WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and exits purely in the author's mind. However, "This story contains homoerotic content. If you are not of legal age to view materials containing adult themes, or if such subject matter is illegal in your area, then you must read no further and exit this site." After all, the "Thought-Police" are everywhere.
"THE SENIOR TRIP"
by: Dr. Ben Dover
Wesley and Adam have been pals ever since either of them can remember. Their houses were only a block apart and their parents hung out together. The guys were always at one house or the other and each boy knew that the rules were enforced regardless of which parent was enforcing them.
They often slept over at each other's house and were always welcome to do so. Since this was their senior year, both guys had wanted to spend a lot of time together since they were best friends and didn't know what would happen next year when they went away to college.
Wes' dad was a mechanical engineer and a pretty straight-laced guy. He rarely raised his voice or exerted any discipline. His wife, on the other hand, was a fiery redheaded lawyer who took no crap from anyone -- let alone her seventeen year-old son. She ruled the roost and everyone knew it.
Over at Adam's house, his parents were tenured professors at a nearby university. Adam's sister was two years younger than he, and a "royal pain." But his family wasn't on Adam's mind right now. Tomorrow he and Wes were going on the senior's camping trip. While not an "official" school function, most of the guys and some of the girls from their school were going. It was sort of an annual tradition and held at a farm in an adjacent county. Close enough to home, but far enough away, as well. There was the normal bonfire and teenage nonsense which had both boys ready to go.
Since it was between semesters, Adam's parents had made plans to go out of town for the weekend and away from the kids. Wes' mom told Adam's mom that the boys could stay over the night before the sleep-out. Adam's sister had been shuffled off to stay with one of her friends for the weekend.
Like his mom, Wes had bright red hair and fine white skin, but that's where the similarity ended. Wes was 6'1" and well-muscled from his varsity lacrosse and soccer. He wore his hair fairly short and had an upturned nose with some freckles. His eyes were a piercing green and always seemed to hold mischief. His skin was smooth and mostly hairless with some light blondish fuzz on his legs and arms. Of course he had the strawberry thatch over his groin.
His pal, Adam, on the other hand, was the opposite. He played varsity baseball and football. He had brown eyes and his tousled brown hair hung over his ears. He was 5"11" and more muscular in the chest than Wesley, but this was mostly from lifting weights for football. He had some light hair on his arms and legs, and the beginning of some fuzz on his chest.
While both guys were athletic, the fact they played different sports never affected their friendship. Each would support the other whenever they played. And in spite of their other friendships and teammates, both guys knew that best friends could always be counted on.
Since his folks had bailed out on Friday afternoon, Adam would come home with Wesley after school. He had stayed at Wes' house dozens of times before. Since it was a split-level, they would sometimes sleep on the sofas in the basement den and watch TV and talk all night long. Once in a while, they would share Wesley's queen-sized bed. While they never really messed around with each other, both had chided the other about their "morning wood" more than once.
When they got home from school, neither of Wes' parents was home from work, yet. Before long, his dad rolled in and greeted the boys throwing a football in the back yard. Adam had told Wes he wasn't feeling too great and might have a slight cold since his nose was running a little. But he said he wasn't about to miss the sleep-out since "there'll be some crazy shit going on."
When Wes' mom showed up about an hour later, it had looked like she'd had a tough day at the office. Wes' mom began cooking dinner and before long, they had finished eating and were all in the den together watching TV.
After a while, his parents said goodnight and went to their room to watch TV leaving the boys alone. As was their custom, by now, both guys took off their pants and shirts. They usually slept in their underwear. Wes was wearing a t-shirt and cotton "Joe Boxer" shorts with smiley faces. Adam had his "tighty-whitey" Jockeys. He took off his polo shirt and put on an old concert t-shirt.
Wes had spread out a comforter on the floor for them to lie on. While Wes was on the couch, Adam had stretched out on the comforter and propped himself up with some pillows.
Wes had gotten Adam some tissues for his runny nose and they guys continued to watch TV. Both thought South Park was hilarious and were watching a marathon on Comedy Central.
Occasionally, Adam would sneeze or cough a little, but he generally felt ok. To him it was more of an inconvenience than sickness.
Wes' mom had come down to the kitchen for some juice and heard Adam sneeze. She called downstairs "Adam, are you sick?" Adam replied, "No, m'am. It's just a little cold."
She said "If you're sick, you're not going to that camp-out tomorrow."
Adam said, "It's nothing, really."
She said, "Well I'm not taking any chances." "Wes, I'm going back to bed. You take Adam's temperature. If he has a fever, you come upstairs and let me know."
"Ok, mom," Adam said.
Both guys knew that Wes' mom meant what she said. There would be no trip tomorrow for either of them if Adam had a fever. After all, Wes wouldn't go and leave Adam at his house with his parents out of town.
"Man, that sucks," said Adam. "I sure hope I don't have a temperature or we're fucked."
"Yeah" said Wes. "You know my mom."
Wes said, "I guess I had better get a thermometer so we can find out sooner rather than later."
"Might as well" said Adam. "I'll hang here."
With that, Wes went upstairs to his bathroom to find a thermometer.
After some time, he came back downstairs with his green eyes twinkling.
Adam looked at Wes and said, "Well?" knowing from his friend's expression that something was up.
"Dude," Wes said. "All we've got is this" holding up a glass rectal thermometer.
"Wes!" Adam said, seeing the red top. "That's bullshit. Stop playin' and go get the other kind."
Wes began shaking his head. "That's what kept me so long. I looked all over my bathroom and this was the only one there. Look, it's your call, but you know what'll happen if I can't tell my mom your temperature was normal."
"Shit" said Adam. "Yeah, I know. Too bad she always knows when either of us is lying. Then she really wouldn't let us go. We'd probably be grounded for lying, too. Maybe worse."
"Man, don't I know it" said Wes. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt."
Both guys laughed, knowing they'd been in trouble together plenty of times.
Finally, Adam said "alright bud. You know how to use that thing?"
"Sure" Wes said. "I brought some KY, too. It won't hurt."
Adam knew it didn't hurt since he used to get his temperature taken "that way" when he was a kid. But he wondered why Wes only had a baby thermometer in his bathroom.
"Where do you want me?" asked Adam.
"Just where you're at is cool" said Wesley. "Just roll over onto your stomach."
Adam sat up from the pillows he was lying against and rolled onto the comforter on his stomach.
Wes got down on the floor by his friend and kneeled next to him.
"Gotta lose these" he said and started lowering Adam's jockeys.
Adam got the hint and lifted his middle to let the shorts slide down. It got hung up for a moment going past his dangling tool, but in a moment they were around his knees.
Adam had his arms folded in front of him and rested his head on his forearms, looking away from his friend. After all, this was his best bud. But even so, this was a little weird.
Wesley took the thermometer and shook it down. He squirted a little KY on the bulb and spread his buddy's cheeks. He couldn't help but look. He had never seen anyone's asshole up close before. Sure, he touched his own with his fingers sometimes when he was in the shower. He wondered if his looked like that.
He repositioned his finger and spread Adam's cheeks a little wider. "Damn" he thought. This is wild, noticing the muscular dimples in his pal's asscheeks.
Adam felt Wes' fingers expose his hole. He felt the coolness on the normally warm area. Then he felt the tip of the thermometer at the entrance to his chute. Next thing he knew it was going in.
But Wes hadn't let his asshole close back up. He still had it apart. He could feel Wes twisting the thermometer in his hole. "Damn!" That sensation was starting to have an effect on him. He involuntarily let out a soft moan.
He twisted his head on his arm and looked toward his pal. Wes was along side of him. One hand had his cheeks spread and the other was holding the thermometer. He could see Wes staring at his hole. He could also see Wes' dick was getting hard and starting to snake its way from one leg of his boxers.
Adam closed his eyes as he felt the sensation in his ass. He ground his cock into the comforter as it continued to harden.
Adam opened his eyes and saw Wes looking at him.
"Does that hurt, buddy?" Wes asked his friend.
"Naw," Adam said. "It kinda feels good."
They didn't speak again for a few minutes. Wes continued to slide the thermometer in and out of the well-lubricated sphincter. Adam continued to push his hard tool into the comforter. Occasionally, they would look at each other thinking if they didn't say anything, the spell wouldn't be broken.
Finally, Wes said "Well, I had better see what it says."
Wes withdrew the cylinder from his buddy's pink eye. He glanced again at the now vacant hole before looking at the reading.
"Ninety-nine point three" Wes said.
"Damn" Adam said, looking over his shoulder. "Do you think you mom will let us go?" he asked.
"I dunno" Wes said. "I guess we'll find out in the morning."
"But even if we can't go to the sleep-out, you can stay here since your folks are out of town."
"Yeah," Adam said. "That'd be cool, too."
Wes' eyes sparkled. "I think we can find something to do if we stay here."
Wes stood up and lowered his boxers. His upturned cock slapped against his belly as he took them off.
"In the mean time, I think you should take my temperature. Just in case I caught your cold."
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