Well, things seem to be coming along. I want to thank those who have been kind enough to email me their very positive comments. There are two more parts, counting this part dealing with the last few weeks of high school. Part One and Two happened just as written. The first chapter of Part Three is also true. After that, I have taken some liberties. The stories from now on will be 'semi-factual', meaning the sex pretty much happened as indicated, but I have added a little fantasizing here and there. These events happened in the mid 1950's, so memories fade after a time. I wanted to try to get SOME of them down before they degrade too much. Remember, STD's were not a problem then, so the sex is unprotected in these first few stories. I just want to say that I practice SAFE SEX now, and have for years. I encourage all of you to do the same. I have very few partners and we are very familiar with each other's habits.
Anyway, as I'm sure you have guessed after reading Parts One and Two (unless you're one of those who read the ENDING of a book first), that this is a continuation of the true events that began over the last school break of my senior year. Parts Three and Four will cover the last eight weeks of high school. It contains detailed descriptions of sex between young men of varying ages. If this offends you, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
Drive In Movie Encounter: Part Three Chapter One;
I woke up Monday morning with a very big hard on and very pleasant memories. Even the fact that vacation was over and school resumed today couldn't dim the great mood I was in. I hurried thru breakfast and drove to school, hoping to see Paul before class. I was anxious to see how he felt about the events of Saturday night and Sunday morning. We had stopped at the local Denny's to eat breakfast after the night of ground-breaking sex the night before. We talked about our immediate feelings, but then had parted and gone to our respective homes. We hadn't had a chance to talk the rest of the day. Now that over 24 hours had passed, I was curious to see if things were any different.
Paul was nowhere in sight when I arrived at school. The place was a madhouse, with students rushing around as if they had forgotten where their lockers or classrooms were. I headed on into the main building and quickly stopped by my locker to pick up the books and stuff I needed for my first few classes. There was a note from Paul that had been pushed thru the vents in the locker door. It said to meet him at lunch. "Oh boy", I thought, "That sounds bad. Maybe he's having second thoughts". I caught sight of Paul just as he walked into his first class, but he was too far away to hear me yell, and besides, the warning bell rang and I had to hurry to my class. I spent the morning becoming more and more paranoid. I didn't hear much of the lecture in 1st period History. 2nd period Math was a disaster. How was I supposed to concentrate on complex Calculus problems, when my mind was on what was coming at lunch! Things didn't get any better 3rd period either! I almost blew up the Chemistry lab, along with several amused classmates.
Finally, the bell rang, signaling time for lunch. I hurried to the cafeteria, expecting the worst. I quickly rushed thru the line grabbing food without paying much attention to what I was picking up. I caught sight of Paul at one of the far tables. He saw me and waived for me to come over.
He was alone at the table and moved over for me to sit next to him on the bench. We were strangely quiet, and almost shy. Finally Paul said "Are you on some wierd diet or somthing"? "What"?, I stuttered, then I looked down at my tray. I had four different vegetables, including spinach(which I cannot stand), no meat of any kind, and some kind of mixture that resembled red, green, and yellow grass! "I wasn't real hungry", I muttered, wondering if I had enough change to get something from the junk food bar. At least I had picked up a glass of milk. "I got your note. What's up"? "Here it comes", I thought, "He's going to say Saturday was a mistake and that maybe we shouldn't hang out together".
Instead, Paul actually blushed! I mean RED face! Even his ears looked like a couple of stop lights! "Well, my dick, for one thing" he whispered. I had just taken a big gulp of milk and almost choked on it. I started coughing and gasping for breath. Milk came out my nose. Students at several nearby tables looked over and started laughing at my predicament. I finally got everything under control and whispered in a raspy voice "Are you crazy man? THAT was what your note was about"? "Yeah, what did you THINK it was about"? Paul said, handing me a napkin to try and wipe up some of the mess I'd made. "Shit! I thought you were mad at me about the other night! I thought you were going to tell me off". "Why in Hell would I do that? I haven't stopped thinking about it for a minute. I must have jacked off a dozen times yesterday. I wanted to jack off this morning, too, but I was afraid my dick would fall off if I yanked on it again".
Damn! I had gone thru half a day worrying about nothing! What a relief. "Can we get together after school and do it again"? Paul asked, grinning. I felt my dick rising to the thought, making it very uncomfortable in my crotch. Before I could answer, I felt a blow on my back that almost knocked me off the bench. "Hiya, guys. What's up"? It was Jack with the heavy hand, and Brian. Paul and I looked at each other and started laughing. If ONLY they knew exactly WHAT was up! "What the shit's so funny"? Jack asked.
"Oh, nuthin'. What about you guys? What happened Saturday night"? I said to change the subject. "You guys really missed it! You should have been there", Jack bragged as he and Brian sat down with their trays on the bench opposite Paul and me.
For the rest of lunch, we listened to Jack's description of the weekend's action. If, for one minute I didn't know he was full of crap, Sodom and Gomorrah would have seemed like Disneyland! Man he really laid it on thick.
Brian sat quietly thru all this, rolling his eyes occasionally. "Yeah? Really? Wow! You guys must be SOME kind of Romeos" I quipped. Jack took my wiseass remarks seriously and launched into even more sordid details. I saw the corners of Brian's mouth turn up slightly as he tried to keep from laughing out loud. Now folks.....I know there are some football players who are also academic standouts. Unfortunately, Jack was not one of them. All I could think was "All those muscles! Too bad the one between your ears has died from lack of use"! "Shit, man, me and Brian ought to open up a 'Stud For Hire' Service! We could probably pay for college with that"! "Yep", I thought, "Don't give up your day job in the meantime. You better hope you get a football scholarship somewhere, my friend".
Lunch was just about over. Brian and Jack got up to leave. "See you guys later", Brian said as they headed out. We only had a few minutes left and Paul whispered, "How 'bout it? Can we do it after school? I really would like to taste your dick again". I thought about it and then had an idea. "You know where that hole in the fence is behind the Auto Shop"? "Yeah", Paul answered. I said "There's a path that leads back into the woods to a couple of clearings. I heard guys go back there to have a smoke and bullshit during classes sometimes. I hear it's cool. It's real private and you can hear anybody coming up the trail before they get near". "Sounds good. I'll meet you there right after final bell. I just gotta drop by my locker first", Paul said.
The rest of the day went by better than the morning had, but now I was just as antsy, for a different reason. Visions of Paul's hard cock kept going thru my mind. I could almost feel it throbbing in my mouth. The clock on the wall last period seemed to be moving in slow motion. My dick had been hard for an hour and I was tempted to slip into the restroom and jack off. I resisted though, since I wanted to save it for Paul. We had a meeting with our Civil Air Patrol squadron every Monday night, but that wasn't til 7:00. We would have enough time !
Finally, the bell rang and I rushed to my locker to drop off my books and to take out a small cloth rag and a bottle of cologne I keep there for emergencies. I went in the nearest restroom and , after making sure I was alone, stepped up to one of the sinks. I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them along with my briefs down to my knees. I soaped up the rag from the dispenser and washed my whole groin area thoroughly. No, I'm not a 'Clean Freak', I just don't like the smell of unwashed bodies. I also do not sniff dirty jock straps. Drying off, I splashed a little of the cologne into my hands and rubbed them over my groin. I zipped up and returned the rag and cloth to my locker, then headed for the Auto Shop.
I looked around carefully to make sure the coast was clear. Both the rear doors of the shop were down and the lights inside were off. I ran the short distance to the fence, slipped thru and moved into the brush. Walking down the path I saw evidence that the place was used by others; a few drink cans, some cigarette butts, several opened foil condom wrappers, and what appeared to be the remnants of a pair of very frilly underware. Paul was nowhere in sight, so I walked further into the concealing woods. Just as I was beginning to wonder if I was early, I heard my name called from off to the right. I turned off the path and forced my way thru some thick bushes into a small clearing about ten feet across. "Over here, by the tree", came Paul's voice. There was a hugh oak tree with branches hanging down almost to the ground. I could barely make out Paul standing under the tent-like cover...perfect!
As I moved thru the covering branches, I could see the front of his pants was tented out. My own cock began rapidly hardening as we moved into an embrace and our open mouths joined, our arms holding each other. "Mmmmmmmmm", I moaned as I felt Paul's tongue enter my mouth and begin exploring every nook and cranny. I sucked on it and answered with my own tongue dueling with his. Paul pulled his hot lips away from mine and whispered "Damn, I thought school was never going to end. I've been hard for hours thinking about getting into your pants". "I couldn't wait either", I said, but we have to make it quick, as much as I hate to. We should just about have time to get home, change, and get to the meeting".
I unzipped Paul's pants and pulled them down below his knees. I could see the wet spot his pre-cum had made on the front of his briefs. I ran my thumb over the spot and then covered the outline of his dick with my hand. Paul followed my lead, unzipping me and reaching inside for my raging hard on. We began stroking each other's member thru the cloth covering. I started to kneel down and start sucking him thru his briefs, but Paul stopped me. When I glanced up to ask why, he said "Oh no you don't! Not this time. You got me off first Saturday night. Now it's payback time"! As he unbuckled my belt and started pulling down my jeans and briefs, I was slightly surprised by such forcefullnes from him. Paul had always been the quiet, layed-back type who tended to let others take the lead. Wow! Could this be the Paul I know? I asked, amused, "What's with you all of a sudden"?
Paul had my jeans and briefs down to my ankles by now and my cock was pointing straight at him, just inches from his mouth.
Paul looked up and grinned. "You opened a whole new world for me this weekend. Now I've seen what I want. No more little quiet mouse for me from now on. I feel more confident and just like myself more. Now hush and let me work on this, time's wasting"! With that, he grabbed the base of my wildly throbbing dick with one hand, and as his mouth swallowed me whole, his other hand went to my ass and I felt his finger searching for the rosebud. The feel of his hot mouth took my breath away. I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes to enjoy this exciting new side of my buddy.
His wet finger on my ass found it's target. I was pretty loose due to the intense action going on in front, so the finger slid in all the way without any pain. Man, I was a goner. This kid was not going to show any mercy. >From the unintelligible sounds coming from my mouth and the gyrations of my body, he had me...and he KNEW it! "Oh Paul, do it to me! I'm not going to last long. I can't hold back much longer"! I unconsciously began moving my hips back and forth. When my dick would bottom out in his mouth, his finger pulled almost out of my ass. Then, I would jam my ass back on that finger, pulling all but the head of my dick out of his mouth.
"Ahhhhh.......Yes......Yes.......Yes......just a little more......just a little......mmmmore.....Oh.....I'm close...I'm close.....Yes.....you're gonna do it! Youre gonna make me cummmm"! I was unable to control my body any longer. The cum started boiling in my balls and my dick grew even harder. "That's it....you got it....you got it......Unnngh....I'm cumming.....Unngh......Unngh"! Spurt after spurt blasted out of my dick into Paul's waiting mouth. After four or five powerful spurts, a stead stream of cum poured out. Paul didn't miss a drop and held my cock in his mouth until I began to soften. It plopped out of his mouth with a loud slurpy sound, still slick with his saliva.
Paul quickly stood up and fastened his mouth to mine, letting me taste my cum on his tongue. Breaking the kiss, I dropped to my knees, taking his soaked briefs down to join his pants around his ankles. "I'm almost ready to cum without you even touching me, Drew. Don't hold back, just take me and get me off", he rasped. I could tell he wasn't kidding, so I didn't play around. I quickly wet my finger with gobs of his pre-cum, then moved it to his ass and jammed it in to the hilt. Paul's eyes popped wide open and his mouth opened in a silent scream. I didn't give him time to think and swooped down on that beautiful cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. As expected, he smelled of soap, with a slight hint of left-over chlorine.
"Jeeeesus", Paul finally gasped. "What are you doing? I'm going to pop a load any second"! I was too buisy to answer and just increased the speed of my mouth and finger. I could feel him raise up on his toes and his dick started jerking. "Ghaaaaaaaa.....gonna cum.....gonna cum......do it...do it"! I moved my mouth in a circle, causing his dick to feel it from all angles. When I felt his dick swell and his breath catch, I knew he was a goner. I jammed my finger in his ass as far as I could, rubbed 'the spot', and that did it! My mouth was flooded by a torrent of cum which I swallowed repeatedly until his dick finally started wilting in my mouth.
I stood up and kissed Paul, giving him the taste of his cum as he had done for me. The kiss lasted several minutes. Our hands stroked our soft, but satisfied dicks. We suddenly realized we were standing there bareass with our pants and underwear around our ankles. We had tried to be as quiet as we could, but there was always the possibility someone might be on the paths and overhear us. I even imagined I could hear movement back on the path, but when I tried to lsten, there was no sound. We quickly rearranged our clothing and hurriedly left our little 'love nest', slipped back thru the fence, and went to the parking lot. Paul normally rode the bus, but had obviously missed it. I offered to drop him off at his house, then pick him up for our meeting at the airport.
Chapter Two;
After changing into my uniform, I stopped by to pick up Paul. As he came walking to the car, also in uniform, I thought we looked pretty sharp. During the ride to the airport, Paul and I talked about our earlier romp in the woods. "Boy, I'm still tingling from that quickie", Paul said. "Me too", I answered. "One thing I was wondering about"......., he began rather hesitatingly, "I really liked the feeling of your finger in my ass. It really got me hot". "I know", I offered, cutting him off. "I liked it when you did the same to me". "Drew.....would you like to try something more"? "Like what....what do you mean, buddy"? Paul seemed to be struggling to get it out. Finally, he just blurted out "I wondered if, maybe, you'd like to.....kinda.....ffuck me? I know you've done it with girls. I never have wanted to, but I'd like to see if it feels as good as your finger"! He was looking down at his hands in his lap, but glanced up to see if I was disgusted by his suggestion. "Wow, I think that would be something I'd like to try out, too", I said excitedly. I loved the way it made you lose control. I was afraid to ask you, though". Obviously relieved, Paul leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, dropping his hand into my lap and whispering in my ear, "I can't wait! Let's do it"! "Easy, man. We're just about to the airport and it cerrtainly wouldn't look good for the senior cadet officer to show up with a hard on busting his pants"! I moved Paul's hand off my awakening dick and told him in a shaky voice to behave himself and get over on his side of the car. He laughed at my discomfort, but did as I asked. The rat! He knew how to get to me.
We had managed to get our raging hormones under control enough to make a presentable entrance at the hangar. About a dozen cadets were there, along with maybe twice that many of our civilian pilots that made up our Civil Air Patrol squadron. I said hello to several of the cadets, whose ages varied from 16 to 18 years old. I found myself checking them out from a different perspective all of a sudden. I remember seeing many of them naked in the gym, and tried to picture how each of their dicks would look hard. I must be turning into a sex maniac! Now that I had experienced m2m sex, I was anxious to experience more...in order to have something to compare, of course! One or two of the young guys stuck in my mind as my eyes swept over the lot. There was Don Walsh, 17 years old, 5' 5", maybe 135 pounds, blue eyes, sandy blond hair and, I knew from the gym, uncut. He was on the swim team with Paul. I had never noticed how his mouth turned up at the corners and was set in a permanent pout that looked like he wanted to be kissed. And Aaron Spencer, 5" 9", 155 pounds, black hair that curled over his ears and the collar of his shirt. He was always getting hassled about it. I knew he was carrying about 6-6 1/2 inches of cut dick that I had seen semi-erect a couple of times. My mouth watered at the thought of rolling that cock around on my tongue.
A couple of the civilian pilots said hello and shook our hands. Paul and I had flown with most of them several times. These guys owned their own planes, mostly Cessnas, Piper Cubs, and one or two Mooneys. They all selfishly donated their time and equipment to Search and Rescue efforts. John Sanders was a young attorney in the biggest law firm in town. He was a graduate of our own high school and had just been hired, right out of Law School. He had blond wavy hair, green eyes over a straight nose and a killer smile, but he was like a shark in a feeding frenzy in the courtroom. He was 28, a little over six feet and still carried his 195 pounds over a well developed, firm body.
Our liason officer with the United States Air Force was a young Captain named Wes Jennings. He had been a fighter pilot in Korea and had a chest full of decorations. The story was, he was an 'Ace', meaning he had shot down at least five enemy aircraft in combat. He had black hair, flecked with premature grey cut short in military fashion. I thought he presented a very distinguished image. I had flown with him on occasion and found him to be extremely at home in the air. He was very outgoing, but rarely spoke of his wartime experiences. He actually seemed a little embarrassed by the hero worship heaped on him by all the young cadets.
The meeting was taken up mainly with updates on an ongoing search mission. Each pilot was assigned an area to search. Those who did not have another qualified pilot to relieve him at the controls periodically on long flights, would often take one or two of the cadets along as observers. We had flown with them enough to have gotton quite a bit of stick time and they felt comfortable in letting us take over the controls for short periods of time to allow them to relax for a few minutes from the gruelling chore of flying the airplane AND trying to read the flight map AND constantly be visually searching for downed aircraft, or a lost hunter. Some of the airplanes were equipped with instruments designed to pick up a signal from a crash locater beacon, which every airplane was supposed to have on board. This was nice, but many pilots did not keep up with current regs and didn't have even the minimum survival equipment common sense should have told them. Also, if we were looking for a lost hunter, they usually didn't carry electronic beacons, so we had to be on the lookout for smoke, or mirrors, or sometimes a signal on the ground, made from available materials.
The meeting lasted a little over an hour. Search assignments were given out for the next day and we were dismissed. The cadets were responsible for cleaning up all the coffe cups and soft drink cans, as well as straightening up the locker room area, making sure wet towells weren't left laying around.
We all pitched in and pretty much had the conference room all square in about fifteen minutes. Paul and I told the rest of the junior cadets to take off, that he and I would clean up the locker room. Of course we had 'other' plans in mind also. Don and Aaron sort of hung back til the others had left. They seemed in the mood to talk and we couldn't just tell them to leave.
The four of us went into the locker room and began throwing wet towells into the washer, and making sure the pilot's flight suits were all hung in their lockers. "Drew, I hope you don't mind Aaron and me staying", Don meekly said. "We kinda hoped we could ask you guys about something". Thinking he wanted to ask something about the squadron, I said "Sure, kid, what's up"? "Well, we've been trying to figure out what to do about some of the feelings we've been having", Aaron blurted in. "What 'feelings', I asked curious now.
"I think we might be more interested in other guys than girls", Don sheepishly muttered. "Why in Hell are you two asking US about something like that"? I got out, swallowing hard. "Well, it's like this. Aaron and me have been sorta foolin' around with each other for a while, you know, just jacking off together and stuff like that, and we were thinking about maybe trying something more". "So? What has this got to do with Paul and me"? I asked. Don was getting very red-faced and having a hard time getting words out. I noticed Paul was staring, nervously as the two boys looked at each other. "OK", Aaron offered. "Me and Don sneaked out to the woods behind school today after final bell.......". Suddenly I felt sick! It was beginning to dawn on me. I knew what was coming! I HAD heard something! Don had found his voice again and simply blurted it out in plain language. "We had walked back on the path behind Auto Shop and we heard some funny sounds coming from behind the bushes. We peeked thru and saw you two kissing each other and foolin' around"!
End of Part Three:
Once again, I have started adding a little to the story line. I assure you, the upcoming events actually took place; The other two boys were not under age in reality, it didn't actually happen after the meeting, etc., BUT this DID happen. I'll try not to overdo the "additions'. Hope you continue to enjoy the last episode of this period, Part Four, coming soon. Please address any comments to ghettorod@hotmail.com