Part 4 -The Sleepover
(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. This is my first attempt at creative writing in any venue. Depending on your interest and my ability to extend the story, I hope that Ty and Eric can have lots of adventures at the nude beach where it all began as well as at other locations. My thanks to this site for letting me share this with you. Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)
We lived a few miles outside of town, a typical northwest logging community built on a hillside above the river. My dad worked at one of the few remaining lumber mills, and my mom was a nurse at the local clinic. The town had a population of about 1500. When you added the widespread rural population, the county had maybe twice that many people. The schools were small; there were about 150 students in the high school, and if anyone else was gay, I didn't know about it.
It was difficult for my parents to coordinate their vacations, but every year they managed a three-day trip to the coast just before the 4th of July. We always stayed at a cabin in a state park. I enjoyed it because it simply moved my exploration of the forests and nature to another location for three days. However, this year I wanted to stay home and spend time with Eric. First, I needed to convince my parents that this was a good idea. After a little thought, I decided that the "economic advantage" approach would be best, and mom was the better target. As my grandfather used to say, "That woman squeezes an Indian Head nickel so hard the buffalo shits." I had never seen an Indian Head nickel, but I got the idea. So the minute she came home, I pounced on her.
"Mom, wouldn't it be a good idea if I stayed home and looked after the animals this year?" I suggested. "It would save money because we wouldn't have to pay the Johnsons to look after them, and I know how to do it 'cuz I do it all the time."
I could see the wheels turning. "Well," she said," I suppose you're old enough now to do that, but don't you want to go along with us?"
"Sure Mom, I always enjoy our vacations, but I'd like to see what it would be like to take care of myself for a couple of days. You know I can take care of the animals. And I'm old enough now to stay by myself."
The animals consisted of a couple of feeder-calves we were raising for meat, the rabbits for my ongoing 4-H project, and the dog and 4 cats. Not a big challenge really; I just needed to keep them fed and watered.
"Well, I'll talk to your father, but I don't see why not. Just don't go having any wild parties with your high school friends. What do you plan to do while we're gone?"
The "party" part was rhetorical, and she knew it. I wasn't part of the social set, and I didn't care for parties. I had anticipated the second question and had decided to be completely honest.
"No, mom, I won't have any wild parties. I just plan to have my big brother over for tacos and wild sex."
Now the only part of that second sentence that computed for her was "tacos". With both parents working, the oldest of my younger sisters and I had experience doing a lot of things around the house, and I had learned how to prepare about anything for breakfast as well as a few dinner items.
She looked at me with exasperation, as if I had suddenly lost my mind.
"Would you please be serious for once, Ty. You don't have a big brother and you don't have a clue about wild sex."
Little did she know. However, my conscience was now perfectly clear because I had been absolutely honest.
Dad bought off on the plan, too. So on the appointed day, after some typically stupid comments by my sisters, the rest of them drove off leaving me in charge. Maybe a few days without my sisters was going to be a good thing.
Eric worked from 10 a.m. until 7 p.m., so I knew that at this hour of the morning he would be up having breakfast. The car had been out of sight about 1.34 seconds when I was on the phone.
"Morning, Eric. How's my Bro?"
"I'm great, dude. What's up?"
"Well, I've got an idea. Do you want to come over for dinner and spend the night here? The rest of the family has gone camping for three days, and I thought maybe you would come over and keep me company tonight."
"Can you really cook dinner?" I had his attention.
"You bet I can. I do it all the time, and everyone thinks my tacos are great."
Now, I knew I had some leverage here. First, he was fond of Mexican food. Second, after graduating from high school a month earlier, he had moved out of his parents' home into a small apartment, and he hated to cook. The dinner menu was usually carry-out pizza or a TV dinner. Breakfast was even sparser.
"OK, that sounds good. But is this OK with your folks?"
"I told them exactly what I planned to do and they didn't have any objections."
Was I good, or was I good? I could feel my nose growing a little, like the story of Pinocchio that mom used to read to me, but I ignored it. Damn, I was becoming a conniving little bastard. God was going to strike me dead, but I didn't believe that because, since telling me I was a fucking stud, he hadn't yet given me time to spread cum and joy throughout the world, as instructed.
"OK, I'll be there after work, about 7:30. Should I bring a sleeping bag?"
"Seven thirty works for me, Bro. No, we can both sleep in my bed. It's my folk's old queen-size one and there's plenty of room for both of us. See you this evening."
I did a little victory dance around the living room before heading out to attend to the chores that I had bargained for.
Eric arrived promptly that evening. I suppose to someone coming up to our house for the first time, the place looked a little shabby. To me it was just home. It was at the end of a 1/4 mile driveway. The lawn needed mowing (it always did), and the house needed some paint. So did the barn, sheds and pens behind the house. There was a large garden in behind where some of the taco ingredients had come from. On the west side was the same creek that flowed past my meadow up the hill. Beyond all of that, it was just forest-covered mountain, my domain. The best part was out front; the view of the mountains across the river was to die for.
I was wearing my now-official summer uniform, which consisted of my red board shorts and me. He had brought three packages, two of which he set to one side. The third was his change of clothes and stuff. He had come directly from work at the gas station, so I showed him the shower and gave him a towel. Soon he emerged wearing only those low-hanging talking camo cargo shorts that I liked so well. Tonight they were saying, "Look at this nice clean great-smelling body we're decorating, but fun is right behind door number one."
I was busy putting the taco ingredients on the table, and I could see that the good aromas were increasing his appetite. I turned around to finish up with the ground beef, and when I turned back to the table there was a bottle beside each of the two places I had set. The label said "Corona".
There was a twinkle in his eye.
"Good Mexican food deserves good Mexican beer," he said.
"Hmmm. I sampled beer once, and it tasted kind of bitter."
"You'll like this, and I'm sure it was included in that agreement you have with your parents. I wouldn't want to contribute to your delinquency, you know."
That wicked smile was back, and I blushed from head to toe.
I decided to brazen it out. "No, I didn't mention beer, but I'm in charge this weekend and making my own decisions. I think it fits closely enough with the other activities I described."
Well, close, I guess. But I could feel my nose growing again.
"Before we eat, I've got something here for you, Bro," he said. "I picked it up when I was at the mall last week."
He handed me a bag, and when I looked inside the tears started to flow again. In the bag was my own pair of low-hanging A&F camo cargo shorts just like his. I was speechless. I gave him a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Now, go put 'em on."
I complied immediately. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. Turns out my pair talked too. What they had to say was, "God was right. You're a fucking stud."
I was back out in a flash, and it was clear that Eric was also pleased with the results.
"Those look great on you, Ty."
"Thanks, Bro. And I love them." I gave him another quick kiss.
"Now, let's eat."
My tacos went over very well. I have no idea how many he ate, but there was plenty of everything. The Corona went over very well too. Several bottles of it went down perfectly with the tacos, and by the time we got up I had decided that Ben Franklin was correct in that "beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." I was definitely happy, and not 100% steady any more.
We did the dishes together in spite of my unsteadiness, and then had one more as we sat on the cheap Wal-Mart lounge chairs on the lawn watching the evening shadows on the mountains across the river. Eric sat with me on one side and the case of beer on the other. I had never been happier. Just sitting there with my wonderful big brother was all I wanted.
"Want another beer?", Eric asked?
"Sure."
That conversation got repeated several times.
Then the moon came up over the mountains. It was so beautiful. They were both beautiful, both moons that is.
"Hey Bro, I thought there wush only one moon. Now I shee two. Wassup?"
Eric looked at me with a bit of that evil smile that showed up from time to time. "That's what happens when we have a 'new moon', Ty. The moon just sort of spawns another."
"Kewwwwwl!"
I was clearly losing it.
A wet spot started to appear on the front of my new cargo shorts. It quickly spread and soon there was liquid running from the chair onto the grass. Shit! I was so drunk I had pissed my pants.
Eric was just sitting there chuckling.
"'S'not funny," I asserted, but failed to move or do anything about it. What the fuck, I was actually enjoying sitting there spaced out in my pissed pants. What I did, while continuing to stare at the two moons, was to reach my arm out and dump the rest of my beer in Eric's lap. He yelped and jumped up, but he kept right on laughing.
"Want another beer?" Eric asked again between fits of laughter.
"Shooor, Bro. Shank yew. Two or three, pleash."
We headed for bed about 11:00, by way of the laundry room, where Eric helped me get out of my shorts. I tossed them into the washer.
"Put yoursh in there too, Bro. I'll warsh 'em both tomorrow."
He supported me on the way to the bathroom where I prayed briefly at the porcelain throne, and then on to the bedroom where he helped me into bed. He snuggled up behind me with his left arm reaching over to hug me. Even in my stupor, I consciously felt utterly happy to have my big brother with me. The last thing I remember was him giving me a soft kiss on the shaved part of my head.
Waking up with a mild hangover as the sun came up, I remembered suddenly that I wasn't alone. I turned my head to verify that. The night had been warm, and Eric had kicked the covers completely off. Now he was lying there on his back sleeping peacefully. His tousled hair fell across his face, somehow making him look very innocent. He looked like an angel lying there, but a very masculine angel to be sure. I watched how his chest rose and fell as he breathed. My eyes wandered down to his marvelous abs and then to...
Morning wood. Oh yes, it was beautiful. And I wondered what would happen if...
Now I was recalling the night before in a little more detail. The big shit had gotten me snockered and had enjoyed doing it! Several ideas started to come together.
My computer was on the desk beside the bed. I walked over quietly and turned on the webcam and pointed it so that it captured the scene on the bed. Then I walked over to the bed.
Quietly and carefully, I knelt on the end of the bed between his legs. Leaning forward slowly and carefully, I supported myself with my extended arms beside his hips. Taking a quick look at the monitor to ensure that the scene was being properly recorded, I lowered myself down as if I was doing a push-up and slowly and gently ran my tongue up that fine cock. It tasted like Eric, a specific taste I was getting used to. He stirred a little bit, but kept on sleeping. I leaned back up and waited. Still asleep. Leaning forward again, I licked some more, especially on that little spot where the cock head begins. I leaned back up and waited again. I heard a gentle moan, and he moved some more, but he still seemed to be sleeping. Keeping my eyes looking up towards his face, I carefully took his cock in my mouth. He moved some more, still sleeping though. Slowly I began to move my mouth very, very gently up and down his cock. Now he was moving more and making more noise as if he was having a dream. I was getting so excited my own hard cock had begun to drip onto the bed. I kept it up, very steadily, very gently, looking up towards his face to see if he was awake. Still sleeping. I increased the pace little by little. His movement and incoherent mumbling increased little by little too . Now his sleepy eyes were starting to open. His cock opened up at the same time and started to spasm. I swallowed it all, as his eyes opened very wide and a huge grin formed on his face.
"Dude! What a way to wake up! That was better than the best wet dream ever!"
I crawled up on his stomach and kissed him on the mouth. I wondered if he could taste his cum that was still on my lips. I certainly could. It tasted a little salty and slightly musky. It tasted like Eric. I just lay there quietly for a minute, enjoying his warm body under mine.
"Go take a shower, Bro. But first watch this. We have instant replay this morning, and here's the part you missed. I'll go fix some breakfast." It was my turn to have a slightly wicked grin as I got up and started the video playing.
Pulling on my board shorts, I headed for the kitchen.
By the time he came out, dressed for work unfortunately, I had eggs, bacon, pancakes and coffee ready for us.
As he sat down, he was grinning broadly.
"Gonna post that online?" he asked.
I was smiling too.
"You want me to?" I was daring him.
"No, I don't think so. That one is just for us to share with each other."
"Not with anyone else? I mean, if I'm going to spread cum and joy throughout the world, we should post it somewhere." Now I was teasing him.
"Well, I suppose we could show it to anyone we invited to have sex with us."
That stopped me. I hadn't even thought of the possibility of a third person being included in our activities.
I looked over at him, and I could see a twinkle in his eyes and a little smirk at the corner of his mouth. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Actually, the idea was inducing a certain hardness in my pants.
"What's the matter?" he said. "Cat got your tongue?"
"I'll have to think about that idea for a while."
We ate in silence for several minutes before he looked up and smiled at me.
"You could get to be a habit," he said.
I smiled, "I promise to be a very, very good habit. And you need to reinforce good habits. Dinner will be waiting at 7:30 again."
He smiled back, "I'll be here. Should I bring anything?"
"Just your appetite and your body will do very nicely. Your change of clothing is already here, and it will be clean and waiting for you."
As I watched him drive away, I couldn't help feeling pleased with myself. This was working out very well.
I headed for the laundry room. I had cargo shorts to wash and dry. Mine were a gift of love from my big brother, and I wanted to wear them all the time and forever.