Well, here's the continuation of the Cory and Scott tales! Hope you enjoy.
YOUNG AWAKENINGS - CHAPTER 2
Our first time with each other, we only sucked each off some more. No more fingering, just kisses and the taste of cum!
The next week was one of bliss. We had to act normal in front of the other kids, and in front of our families, but when we were alone we'd sit for long minutes just staring at each other, loving the fact that we could be together, feeling this way, feeling welcome and needed and loved! Then we'd go down on each other before doing homework or playing or surfing the net.
Each day we tried to give each other head at least once, but of course things came up which prevented us on two occasions from going at it. However, the very next day we'd make up for it with two generous helpings of each other's juice. On one of those days I tackled Eric in the showers after gym class, and despite the danger, we sucked each other dry. We were almost caught, when several classmates returning for belongings. Since it was the end of the day, we got away with it by jumping into the showers, quickly snapping them on and pretending to take a shower. We kept our backs to the others so that they never saw our hardons, and talking energetically about which rock bands ruled and which sucked, with reasons and curses to go with each. Then, after the others had left, we finished our oral pleasures.
The Friday of that week, when I got home from school, my dad had his backpack outside by the car and the fishing rods strapped to the roof rack. My mom was finishing making some sandwiches.
"Where you off to, dad?" I asked.
"Camping. Go pack some stuff, you're coming too!"
Damn! I didn't want to go. That would mean an entire weekend away from Scott. "Ah, dad!" I moaned.
"No "Ah, dads!", Cory. Go pack some stuff." And there you had it. With that all too familiar "Don't fight me on this!" look in his eyes, my dad had ruined my weekend.
Grumpily I stormed into my room, finding several things already lying in wait for me. My costume, towel, toothbrush, some change of underwear, the usual stuff. Packing finished I resigned myself to a boring trip and sat myself down in the back seat, looking miserable. My dad finished packing and with a wave to my mom we drove off.
The car stopped, and I heard my dad laughing. I raised my head and glared at him, and through the front windscreen saw Scott and his dad waiting by their car, bags ready to go, Scott wearing the same frown I was. He hadn't seen us yet. My dad pulled away from the stop sign and coasted over to them. Scott looked up and we locked astonished gazes through the window! My dad jumped out and shook hands with Scott's father, then helped him stow their gear as Scott scampered in alongside me.
I couldn't believe this! I kept thanking everything and everyone for this trip. When our dads got into the car we both threw our arms around their necks, trying to strangle them, but, of course, coming nowhere close.
"Dad, you shoulda told me," I whined.
"Yeah," Scott added.
All our dads did was laugh, and then we were off.
The three hour tripped flew by quickly. Well, it did for us. I don't think our dad's had thought of the consequences of their actions by bringing us both along! It seemed they were hitting it off great, they came across so many area of interest both had in common.
The site my dad had chosen was one we had come to before, quiet, isolated from any other possible campers, right near the lake. We set about setting up camp, but of course we got in the way and were waved off and sent to find firewood. Traipsing through the woods, gathering bundles of fuel for the fire, our attentions turned to matters more erotic.
Soon we were tumbling in the bushes, kissing and stroking each other through our jeans and shirts, sliding our hands down into each other's pants and grabbing hold of the toys growing within. We didn't do anything except jack each other off a bit, and of course more kisses. Then we gathered up the scattered firewood and jogged back to camp, laughing and giggling like crazy.
One look at our disheveled clothes and hair set our father's to shaking their heads, but they never said a word. The phrase "kids!" definately spinning through their heads. That night we feasted on grilled steaks and roasted potatoes. The next night we would have to catch our dinner! Not that fishing was the main thing on our minds! Not even the second, or the third or fourth or, hell, I think the only thing on our minds that night was each other, naked, hard and hot for sex. I wanted to go all the way with Scott this weekend. Full hardcore anal sex. My cock was hard the whole meal through and I had to sit at an angle in case anyone saw. Scott did, or at least realized my discomfort, and kept humming to himself, eyes full of mischief. He kept tossing comments my way about if I was comfortable sitting so close to the fire. I glared at him through supper, but when it was over I was still hard, and Scott had stood up and was stretching, throwing knowing glances at me, letting his shirt rise up and reveal his stomach, the fire casting dancing shadows against his chest. My penis throbbed at the sight.
Bastard! A log cracked in the fire and our dad's attention was diverted to it. Immediately I leapt up and sprang at Scott, bowling him over. We were laughing as we rolled around, and he took advantage of the darkness to slide a hand down my jeans.
Two tents had been set up, and Scott and I had already laid claim to one of them. We were rather tired after the trip, so we decided to call it an early night, after sitting staring at the flickering flames, the stars sparkling above through the trees. Our dad's continued talking, even after we slid into our sleeping bags, the zipper side towards each other and open, to allow free passage of hands or heads or bodies throbbing with teenage heat and quivering cocks!
We jerked each other off under the sleeping bags that night, not risking anything more. Our hands caressed the other's slick shaft into a frenzy, our breathing growing heavier as we neared orgasm. I spurted first, jets of semen spitting out over Scott's hand and wrist and arm. He brought this to his lips and licked himself clean of my juice, even as I continued massaging his manhood. I felt Scott tense and aimed his throbbing shaft at my face, sliding down a little further in my sleeping bag. Staring straight down the barrel of his head I opened my mouth as he shot his load, a long stream of cum streaming across the short distance to splatter over my face, though most did enter my mouth. When he had ceased cumming, I lay back and wiped the cum off my face, licking it off my fingers. When I was clean, having used a hanky to wipe any last traces off, I reached out to switch off the electric lantern, placed so that our silhouettes were not seen within the tent, and said, in a whisper:"Tomorrow I would like to go further. I...want to..."
"Yeah, go on!"
"I want to fuck you...and be fucked by you!"
Scott smiled broadly and nodded, and I cut the light and we settled down to sleep.
The next morning we both awoke with the front of our underpants soaked with cum. Scattered and blurred images of the wet dream I had had scudded around my head, and I knew Scott had been in there. Our dads were still asleep, so we both got up, gathered some clothes together and quietly hurried to the lake. Rays of sunlight danced through the treetops, the sky cloudless and blue. The day was going to be a beautiful one!
At the water's edge we plunged right in. The water was at first a little cold, but still great. We slid off our briefs and rubbed ourselves clean of spunk, then turned our attention to the underclothes and rubbed those as well in the water, cleaning most of the seed off them. Then we wrung most of the water from them and hid them under our towels.
We swam about for a few minutes before I started to get hard watching Scott's nude body slide deftly through the water, skin glistening wet. He has so damn sexy swimming around bare-assed! He saw me watching him intently and swam over.
"Hey, whatcha looking at?"
"Just this real sexy naked guy."
"You're also looking really cute, lover!"
I smiled and kissed him, deeply, grinding my hard cock against his limpness, which quickly sprung into life, spurring me on to more pelvic thrusts. We swam over to the shore and scampered onto land, tumbling on top of one another onto the ground, still kissing and touching.
"On your stomach, boy!" I growled teasingly, and Scott quickly complied, going on all fours like a dog. My god by he was so gorgeous in that position. I could only stare at his ass, his smooth legs, his smooth back, the balls dangling between his legs. I mounted him, sliding my cock along the cleft of his ass, humping him, using his cheeks to stimulate me. As I humped I began moaning, softly and then a little louder. There was this feeling of absolute lust surging from my groin and I pulled back and parted his ass, pressing my moist penis tip against his rosy sphincter. It opened, beckoning me to enter, but I paused and licked on my fingers, covering them with spittle, lots of it, then used this to grease his hole. That done I slid my 5 inches of flesh into him, slowly, to let him get used to me in there. Me moaned but never complained, and I pressed harder. It felt strange, but hot, exciting! I was really getting off on this. I got myself half the way in before Scott cried out for me to stop.
I felt bad then, for hurting him, for thinking only of my lust. But Scott said to start fucking him, calling me his rutting stallion, so I complied, thrusting my pelvis forward and back, my cock sliding in and out of his beautiful ass, my hands on his hips. I increased tempo, moaning with exquisite pleasure. All there was this beautiful young ass and my cock up it. Sex and lust and more sex were all I cared about. I ass fucked him like that for about five minutes before the situation got so intense I had no way to stop myself filling his bunghole with my love juice. Wads of sticky sperm shot up his ass, and as I spilled my seed I continued fucking, until my dick was limp and it slid out. I watched through eyes half closed from the ecstasy of it all as a thin trail of cum oozed out of his ass and slide down his cleft, to drop in globules onto the ground. Bending close I lapped this up, my warm tongue on his ass flesh setting Scott to quivering like mad.
He fell onto his back and looked up at me with these eyes filled with pleasure and so much love. I lay against him and just breathed in his scent. I cannot explain my emotions, just that we were the only two things in existence.
After five or ten minutes I sat up and straddled him, his hardness under my ass. I lifted myself off him, allowing him to set his cock up so that I could sit down on it and let him fuck me that way.
"Sit on my face," he said.
I moved up his body and rested my ass over his face, whereupon he proceeded to lick my ass, rimming me. My body jerked as warm flames of passion swept over me. I moaned loudly as he slobbered on me to grease my ass, then told me to move back down. As I did so he raised himself off the ground slightly, slid one hand down to his ass and pulled it back with some of my cum on his fingers. This he applied to his shaft and head, reaching back for some more to finish the job. Then he signaled that he was ready and I settled slowly down onto his member.
I shut my eyes when his cock entered me, so in rapture I was at feeling this. Though it felt strange, awkward, I found I had a raging stiffy again as he slide half of his 5 ½ inch cock into me. Bringing my ass up and down to stimulate him served to stimulate me as well, my cock twitching at the sheer pleasure I was feeling. Scott began humping as well, adding to the fucking sensation, and soon I was riding him quite fast, both of us moaning in heat. I saw in Scott's eyes that he was going to cum soon and decided to make it the best fuck he would ever have, so I increased my tempo till it was verging on pain the way his cock rammed up into my ass. Scott's grunts became more animal, and more loud, but we cared little who heard us. This was just the two of us, two guys in love, in heat, sharing a moment that was meant just for us, a moment we would never forget, and would never match again.
I felt his warm cum inside me, the pulse of his muscle as he spent his load inside me. Again and again he came, and I wondered how much sperm he had in him. After about ten seconds of cumming he grew steadily limper and began sliding out me, that in itself enough to set me off. I spunked over Scott's face and hair, the sticky white seed sliding over his cheeks and nose, and dangling between two locks of hair over his temple.
I buried my face in his hair and lapped up my semen, not swallowing it, keeping it in my mouth as I licked his face clean. Then I kissed him full on the mouth and our tongues met, and I passed over some of my sperm over to him. We continued to kiss, our tongues dancing, sticky and warm, until we withdrew and swallowed.
We smiled broadly at each other, the smiles full of love, full of caring. Again we just lay there, me on top of him, the sunlight warm and comforting. I buried my nose into his hair and drank in the wet smell of it.
"We'd better be getting back, Cory."
"Yeah, suppose."
Getting up was hard, like trying to get up for school on a cold day, the sheets so snug and warm, luring you back to sleep. But we managed to will ourselves to getting up and leaping into the lake. After we cleaned up we swam back to our towels and clothes. Scott snatched up my stuff and ran off, and I chased him, into the trees, laughing at his little stunt, and hoping to get my stuff before we were seeing cavorting naked among the trees. I suppose I should have gone back to the tent to get my other clothes, but hey, we were naked and this was fun, so I didn't think of it.
He stopped after only a few moments, our sexual exertions had tired us out a little. Not surprising, after the physical and emotional effort we put into our coupling, to make it extra special. We dried off and got dressed in our shorts, slinging our towels and shirts (which hid our soiled underpants) over our shoulders.
"Hey, kids, where are you?" Scott's dad's voice boomed out. There was no concern in the voice, just a father curious about where his kid was.
As we jogged back Scott suddenly pushed me against a tree and kissed me. Then he said:"Cory, I love you so much. I want us to be boyfriends forever! Please say yes!"
"Oh yes, Scott. A thousand times yes."
Then we exploded through some bushes and trees and were back at the camp, my dad taking snapshots of the wilderness in the morning light with his camera.
He regarded us sternly and said:"You're in for it now, boys!"
Our hearts almost stopped. Oh shit! Were we found out?
"Looks like they don't want breakfast, Bill," my dad said. "I don't see any firewood in their hands, do you?"
Snapping to attention we gave our best salute and scampered off to find some!
THE END (Of this chapter, at least)