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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution --- but it may well be the best one. Jon
The Front Seat of His Car
Original Story: The Savannah Kid
Chapter by: Jon Hold
Chapter 4
Spring Break
The next morning pretty much saw the end of hidden agenda's between Dad and us boys. I woke up with Dad already screwing my ass. He wasn't just fucking me, he was making love to me, something James could take some lessons on from Dad to learn his advanced techniques. His hands were busy soothing and caressing my body, stimulating erogenous zones I didn't even know I had. His lips and tongue were in full cry, licking and laving and sucking and fondling. Teasing me into desperate need so subtly and quietly that I hardly felt it coming 'til it was way, way too late to do anything but go along with the raging fuck-lust. His hairy leg even came up over me and stimulated my flanks and legs while his hips played variations on a theme up my ass with a mature cock that knew exactly what it was up to (you should excuse the pun).
I quickly got to the point where I couldn't stand his slow lovemaking any more. I twisted in his grasp, never losing what he had inserted inside me as I turned to face him while rolling him over on his back. Sitting on his hips I took control of the fuck and started giving myself the stimulation I craved. There seemed to be way too many hands at work while I bounced myself on Daddy as if he was one of those spring hobby-horses. I looked to the side. James had woken up and was languidly feeling all over me, especially where his father was plugged into me. I grinned as I bounced up and down and he grinned at me and winked. That did me in and I started riding like I was in the charge of the Light Brigade. Baklava, here I come!
Dad couldn't take it, the wimp! He grabbed my waist and started bouncing me up and down even harder. Yelling and hollering and bouncing all over the bed. Then his teeth locked up, he arched up to the sky and held me down against him as hard as he could while he shot what seemed like six or eight quarts of boiling hot sperm into my guts.
Gasping for air, Dad fell limply to the bed, leaving me standing spraddle- legged with an empty asshole gapping in the wind. I had the cure for that!
I got down between Dad's legs and struggled to lift his left leg up onto my shoulder. The solid mass of muscle looked like a hairy treetrunk up there on my narrow-assed and hairless shoulder. It took everything I had to get Dad's right leg up on my other shoulder without losing the other leg. Once I had them both up on my shoulders I dug my toes into the sheets and started driving forward like I was trying to move the blocking sled all by myself. I managed to get Dad's legs up and my dick popped into his ass like it had found its long lost home. Dad reached up and grabbed his ankles and I started screwing his ass like a bull rabbit screwing a blood-thirsty ferret. Dad was moaning and trying to pinch my dick off with his ass muscles and James had fallen back down on the bed, pointing at us and laughing his ass off at the vision of my pint-sized butt working madly to screw Dad's big, hairy, man-sized butt. I made up my mind right there that I was going to finish giving Dad a good fuck and then teach my smart- assed older brother a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
Dad said later that I'd given him the most exciting fuck he'd had in years (which sort of made me wonder who he'd been fucking around with) and that I was welcome to fuck him again anytime I got the urge. When I spooged his ass he went right along with me, covering his hairy belly and chest with white strands and drops of his own proof of excitement.
Without even pausing, I shot the last of my load into Dad and jumped on top of James, rolling him onto his belly and puncturing his ass in one swell foop. Startled, James went from laughing to a surprised squeal in a split second, but it was way too late for him to do anything but stick his butt up in the air so I could fuck him even harder.
Dad just laid there watching us with a silly smile on his face. My dick had that funny feeling you sometimes get when you double-fuck. Not numb, but you know you can fuck forever without coming again until you want to. Dad watched us for a while, but when he realized that I had every intention of fucking James into mush, and that James was getting sore, he put his big hand on my ass and the next thing I knew he had a big Daddy finger tapping on my prostate and I was blasting James' ass like a madman.
We were all pretty shaky legged in the shower and my proving that there were no hard feelings by sucking both of them off didn't really help all that much --- but, then again, I didn't hear any protests either. James and I just barely escaped getting thrown naked into the bed and having our asses screwed again by the big stud dressed in hair. After chasing us around the room for awhile, Dad settled for swatting our asses and ordering us to get dressed. It was two hungry teenagers that he escorted downstairs.
Once we got outside Dad put stopped and put his arms around our shoulders and just looked at all the beauty around him. Finally, taking a deep breath, he said, "Come on, Boys. We got a whole life in front of us."
I knew it was going to be good.
The last week before Spring Break was a mess. Plans and counter-plans. Relatives calling. Final tests and massive studying. Things finally settled out: Dad and Mom were going back East for the first week of vacation and James and I were given permission to have some of our friends vacation with us up at the family summer camp. The second week was to be family only at the cabins, the other boys were going to take off and join their own families. The third week was open to whatever might happen.
James and I invited a bunch of our football and baseball buddies as well as some of our gymnastics and track team friends. I invited a geek friend of mine, Steve, totally non-athletic but a good friend who had helped me out many times. I figured that getting him around some of the other guys might get him out of his shell a little.
All the guys agreed to skip the school dance on Friday night, opting to take off right after school so we didn't have to drive at night or in the Saturday traffic. Dad had let us use the big van and we had it loaded with food, clothes and toys. Steve was the only guy who didn't have his own car or a ride with someone, so he came with James and me in the van. James drove and I rode shotgun. Steve rode part of the way in my lap. Talking, singing along with the radio, and teasing each other, we had a great trip up the mountain.
Dad's great grandfather had homesteaded a big piece of land up in the mountains and Dad's grandfather had added to it during the depression. There was just the one dirt road leading onto the property guarded by a locked gate. We'd given "visitors keys" to all the guys driving and the plan was to just meet up there. A bunch of us met on the road though and sort of convoyed up there. The road lead up the hill across the property into the circular valley that comprised the bulk of the old homestead. Dad's grandfather had bought up land surrounding the original homestead so that no one could legally build, or even look down into the valley. We zigzagged down to the valley floor and it only took a couple of minutes more to pull up in the parking area. Grabbing all we could carry we bypassed the big main house and headed down to the boathouse by the lake. James and his cousins had claimed the boathouse years ago in the name of the "Freedom of Teenagers from Nosey Parents" movement. Everyone had joked and laughed about it when the budding teenagers brought it up, but the family council voted "Yes" on the proposition and parents had been off-limits down there without an invitation ever since. The girl cousins had their own place back up the hill, where they could look down on everyone, so the boathouse was pretty much boys only. One of the big rooms had been converted to bunkbeds, big ones that could sleep two each.
It took almost no time to fire up the big outside bar-b-que and get hot dogs and hamburgers going. The rest of the clothes and junk got moved down the slope while the chef's were cooking. There was plenty of moon so no outside lights were turned on except right over the food. The music was turned up loud and everyone was having a great time. After dinner clothes started dropping and the end of the pier and the boat float became the center of the party. It was decided that everyone could have two beers, but anyone who wanted to drink more had to leave the pier and stay away from the water. Getting drunk the first night was okay, but you had to clean up your own puke.
There was a lot of grab-ass and playing around. Some guys in two's and three's and four's grouping together talking and drinking soda's and beer. Somebody started dancing and it was funny listening to the arguments about who was going to lead this time and who sprung a boner first. Steve pretty much hung back and just watched everyone, just like he did at school, but once someone figured out that he'd never learned to dance and preferred to follow rather than lead in any case. Suddenly Steve became really popular, all the guys trying to show him the different dances. An amazed Steve found himself the center of attention and was loving it. Some of the guys really got into slow dancing with him. It was a warm evening and nobody had bothered getting dressed again after swimming so it was pretty easy to see that the guys slow dancing with Steve were boning up pretty regularly. No one said anything about it, just waited and took their turns.
I noticed that Steve had been missing for a while and went looking for him. He was on the far side of the boat house, on his knees. He'd discovered that he liked sucking guys dicks even better than dancing with them. The guys didn't seem to mind and there was a group of them circled around, waiting for their turn. It was a pretty ideal situation. A bunch of horny young dicks and a guy who had just discovered that there was life outside of schoolbooks. Everyone was gentle, except maybe just as they started shooting. Steve was swallowing all donations and it looked to me like he was learning technique fast. I gave Steve a shot at my load and really enjoyed his eager attack on my developing manhood. After he'd vacuumed me dry I bent over and thanked him and told him that if anyone gave him a hard time to come and tell either James or I and that we'd take care of any problems. Steve started to answer but this long, tall basketball player named Ralph came up and hip-bumped me out of the way, saying that he was in emergency need of Steve's service and that we could yack some other time. Steve swallowed the guys long skinny dick right to the pubic hairs so that was pretty much the end of that conversation. As far as I could tell, Steve sucked off every dick present at least once that night and went from lonely virgin to sought-after cock sucker. I saw him walking around the party several times later that evening and the other guys were all treating him like an old-time buddy. It never lasted long though because either he grab a couple of guys or a couple of guys would grab him and they'd disappear out back again.
Everyone got up late the next morning. We were sucking down our second and third cups of coffee and starting breakfast when the commotion broke out. There was this guy named George that had just moved to town a few months ago. We'd invited him along more to be nice than anything. Apparently he'd been up early and seen a couple of the football linemen escorting Steve out into the bushes. Sneakily, he followed then and watched Steve get down on his knees and start sucking one of them. That's when George started raising hell about "The Faggot!" and guys that would let someone suck their dick. Going on about how he was going to tell everyone in town about the faggot and get the son-of-a-bitch run out of town on a rail.
Steve went past us into the boathouse, crying and running like a frightened deer. I looked at James and he pointed to where Steve had disappeared. I took off after Steve and James hitched up the pants he wasn't wearing and headed for George. When I got Steve quieted down and lead him outside the rest of the guys had George spread-eagled over a wooden bench and were taking turns on his ass with a heavy wood paddle. James finally told them to stop and pretty much forced Steve to give George his last half-dozen licks. Then James had the guys let go of George and told him that if he ever said a word to anyone that what they'd do to him would make his ass beating look like a birthday kiss from his sweet little-old grandmother. Then he told him to get his shit and get out and never come back. The other guys acted like they weren't done with him yet and, limping, he got out of there as quickly as he could.
The other guys gathered around Steve once George was gone and tried to assure him that everything was going to be okay. Poor Steve was overwhelmed and couldn't stop crying. Buzz, the center for the football team and about half of the front line, a confirmed pussy hound who was acknowledged to have fucked more of the pussy in High School than anyone else, stepped forward, parting the sea of humanity as if it weren't there and said something about how he was going to hell before he lost the best cocksucker he'd ever met. He picked Steve up like a ten pound sack of rice and threw him over his shoulder, heading for one of the cabins without another word.
We all just stood there staring until the door of the cabin closed behind Buzz and Steve. We all looked at each other and one of the guys, wide- eyed, said, "Uhhh-oooooh. Somebody's gonna get their ass fucked for sure!" We all looked back at the cabin, our minds wandering because besides being a major pussyhound, Buzz had the second biggest dick at school. Somebody, who shall remain nameless to protect their life, goose'd the guy who'd said 'uhhh-oooooh". He jumped like someone had taken a red-hot branding iron to his ass and the mad chase was on. After a mad free-for- all by a bunch of naked hard-bodies like this, any self-respecting voyeur would have whacked their cock to a nubbin.
One of the football linemen tackled a blond-haired gymnast maybe a quarter of his weight, yelling, "This one's mine!" The Gymnast's twin brother heard that and jumped on one of the swimmers back, yelling, "I dot dibbs on this one!" Laughing and running around like maniac's, the boys started pairing up. "Come and get me" and "You're going to have to work to get me" became the two most popular games as the mood and the speed with which things were happening combined to make the guys forget, or at least ignore, their usual inhibitions.
When everyone was pretty much exhausted, and paired up, James held his hands up to get everyone's attention. "Okay. You guys with buddies, take each others hands and hold them over your heads. The rest of this camp- out is on the buddy system so that no one drowns or gets lost or anything. If you're not paired up, look around and join with someone. Everybody has to have at least one buddy and you HAVE to know where your buddy is at all times. You can change buddies, but not until everyone involved is partnered with a buddy. Now, pair up!"
After a certain amount of joshing around and picking on each other, everyone had a buddy and had agreed that the buddy system made sense. Mostly everyone paired up, but there were a couple of troika's and the blond twins didn't have all that much trouble talking their buddies into forming a foursome. The swimmer was unable to get hold of his little blond, who was stuck to his back like a limpet, but the football player had his version under his arm and it looked like they had come to some sort of understanding, or at least, the blonds bright red butt gave that impression.
The rest of the day was spent swimming, hiking, bicycling, playing volleyball and just laying around talking. Something had let loose among the guys and , especially when the bull-bellowings and higher-pitched squalls of pleasure rattled the windows of the cabin Buzz and Steve had disappeared into, there was a lot of talk about how much sex guys needed and how hard it was to get girls to help out with the problem.
At lunch time I took a tray up to Buzz and Steve's cabin, but didn't really bother them. I just laid the tray on the doorstep and knocked on the door. I noticed later that the tray was gone and not long after that Steve started squealing again. Apparently Buzz had recharged his energy. The rest of the day was spent with the buddy teams getting to know each other better, in some cases, a LOT better! At one point James got me into a hammock and screwed me, right there in front of everybody. I guess it was his way of saying that he loved me and that if anyone had anything to say, they'd better say it now.
I guess the biggest surprise of the afternoon was when two brothers, tall baseball players of the tobacco chewing, red-necked variety, put on a little show of their own, doing an athletic 69 and then butt-fucking each other at the same time. You know they had to have had a LOT of practice to do that. Seems like once they got the idea that the rest of the guys weren't going to act like a bunch of jerks, they actually got off showing their paces to their buddies, who applauded their mutual orgasm loudly.
A major turn-on for me was when I saw the football player and the swimmer sit down knees-to-knees, each with a blond boy across his lap. They worked those butts over just one step short of brutally, and the blond twins were much better behaved for the rest of our vacation together, although they did require a few little reminders.
When the spanking was over I noticed that James was standing next to me, watching me. He stepped over and put his arm around my shoulder. "Did you like what you saw?"
I just swallowed nervously and nodded 'Yes'.
"Would you like some of that for yourself?"
I stood there, staring up at James with that feeling of being a little boy with his big brother that I got around James sometimes. I didn't really understand it, but I knew that I loved it when I felt that way. I went with the feeling. I nodded again. "If I'm naughty."
James smiled and pulled me closer to him. "What if Dad was to spank us both?"
That did it. I sprang to iron-hard in an instant and started to tremble all over. That's when James took me to the hammock and gave me the butt- screwing I needed to calm down.
The twins and I got assigned to get dinner ready and we watched the big guys playing around with each other while we were making salad, getting chicken ready to fry and boiling potatoes. The twins told me that they'd been screwing each other since forever and were really hoping that their new buddies were interested in screwing them. I asked them if there was anything I could do to help and they said no, that they were just wishing that they didn't have to be separated to be with their new friends. I washed my hands off and left for a little bit. When I came back, I handed them a key. "If you was to take a canoe out this evening and if you was to go to the cabin on the south side of the lake you'd probably find out that climbing up to the dock isn't all that easy and that it's pretty easy for you to slip and for the canoe to capsize and get everyone wet. Then, if you looked under the doormat you'd probably find a key to the cabin and a bunch of fire wood right next to the fireplace. Just one problem though."
The twins, confused, looked first at each other, and then at me. "What problem?" they said together.
"There's only one great big bed in that cabin."
The twins, puzzled, looked at each other again. I could see the dawning light of comprehension spread across their faces. Suddenly I was the recipient of the most enthusiastic hugs a pair of naked blond twins could bestow.
"But what's the key for?"
Take a bag of snacks with you tonight. The key opens the storage closet in the big house. Get a jar of Vaseline from the closet, you're going to need it by the time those two big lugs get done with you."
That got me hugs and kisses and 'Thank you's' for being so thoughtful. The only thing is, I'm here to tell you though that cutting up chicken with one guy sucking your dick and another one sucking your balls isn't the easiest thing in the world. My hand got pretty shaky there for a while, and dinner was almost late.
Somebody dragged Buzz and Steve down from their cabin, so everyone was at dinner together. Buzz's balls were hanging REALLY low and Steve was never more than a few inches from his side. I noticed that Steve was walking kind of funny, but kept looking up at Buzz like he was the only other person in the universe. Buzz, for his part, was talking and joking with his buddies, but kept rubbing Steve's back and patting his butt like it was his personal property. Buzz sat Steve in his lap and hand fed him dinner. Steve was so far gone that he probably wouldn't have eaten otherwise. I notice later that Buzz lifted Steve and that when he sat Steve back down that both of them got shit-eating grins on their faces and their rate of consumption dropped to almost zero. I also noticed that the twins seemed to approve of the arrangement and had convinced their buddies that it was the big guys responsibility to hold them in their laps and feed them. Neither stud seemed to have any problem with that at all and openly pampered their new buddies.
Cleanup after dinner was quick and easy with lots of willing hands doing the work. The paper plates added considerably to the starting of the evening bonfire. Everyone found seats on the logs surrounding the fire pit, buddy pairs staying together, being joined by close friends. A round of scary stories was followed by, reluctant at first, dancing when someone drug out an old record player and a bunch of 45's from the 60's. A few fast songs were played, but slow music was the evenings preferred choice. Guys really started to get into it when they realized how powerful the feelings were when you danced with someone you liked without the inhibitions of clothing or some gal trying to play hard-to-get. As everyone relaxed and got into it, it became difficult to tell if they were dancing or having sex. Probably both in a lot of cases. In the case of Buzz and Steve it wasn't all that difficult to tell because Steve had his legs wrapped around Buzz's waist and it wasn't particularly difficult, even with a casual glance, to see where Buzz's dick was. I don't think they even knew anyone else was out there dancing with them. Didn't really matter though because between watching them and the way James was banging my butt the guys loosened up pretty good, groping each other and getting REAL close.
Everything changed when somebody started chanting, "Circle-jerk, circle- jerk, circle-jerk..." over and over. By one's and two's (and three's and four's) everyone joined in, chanting and forming a rough circle around the campfire which had started to burn down. Every one was at least feeling their dicks and most of the guys were openly stimulating themselves.
James raised his hands for silence and after the usual delays found in any group of teenagers, the silence of the dark night was profound. "Three rules tonight, dudes. First, you can't touch your own dick. Second, five strokes only on anyone until you've done everyone else. Last, you have to cum in the fire so everyone can see."
That met with roars of approval, most of the guys immediately grabbing someone else's dick. A few guys sort of held back, but joined right in when they saw it wasn't a joke. James was smart and didn't grab me right off, but the guy on the other side of him, one of the swimming team guys. He grinned at me and told me he'd see me when I was a little closer to cumming. I grinned back, thinking that was a GREAT idea.
Buzz was one of the ones who held back, but got right into the program when Steve got mad at him and told him to quit holding back from their friends. The twins decided to work together and, in the long run, were probably responsible for more guys cumming that evening than anyone else. It was sort of hard to ignore four hot hands seriously working on your joint. I started noticing that guys would cum, and then turn up missing. I watched closer and they were pairing back up with their buddies and either taking off into the bushes or heading for the bunkroom where nobody turned on the lights and all sorts of eager sounds could be heard from the various bunkbeds. I saw a canoe headed South across the lake and Buzz headed for the cabin with Steve's legs wrapped around his waist again.
James and I had to add firewood to the water boiler twice that night. The schools top athletes, pussyhounds, and straight-laced church goers gave up all their inhibitions and were sucking dick, fucking ass and having the same done to them. There seemed to always be at least one pair of guys in the big communal shower, just as likely or not having sex in one way or another, or getting cleaned up and re-energized for another round in bed. Guys would come back from the woods in pairs, dirty, tousled and all scratched up --- but grinning at each other like cats that had eaten a whole flock of canary's. More than one of them was walking like their ass was sore or something.
Nobody really got to sleep until after dawn, and breakfast was sort of catch-as-catch-can. But everyone seemed to be in a good mood, if sleepy, and involved in a lot of what I'm sure the school psychologist would refer to as 'interpersonal relationships'.
Things were pretty low-key until dinner time. Guys walking around talking to each other or sitting together in out of the way places. Nobody seemed to be hiding out our anything, just spending some private time with friends who had suddenly become lots more than just friends. There were guys swimming and taking hikes and playing games of one sort or another of course, but it seemed like no one was alone, everyone seemed to be with at least one other person all the time.
James came to me as I was cleaning up after lunch and pulled me aside.
"I need to ask you a favor, Clay. Okay?"
Puzzled, I just said, "Sure."
James took my hand and led me to the backside of the boathouse. Perry, James' best friend until Perry's family moved to the next town in their freshman year, was standing there waiting for us.
"Ummm...." James began. Unsure of himself, which was rare. "It's about Perry and me, Clay." Afraid I might be thinking the wrong thing, he hurried on, "Perry was the first guy I ever jacked-off with. We never touched each other or anything. But.... Well.... Perry's important to me, Clay."
I looked at Perry. Secretly, Perry had been the other heart-throb in my life. Seeing him and Perry together the few times I'd been around when Perry was visiting was sure to put me on the rail and keep me there as long as I saw those two together. They obviously cared a lot about each other and tried to keep up with each others lives. While James was ruggedly handsome, Perry was fucking beautiful in a fantastically powerful masculine way. When he stared at a girl with those deep sea- green eyes of his they started taking their panties off with out even asking questions. You knew, just looking at him that Perry was the most masculine man you'd ever meet. The look of him, the smell of him, the very way he moved was as sensual as the masculine animal was capable of. Seeing the two of them side-by-side again put me right on the massive rail side of excited, James' ruggedness complementing Perry just as Perry made James all the more desirable, just standing there doing nothing.
I knew how important they were to each other, even if they didn't, and knew what I had to do. "Do you two want to be alone, or can I join you?"
Red streaks flared up Perry's naked chest and neck, exploding across his face in crimson embarrassment. James just smiled. "Perry wanted you to join us, and I'm not going to do anything without asking you first."
I walked over to where James was standing beside Perry and stepped in-between them, turning to face the same direction. Taking one of their hands in each of mine I looked up at them and asked, "You guys wanna go find a cabin?"
I took us three tries but we found a cabin that was not only empty, but had clean sheets. First off we took a shower together, goofing around with only a modest amount of sexual horseplay. A bit more than you'd find in the typical high school gym shower, but not much. We dried off and went to the enclosed patio and sat around a table in the shade, While James and Perry talked, I ran off and got some lemonade and paper cups. When I got back James and Perry were talking about how important they were to each other. I just listened until James started talking about him and me. I tried to tell Perry how important James was to me. I also told him about how attracted to him I was and tried to explain why seeing him and James together had always turned me on so much.
Perry blew both James and me away when he said that one of the reasons moving away had been okay was because he was worried that some day he wouldn't be able to control himself and would end up raping my beautiful tight butt.
James and I just sat there in shock, but I recovered first, standing up and turning so my butt three quarters faced Perry so that he could see the crack, but not right up inside it. Bending forward, I put my hand on my butt and pulled the cheek open just enough so Perry could see just a little bit better. "This butt you mean?" I innocently asked.
You could hear Perry's sudden erection whang the bottom of the steel table. James just turned to face Perry, grinning. That same grin that usually meant my butt was his. All he said was, "The rape is on!"
I barely got a head start before two chairs crashed into the ground and the sound of pounding footsteps thundered behind me. They caught me as I was trying to open the locked door (I was pulling on the doorhandle, NOT the lock. My momma didn't raise no fools!).
Seconds later they had me down on the bed, wrestling with me and tickling me until I was hysterical. We finally collapsed, panting, me on my back bookended by James and Perry laying on their sides, each with an arm across my chest and a leg over one of mine. As far as I was concerned, God could turn out the lights right there. I didn't figure I was going to get much closer to heaven. Little did I know.
We laid there and talked for a while quietly touching, exploring each other and satisfying the curiosity boys naturally have about each other. Other than their fine athletic bodies, the physical parts of James and Perry I was most interested in was between their legs. I started out feeling them with my hands. James I knew well. By now his growing cock was 5+" long and fat. A sturdy workman's cock that spread you open and kept you open. The dark black of the mass of hair surrounding his cock and covering his balls was fun to run my fingers through and while it was somewhat coarse, it felt wonderful when he was fucking my face or behind. Each of his balls would fill my mouth when I was sucking on them and their bulk is what made up a lot of the bulge in James' pants. Perry on the other hand, was in my other hand. I had a lot of unanswered questions about him to answer. I tried to slide down between the two bigger boys while they were talking across me, but they caught on and decided that they wanted something to play around with and talk about themselves.
Strong hands grabbed me and flipped me end-for-end. They ended up with my topic of conversation right there in front of them and I ended up right in the middle of the devils playground --- and I got to be the devil.
I landed with my face right in James' groin. A quick check assured me that all the pieces were still there (like they were going to get up and walk out of the room on their own in disgust). James' dick was swollen, but not really hard. Like it got when he wasn't really serious about sex, but wanted to be ready, just in case. I leaned forward just a tiny bit and kissed the closest ball, just to let James know he wasn't being ignored and that I'd be back.
I rolled my head and was confronted immediately by an elegantly slender tube of human flesh rising straight up from a hazy puff of translucent blond hair. The shaft was broader than it was deep, very straight until it curved up towards Perry's nose for the last third of its length. The finely shaped head bulged proudly at the end of the shaft, covered by twin layers of foreskin so thin and fine as to be almost transparent, a tracery of blue veins quite visible over shaft and foreskin. The organ appeared to be fully erect, but I planned on testing that further. For now, I noted that the snug foreskin had been retracted enough that the rounded nose was exposed while the flared part was still securely covered.
I leaned forward just a bit and sniffed. Heavenly! Perry smelled very different than James, I'd have no trouble telling them apart in the dark, but, just like it was with James, the smell of him set my heart to pounding and the blood rushing through my veins. My four-incher popped up like a Jack-in-the-box.
James and Perry laughed at my reaction to getting a good whiff of Perry's crotch, but Perry didn't seem to mind, not one little bit! In fact, he rolled more towards me and lifted his upper leg, resting his foot on his other knee for support. His cock still jutted straight out, but a pair of truly beautiful balls slid out from between his legs and the long, loose, finely skinned sack let them slide all the way to the bed where they rested, waiting for me. Perry's bush was confined almost entirely to the smooth skin right above his rampant organ, only a small amount of hair reaching the sides of his shaft. His ballsac and the area behind his balls were completely hairless as far as I could see.
I shrugged and said to myself, 'what the hell...' and buried my face in Perry's crotch with my lips on his peritoneum and my nose poking between his hairless buttocks. Perry let out a startled yell and I could hear James laughing. "I should have warned you about that. Our little brother can be a little bit impulsive from time to time.
"OUR" little brother? I shrugged my shoulders again. That was fine by me. I pulled Perry's buttocks apart. Totally hairless! Not a single hair in sight anywhere on Perry's butt or in the crack of his ass. His unblemished skin was that translucent white you only find in people of Scandinavian ancestry --- and the Irish. The skin flowed smoothly to the almost perfectly pursed lips of Perry's butthole. The coloring changing only slightly pinkish near the center of the beautiful hole. There was one thing that I'd never tried with James, and I wondered briefly if my guardian spirit had held the experience in reserve just for when I really got to know Perry. Without hesitation or second thought I leaned forward and kissed Perry's nethermouth.
Perry went berserk! He grabbed me around the waist and leg and bit into my thigh to stifle his scream. His hips jumped forward, trying to escape and just as suddenly jerked back, trying to get me to kiss him some more. Trembling, still biting my thigh, he tried to hold still with his crack completely exposed to me. I just looked. Perry had one of those light tight squared off butts found only on guys that work out constantly. The almost right-angle cut of the buttocks bottoms exposed the now pulsing portal to Perry's pleasure. Slowly... firmly... tantalizingly... I licked from right behind Perry's balls all the way to the small of his back.
"Oh, Jeeze. Oh, Jeeze" Perry kept moaning.
I pulled back and looked at my target again. Then fell forward like a starving man. Locking my lips around the pulsing pucker as I drove my tongue between the tender lips as deeply as I could.
"Father sucking frog damned mother fucking dog humping rabbit farts!" Perry screamed as he started cumming all over me and James and himself and the bed and probably the walls and ceiling as well.
I felt James let go of me and surge down, laying his head on my chest as he swallowed Perry's cock to the root, gagging and coughing, but refusing to give up his spurting prize.
I hung onto Perry as he thrashed around as if my life depended on it, alternately having my tongue squeezed in an iron-hard vise and then trying to drive my tongue in even deeper as the vise relaxed. I started shooting into the sky and don't remember anything after feeling Perry's mouth totally engulf my stone-hard four inches.
I woke up pressed between James and Perry as they hugged and kissed each other. My head just came up to their chins but James bent down to kiss me and Perry took my ear in his mouth to welcome me back to the land of the living. I snuggled into their warmth and tried to return the kiss as passionately as possible. James was acting as if he was trying to wipe up every trace of Perry's ass from my mouth. I guess that was okay though because I returned the favor by trying to find every lingering trace of Perry's cum as my tongue washed the insides of James' mouth.
Perry was really working my ear over, which made me unbelievably horny, as he humped against my butt.
James let go of my lips and nuzzled down between my face and the mattress so he could whisper into my ear. "Perry wants to fuck you. Is that okay with you?"
I just moaned in approval and lifted my leg up over James' hips. Perry felt me tilt my now exposed hole back up to him and lost no time pulling his hips back and down so that his upswept cock could find my hold. Two misses and the third was the charm. I'd been keeping myself lubed up because I never knew when James was going to jump my butt so Perry just slid all the way into me, right up to his pubes. He moaned and took my earlobe between his teeth, rolling his hips as he slowly fucked in and out of my tight ass.
James was running his hand up and down us, feeling first me and then Perry and then the both of us at the same time. Running his hand down between my legs to feel Perry's cock fucking my asshole. Pulling back up to play with my balls and then giving my leaking erection a few good strokes before wandering back up my side.
I felt James pushing his hips forward, trying to get his pecker to reach Perry. I knew right off what needed to be done. I reached down between James and me and pushed up on his hip. James got the idea right away and lifted his hips up off the mattress. I wiggled my bottom leg up until it was laying on the bed in the soft part between James' hips and ribcage. Once I got into position I took my fingers off of James' hip and he laid back down, carefully. I knew it wasn't going to be very comfortable for either of us, but figured we could take it for a while. I pulled my other leg up to the same position and locked my legs around his waist leaving my exposed butt pointing down with Perry's shaft sliding in and out of my now really hot hole.
James tilted my head up and lip-locked me in thanks, pushing forward at the same time until I felt his pubes against my balls and his cockhead nosing around were Perry was fucking me so well. I was mind-blasted. A long slender cock pulled slowly out of me and a shorter, much fatter one slid into me at the same pace. I'm not sure how long, but James and Perry spent a lot of time kissing and hugging each other and me as they learned how to work together as a team. Teamfucking me. They played every variation on my ass that they could think up. One fucking me fast until he was right on the verge of exploding and then making way for the other who fucked me as slowly as a tree sloth would have. One stroke in, pull out, other dick takes one, or two, or three strokes. Then both taking two or three or just staying outside, pushing at my eager hole.
I was totally soaked in sweat and almost totally exhausted when I felt both boys starting to go for the gold, pounding my ass harder and faster and faster and harder until they lost their timing and both of them punched into me at the same time. Both my big brothers cock up my ass at once. I screamed and started trying to fuck myself on there cocks as hard as I could, my sperm flying all over the place, landing on sweat glistening skin and sex swollen lips. I thought the big guys were going to crush me, hugging me so hard in-between them as both cocks swelled to blasting size and let loose inside of my sweet ass.
Buzz said later that all the screaming scared Steve and that he'd come over to make sure we were okay and not being killed by someone with a chainsaw. All he found was three boys passed out in the middle of the bed. Two cocks still trapped inside of hole with a lot of cum leaking out of it. He covered us up and left, with some new ideas of what he was going to do to Steve next.
That evening at campfire everyone looked seriously worse for wear. Some of the guys could barely keep their eyes open but as the talk got around to sex, they managed. That night we had an encounter group that our counselors would have been proud of, if they could have ever gotten us to be that serious at school instead of just goofing around and making their lives miserable. It was pretty much decided that whatever a bunch of guys decided to do together was absolutely nobody else's business. That mutual respect, trust and our personal honor were enough to ensure everyone's privacy. Besides, if anyone talked, we were ALL gonna pound his ass to flinders.
We sort of laughed when that came up, but we all knew that it really wasn't a joke. This was like a rite of manhood and it was privileged to us on our honor. There was a lot of discussion of feelings and worries that had come up. Most of the guys had never seriously thought about bonding this closely to anyone. As close as they'd gotten was wondering which bimbo they were going to get pregnant and have to marry. Amazingly, there was very little guilt, except maybe for Steve who had told a bunch of guys that he'd suck them off anytime they wanted, but Buzz had kept him on his back so much that he almost never got to see anyone else. The guys teased him about it, and Buzz got all red-faced, but you could tell he was really proud of Steve. The talk all boiled down to that as much as we enjoyed having fun and being so openly sexual with each other, none of us was actually gay, except maybe Steve, but he wasn't sure. All of us had plans to get married and raise a family, but we didn't ever want to loose the wonderful camaraderie that had developed amongst us. We agreed to get together for a week at this time every year. Just us, at least until we had sons that were old enough and seemed to be interested.
James announced that he had a special surprise for the next day and that no one could have sex after lunch time. It was okay to play around and tease, but no cumming.
With that, the party started breaking up, guys wandering off, some of them just stayed around the fire, talking and making out. Steve and Perry escorted me back to the torn up bed we'd been using so well. My butt was pretty sore, but we were sure we could think up something to do. James and Perry buttfucked each other for the first time that night. When Perry was worried about hurting him, James admitted that he'd lost his cherry to me and his dad. Perry blushed like crazy, but fessed up that the reason he knew what he was doing was that he and is Dad got it on every chance they could. That led to some heavy-duty fucking and lots of pillow talk. I started wondering if I was the only kid in the world who's Dad didn't love him enough to teach him about sex. I guessed it was okay though, because James and Perry seemed to be willing to teach me anything I needed to know. But... well.... I just wish that my Pop....
James and Perry finally got me all worked up and forced me to put both of them side by side, knees on the woven rug, laying across the bed with their butts exposed. Then they MADE me fuck both of them at the same time. Like the song says, "I didn't wanna do IT", but they forced poor little unwilling me. Great asses --- but BOY was that a lot of work! I wanted to give them as good a fuck as they'd been giving me, but it was hard. Of course, once I got their motors revved up they started making out like crazy and that helped. Once I'd done my best to split my load exactly in half between their asses I walked around to the other side of the bed and collapsed, wiped out. Laying there watching James and Perry trying to catch up on all the times they'd wanted to do something together and had been too chicken was fun though. There was something wonderful about watching them and knowing that I'd been a part of them being able to do what they'd always wanted to do --- show their love for each other in a very physical way.
I laid there drowsily, watching them make love. Hugging, kissing, licking, feeling each other all over. Perry sitting on James' thighs, totally entranced as he closely inspected James' entire crotch. James massaging Perry, unable to leave his unbelievably fantastic butt. Rubbing it, kneading it, deep massaging the muscles and finally burying his face and eating Perry out until Perry had to stuff his pillow in his mouth to keep from calling out the fire brigade. Poor Perry! When Perry was totally hot James got up over him in push-up position, grinning at me because he knew he was giving me an excellent view, and then used his swollen and dripping cock where his mouth had just been. James worked hard on that body. Muscles tensing and twitching and knotting. Hips thrusting and the muscles in his arms and back so stretched out and hard that you could count every fiber through the sweat glistening skin. James pumped hard, Perry lifting his butt in submission as a constant pitter-patter of sweat dripped onto his back from the hard working boy above him.
James no sooner came than Perry had him on his back, using his own sex- slime and sweat to lubricate his ass for what turned out to be the premium fuck of the evening. James had no option but to submit beneath Perry's onslaught, not that he seemed to be objecting in any way, and not that it would have done him any good to object anyway. Perry was an elemental force. The essence of masculinity. A stallion in rut, a bull elephant in must, a water buffalo with a freshening heifer, none of them could match the virile perfection of Perry rutting on top of James. If I was entranced, James was totally besotten. He tried to do everything he could to egg Perry on, but ended up struggling just to keep up with him. There was enough sweat, ass juices and sex slime flying around to give all of us a bath --- and then Perry shifted into high gear. James started a long grunting wail as Perry POUNDED his ass to a pulp, leaving no question in James' mind or body that he'd been fucked by a master cocksman. The tiniest bit envious, I wondered if Perry would ever fuck me like that.
Screaming, crying, clutching at each other, both boys exploded, and I do mean EXPLODED --- and then collapsed into a sobbing, gasping for air, totally stunned and enervated mass of wet boyflesh.
I got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with hot wet towels and big fluffy ones for drying. Carefully, respectfully, totally non-sexually, I tended to their needs. Wiping their bodies down, cleaning their butts and dicks. Drying them off and rolling them together over to the dry side of the bed. I took the dirty towels to the bathroom after covering the already sleeping James and Perry up. Knowing that there wasn't a dry spot in the bed for me I brought back two more of the huge bathtowels to sleep on and cover up with. I was arranging my bed in the open space between the big bed and the wall when a disembodied hand groped around and snagged my wrist, pulling me under the covers. James' and Perry's upper arms pulled me on top of them and stuffed me down between them. I burrowed in and was soon warm and asleep. I don't think James or Perry ever actually woke up through the whole process of putting me to bed.
A couple of the guys were Indians and had taken the time to build a sweat lodge. They invited James and Perry and me as well as Buzz and Steve to join them in the inaugural sweat bath. It was really special. We got naked (like that took a lot of work. I think Steve took off his glasses.) and Bob and Issak (the Indian guys) showed us how to collect smooth round rocks from the creekbed and heat them. They warned us not to use rocks that had been in the water because the water inside them could turn to steam and make the rocks explode. We sat around talking about what the sweat-lodge ceremony meant and how hunters used it to form lasting bonds amongst their hunting band. When Steve asked, Issak said that they'd be glad to help build a sweatlodge big enough for everyone to use at the same time. He and Bob seemed to be proud to have been asked and I knew that Buzz hadn't been able to fuck ALL the brains out of Steve's head. Not that he wasn't still trying.
Bob and Issak said that they would be using some healing herbs in the lodge, but that only the medicine men could use the mind-altering drugs that produced visions and hunt-calling. Issak's dad was the Medicine Man and Issak invited us to join them on the Res for a real ceremony, if we were interested. I had a feeling that Issak's dad was going to end up dealing with a whole crew of white-skins.
Issak and Bob used bent green withes to lift and move the hot rocks from the fire into the sweatlodge. When they had it set up we all crowded inside and found seats on the ring of flat rocks near the low walls. Issak chanted and Bob told us he was thanking the Great One for providing the healing plants of the great Earth Mother and for showing men how to build the first sweatlodge. Issak put a collection of dried and green vegetation, seeds, leaves, stems and roots on the hot rocks and the room quickly filled with strong fumes. I started to have trouble breathing and Issak made James and Perry sit back down and then told them to hold me upright and to make me breath deeply of the fumes. I quit taking shallow breaths and did as I was told and suddenly I coughed and a huge wad of mucus came up and just about choked me. Issak held out a curved trough of tree bark and told me to spit. The nasty wad that came out was soon joined by two more. Issak said that some people had weak lungs and that the fumes helped strengthen them. Our family doctor had been treating me for lung ailments since I was little and hadn't figured out as much as Issak had in five minutes. For the first time in years I could breath and feel the air all the way to the bottom of my lungs.
About five or ten minutes was the most we could handle the heat before having to go outside and cool off. Three or four hurried trips outside, trying to stay in the heat as long as possible with Issak and Bob sitting there grinning, watching us. Then having to scramble like mad to get to cool air before we passed out. We were sweating like crazy and when I licked James' shoulder instead of the funky wonderful teen-male taste I usually got James' sweat tasted bitter and nasty. The heat was boiling the toxins and trash out of his system and it was coming out in his sweat. I tasted mine and it was the same.
Bob finally said, "It's time" and crawled out the low door. Then Issak left and the rest of us followed. They had built the sweatlodge near the creek where some fallen rocks had created a pond. "Jump in," Bob said, pointing to the pond. I'd already found out that the creek came directly from the snowbound peaks in the distance and that the water was barely one step above freezing. We all just stared at each other, wondering who was going to be stupid enough to freeze their balls off when Steve yelled, running down the bank and jumping into the water belly first. He burst to the surface, gasping for air and then came down on his feet, waist deep in the water with a puzzled look on his face. "The water's warm" was all he said. Laughing, Bob and Issak walked out into the water and the rest of us followed. It was true. The heat had our nerves so screwed up that the water felt warm. Laughing in wonder, we started splashing each other and had a great time until our Indian mentors herded us back into the heat.
Two more cycles of that and we were ready to wrassle a pack of grizzly bears.
When we came back that last time the rocks had cooled down but Bob and Issak had us go inside anyway. It was nice and warm, and smelled good, but the fumes were gone and we weren't pouring sweat. Issak got on his knees on the south side of the fire. He had James and Perry kneel East and West and put me on the North side. Then he dropped some small blue flowers I hadn't seen before onto the rocks and started chanting again. He reached behind him and came back with a big old hunting knife in his hand that made my scalp itch. He motioned for me to raise my right hand. He pulled my arm over the middle of the rock 'fire' and cut my wrist. The knife was so sharp that I felt no pain, only a little pressure. Then he did the same thing to James and then to Perry. He put our cut wrists together and bound them with a strip of cloth. Blood started dripping off our elbows, falling onto the rocks and flowers.
"Your blood has mingled. It salts the earth and fertilizes the flowers. Life is within you and you are a part of life. Your cuts will heal. Every time you see or feel the scar you will remember that you are bound. That these men who are now your brothers are a part of you, and that you are a part of them. You will never be alone again."
I felt like someone hand hit me in the chest with a twenty pound sledgehammer. Stunned. Overwhelmed. I knew that my life had just changed. I felt it change. I felt myself go from a boy playing at the game of life to a man living life in the space between two heartbeats. Feelings swept over me so powerful that I couldn't even tell what they were, but I knew that my life was changed. Truly. I would never be alone again. James and Perry WERE my brothers.
Issak unwrapped our wrists and told us to sit and be witnesses. James and Perry seemed to be as dumbstruck as I was and to have every bit as much trouble just staying upright and sitting down. We huddled together in mutual support and comfort.
Issak moved to the east, the place of the rising sun. Issak called Steve to the South and told him of the strength and power of those that serve. Issak called Buzz to the North and told him of the responsibilities of a leader.
"Steve, do you accept Buzz as your leader? To protect and obey him. To provide warmth and comfort. To support him in his need and lend him your strength and wisdom?"
Buzz looked as if he were about to jump out of his skin in terror. Steve simply looked up to him. A warmly amused and gentle smile lit his face which seemed to help calm Buzz.
"I do." is all he said. None of us present doubted the total commitment in those words.
Issak, totally calm, continued, "Buzz, do you accept Steve? To follow you and support you? To support and protect him. To provide shelter and strength. To accept his wise counsel and consider his needs?"
Buzz looked panicked, looking first at Steve and the at Issak, beseeching him for help. Issak simply nodded towards Steve. Buzz's head jerked back to Steve as if propelled by an outside force. His eyes pleading, he reached a hand out to Steve. "But.. I wanted to have children," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.
Steve's gentle smile spread across his face. "And I have no intention of ignoring our friends, either in this room or outside." Tilting his head to the side with an impish, teasing look. "So?"
A huge smile spread across Buzz's face and his eyes twinkled in joy as he shook his head in an 'I should have known' gesture. Looking at Issak, who smiled, and then back to Steve and reached across the hearth and quite naturally took Steve's left hand in his right. "Yes. I do. I most certainly do. And I hope my kids enjoy having their Uncle living with us."
A beatific smile spread across Steve's face.
Issak reached across and cut, first Buzz's and then Steve's wrist. Using a long strip of beautifully beaded leather Issak bound them together, left to right. If this band stays while Father Sun circles the earth. If this band stays while Mother Moon watches you in the night. If neither of you decides to unwrap the tie, and the other may not interfere, then, by your own hearts, you will be bound together for the rest of your lives."
It's a good thing the rocks had cooled off, because Buzz dragged Steve right across them and I'm sure everyone thought he was going to rape Steve right then and there. The tears in my eyes fell free as I smiled with joy, watching two friends joyous embrace, joyously given, and joyously received. Perry and then James gathered me in their arms and then Bob and Issak joined us as we circled Buzz and Steve and got into one of those disgustingly depraved and ridiculous group hugs. There wasn't a dry eye in the house!
Watching the two lovers trying to get through that small, low door set the rest of us to laughing, especially when Steve reverted to his limpet mode and latched himself to Buzz's belly, leaving it up to the senior partner to resolve the problem.
Buzz managed to get both of them outside without quite totally wrecking the sweatlodge. Laughing, full of life and the wonder of being alive, we followed them back into the outside world, ready for whatever life might offer.
Lunch was quiet with a certain amount of tension, especially when James reinforced his rule about no sex. Somehow that devolved into a huge game of guys trying to sneak off to pop a nut while everyone else tried to catch them and snitch them off. Sort of an adult version of tag. One of the rules that developed was that you got to swat anyone's ass that you could catch with a hard-on. By dinner time some of the guy's asses were bright red, and they were STILL riding the rail. James had organized a working crew and raided the pantry and freezers. We produced one hell of a feast, if I do say so myself. Everyone enjoyed it, but the atmosphere crackled with high-energy expectation that burst into ribald jocularity when James got tired of watching Buzz and Steve ignoring their dinner. He put together a huge tray of food for them and sent them off to "their" cabin with instructions not to come out until morning, if then. They walked off, starstruck, with Buzz absentmindedly carrying the tray and hugging Steve to his side. Plenty of catcalls and ribald suggestions followed them until the door of the cabin firmly shut.
Everyone started trying to get James to tell them what was going to happen. James just shook his head and told them that they'd find out after dinner. I knew what was up, but I also knew that there wasn't a red ass in the crowd that would compare in brightness to mine if I even gave a hint. James and Perry both had made that quite clear, knowing my tendency to not keep secrets very well (except important ones, of course). Clean-up after dinner had the most volunteers I've ever seen.
James finally said that it was time to start and got everyone except me and Perry into a long line. Once he had everyone organized he led them on a long, involved obstacle course that led under and over the trestle tables, around trees, up and over big boulders and, in general, all over the place until they ended up at the entrance to the bunkroom.
Perry and I had taken all the mattresses off the bunks and arranged them into one big square in the middle of the floor. As guys entered the bunkroom Perry or I would hand them one of those kids party masks that make you look like the lone ranger (loan arranger?). We told everyone that this was a costume party and they had to wear a costume or they couldn't participate. Able, a freshman and Buzz's little brother was a skinny little runt and managed to stretch the elastic on his mask enough to get it around his hips so that the mask covered his pubes with his plump little stubby poked out of the bulge when a persons nose usually went. That got a lot of laughter and he wore it there for the rest of the night. Everyone was laughing and joking around about their "costumes" when someone asked James what was going on.
James pointed at the mattresses, "For those of you to stupid to figure it out, can you spell 'orgy'?"
Someone else asked, "What did all that 'follow the leader' shit have to do with an orgy?"
"Nothing," James said. "I just wanted to know how gullible you fuckers were."
A dogpile started the orgy that night, with James as the guest of honor. And I don't care what he says, I DIDN'T start it! I just jumped on his back to protect him!
The rest of the week was no big deal, not even worth describing. Just a bunch of hard-bodied young athletes running around naked and reverting to man's more primitive nature. Playing varations on games like "Pin the tail on the donkey". Another was called "Golf" only, instead of a hole-in-one, everyone was trying to get one-in-the-hole. There were times when someone got their feelings hurt or got upset, but a bunch of guys would gather around and help resolve whatever the problem might be. One time, somebody came running into camp yelling that one of the larger football players was beating the crap out of the smallest of the gymnasts. A whole group of guys pelted out into the woods to break up the fight. They jumped the football player, who had the gymnast across his knee, waling the tar out of him. The gymnast had a tizzy-fit. It had taken him three days to set up the spanking and if his friend was now "out of the mood", there was going to be holy hell to pay. The group of would-be saviors left, much abashed and pursued by a foot-stamping angry four and a half foot tall little hellion with an attitude and a bright red butt.
The one really notable event was everyone getting together and, guided by Issak and Bob, building a large sweatlodge. All this happened many years ago, and we all still refer to the ceremony that night in hushed words of awe.
Sunday, everyone pitched in and cleaned and straightened until everything looked even better than it had when we showed up. Steve and Buzz were full of plans for rooming together in college. Surprising everyone, Ralph and Bob announced plans to move into an apartment together. None of us had even noticed them together. Reluctantly, everyone started leaving in the early afternoon.
After everyone else had left, Perry sighed and said, "Well. I'd better start getting my stuff together."
Putting his arm around Perry's shoulders, James got the most evil smile on his face I've ever seen and said, "You put one finger on your stuff and I'm going to tie you up and leave you alone with Clay for two hours."
I think I'm going to need another chapter to tell you what that led to.