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My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.
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My First Year With Kevin
Chapter 5
The next morning, Kevin and I woke up around nine. The sun was bright, and Kevin's blond body looked beautiful in the soft rays that came through the curtains.
"Good morning," I said.
"Hi," he replied.
Without another word, he kissed me passionately. His tongue entered my mouth immediately, and he sucked mine when I did the same to him. We both woke up hard, and Kevin made me even harder by sliding down my chest, licking and sucking nipples.
"I want you to fuck me," I said. "And I want you to piss in me like I did in you yesterday."
Without a response, he gently turned me onto my stomach and positioned himself between my legs behind me. He dropped down and started licking my ass. At first he only toyed with my crack, but, in a few minutes, he was tonguing my asshole, making me shiver with pleasure.
"I'm ready," I said.
He positioned the head of his cock at my hole and pushed gently into me. Neither of us did anything to my cock. After ten minutes of slow pumping, though, I blasted a heavy load of cum all over the sheet. Kevin came just seconds behind me.
"You still want my piss," he asked, after we had both settled down.
"Yeah. I want to see what it feels like."
He started in a small dribble at first. Then I could feel the intense stream of a young racehorse pouring into me. It reminded me of an enema I had had a year or so before, and, in no time at all, I felt an enormous urge to shit. Kevin finished urinating, and I told him I had to get to the bathroom, fast.
"Let's see if we can get out of bed and into the bathroom without my pulling out," he said. "My dick will serve as a kind of plug to keep all the stuff inside you."
Cautiously, but less awkwardly than I thought it would be, we slipped off the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around my stomach and held me to him closely. We inched our way to the bathroom. Kevin sat down on the toilet with me still impaled on his cock.
"I'll pull out and stand up behind you. You try not to miss the bowl," he said.
That maneuver was a lot more awkward than getting out of bed had been, but we were ultimately successful. I sat on the toilet seat quickly, and piss and shit and cum flowed out of me.
Kevin moved around in front of me and sat on my lap. My cock was still hard and still loaded with piss. He positioned himself over it and sat down. My cock slipped easily into him, and he pumped up and down until I came a second time. He came again, too, splashing cum onto my chest.
"You still gotta piss, don't you?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, let loose."
It took me a few minutes to allow my stream to release into him, but, finally, I emptied my bladder into his ass. He slid off my cock and sat on the toilet facing me. It was an extremely tight fit, but he was able to release the contents of his intestines into the toilet without spilling any on the floor. He hugged me tight and then kissed me deeply.
"Oh, that was good. Did you like it?"
I thought for a moment. The experience was certainly unusual, and there had been a real eroticism about the whole thing that was unlike anything else we had ever done.
"Yeah," I said. "I did." He kissed me again, and then we took a shower. Kevin shaved but didn't offer to shave me. I decided to try his method of shaving in the shower, and I was able to do it with minimal discomfort.
We got coffee in the kitchen and warmed up a couple of the sausage biscuits that had been left over from the day before. We took our breakfast to the patio. Dave was already out there, reading the newspaper. There were two copies of the New Orleans paper and one of the New York Times.
"Where'd these come from," Kevin asked.
"I went into town and bought them," Dave said. "But don't worry, I didn't wear any clothes." We all laughed, but we didn't pursue how he managed that.
Gradually, the others drifted out onto the patio. Jeff had ended up spending the night with Brian, and it appeared that they were getting along quite well. By 10:30, the entire group had assembled, and we started talking about what we wanted to do that day. Jeff asked if any of us had ever been to the gay nudist campground that was nearby.
"I have," Brian offered.
"What's it like," Dave wanted to know.
"Well, it's kind of a picnic area where naked guys hang out. I mean, they have a pretty nice main pavilion with a DJ and dancing, there's swimming, volleyball, softball--all kinds of stuff. Sunday is the big day for the place, and guys from New Orleans and all around show up there. It was pretty much fun the time I went."
"Are y'all interested in doing that today," Kevin asked.
We chewed around the idea for a while, and we finally decided we were. We got busy making lunch and gathering up the things we might need. We all got dressed, albeit minimally, to go to the nudist camp, which I thought a bit ironic, and took off.
It cost us sixty bucks to get in, but Kevin paid for everybody. We found a place to set up our headquarters and promptly got down to bare skin. We kept our shoes on, though, and we noticed most of the other guys did, too. The population of the camp was all male, as we had expected, and the guys ranged in age from men in their sixties and seventies to guys our ages. As it was, we ran an eight-year span from Brian at twenty-six to Kevin and me at eighteen. Surprisingly, nobody asked to see ID or anything. A lot of the younger guys looked trim and fit, but some of the older men had really unattractive physiques.
"What's the sex situation like around here," Kevin asked Brian.
"What the hell do you think? You get a couple hundred naked gay guys in a relatively small area, and things are bound to happen."
"Well, I've got an idea. We each set a goal of having sex with at least two guys--one older and one younger, or at least the same age. The first guy to do that wins." Kevin's eyes were bright with excitement when he said that.
"How do we verify that," Jeff asked.
Kevin thought for a minute but couldn't come up with anything.
"I know," Dave said, "we can each get the guys to sign a statement saying they had had sex with us."
We all laughed.
"You don't think that would work," Dave asked, rather naively.
"Why don't we just use the honor system," Kevin asked.
We discussed the pros and cons of that, but we finally agreed that if we couldn't trust one another to tell the truth, we'd break up sex camp and go home. Nobody wanted that to happen, so we settled on the honor system as our means of verification. We'd report back for a preliminary check-in at five o'clock. Until then, we'd be on our own.
Kevin and I decided to eat something before setting off. We made a plate of fried chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits we'd picked up on the way.
"What are you gonna do," I asked him.
"I'd like to see if there's a volleyball game I could get in. I love that game, and I haven't played in a while. You?"
"I'll hang with you, if that's okay."
"Sure, Babe. Who knows, we might meet up with another horny couple looking for two gorgeous guys like us." He grinned at me and wiped a speck from my chin.
After we had eaten, we each grabbed a cold beer, and Kevin put his pouch over his shoulder and his baseball cap on his head. He looked the quintessence of masculinity, and I was proud to walk around with him.
"I wonder if we'd attract more attention if we had hard-ons," Kevin asked.
I wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but the thought of walking around naked was bad enough, much less walking around hard.
"You're kidding, right," I asked.
"Yeah, Matt, I am." He kissed me quickly and then ran ahead a little. I ran to catch up.
"Well, hell, I didn't know," I said. He tousled my hair like I was a little boy and grinned at me.
"You're so fucking cute," he said. "I love that."
There were a few other campsites around, and most of them were unattended. We stopped at one, though, where a couple of guys in their mid-thirties were sunbathing.
"Hi," Kevin said as we walked up. Both guys looked up when they heard him.
"Well, hello," one fellow said.
"This is the first time we've been here, and we heard there was a volleyball game somewhere. Do you guys know where it is?"
Both men sat up when Kevin asked that.
"I've heard the same thing, but the games don't start for another hour or so. Why don't you guys join us for a beer?" Both men were looking us over pretty carefully, and it was pretty obvious they had something other than volleyball or sunbathing on their minds.
"I'm Sam," the first one said, "and this is Tim."
"Hi, I'm Kevin."
"And I'm Matt."
"Well, what do you say to a beer? We've got some cold ones," Tim asked.
"Sure," Kevin said. The fact that we had beers in our hands didn't seem to enter into the equation. "Mine's hot and flat, anyway."
Sam got four beers and invited us to sit in a lawn chairs. There were four chairs, so maybe there were other guys with them.
We made idle chit-chat for a few minutes, then Sam said, "Forgive me for being forward, but that's the most beautiful cock I think I've ever seen." His remark was addressed to Kevin.
"Thanks, dude. Yours ain't bad, either," Kevin said. Sam's dick was well on its way to becoming fully hard. He was circumcised, and it appeared it would probably be in the six-inch-plus range.
"You want to take a walk," Sam asked. "Maybe we can find that volleyball game."
"Sure," Kevin said. He had given me a pack of cigarettes and lighter out of his pouch, so I figured that meant I was on my own to see what would happen with Tim.
Once they were gone, Tim asked me if I wouldn't be more comfortable lying on the air mattress he had been lying on. I figured that was his come-on, so I moved over to it with him. Once down on the mattress, he turned on his stomach and looked at me. Without saying a word, he put his hand on my chest and started rubbing it. He looked at my dick to see if it was responding, and, when he saw that it was, he started working my chest with his mouth. He sucked my right nipple until it was hard, and that really turned me on. Then he reached down for my cock with his hand and stroked it a little. I started rubbing his ass, and, before long, we were kissing. When we were both hard and leaking precum, he whispered, "What would you like?"
"How about a blowjob," I asked.
Without answering, Tim moved down to my cock. He positioned me on my side, and his cock was in the area of my face. Evidently, he wanted sixty-nine, so I obliged. Neither of us lasted very long, and my orgasm was strong, but not remarkable.
After we rested, I smoked a cigarette, and he got us fresh beers. We sat up in the lawn chairs like nothing had happened, and chatted. He wanted to know all about me, so I launched into my story about moving from California. He asked polite questions, but I could tell he wasn't terribly interested in what I was saying. In a little while, Sam and Kevin rejoined us. It was obvious they had been doing something very much like what Tim and I had been engaged in. They joined us for beers. When we had finished drinking them, Kevin said,
"Well, let's go see if we can find that game, Matt."
We thanked the guys for their hospitality and took off.
I told Kevin what had happened between Tim and me when he asked me, and he told me he had fucked Sam standing up holding onto a pine tree.
"That was kind of a weird experience, wasn't it," Kevin asked.
"Yeah. Did you enjoy it?"
"He wasn't a bad fuck, but I didn't really try very hard to please him. I felt kind of bad about that, but what the hell? He's nothing to me."
We found the volleyball court, and Kevin got into a game. I sat on the side with a few other guys and watched. Kevin was really good, as I expected he would be, and every time he jumped, his cock slapped into his abdomen. The other spectators loved him and cheered for him. His side ended up winning.
There was a kid on the other side that kept his eyes on Kevin during the whole game. Kevin took advantage of that and scored several points because of the guy's inattention to the game. After the game, he crossed the net and shook Kevin's hand. They chatted for a minute, and then he called me over.
"Matt, this is Steve Albritton. He goes to Newton, and he'll be a senior, too. Steve, this is Matt Smythe." We shook hands.
Steve invited us back to his camp for a beer and something to eat. We accepted. Once there, we discovered that Steve was with a guy in his mid- to late-forties. He introduced us to him as school friends. The older guy was, allegedly, Steve's next-door neighbor. We chatted a while, and it turned out that the neighbor had spent most of his life in San Diego. While he and I talked about California, Steve and Kevin slipped away into the woods. They were gone quite a while, and I knew Kevin was in the process of winning his own contest. When they came back, Steve's cock was half-hard, and it was obvious he had come.
We didn't hang around there long.
"I guess you won the contest," I said to Kevin.
"Yeah, I guess so. You never can tell, though."
"Tell me about that guy Steve," I said.
"He's a pretty nice guy," Kevin said. "He's on the Newton football team, so I've kinda known him a while. He wanted to play with my cock, and then he wanted me to fuck him. So I did."
"I was surprised the older guy didn't say anything when you two came back. It was pretty obvious Steve had come."
"That guy is his next-door neighbor, like he said, but they've been fucking each other for over a year. Steve told me that."
"That's kind of sick, isn't it," I asked, to see how Kevin would react.
"I don't make judgments about people and what they do," he said. And then, "I wanted you to know you wouldn't be the only gay guy in your class at Newton. Steve said he knows of at least eight other guys who are gay."
In some ways that came as good news, but I certainly had no intention of making my sexual preference known publicly at school. I figured I'd probably be able to pick out the gay people there, anyway, but I didn't want to be put into some stupid little category that limited me.
Kevin and I roamed around the park for a while. We went down to the river and found ten or fifteen guys swimming and playing in the water. There was a rope tied to a high tree branch, and guys would swing out on it and release into the water. Kevin did it gracefully, but, when I tried it, I spread my legs and did an ass-flop into the river. After we swam for a while, we started walking again. I took Kevin's hand. I was afraid he'd make me turn him loose, but he didn't. I got bolder and put my arm around his waist. We passed other guys, some alone, some in pairs and threesomes, and we'd smile and say hi. Almost everyone stared at Kevin, and one guy even complimented his looks.
It wasn't until we were in the woods away from everybody else that I got bold enough to kiss him. I turned him toward me, and our penises rubbed against one another. I started getting hard, and, in a minute, Kevin did, too.
"I love it when you make me hard," he said.
I took his cock into my hand. It was only about half hard at that point, but I was already raging. I slipped his foreskin over the head of my cock and started jerking us off.
"Ohhhhhh, Babe," he said. "That feels so fucking good. I love doing this with you." He got fully hard in a minute or two, and we stood there, docked to one another, for any passing stranger to see. I fiddled with his nipple ring, and he moaned deeply with pleasure. "God, you make me hot," he said, hoarsely. I continued stroking us through Kevin's skin, and, of course, the inevitable happened. We came at almost the same instant, and our cum created a little balloon inside Kevin. We hugged long and hard after we climaxed, and we both had cum all over our legs and stomachs.
"I wish we had something to clean up with," I said.
"Not me. I want everybody to know that we love each other and love sharing our cum."
Just then two older gentlemen--in their fifties, probably-came down the path we were on. They said hello, and we responded. They looked at one another and smiled, possibly remembering their own youthful lust. Kevin was still close to fully hard, but he didn't seem to mind their seeing his erection.
"You boys look like you've been having a good time," one of them said.
"Yes, sir," Kevin replied. He gave them his to-die-for grin, and they both laughed heartily and moved on.
The rest of the day was just like any picnic, except that everyone was naked. Kevin won the sex prize, of course, which turned out to be nothing at all. We ate our fill of the food we had brought, and that night we stayed for part of a concert by a local band that wasn't really very good. Kevin and I made love again that night and slept in one another's arms.
The rest of the week of sex camp was filled with a lot of sex, of course, but we did our share of other camp activities, as well. Larry and Brian took a lot of pictures and made a terrific web site with them. Brian and Jeff got along extremely well, and, by the time we left, they had plans for Jeff to move into Brian's house. Dave and Larry perfected the cum-less orgasm, and I made a little progress on it myself. Dave and Kevin continued their endless put-downs and friendly rivalry, and they succeeded in teaching me how to fish. All things considered, it was a wonderful week.