Dedicated with affection to dudesweet (dude sweet at hot mail dot com), whom I hope is living something like this story right now; and josh (btomandback@hotmail.com), whose work has moved me, (and who deserves to be published!) I highly recommend their stories.
No real disclaimers, except that this is fiction -- with some real experiences occasionally woven in. The characters are composites, although somewhat based on several real high school classmates of mine. No names, but more on that at the end of the series.
I won't urge underage boys to avoid this site, or avoid this behavior. I think boys should have lots of sex, as often as possible -- as long as it's safe and healthy. Physically, and emotionally. That's important. And I think gay boys should have boyfriends, whenever they can.
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Naked with Connor -- part 2
I don't know how I made it to Memorial Day.
When I get into a major hormone rush, I do some fairly stupid things. Like walking into doors, and losing things, and forgetting to eat. Especially forgetting to eat; my stomach gets full of butterflies.
I know, because it happened to me twice before. First, in ninth grade, when I was new to our high school. I walked into the wrong classroom by mistake, and discovered two boys kissing. Major kissing; as in, hands inside each others' shirts, faces glued to each other.
They'd jumped apart like they'd had an electric shock; I apologized about a dozen times, and left in a hurry.
But -- just seeing them, two real, live, cute boys kissing, knowing it could really happen --
I was in a daze for more than a week, over that one. Jacking off majorly. A lot.
I never could be sure who the boys were, afterwards; older, I was sure, but I didn't get that good a look at them -- but I always wondered . . .
Looking back, I'm really grateful to them. I don't know if I would have had the courage to get together with Connor, otherwise.
The second hormone rush was Connor, of course. Duh. After the whole coming-out-by- computer thing, I was a wreck for -- well, I don't know; some ways, I still am. I was acting really stupid, a long time.
But this whole weekend at the lake plan had me totally worked up.
It didn't help much, that Connor and I could barely get together alone, in the week and a half before the trip. We had one really quick make-out session in my room, when we were "studying" together. Fully clothed. Hands in each others' pants -- but fully clothed; my little sisters Zoe and Meg were home. I don't think they know the meaning of "privacy".
Connor's little brother Dylan was worse. He thought it was funny to surprise us, when we were at his house. I was surprised Connor ever got a chance to jack off, at night.
Memorial Day weekend crawled closer.
My mom and dad were fine with me going, of course. They knew Connor pretty well by now; and he's so nice, and mature, and such a good student -- all right, I'm maybe a little biased -- anyway, they were fine with the idea.
They might have been a little less fine with it, if they'd known the truth. "Mom? Dad? Can I go to the lake with Connor, so we can spend some quality time fucking each other? Deep? Oh, and I promised to rim him, too. I'm really looking forward to that part."
Probably wouldn't have worked out.
The Day arrived.
I didn't really sleep, the night before; I was up early, and packed before anyone else was awake.
I didn't feel like eating, but I made myself a bowl of cereal, and actually had part of it. Mostly so I could leave the bowl in the sink, and my parents wouldn't worry so much.
My mom and dad came down early, a few minutes before Connor's family's green Cherokee pulled up to our curb; they (my parents, I mean) were obviously there to fuss, and make sure I had my sleeping bag and sunscreen and food and all that stuff.
My mom even asked if I remembered my swim trunks, and I had to lie and say "yes". It gave me a shiver.
Connor and Brian helped load my stuff, and then, like that, we were on our way.
The trip going up to the lake is a little bit of a blur to me.
Connor was in the front seat, next to Brian; it was probably just as well, I wouldn't have been very good at conversation just then. I spent the time looking at Connor's beautiful profile, as he talked to his brother. They both talked to me, some; Brian was really cool, making a special effort to ask me questions, work me into the conversation, and I found myself really warming up to him. And wondering if I could be as good a big brother to my little sisters, someday.
After a long time driving into the hills we turned off on a side road, then another side road, then a dirt road, and I was really lost -- and then we came to a barbed wire fence with "No Trespassing" signs hung on it, and a wooden gate. Brian got out of the car, unlocked a big padlock, and moved the gate aside; we drove in.
"You weren't kidding about this place being private, were you?" I asked.
"He didn't tell you?" Brian had climbed back in, after locking the gate.
"Not exactly," said Connor.
"We kind of own it. The lake, I mean," Brian said.
"You guys OWN it?" I didn't think Connor's family was so rich.
"The family does. The whole family; our grandparents, uncles, aunts -- there's a trust." He paused a second, to get around a really tight curve. "It's also a wildlife refuge; but the state biologists have to get permission to come it."
"Cool," I said. Totally private, I was thinking. For at least the fifth time of the trip, I was hard again.
The road twisted around a hill, and there we were; at the cabin, and the lake.
It was incredible.
Their lake isn't huge; I guess; but so, so blue, with hills spilling down right to the edge, and rocks along the shore, and even a couple of little islands off in the distance. It didn't seem really wide, but it stretched out quite a ways, mostly off to the right.
The cabin -- well. It's a cabin; you know?
Actually, I found out, it's really comfortable, as cabins go. Old; but well built, and clean. It has a bedroom and a front room, with a fireplace, and a sofa; it's even got a hot shower and regular flush plumbing, although the shower is outdoors in a kind of open wooden box.
I thought it looked like heaven.
Brian helped us unload the sleeping bags, and pillows and blankets and food and stuff, and load it all into the front room; turns out, Connor and his brothers always sleep there; it's probably more comfortable, anyway, he said.
It still looked like heaven to me.
Finally, Brian turned on the propane for the hot water; and then, it was time for him to go.
We were all outside, by the Cherokee, and I was still shading my eyes and swiveling my head around, trying to see the lake, so I almost missed it, when Brian took Connor a little bit aside, and started talking to him, face to face, really seriously.
I thought I heard Brian say something about "safe", and "certain". Connor was facing away from me, so I couldn't hear what he said back; so I went on scanning the lake.
And then, we waved goodbye, and Brian told us to try not to get drowned, and he'd be back Monday late afternoon, and Connor and I were alone, watching the dust kicked up by the Cherokee's tires float down in the sunlight and silence.
And all of a sudden -- we were shy with each other.
So what did you expect? We'd tear each other's clothes off, and start doing it in the middle of the dirt road?
Well -- it didn't work out like that. Not with us, anyway.
I mean -- it was our first real time alone with each other; except for here and there, looking over our shoulders.
For the first time -- we didn't have that time pressure. And for the first time, it was about MORE than just the time pressure. It was about us; how we felt about each other, how we fit together. How we were going to be, as boyfriends.
It was a little scary. But a really nice scary.
Plus -- like I said -- Connor gets a little shy, in person.
"This is so cool," I said, after a couple of heartbeats, waving my hand at everything; the lake, the cabin. Him; though I didn't make it obvious.
"Yeah," he said, doing that shy boy thing that gets to me.
"So," I said, looking-around-not-at-Connor. "What do you feel like doing? Maybe, like, showing me around?"
"I think maybe we should go for a swim," he said, then leaned in really quick and brushed his lips against mine. Then he kind of trotted inside, and I followed him. Hard as anything, of course.
We skinned off our clothes in the corner of the front room by our bags, me taking care not to break off my thing, which was almost beginning to hurt; as I stepped out of my jeans, the head of my dick brushed Connor's bare butt, as he bent over. "Ahhh - !!" I yelped.
Connor focused down on my dick really intently, and I saw him start to reach for it, then stop. He tapped me lightly on my butt, said "Come on!", and trotted back out, and down the little pier that jutted out into the water.
Watching him from behind, as he went, all covered in sun and beautifully, beautifully bare -- well, it made me throb harder . . .
Connor ran the last few feet and dove right in; I followed.
"Ahhhhhh - !!" I yelled again, for a different reason, when I came up. "It's fucking COLD!"
"Is not!" Connor grinned. "The school pool in January is worse!"
"Maybe," I said. "But Jesus, it's still cold!"
"We'll go exploring the shallower places; they get lots warmer." He looked at me, treading water. "So -- like it? So far, I mean?"
"You mean, skinnydipping? Swimming nuuuude?" I drawled it out, lasciviously. I took a few strokes, then went back to treading water, thinking about it. "Wow!", I said, more seriously. "Wow!! This is really cool! It's -- really comfortable!" I did the breast stroke for a few seconds, then a crawl, then came back up. "Jesus!"
It really DID feel incredible. Free, cool, - wow. Hard to describe; but really good. Maybe, like the difference between taking a real shower, and showering with your swim suit on. Better.
"Wait `til we get out and lie out in the sun; you've never felt anything like it. Speaking of which -- shoot." He paddled over to the ladder on the pier, and started up.
"What?"
"Sunscreen. And towels. We don't want to get burned, especially the first day."
Which reminded me we had all weekend -- like this, no clothes -- and, well, it was kind of too cold to be really hard in the water, but as I climbed up after him -- boing. Rock hard and curving up.
We mostly put sunscreen on ourselves, except for doing each other's backs; I was still kind of feeling my way with Connor, and I think he was with me. I didn't want to be, like, grabby. Uncool.
But he was as hard as I was. I looked. A lot. And he looked at me.
Then we did each other's face. That was way, way intimate. After I did him, I leaned in and kissed him, lightly, just a little wetly, then pulled back; he kissed me back, quickly and harder, and turned to dive in.
We left the towels on the pier, and started swimming along the shore, in the shallows.
I was totally overwhelmed by the beauty of the lake, by the beauty of Connor's body, by the feelings and sensations.
We went in and out of the water; climbing out and walking, single file, over huge, smooth boulders at the water's edge; then wading back in, swimming around a point, back into another shallow cove, then back out of the water again to walk for a ways.
The sun was warm, whenever we came out; with a cool breeze to keep us from sweating too much.
Feeling all this, all over my body, being totally free in the water, on the shore, in the air -- well. I can't describe it with any justice, but if you haven't tried it, - well. If you haven't tried it, I feel sorry for you . . .
Connor was the best part of it, of course.
We swam along, walked and climbed along, further and further along the shore, out of sight of the cabin, now; looking at each other, talking, Connor pointing things out to me, then looking at each other again, and it struck me that Connor just didn't realize how incredibly, blindingly beautiful he was.
And then I saw how he looked at me; all over. Butterflies again.
After a time, we swam into a small bay with what looked like a kind of lawn at the end; we hauled out and went to rest for a minute.
It WAS almost like a lawn; soft grass, but not marshy. I sat up, arms around my knees, still amazed by this whole experience.
"Connor, I don't remember -- "
Connor sat down next to me; touching side by side, shoulders to hips, almost pressing, and I stopped talking, and he turned to look at me, and I realized he'd planned on this spot, for the two of us, from the beginning, and I got this huge rush --
How do you describe it?
The way two people go together, I mean. Two boys, both having real sex -- real lovemaking -- for the first time ever. With each other.
I remember the feelings; God, do I remember how I felt, how nervous I was, how happy, how caring, how fucking GRATEFUL to him I was -- and everything, but everything we did --
I can't even begin to get it right. The way it really was.
But I'll try.
My arms were around him in about a second, of course; and our mouths were pressed together, wetly. Feeling his lips with my lips; the miracle of his tongue on my lips, then breaking away to lick his smooth neck, under his jawline --
We pulled each other down, wrapping our arms and legs around each other, pressing and rubbing our bodies together. I rolled over on top of him, pressing against him, mouth to toes, gasping at the feelings; then kept going, pulling him over on top of me.
It was the single best moment of my life, up to then.
You know -- I've seen some porno clips on the Internet, like anybody else my age. I didn't know what I'd been expecting; but this -- this was nothing like those clips. It was so, so infinitely better . . .
First off -- the feeling. I mean, feeling Connor's body on mine, the smoothness and warmth of him; his skin was so wickedly soft, but with the muscles and bone underneath, and MOVING, and alive, the way he moved on me and against me -- it was like we were trying to crawl inside each other, we just couldn't get enough of each other's nude bodies, but we kept trying --
And then there are the other unexpected things; like taste. The taste of his wet mouth on mine, - (it's wet, and smooth; not particularly warm, kind of warm/cool -- but totally wonderful,) - then the different taste of the skin of his face, his cheek, his neck, as I licked and kissed him all over.
And the smell of his breath, as we made out; I don't know how to describe it, except that it's Connor, and totally distinctive, and totally wonderful. Sweet.
We kept rolling and rubbing, hands everywhere, moaning. I wanted more.
"Connor! Roll over on your stomach for a second," I whispered. "Please!" He flipped over and I mounted him, my front to his back, chest pressing against him, and I reached down and laid my dick along the crack of his beautiful butt that I'd wanted so long. I began to rub and hump myself down there, and Connor opened his legs a little to give me more room.
"Errrgghh", I moaned; but I had to stop, my dick, my balls, my whole crotch was so inflamed, so sensitive, another stroke and I would have spermed my brains out the end of my dick.
"MMMmmmmm", Connor moaned, then whispered, "Why did you stop?"
"I almost came."
"So? That feels incredible! Don't stop!!"
"I want to do it together." I pushed up off him, and moved back a little; so my face was over his butt. I could see the trails of pre-cum my leaking dick had left; so I licked them up, then, propping myself up on one elbow, I spread his beautiful butt cheeks, ready to move in with my lips, and my tongue -- I pressed my face in, and oh GOD it was so incredible --
"No!" whispered Connor. He half-rolled over on his side. "You do that to me, I'll come right now. Here!" He pulled us front to front again, on our sides, took my face in his hands, put his wet mouth on mine again, and our fronts against each other, and we rubbed and squirmed together and I spermed all over him and me, and as I was orgasming and pulsing, he pulled his face away a second, looked down, and gasped, and pulled us in tight again, rubbing his dick in my sperm, and then he was sperming too, making whimpering noises that made me keep pulsing and pulsing and pulsing . . .
And then, there we were; naked, wet with each other's cum, pressed to each other, still breathing hard --
And THAT is what pornography doesn't show. The absolute, shattering intimacy of sex; the enormous rush of actually sharing an orgasm, of helping somebody else REACH orgasm, of the whole unselfishness of it all. Of actually cumming, without using your own hands.
Not to mention the rush of doing it all with someone you really, really cared about. A lot.
We stayed cuddled together, and that as almost as incredible as the orgasm.
"Wow," whispered Connor, after a long time. He nuzzled underneath my ear.
"Yeah." I ran my hand down his bare side. "Thank you."
"It's a start."
I grinned. "I should be mad at you; I was all set to - well, you know." I think I actually blushed, what was pretty funny, considering the circumstances. "Rim you," I whispered, into his ear.
"Oooohhhh," he moaned back.
The next chapter is coming soon.
Thanks for reading.