Life Boat Continuation by Sin Titulo
At the request of several readers, what follows is a continuation really, not an additional chapter. I don't view my life experiences as chapters but as a continuous, ever changing flow. As an old Greek said: "Life is as a river, one can never step into the same one twice."
The excerpt I've been requested to elaborate on from "Life Boat":
The following Monday, after spending Sunday at Tony D's house having sex in every imaginable position with the other two boys and Jim. . .
Jim called me down to breakfast early Sunday morning.
He and I had spent the night together at his house again, since his parents were entertaining guests, they didn't think about us and what we might be doing in his bed. I can tell you I was in some sort of heaven most of the night.
Over toast and coffee, and large glasses of orange juice, he told me that we needed to get rolling because it was going to be an eventful day if he knew his friends. He didn't explain further, but seemed to be looking forward to what his secret smile was keeping from me. After eating, we showered quickly, and I dressed in a set of his warm-up jerseys. The clothes I wore the night before along with his, were thrown into the washing machine which he said his mom would transfer to the drier when she got up. He left his folks a note, because they were still sleeping after a late night of cards with their guests.
In the garage, in Jim's '57 blue and white Chevy with matching upholstry, his grandparents had given him for his seventeenth birthday, he pulled me across the bench seat and kissed me on the mouth fucking my throat with his tongue. I felt like Sandra Dee with Troy Donahue, in "A Summer Place", the film we had seen the night before. We necked in his car for ten minutes before he pulled away and looked at his watch.
"Man, we gotta get going. I've got such a hard on for you right now, I could throw you in the back seat and fuck you forever." He wasn't the only one in the car feeling that way. He started the engine, and gunned the motor to a throaty growl, and backed out of the two car garage as the door opened so quickly that the radio antenna spronged on the lower edge of the rising door. In the street, he burned rubber probably waking the neighbors in the process. I had my hand in his lap, fondling his rigid cock through his jeans, happy as we headed out of the city along Leetsdale drive. The only thing I knew that was out that way to the east, was Cherry Creak Dam, and the reseviour that provided Denver with its water supply.
When we reached the reseviour turn off, Jim pealed the corner on what felt like two wheels, and we tore across the top of the dam at eighty-five miles an hour. The speed was exhilarating to both of us, and the clean Colorado air blew through the windows messing our hair, but neither of us cared. It was good to be alive, young, and to have found each other on that Sunday.
At the far end of the dam, he took a dirt road that made its way around the edge of the water to a stand of forest that would eventually be submerged as the water rose to its full level. But for now, the kids in town knew it as a place for partying and secret sexual activity. A lover's lane of sorts at night, but it was eight thirty in the morning, and the scene would most likely be one of early fishermen trying their luck for the big trout the reseviour harbored. Coming here puzzled me a little, but I said nothing, knowing that what ever Jim had in mind, was part of a plan he and his friends had put together during the week.
As we reached the trees, he took a road that was little more than an old wagon trail, and headed up a ravine away from the water. "Good bye fishermen," I thought. The trail wound up the ravine a mile or so then twisted suddenly to the right, and topped out on the flat high desert of that part of the country, where it paralleled the ravine for what looked like infinity off into the blue distance. I'd never been in this area, so it was the views were new to me. On the right, the Rockies rose like a blue wall, and on the left, somewhere in the distance, was Kansas, the Mississippi, and the eastern seaboard where I would oneday make my life. It felt like I was looking into the future.
After another ten minutes of driving, I caught a glint of sunlight on the windshield of a car in the distance. Jim kept his Chevy at the same even pace, as the distance to the car parked up ahead grew less and less. When we arrived next to the car, Jim pulled up along side, and parked the Chevy, which was now covered in dust as was the cream and white Ford rag top I recognised as belonign to Jim's friend Tony D.
Tony was the catcher on our school's baseball team. Jim the star pitcher, and although Jim had told me Tony and another boy, Reese W., were both gay, I still found it hard to believe. Both boys were strong and masculine looking, not at all like me. I was tall, yes, but for some reason my body had never been more than a thin rail. I didn't go in for sports much, and worked my whole highschool career to avoid the coach who wanted me on the basketball team since I was easily the tallest kid in school at six feet four inches. I hated the idea of playing a game like that, and my talent was in the art arena, istead of the more conventional sports. I had also developed a hate for the coach, because I'd heard he had started a rumor that I must be a fag, because I wouldn't sign up for the team tryouts even. What I'd eventually find out about him though would turn the tables one day.
While we let the dust settle Jim gave my cock another squeeze before we got out of the car. I kissed him on the cheek, and then climbed out onto the rim of the ravine which had gotten deeper at this point, and was actually more of a small canyon. In the bottom, a creek meandered among willows, but across the creek in a hollowed out cave overhang, someone had built a fire.
"Come on," Jim said. "That's the guys. " We made our way down through the red sandstone cliffs of the little gorge, and at the stream, took a rude foot bridge made of flat stones and logs across to the far bank. This side of the canyon was still in darkness because the sun had not climbed high enough to fill it yet.
Jim shouted hello and his voice echoed up the stones of the canyon, and came back with shouts from two other voices impossible to recognise with the distortions the echos produced. We climbed up a series of ancient hand and foot holds carved by Indians, and once on the platform of the cave floor, I could see the remains of an ancient pueblo. It wasn't large, but it was nearly complete. On a platform built of retaining stones, and hard packed earth, Tony D. and Reese W., had built a nice fire they were standing around warming themselves. It was still chilly in the cave.. The two boys were both wearing their letter jackets and levis, but neither had on shirts under their heavy wool, Kelly green, and white, jackets emblazoned with the large "W" of our school, Washington High.
As we climbed up to where they were, they both came to the edge of the retaining wall, and gave us a hand up. Tony offered us hot coffee from a thermos he had brought along, and we stood around the fire in the chill, talking about what the day would bring. The plan was to go to Tony's house after his parents had gotten around and headed out to Colorado Springs for a day of golf with his father's business partner. Tony didn't expect them back before ten that night, because everytime they played golf in the Springs, they always ended up staying for dinner and dancing at the country club that night. Then the drive back to Denver took at least an hour and a half with his father half loaded, he always took it slow.
Reese took out a pack of Luckies, and offered them around. I declined, but the other three all lighted up and as they smoked, the conversation turned to sex.
Tony joked about what he knew about Jim and me. "You two must be tired after spending the night in bed together." We all laughed.
"No rest for the horny," Jim added. "What about you two?" Reese snickered.
"We had to settle for the back seat. Both our folks were home all night, and are getting suspicious that we spend so much time together."
"Yeah," Tony said. "My fuckin'dad actually asked me if I was queer for Reese. I told the motherfucker that If I was, it was none of his business. Actually I think he might be queer for him too. He's go a cute little ass," he grabbed Reese's ass cheek with his hand, and slapped it. "Don't you think?" We all agreed.
"How long do we have to hang out here," Jim asked. "It's fucking cold under this rock."
"My folks have to leave by nine or so to make their tee off time. " He looked at his watch in the firelight. "Shit. We might as well take off now. By the time we get to the house, they will already be gone. " He started kicking the burning logs out of the fire, to break it up. When the flames died a little, he poured the remaining coffee over the brightest to extinguish them, and then pulled out his cock and began pissing on the rest. Reese did it as well, and then Jim and I joined in. Tony whistled a little when I pulled my dick out.
"I can see why you've fallen in love fucker," he said to Jim. We all laughed.
We raced to the cars shouting to each other, because we all wanted to be first, so we didn't have to eat the other's dust cloud on the way back out to paved road. Jim and I won, but not by much. We slammed the car doors just as Tony and Reese has pulled theirs open. We tore out in front of the Ford, but they were soon on our bumper so close, I could see them laughing at some joke most likely about us. On the highway again, we played a game of cat and mouse, passing each other and flipping fingers as we roared past. When we reached the neighborhood where Tony D.'s parents had their home, we slowed down, so we wouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves. Tony used his remote to raise the garage door, and we both pulled in and killed the engines. The two car garage was a tight fit, so we let Tony and Reese get out first. Tony was unlocking the door to the back entrance to the house as Jim and I got out.
"Lets go down into the den," Tony said. He flipped a light switch, and the stairs to the basement were lighted. We headed down the concrete steps into a large room that had been finished with a large television, a pool table, and several comfortable stuffed chairs and large couch. A professional dart board hung on the wall, and next to the TV and entertainment center, was a small wet bar, with a refrigerator under the counter with beer and sodas.
"Any body hungry or thirsty?" Tony asked. Jim and I said no, but Reese said he could eat something. Tony told us to hang out, while he went to the kitchen and brought down something to eat. Jim and I had started a game of pool, while Reese watched. While I was bent forward over the table to make a bank shot, Reese stepped up behind me and humped my butt, causing me to miss my calculated shot.
"Lay off Reese." I pushed him away with a palm on his chest. He staggered back dramatically like I'd pushed him hard.
"Oooh, she's so strong," he cooed.
"Cut it out damn it." I was beginning to take a dislike to the mostly silent Reese. He was esier to take when he kept quiet. He was about six feet tall, and well muscled. His body tended to fat a little, but he was far from what anyone would call fat. His crew cut hair was pale, but not really actually what you would call blond. You could see his scalp through the thin hair. His naked chest, exposed under his team jacket, was hairless, with two large nipples, brown on his pectorals. They were large nubs that stood erect, probably from his perpetual state of arousal. He was always grabbing his cock and adjusting it even on the playing field, when all eyes were on him. He was one total horn dog. I figured that since he didn't go out with any of the girls at school, there were probably rumors circulating about him already.
Tony came back down with a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of milk, Tucked under his arm was a box of cornflakes. He also had two bowls and spoons in his jacket pockets. As he laid out the food on the coffee table for the two of them, I looked him over closely, not really having paid much attention to him before. He was maybe five nine, with a darker complexion from his Italian heritage. His dark blue black hair was long and combed into an Elvis ducktail, the front curled with a heavy application of hair oil which smelled of roses. He was smooth skinned, and his face had the babyish look of the little cherubs in old Italian paintings. His eyes however were intensely blue, which he probably got from his mother, who was a blue eyed blonde I'd seen sitting next to his swarthy father at games. He too lacked hair on his chest, but starting below his belly button, a thin path of hair led down into his levis into his pubes. His pants were always worn low slung, and he never wore a belt with them, that I'd ever seen anyway, and his eyes seemed always to be extending an invitation to come to bed. He was by far the sexiest of the two boys in my opinion, but they obviously had hooked up together because they had realized they had similar interests sexually.
We finished our pool game while they ate, and surprisingly, I won by several points. Jim, was an expert pitcher of baseballs, but seemed to lack the ability to hit a smaller ball with a stick and make it go where he wanted it to go. We put the cues away, and Jim put on a stack of 45's to play on the record player built into the unit that housed the TV. The first song was a Johny Mathis tune called the "12th of Never". He and I sang along with this current hit. It was followed by a Chuck Berry song, "Mabelene", and we started to dance. Tony and Reese finished ther cerial, and got up to dance with us. Soon, the jackets were pulled off, and both boys were dancing holding onto each other's naked arms. Jim saw what they had done, and started trying to pull my sweat shirt off. I helped him, and when done, I tugged his t shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head turning it inside out. We danced, getting wilder all the while. When the record ended and the next one dropped, he took me in his arms, his naked torso felt warm and good against my skin. The song was a slow instrumental by the Ventures. Jim held me close and we strolled around the room hugging each other close. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Tony and Reese break apart, and start pulling off their pants. They both were wearing white cotton briefs, and they kept these on, but the cloth did little to hide their semi hard cocks and ball sacks. They resumed dancing to the next record, "Sea of Love."
Jim whispered that we should strip as well, so we did. Jim hadn't bothered with briefs when he'd dressed that morning, and his cock was already hard against my hip. We resumed dancing, and he was soon sliding his palm down the back of my briefs and fingerig my hole. I looked at the other two still dancing, and saw they were fondling each other's now rigid cocks through their cotten briefs. When the record ended finally, Fats Domino dropped onto the turntable, and began crooning about finding his thrill on blueberry hill. My favorite song in those days. I started to kiss Jim on the neck and ear, and let my hand take hold of his hardness as we danced. He started tugging my briefs off, and when they fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of them as we danced across the floor. The other two guys were also now naked, except for their white tube socks and tennis shoes. Both their cocks were standing up against their stomaches. I could see that Reese was the better hung of the two, and understood why he was always constantly adjusting himself. He must have had a good eight inches of thick hard cock between his legs.
Tony was no slouch in that respect though his six or seven inch cock was as thick as a can of pop at the base, and had a long tapered look to it. His cockhead was small, but the base of his cock was thick. He made up for his small dickhead with a magnificent set of low hanging balls that looked the size of hens eggs hanging in their skin sack. I felt a strange pang of hunger for both their cocks. I wanted to touch them, feel them, and feel them penetrating places in me where I'd only experienced Jim before. I wanted the party to get started. I shocked myself, but suddenly dropping to my knees, and taking Jim's hardess into my mouth and began sucking him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other two stop dancing, and break apart to watch.
"She's hot to trot," Reese's voice whispered loudly in the room. I pulled back to Jim's cock head, and twisted to look over at them inviting them to join in with my eyes, and they both got the message. They qiuckly crossed the room, and I felt their hard cocks trailing over my back and face. Their hands were feeling me and Jim all over. Jim took my head in his hands, and began to fuck my face and I felt tongues begin to lick over my body. I closed my eyse and enjoyed the new sensations. Someone laid down and crawled under me between my legs, and began licking my balls and the underside of my rigid shaft. I pulled off Jim for a second, and glanced down into Tony's bright lust filled eyes. Back at work on Jim, I felt something being worked into my hole with fingers. Jim leaned over my back, and I could hear him kissing Reese moaning as he did. After several moments of this, Reese pulled his fingers out of me, and I found his legs straddling mine as he put himself into position to put his big thick cock in my hole.
The big head of his cock began to push at my sphincter, and I relaxed and let him in. A cock that large couldn't be denied. I wanted to feel the massive presence in my guts more than anything I could think of at that moment. He worked himself into me, until he was well seated in place. He laid his chest on my back, and wrapped his arms around me and began a slow fuck of my asshole. Jim was murmuring for him to fuck me deep. Reese was doing his best. Jim pulled me off his cock, and turning around, bent over in front of me and spread his butt cheeks with his hands.
He wanted me to rim his hole to get it wet for penetration. I leaned forward and licked across his bud, and he pushed back onto my face. I tongued into his hole, and soon had him sopping wet. He stood up and walked behind me. I twisted my head to see him lowering himself onto Tony's hard cock, exposed beneith and behind Reeses humping ass. Tony moaned under me, and sucked both my balls into his mouth. I moaned with the multiple pleasures my body was experiencing for the first time, and leaned back further into Reese's arms. He was moaning in my ear, and began to lick my neck and ear sending shivers of pleasure through me.
We remained in this compact knot of sex lust for several long minutes until Reese began humping my hole as hard as his position could allow, and he grunted that he was cumming. I reached over my shoulder, and took his head in my arm, twisting my own neck until we could touch tongues together. He moaned and humped his cum into my hole with several strong thrusts of his hips. I felt Tony's tongue licking our union, and realized he was trying to get the overflow of his lover's cum as it leaked around his big cock where it penetrated into my body.
Reese pulled his half hard cock out of me and stood up. Instantly, Tony was tonguing my still open hole for the remains of Resse's deposit. He thrust his tongue deep inside my totally relaxed hole, and began sucking. I was in a delerium of pleasure from the feelings he was giving me. While this was going on, Reese stepped around in front of me and pushed his slimy cock into my face. He took my head in his big hands, and told me to clean his cock off. I resisted at first, but he stuck his thumbs into my mouth and pried me open. His cock was sill hard enough to slide in across my tongue, the acrid ass juices tasting sour.
"Suck it clean mutherfucker." He demanded of me. I had no choice but to begin the process. His cock was big and thick, and soon was getting larger as I sucked. I didn't imagine he could cum again so quickly after filling my hole with all he had, but it didn't take long for me to realize by his humping my face and throat that he was rising to the occassion with another climax.
"Man! You suck the best dick I've ever felt." He moaned, and began fucking my throat. Tony was finally getting tired of tonguing my hole, and stopped, but since Jim was still fucking himself on Tony's cock, he just lay beneith me while Reese finally resched a second blow of cum. I swallowed and as he pulled away from me, his cock now too sensitive to touch, I stood up. getting the kinks out of my long bent knees.
Tony was laying on the floor, with his eyes closed tightly, while Jim was bouncing hard on his cock. I stood and watched while he worked himself hard on Tony to get his climax. He was busy with his fist on his own hardness, so I went down in front of him on my knees again, and took his cockhead in my mouth. He grunted his appreciation, and almost instantly flooded my mouth with his cum. His tightening sphincter brought Tony to the edge, and he started squirming under him as he poured his cum into my lover's hole. When it was over, I helped Jim to his feet. He'd worn himself out for the time being fucking himself in such a diffucult position. He and I collapsed on the couch, and lay there watching Reese clean Tony's cock with his tongue. When he'd finished with Tony, he walked across the carpet on his knees, and without speaking, lifted Jim's tired legs high, and went to work, tonguing and sucking Tony's spunk out of Jim's ass.
Afterward we lay there nude for a long time, talking and joking, recovering for another go later in the afternoon. The orgy, the first of many I was to experience, had taken us into the lunch hour. We decided to get dressed and go out to the local hangout drive in for lunch. We took the Ford, with the top down, and drove in the glorious sunshine to the Monaco drive-in and while the girls all skated by to talk to us, ate hamburgers and malted milks. Hanging with the school's top jocks was my first experience of what fame could be like. If only all the girls wanting to bed these boys could have seen us just a while before, I guarantee they wouldn't have bothered paying us so much attention.
The radio was playing a Rick Nelson hit, "Mary Lou" when the coach pulled up in his forty-nine Ford. He parked beside us, and got out of his car. When one of the girls rolled up to him, he ordered a shrimp basket and a coke, and then leaned on the window frame of Tony's car, looking straight at me.
"You hanging with the team now?" I looked him straight in the eye and nodded.
"We've been out roaming around all night," Tony said.
"Well then you faggots ought to get some sleep. I'm going to work your butts hard tomorrow morning. We've got a big game to prepare for next Saturday against Jefferson, and you can bet they haven't been fucking around all night." He got back in his Ford, and Tony motioned to one of the girls to take the trays off his car. When she had done it, he started his engine, and backed out of the slot. The coach waved as we pulled away.
"Asshole," Reese muttered. "I could tell you a thing or two about Coach."
"Like what?" I wanted to know, because I'd developed a hatred for the man because of his harrassment of me because I refused to go out for basketball.
"For one thing, he's got a pencil dick." He held up his thumb and finger an inch apart.
"Really? How do you know?" Reese scoffed, blowing air through his nose.
"I fucked the bastard in the showers all last year."
"Yeah, and I fucked him the year before," Tony said. "Problem is he eventually wants to fuck you with his little dick, and it just ain't worth it."
"That fucking pencil he pisses with hurts like hell when he's pounding your hole like a rabbit." Reese spit out the window in disgust. Bobby Vee came on the radio asking us to take good care of his baby. None of us had any intention of ever touching his baby.
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