Part 10 - The Summer Knows
(Note: While partly autobiographical, this ongoing story is a synthesis of experiences that occurred at different times. Beyond those parts which are my own experiences, it is strictly fictional. It is the story of a developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual experiences. 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. Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)
Eric and I had decided to go on a picnic at the beach before we started back to school. My junior year was starting in two days. Eric would be starting college in three weeks, although I still didn't know where. I knew that it would be better for his education to go to the university, and I had reached a certain level of comfort with that conclusion. We would see each other whenever he had a vacation, and maybe I could even figure out a way to go visit him, I hoped.
In my new mode of being as honest as possible, I had outlined the plan to Mom. I described it as a short hike and a picnic. I didn't provide an exact location, and I wasn't asked for one. I said we would probably be returning too late for me to ride my bicycle home safely, and I asked if I could stay overnight at Eric's apartment. That last part was a stretch, but to my surprise she gave me permission provided I would be home by eight o'clock to make breakfast for the girls in the morning. This wasn't completely without precedent since I had stayed overnight with friends before. The difference was that this time there were no parents around, and she knew it. I wasn't quite sure what factors she used to reach this decision, and I certainly didn't ask.
I arrived at Eric's place at five o'clock, just as he was getting off work early by special arrangement. He showered quickly, and we were on our way.
Getting into the car, there was something in the back seat that I hadn't seen before.
"You've been holding out on me. Since when do you play the guitar?"
"I've played it for years, although not much recently," he informed me. "I brought it along because I thought we might entertain ourselves with a few songs. A little booze can reveal previously unknown talents, you know."
"Well, I can't say that I have a lot of singing talent, " I responded. "But I'll be happy to give it a try. Maybe this will be the beginning of a whole new career for both of us."
Eric had said he would produce the food, and the menu wasn't fancy or surprising. With Eric, you knew it would be pizza, which we picked up on our way out of town. He had even conned the pizza place into loaning him one of those carriers to keep it warm. Since he was probably their best customer, they were quite happy to help him out. Tonight the beverage was wine instead of beer. I was quite aware that Eric was too young to legally have these alcoholic beverages that were always around, and I had no idea how they were obtained. As with Mom's decision to let me stay overnight, I didn't ask.
This evening we had more stuff to carry than we usually did, so we each had our own day pack. Eric carried his guitar, and I carried the pizza. The carrier device was really handy. Although it was still warm enough to shed our clothes for the beach, as usual, we had each brought some extra clothing in case even partial nudity became uncomfortable before we left.
The beach itself was nearly deserted on this late summer Sunday evening. We saw only a half-dozen people or so on our way to the more remote area. Tonight we went as far as the trail would take us, well past the memorable locations of the summer. Here, at the end of the trail, was another of those secluded grassy spots. We spread our blanket and sat down, leaning back and looking out at the deserted river.
"I want to have children," was Eric's opening comment.
"I would like that as well," I replied. "Do you think adoption will be possible?"
"Others have done it, and I think we could too."
After what was, in reality, our engagement ceremony in the wilderness area, somehow it didn't surprise me at all that we would now be planning openly for the future.
"That will have to wait until we both have finished college and have careers," he continued. "Which brings me to another point. I've thought a lot about where to go to school this year. I've learned that there isn't a lot of difference between the university and the community college for the first two years. But more important, I can't and won't leave you behind. I love you too much to do that. I'm going to go to the community college for the next two years. Then we can go to a four-year college together."
I had prepared myself for the other decision because I thought it would be the right one for Eric. I was going to be brave and wish him the best of luck, and I think I could have pulled it off, but this reversal was too much for me. I was in his arms sobbing my heart out like never before. He just held me close and stroked my head and back for a couple of minutes until I got it together a little bit.
"Are you sure this is the right decision, Bro?" I asked.
"I've never been so sure in my life, Ty. You are everything to me, and you always will be."
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the other side of the future - all of the obstacles - my parents, our peers, the community, society in general - all of the bigotry that we would encounter.
"But how are we gonna do this? How will we make it all work?"
"It will work. Trust me."
And I did trust him. I had trusted Eric from the day I met him. He had provided me with the strength to become myself. He would never let me down. Neither of us would ever let the other down. With Eric there, we could always work together through the problems yet to come.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I said, "Crying always makes me hungry. Besides, you've worked all day. I think we should eat while the pizza is still warm."
In a fit of creativity, I had brought along a small tablecloth, cloth napkins, and stoneware plates. We had very classy wine glasses - the sturdy mugs that went with the stoneware plates. In the absence of a solid table, they were much more practical.
It really was a great picnic. I doubt if the wine experts would pair white wine with pizza, but it tasted great to me. The pizza was really good, and the wine kept getting better each time the cup was filled.
We weren't really drunk, just mellowed out a little bit. Eric reached for his guitar.
"Time for the talent show," he said, smiling. "Got any favorites?"
"Well, one thing that comes to mind is an old Beatles song, 'Let it Be'. It may be a message we'll need before long."
We did pretty well singing together. We even managed a little two-part harmony. We went through a number of old and new favorites. In honor of what we were wearing when we met, we finished up with Neil Diamond's "Forever in Blue Jeans".
Eric set the guitar aside and took me in his arms. We lay side by side for a while, just kissing gently, hugging and running our hands over each other's warm bodies.
I was lying on my back, and Eric seemed to be tracing the same repeated design on my chest.
"Are you designing a tattoo for me?" I asked.
"No, I don't ever want you to get a tattoo," he replied. "I like you natural, just like you are. You might call this an invisible tattoo. I'm just writing you a subliminal message, 'Ty + Eric', so you don't forget we belong to each other."
I leaned over and kissed him on his beautiful abs.
"I won't ever forget. And that was me putting my invisible brand on you. It might wash off in the shower though, so I may have to do that every day."
It was a quieter and gentler time than some of the exciting, almost frantic sexual experiences of the summer. It was two people who were becoming familiar with each other and who could build excitement more slowly. The excitement was building, though, and we could both feel it.
"I want you inside me, Eric," I whispered in his ear.
"You're sure about that?"
"Very sure. I've never been more sure of anything."
He rolled onto his back.
"OK, but I want to start out with you on top," he said. "I want you to take me in at your own speed."
"That's OK with me if you wanna do it that way, but only to start with. I wanna have you in control once you're inside me."
"All right, that works for me," he replied.
I got my birthday present out of my pack and spread gel on his cock and my ass.
"Do you want me to prepare the way a little like you did for me?" he asked.
"No, I wanna try it without that preparation, " I replied.
I squatted over him and guided his cock towards the target. Suddenly it seemed to feel much bigger than I remembered. I had a brief twinge of fear that must have shown in my face.
"Are you sure about this, Ty? This isn't a requirement."
"I know it isn't. I wanna do it. I wanna feel you inside me."
I was pressing down on his cock, but it wasn't going in. We were having the same problem as we did getting me into him.
Eric started singing a few lines out of a certain song from Madonna's repertoire, "... Gonna give you all my love, boy. My fear is fading fast. Been saving it all for you, 'cause only love can last..."
I started laughing, and once again that did it. With an almost audible pop, his cock went in. It hurt a little bit, but I was laughing so hard I barely noticed.
"Ooooooo...I got your cherry, boy," was Eric's next smart-ass remark. Now I was laughing even harder, and what was amazing was that his cock was continuing to slide in, little by little. It hurt a little bit, but mostly I was just feeling like my asshole was filling up very fast.
"I hope you're liking that cherry you just got, boy. Now I was singing, "...been saving it all for you..."
I was leaning forward on my hands while I got my laughter under control. I leaned forward more and gave Eric a big kiss.
"I think we've discovered the ultimate solution to performance anxiety," I said. "A little laughter goes a long way."
I straightened back up and pressed down some more. Eric was getting a faraway look in his eyes.
"Hey, Bro, don't leave me yet!" I said. "How much is in?"
"Looks like about half of it," was his response.
Shit! I thought I was already full. Time to get serious.
I rose up on my knees, pulling out a little. and then settling back down. I repeated this a few times and found that I could take in a little more each time. I realized pre-cum was running down my cock and going to waste. Putting some on my finger, I tasted it, and then held out my finger to Eric.
"You need some stimulant. Open up and have a little Ty juice."
He took a taste and smiled. "Just as good as last time."
I realized to my surprise that I was now sitting solidly on Eric's stomach. He was completely in. I wasn't really in pain. I was just completely full. I was glad his cock wasn't any bigger.
I took a few deep breaths and then leaned forward on top of him.
"OK, time for the gymnastics. Roll me over and do me."
We actually succeeded without losing any ground. Now Eric was on top, and leaning forward on his hands.
"Your turn," I said, putting my hands under my head in my most casual manner.
I didn't stay that way for long. He started moving around inside me. My hands were gripping his forearms.
"Ohhhh, shit that feels good! It barely hurts at all any more."
Eric smiled, "I knew that you would like it."
"From the look on your face you're liking it too. I can see what you were describing in my face yesterday, and I know just what you're feeling too."
"Being inside you is absolutely awesome. I wish this would last forever."
Eric was slowly and rhythmically sliding in and out now with a look of complete bliss on his face. I was looking at him with complete love and adoration. It was so special having him inside me. Feeling his cock sliding inside me was just awesome. I had never felt anything like it before, and I was loving every minute of it. From time to time he would stop briefly and take a few deep breaths. I knew he was trying to keep from cumming to make it last longer.
I got that usual wonderful feeling that told me I would be cumming very soon, but it didn't come out with a sudden blast like usual. My cum just sort of started flowing all over my stomach and abs. I could see what Eric had meant. It was like one continuous orgasm.
I was trying very hard to stay aware of what was going on. Eric's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. He looked like he was in a trance. I wanted to keep watching his face so I could see his pleasure, but I knew I was starting to lose track of everything except his cock moving inside me. We were both moaning with pleasure that seemed to go on endlessly.
Eric's thrusts started to quicken a little, and his upper body began to stiffen. With a loud groan, he thrust even deeper inside me. I could feel his hot cum as it started to flow inside me. Over and over, he pushed into me and groaned. Now his cock was lubricated by his own cum. With a final groan and a thrust he spilled the last of his seed inside me and collapsed on top of me.
We lay there not moving for several minutes. My arms were around him holding him close. I wanted him to stay there forever.
Finally, he leaned up on his forearms and gave me a big kiss.
"That was so good I can't believe it. I want to do that every day for the rest of my life."
"And I want you to do it every day for the rest of your life. In fact, since I'm staying over tonight, maybe you can do it once or twice before morning."
Eric smiled broadly, "But you have to have equal opportunity because I want to go to work tomorrow filled with your cum. I think that would be hot!"
We lay there side by side, holding hands, as the sun began to sink in the west. Every few minutes, Eric would lean over me and we would share a kiss.
"I want to make sure you don't fall asleep on me," he said. "You do that so well."
I laughed. Yes, I had made that a habit. At least I didn't fall asleep during sex. I doubted if that would ever happen.
"Don't worry about that tonight," I said. "I think there's just enough of a fall nip in the air to keep me awake."
Eric sat up and reached for his guitar.
"I've got a special song I want to sing for you, Ty. It's about us. Really it's about you. It's from an older movie. I'm not sure if you've heard it before. I've changed a few words to make it even more appropriate for our situation."
As he began to strum some opening chords, I recognized the song and understood completely. It was one of my favorite songs, but I had never considered how it applied to this particular summer.
"The summer smiles, the summer knows, And unashamed, he sheds his clothes. The summer smoothes the restless sky, And lovingly he warms the sand on which you lie.
The summer knows, the summer's wise; He sees the doubts within your eyes, And so he takes his summer time, Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger, Twists the world 'round his summer finger, Lets you see the wonder of it all.
And if you've learned your lessons well, There's little more for him to tell, One last caress, it's time to dress for fall." *
Silent tears were running down my cheeks as Eric put down the guitar and took me in his arms. We kissed for several minutes, lovingly and sensually but not passionately. A kiss to seal our commitment to each other forever.
The sun was going down on the last day of our summer, a life-changing summer never to be forgotten. Storm clouds were moving in from the west. A chill breeze was starting to blow. Tonight, we put on long pants and sweatshirts before we walked, barefoot and hand-in-hand, back to the car and into our future.
"And if you've learned your lessons well, There's little more for him to tell, One last caress, it's time to dress for fall."
*Adapted from "The Summer of '42", Lyrics by Michel Legrand
(My thanks to all of you who have emailed encouragement and ideas. My thanks once again to Flip McHooter for mentoring me. If it were not for his help in providing suggestions and editing, I would have never come this far with this project. As always, my thanks to this site for letting me share this with you.)