Hi, got some positive messages about the first chapter and I really appriciate it so here is the second one. In this story I shift perspective a lot because... I want to.
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Chapter 2: Sebastian - June 13th, Night
I woke up very quickly with a jolt of adrenalin. As so many times before, I had felt like I was falling only to wake up a nanosecond before hitting the ground. I gasped and blinked rapidly in the dark tent, still calming down. This happened almost every night so I was not surprised, my head was still spinning, and my mouth tasted a little weird, but I could think sort of clearly and I didn't have any nausea. The next thing I noticed was my bladder that felt like it was about to explode. The screen on my phone which hadn't run out of power yet, showed me that it was 3:22 am. I sat up and crawled carefully out of the tent and out into the night air. The rain had stopped but the sand was still moist, even though the breeze was warm. On light feet I hustled to the tree line where I went to pull down my undies, only to discover that I wasn't wearing any. It was only now I realized that I was still naked after having gone to bed like this. For half a second, I panicked over being exposed, I considered running back and putting something on. But since no one else was awake and that everyone had already seen me naked last night. Besides it felt like an iron fist had clamped on to my guts and I had to relieve myself right now. I started peeing and felt the relief that followed. A gust of wind hit me from behind and I relished how awesome the fresh air felt ageist my naked body. All the normal limits felt like they were gone with the wind. The rule that I had to where clothes outside was gone from my mind as soon as I had decided it didn't matter and all the rest of my indoctrinated manners could also go away for a moment. I didn't even hold on to my dick while peeing like I had always been instructed to. Out here there were no reason to.
Once I had relieved myself, I felt 2 lbs. lighter and wide awake. I didn't want to disconnect from my primal side just yet, so I thought I would take a short walk. Just to have a minute to myself, which I seldom had back home. With a mother that didn't work and a younger brother whom I had to share a bedroom with I had very little time alone with my own thoughts. It was like everybody at home thought that if they left me alone for more than ten minutes, something horrible would happen.
I started walking between the stalks of tall green bamboo, never at even thinking that exploring this place alone at night might not be the best idea. Besides, I had been in the scouts ever since I could walk so, I believed I could handle a small island bamboo forest. The sounds of the sea lessened and got replaced by the sounds of birds and other animals. At one point I would have sworn I heard some kind of monkey scream. Quickly my brain started making up one of my fantasies. I was the type of boy had some nerdy friends back home and mostly bend my neck, reading a lot of books and comics, and spend the rest of my time dreaming myself somewhere else. As a result, my everyday walk to school could become a dangerous journey through a post-apocalyptic world, where I had to avoid bandits or zombies, my gym class could become a dojo training its students to be assassins. All this took place in my head without showing the rest of the world what I was thinking off. But today the fantasy could become even more real. I began imagining I was a stone age Cro-Magnon boy out hunting, naked in the wild. I broke off a bamboo stick that I imagined to be a spear and fuzzed my hair to make me look wild. I had even considered painting my face with some mud to make me look more primitive when I heard something weird. A scraping sound that sounded pretty close by. As the curious little hunter, I had imagined myself to be, I snuck forward with my 'spear' in raised.
I arrived at a small clearing in the forest, barely 30 ft. across. In the middle of this clearing was a large flat rock large enough that someone could lay on top of it. I came to think of a sacrificial alter. When I saw it, my jaw dropped almost to the ground. On top of the rock sat Matt, bare-chested, bathed in moonlight, with one knee bend with the foot resting on the rock and the other one on the ground. I was beginning to think that this might had been a dream. I was sure that Matt had been in our tent when I had left it to go pee. But now that I thought about it, I had actually not seen him there, just assumed he was there. I had been in such a hurry that I might as well have missed him. Matt had not seen me, since his concentration was directed at carving the end of a stick with a knife. It was about a foot long and as thick as his thumb. I was about to step out of my hiding place to ask what he was doing out here but then I saw that he was not just bare-chested, he was full on naked like I was. The underwear, a pair of boxers, he had worn when we went to bed, was now hanging from a branch near me. Though, because of the way he had his leg, I could not see his junk. The moonlight and the setting made him look less like a human and more like some sort of sylvan fey creature, with his blond hair and smooth chest. In difference to me Matt was nearing the point where he had the body of a man rather than a boy. Even though he had a small amount of body fat, his arms, chest, stomach and legs had defined bulging muscles. Mesmerized I was almost on my toes to catch glimpse of his dick, only faintly aware that my own dick was already rock hard. When hard I still only had a few inches to work with. My dick would bend upwards and slightly to the left. I didn't have to struggle for long before Matt unwittingly showed me what I wanted to see as he slit his food down to the ground and let a finger run over the tip of the stick to check how smooth it was. What I saw was much more than I had excepted. By my standard Matt's cock was huge. His dick both long thick and hard pointing up into the air. The foreskin had peeled back completely, exposing a red head that looked to be glistening with liquid. A big bunch of blond hair covered the root and halfway up to his navel. His ball hung low and heavy, resting on the rock he sat on.
As I looked, he started stroking himself lightly, on his massive cock while laying back down on the rock with both knees bend, and feet planted on the rock. I could not believe that he was masturbating right here, and that I where secretly watching him. I never really masturbated much myself, since I never really had any good opportunities to do so. Only once in a while when in the shower or under the covers of my bed, when my younger brother was asleep, I could sneak my hand down my pajama bottoms and rub myself, and usually get a good feeling in my body while oozing small amount of sperm.
This was something completely different. Matt had a tight grip of his dick with his whole hand moving it slowly up and down, continuously sliding the foreskin over and away from the head. He was lying with his head facing away from me, which meant I could look directly in between his spread legs, and see everything from below. Almost unconsciously I started doing what he was doing. I grabbed around my dick and started stroking myself, like he was doing. I had never done it this way before and I could already feel how this was a hundred times better than the shy massaging I was used to. Matt was breathing heavily and now I got to see what the stick was for. With his left hand he moved it down towards his dick and balls, while simultaneously lifting both his legs and spreading them even further. With a bit of anticipation, I stopped jerking as I could now see Matt's brown hole clearly between his butt cheeks, watching it open and close again and again. Matt put the smooth end of the stick ageist the hole and slowly pushed it in.
"HUUUUUUUHHH!" He moaned as the stick went deeper and deeper inside him. I was truly fascinated with what I saw. I started vigorously tugging my dick at the sight of Matt pleasuring himself like this. With his left hand he started moving the stick back and forth inside his ass, while lightly massaging his balls with his right hand, not touching his dick at all anymore. I could both hear and feel the pleasure building up inside both Matt and myself then suddenly Matt climaxed with, what I could only describe as a roar of intense pleasure. His dick started shooting a shining gooey liquid straight up into the air landing on his chest and face and all over the flat rock. He shot at least eight times, but I didn't get to count them all, for suddenly I what Matt had just felt.
My own orgasm was much more intense than I had ever tried before. Erupting from the tip of my dick to everywhere in my body, my muscles started to spasm, my toes curl up and my eyes clench shot. I let out a hushed moan and felt something warm and liquid force its way out of my dick, whether I wanted it to or not. The orgasm was so powerful and so surprising that I lost balance, stumbling forward and landing on my hands and knees, shooting my second load of clear sperm directly onto the forest earth.
As soon as I had control over myself again, I jumped to my feet and looked at Matt. He had pulled out the stick and just sat on the rock with it clenched in one hand while looking at me, with an almost terrified expression, open mouth and wide eyes. I had no idea what to say, I was almost paralyzed from fear.
"I'm sorry..." I managed to say. I could feel the tears coming on. What was he going to do, now that I had seen him do this?
"I didn't mean to see you... I had to pee and then I walked around... And then I saw you and..." I said incoherently and while sobbing. Matt only hesitated for a second, before quickly getting up from his seat and rushing over to me, tossing the stick into the forest on the way.
"Hey-hey-hey... calm down." He said quickly. I had expected him to hit me or something, but instead he just embraced me, trying to comfort me. Since his chest was covered with his own sperm, he just bent in over me and hugging me with as little skin contact as possible.
"It's ok, it's my fault." He said, letting go of me. "I didn't think anyone would find me out here at this time. Come sit down."
He led me to the stone where we sat down next to each other, where I took a few minutes calming down.
"I'm really sorry." I said again. "I should have gone when I realized what you were doing."
"Hey don't worry about it. You just got curious. Hell, if you had been some of my friends at home, you would properly have filmed me or something."
"It's not just that. You see, I've never really done it myself... you know, like never REALLY done it. And I've never seen anyone do it before." I said. I found it hard to look at him.
"Hey you looked like a pro to me." He said encouragingly. "It's easy, as you probably discovered."
"Yea..." I said. "...Also, I was surprised how big your dick is. I mean you are only three years older than me. Can I see it again?" My natural curiosity had returned full force. It turned out that the before so secluded Matt was very open when you got under the outer shell.
"Sure, why not." He said and stood up and placed himself in front of me. When I was sitting down on the rock his dick and balls where on level with my face. His dick was now soft and hang heavily down next to his balls. His chest was still glittering with a glaze of his own cum.
"Wow." I said. "Can I touch it?"
"Why not." Matt said.
I reached out and took it in my hand, feeling it weight. It was exactly as heavy as expected it to be, and very warm. I could feel his heartbeat though it. I also cupped his balls and felt them up, as well as letting my fingers run though his pubic hair. Matt gasped a little every time I touched it, and I could feel his dick reacting to my touch.
"You ticklish?" I asked and tickled him on his balls which made him cringe and withdraw.
"Yea, everyone is ticklish on their balls." He said smiling shyly.
"Do you think I'll ever be as big as you?" I asked.
"Sure you will, especially if the stereotype is any indication. Since you are black and all." He said jokingly. "Let me have a look."
I nodded and quickly stood up, my dick was halfway hard and throbbed around, but it didn't seem to bother Matt. When I was standing on the rock my dick was almost at eyelevel with him. He gently took it in his hand and looked around it and under it, also tugging a little at my balls. I shuttered and said.
"Hey, that tickles." I said laughingly.
"Told you." He said and grinned. "Yep you are definitely growing. I actually think you are getting pubic hair; I can see some starting here. He said and touched right where my dick met my crotch."
"Awesome, then I might be the first in my class." I said. No one had gotten hair down there yet, as far as I had seen in gym class. He then pealed back my foreskin to look at the head, when he touched it, I could feel just how sensitive that skin was.
When Matt was done with his inspection, he said.
"We better head back. Then we can catch a few hours of sleep before sunrise."
I jumped down, nodding. I was getting really tired by now, and had a feeling I could sleep for days. Matt took his underwear and dried his chest off with them, while we walked back.
"How does it feel to have sex." I asked on our way back. Matt was silent for a few seconds before answering.
"Eeh, I don't know. I have never tried it." He said.
"Really?!." I said surprised. "I thought you were the kind of guy all the girls wanted. I know I would if I were a girl."
"Yea you see..." Matt said. I had a feeling he was blushing, even though I couldn't see it. "Since we are being honest, I'm not into girls, I'm gay. I thought that was obvious given my... stick."
"Oh cool." I said. I hadn't even drawn that parallel, but when he said it, it sounded obvious. "I've never met a gay person."
"You have now." Matt said and shrugged. "But only a few of my friends know, and a few people in my family." He seemed uncomfortable about the last part.
We were silent for a moment before I asked what I had wanted to asked him since we had masturbated.
"Does that really feel good?" I asked. "I mean putting something up your ass?"
"Yea it does." Matt said, smiling at me. "Men have a sensitive spot up there that can make you cum, just like playing with your dick. Personally, I like it better with my ass than with my dick, but that is personal preference. You can try putting a finger up there one day, if you are comfortable with it."
"Ok." I said awkwardly. Both a little scared but also very curious.
When we came back to the camp we listed back into our tent and closed up, before laying down.
Matt put an arm around me and kissed my hair.
"Good night." He said, but I had already fallen asleep, exhausted.
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