(Note: This is the story of a sexual encounter between teenage boys. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you.)
Cody showed up at my house about 4:00. I had asked him to come by to meet my mom because she insisted on vetting my new friends. I think she wanted to make sure that they didn't have horns, could form full sentences, and smiled politely when appropriate. Cody even wore a shirt for the interrogation, and he smiled and was very polite. He must have passed the test because she told us to have a good time and went back to the kitchen. Of course, Cody's horns were hidden in his jeans, and I did notice a fleeting smile on his face when she said to have a good time. We had different interpretations of "good time". I don't think she meant "get drunk and fuck all night", but that's what we had in mind.
Mom had provided us with some sandwiches, cookies, and apples. We took water. Neither of us liked soft drinks. We had our blankets again. It was warm enough that we didn't need sleeping bags. Furthermore, blankets were easier to clean, and ours would undoubtedly need to be washed again.
We packed everything into our packs with the blankets tied underneath. We wore hiking boots because we were going to walk a couple of miles into the hills to an unofficial camping spot that I knew about.
As soon as we were out of sight of the house, Cody stashed his interview shirt in his pack. I could see that the top button of his jeans was missing. I decided that he had deliberately cut it off. It pays to advertise.
I wanted to imitate Cody, so I unfastened my top button. That dropped my jeans so low that the bush at the end of the faint danger trail was in full sight. The only thing holding up my jeans was was my cock, which I hoped would get hard and add more support before gravity took over.
Cody reached into his pack and handed me a Swiss army knife. He had a definite "I dare you" look in his eyes. I carefully cut the threads, tossed the button into the woods, and handed the knife back to him.
"Sometimes you just gotta commit yourself, Buddy," my mentor said with a grin.
He put his hands on his hips and looked me over. I detected a certain amount of lust in his eyes.
"That missing button look is perfect for you," he continued. "It adds a casual 'fuck me' component to your bogus aura of innocence. I love it."
"I think that's a fancy way of saying I'm a slut," I replied.
"You got the beer?" I asked, deliberately changing the subject.
"Two six-packs," he replied.
"Why did you bring so much? Want me to carry some of it?" I offered.
"I thought you would never ask," he replied with a smile. "And you can never have too much beer. You never know when you might need it."
We hiked in silence for a while. Something was bothering me.
"Won't your parents notice that much beer missing from the refrigerator?" I asked.
"Yeah, we haven't talked about that," he replied. "My mom and I are living with my grandparents. Mom goes through beer pretty fast and doesn't keep close track of it. It isn't hard to pick off a six-pack from time to time and hide it in my room."
There was a note of bitterness in his voice. I decided that I shouldn't have raised the subject, and resolved not to bring it up again, but he had more to say.
"It was nice of your mom to fix us up with food," he observed. "I think grandma would do the same thing for us. I'll ask her next time." Grandma, not Mom. That was significant. We dropped the subject at that point.
Cody was following me up the trail, and he apparently got turned on by what he was watching. He caught up with me and slipped his hand down the back of my jeans, groping around for my asshole.
"What's the matter, you horny bastard," I teased. "Can't you wait until we get to the campsite?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "but I wanted to cop a feel while I had such a great opportunity."
"That's why you wanted that button cut off," I replied. "'Fuck me' look, you say. I better be careful or you'll fuck me in the middle of the trail."
"Well, I was thinking about fucking you right up against that tree there, but I can wait," he admitted. "And the absence of that button does give you a special sex appeal."
As we approached the campsite, I could see that it was already occupied. A blond kid my age, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of red boardshorts, was already there sitting by a campfire.
"There's another spot about a half mile further," I said quietly. "We can go there."
"No, no, no!" Cody replied. "You're gonna get to watch the master at work here. Follow my lead."
"He's probably straight anyway," I suggested.
"Straight or gay, he's gonna be horny," the master said. "And the beer is gonna be useful. Watch and learn."
My shy nature was taking over again. I reached down to fasten the top button on my jeans, but the button was gone.
Cody was laughing. "Can't change your mind now. You look extremely sexy with your jeans about to fall off that hard body. We're going fishing, and you're gonna be the bait."
Blond Boy saw us now, and we had his attention. You could see the lust in his eyes, and I think he was actually drooling.
"Hi, dude," Cody said. "We were gonna camp here, but we'll go on to the next spot, no problem."
"You're welcome to camp here too," Blond Boy said quickly. "There's lots of room."
"Thanks for the offer, dude, but we don't plan to sleep much," Cody replied. Putting on his best grin he continued, "We brought some beer and we're planning on a little fun. We don't wanna disturb you."
"No problem," Blond Boy replied. "There's a great spot right over there near my tent, and you're welcome to share my fire. By the way, my name's Ryan. I'm visiting my uncle and decided to camp out tonight."
"Nice to meet you, Ryan," Cody said. "I'm Cody, and this here is my best friend Buddy."
The label got my attention. Having learned about Cody's sales expertise, "best friend" might be inaccurate, but I wanted to believe otherwise. I couldn't imagine a better best friend.
We took off our packs, spread out our blankets, and removed our boots. Barefoot was always more comfortable. I noticed that Cody made it a point to have his ass pointed in Ryan's direction whenever he bent over so that Ryan could get an optimal view. I worked him with the front side of my "fuck me" look. My jeans were slipping lower as we set things up, and my cock was about ready to pop out. Every now and then I had to pull up my jeans a little so they wouldn't fall off. Between us, there wasn't much left to the imagination.
By the time we were done, I noticed that Ryan had his shirt off. He must have been eating more and wanking less than me, because he was nicely filled out for a kid of fourteen."
The campfire wasn't really necessary because it was a warm day. It was now early in the evening and just beginning to cool off. But campfires always make for great atmosphere, and the three of us sat around it talking. Cody and I positioned ourselves on a log on the opposite side of the fire from Ryan so he could continue to become aroused. We pooled our resources for dinner. We shared our sandwiches and cookies, and Ryan shared the hot dogs he had brought. Ryan's boner was making a tent in his shorts that he kept trying to hide.
"Want a beer, Ryan?" Cody offered. "We brought plenty."
Now I suspect that Ryan, like myself, had never had a beer before, but that certainly didn't stop him.
"Thanks, Cody," he replied. "I'll take you up on that."
We sat around the campfire and enjoyed the beer and companionship.
"Have another beer, Ryan," Cody offered. Cody and I were only about half way through ours, but Ryan's can was empty.
"Thanks, Cody." Ryan was already becoming pretty mellow. I now had a pretty good idea about what Cody had in mind, and I was getting hard thinking about it.
By the time Cody and I had finished our first beer, Ryan was winding up his second and looking at us with obvious desire . He wasn't really intoxicated, but I suspected that his inhibitions had disappeared.
"Buddy and me are gonna go have a little fun," Cody advised. "Feel free to join us."
"Thanks," Ryan responded, but he was uncertain about what that invitation meant.
Trying to be a good understudy, I stretched out on the blanket and unfastened the remaining buttons on my jeans. From the look of approval on Cody's face, I had done the right thing.
"Keep a few things in mind for later, Buddy," he said quietly. We're both gonna score. He's a virgin, and you're gonna get his cherry, but don't cum until I'm hard. After I'm done, be ready as soon as I pull out. Don't cum right now so that you'll be ready when he wants it."
Cody dropped down between my legs on his knees and started giving me head as I reflected on what he had said. We had positioned things so that Ryan had a good view of Cody's ass and I had a good view of Ryan.
Ryan's jaw dropped a mile. He was rubbing his cock, and pretty soon he had it out and was wanking it.
The oral sex was just for show to get Ryan more aroused. Cody moved on to phase two. Paying no attention to Ryan, he pulled off my jeans and his own. Lubing up, he made a show of playing with my asshole for a minute or two, during which I clearly indicated my enjoyment.
By the time Cody penetrated me, Ryan was standing right next to us. No theatrics were required for this part. I was squirming around with pleasure under Cody, trying not to cum.
Just as Cody was blasting inside me, Ryan shot his wad too. I don't know whether it was deliberate or not, but Ryan's boy juice landed on Cody's back.
Cody looked up and grinned. "I'm glad to see you're getting into this, Ryan," he said.
"I never done nothing like this before, " Ryan revealed, "But it looks hot. Would you do it to me too?" Yep, his inhibitions had gone out the window.
"Sure thing," Cody replied. "Just take off your shorts and drop down over here on the blanket. But I just came, so maybe Buddy should fuck you first. He's still hard and I'm not.
"Yeah, but yours is bigger," Ryan observed, "and I want you to do me."
"Tell you what," Cody offered. "I can tell you're such a stud it's gonna take both of us to make you cum. So Buddy will just get you warmed up and then I'll take over."
So, I was going to be the warm-up act and Cody was going to be the main show. At least that was what the program said.
Ryan sat down on the blanket, and for the first time he realized that Cody's boner was bare.
"Did you cum inside Buddy?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," Cody replied.
Ryan thought about this for about ten seconds. "But you won't cum inside me, will you?"
This was starting to sound familiar, and I was smiling a little.
"No, I won't cum inside you if you don't want me too," Cody said.
I noted the slight emphasis on the "I" part of that sentence. Since I was just a small-peckered kid doing the warm-up and hadn't been observed having an orgasm, Ryan may have assumed I wasn't capable of performing that part of the act.
Ryan lay back on the blanket. I was ready to go. I spent lots of time gently getting his asshole ready, giving him time to anticipate what was going to happen next. He was loving it, and he was sufficiently intoxicated and relaxed that when I pulled out my fingers and simultaneously slipped my boner inside, he didn't immediately notice the change. That's the advantage of having a small cock, I guess, although I didn't consider six inches to be that small.
I started probing very slowly, working it in a little further each time. Suddenly Ryan realized that a finger couldn't go in that far, and looked up in surprise.
"You got it in me?" he asked.
"Sure do," I replied with a grin.
"Feels so good." Ryan was lost in a sea of pleasure.
I loved probing around inside this hunk. Soon I had him squirming around with pleasure just like I did when Cody was fucking me. I was doing pretty good for the warm-up act, I thought. I also decided I ought to smooth the way for when I unloaded inside him.
"You comfortable, Ryan?" I asked solicitously.
"Oh yeah!" he replied. "It feels real good."
"You gonna let me cum inside you?" I inquired quietly.
"You're not developed enough to cum yet," Ryan informed me. "You gotta build more muscle and have a bigger dick before you can cum."
"Where did you learn that?" I asked
"I learned it from my buddy Josh," he replied. "He's a pretty smart guy."
"OK," I said. "I guess Josh must be right."
The way was clear. I took my time as instructed. When Cody was ready again, I brought Ryan almost to the peak before I drove it in deep and came hard.
"What the fuck!" Ryan shouted in surprise. "I didn't think you could cum!"
"Wow! That surprised me too. I didn't think I could cum either," I lied.
" But life is full of surprises, I guess. You got to take my first load."
I gave him my best winning smile.
"Well, maybe it's OK since it was your first time too," he said.
I was out, and Cody was in.
"That was cool that you got to take Buddy's first load," Cody said. "I wanted that prize for myself."
Ryan was still trying to resolve all of this in his mind. But with the beer and the fact that he was suffering from the same altered state of mind that I had experienced the day before, he was coming around pretty quickly.
"Yeah, that was cool," he said with a smile. Then as an afterthought he added, "And I guess you might as well cum inside me too. It felt pretty good when Buddy was pushing hard and cumming. Yeah, please do that to me too. I want it."
I was sitting beside them working on getting hard again, and I could hardly keep from laughing. After so totally dissing my sexual capabilities, I figured Ryan deserved every drop of cum I left inside.
Cody went to work giving Ryan more pleasure. I was working on recovering my boner. When Cody came, I was ready.
"Make him cum," Cody whispered.
It wasn't hard to get inside. With that much cum inside Ryan, there was plenty of lubrication. It excited me to realize that I was sliding around in a combination of boy juice from both Cody and myself. Ryan was thinking along the same lines.
"I got cum from both of you in me now," he proudly observed.
He had come a long way on that subject in a short period of time.
"Yep," I replied. You've been initiated into the Cody and Buddy Club."
He smiled, apparently liking that idea. Brain chemistry at work again.
I started working on Cody's instruction. The beer was wearing off a little by now, and Ryan was getting more actively involved in the proceedings. It wasn't too hard to get him to the edge. Then I decided to make the experience even better and keep him there for a while.
"I wanna cum, Buddy, please let me cum!" he pleaded.
I just kept teasing him along near the edge, backing off when he got too close. I kept that up for about five minutes.
"Please Buddy, I just gotta cum before I go out of my mind!"
This was sounding familiar too. Pushing him along for another minute or so, I let him go over the brink.
Ryan came so hard I thought he was having a seizure. He gripped my arms with both hands and thrashed around so much it was difficult to stay inside him and keep probing. By the time he was finished, I was over the edge too, and I unloaded inside him with a groan.
Breathing hard, I looked over at Cody. He was grinning from ear to ear and gave me two thumbs up. I grinned back. I decided that I had passed my bad boy initiation.
Ryan was pretty spent. We had been working him over for nearly an hour. We all put on our pants, and we tossed some more wood on the fire. I sat beside Ryan and rubbed his muscular back companionably as Cody opened another round of beers.
"That was so cool," Ryan's face was beaming. "When you guys said you were gonna have a little fun, you really meant it. Thanks for including me in the fun."
"It was definitely our pleasure," Cody said with his most winning smile.
"Thanks for letting us camp with you."
Cody opened another beer each for me and Ryan, and then another. He handed me the last beer with a big grin. It was a reward for performance, I was sure. Or he was deliberately getting me drunk. Or both.
The moon came up, closely followed by a second moon. I put my arm around Ryan's shoulders.
"Hey Ryan," I said, "How many moons do you see?"
"Two," he replied.
"Me too," I said. "I think we're drunk."
Then we both started laughing and couldn't stop. Ryan and I were smashed.
Ryan and I had our drunken fun for about a half hour while Cody looked on with amusement. I had left all of my buttons unfastened, and Ryan had his hand inside my jeans most of the time. I was enjoying the attention.
"I want to fuck you," Ryan advised me.
"You're too drunk to funk," I responded. " I mean you're too duck to fuck, or something like that."
Then we had another laughing fit. Neither of us was in any shape for any more sex. I was secretly glad about that, because right now I didn't want anyone other than Cody inside me.
Then it was clear that Ryan and I were both going to be sick. With Cody's help, we got over to the edge of the clearing and puked our guts out. Then Cody helped Ryan into his sleeping bag.
Cody and I pulled off our jeans and crawled in between our blankets. I was wasted and ready to sleep. I couldn't have gotten it up if I wanted to.
"You don't think you're finished for the night, do you?" Cody asked.
"It's time for the master to get his payment from his student."
I grinned. "I should have known better than to expect any sleep."
The fucking machine was at it again, but he only fucked me once before he let me go to sleep. As intoxicated as I was, he made me cum. I swear he could make a dead man cum. Then he curled up behind me, put his arm over me, and actually let me sleep for the rest of the night
In the morning, Cody and I ate our apples and started the fire again. Ryan was better prepared for camping than we were. Using his supplies, we had coffee and oatmeal ready for him before we woke him up. He was pretty hungover, but by the time we said goodbye and started home he was functional.
"So what did we learn from the beer experiment," Cody asked as he walked ahead of me down the trail.
"Well, several things," I replied. "We learned that beer is helpful when you wanna score. We learned that one beer is not a problem and may even be helpful in getting it on. We learned that you can get it up nicely with two beers. We learned that more than that is fun but not helpful for sexual activity. We also learned that you're such a stud, you can make me cum when I'm drunk as a skunk."
"Anything else?" he asked, smiling at the compliment.
"Well, I got some good lessons from the master on how to score and how to do tag team fucking."
"One more thing."
"Oh yeah," I said. "You can never have too much beer."
We were silent for a while. Cody seemed to be deep in thought.
"By the way, Buddy..." He paused as if trying to decide whether to continue, something that he seemed to do when he had something serious to say for a change.
"Yeah?"
"I meant it when I said you're my best friend."
I didn't dare say a word. I was glad he was in front of me so that he couldn't see me wiping the tears from my eyes.