The Ride By Andrew Phillips [andrewphile@gmail.com]
[This is a story of a sexual encounter between two adult men. If that offends you please do not read it. This work is copyrighted by Andrew Phillips.]
Part 3 -- Scouting & Teabagging
I smiled at Jase and dove in.
"I, too, knew early on that I was attracted to people like myself. I liked to jack off to pictures of handsome guys, my own age. I fantasized over the same guys the girls swooned over in the teen mags.
Sometimes I got a hard-on in class just day dreaming about them and hid it behind a notebook."
"My first real experience was in the scouts. Sounds ordinary, but it was true. It was the first time I spent whole days with other boys. I was an only child and while I had friends, I'd never been away from home till a scout camping trip at 14. We had to bring our own sleeping bags and pitch the tents ourselves, two to a tent. My tent-mate was a tough guy named Wally, who was bigger and stronger than any of the troop. I had not experienced my growth spurt yet, though puberty was in full swing. Wally was a nice enough boy, not a bully or anything. After we set up the tent we joined with the others for a cookout around the fire. It was a warm night and the fire made us even warmer. A couple of guys had stripped off their shirts, including Wally. I really liked seeing his muscular arms and chest lit by the flickering flames."
"When it came time to call it a night we crawled into our sleeping bags. I lay on my back and as I was drifting off I heard Wally zip open his sleeping bag. He said he was hot. I already knew that, but he just meant the temperature. I looked over and in the dim light coming through the pup tent could see that he was naked. He had a dense bush of pubic hair around his cock, whereas my hair was just coming in and my cock was nowhere that large (yet). It fascinated me.
I remained still, making believe I was asleep, but I was watching. He ran his hand down his chest and belly, and grabbed his cock. He started to stroke himself. Watching him made me hard, too. I decided that this looked like fun and rolled over, supposedly 'in my sleep,' my arm and open hand landing on his chest. He stopped stock-still. So did I. We lay there for a long time, until he decided to use my hand to help his cause, gently moving it down so that it finally rested on his rigid cock. I continued to fake sleep, but then I 'woke up,' closing my hand around his impressive penis, saying foggily 'What's up!' He stammered, but I decided to take matters in my own hands, and continued what he began, bringing him to a moaning gusher. From then on Wally and I became good pals and he became sort of my protector at school. We spent many an afternoon reading comic books and purloined Playboys, beating each other off. I don't think he was ever into guys, but he really liked getting his rocks off, often and voluminously. Whenever I suggested something other than mutual masturbation he objected. It wasn't till I was 16 that I hooked up with a truly fraternal partner."
"Well, I don't really want to wait for your whole story," said Jase. By this time we had finished our beers and a bag of tortilla chips. He reached over and brushed a crumb off my upper lip. I tried to bite his finger but his reflexes were too fast. But he had second thoughts and put his finger back on my lips as if to quiet me and I kissed it. By then both our towels were well tented and our eyes locked. I leaned over and kissed him, this time in a deep French kiss. Initially I took the initiative, exploring his mouth with my tongue. Soon he reciprocated.
After about a minute or two of this he came up for air and said, "Boy, do you have a talented tongue! Let's go into my room," he whispered and got up, his tight ass a beacon to me. I followed dutifully. The king size bed offered a great playing field.
We both jumped on the bed, shedding our towels. I lay on my back and he clambered aboard, sitting on my chest. He was half erect, but had one attribute I loved to see in a man, a great, pendulous scrotum, like that of a young bull. It was resting on my chest and I wanted to demonstrate my lingual talents further and, grabbing his waist, lifted him so that his balls were in easy reach of my mouth. My tongue began licking his almost hairless sac. I opened wide and engulfed the whole thing. He began squirming and moaning with pleasure. But my jaw was aching. By this time his ball sac began to contract as his erection grew. Now it was time to give him an expert rimming. He lifted himself and, on my elbows, I licked along his perineum till I got to the rosette of his anus. My prehensile tongue now explored it and tried entry. I was now grateful that we both did such a good job in the shower cleaning that area."
"Fuck! That feels great!!" he shouted.
I slobbered the area and then was ready to impale him on my cock.
"You got a rubber?" I asked suddenly.
"What?" he gasped.
"A condom, damn it!"
"Yeh, in the side table."
I reached in, withdrew a package, and, in one motion, ripped it open with my teeth and slipped it on my 18 cm rod. With my right hand I positioned it vertically and it immediately found his hole and, thrusting my hips up, slid right in. He gave a guttural groan. I looked into his eyes and saw a dream-like face, eyes closed and a light layer of sweat over his broad chest. Then I started to rhythmically drive into him. He helped as well, rising and falling to improve my penetration. Soon we were in perfect synchronicity and, with one final thrust to the hilt of my member, only somewhat softened by my pubic bush I shot my load. Almost simultaneously he shot his, the first salvo going over my head, but subsequent ones hitting my face and chest. His cum tasted great. He leaned over me and licked up some of his own semen. "I told you I loved this stuff," he said with a satisfied smile.
"I do too," I whispered, referring to my whole afternoon activities with this tan, muscular young man.
[If you liked (or didn't like) this story and the developing relationship please email me and give feedback at andrewphile@gmail.com. Thanks, Drew]