those who wish to read, may the lessons you should heed
You know what I mean....
Hi, I'm Paul, I am from Vermont and Live with my stepfather and mother of some thirty years old each.. I have friends, alot of friends, but not one like Lester.. He is sooo cool.. One day he and I decided on a lark in the park that we should strip off all our clothes and go skinny dipping . It was hot and the park was deserted this time of night. I should explain, My step-parents fight alot. When they do, they make me leave no matter what time of the day it is so that I don't get hurt accidently.. I tried calling the cops on both of them once but they said if I ever did that again, I'd be sent back to where I came from and I don't mean the state agency either.. You know what I mean. As a happy medium, A cop buddy of my step-dad's whose son's name is Lester, befriended me and boy did he ever. His dad doesn't know he's gay, and I didn't either until the day which I'm about to tell you about..
It started early enough for evenings.. seven p.m. It was Friday, and my favorite television show was being missed due to things beyond my control. So the sun was going down, shadows were forming and the water off to the left was inviting. "The first rule of skinny dipping, Lester encouraged, is that you must hide your clothes very well with a back-up that the other person knows about .." That way if we do get caught we can get away and get to the backup location .. Only one knowing keeps the other one from talking about it if we get caught together and seperated.. My dad taught me that, a prisoner taught him that one day when he escaped from my dad.. I see I said saying that lt is like Lester to carry on so..
Surely that would be more fun, I said, pointing to an island out in the middle of the big lake . What, lying nude on our tummies and getting a moon bath.. He laughed at my joke and I figured out what was funny about it later. Much later . First let's swim. He implored.. I said ok. We hid our clothes in a secluded spot and he bought two pairs of pants with him as back-up one for both of us.. I said hey. How about this, I pulled out two plastic bags I had found in the trash. I'm always collecting things, a habit that would save our lives by the way. We rinsed them off of course and then stuffed the pairs of pants in them I held them in my teeth like Tarzan and we swam nude accross the water to the island.. I'll put them somewhere special I said. Only I knew where they were out here and he knew where my other clothes were over on the mainland.. That way we couldn't set each other up either.. Nice, safe, but dependable.. Soon we were basking in the moon light.. speaking of moons this is when he spanked me softly on my ass and said, hey, wanna do it? I said what? you know, jack off. Lester, that's kids stuff, we were old enough to know that anyway.. Well not this way. With that he looked at me with a look that was supposed to make me want to kick his ass for looking at me like that but for some reason the moonlight was right and I was lonely enough. His hand touched my chest, his cheek touched my thigh and I fell back over his rigid orb of flesh.. He balanced me down onto the grown. I think that is called being laid.. At least when a girl does it to you that is what is called. Of course, I didn't know such things, I was a virgin still.. He took my ankles and twisted one over the other and tugged in opposite directions. My body obeyed and I relaxed as gravity forced me to roll over on my stomach and I almost came there. The mud and clay felt so warm and wonderful, like a young ladies' hotdogbun..you know what I mean.. Anyway, I closed my eyes and pretended he was female. His touch was gentle, and the backrub went smoothly. Since we were nude already, I didn't get the thrill of being stripped. I smiled as he reached my ass and spread my cheeks with his soft hands.. Exposing my anus to the world caused me to come. My body heaved and spasmed as my fluid flowed slowly like cream into the mud and clay beneath me.. Before I had finished, he turned me over and began licking my penis with his tounge. The nerves in his tounge brought me to full orgasm.. He got a little clay with the mayonaise but it was good for me as it was for him I hope.. you know what I mean.. I collected something else. A condom.. I've been tested you know he said, "For what?" I ventured.. for Aids HIV you know. Just in case you were wondering. I was negative. Well I'm a virgin so I would imagine I'm not infected either. I watched him closely and noticed tears in his eyes.. Why so glum chum I asked.. I want you man, I'm gay. I need to tell you that.. Wow I said. I should have known after the blow job.. Hey man. That's cool, I'm bisexual.. My first cousin did me when I was twelve. I've known for a long time when my second cousin came in and helped her undress me. My second cousin was male too so it was a double experience. For a twelve year old though it was my first and only wet dream.. They did me while I was asleep one night.. Oh wow, he said, how cool, I wish I had a brother that would do that to me when I slept. Since each parent thought their son was with the other young man and the fact that we were both well over seventeen and three quarters years old, I said, Hey Lester, Yeah, If you want to go to sleep in my lap.. I'll let you get your wish.. I figured why not. I loved the guy, he's my best friend, he doesn't have to be female to get my lovin' If my second cousin can do it to me I should be able to do it to him. Besides he is AIDS free, he said so.. I wasn't going to actually blow him like he blew me but I would at least help him ejaculate while asleep.
Five minutes became ten minutes, I had peed , he had peed, it was quiet, No traffic from the city could be heard. No Park patrols , technically the park was closed and no one knew we were out here on the island.. No lights of any kind no matches. Just moonlight and pleanty of tree folliage to hide our shiny bodies from the mainland.. After fifteen minutes the crickets, frogs, and nightlife gently attacked Lester in dreamland, I began with his back and stroked his pelvis with my finger tips. I felt his body relax under my control.. When I felt that he was in deep rem sleep I laid down on his left side and with my right arm pushed him over slowly using my body weight so as not to wake him. Now he was mine.. lying blythely on his back penis wobbling with his body movement completely at rest . I stroked his stomach to acclimated my hand to his body tempratrure. My cousins taught me those tricks. Eventually my hand came into contact with his dick and I just relaxed my grip around it.. I put my saliva on it and creamed it with my now moist hand.. His trobbing member grew stiff in my hand and I carressed it softly until he began to drip .. I placed my tounge on the head of his penis and with the nerves of my tounge waited until he came.. It tasted sweet like salt not sugar and I let it flow over my tounge.. He gasmed in slow motion. A long powerful thrust told me that I had suceeded. I raised up and wispered, "Push sweetheart" and with that I watched his toes as they actually stretched to the clothes bags under the tree trunk at our feet.
He woke up fifteen minutes later and told me everything, I fly you know he said to me in confidence, I know, I said you either fly or chase trains on horseback.. I fly too. I sort of suspect most people fly during orgasm if they're asleep.
We laughed softly in the darkness and thought about going back to the other side. It was getting on to ten thirty, and the parents would worry.
After a leasurely swim back to the mainland and after dressing back into our clean clothes.. We decided to meet again the same time next week at a different spot. Can't do motels without our parents. But we'd find a place.. Our friendship was certain of it. I'm glad I could teach Lester to Fly..
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