My Journey

My Journey - 01 By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens. If you are underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without written permission.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A very new friend has encouraged me to rewrite "My Journey." I hope you like reading about my journey into the sexual world of love between men. It's true, I lived it, and I have changed the names of those who are still with us. Other than that, the story is what happened when at sixteen, my male sexuality was awakened, my eyes opened, and my mind sharpened to what sex, pleasure giving, companionship, and love were really all about.

EDITOR'S NOTE: While writing my series "Camp Clover For Boys," Larry sent me some of his memories of youth, particularly those of a camping trip. I used parts of his story in my story, but encouraged Larry to write more. What he presented me with is a remarkable tale of his coming-of-age. I urged him to share his story with Nifty Archive readers, and he has allowed me to do so. It is presented as a true story.

MY JOURNEY Chapter 1

I had been selected to be a crew leader on a trek to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in northern New Mexico. We had taken a train from Cleveland, Ohio, across the country to Raton. The sixteen young men that I was to supervise, all 13 and 14 year olds, were as excited as any youngster could be. Along the way, they were flattered when waitresses and store clerks thought they were some Special Forces group in that we were in Explorer-green uniforms.

We arrived at the center, were checked in and assigned a quad until our trail guide came to us, gave us an orientation, went through our gear, and outlined the trek and the features at each stopping place. To help us become accustomed to the high desert and mountains, we would be placed in a tent area for two days. We were to do a service project, get in some fly fishing, moskeet, and hone our woodsmen skills ... and tune up our hiking muscles for the arduous trails ahead. We'd be trekking for the next 27 days over some rugged trails. Okay so you get a picture of where I was and what I was about to embark upon, well, the start of the journey.

At the tent camp, I broke down my crew two men to a tent. The trail guide, Ken, came up to me and said, "Seems you are odd man out, want to share my tent with me?" Now I had already scouted out this hunk. He was 17, with a trim husky build, really good looking and very self-confident. He had handled the older adults quite well and appeared to be much older than seventeen. I felt a real affinity to him, so I replied that I thought that was a very good idea. It became a buddy thing from then on. He took charge of me and my crew and showed us the features at this camp. We got to ride young bull calf's, learned how to rope steers, ride horses, pack burros, and where all the mess hall, canteen, and other facilities were located.

It was after dinner, and I had turned my guys loose to do whatever they wanted to do for the evening. There was a movie in the mess hall, and the canteen had several games that were available. Ken grabbed me and said, "Come on, I'll take you over to the ranger's house, it's the old Kit Carson museum." His hand on my shoulder guided me in the direction he wanted us to go. I felt right at home, and it was nice to be with him, he was playful and very interesting. He took me through the museum, pointing out all the artifacts and explaining tools that I had never seen before. It was a very pleasant evening.

"Say, what say we go take a hot shower and turn in. It's going to be a long day tomorrow, and we'll be hiking quite a lot," said Ken. So we went back to the tent area, picked up our toilet gear and towels and he showed me the way to the shower house. We entered a room that was set up with benches and square box bins on the wall to put your clothes in while you were showering. Ken set about stripping off his jean jacket, t-shirt, and opened the fly of his jeans and removed his boots, then slid his jeans off his masculine hairy legs. Of course I was gawking at this bold display of this good-looking muscular youth standing stark naked in front of me, watching as I undressed. As I turned away from him to put my clothes in a bin, my back to him, he commented, "Nice body! Come on let's get wet!" and led the way into the shower room.

The shower room was a large tiled expanse with the showers mounted on a column that contained six separate showerheads, the faucets being at waist level. There were four columns, so that twenty-four guys could shower at one time. However, only Ken and I were there at that time. He turned on two showers next to each other, got his body wet and preceded to soap up under his arms and over those perfectly formed pecs. I stood in my shower getting wet and rubbing the soap in my hands working up a lather. As I showered, Ken kept my eyes occupied. He bent over to lather up each of his legs and thighs, giving me a good look at his ass cheeks. I detected a warm glow filling my body.

I hadn't witnessed any of this before and was slightly uneasy over the whole display. He turned to face me, and made a display of lathering his genital area, and playing with his penis and testicles, rubbing and pulling on them. I turned away embarrassed and am sure red faced. I heard him rinse off, and say, "If you're finished, let's get back to the tent."

I turned, rinsed off and followed him out to where our clothes were. He toweled off and put on his boot, grabbed up his clothing and said, "Let's go!"

"I'm not going out their naked!" I couldn't believe this and stood defiant looking at this guy standing at the door, naked, his clothing in his arms, dressed only in his boots.

"Who's to see you? Besides were all guys here, come on, grab your clothes and let's go."

I did as he told me and followed his bare body out of the showered house and toward our tent. True, no one saw us in the darkness, but I had a weird feeling and my body was all quivering. This was something new. I wasn't that sexually deprived, yeah, I masturbated every night and my younger brother and I had been starting to experiment, but this was something very new and exciting.

Ken opened the tent flaps and bent down to roll out our sleeping bags. I stood watching like the total idiot I was feeling like. My brain was going a mile a minute, what if one of my crew came out of their tent and saw me standing there nude, with Ken's ass practically in my face as he was getting into the tent. Worst yet was if one of the adult advisors came out for a smoke and saw us. What would I say, what would Ken say?

"Come on Larry, your sleeping bag is all rolled out." I climbed into the tent and lowered the flaps behind me. I looked down. Ken had turned on a small lantern, which gave a soft glow inside the tent. He was lying on top of his sleeping bag, still stark naked. I knelt down and stored my gear, folded up my clothes to form a pillow and then laid down on my sleeping bag, turning to face him. I figured I could be just a nonchalant as he was being naked. He gave me a big warm grin, "You sleep in the nude, too? I've done it since I was fourteen. I just got tired of all the pajamas twisting and binding, you know tightening around your balls." He reached down and adjusted his cock and ball sack so it laid downward on one thigh. He launched into telling me how the trip would go, what to expect, and then he got around to talking about his favorite type of girl.

I told him I preferred red heads with green eyes, Irish types with freckles across the bridge of their nose. He said he did, too! Then as we talked more about our girl preferences and confirming that we had similar tastes, I noticed he was exercising that log between his thighs. He said, that the talk about girls had gotten him all hot and bothered, and would I mind if he took care of business?

I said, "No, in fact I'd like to join you!" He was hard and pulsing. We both rolled onto our backs and proceeded to rub and caress our hardened pricks. I noticed he was watching me and my technique and keeping pace with my strokes. I started concentrating on my strokes and trying to match him.

"You got a great cock, Larry! Man!" and he reached over and touched the head with his finger and swirled the clear pre cum that was coming up out of the piss slit around the swollen glans. I took in a sharp breath through my teeth.

"I bet that tastes sweet just like honey!" and he bent over and took my cock into his mouth. He was an expert at sucking cock. No one had ever done this, not even my younger brother had done this with me. I didn't move, it felt so good. Ken soon had me squirming and humping up off the sleeping bag trying to give him every inch of my then six incher.

Ken soon swung his body over mine, his thighs at my shoulders and his big seven-inch cock, fatter than mine, dangled down brushing my lips and nose. He broke off sucking and swallowing my prick just long enough to tell me to suck it, I'd love the taste.

My hands reached up around his hips and my arms pulled my mouth right to his seven-inch meaty manhood. I was soon repeating what he was doing to me. He'd slurp with his lips on the glans, then tongue flick down the shaft to my scrotum, then kiss up to the head. This kept up for a while, each of us getting hotter and closer to an orgasm. When he got close, his legs slipped backward and his cock was forced deep down into my throat, gagging me. Being a novice at this I panicked and tried pushing him off, but I think he had expected that. He kept his hips in place and his cock buried in my throat. I had no choice but to swallow his warm slippery cum. He pulled out and rolled to his side. His swollen cock pulled out of my throat and mouth. He was still pulsing out his white cream.

I was gasping for air and turned to look over at him. He was smiling, and said, "You liked it, didn't you?" I gave a slight laugh, and told him, "I have never sucked a guys prick before, this is my first time experience. In fact, you are the first guy I have done this with, other than my kid brother and he never sucked my prick."

Ken was amazed and excited. "There is a lot more I can show you on the trail during the next few weeks. Come over here and clean up my cock for me." He grabbed me and started licking the cum off my quickly deflating rod and I went down and did his. He turned round and we both slid into my sleeping bag with him snuggled behind. We quickly fell into a pleasant restful sleep

I awoke the next morning with Ken's stiff cock cradled between my ass cheeks and his warm hand rubbing up and down over my abs. When he knew I was awake, his hand slid down to grasp my piss hardon. "What say we take care of this?"

I turned my head back to the side and was surprised by his warm lips grazing mine. "I'll lead, you follow, okay?"

"Mmmmm yeah, as I don't know where the damn latrine is located." And proceeded to untangle myself out of the backpack and pull on a pair of shorts and slipped into my boots. I got up and out of the tent and looked for Ken. He was walking naked to the latrine, turned to me and said, "What?" and pointed at his hard dick. I reached back and grabbed his shorts and trotted after him.

When I entered the latrine, Ken was standing spread leg with hips thrown forward and a thick yellow stream of piss hitting the urinal. I sidled up to him and opened the fly to my shorts, took out my turgid rod and released my stream.

"You don't care if anyone sees you naked, do you?" I turned to see him grinning at me.

"I see you brought my shorts with you, thanks!" He took them from me and stepped into them. He zipped up and stood waiting for me to drain and shake. He laughed.

"You can shake and squeeze all you please, but the last drop lands in your BVD's! Come on, let's finish dressing and go get your crew ready for breakfast." He left me grinning at his little poem and I trotted out after him. He was going down the tents rattling the poles and shouting at the top of his voice, "Time to rise and shine ya tenderfoots! Let go of your cocks and grab your socks, it going to be a great day!" I noticed a lot of smiling faces peeking out from the tent flaps.

"Is this your morning ritual, every morning?" I bent down next to Ken and asked, as I made up my bedroll and stuffed my pack. He turned that blonde haired head and grinned, "Well, not exactly every day. Ha!" He slipped into his T-shirt and grabbed his straw cowboy hat and stood up to survey the area. That broad white-toothed grin was getting to me.

"Okay crew, up and at 'em. You can finish up packing after breakfast. I want everyone here at the tent camp right after breakfast, eight o'clock sharp, ready to hit the trail. Any one not here will be left behind. Follow Ken and I to the mess hall...and try to stay together at one table." I followed Ken's example and just strode off toward the mess hall, some of the crew stumbling along behind us. Boy, I wish they would shape up, hoping they wouldn't be a problem on the trail. Well, maybe it was too early in the morning. The sun had just started rising up filling the area with its warm light.

We were greeted with other groups already lined up and entering the mess hall. I asked Ken, "You think there will be enough food left for us?" His reply was a gutsy, "Oh, yeah, there will be plenty left, even for seconds, and thirds." He chatted with me as the line moved along.

"You have quite a bunch of greenhorns with you," said Ken. I replied that they were and were not all from the same units back home, but from all over the area and from all income levels, as well as ethnic groups...a real melting pot of kids. I described Cleveland to him and told him how large it was. He explained he was interested because he came from a small town just outside St. Louis, Missouri, and had never seen a big city or a great lake like Erie.

The food aroma wafted out the doors. My stomach growled. I was amazed as I entered the mess hall. The line started with several juices, then dry cereals, hot oatmeal, grits, farina, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and chipped beef on toast, toast, English muffins, and milk, tea, coffee, and hot chocolate at the end. I followed Ken and watched as he loaded his tray. He mentioned that jams and jellies were on the tables already. I grabbed the same items he did...again we had similar tastes in food. We made our way to a large empty table and stood as my crew filtered over and sat down and started to chow down.

Ken left our table and went around to talk with the adult advisors and check to see what the guys had been eating, and making suggestions that they go back for seconds and get specific food groups. He suggested we grab some fresh fruit before leaving the mess hall. He came back to our table and motioned for me to follow him. We left the dining hall and headed back to the campsite. He got close to me and put his hand up on my shoulder and informed me that he'd have my ass tonight if any of the guys screwed up on today's conditioning hike to the sports area. I immediately thought to myself, 'my ass has had it, my crew wasn't that good.'

We assembled around an old fire hole at the campsite. Ken explained what we would be doing for the entire day. A group would be in each of the sports areas, and after an hour or so, the groups would rotate to the next sports area. That way, we would all be able to try our skills in each area. We would be having box lunches made up by the mess hall crew and delivered to the sites by chuck wagon. There was no water in the area, so to be sure to bring filled canteens. If we wanted to test out our trail packs, this would be the time to do that. He urged us to pay particular attention in the woodsman skills area. What we picked up at that site would be used throughout our trek through the mountains.

It was a fun filled day. We all returned to the tent site, dusty, tired and ready for a good hot meal. Most of us went right to the fountains and tanked up on the cool water. A couple of my crew removed their boots and sock and were soaking their tired feet in the irrigation canal.

Ken grabbed me and suggested we grab a change of clothes and head for a nice shower before dinner. I agreed and we were followed by several others who had the same idea. I glanced at quite a few studly bodies, and was amazed at how open the guys were with their nudity. Ken nudged me in the ribs, "A lot of nice dicks hanging around. Better close your mouth and drop your eyes. You're gawking too much!" and he gave a low chuckle. "You really are a tenderfoot, aren't you?" I followed him into the shower area and quickly got under some hot water spray, soaped up, rinsed off and went back to the dressing area. Quickly toweling off, I pulled on fresh T-shirt, shorts, clean socks and my hiking boots and headed back to our tent.

Ken followed me much later and I wondered what had happened to him. He came back to the campsite, wearing just his shorts and boots. "You left rather quickly, didn't you? Were you embarrassed with all those dicks hanging out just waiting to be noticed? You missed quite a show by leaving early." He smirked, bent down and entered our tent. I heard him getting dressed and he shortly appeared in clean uniform. "Well, gather your crew and we'll head for the mess hall."

I called my group together, made sure everyone was present, then in an orderly group we headed for the dining area. I herded my crew in front of me, and brought up the rear with Ken at my side. Ken kept asking me why I had left the showers so quickly. I told him I didn't think I had to hang around gawking at the guys and I didn't want to discuss it with him. The evening meal was just as sumptuous as breakfast was. There were buffalo steaks in a tomato hot sauce and slices of ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, glazed carrots, dinner rolls, plenty of juice, milk, tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. Fresh fruit and huge cookies for dessert. Ken urged us to eat plenty because we'd be getting recon foods on the trail and making our own biscuits.

After seconds, Ken had thirds, but I couldn't eat any more and just sat watching him. He looked up, gave me that killer smile and asked if I had anything to do tonight. "What's to do here, I've seen it all last night" was my quick reply. He suggested we go over to the canteen and stock up on vital supplies that were not included on the trail menu. I was puzzled, and he introduced me to a staple on the trail, Heath bars. They were covered in chocolate that didn't get smeared all over the gear, and the hard toffee center held up well through heat and pressure.

The sun set behind the mountains and it became dark rather quickly. As we walked back to the tent area, Ken put his right arm around my back with his hand over my shoulder. Then as we walked, his hand rubbed my back, and moved down to my waist. The closer we got to the tent, the farther his hand slid into my shorts. His finger was rubbing in the crease between my ass cheeks. I told him we had to talk as I wasn't very comfortable with what was developing, especially the episode last night.

"What, are you telling my you didn't enjoy what we did? Are you serious?" He stopped, removed his hand from my shorts and stood in front of me, looking at my face. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "You are serious! That's why you have been quiet all day, and took off like a rocket at the showers. Yeah, we have to talk alright." He wrapped an arm around my waist and walked me back to the tent. When we arrived, some of the crews had started a fire in the fire pit. We sat around and sang songs, told stories, and someone had obtained marshmallows, but no stick to toast them on. It was dumb, but in a way funny. We just passed the package amongst us, eating them straight out of the package. The fire burned low, and the guys started drifting off to their tents. It got quiet as everyone fell asleep. Ken and I were left sitting side by side with just the red embers glowing, an occasional sputter flaring up. The moon rose up into the sky giving us light to see the campsite. We doused the fire, stirred the embers and made our way to the tent.

Ken held the tent flaps open as I knelt down, entered and rolled out our sleeping bags. Ken followed me and tied the tent flaps shut behind him. I started to strip down, folding my clothes neatly and placing them under the bag as a pillow.

"Larry," began Ken, "I owe you an apology. When you joined me last night pulling on my pud, I just assumed you were one of us guys. And then we snuggled and slept together...jeez, I'm really sorry. You must think I'm some kind of dirt bag, right?"

He paused long enough for me to tell him how I felt. "Well, yeah, I did enjoy what we did, beating our meat together and I told you I had never received a ... what did you call it ... a blowjob? Well, Ken, I don't even know the proper words. I guess I'm what you'd call a virgin."

Whew, you sure had me fooled. You suck cock like a pro!" I knew Ken was smiling in the darkness.

"Well, yeah, I had a good teacher!" slipped out of my mouth. What was I thinking?

"Well thanks, I think, but go on. I feel you're not finished yet. What else is bothering you?" Ken crawled over next to me and hugged me with one arm and silently waited for me to continue.

"Well, I'm not an athlete like you, and I've never thought about doing this queer stuff. I don't want to be---I guess they call them gay guys. You know what I'm saying? All my upbringing has been protected, my brother who is five years younger than me, actually eggs me to do it with him at night in bed after the folks are asleep." I fell silent feeling really embarrassed and self-conscious from spilling my story to him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not gay, or queer, or a faggot or any of those other labels you want to put on my actions. You need to know that as an athlete I build up a lot of testosterone and that makes me very irritable and horny. The girls tease and that makes it worse and after a while the five fingers don't bring that much relief. If I didn't have 'sex' with the other guys, I'd be picking a fight with everyone, my parents, my friends, teachers, and not even know I was doing it." I could hear him and feel him breathing deeply.

Ken took a deep breath, let it out and continued, "Larry, we guys who are into sports sort of gather in a testosterone brotherhood. We don't talk about it, it just happens. Once you try it, you find yourself very calm and relaxed and able to concentrate better. The girls don't matter...all their teasing...when another guy is willing to help you get your rocks off and share some great orgasms. Am I making sense to you?"

I turned my face to him, "I think you're just trying to justify your behavior."

"Larry! What about last night? Tell me you didn't feel good, and relaxed, that you didn't fall asleep with my hot body pressed to your backside? I guess I can see why you are so upset, you really hadn't done all that before. I thought you were just making an excuse not to push it to the next level."

"What, there's more?" I gasped and knew my mouth was hanging open.

"Look, strip to your shorts and put your boots back on, grab a towel and your toilet gear, we are going to take a shower. Come on, no excuses." I heard Ken move away and rifle through his pack. He untied the tent flaps and stood outside waiting for me.

"This is crazy. Everyone's asleep, it's late. There's not going to be any hot water." I made my lame excuses, but Ken insisted. I finally decided I was going to find out what Ken was talking about.

We quickly walked to the shower house. I saw that the lights were on and I heard muffled voices, snickers and laughter. Ken told me that after the crews went to bed and the center quieted down, the staff gathers in the showers for some fun.

We entered the dressing area, found a cubicle to put our boots, shorts, and toilet gear into. Ken grabbed his towel and indicated for me to follow him into the shower room.

I stopped dead in my tracks at the entranceway. There were about twelve guys in the showers. A couple of guys were bent over and grasping the shower column for support, and another guy had inserted his engorged penis into his ass. Some guys turned and greeted Ken, asking what candy he had brought with him. As Ken told them who I was, I glanced around the room. Several guys had soaped up their crotches and were fondling their soapy cocks and massaging their ball sack. Three other guys were stroking their love rods as they watched two others fucking. Then near me a good-looking stud was bent over holding his knees and another guy was soaping his ass cheeks and fingering his bunghole.

Ken turned to me and said, "Stay cool, observe and follow my lead." He led me to a corner shower column facing the entire room. I was quivering and my body was becoming hot. I was startled when the shower spray hit me. Ken had soaped up his hands and was massaging and soaping my back. His chin was on my shoulder and he softly whispered, "All these guys are helping each other get off, with pleasure. You watch how they help each other...like I'm going to help you have an orgasm like no other."

I was too stunned to say anything. He was soaping my pecs and abs from behind. I was locked in a soapy embrace. His wet cock was pressed up against my ass cheeks and I had to admit it felt good. His soapy hand slid down to grasp my cock and manipulate my balls. I looked up and saw that quite a few guys were watching Ken and I. "Ken, they're watching what you're doing to me."

"Yeah, Larry, they are. You may not realize it, but you are a good-looking guy and they are enjoying looking at you wiggle in my arms. Shit, they like seeing your six-inch cock standing out from your body, my arms around you, my body pressed to yours. Just keep calm and they'll accept you as a brother."

"I don't know," I said as I noticed two good-looking muscular guys walk toward us "Are those guys coming over to us, what do I say?" I turned in Ken's soapy arms and saw he was grinning. He planted a wet kiss on me. I was startled, pleased, stupefied. I had never been kissed by another guy.

"Hey Ken, where did you say Larry was from. He's a good looking stud!" They were smiling real friendly like. I was recovering from the kiss and stuttering. Ken came to my rescue and said, "Peter, I didn't, but he's from the big city Cleveland. Larry, this is Peter. He's on the medical team here at the base camp. This other hunk is Sam. You need to be careful of him." And he started laughing as Sam threw a punch at him.

"Now don't go spreading rumors. Don't believe everything he says. He can tell you a lot of bullshit, if you know what I mean. Say you look like a swimmer, tall and slim. What team are you on?"

I felt Peter's hand on my shoulder, griping my deltoid and then my bicep. "Yeah, you got a nice slender build, sleek like a swimmer's body. You do swim don't you?"

"No, I'm not that much into sports. We just had a new high school built and they will have a pool, so I have been thinking of joining the team. I swim at the YMCA and have been a lifeguard at camp and the city pool. What sports are you guys into?" I was relieved when Peter dropped his hand and told me his sport was football and weight lifting. Sam was into basketball, and Ken told me he also was into basketball. I explained that was too much running back and forth for me. They both mentioned that I'd make a good basketball player, being as tall as I was. I then told them of my run in with the basketball coach and how he'd set me against all sports.

"Peter what are those guys doing over there?" and I pointed. Ken hit my arm down and gave me a 'don't do that' look. Peter glanced around and said casually, "Getting an enema I believe, you know to clean out his bowels. He's been on a two week trek and is probably all plugged up." Then he turned to me, "You ever had one?" I responded that my mother had given them me when I had a similar problem. Both Sam and Peter smiled. Ken turned so that they couldn't see what he was telling me and he mouthed to me "That's not what he's talking about."

Sam put an arm around Peter and told him, "Let's leave Ken and Larry alone so that they can get their rocks off, I want you to clean out my ass for me, okay?" Peter broke out with an award-winning smile and agreed quite heartily. They walked off to another shower column and proceeded to soap each other and I gawked as their cocks became turgid and hard. Sam wasn't much larger that Ken and I, but Peter had a monster cock.

Sam got down on all fours, his ass stretched wide and ready. Peter knelt behind him and he soaped his large cock, then placed it at Sam's asshole and moved his hips forward. I gasped as I saw the huge member enter Sam. Sam let out a moan, and some of the guys came over to watch. Peter slowly worked his cock deeper into Sam's entrails. Soon his thighs were slapping Sam's ass cheeks and Sam was pushing his ass back onto Peter's cock.

I realized I was standing there, watching, Ken had wrapped his meaty arms around me from behind and I was aware that he was moving his hips against my ass cheeks. His chin on my shoulder, he asked, "You like what you see? Do you think you'd enjoy doing something like that tonight? Look at Sam's face. He's really enjoying that"

We continued to watch as Peter increased the speed and force of his thrusts into Sam's ass. Sweat was appearing on his forehead. The guys watching start voicing a cadence of "Go, go, go, go, go" timed with Peter's thrusts. Peter's hands were pulling Sam's hips into the thrusts. Sam had his eyes closed, and he was mouthing all kinds of swear words,

"Oh, fuck me Pete, plow me, oh, shit, fuck, it feels so fuck, fuck fucking good, harder, give it up to me, I'm coming oh shit I'm coming, Pete oh sweet Peter, yes, yes, yesssss!"

The guys, Ken and I watched and cheered as Sam's cock shot streams of semen onto the shower room floor. Peter's head was thrown back and he was yelling and he thrust deeply into Sam's ass. The guys watching started shooting their cum onto Peter and Sam. The room filled with the smell of man musk.

Ken whispered softly into my ear, "Now they'll all go to bed relaxed, they all got their nut off. Come on, grab your towel and let's get back to camp." I followed like a zombie, my mind going over what I had just witnessed. Did I just see a room full of good looking virile guys, freely and willingly pleasure each other?

We quickly and quietly made our way back to the tent. Ken held the tent flaps open and I bent down and entered. As I did, I felt Kens warm hand on my ass cheek. I laid down and Ken laid next to me. His hand was on my hip and was softly caressing up and down. I reached out in the dark and grasped his swollen pleasure pole. I stroked it gently and then turned it loose.

"Well, what are you thinking? Do we help each other get off? As you know, I sure would love to do it with you. You felt how hard I am, will you help me out?" and he rolled closer to me and I felt his breath, then his lips on mine, and his tongue pushed through my lips and I responded with my tongue against his. His tongue touched the roof of my mouth and I shuddered with pleasure. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of my willing mouth.

Ken's hand was on my chest, his fingers found a nipple and started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The feeling sent a signal to my prick and my brain said, let it go. I was sexually turned on and ken could do anything he wanted to do to me. I was just one hot, quivering, willing subject. The words slid from my mouth, "Show me, tell me what to do!"

Ken slid down toward my thighs, I felt him blow his warm breath onto my Oscar, and was aware of his tongue tracing up and down the shaft. He kissed my tight ball sack, and his lips slid up and down the shaft. He'd come to the glans head and wetly lipped it. Then when my hips started thrusting wanting more, I felt his warm mouth surround my swollen cock. I felt the wet smooth membrane of his throat surround and slide over my sensitive cock head. My hands were pounding down on the bedroll, as spasm of pleasure welled up from my groin and I thrust upward so that he could swallow more.

He somehow knew I was near to shooting my sperm into his willing mouth. He stopped and I felt his tongue lap my scrotum, surrounding my balls and lifting them with his tongue. He went under my ball sack, and licked that area between my balls and asshole.

I was writhing from side to side. Then he raised my legs to his shoulders. He held my calves up so that his tongue was sliding wetly up and down my cheeks, he worked his tongue into the ass crack and lapped across my asshole. I shuddered and moaned my pleasure to him. He lowered my legs to each side of him. I felt his body turn and heard him looking in his knapsack for something.

"Shit Ken you got me so hot, don't stop now. I really need to shot my spunk, I'm really ready." I realized I was grasping his cock in my hand and stroking it.

"I know baby, I'm just getting something that will make it easier." And he spread my legs apart farther, and pressed something on his finger in and around my rosebud. He thrust a finger into me and I moaned, shit it felt so good, so right, so needful. I soon felt him thrust two fingers in and out and every so often he'd hit something inside me that sent a signal to my pecker to pulse. I felt his warm mouth on my cock again. The feeling was so good. I reveled in the feeling of his thrusting fingers in and out of my asshole and his warm sucking mouth on my cock. I had arched my back off the bedroll, thrusting into his mouth.

"Not yet baby, the best is yet to come." He raised my legs upward, my knees on his shoulders and I felt his warm slick cock head at my doorway. "Yeah, that's the way baby, just suck it in, let it slide in and make us happy." I could feel the huge head slid past my sphincter and close down behind it, then his swollen shaft sliding inward over the sensitive membranes of my rectum. I squeezed tightly with my sphincter muscles, moaned my pleasure and heard Ken gasp. "Just relax baby, it feels so good, so nice and tight around me. I know you like it too." He thrust in and then slowly withdrew, then the long slow slide inward. Soon he was slapping against my thighs, just like Peter did to Sam. I was getting my first fucking and it was out of this world. Words aren't enough to describe the feeling of his hard member sliding in and out of my rectum. My anal nerves were on overdrive and I was thrusting my hips to meet his thrust. He let my legs go and bent forward between them. I locked my thighs around his slim hips, just giving him enough room for his hip thrusts. His stomach pressed down against my swollen hard penis rubbing back a forth with his thrusts into me. I soon shot my seed between our bodies, and the slickness added to the sensations.

He pushed up with his arms lifting his chest from mine. He was looking down at me as he gave the final thrust into me and I felt the warm fluids fill my bowels. He lowered himself onto me and his lips met mine and my tongue entered over his lips and explored his mouth and teeth. My arms were around his chest my hands pulling his shoulders closer to me. Ken broke the kiss. "For someone one who's never done this before, you sure knew what to do. Larry you have one fine ass, and I am totally relaxed. I guess you got off as well? You sure made it slippery between us." He was rubbing something over my stomach, wiping off the sperm that had been deposited at the peak of my orgasm.

He cuddled behind me, wrapping an arm over me. I felt the bedroll cover us and was soon feeling warm and relaxed and drifting off to sleep, safely cradled in his arm, his soft breath caressing my neck.

Yes, the story will continue....

My Journey

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