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All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of 18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each other.
Gaining Silver - Chapter 3
The words hung in the air. It was like time stopped dead. My vision began to shake and I just had no idea what to do. I'm sure that I had turned bright red and I wouldn't have been surprised if my eyes had started to water. What the hell was I going to do?
I didn't have long to think about it. In fact, I didn't have to think about it at all. Oliver moved towards me. I locked eyes with him and he could see my panic - he was blushing and looked pretty nervous himself. My vision tunnelled and he was all I could see. "Hey, you don't have to do this," I heard him say. David's voice called out, "Yeah he does or he's sleeping outside." Oliver quietened his voice and spoke softly towards me: "Seriously, it doesn't mean anything if you want to but we don't have to do this."
My mind flashed back to our near-kiss in the forest earlier. I definitely want to kiss this boy but I was worried about what would be said. He was clearly so open and honest about his sexuality and I just didn't know if I had that level of confidence in who I was yet. His face wasn't far from mine now and I could just about hear, through the foggy haze of my mind, the other two boys cheering me on.
'Just do it,' my head whispered, 'You want this. You want him." That little nudge was all it took. I leant forward to meet Oliver's approaching face and our lips locked together. My eyes were closed but the feel of his lips against mine set my senses alight. His kiss was soft, almost testing me to see how I'd respond. His top lip was above mine and his bottom just between my top and bottom lips. There were no tongues involved, just a soft and sensual kiss.
The whole thing probably lasted about 10 seconds but, in my head, it went on forever. When we both pulled back, I had a huge hardon problem but I don't think it was obvious. I could definitely see his though - his sweatpants left very little to the imagination and I was kind of proud that I'd turned him on so much. The sudden noise of David and Luke brought me back into the room.
My best friend was just laughing his arse off in the corner of the tent and David was asking Oliver how I was. The little cutie looked at me before saying: "Not bad... well, for a straight guy at least."
The tent erupted in laughter and, after a few seconds, I joined in. A quick debate ensued about whether gay guys or straight guys were better kissers and then which kind of guy would be better in bed. Of course, this then led further into whether gay guys or girls were better at having sex with a guy. To be honest, I'd become a little quiet after the kiss - I was still a bit lost in my head about the whole thing and enjoying living in those 10 seconds for a long as I possibly could.
The rest of the night was just banter. We joked around and ribbed each other over little things - you know, the usual teenage boy chat. No-one mentioned the kiss at all, which I was really glad about and the dares stayed away from anything more sexual. I was more torn on that one. On the one hand, if I'd been dared to do something else with Oliver or, hell, either of the other two, I'd have had an excuse but, at the same time, I wouldn't want to be seen to be wanting to do more. I wasn't ready to come out to Luke but I was feeling a damn site closer after him being so cool with Oliver and the kiss.
As it started to darken outside, we decided to turn in for the night. We had another long journey again tomorrow and didn't want to be dead on our feet. I'd expected David or Luke to suggest getting undressed in the dark or perhaps get in their sleeping bags first given what Oliver had admitted earlier. But they didn't. They didn't change anything about their behaviour at all. Luke was pulling his t-shirt off and dropping his joggers as readily as he would if he was sleeping at my house. Fuck, he really did look amazing when he was more naked. He should just always walk around without a top and the bulge in the front of his boxers... damn! Of course, that was nothing compared to David. I actually had to do a double take because it looked like he'd stuffed a pair of socks down there or something. I had no idea how big but it was clear that David was hung as fuck!
Ironically, the one changing inside of his sleeping back was Oliver. Although, I guess he probably had a similar problem to me and didn't want the other lads to see the bulge at the front of his boxers. He wriggled around in his sleeping bag a little and then out came a t-shirt, a pair of trackies, his socks and... wait... was that his boxers? Holy fuck! Oliver had taken off his boxers! This little cutie was naked in the sleeping bag next to me. Instant boner, as you can imagine.
I jumped up and turned off the light; there was only me still needed to get changed anyway so no-one really minded, although Luke complained that he wasn't yet in his sleeping bag. The light from the moon offered a little bit of sight inside the tent but not enough that my situation would be seen. After getting down to my boxers, I got into my sleeping bag.
Sleep did not come easily. To be honest, I hadn't expected it to given that I was surrounded by a group of sexy lads. However, I hadn't banked on Oliver sleeping naked and me knowing that, just a metre away, under a thin sheet of fabric, was his beautiful twink bum. My cock was so hard that it felt like it was on fire and I had no way of dealing with it in this tent. I'm not a quiet wanker and I'd be heard if any of these lads were even remotely awake. Hell, I'd probably wake them up! I had no choice but to lay there and hear each of the boys around me fall asleep. I could hear when their breathing changed and when Luke began to lightly snore as he always did back at home.
The longer I lay there awake, the more my eyes adjusted to the lower light. Oliver's face next to me became visible. He looked so damn cute all snuggled up asleep. Our kiss had been breath-taking and I wanted nothing more than to lean over and give him another. Well, that's not true. There was something that I wanted much more than that: Oliver's bum. He'd tossed and turned for the first few minutes before settling down into sleeping on his front, that meant his beautiful bum was pointing right up with the sleeping bag falling over it. That wasn't an issue before my eyes adjusted but, not that they had, I could see how well the fabric hugged against his bum. I could see it's bubbly nature and how thick and juicy it was.
Now before you all judge me - because some of you will at this next bit - I want you to know that I tried! I tried really hard to just go to sleep. I tried really hard not to keep staring at his cloth-covered bum. I tried really hard just to ignore my throbbing cock and pretend I was anywhere else! I tried, ok? But, yes, I did fail.
It was just an errant thought at first: what if his sleeping bag slipped down when he moved around? I'd be able to see his bum... but... the sleeping bag wasn't going to move. Well, why wasn't it going to move? Because it was too well zipped up. Ok... but what if it wasn't zipped up?
That's where the train of thought became interesting. What would happen if Oliver's sleeping bag wasn't zipped up? I mean, it obviously was but what if it wasn't? I wondered how far down it would have to be zipped before I'd be able to see his bum. Maybe it was only a little bit. Well, it seemed really stupid that the only thing keeping me from seeing what I wanted, and what my dick wanted, was a few inches of zipper.
Who could argue with that logic? Well yeah, I know everyone could argue with that logic because it was flimsy as fuck but it gave me enough licence to reach out a trembling hand and take hold of the zipper on Oliver's sleeping bag.
My heart was in my mouth as I slowly lower the zip; being very careful not to make a single noise as it slid down millimetre by millimetre. My heart was in my mouth and I'm pretty sure I was holding my breath. After I've moved it a few inches (the distance I'd planning to move it), I obviously couldn't see anything more of Oliver other than a small bit of his back. Well, in for a penny - in for a pound, I'd come this far and he hadn't even stirred so why not go a little further.
I carried on edging the zip further and further. In my head, I'd reached the point of no return so I might as well go all the way and get a look at that beautiful bum. As I carefully and slowly pulled back to sleeping bag, more of Oliver's back came into view and I saw how it got slimmer and tighter as it moved down to his waist before the two mounds of ass were revealed. This boy was blessed with a real booty and I imagine even straight guys would have a hard time resisting this.
I just stared at it. His bum was literally perfect. I could see everything about it with the moonlight reflecting on his pale skin and my cock was aching for release. I had no choice. I had to do it. I lay there next to this sleeping boy and pulled out my teen dick. I started to wank it, slowly at first but then building up. I had been correct though - I was going to get too loud too quickly. I needed something to muffle the sound. It was then that I spotted exactly what was needed. With my free hand, I took hold of Oliver's discarded boxers and brought them to my face. I could smell his sweaty scent on them and that immediately caused my cock to pulse and me to have to stifle a moan. I shoved them into my mouth with the hopes that they would gag me and hide any noise I was going to make while wanking over his sweet bum.
So, you'd think that going this far was enough for me. I mean, I'd exposed my new friend, sniffed his underwear, stuffed them into my mouth and was now wanking my cock while staring at his bum. All without him knowing. But it wasn't. The fact that I'd come this far was just encouraging me to go even further. As I lay there next to Oliver, I knew I needed more: I needed to touch him.
I switched to wanking with my left hand as my right slowly edged over to his cheeks. There was a moment of suspended time and anticipation and then it happened - my fingers made contact with his skin. Oliver's warmth radiated through my hand as I cupped one of his cheeks. My dick was really straining now and, if not for his boxers in my mouth, I'd have definitely woken all of the other boys.
Could I do this? I'd come this far. My fingers moved over his cheek and into the crack in the middle. The middle finger stretched down into it, searching for its prize. I couldn't believe that I was doing this but when my fingertips made contact with Oliver's tight twink hole, the pleasure I felt far outweighed any guilt. I spunk right there and then. Cum flew out of my cock and all over my toned chest. I was completely lost in the haze of my orgasm as ropes of the stuff coated my abs and my cock throbbed harder than it ever had before.
If I hadn't been so fuzzy-headed, I might have noticed that Oliver had moaned when I touched his hole. I might have noticed how he'd opened his eyes. I might have noticed how he was staring right at me as I shot my load all over myself.
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