Hittin' the Spot

Chapter One

I pumped the top on the lid of the carafe, hearing the hiss and gurgle of the dark rich java explode into my cup. Even through the thick Styrofoam and cardboard wrap, my hands sensed the heat. I tentatively held the cup as I made my way back through the Ambrosia Coffee House and Bakery, a watering hole outside the Weldorn University.

It was the start to another long day of study and class, or perhaps a continuation of the day before, I thought, as I rubbed my bleary eyes and stifled back a long yawn.

When did I last sleep? I needed to get through the next few weeks on little shut-eye, then rest and relaxation as long as I wanted. Oh, the idea of lying on the couch until whenever sounded great.

Finals were a few weeks away and my path to freedom lay so close. Three more projects to hand in and the Bachelor’s of Science in Hotel Management would be mine.

A new hotel had opened in Bangkok, and I was waiting for their acceptance letter in an email. My future looked damn good; nothing could go wrong.

I sat down at one of the small tables looking out through the heavy tinted glass window on Broadview Avenue, and I watched the cars, bicycles, and buses stream out of sight. I caught the glimpse of bus #32, the route out to the Weldorn University, but decided to wait for the next one, or perhaps even the one after that. I didn’t need to be at school until 2 PM and I had plenty of time to get there.

I stirred in a couple of packets of sugar, but the coffee’s flavor tasted strange. Remembering a friend’s little secret, I splashed a dash of salt in the cup. This time the coffee tasted better.

The heavy tinted windows reflected my weary student visage, perhaps mocking me. Thin but not gaunt, I rarely went outside so my pallor was pasty white. My brown wavy hair needed a comb, but every other inch of my body I had shaved clean. A boyhood idiosyncrasy of mine, but I hated hair anywhere but on my head.

Glancing down at my phone, I paged through old emails. Another couple of sips and the caffeine began to work its wonders.

I glanced up to see a guy’s image in the window. Tall, windblown (even in the tinted glass I could tell he sported a deep bronzed tan), and rough.

 “Nate? Nathan Reynolds?” An odd and familiar voice called out.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I answered without knowing who. I would have said that to a stranger or my own dad.

“Dude, it’s me. Jonny!” The voice said at a higher pitch.

I swung around in my chair and stared at my best friend from high school, well, until he moved away our senior year.

I thrust my hand out and shook his, a firm if not a sweaty grip. I did not know for sure if he was nervous, but as I recognized my old friend. I became anxious.

“How long has it been?” I stammered. I waved to the chair next to me and he swung it around and sat down, facing the back.

“Shit! It must be at least five years. No, maybe it was only four. Christ, it is so good to see you.”

“Jon, you’ve got some time? I got a couple of hours to kill and I would love to catch up.”

“It’s Jonny and you know that.” He said and winked at me. “And I have nowhere to go.”

He got up to pour himself a big cup of coffee and sat back down as he did before.

Jonny, my best friend from 2nd grade up until he moved away in the first months of our senior year in high school, hadn’t changed. He lived a few blocks from my dad’s old farmhouse and we would spend our days fishing, hunting, and screwing around in the forty acres of dense pine trees behind his house.

“Do you remember the time we built a fort in that forest behind your folks’ house?” I asked Jonny.

“Sure do. Man, we had fun. All those nights we spent out there with the campfire and catching perch from Grossman’s pond.” He smiled as he reminisced. His bright smile, with perfect white teeth, brought back memories. Everything about Jonny was perfect.

The foppish fussed brown hair, dimpled cheeks, light sprinkles of freckles on his cheeks… and what I most liked was that his honey brown tan turned me on. His skin seemed to glisten like the surface of a lake under the fading sun.

“I don’t remember how many times we went swimming in that pond, coming out smelling like an old wet burlap sack.”

“Your mom would get so mad at us, our clothes drenched.” I chuckled, thinking back to the numerous times he and I would go swimming without taking our clothes off.

Were we shy? I know I was. Just the idea of seeing Jonny naked made me feel weird.

“Hell, towards the end we stripped down to nothing, to escape the wrath of my mom.” Jonny nodded, remembering as well.

“I guess,” I said, trying to recall.

I didn’t remember us ever going skinny dipping, but sometimes people have different memories than me. I remember seeing Jonny naked; he always had a great body.

“We would run through the trees nude, back to our little fort screaming and howling like wild monkeys.” he said.

 “All good times, right? I cannot count how many nights we spent back in those woods.”

Peering out to the bustling road, I recalled those easier days when the only thing we worried about was crafting a good lie to our parents so that we could sleep out in the fort all weekend.

“I’ll say. We were so naïve back then. Damn, we would do things that would get us into so much trouble today.” I shot back, pondering all the wild stunts we did together.

“Remember the time where I bet you could stick six hot dogs in your mouth?” Jonny said wryly.

“Yup. I got five in there pretty good but that sixth one almost made me choke to death.”

“I came to your rescue!”

“All I recall was you coming up from behind and slapping my back, pumping me hard. A real waste of six hot dogs, although I wasn’t really all that hungry afterwards.” I replied.

“I have to admit something. I wanted to see you with six hot dogs in your mouth.”

I shook my head in derision, breaking the revelry I got up and returned with two fresh mugs of coffee. 

Chapter Two

I stirred in two packets of sugar, feeling the effects of the coffee build up in me.

“Anyhow, Nate, so what are you doing out here?” Jonny asked between sips of his fresh coffee. His hands folded the cardboard wrapper into a little origami dog.

“I’m taking a full ride out at the university. And you?” I replied.

He was always creative. He was a doer and I was a follower and that was that. He would write wild stories and I would read them back to him in all the funny voices he fashioned.

He was the kid that everyone wanted to be around. I, on the other hand, was that kid that melted into the background. He would be on the golf and tennis team, while I sat in the library fucking around and not doing much.

“That’s awesome, Nate. I’m working for my dad down at his law office, just keeping his computers going and running CAT-5.” He moved the little dog around the table and we both chuckled at the origami caricature.

“Are you going to school?” I asked him.

“My old man wants me to go out east to some stuffy Ivy League, but I told him I wanted to save up for a few years. It’s a good dodge. To be honest, I’m unsure what I want to do right now.”

Finding I had burned through the sugar on the table, I walked over to the next, grabbing a fistful – I might be here a while. As I turned back towards our table, Jonny was staring at me as if he could see right through me.

“You’re just like your old self, still pale as a ghost and skinny as a rail.” Jonny said in reflection.

I sneered with derision. Sitting back down, I tore open the packets of sugar and found my hands quivering slightly. I quickly poured the packets into the coffee and slid one hand into my pocket and the other underneath the table.

“I always wished I could be like you. Christ, I tried the sun tanning booths and all that it got me is nasty, red sunburn.”

My friend stroked his five o’clock shadow, a rich fuzzy brown beard. “What else is going on, man?”

“Finished high school and jumped right into college, nothing else. You?”

“I went down for three months to Cabo and that was a fuckin’ blast. I never thought it was possible to be drunk for a month, but I proved it could be done.”

“I bet you saw some action down there?” I leaned forward, putting my chin into my palm and resting my elbow on the table. I was envious, once again, of Jonny.

I studied his bearded face; still looking as he did he did in ’16. I never could grow any facial hair and around my freshman year started shaving. I eventually shaved everywhere -- a nice smooth and clean body. That was the excuse I made up, at least, and now I practiced it religiously. The only hair was on my head.

“There was a ton of bodies down there, gyrating and undulating in the heat!” Jonny whispered. He glanced towards the ceiling as he told me about many of nights hooking up with girls. I would have thought them bullshit stories from anyone but Jonny. He was the guy that could just get away with fucking three girls a night, often in pairs or paring one against the other.

“I wish I could have been down there, doing some of that!” I tried to imagine the shit that he got himself into.

“No you don’t, Nate. It was great for a while, but to be honest I had more fun camping in the woods behind my dad’s house.” Jonny wrinkled his face sourly and punted the paper shaped dog into the trashcan.

“Can I ask you a serious question, Jonny?”

“Yeah, man, anything. Shoot!”

“Do you remember the last few times we went out camping, just before you moved away?”

“Sure do.” Jonny smiled and gave me that searing stare again.

“I mean... Well, do you remember anything odd about that last night?” I felt really awkward asking and I wasn’t sure how he was going to take it. My memories had haunted me for the last five years and I always told myself if I ever saw Jonny again, I would have to ask the question.

“You mean the time we slept together?” Jonny said without hesitation or conflict.

Chapter Three

I choked on my coffee, spitting some of it back into my cup. “Well, we didn’t really sleep together.” I countered.

He gave me a wrinkled grin and said, “Oh okay. We didn’t sleep together in the sense of having sex, but we did lie together in the same sleeping bag. Is that better?”

I chortled nervously. I didn’t know what to say or do. That memory had haunted me and I had more than one dream about what it meant.

“I am sorry to bring it up, but that has bugged me forever.” I told him honestly. I bit my lower lip, trying to control my emotions as they churned inside my gut. My stomach felt like it was home to a nest of big thick sticky worms, wriggling and churning trying to find a way out.

“You know those stories I told you of Cabo? Of the hot chicks and me screwing ‘em. Well, they weren’t all girls. Many of them were guys!”

I peered around the mostly empty coffee house, noticing a few girls giggling in the corner pointing at their phones and a hipster thumbing through some ratty book. No one seemed to hear or care about what Jonny just said.

“Jesus!” I blurted.

Again, I looked around the room but no one seemed to give two shits of what Jonny and I were talking about.

“I never thought you were gay.” I said incredulously, still looking around to be sure no one was listening. Of course, no one cared!

“I’m what people, and how I like to call myself, pan-sexual.”

I thought hard on what he said then mumbled, “I never heard of that before; pan-sexual?”

“I enjoy sex with both guys and gals, and even guys who like to be gals. And I really like girls pretending to be guys. It’s just a pure sexual thing – it’s about the energy, and not about who is what.”

I was speechless.

“Nate, I told myself if I ever saw you again I would be completely honest about those last night together.” He stammered on the last words and for the first time I could see he had trouble formulating what he was going to say.

“To be honest, I am really hot for you. I hoped when we met again, like now, that you would look just like you did when we last were together.”

I bit my thumb hard; I had to. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jonny actually was into me. For the last five years, I thought it was all my imagination.

I was sure I was the kid that was fucked in the head.

“You don’t know how many nights I stared at the ceiling, wondering. I tried to find you on social media, even used the old telephone book -- I looked for your family, even some relatives, but nothing.”

Jonny snorted. “It was my dad. He found a letter I was writing to you. Nothing sappy or full of shit. Just something I wanted to give to you.”

“Really?” I felt myself blush. What the fuck? Was I some little schoolgirl?

“He thought I was going through a phase. We moved to the other side of town and he watched me like a hawk for a couple of years. He thought I would forget about you.”

“I could never forget that last night.” My voice quavered a bit thinking back to the last time I saw Jonny.

Chapter Four

I sat sipping coffee and my mind wandered back through the years...

It was a Friday night, towards the end of August, when the night air was getting chilly. We had hiked out to our fort, set up camp, and went down to the pond to see if we could catch some fish.

Jonny was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, with baggy denim pants. I remember his golden tan seemed to radiate like a magic halo. He bent over and his ass was hard and firm. Even better, I could see up his shirt and ripped abs. The fine little golden hair on his stomach gave me the chills.

I was the nerd, of course, in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. I grimaced thinking how I must have appeared to him. Like some fuckin’ dork with high white socks and running shoes. I even still wore a watch; how dumb was that?

After we set up camp, we hunted around for campfire wood. At some point, even though it was just in the high 60s, Jonny took his shirt off, so I was forced to as well.

He was the hot jock all the girls were after, following him down the halls of school like the ripples of a boat on a placid lake.

I, on the other hand, was skinny and ghostly pale. I could have been a fifteen-year-old boy the way I appeared.

We gathered two huge piles of sticks and branches, more than enough to burn for a night. Then we put our shirts on and hiked down to the pond.

We fished until it got almost dark, and just as the frogs and insects started chirping in the hazy twilight, I slipped along the beach and fell head over heels into the lake. It was only a few feet deep, but I was drenched from head to foot.

I slowly pulled myself out of the water, covered with pond scum. Mom was right, I smelled like an old sack. That smell instantly made me remember of seeing Jonny exactly the same way, and I knew in that instant I wanted him.

We dashed back to camp while we had a bit of light. After we reached the fort, Jonny started to build up the fire. I stood by the glowing embers and shivered so loudly my teeth chattered.

I remember him saying, “Get out of those clothes and we can get them dry by the fire.” Something like that, anyway.

I stripped down until I was completely naked and when Jonny saw me, his eyes travelled up along my hairless skinny legs, lean tummy, to my dazed appearance. I must have looked like a zombie.

I placed my clothes near the fire then crawled into my sleeping bag.

Jonny got into his, but he kept staring at me and starting up odd conversation.

“Are you cold? Man, its cold out tonight! You sure you are warm enough?”

I eventually admitted that I was still freezing. Without hesitation, Jonny crawled out of his sleeping bag and slipped into mine.

I was still naked!

He hugged me for the longest time, rubbing my arms and thighs. His hands caressed my stomach -- God, I had to use every bit of effort not to get a chub. Luckily, I thought of my dad’s new girlfriend.

“Are you warm now?” Jonny whispered to me.

“Getting there,” I replied softly. His fucking hot breath in my ear spun me around like a top.

It was at that moment when our lips brushed up against each other. I think both of us were shocked; at least I was. Our eyes were inches apart, but in the dappled darkness accentuated by the flickering fire, I couldn’t see his expression.

We kissed. It was soft and tentative.

My body was consumed by a raging fire and I had to roll away from Jonny as my cock gorged itself with blood. I don’t know what his expression was, nor did I ask.

We spent the rest of the night together in the same sleeping bag, but we didn’t say a word.

Around 5 AM, I got up and put my clothes back on and sat waiting for the sun to come up, and for Jonny to wake up.

To this day, I can close my eyes and see him sleeping there, his creamy golden skin and flaxen hair, mussed and tumbled.

I so wanted to crawl back into the sleeping bag and make love to him.  To feel his hands grip me hard and force his cock into my ass.

Chapter Five

“Nate! Nate?” Jonny said softly but firmly.

My reminiscing shuttered and reality rushed back in again.

“Sorry, I was just thinking of that last night together.”

“Man, you were hot that evening. I got to say that watch you wore was a fucking come on.”

“Really? Why?”

“I don’t know, but when I saw you naked in front of me, all I wanted to do is fuck you.”

“Christ!” I whispered to him.

“Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have said it like that. Maybe, I should just keep my big mouth shut.”

“No. No. I have to tell you, Jonny, I wanted you that night. I so didn’t want to turn away.”

“I thought you were afraid, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want it forced and I didn’t want you get scared thinking I was seducing you.”

My hand reached across the table and lightly touched his open hand. Our eyes met, just like on that night around the fire.

This time, we both understood. I was no longer naive, not that I had ever had any similar experience. I was still a virgin, even with girls.

“I am glad I found you.” Jonny said. “To be honest, I have been looking for the last year. Coming back to our old neighborhood. Asking around.”

“My dad moved away a couple years back and now I live on the campus.” I finally returned to my coffee, finding it cold.

I got up and decided we should have water instead, as the five cups of coffee was making me crazy in the head. The caffeine was thrashing the shit out of my mind, making me think just crazy fuckin’ thoughts.

“Why are you staring at me like that, dude?”

“You’ll think I’m creepy, but I really want to get to know you again. Hang out if you want.”

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“How about this weekend we go camping?” Jonny took one of the cups of water, sipping at it. He licked his lips and I wasn’t so sure he didn’t do that on purpose.

“I don’t have any gear -- Haven’t camped since my senior year.”

“I got all the stuff, and a chest of cold brews.”

“Sounds awesome, Jonny. Any place in mind?” I replied coyly. Was he seducing me? Was he luring me up into the woods just to fuck me? Part of me wanted that, yet another part had its reservations.

If he is trying to fuck me, why me? Damn, I mean, he is really hot and I am just this skinny, naive virgin. He could have any guy he wanted, so part of me was asking ‘why me’?

“Have you been to Georgeson’s trail? It’s the big forest reserve twenty miles from here.”

“I have heard of it, but never been there.”

“It’s a great hike and there is this small pond two-thirds up this old path. You’ll love it.”

“Okay. Want to meet here on Saturday around 7 AM?”

“See you then, Nate. Here is my number, call me if you need to get in touch. I’ll see you later.”

I gave him my phone number and added his name to my contact list.

I looked at my watch. Yup, and noticed I was going to be late for class. Where did the last four hours go?

“I’m going to be late to class if I don’t grab this next bus!” I stuttered, running for the door.

“Okay, Nate. I’ll see you then...” He may have said more but that is all I heard as the door closed behind me and I screamed at the deaf bus driver already pulling away from the stop.

I made the bus and got to school in time, but the week was just started and I had to wait five days to relive my most haunted adolescent memory.

Several times throughout the week, I wanted to call Jonny up and cancel.

What was I thinking? 

I knew you could never go back and change things, and what were the chances of him and I finally getting together? Dreams and aspirations were always so much better than reality, and I was almost afraid of going ahead only to realize that it wasn’t what I thought it would be after all these years.

I was more nervous than all the blind dates I had gone on, added together.

Every weekend was a two-day vacation for the students of Weldorn University, even if they did have classes on Saturday. It was an unspoken tradition that everyone kicked back and relaxed, watching sports and drinking beer. Those who studied or read assignments were labeled at the school as nerds.

I watched the clock like a hawk glaring at a rabbit hole; the hands ticked around the dial slowly. I pleaded with time to hurry up. I paced and swore as each day wore on.

Going home Friday night, I took the bus to the village and jogged over to the pharmacy. I needed to pick up a few things that I really hoped I would get to use this weekend. After rummaging around in aisles I never been on, I paid the cashier and stuck a wad of condoms in my pocket.

Chapter Six

I got up Saturday morning, determined to see this through. I had a vague feeling I was going to be disappointed, that somehow Jonny was just playing a gag on me. I hoped that I wasn’t just wasting my weekend because I could really have spent the time in the library rather than some sandy, bug-infested campsite.

I sat nervously, staring out at the parking lot then checking the time.  Was he going to stand me up?

I waited at the coffee shop, having three espresso shots on top of the coffee. I was so wired my stomach rolled around like a cowboy clown, not just from the caffeine but now with the worship of seeing my truly first love... Strike that, lust!

Sharply at seven, a mud-covered black Jeep roared into the parking lot. It was one of the newer Jeeps, not like the good old days and classic style, but it still must have cost Jonny 40K.

“Hey, man. Sorry I was late but I had to get ice and fuel the monster up.” Jonny said waving me over.

I got into the passenger’s side and without hesitation; he sped off, quickly jumping on the freeway and heading north toward the national forest reserve.

Neither one of us said much on the way up. Several times, I would comment on a sports car speeding past us, but Jonny seemed like he was in a zone.

“Everything okay, Jonny?” I asked him after the third time at trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah, I guess I am lost in thought. I’ll be okay once we hit the hiking trail.”

“You looked a bit drained. Were you up last night late?”

“Hell, on a Friday night I never get to bed until at least three and I was in the parking lot just after seven.”

“Partying or just with friends?” I hoped I wasn’t being too contentious in my conversation.

“It started out just partying down at the Bonfire Five. Do you know the place?”

“I heard of it, but never been there. A pretty rough part of town to be out on a Friday night.”

“There’s only two kinds of places, dude -- the safety of the bed or out where shit is going down.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a roll of brightly colored ribbed condoms and lubricant. I hoped that when he saw them, he’d agree that we would be using the whole lot them this weekend. Over the last few days, my mind raced through all the combinations of conversations and how each would play out. Each ended with me getting laid, for the first time; to the guy I had wanted to fuck five years ago.

On Tuesday, I went to the local market and bought three unripe green bananas. I practiced putting condoms on them, and then licking and giving head. I wanted to get used to the taste and texture.

I even tried one up the ass, but it really didn’t feel pleasurable and I wondered if that was how it was going to be with his cock.

“So what color do you like? I am beholding to the cherry one.”

Jonny gave me that awkward glance. “Oh, you won’t be needing those this weekend.”

It was like someone hit me in the stomach with a sledgehammer.

“Shit! Sorry, man, but I just figured the way we talked that...“

“Nate, I may have led you on. I’m sorry about that. It’s going to be a great weekend and the perch will be biting in the lake too.”

The rest of the trip up to the park, we rode in silence. I began to realize that the five days of waiting for this trip would seem like a walk in the park compared to this overnight jaunt. The awkwardness was so palatable; you could have cut slices with a dull knife.

We got out of the Jeep and hoisted the gear on to our backs.

“Which way towards the camp?” I said, dejected.

“Dude, brighten up. We’re going to have a blast up there.”

“Sure. Sure. I am sorry about my comment in the Jeep.”

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just have some fun. There is going to be no one for miles up by the lake this time of year.”

We walked in silence, and every now and then Jonny pointed out a rabbit, hawk, or squirrel. I spotted some late fall flowers and told him about them, but it was a rather boring three-hour march.

We got to camp and pitched the tent, each of us having our own sleeping bag.

I cursed myself for thinking that it would be anything like my long daydreams I had.

“Go easy on the beer; I only brought a six pack.”

I looked down at my fourth one, three dead ones lying at my feet.

I had waited five years for this. The alcohol worked through my body just like the caffeine earlier in the day. Unlike the coffee, the liquor also dropped my inhibitions as much as it raised my desire to have Jonny.

I looked over to the kid I first fell in lust with a half decade ago. He was fixing the fire by the tent, looking exactly as he did that night so long ago.

I dug a few holes in the ground with the heels of my boot. I slammed my fourth beer back and dearly hoped he had something more hidden. Feeling like a fifth wheel as Jonny got the camp put together, I paced around and looked toward the lake. Jonny just finished the fire pit, lining it with rock and a bed of tried leaves and small twigs.

He lit the kindling and the fire snapped and sizzled.

I moved down the path going towards the water, shouting over my shoulder I said, “...Going to the lake and skipping a few stones!”

“I’ll be up here getting everything ready. I hope you like supper.”

The path was steeper than I thought and more than once, I found myself in a cloud of dust and on my ass. The beer probably didn’t help.

The last stone on the steep path slipped underneath my boots and I fell headfirst in into the lake’s reeds, feeling the cold waters engulf me.

With a great splash, I lunged out of the pond, feeling the breeze strip what remaining heat from my body. Coughing and spitting lake water, I let lose a line of profanity.

“Hey! You okay down there? Need help?” Jonny’s alarmed voice echoed through the desolate forest.

“Yeah, you know me. I slipped and fell into the goddamn water again. Soaking wet.”

I clawed my way back up into camp to see Jonny giving me the quizzical little smile of his. I was soaked to the bone, just as I was five years ago.

“You haven’t changed a bit! Ya better take your clothes off and hang them by the fire.”

I didn’t bring another pair of pants, figuring I didn’t need them.

I unbuttoned my shirt, taking it off as well as my T-shirt. Then I wiggled out of my jeans, as they stuck to me like a thick layer of paint.

I wrung the water from my hair and bashfully asked if he had any more of the beer.

“Beers gone, but I have Jack if you want?”

“Sure.” I reached for the bottle but Jonny didn’t let it go immediately. I tugged on it a few times, my icy cold fingers slipping on the brown bottle.

With a grunt, I pulled the bottle from Jonny’s grasp.

I opened the cap and took the bottle into my mouth. I didn’t drink any yet, but eased it back and forth. My eyes caught Jonny, who stared at me.

I let a few swallows of the hot liquor down my throat, a bit gagging even though it was real smooth. I pumped the bottle like I had practiced with the green bananas. I offered him the whiskey.

Without a missed beat, he stuck the bottle into his mouth, taking the glass stem all the way down to the fatter bottle. He drank too, letting most of it drip from his mouth onto the ground.

I think he was a bit tipsier than I was, but I wasn’t going to stand out in the woods fucking naked and drink whiskey. “I’m heading for my sleeping bag.”

“Stop! I think you have been misled.”

“I’m confused?”

“Don’t you want to get warmed up? We have time for the sleeping bags later. Wouldn’t you rather have me do that?” He said sheepishly.

“I thought you said we weren’t going to be using the condoms and lubricant this weekend?”

Jonny beamed me a mocking smile, “We’re not. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

Chapter Seven

He rifled through my pockets in my wet jeans. Pulling out the condoms and the bottle of lube, he tossed them in the fire.

“Shit man, that cost me twelve bucks!”

“Get over here!” He said in a new demanding voice.

I stood my ground, looking pretty confident considering the fact that I was naked.

“I’m going to feel my meat slide up you without even the thinnest sheep skin between my dick in your ass.” Jonny said giving me that wicked stare.

With my feet splayed wide, I gestured to him to come to me instead.

Jonny stood without moving, smiling at me. He had that hunger in his eyes that I have seen in so many raunchy porn videos.  The man pondering how he was going to fuck his long sought out prize.

“You want to come over here and try sucking on my cock?” I brazenly asked Jonny.

“Listen, Nate, we need to settle something right up front. Who is going to be on top? And who is going to be on the bottom? I will be blunt; I am going to own you. I am going to force you on your knees to suck my cock. By the end of the night, you will be begging me to stop as I ravage your ass.”

I stood there rebelliously. I knew he wanted me bad, just as bad as I wanted him. It was a showdown, but I was in the weaker position.

First, I was shivering my ass off, and second he was closer to the fire. I waited perhaps ten seconds, maybe even less, before I slumped my shoulders and slunk my way to him.

“Get on your knees now, bitch.” Jonny said with evil delight.

I got on my knees and began to stroke my cock, wanting to show him how big it could get. I rubbed the tip enjoying the throbbing in my hands.

“Did I tell you to touch your prick?”

“No,” I whimpered to him.

“Suck my cock and do it lightly. If not, I will fuck you right now!” Jonny told me harshly. Was that a threat or a come on?

I took it as a challenge and grabbed his ass cheeks, forcing his large cock down my throat. I felt my tongue roll over his thick head, my tongue rasped over Jonny’s tip feeling the cleft at the end of his shaft.

Oh my God, I finally have Jonny’s dick in my mouth! I’ve wanted this for such a long time. I had to force my mouth open to fit it in and my first hesitation led to wanting to bite it.  I resisted my temptation and let my tongue swirl around the contours of his bulging cock.  The thick vein leading to the tip pulsed and throbbed, undulating in my mouth like a huge snake.

I squeezed his balls and bit his throbbing cock, lunging my head back and forth in deep throat.

Between my head bobbing on his hardened cock, I sneered “This the best you got?” I tried to be as tough as I could manage.

“Oh you think I’m full of shit, eh?” Jonny scolded me.

He pulled his belt free of the loops in his pants. His long brown belt had notches from the belt buckle to the other end. I could see the holes by the buckle were well-used.

He lashed his belt around my wrists, tugging on the strap as it locked securely around my arms. He then grabbed my belt lying over a fallen log, pulling it free and threading the end through the open buckle.

Now with it he made a leather lasso, he placed it over my head and down to my neck, making it a firm and strong leash.

He slipped his saliva-coated cock from my mouth and without hesitation, forced me around. He pulled hard on my belt, gagging me and bringing me to my knees.

In the cold night air, I shivered and goose bumps flowed across my naked skin. It wouldn’t be long before I was on fire, as he nudged his saliva covered prick against my asshole, sending shockwaves of pleasure to my brain.  I felt embarrassment all at once, too. It hurt a little as the head slowly went in and I felt the pressure build. He continued to push in slowly, and it continues to slide it in ever deeper.

I imagine his cock a foot long, slowly inching ever deeper into my asshole.

I had always wondered how it would feel. Years earlier, I had taken a dildo and shoved it up my ass, but this was nothing like that. His cock was hot and powerful, like a huge rubber band twisted so tight that it throbbed with power. He pushed it as far as it could go and I screamed!

I screamed into the night, the trees witness to my debasement. I didn’t care, I wanted him so badly. His dick pushed in once and then twice, but it was just lubricating my hole. He pushed hard the third time, and then let his piston shaft bounce my ass and body at full steam. 

“Fuck me, you bastard. You fucking piece of shit, is that all you got?”

There was a momentary pause and I hoped I had not bruised his ego. I always knew Jonny thought he was so cool and full of himself.

Was he already spent?

From behind me, he took the whiskey bottle and, wiping the neck free of dirt, he thrust it up my ass. I could feel the alcohol burn my tender flesh and I winced in pain.

I gurgled another wanting scream, “Oh my God, that is so hot!”

Jonny pulled it out of my ass then got his tongue to work licking and drinking the booze that squirted back out of my butt.

I sagged to the ground, but he pulled on the leather leash, forcing me back up on my ruby elbows and knees.

“Not so fast, Nate. You thought I was done?”

“Fuck me again? Harder?” I pleaded.

“Get in the tent. I want to fuck you in the there.”

I began to stand up, but the belt lashed me to the ground.

“Crawl, on your dirty fucking hands and knees.” Jonny laughed at me.

 Like a dog, I crawled into the tent and rolled over on my back. I spread my legs, beckoning him with my index finger.

Jonny tore off his shirt, revealing those incredible ripped abs and the golden hair across his chest. He pulled his pants off too, in a solid jerk of bestial fury.

My cock still throbbed and I hadn’t cum yet. My brain, although inebriated from the beer and whiskey, still knew what it wanted.

He bent down to suck my cock, but I wanted to kiss him too much. I grabbed him from behind the neck and kissed him roughly. He tried to pull away -- tried to say something, but I didn’t allow him.

Finally, gasping for air, I let him go.

“That will cost you dearly, my little twink!”

I played along and whimpered like a virgin who for the first time had her cherry popped.

He turned around and went sixty-nine on me. Each of us gorging on the other’s full throbbing cock. I lay straddled on the bed while his cock thrust down my throat.  I gagged and squirmed under his relentless passion.

I exploded in his mouth and he drank every spittle of cum as he sucked on it like a straw.

Jonny finally exploded into my mouth and I gagged like a stupid little virgin, but I quickly took my fingers, scooped up his warm cum and licked my fingers clean.

We panted together, steam rising from our naked bodies in the cool night.

I was spent, but Jonny was just getting going. It turned me on how I grunted and moaned as he handled me. I resisted him just enough for his rough hands to flip me over.

Was this all there was to it? It was the most incredible night I had ever imagined. I had for years dreamed of finding Jonny and making out with him, daring to think on a few occasions of taking him to my apartment and letting him fuck me.

My mind drifted back to my apartment where I shared it with my roommate. I picked him over the others because he looked vaguely like Jonny.

More than once, I caught myself looking at Ronan coming out of the shower. He was blonde and built too, and he was an exchange student from Scotland. His thick accent drove me wild.

I was brought back to my senses as I felt Jonny turn me over and spread my ass cheeks.

“You think we’re done, you cheap whore?”

I feebly got to my knees and elbows, now thoroughly chaffed ruby red. I wanted to think of Jonny again, but my wild imagination floated back to Ronan.

Under my breath, not more than a whisper I gurgled through clenched teeth, “Fuck me, Ronan!”

“What did you call me, bitch?” Jonny said, thinking I called him some foul name. I paid for it in the first three thrusts of his cock up my lubricated ass.

He rocked my world with his cock and each thrust I thought of Ronan doing it to me. Not that Jonny wasn’t so fucking unbelievably hot; I just like the thought of having multiple lovers.

The grass IS never as green as the other side of the fence. Even though I knew I could depend on Jonny taking me to bed every night, my mind wanted other guys.

I didn’t know if Jonny had taken a drug, but his cock never softened, and he seemed to have the staying power of a five hundred horsepower engine.

Just as I thought he was waning, sagging on my sore back, he would stiffen up again and go at it.

Finally, I screamed, “Stop. For the love of God, stop!”

Jonny collapsed on top of me, I rolled over and our eyes met.

“Christ, Nate, I never thought you would give up. I was dead five minutes ago.” He stroked my chin and kissed me lightly on the lips. His tongue dashed around my face, and he kissed my nose, forehead, and cheek.

I didn’t tell him that he was Ronan for the last ten minutes, but it was super hot to think I had sex with two great-looking guys. Twenty-two years of nothing and then in one night, I got to fuck two great guys – well, at least in my imagination.

Being equally spent and very much drunk, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up at some point to find Jonny had moved off to his own sleeping bag.

I felt like I had been hit by a bus and gingerly redressed into my slightly damp clothes. It was the sort of feeling that you get after a long run, sore but energetic. I felt like a door had been flung open that had been barred too long. The bad part was now I had this hunger that needed to be quenched... And I was already hungry.

Chapter Eight

I crawled out of the tent to find Jonny tending the fire, a pot of coffee and some fried fish waiting for me. The fish turned my stomach, but I greedily grabbed the coffee when offered.

“I hope you didn’t take anything I said last night to heart, Nate?” Jonny passed me a tin cup of coffee. I breathed in the first half cup, begging for more.

“No, I found it really hot. You can fuck me every weekend.”

Jonny ignored my reply, poking at the fire and said, “I get a bit belligerent when I’m drunk and when I saw you naked like that. Well, it brought back all those memories of us as teenagers.”

“Shit, I can’t wait until next weekend. Can I be the dominate one?” I said, winking at him.

“Well, here’s the thing. I have always dreamt what it would be like with you. For years, I carefully planned out finding you, seducing you, and then eventually fucking you. It was great, but now I have conquered what I came for. It’s time to move on.”

I stared at him in disbelief. What was he saying to me? We find each other after five years and he fucks me one time and then moves on?

“Move on?” I spat.

“Don’t get pissed off, man. Joe, Gill, Jacob, they are all the same. Guys I have met in the past and wished I could have spent a night with.”

“Ain’t I good enough? I could do better next time. I admit it, I was a virgin.” I stumbled on my words as I saw my dream slip away.

“Don’t go fucking girly on me, Nate. It was a great time last night, but I am a one-night guy. I never fuck the same hole twice. Didn’t do it in Cabo and not doing it here.”

I fell silent. A million thoughts rushed through my head. “Does your dad know about your flings?”

Jonny got real quiet. He stared at me. It wasn’t like the feral lust as before, but a cold rage.

“Listen, Nate, let’s just keep it to this. We had a great time, but it’s over. Unless you shut up, you can find your own ride home.”

I stewed on the thought but said nothing more. We stayed at the campsite for a few more hours but the moment was over, for the both of us.

Quickly, we broke camp and trotted back to his Jeep.

I was back at my apartment by the end of the day. Jonny wanted to give me a hug goodbye, but I shook his hand -- even that was more than I wanted to do, but some deep entrenched moral custom made me do it.

“Goodbye, Nate. It was great catching up.” Jonny said, trying to smile, but only vaguely came close with wrinkling his lips.

If he wasn’t so goddamn cute, I could have blown him off and just marked it up as a really bad weekend. Yeah, the booze made me do it, but no. It wasn’t a bad weekend at all, and the booze didn’t put me in the mood. I wanted it.

“You got me out of the closet, Jonny, and I will always be in your debt for that.”

“What did I do? You always had those feelings.”

“Jonny, you hit the spot!”

Chapter Nine

“What ar ye thinkin' abit, Jake?” Ronan asked in his thick Scottish accent, as I fudged numbers in my head.

My class in Business Accounting had gone off a cliff, fast. Actually, all of my classes floundered since that weekend up at the State Park.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about Jonny and our time in the woods. I called every day after we got back. He never returned my phone calls. I tracked down his dad, but found out that Jonny must’ve lied about the law office. The address was another coffee shop on the south side of town.

I searched the web, but he was off the grid. I grew almost frantic trying to find where he might be, returning every hour to the Ambrosia Coffee House – nothing!

After two weeks, I would’ve gotten on my knees and begged him for another fuck, right in front of all the customers.

My mind spun left, while my stomach twisted right. The need was more than hunger, it had turned to desperation so deep and carnal my mind had only that to focus upon.

“I am losing it, man. I got some serious stuff I have to work through.” I told my roommate, biting my nails.

“Wel, if thar is anythin' ah can doo fur ye, let me know.” Ronan replied as he flipped pages in his American History textbook.

He was a big kid, six-foot-one, easy, and built like a Sutherland Mariner. His long, blond locks pulled back into a three-inch ponytail, and he sported a pair of mutton chops, something you rarely see these days.

Broad-chested with big strapping arms, Ronan used his free time down at the gym pumping 350 pounds. Being able to run five miles in 35 minutes shaped his long powerful legs – and don’t get me going on his ass.

“I just can’t shake that weekend. It’s tearing me apart.”

“Yoo didn’t say whit ye wer doe in up thar. Hikin'?

“More than hiking, but I don’t know if I should get into it. We’re great roommates, friends, and I... well, don’t want to destroy that.”

“Yoo smokin’ some weed up thar? Doein' some doobs?” He said, grinning, pulling his pinched fingers away from his mouth and mimicking a drag on a doobey.

“It’s a drug, alright, but not the kind you’re talking about.”

“Shit, frend, did ye have a lassie up thar – feckin' 'er brains oot? Lass’ will doe 'at. That’s wha ah staa awa' fraom them.”

“Yeah, women can be troubled, but –”

“I don’t kno if ah ever tauld ye, but I’m bent as a three-poond note.”

My mouth fell to the ground, as Ronan casually dropped this bomb. I had roomed with him for over a year and he never said anything about his sexuality. Once again, I assumed because he was so good-looking that he was naturally heterosexual.

“Why now?”

“Why noo, frooend?”

“Why talk about being gay to me? These conversations generally end badly.”

“I see how doown in th' dumps ye ur, say ah kent it wasn’t booze, chicks, oor pot, it hud tae be a bloke.”

“He was fantastic.”

“A duud! Some’one har at skoole?”

“Naw, a friend from my old high school. Hadn’t seen him in years. It was great up there. He was great!”

“It takes tois tae jink, maan. Ye hud tae be bonnie guid in th' scratcher ‘ay.”

I forced a mocking laugh.

“Now he won’t call me or get a hold of me. There is this need.”

“I knoow aw aboot it.” Ronan said slowly.

He reached across the table with both his hands, pulling me towards him like I was a sack of five pound potatoes, kissing me. His tongue pushed through my teeth and wriggled down my throat.

He let me go and he shook his head harshly. “Fuck dood, Ah am sorry. Ah am tryin' tae help ye it an' ah doe 'at. Buck! Ah am a bad bud.”

I stood up and pulled him out of his chair, gesturing to the bathroom.

“Do you want to take a shower together?” I said through trembling lips.

“Only if ye ah can tak' ye in thar, an’ fuckin' yer brains oot!”

The hot water splattered across Ronan’s chest, running rivulets down his pecs and cascading over his six-pack abs. He doused his blond braids with the steaming jet, wringing the hair out the locks. It was a sight to behold.

I undid my belt, dropping my pants over my clean shaven legs and pulled off my underwear. As much as he was muscled, I was skinny and perhaps even frail.

He gestured for me to join him. I straddled the shower’s stall, too eager to even take my shirt off. It became another layer of my soaked skin.

He shared the spray of water, taking the nozzle from its hook. The stainless steel shower hose was long enough to encircle us both. He doused me good and then began to ravage me in the corner. His hands rummaged under my wet shirt, finding my nipples hard.

I kissed him back and our tongues raked each other’s teeth. Ronan leaned forward, arms on either side of me as he pushed me into the wall over and over in a slow methodical humping.

Breaking away with thick tethers between our gaping mouths, he went down stopping at my nipples, biting and licking them.

His right hand grabbing my swollen cock, he stroked the muscle until I reached full form. He got on his knees, grasping my snow-white ass cheeks; he thrust my cock into his mouth.

That was better than Jonny. Where Jonny liked it rough and humiliating, Ronan was soft and respectful. He bobbed on my cock until I exploded into his mouth, my moans reaching a fevered pitch.

I was more than willing to switch places with Ronan, wrestling and clawing my way over his lean form. I went down on him but I first stopped my nibbling at his pectorals, kissing the two firm opposing muscles. I wanted to stray down his lean tummy and lick at his navel, but he kept pushing me farther down.

I didn’t need to throttle his cock, as his prick already turned hard from fucking me in the ass. His cock had to be at least seven inches long of throbbing meat.

I took it all in, feeling his corona brush the back of my throat. Just as I had learned from my Jonny, I made him cum to my banging head. His hand gently placed over my scalp in a firm but personal cradle, I cherished his fingers massaging my scalp.

It was great to be skull-fucked, all under the harsh hot water steaming jets.

After both of us had consumed the other, we moved on into the bedroom, not wanting even a minute to dry off we fell into his bed soaking wet.

We tussled around, like two dogs playing in a fresh mud puddle, each trying to find the other’s soft and warm spots.

I whispered into his ear, “Will you fuck me?”

He lifted me off the bed like a sack of groceries and with deft aim, brought me straight down on his firm cock. I arched my back as he penetrated my rectum, pushing his hard meat into my glory hole.

As with a well-oiled machine, I rode his prick to new heights of pleasure. Slowly it started but as my anus muscle gave away to his huge throbbing mushroom shaped corona, I begged him to continue.

My desire and lust for the feeling was only primed by Jonny, but now I needed so much more from Ronan – and he gave it and then some!

I knew Ronan was almost at his breaking point, thrashing my one hundred and sixty-pound body down on his engorged prick. He finally exploded into me just as I was going to cry out to stop.

I rolled and toppled on top as he grabbed my long but much thinner dick.

He inched forward, rolling on top of me and going sixty-nine. His hot mouth felt good as he licked me like I was a lollipop.

We made love all night long, each taking turns pleasuring the other.

“What was that guy’s name who fucked you over?” Ronan asked as I hugged him in bed.

“Who? Oh it doesn’t matter, because Ronan, you hit the spot!”                 

The End