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 gay 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.
Copyright 2005 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved, apart from the Nifty copyright. Please, do not repost, or edit.
Naked with Connor -- part 6
It was mid-afternoon by the time we stirred, and got up. And cleaned up, and had lunch.
Yeah. Fucking is -- messy. Glorious, fantastic, worth anything, The Best Sex In The World -- but messy.
That's okay.
Connor -- well, he planned ahead, again; he brought tissues, and biodegradable soap, and a plastic bag to pack it all out. He thinks of everything.
After lunch, after cleaning up, we lay back down -- on a relatively clean part of the blanket -- kind of in each other's arms, touching along our sides; feeling the sun, and shade, and cool breeze on our nude bodies.
And I was horny again. REALLY horny.
Being naked with Connor kind of has that effect on me. But it was more than that -- it was the next step, coming up, that had me all worked up.
"So," I began. Trying to sound casual.
"So?"
"You all set?" I moved against him a little, just getting more comfortable.
"Set to what?"
"Well, to fuck me, of course," I said, trying to make it sound like the most natural thing in the world. I turned my head to face him. "Until I come. Until you come up inside me."
He looked at me; his brown eyes looked into mine, so close. "You want me to?"
Just asking about getting fucked had me incredibly hard. Without saying anything, I reached down and kind of thwacked my dick against my stomach; it bobbed up and down a little, after, as I flexed it.
"I guess you do," he said softly. He reached over and carefully wiped a drop of my precum onto his fingertip, then brought it up to his mouth. "Mmmmmm."
It occurred to me that Connor's got a thing about precum.
"How about," he said, looked into my eyes, "tonight, instead? By the fire, after dinner?" He leaned over and kissed me. "It's getting a little late; and I want time to do it to you right." He stretched a little. "Besides -- I need some time to get some strength back. That was pretty amazing, just now."
"Okay." I kissed him back, gently, working his lips with mine. "If you promise."
"Promise. And I promise to rim you first, too. I just hope I do it half as well as you did to me."
Oooof. Another drip, from my dick; I looked down and saw a strand of it, going from the tip to my stomach, shining in the sun, as my dick quivered.
"Connor -- did you, like, really enjoy it?" I felt shy about asking; but I had to know. "I was afraid about hurting you."
"I know." He kissed me again, wetly. "And yeah, I enjoyed it. It was so, so cool; I wanted you up inside me since that first time I saw you in the showers. I've jacked off a lot, just thinking about it."
Wow. Oh, wow.
"And -- well, it doesn't hurt, not really. Especially not once I got used to you; then it was really incredible. Fantastic." He moved his face in closer to mine, and went on, almost whispering. "You do it really well. Really well. Whichever way I kept moving, you stayed with me, and kept hitting the right spots. Hmmmmm." Another wet, soft kiss. "And then, towards the end, when you really just went after me -- my prostate, I guess. Lord, you have NO idea how that feels. Ohhhhhh . . . " he wriggled a little, then, slipped an arm under my head, pulling me closer to him.
I could see his dick beginning to drool, too.
I turned partways on my side, facing him; and I went in for a longer, deeper kiss. With my free hand, I just roamed his bare body; his smooth chest, his waist, down his bare hips. His balls, drawn up tight and bulging against his body.
I wiped the drops from the tip of his dick, and from my own dick, on my fingers, then began smearing it on his nipples.
"Then I get to -- fuck you again?" I whispered.
Another wet kiss; deep, urgent, long.
"Yeah," he whispered, breaking away. "Yeah. Tonight; just once more, before I do it to you. Please?" His eyes were pleading. He meant it.
"Jesus. Yeah." I hoisted up on an elbow, got partway on top of him. I reached down between his legs and gently rubbed that smooth anus I was going to get into again; and he spread his legs for me, some. I tickled his anus a little, pressured it a little. I couldn't help myself. "Yeah." I really deep kissed him one more time, still playing with that spot, as he moaned into my mouth.
We were WAY too far gone, to stop.
I straddled him, keeping my hand back between his legs, fingers down on his anus as best I could, still teasing. Our boners bounced together as I settled into position, then it was back down to get my mouth onto his, and his hands snaked in between us and grabbed both our cocks --
It was over in no time.
Connor got totally creamed by both our loads; so naturally, after I collapsed on him, he rolled over on top of me, smearing his torso on mine.
And the thing is -- it was over so FAST; we'd really barely touched each other. It was talking about it -- about fucking -- that did it, that got us so close.
I guess we're physically compatible . . .
We took the long way home; down the arm, then closer to the other shore of the lake, threading between a couple of small islands.
They were inviting-looking; rocky, but beautiful, shaded with cottonwoods and pines, and surrounded by incredible views of the hills. Connor said we could explore them the next day.
Maybe it was the fantastic sex we'd been having -- or maybe I was just getting used to it, but it occurred to me, even more strongly than before -- that it felt DIFFERENT. Being nude, I mean.
After all -- it'd been a couple of days, without clothes: I didn't feel NAKED anymore, really. I just felt -- I don't know. Natural. Free; really, really free.
Comfortable too. In warm weather, in and out of the water -- ESPECIALLY if you're going back and forth, in and out of the water -- there's nothing like it. So, so, fucking COMFORTABLE.
I said something like that to Connor. Of course.
"Yeah; that's how it was for Brian and me, that weekend. You kind of forget what clothes are about."
"But it's really kind of more than that," I said to his naked back, as we paddled along. Stroking in rhythm. "I mean -- it's incredibly erotic, being here, like this; I'll remember it for, like, ever." I stopped, to try to figure out how to say it. "But -- looking at you, right now -- I mean, you're really beautiful; but you being naked doesn't feel, like, DIRTY, or lewd, or anything. Just, really, really beautiful. Right now, I think it would be a fucking crime to cover up your body."
Connor turned his head, and gave me a smile that would have melted winter. Then he turned back, put his head back and laughed.
"That's because I've TURNED you! I've turned you into a nudist! A flat-out naturist!" He pronounced it nature' and ist'. "Cool!"
"Huh? What's a nature-ist?"
"It's somebody who really likes being nude outdoors. That's you, dude! And me." He laughed again. "Oh, man, we're going to have FUN, doing naked stuff this summer!"
In spite of coming twice already that afternoon, I swelled up again, some, at the thought.
"Where?" I guess I sounded a little desperate.
"We'll figure out something. Closer to home, I mean; I've got some ideas. You've got a bike, right? Mountain bike?"
"Yeah . . . ?"
"I know where we can go," he said, happily. He glanced back at me, and noticed my dick. "Oh, cool, man! Just like that first time in the showers. I KNEW you'd be into it."
"What are you talking about?"
"That first time. Our eyes just kind of locked on each other, and you looked me up and down, and you began to chub up. Like you're doing now." I could hear the laugh in his voice. "I knew I could turn you, if I had half a chance."
"Chub up? I did not chub up!" I was laughing too.
"Sure you did. I'm an expert on your dick, now; and you definitely chubbed up." He smiled back at me again. "It's okay; I did too. Or weren't you looking?"
"I was probably too busy looking at your butt," I admitted; and Connor splashed me with his paddle, so I splashed him back with mine, and the canoe started rocking pretty dangerously, and we got our stuff a little wet, and it was just tons of fun.
We took another long shower after we got back, washing each other, the way we did before.
But this time, it was a little different. Connor put down the washcloth, soaped up his hands, and began just, well, feeling me, all over. Starting at the top of my head; then down, over my face, my lips -- (I had to spit out a little soap, then) -- down my neck, over my chest. Arms; fingers; my stomach, my butt -- it was getting kind of intense.
I tried to do the same thing to him; he just sort of slapped my hands away, and told me to stand still.
It went on. Carefully, lovingly, over my balls, and my hard dick; but not stroking it, not really. Into my butt, the crack between my cheeks, and I gasped, and wondered if he was going to do it to me right there; but he didn't, he went down my upper thighs, feeling every square inch of me he could, just feeling, exploring, with those soft, soapy hands.
Do you have any idea how weird it feels, to have someone playing with your toes? Or how GOOD it feels, to have someone massage your feet -- (I sat down for this part) -- under a warm spray of shower water?
When it was over, he brought me up to my feet again, and we totally just made out, bodies pressed against each other tight, hands all over our backs and butts, under the warm water.
"What - ?" I began, when we came up for air once.
"Shhhhh . . . " Connor put his finger on my lips, then kissed me. "I just, well, really wanted to do that. Feel you all over, like that. Your whole body." Another peck on the lips. "While I still could."
I understood, with a kind of rush. I wanted to do it, too; I wanted to memorize his body, while I still had such total ACCESS to it . . .
Which made me realize, this was our last night together; which was thoroughly depressing.
All the more reason not to waste time. I poured soap on my hands, and tried to start giving the same treatment to Connor, but he stopped me.
"Later. We're almost out of hot water. Besides, we really need to eat, and get a fire started."
"Are you serious? You expect me to just go eat, after what you just did to me?"
"Uh-huh." He grinned at me, then reached down to pull my hard, leaking dick down a little, then let it go so that it thwacked up against my stomach. "Besides, you need to save that for tonight. For when you fuck me again. And I fuck you." He pressed his naked body against mine again, as he kissed me deep, and I was so on the edge of an orgasm right there, but somehow I didn't come.
Just as well. I needed the strength, later that night . . .
It was dark, by the time we ate, washed up, and settled into our nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fire.
It felt -- different, than the night before. I was less nervous, less on edge, and I think Connor was too.
At the same time, it was LOTS more comfortable. I was getting more used to Connor being skin to skin against me; feeling him under my hands, feeling his hands on me. It was almost to the point that if we weren't touching, I missed him.
Don't get me wrong. It was still erotic as hell, and exciting beyond words. I guess it just felt real now, instead of like a dream.
Well -- maybe it still felt something like a dream. Connor's chest against my back, his hands on me, his lips on my neck . . .
"Connor?"
"Hmmm?"
"I could live like this. All the time, I mean. I really could."
"Could not," he said, into my hair, softly. "You barely ate anything tonight. You'd starve to death."
"Hmmmph. Maybe I'd have to find a different source of protein. Just to help out." I snuggled harder back into his chest, and his groin.
"Different from me, you mean?" His hands were moving differently, now; beginning to brush my nipples, going more into my crotch; his fingertips brushed my balls.
"No way. You taste too good." I craned my neck back, and got a kiss. As I did, his hand really cupped my balls, began gently kneading and rolling them, and his other hand was rubbing my chest more urgently. We broke the kiss.
"Remember your promise?" he whispered.
"You remember yours?" My heart was really going fast. The idea of doing both -- fucking, and getting fucked -- was overwhelming.
"Me first."
So I rolled over on top of him, and we started.
It was better than the first time. Way better. Slower; less tentative. But a lot more intense.
Deeper.
I think we were both better at letting ourselves just let go and enjoy it. If that trend keeps up -- wow. Oh, wow.
Nothing's perfect, of course.
When I was starting to rim him -- pulling his cheeks apart, ready to dive in -- he sort of flinched. I know him well enough, by now, to tell.
So I insisted on doing an inspection for damage. Which he didn't want to do, but then he gave in.
And then I couldn't see anything by the firelight, so I went to get the flashlight. And then I couldn't keep his cheeks apart, AND use the flashlight at the same time.
And Connor got a serious case of the giggles, lying there on the blankets, butt up to me, with me trying to juggle the flashlight and everything. Finally he got up on his knees, stuck his beautiful butt back at me, and I got a good look.
"Well?" His voice was muffled by the blankets.
"I can't really tell. I think everything's okay." I gave a little kiss to his pucker, and he jumped. "It looks different, in the sunlight."
Muffled laughter, from the direction of his head.
"It's just a little -- tender. Not bad. Maybe if you, like, kissed it again, and made it all better - ?"
"Don't. Move." I took advantage of his position; I kissed him again, on that spot I loved so much; then I really lapped at it, with the wide part of my tongue; and -- well. I went crazy, some. All over, again.
Like I said, it was better than the first time.
By the time we both came, we were tangled in the blankets, me partly on my back, partly on my side, Connor impaled on me, his back to my front; both of us panting, crashed, wiped out.
Recommended; the feeling of holding your boyfriend's bare body in your arms, as you spurt into his butt, by firelight, as he moans and groans and unloads all over the both of you.
Highly recommended.
The next chapter is coming soon.
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