Copyright 2006 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved.
Next installment (out of sixteen) in a short novel about friendship, growth, and different kinds of love, in different combinations, between five high-school boys.
First warning; the story can be very sexual. If I were to code it properly, it might be (BBBBB/group/oral/anal/mast/rimming/awholebunchelse). Be aware.
Second warning; the characters sometimes talk about politics, the potential for a military draft, and the state of the U.S. and the world, among other aspects of their lives. They have some fairly strong opinions, as people will do. Offense to any reader is not intended.
More after the end of this chapter. Thanks for reading . . . .
Gang of Five -- Chapter 10
Jarod and Zach both moved up on the broad top step of the concrete pool stairs with us, and for a time, it was a group cuddle; Liam still lying on top of Tim, and -- I looked -- still inside him. Both of them panting, at first, coming down from it all.
"Ohhhhh, god," Liam mumbled, at last. He lifted his head up a little, and just brushed his lips, lightly, over Tim's. "Are you okay?"
"Ummm-hmmmm". I could see Tim smiling, with the corners of his mouth, as he looked up through his slitted eyelids.
"Ohhhh, man," from Liam, again. "I, I, . . . . well, thank you. Thank you; I really, really, needed to do that. And it was just, so fantastic . . . . Thanks, all of you." He looked over at the three of us, then back down at Tim; and kissed him again, gently, this time. "But -- you didn't come, yet."
"We've already been fooling around," Tim said, softly.
"Oh." He paused, for a long second. "I'm sorry I'm so late," he said slowly. "Especially because of you, Christian. I really meant to get by yesterday . . . . I really should have. "
"Shhhhhh." I leaned forward, and kissed him, gently. "It's okay." I gave him a small grin. "And I can't wait to meet Candace; I'll bet she's really . . . wonderful."
"You have no idea." His eyes were kind of distant for a second, then he looked back down at Tim, with a really tender expression. "And so, what are we going to do about you, now? Hmmmmm?"
I saw Tim glance over at Jarod, and something passed between them, I could tell; then he looked over at me and Zach, and his contented, comfortable smile was a little broader. He looked me in the eyes; and then, I swear, he looked down, fast, and I think he actually blushed.
"Christian, I . . . . " He locked, for a good five seconds. "I want to feel you inside me, too." He paused, for a second. "Sometime."
"Oh, yeah," I breathed. I leaned over and kissed him, again, sensuously, feeling my pulse pounding harder, again.
It was the other side of the same thing. Have you ever had someone tell you, flat out, that they wanted YOU to fuck THEM? Somebody you really, really cared out, liked, loved? And at the same time, you KNEW it was going to happen? You knew, for an absolute certainty, you were really going to do it - ?
It was a rush; another unreal rush, the kind of rush I can't describe. Even though I knew it wasn't going to happen right then, right that moment . . .
I'd needed to process a lot of things, just lately, -- like in the last twenty-four hours. But I REALLY needed to process this. Before -- doing it.
"Soon," I said, softly. "I really, really want to. Soon. But right now, maybe, like, Jarod, or Zach -- ?" Another kiss on his soft lips, and by the way he moved against me, I could tell he was okay with it.
When Liam pulled away, carefully, carefully, it was Jarod who moved in, over Tim, and against him; there wasn't any hesitation at all, not for a second.
It started with a full body press, Jarod's smooth, tan skin against Tim's smooth, milky white; and watching them move together, hug each other, was like watching two magnets click together.
Then Jarod lifted up, a little, and looked right in Tim's eyes; for a LONG time, right in his eyes, their faces just inches apart, Jarod with a little suggestion of a smile on his lips, in his eyes; and I had the feeling I was watching some kind of conversation going on, totally without words.
And then Tim, still on his back, had his legs wrapped around Jarod's waist, the contrast between tan and white even more stark; and Jarod's smile went wide, and he bent his head down and began tonguing and kissing and nuzzling Tim; not desperately, like Liam, but kind of sort of deliberately, sensuously.
"Yeah," breathed Liam, on their other side. "Oh, yeah." He stroked down Jarod's back with his hand, looking both of them up and down, over and over. "So beautiful. Beautiful . . . " His pale blue eyes met mine. "Sometimes I think it's almost as beautiful to SEE it, as it is DO it."
"Yeah . . . . "
"And I can't wait to see you do it too, dude . . . " Then his eyes flicked over to Zach, pressed up so tightly against me again, dick so comfortably up in my crack, and then back to me, and I saw his eyes widen. "Oh . . . . . " And he smiled, big.
And I felt myself blushing.
"First," said Zach, over Jarod's and Tim's slowly squirming, bare bodies, "comes the fun part." He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "We teach you how to relax, down there. REALLY relax. Deep rimming; fingers; other stuff -- you'll really like it. I promise." He nuzzled my on the neck, under my chin, and I felt the wet flash of his tongue as he licked me there. And of course I shivered again, all over . . .
Jarod's and Tim's rubbing was getting more rhythmic, more deliberate, and the noises they were making were beginning to sound -- urgent. All three of us, now, were running our hands over both of them, on them, in between them -- when we could.
I found myself running my hand, more and more, over Jarod's smooth, dark butt, feeling the muscles work as he and Tim moved together, and I was just mesmerized by the shape of it, that beautiful part of him, no tan line at all -- and I wondered . . .
Liam's hand joined me on Jarod's ass, caressing, squeezing; and a second later, he used both hands to gently pull Jarod's midsection up, a bit, away from Tim. A string of precum stretched away from the tip of Jarod's dick, as he did.
"Lube?" Liam asked. I passed him the tube and watched, as Liam smoothed the stuff over Jarod's cock -- Jarod's shuddering gasp was one of the hottest sounds I'd every heard him make -- and then, Liam's fingers were smoothing more lube into Tim's anus; gently, repetitively, sensuously.
Over and over. Liam really liked being down there. Clearly.
"Christian. Give me your hand," he said, and I scooted back down some, and reached out; and Liam took my hand, and put it on Jarod's slick, smooth dick. "Go ahead; you put it in. Come on," and with his fingertips he gently pulled and massaged at Tim's anus . . .
"Oh, my god," I whispered, as I moved Jarod's dick gently, swiping the tip up and down a little in Tim's butt; "oh my god . . . . "
"Yeah," breathed Liam, and Tim gave a strangled moan at the same second; and as I gently held Jarod's dick, Jarod -- pushed . . . gently, but without stopping, just smoothly, gently, deeply entering Tim until I had to let go and Jarod was balls-deep in Tim and they were hugging each other and rocking together, and as I looked up, the expression on Tim's face was priceless, indescribable, lust and contentment and other things mixed in.
And it only got better when Jarod started to really fuck.
Liam's fucking of Tim had been all passion, and deep need, almost out of control -- well, really out of control, some of the time.
Jarod's fuck turned into something -- else.
He actually started slow; sometimes up on his arms, eyes gazing down, sometimes clenched chest-to-chest with Tim --
But moving, always moving, his pelvis thrusting . . .
But more than just thrusting. Moving around in Tim's ass; probing. I watched; Jarod would go all the way inside Tim, and stay in deep and give a little jerk, or a little extra grind, and Tim would squeak or moan . . .
And then, Jarod would freeze for just a second; and then, I could tell, drive in, short and sharp and quick, at a slightly different angle, and then Tim would REALLY moan . . .
I'm not all THAT innocent. Like I said -- I've seen, well, video clips, of guys fucking on the Internet; just the free teaser clips that last about a second and a half.
And -- well. Maybe a DVD, that I managed to get. In London.
Okay. Maybe two DVD's.
This was so -- different. So totally, totally REAL. Feeling them; touching them. Knowing them -- I still did, in spite of the years apart -- HEARING them, like that --
Zach, pressed up against me, one hand on my chest -- took my dick very, very carefully in his other hand; and, nuzzling my neck, as we watched, he began stroking me, as I fingered and petted Jarod and Tim, and it was perfect for me; the sexual moves, the sensations I was most used to, the most COMFORTABLE thing for me --
I knew he'd make me come, while I watched. I didn't have to do anything. At all. He'd do that; for me . . .
Jarod kept it up, thrust, little grind, pause; and Tim kept moaning and making noises --
And it came to me. Two things came to me, actually.
First, that Tim was working Jarod -- really WORKING him -- just as much as Jarod was working Tim. I mean, Tim was really moving underneath Jarod; wriggling, squirming, clenching Jarod's slim waist with those smooth, white legs . . . Deliberately. Joyfully, even, maybe.
No; absolutely joyfully. No question.
But second, and a lot more important -- it finally dawned on me.
Tim and Jarod were more than just, well, two of the five of us. To each other.
Maybe a lot more.
And -- some of things I'd seen, between them, yesterday and earlier today -- now they made sense.
It made me -- well, a little confused. It was a big, big thing . . .
But it also made what they were doing -- perversely? -- about three times as hot. In a weird, voyeuristic, guilty-feeling-to-me sort of way.
Without saying a word, Jarod pulled back, and out of Tim, his glistening dick bobbing free there; and kind of half-kneeling, he moved Tim over so that he was on his side, facing me, away from Liam, his knees drawn up; then -- with me helping a little, again -- he was back in, still lying on top of Tim, still poking and thrusting and MOVING inside of Tim, and Tim was almost crying with pleasure, now, his face all screwed up, totally submerged beneath Jarod, and Jarod was in so DEEP --
And then Jarod completely changed the way he was fucking; I saw him pause, just a second, then shift a little, and start these fast, short, sharp jabs, hitting one spot inside Tim, jab, jab, jab, jab --
And Tim's wails went up an octave, and I reached out and grabbed his big pink-white dick -- gently -- and I couldn't help myself, I just had to, I contorted myself down to get the dark, smooth head of his dick in my mouth, and I ran my tongue all over it, as I squeezed just a little --
"Mmmmmm-mmmmmmphh -- !" came out of Tim, and I felt his whole body seize and jerk, and then, for the first time in years I tasted his semen as it squirted into my mouth, one squirt, two squirts, then a few more dribbles as he shook and spasmed . . .
And in the meantime, Zach was still working me with his hand; stroking, pausing, teasing, then stroking, stroking, stroking, driving me closer and closer and closer, so as I let Tim's dick slide out of mouth -- I kept my mouth closed, so I didn't lose any of his cum -- I nuzzled up against Tim's wet dick, nuzzled my cheek against those red pubes I'd dreamed about for three years, and I panted, and panted, and then, with Zach pressed so warm and tight up against me from behind, I came again, into the pool water, shivering and spasming in the warm and the wet and the chill of the breeze . . . and the warm wetness of Zach's tongue, on my neck . . . .
Chapter 11 will be uploaded shortly.
Comments, reactions, and criticism are welcome at dlgrantsf@yahoo.com.
I'm particularly interested in hearing from people who may have had similar physical and emotional friendships with other boys; similar friendship groups. I get the impression that such arrangements used to be a lot more common than they are now, which is -- in a way -- a shame, I think. Even if it does indicate progress, in a way.
I'm also interested in hearing from expatriates. Christian's predicament is partly based on experiences of several friends of mine. I have enormous (retroactive) sympathy for them both.
Many, many thanks to Nifty for providing this priceless service.
My previous Nifty story is `Naked with Connor', in the High School directory.
Thanks to everybody who has already written; and, thanks again for reading.