This is a GAY story! If you don't want to read gay stories then what are you doing here? GO AWAY. If you like gay stories then you'll like this one.
SIXTEEN
by BoyBlue
Ahhh, 16 that wonderful, crazy, confusing age. The agony and the ecstasy. That time in life when we know all the answers, but aren't quit sure what the questions are yet. Sometimes when I look back on it, I'm not sure if it was real; maybe I've been 35 all my life.
The school I went to was large enough so that people tended to associate with thier own isolated group of friends. It was possible to go through high school and never get to know anyone outside your group. In many ways this worked to my advantage.
Myself, I got along with everyone. I had some friends who were burn- outs and some who were jocks; but mostly they were just regular guys.
At the end of the summer between my sophmore and junior year, a bunch of my closest friends went camping in the woods near town. Now any boy who's been camping with a group of young guys, knows that these campouts ususally turn into pecker contests and jack off sessions. You get the picture. Who can cum the fastest or the slowest; who's is the longest, shortest, or fattest, etc.
This trip was no different. There's something about the isolation and freedom of camping in the woods that makes a young boy's inhibitions fall while his cock rises to the occassion.
We started jacking off in every conceivable position and combination you can imagine. In a circle, in a row, standing, sitting, bending, do it yourself or do it for a friend.
Most of the antics were choreographed by Jimmy. Jimmy was an average size guy with shoulder length black hair. He had these broad shoulders and tiny ass, and he always wore these incredibly tight pants that showed a good size bulge in the crotch.
We finally ended up laying down in a circle. Everyone had his head near the other guys crotch and we were slowly stroking each other. Things had settled down a bit, but there was still as lot of giggling and teasing.
I had my head by Jimmy's crotch, and was stroking his cock. When it was soft, Jimmy appeared to have a massive cock; but it didn't get much bigger when it was hard. It was about 6 or 6 1/2 inches and pretty big around, and he had a good size pair of balls. Laughing, Jimmy said to me; " Steve, suck my cock while your down there". Everyone laughed. I said, " Hey, you don't think I'll do it do you? " " Go ahead" Jimmy said, " I dare you." So feeling the uninhibited craziness of the moment, I slide up a little and started sucking and licking on the head of Jimmy's cock like it was a lollipop. Everyone started laughing and saying how gross it was, but they all kept on stroking and looking.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one other guy start sucking his partner. But I was becoming so intent on sucking Jimmy's cock that I didn't have time to watch everyone else. Up until now we had all cum 3 or 4 times; but it was just jack off, cum and your hard again in two minutes. Now, I was hearing Jimmy grunting and groaning, and moaning. While Jimmy and I were caught up in our own little play; the rest of the circle had broken up. We were now surrounded by hot young guys on there knees stroking themselves while they watched me devour Jimmy's cock. I licked and slurped and sucked on the end, the bottom, the sides, the front, the back, and every place a cock can be sucked. By now Jimmy's grunts and groans were growing louder as were the groans of the boys surrounding us. Jimmy sat up about half way and started gently stroking the sides of my face and running his fingers through my hair as I sucked and licked the side of his cock. Gently, he lifted my head and put my mouth down over the end of his cock. I started stroking it with my mouth as fast as I could. By now his groans were so loud you could hear them echoing in the woods; or so I was told. Suddenly, Jimmy let out one last loud groan and I felt the hot cum shooting out. I swallowed and sucked and swollowed and sucked as fast as I could. Then Jimmy fell back and laid there groaning while I slowly sucked and stroked out every drop.
Mean while, the group of guy's around us had reached fever pitch. We were surrounded by a mass of moaning bodies and throbbing cocks. As I slipped Jimmy's cock out of my mouth and lay there stroking it; it started raining cum. The group around us was like a pack of wild animals; growling, groaning, stroking, and cumming and cumming and cumming until they all collapsed in a heap around us.
Jimmy and I were saturated with cum; it felt like they dumped 5 gallons of the stuff on us. After about a half an hour of laying there moaning and trying to recover; Jimmy sat up. I was still laying there between his legs with my head resting by his cock. Softly, Jimmy said ;" Hey Steve, let's go for a swim in the creek." " Yeh" I said, " let's try and get some of this stuff off of us."
While we stood in the shallow creek; Jimmy moved over to me, put his arm over my shoulder and said, " Hey pal, thanks; that was great." I felt his hand start to stroking my cock. My mind started to wander back to what had just happened. I didn't actually see it, but in my mind I could picture it. By now Jimmy was vigorously stroking my cock. He moved around behind me to get a firmer grip on me and my cock. His body was still covered with cum and felt slippery against my back. He held me hard against his body and I could feel the side of his half hard cock pressing against the crack of my ass. My mind was reeling; reliving the scene of me sucking Jimmy's cock while surounded by four guys stroking themselves. My breathing became heavier until with one last stuttered breath, I started to cum. As I came, Jimmy held me tighter around the waist. So tight that he almost lifted me off the ground. As he held me I felt his hard cock pop up between my legs from behind. He caught my cum in his hand and rubbed it all over my cock which caused me to cum even more. After a minute or so, I went limp in his arms. He slowly loosened his grip on my body and as I slid down a bit; I felt his rock hard cock pressing deep into the crack of my ass. The he lowered me down into the creek and leaned me up against a rock. I sat there slightly dazed as Jimmy washed the cum residue from my body. After we were cleaned up and rested, we walked back to the camp. Everyone was in their sleeping bags. Jimmy and I crawled into our bag without saying a word and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning everyone was in a good mood as we packed up; but it seemed more quiet than usual. I think for most of these guys, it was the first time they had ever had a real earth shaking orgasm. I know I felt the earth move a couple times that night.
Three weeks later school started. I hadn't given much thought to the camping trip since it happened. I guess I knew it was in the back of my mind, but I was so distracted by school starting that I didn't have time to think about it.
Somehow during the next few months, each one of the guys who had been on the camping trip had arranged a time when we could be alone. Somehow they all managed to talk me into giving them a blow job. I really didn't have any desire to do it, but I really didn't resist either. I guess each time I did it, I sort of hoped I would find the answer. Like maybe afterwords there would be some kind of revelation. I wondered; is this real, is this really me, or is this just some innocent adolesent jackoff session? But there didn't seem to be any profound revelations.
At school, I started to get some strange looks from some of the guys. Nothing obvious, more like sly knowing smiles as we passed in the hallways. Sometimes I chalked it up to being paranoid; other times I was sure they knew. Fortunately, I had a pretty good group of friends, and I knew none of them would put me in any danger by telling the wrong people. It was a little embarassing though, thinking that maybe some of the guys who weren't on the camping trip knew about me.
One day as I started walking home from school, Mark came running up beside me. When he caught up, he slowed to a walk and said; "Hey Steve, how's it going?" Now Mark and I had hung around together before, and even though I considered him a friend, he wasn't one of my closest friends.
Mark was a good looking guy. A classic muscle, blond, surfer jock. He was about 5' 9", 165 lbs., blond with light blue eyes. He was solid muscle and perfectly proportioned; with a tight round ass, broad shoulders, and a bulge that continually strained the front of his jeans. Mark was a jock, but he wasn't into the aggressive sports. He was one of the top runners in track and co-captain of the swim team. Man, picture this guy strutting around in a pair of undersized Speedo's. He was so hot; I don't know why the water didn't turn to steam when he jumped in.
"So, I haven't seen much of you since school started. How was your summer?", Mark said as we walked. Somehow, I knew where this was all leading, and I was getting tired of putting out and not getting anything back.
"Fine" , I said indifferently.
"So, ah, did you guys go camping this summer? Hey, didn't we have some great times when we went camping together?", Mark asked witha big grin on his face. It seemed even more obvious where Mark was heading, since the only two times he went camping with us were also big jackoff sessions.
"Yeh," I said without even looking at him.
He was quiet for a few seconds, then he grabbed my arm; "Steve, I ah ...".
"Look", I interrupted; " Let's get right to it. What do you want?"
Mark was looking a little frustrated. " Hey Steve, look I'm not sure how to say this. I guess we all have a list of desires, fantasies. Something from a list of things we want to do in our lifetime. Some wild thing that will let us feel like we've done it all. Like we've lived it to the limit."
I really had no desire to help this guy live out his fantasies no matter how much of a fox he was; but I was kind of curious to find out what they were. " So let's have it. Stop wasting my time." I said.
Mark started trying to say it, fumbling for words; " Well, I ...I ah always ... ah.... ".
" Just say it! " I said raising my voice.
" Alright look," he said, " I heard about your last camping trip; and I thought ... well ... we've been pretty good friends and you know you can trust me ... and ... " .
" So what's the fantasy?", Iasked.
Mark became excited now. " I always wanted to make it with a guy. You know fuck a guy. I read about it in a book. You know, a book of stories about gays."
When he said the word 'gays', my head snapped to the side and I looked him right in the eyes. I don't know if it was anger or just shock, but it was the first time anyone had used that word in a conversation involving me. Mark hesitated, unsure of how to interpret my reaction, then became excited again. " Look it told how to do it in the book. It explained everything. You know, I mean it probably won't hurt or anything."
A plan was starting to form in head. " What's in it for me," I said. "What about when it's over, where does that leave me. What happens then?"
Marks face went blank, like he was searching his mind for the answer. " I'm not sure ... I don't know. I mean it's not like we're in love or anything. I don't know, I'm not sure what you mean."
It didn't matter what he said, I had already decided. " Ok Mark, Thursday afternoon after school about 4:30. Everyone in my family is going over to a friends house for a barbecue; they usually don't make it back home til 8:30 or 9:00. Be over at my place."
Mark first look shocked, then smiled. " Alright man, great! I'll be there. Anything you say." Mark shook my hand and patted my back; then started running back toward the school.
As I walked home, the gears in my head were busy turning; plotting out my own little fantasy.
Thursday about 4:45, the doorbell rang. I answered the door and found Mark standing there grinning from ear to ear; and carrying a small paper bag. " Come on in. Let's go downstairs to the rec. room." I said as I lead him to the basement. " So how do we go about this. What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Let's take off our cloths," he said; " Are you sure no one will come home?"
"It's Ok" I said, as I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my shirt. As soon as we were undressed, Mark pulled a bottle of suntan oil out of his sack and started to rub it on his cock. " If we use this it will be Ok. It won't hurt. Thats what it said to do in the book." I wondered about this mysterious book and hoped it was right.
As Mark rubbed and stroked his cock, It grew bigger and harder. When we had been camping together we were a few years younger, and the only other times I had seen Marks cock was in the locker room. When it was soft, it was maybe 3 inches and nice; but nothing impressive. As I saw it now, it was about 7 1/2 inches and fortunately not to big around.
"Why don't you just lean over and put your hands on the arm of the sofa. I think that will work." Mark said as he lead me over to the sofa. " Hey man, please take it easy. I've never done this before." I said. " Yeh, yeh, I know. It said that in the book, too. Go slow at first." Mark assured me.
Mark started rubbing the head of his cock against my ass, telling me to relax. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax;, as I did I felt the head of Marks cock penetrate my ass. It hurt, and I groaned a little. " Oh, yeh! Push, push, you know like your trying to shit it out", Mark told me. As I pushed, my ass must have loosened up; because I felt Marks cock slide in a few more inches. This only made my ass tighten up again. " Wait, wait", I said " I know what to do. Take it out. Take it out." Mark slowly slipped his cock out. " Lay on you back on the sofa, and I'll get on top." I said.
Mark laid down , and I squatted over him, and slowly lowered my ass on his cock. This worked better, at least I had some control. With a lot of concentration and a few deep breaths, I was able to start slowly stroking Marks cock with my ass. After a few minutes, Mark asked to try a different position. I slide my ass off of Marks cock and got on my hand and knees at the end of the sofa. Mark got on his knees behind me and slipped his cock in with one long stroke. It was still uncomfortable, but it was getting easier. We humped this way for a while, but I wanted to see Mark fucking me; so I turned over on to my back with my leg in the air and Mark resumed his fucking. A couple of minutes later, Marks face turned bright red and his breathing got heavier. He started humping faster. Then I could feel his cock starting to throb and see the spasms shaking his body. Gradually, his humping slowed. Finally, he slumped forward resting on his hands. Now, just taking a few short strokes as if to savor the last few sensations. In a short time, his cock must have gone soft, because it slipped out of my ass. Mark sat back on the sofa and laid there looking exhausted. I got up and went into the bathroon and took a quick shower. When I came out drying myself off, I told Mark there was a clean towel if he wanted to shower, too. When Mark came out of the shower, he didn't say anything to me. He didn't even look at me; he just started getting dressed. I finished dressing and showed him to the door. As he walked out, he turned and half smiling; he said, " See you in school tomorrow, thanks." He turned again and left.
So far my plan was working just fine. If the next phase worked I would finally get my satisfaction.
The next day after school, I met Mark on the school steps. " Say Mark, My whole family is going out of town to visit my grandmother this weekend. Why don't you stop over on Saturday afternoon and we can play around in the rec. room."
Mark looked around to see if anyone was listening. " Ok sure", he said. He wasn't smiling. In fact, I hadn't seen him smile all day. He seemed to have something on his mind. He said 'yes' though and that's all I cared about. " Just go in the back door when you get there. I'll be waiting for you down stairs. About 2 o'clock, Ok." I said as I walked away.
Saturday afternoon I was a nervous wreck waiting for him to arrive. I finally heard him come in the back door. As he came down the stairs, I got up and walked to the center of the room. He walked toward me, and tried to force a smile; then with a confused look in his face, he asked "What's up man? What's going on?".
I reached into my shirt pocket, pulled out a photo and let it drop to the floor. Oh by the way, did I tell you that my father was an Electronics Engineer whose favorite pastime was photograghy. You know tons of equipment; his own darkroom. You get the picture.
The photogragh fell on the floor face up. Mark picked it up and look at it. It was a picture of Mark fucking me. You could see him plain as day, but you couldn't quite make out who I was. "What's going on? What do you want?" Mark asked.
I looked at him and smiled, " You had your fun, now it's my turn. I want you. I want you for a day. Just think what would happen if one of these photo's was found in the hallway at school. Say the hallway to the girls lockerroom, or maybe the boys lockerroom. What do I want? I want you to do to me and with me and for me whatever I say for a day."
Marks expression didn't change. He started to walk toward me. Oh no, I thought; he's going to kill me. He's going to pound me into little pieces. Mark moved up until our faces were an inch apart. I saw him look me over. Looking at my face, my shoulders, my chest. He slowly brought his hand up to my shoulders and started to stroke them lightly. As he brought his face even closer and I wondered if he was going to kiss me. He moved his head to the sided and our cheeks lightly brushed as he moved his face down to my neck. He paused there as if he were thinking. I felt his fiery breath on my neck. He slowly moved his head so we were facing each other again, our lips almost touching. Then his head moved down the other side of my face to my neck and he softly pressed his lips to neck. Again he moved so our faces were together, lips just touching this time; not a kiss, but a gentle soft tickling touch. Somehow I expected more resistance, but I wasn't going to argue.
Mark stepped back slightly, and started to unbuttom my shirt. When the buttons were undone, he slipped his hands in along my sides and pulled the shirt tails from my jeans. He slowly caressed my back and sides. Then brushing his hands lightly up my abdomen, over my chest and across my shoulders; he pushed my shirt off. I shivered as the cool cotton shirt slide off my back.
Mark moved behind me. He stood close, and reach around putting his hands into my jeans down to the pubic hair. His lips pressed against my neck and shoulders, and gently brushed my hair. He withdrew his hands, and unsnapped and unzipped my pants. Gently, he gave my cock and balls a squeeze. I felt his lips kissing my neck and shoulders; accompanied by his fiery breath, they moved down my back toward my ass. Reaching the waist band of my jeans, he paused to pull them dowm below my butt. Then his lips pressed firmly against my buns. He stood up and guided me to the sofa and sat me down. He knelt and started rubbing his face against my cock and balls through my underwear. Mark moved back and started removing my jeans. Not just pulling them off, but ever so slowly sliding them down; letting the cloth caress my legs as it moved. After removing my jeans, Mark started at my knees; his mouth lightly touching the hair on my legs. His breath blowing softly. As he slowly moved his head closer to my crotch, my whole body was quivering. When his lips finally reached my cock, he again started rubbing his face against it through my underwear.
My cock was approaching full hardness by now, and the tip of it was sticking out above the waist band of my shorts. Mark worked his mouth closer to the end of my exposed cock. When he got there, he hesitated for a second. Clear semen was oozing out. He stared at it, then touched it with the tip of his tongue. Mark started spreading the semen around the end of my cock with his tongue, then he put his lips down on it. Just pressing at first, then his lips parted and he started sucking on the end. By now my body was burning with passion. I reached down and pushed down my underwear letting my cock spring free. Mark grabbed it with his hand and started licking it at the base. He licked his way to the top and this time he let the whole head enter his mouth. He sucked on it briefly, and stopped to pull my underwear the rest of the way off. Again he started licking up my cock from the base to the head. This time he let about 2 inches into his mouth. Now he started stroking my cock with his mouth, letting more in with each stroke.
By this time I was only semi-conscious. I was breathing so heavy I was starting to hyperventilate. Suddenly, a wave of ecstacy surged through my body; followed by wave after wave as I blasted my hot cum into Marks eagerly waiting mouth. As the waves subsided, I was only vaguely aware of Mark still on my cock savouring the last few drops of cum.
I felt him move me so I was laying down. When I finally came out of my daze, Mark was lying naked beside me. One arm around my neck, my head on his shoulder, and his other hand on my cock. Sensing that I was fully awake again; Mark started softly kissing my face and neck while he stroked my cock. When my cock started getting hard again, Mark took the bottle of suntan oil and started rubbing oil on it. When he had completely covered my cock with oil; he moved to the other end of the couch.
He lay there on his back with his legs raise, holding his knees and smiling at me. God, the sight of him was so intense it was like staring into the sun. So overwhelming; so inviting. His tight tan body with every muscle rippling, the sly smile on his face, blond hair and eyes that were like blue lazers. I moved up closer, lifted his hips and pressed my cock against his ass. To my suprise, it slipped right in. The smile on Marks face only grew bigger. I started humping slowly at first; but I couldn't contain myself. In no time I was humping like a wild man. When I finally cum, it was like an atomic bomb going off. The orgasms slammed through my body like shock waves.
Through the rest of the day and on into the night; Mark and I fucked, sucked, showered, played, and laid in each other arms. During the rest of the school year, Mark and I were continual friends and lovers. I discovered that the mysterious gay book that Mark had referred to on our first encounter, was really a stack of gay porno magazines. He also had a few sexual toys, which explained how he was able to take my cock with no discomfort.
The following summer something wonderful happened. Mark and I discovered a whole gay subculture, bigger than we had ever imagined. Even though we now had many other sexual partners, we still remained constant lovers. After an incredible Senior year, Mark and I went to the State University together. There even bigger worlds opened up to us. We gradually drifted apart. Each pursuing his own path in life. We were still occassional lovers and forever friend.
Though I haven't seen Mark for many years, He is still very close to me. I can still see his bright blue eyes, feel his hard bronze body next to mine, and feel the warmth of his loving heart.