, so I felt kind of bad that he'd have to do all the cleaning of the fish, which seems like a pretty gross job. But for some reason, doing that kind of thing doesn't seem to bother him at all.
Anyway, by the time we'd headed back to the tower, we had caught 9 fish, which seemed like enough for dinner. And back at the pond, John cleaned them up in nothing flat, and then left them on a fishing string to stay in the water until dinner time. He's such a dude. I mean, I know that's sounds weird to say, but he's just this really cool - guy - all confident and shit with just about everything he does. And he's not all talk either. He knows about everything when it comes to the woods and camping. And I guess he even goes hunting with his dad sometimes. Did I mention how good he is at kissing? Well he is. Not that I'd ever bring it up to him in this lifetime though.
As the day wore on and the sun rose above the tree tops, the temperature warmed up, and eventually, the shirts came off. And even though it wasn't anything approaching hot, it was toasty enough to get some rays, and besides, all dudes like to be as naked as possible at all times, right? I mean where else can you do that shit other than the bum-fuck-forrest in the middle of nowhere? So I took my shirt off too, which left me with my trademark blue surfer shorts. And between those three always messing up my face-whipped wild sandy hair, all I needed was a simple animal-skin loin cloth and I would have looked like a jungle boy.
I think jungle boys are sorta hot, by the way, but the only one I really know much about is Tarzan's son 'Boy'. It sucks that he's in black and white though.
Anyway, what I liked was that there wasn't really any one person in charge of stuff. We all just seemed to automatically know what to do. It was like we were born to be together. Me and John went out collecting wood for the night's fire, while James and Troy brought out the beach towels and a few games to chill with up on the platform - which is where we all ended up sometime after noon.
We were sitting in a circle playing a game of cards, basically just bullshitting our weekend away. And somewhere in the mix of it, I wondered about the frat barn, and how getting all of the recruits to live there would go down.
"So dude," I said to Troy, "you having any luck with other seniors wanting to sign up for the fraternity digs?"
He looked over the top of his cards at me.
"Yeah, I mean, a few. But we haven't exactly advertised yet. I guess we need to figure out how we're gonna screen out who we want and all 'cause these are guys we'll be living with for a long time, right?"
I nodded.
"Plus we need to come up with some kind of initiation ritual," John added, "because that's just what you're supposed to do with the whole fraternity thing..."
James jumped in next.
"Maybe you could figure some of that shit out Wonder Boy."
Hmm, I thought, that might be kinda fun.
"Can I make them get naked and do pervy things? You know, like stuff they don't want to do, but have to do to prove their loyalty?" I asked, half kidding.
"Exactly," Troy said, "and it's gotta be something different that is unique to our clan of dudes. It can't be copied from something you've seen on a movie or anything."
"And no," John said, "you can't use this as an excuse to give every dude who applies a blow job or something, so don't even think about it. That's not original enough, for starters."
Of course everyone thought that was pretty funny, because each of us knew that that was what I was thinking. And oh, man, how much fun would that be? I mean, it would be my job to initiate these guys, so damn. Too bad that was off limits - the blow jobs. Ha.
"Fuck off," I said to John, "That's NOT what I was thinking."
And so they all laughed like it was the funniest thing ever. I might have laughed a little too, but not as much as those guys.
Then Troy says, "We're just fuckin' with you Wonder Boy. I'd be the first in line for a freebie blow job if I was between girlfriends or if I was crazy horny, but that's a little too easy for an initiation ritual." Ok, were my ears playing tricks on me? He'd be the first in line? Huh?
"Same here," James says, "but yeah, a little too easy."
"Fuck the ritual," John throws in, "you know where you can find me if you ever get the urge. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a chick to do that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, because I didn't.
So, now they really were messing with me. That had to be it. They didn't mean any of that stuff, did they? I guess I'd never know. But John, now that's different. If I could do that to him, and if he liked it - liked it a lot - I'd be all over his sexy ass every chance I got.
"Dude, just say when." I heard myself say to John.
He smiled, and raised on eyebrow at me. My dick went up like a helium balloon, just from that one single expression from him. I needed to stop talking about all of this - like immediately - 'cause now my heart was pounding out of my chest, and I could easily have a stroke or something.
I wonder if teenagers have strokes? Hmm.
Anyway, thank God we got on another subject after a few more rounds of that stuff. But one thing I can say... joking or not, those guys are pretty cool friends to have. Lots of straight guys would beat the crap out of me if they knew I thought about that kind of stuff. But for some reason, they were cool with me. I don't really get it. But I'm not complaining at all.
So we continued to play blackjack for a while, and before long, an idea popped into my head for the initiation ritual. It just sort of came out of nowhere.
"Ok, I have one for you." I say, after busting on my blackjack hand.
"We're all ears." James says back.
"Ok, first of all, we give that pond down there a name. Something like The Christening Pond.
"Like christning a new boat?" Troy asks.
"Exactly," I say, "like a place where a right of passage happens. So you bring in a group of guys, say five at a time, and they all come up here to the platform. Then one by one, they get totally naked - like so whoever's turn it is, is the only naked guy."
"I hope this gets better." John says. I ignore him and continue.
"And right there in front of everyone, he has to start wanking. You know, so it's nice and humiliating the way rituals are supposed to be. And everyone watches this poor dude as he starts getting into it. But he doesn't get to just shoot all over the place. Once the first shot blows out the end of his dick head, he's gotta take off like a bat outta hell running, and leap from the platform and fall all the way down and into the pond - while he's right in the middle of shooting his load."
I take a breath, and look at the guys, who are all looking at each other.
"Dude," John says, "I'm lovin' this..."
Troy's no longer even interested in playing cards, and sets his down.
"Fuck Devon, that is a thing of beauty. It's like, all we'd have to do is come up with some spooky oath they'd have to swear by before making the plunge."
And James says, "And we need a name to call ourselves, like the Brotherhood of Dark Knights or something."
"And dudes, they can't know where Oh Fuck Tower is. They'd have to be blindfolded on the way here and on the way out of here." John adds.
And suddenly, all of these ideas were flying all over the place, and they were totally excited about it. I mean, completely stoked.
That's when Troy says, "So Devon my man, I think you've just been officially elected as The Brotherhood of Dark Knights Initiation Administrator."
All three guys looked at me like I was supposed to give a speech or something. But instead I said:
"Um, cool I guess. Let's see. So I think if we're gonna go with this idea, us four gotta be the first to put it through the test. I mean as in we are the first ones to christen ourselves in the christening pond." And I didn't mean it in a 'I wanna see three hot guys jack-off' kind of way. I meant that we really needed to give it a test run. Although I have to admit, the benefit of doing that was doing things to me in indescribable ways.
And surprisingly, James was the first one to jump on the war path.
"I'm good with it. You boys just say when." He said.
And Troy and James got these huge smiles, like FINALLY they had an excuse to wank in front of each other without it being totally awkward and pre-teenish.
So everyone stood up. And I thought to myself, 'uh oh, we're doing this NOW?'
"Ok, Wonder Boy, I think you should be the first to go, since this was your brain-child. And that way you can rank us on our form as we plummet with our firing off hard-ons all the way to splash-down."
No argument from me there. And the other guys nodded in agreement. Of course now, because of my own stupid, ridiculous rule, I had to be the only one naked right off the bat, and I was supposed to stroke off in from of them.
Fuck.
I think John must have sensed my hesitation, so he came up to me and whispered in my ear:
"Dude, no guts no glory, man. This is the part where you are one of the foursome - one of us. Just have fun and show off a little."
"Thanks." I whispered back. And I meant it too. Just him saying that made everything seem... cool.
So I just threw all caution to the wind, and with the three of them facing me, and with my back to the 'runway' I'd be using to launch myself from, I shucked what little I was wearing, and stood before them with my maxed out boner and nothing to wear but my baby smooth skin.
And when my hand went down, and when I gave myself a few warm-up pumps, that's when I knew things would be Ok, 'cause they all started hooting and talkin' shit to motivate me me. And it worked, 'cause not only did the fear go away, but it was replaced by hyper-sensitive awesomeness - like this amazing magnification of how wanking normally feels.
And Troy, knowing how to push my buttons, says:
"Dude, just imagine all three of us falling down toward you naked and blowing our loads as you look up at us from down in the pond. You'll be takin' yourself a whole new kinda shower."
And James said, "Yep, and I ain't blown in like 24 hours, so you gotta show comin' your way dude."
And I imagined that. And my cock expanded in my hand. And my fist-pumping went into blur mode. And my eyes went to each of their bare stomachs and chests, and I sucked in every muscle, every bulging vein, and every curve of their perfection. And then, with no worry or care or hesitation, my eyes met their crotches, and all of them were in early stages of hardness. And their excitement excited me more.
I started to move up and down on my toes as I got closer to cumming.
"Dude," John says, "if I'm still shooting when I make my plunge, don't let me drown man... hang on to me."
And that did it. That image of John nearly drowning as he struggled to keep his head above water as he violently shot his load under water. And me coming to his rescue, and hanging on to his flexing, pulsing, shaking body.
"Dudes.... fuck.... FUCK!!!" I nearly yelled.
And I went up to my toes one final time. And this volcano of lust and horniness and intenseness fused together in an angry explosion in my balls, and fired up every inch of my rock hard cock until it shot out in a massive blast.
And as I fired that first blast, I turned, so that my flying cum took a sideways swipe across all of their stomachs.
I was now turned facing the pond with the runway in front of me.
"GO! GO!! GO!!!" They start to scream.
And I bolted, super-charged by my massive orgasm, sprinting like it was the race of a lifetime. My dick is going off like a loose fire hose. And in one final thundering step, I spring from the very edge of the platform, and launch myself. And in the weightlessness of a free-fall, my cock is still shooting, and my legs are still running, and I'm flying.
When I crashed into the water, it enveloped me, and it felt like liquid sex, touching every inch of my skin with it's wet fingers. When my feet hit bottom, I pushed off, looking up at the sun shining down on the water surface. I broke through, and sucked in a huge breath of air, and my body shuttered in the aftermath of the biggest thrill ride I'd ever put myself through.
Up above there were more shouts and more hollering and more chanting for the next guy up to take the mind-blowing plunge.
I paddled myself over to where my feet could touch bottom, and waited, wondering who would be next to fly.
It was John.
And when he flew over the edge, his body tilted back in the air, like he'd been ejected from a fighter jet. One second of his flight was enough for me to see a giant rocket of cum blast from his throbbing cock. His arms were above his head, and his red hair was blown straight up from his excellerating speed downward. He made a huge splash, and I immediately swam over to where he'd landed.
When he broke the surface he was gasping for air. I grabbed an arm and moved him over to shallower water. Fire was in his eyes from the intensity of the moment, and his orgasm wasn't yet over. In a fit of passion he locked lips with me, abandoning any thoughts of a fake kiss, but instead going for the real thing. He grabbed my tight ass, and smashed our bodies together so tight that our still twitching cocks crammed hard into each other. Every pore in my body drank him in, and our hearts pounded in tandem.
It was the first real kiss of my entire life, and I never wanted it to end. But as his body came back under his own control, we eventually broke apart. And it was just in time. We looked up to see not one or the other, but both Troy and James leap from the platform.
They soared downward, feet first, cocks blasting off spunk like crazy, rigid in flight, toes pointing stright down; two sculpted twin bodies, perfectly synced; both in ecstasy of their zero gravity orgasms. It was like watching angels descend to earth. It felt like slow-motion.
I love slow motion.
And that's how the Brotherhood of the Dark Knights was born: There in the shadow of Oh Fuck Tower, and in the lust filled waters of the Christening Pond.
I hope you liked chapter 5 :) Feel free to let me know what you think at dozedaze@gmail.com
Happy Holidays! Bain