A Ride Home

Austin drove down the narrow two-lane road passing the Harrison farm then through the pine tree stands on each side of the road. Country music played over the radio and Austin tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the song. Focused on the road he didn’t notice how Avery, his younger brother, would look at him. They were two years apart but for Avery it felt like a larger age difference.

Avery was eighteen and a recent graduate of high school. He was going to State where Austin would be a Junior. Austin was studying agriculture science with plans on returning home to take up farming with their dad. Avery had no intention of farming, knowing it would be tough enough for Austin and he had other plans. He was going into nursing with the goal of moving to a city where he would be able to live as he wished. He would no longer have to conceal a part of himself from everyone around him. There would be no need to sit on the periphery trying not to be noticed.

Avery looked at Austin wondering about the Edwards genes, or maybe it was the Sanford genes, his mother’s side of the family, that betrayed him. Austin was five foot eleven with a body of someone who labored physically and worked out. Biceps bulged within the sleeves of the t-shirt he wore, and his broad shoulders kept it stretched tight across the chest, and there was a need to shave every day, his beard coming in thick along the chin and jaw. He had sideburns kept a little on the long side, and facial features that were strong and prominent. Avery would look at his brother whenever the thoughts would not go away, for he couldn’t imagine how he could be from the same parents. The only physical attribute he had greater than Austin was his height, at six foot two. But he was skinny, long armed, long legged, and long necked. He looked a fraction of the size of Austin and his features were more like his mother’s, softer, boyish, down to the near hairless body and infrequent need to shave and only a little over his chin and along the very edge of his jaw. They shared a blonde hair color, but Austin’s was a dirty blonde, and to Avery’s eyes looked more manly, whereas he had the lightest blonde hair.

Avery looked at his brother with a jealously that embarrassed him. He had almost accepted a different university, but the out of state tuition was ridiculous, and State had a good program, so he accepted his fate. He would be in the freshman dorms while Austin would be dorms for juniors and seniors on the other side of campus, so he was assured some separation from him.

“When we get there, try to loosen up little brother. You’re a graduate and should party with the rest of us. You know, have some fun,” said Austin with his customary laid back tone.

“Okay,” Avery replied, smiling back. He knew Austin would never do anything to hurt him. Just the opposite, he had always tried to include him, or encourage him in anything he attempted. There had been the art and photography classes and Austin still had the photograph of the hawk soaring over Blackwater Creek on his wall. There had been the trips to the library when Austin got his driver’s license and the camping trips to the mountains or down to the campground on the barrier island at the beach to their south.

Austin slowed, then turned on Gin Mill Road. It was a narrow-unmarked slag road that cut through more pine stands until it came out to McKinsey farm. Levi McKinsey had called their gang together for a cookout and bonfire at his family’s farm. Levi was one of Austin’s closest friends, the two of them so alike in so many ways. Both the oldest of their families and both going to take up farming with their fathers, although Levi was doing it already, since he wasn’t going to college.

“Who will be at the party?” asked Avery.

“Not sure, but Levi invited Savannah, of course, Ella, Nathan, Parker and Todd.”

“He still trying to get Savannah to go out with him?”

“Yep, and he may have his shot.”

“She break up with that Roberts boy?”

“That is what Levi told me.”

“And Parker will be here too?”

Austin frowned, for he knew Parker had taken his joking around too far last time he had been around Avery. Parker had apologized when he realized his error, but one look over and Austin knew Avery had not forgotten it, nor trusted Parker not to do it again. Parker was a joker, one who played tricks on his friends. Most knew it was all just fun to him but occasionally he took it too far, like last Christmas break with Avery.

“You know he was just joking around. I know he goes too far, and he did apologize to you.”

“I know, but-“ Avery replied, letting the but hang between them. There was something about Parker, and that other boy who hung out with him. The other boy had moved to the area last fall and shortly after, Parker and he were inseparable. Avery couldn’t remember the other boy’s name, but he could picture him. Where Parker was about Austin’s height, the other boy was a little shorter. And where Parker had a lean muscular build, the other boy was stocky, more muscular. They both had a tanned skin tone and light brown hair. And Avery found them attractive, so he had watched them last Christmas at Nathan’s party. How they interacted, how they whispered to each other or stayed together the entire night, neither flirting with one of the girls. It made Avery wonder about them. To imagine scenarios where they were like him, both gay, and he pictured them together, physically, sexually, intertwined bodies that were naked and hot, skin glistening wetly.

“But?”

“But nothing. Is that other boy going to be here too?”

“Clay?”

“Is he the one who moved here last fall?”

“Yeah, and Parker and he hit it off as friends. I’m sure he’ll be with Parker. I’m not sure who else will come. I asked Todd and Lisa to come.”

“Lisa Gilbert?”

“Yes.”

“She’s the one you want to ask out, isn’t she?”

Austin smiled, then chuckled.

“Busted. Yep, she’s the one. What about you? Have you met anyone? I know fall will be here before you know it and you can not worry what anyone thinks about the person you want to ask out, and you could just date in the meantime…you know, just for fun.”

Avery couldn’t help but notice how Austin said it, neutral in the pronoun and he wondered if his brother knew, or suspected his little brother was gay. It made him anxious to think of it but there were times he wished Austin knew. Maybe they would talk one night soon, but for this one night he wasn’t going to dwell on it.

“I know but I don’t meet many around here. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, it is limited pickings, that’s for sure,” Austin replied, smiling at Avery as he slowed to turn into the McKinsey place.

Avery sat at the edge of the firelight, just out of line with the others. He looked over the low burning remains of the bonfire at the others sitting around it. There were empty plates and beer bottles and cans scattered around camp chairs and on the picnic table, the remains of their cookout were spread out. Music played over speakers hooked to Levi’s laptop and unlike earlier when it was blasting music, it now played softly, background noise to the conversations happening among the group.

Austin and Lisa sat next to the picnic table, the two of them having been in charge of getting it set up, and to their left sat Levi and Savannah. Behind them the grill was just out of the light and had finally stopped smoking. Nathan, Todd, and Ella were on a blanket to Avery’s left and to his right sitting on the grass was Parker and Clay.

Despite his fears, Parker and Clay had been low key, with none of their usual antics. But Avery sensed something was going on between the two of them. Watching them now talking in whispered hushed voices that no one else could hear, he was sure of it. A laugh, then another and Avery turned to see Todd and Ella laughing at something Nathan had said or done, for even in the amber glow of the fire, it was evident he was red in the face with embarrassment. Avery leaned back, stretching out his long torso realizing that even though he didn’t feel a part of the group, neither did he feel left out or ignored. He had played cornhole with Parker, competing with Todd and Clay, and Levi got him to help with the grill, then Lisa had asked him to sit with Austin and her. After finishing his hamburger and going for one of the ice cream bars, he had moved to his current seat, away from everyone. He wanted to give Austin space and it let him watch everyone. See how other guys reacted around each other, for at times it seemed an alien thing to him, like he was missing some trait that enabled him to be a social animal.

“Hey Avery, you’re going to State too, right?” asked Parker.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Avery replied.

“You going to room with Austin?” asked Clay, smiling mischievously for he knew they would not.

“Hell, no. I’ll be in the freshman dorms.”

“Fresh meat dorms,” Parker uttered, and Clay hushed him while trying not to laugh.

“You transferring to State this fall,” asked Avery, ignoring the comment.

“No, I’ll transfer to U of F,” Parker replied, referring to his first two years spent at the community college nearby.

“What about you?” asked Avery, looking at Clay.

“I’m transferring to U of F too.”

“You’re going to the same college?”

“Yep, it has what we both want,” replied Clay.

Avery saw it, a look from Parker toward Clay. He wanted it to be for the reason he imagined. He wanted other guys from the community to be like him. The idea of it was satisfying.

“I bet you can’t wait to get to State,” said Parker, suddenly looking at Avery with a serious expression.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“You’ll be on your own and able to meet people. Meet those who like the same things as you, and even meet those that like to party.”

“Party? I guess we’ll see since I’m in the dorm.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can find a way to have fun.”

“I hope, for I’m so bored and…”

Avery caught himself. He almost admitted to feeling lonely and knew to say it would invite questions he didn’t want to answer, especially from Austin.

“I think you just have to have that first wild time, that one time where you just cut loose, ya know?” said Parker.

“Yeah, maybe. Maybe I’ll have that wild time before I leave. Meet up with someone and have a little party right here in Oak Hill,” Avery replied, feeling some of the rebellion Parker seemed to always exude.

It made Parker and Clay laugh with him, but then Parker leaned closer to Avery, lowering his voice.

“Maybe you will, if you really want it.”

It was late, the fire burned down to glowing embers, and everything picked up by Austin, Lisa, and Levi. Todd and Ella had been gone for some time and Nathan told everyone he would catch up with them later and strolled off into the darkness. A minute later the interior lights of his Cherokee came on as he climbed in to leave.

Avery saw Austin and Lisa were talking quietly with their heads close together. They looked as if they could kiss at any moment. He realized how he was staring and diverted his gaze to his right and saw Parker and Clay watching him.

“Hey, I see how it is over there. You want us to give you a ride home?” asked Parker.

“But it’s out of your way,” Avery replied.

Parker looked over at Austin and Lisa, then back to Avery.

“You don’t really want to ride with them, do you,” asked Parker, nodding his head toward them.

“No, not really,” uttered Avery, seeing Austin and Lisa kiss.

“Well, come on, let’s leave these love birds to it,” said Clay climbing to his feet.

Avery realized Levi and Savannah were laying on the blanket and looked ready to make out.

“Okay, I’m coming,” said Avery standing up and falling in behind Clay with Parker behind him.

“Hey Austin, we’ll take Avery home,” said Parker.

Avery saw the look from his brother. It was a questioning expression, but when he smiled back, nodding his head, Austin nodded in reply and turned back to Lisa.

In the drive that led to the barn, Avery followed Clay to the passenger side of Parker’s truck. It was an old Ford, over twenty-five years old with green paint starting to fade. It was unusual to see a regular cab and not an extended cab or more popular, crew cab. Avery wondered how they would fit in it, picturing a console down the middle but when he stepped up to the door held open by Clay, he saw in the dark interior it was a bench seat, like the one in the truck his dad had when Austin and he were little.

“You get the middle,” said Clay motioning Avery to climb in.

“Thanks,” Avery replied in a sarcastic tone.

Parker and Clay didn’t climb in right away and Avery looked over to Clay then Parker and saw them strip off their shirts.

“What are you guys doing?”

“What does it look like? It’s hot as fuck, and the air conditioning doesn’t work in this old truck,” said Clay.

“It’s still warm out, so take off your shirt if you want,” said Parker.

“No, I’m fine,” Avery replied, diverting his eyes from the bare torsos. But he couldn’t keep his eyes diverted, not when Clay then Parker was sitting next to him. The dim dashboard lights were enough, just enough to let him see the two guys next to him, where he felt trapped. Clay seemed to take half the bench seat, legs spread and the left arm over the back of it. He looked down, left then right, comparing the two bodies. Clay was smooth, stocky, muscular, with pecs clearly defined and a stomach so flat the jeans gapped at the waist. Parker was leaner, but just as muscular with a trail of hair from stomach down into the jeans. And there was a little hair around each nipple and a small patch in the center of the chest and the forearms had a light dusting of hair.

“The cookout was nice,” said Clay as he put his right hand out into the wind.

“It was fun,” Parker replied.

“Well, we have all summer to get together with everyone. Lisa wants to go to the park next weekend. Go swimming and cookout, maybe even camp out if there are no evening thunderstorms in the forecast.”

“That would be fun,” said Parker as he negotiated a sweeping curve of the road as it cut through pine on both sides. “What about you? Will you go too?” he added, looking around at Avery.

“Huh?”

“You’ll come too, right? You know everyone likes you and doesn’t care about you coming,” said Clay.

“I don’t know. I guess, maybe. It depends on what Austin says.”

“Austin? Oh, hell, you don’t have to do what he says,” said Clay, tapping Avery on the left shoulder.

“Do you like to camp?” asked Parker, looking at Avery, then back to the road.

“Yes. Austin and I used to go all the time.”

“Yeah, its fun to go out into some wood and just relax. Hell, strip naked and run around like a fool, if you want.”

“What?”

“You never just took off your clothes to be naked?” asked Parker, his voice suddenly lower, more serious.

“No.”

“You still a virgin?” asked Clay.

“What? No; I mean…” Avery stammered, knowing it was obvious he was still a virgin. But how was he going to tell them he was a virgin because he wanted to fuck with guys, not girls. What would they say to that?

“God, I’m so fucking horny right now, I could…” Clay uttered, letting his unfinished sentence hang in the air.

Avery saw the truth of it, for Clay adjusted his cock and it was obviously hard, pushing up at the crotch of the worn jeans. He tried to divert his eyes, but he just had to look, to see how it stretched out to the side, thick and enticing. He felt a desire to reach out and touch it.

“Yeah, me too,” Parker whispered.

Clay looked to his left and saw Parker adjusting his cock until the head came into view, sticking up above the waistband.

“Oops, I guess I should have worn underwear,” Parker joked but doing nothing to push his cock back down inside his jeans.

“Shit, Parker, you never wear underwear,” said Clay.

“You don’t have on underwear,” Avery uttered in a low voice, not sure he was asking or just stating a fact. He wondered what it was like to be dressed so loosely, then he wondered how Clay knew Parker never wore underwear. Looking around he saw how Clay’s jean were gapped at the waist, and nothing but skin was visible just below the top of the waistband. “Do you have on underwear?” Avery asked Clay.

Clay laughed then shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t like the confinement. What about you?”

“Yes…of course.”

“Boxers or briefs?” asked Parker.

Avery looked back at Parker’s cock and saw it looked to be stretched out another inch, the head fully visible.

“I…have…on…boxer…briefs,” Avery stammered as he stared at Parker’s cock.

“Really, you wear those tight things? I bet they look sexy,” said Clay.

Avery felt Clay’s fingers toying with his hair along the neck, then a finger swirled around his left ear, and he jerked away only to find himself up against Clay.

“Can I see them?” Clay whispered.

“What? No…I don’t think so,” Avery replied. But suddenly he wanted to show them. He wanted to take off his shirt, and his jeans, and if they were willing, even his boxer-briefs. He wanted to reach over and touch Clay’s cock within his jeans, then reach over to Parker and touch that bare cock head. To run a finger around that wide flared head. His own cock flexed, and he became aware of his own growing erection.

“Why are you so shy, Avery Edwards?” asked Parker.

“I don’t know; it’s just…I’m not muscular like Austin or…you guys, and…”

“But Avery, lean guys are cute too. Todd is skinner than you and you see how he attracts the girls,” said Clay

“Yeah…I guess.” Avery was still stammering.

“You ashamed of your body?” asked Clay.

“No…not really.”

“Not really?” asked Clay.

“Are you hung like Austin?” asked Parker.

“What? How do you know Austin has a big dick?”

“P.E. We got to see each other all the time. Know who really showed and who had to be a grower. I’m a grower myself,” said Clay, adjusting his cock again, this time working the head up until it was visible.

Avery stared at the arrow shaped head and how it flexed and pushed upward another inch.

“Fuck, I’m so goddamn horny,” Clay uttered. “What about you?” he added as he reached over and put his hand on Avery’s growing cock.

“Hey, don’t,” Avery uttered but his tone wasn’t right. It was weak and not very convincing.

“Shit, Avery, I think you’re bigger than Austin,” Clay exclaimed as he gave Avery a tight squeeze.

“Seriously?” asked Parker.

“Look at it,” Clay replied as he used his left arm to put Avery in a head lock holding him upright while using his right hand to outline the long cock snaking down one leg.

“Clay, let me go,” said Avery.

Clay released Avery, turned to the open window sticking his head out.

“Avery Edwards is hung like a horse,” Clay screamed into the night.

Parker laughed, then Clay when he sat back. Avery looked left then right, shocked how the two guys were acting but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.

They grew quiet and Parker turned on Hawthorne Lane, a road that led down to Hawthorne Creek. Avery knew the road led to nowhere they needed to go. Not his house, or Clay’s. But he didn’t say anything as the headlights lit up the narrow potholed slag road with its overgrown ditches and trees that created a canopy over it.

“Avery, take it out. Let me see it,” Clay whispered, leaning closer.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You think too much, Avery. You need to act and not think about it so much. Come on, take it out. I want to see it. Parker wants to see it too.”

Avery tightened his legs together, wondering where things would lead to if he did it. If he took his cock out what would happen next?

“Come on Avery, I want to see it too,” Parker whispered.

“I don’t know,” Avery uttered, suddenly swinging his knees outward until the right one bumped Clay’s leg. It seemed to be an admission, some signal for Clay.

 Clay moved to Avery, put his lips right up to the right ear.

“Please Avery, let me,” Clay whispered as he reached up and began to undo the buttons on Avery’s shirt.

“Clay,” Avery uttered but he did nothing to stop him. He sat back and shivered when a tongue swirled around his ear, then lips moved down his neck.

Clay worked quickly, efficiently, slipping button after button free until Avery’s shirt fell open. He rubbed the lean chest and down the flat stomach. He grabbed the shirt tugging Avery forward then pushed it off the shoulders and down the arms. He used it to pin Avery’s arms slightly behind his back while moving to his chest. He kissed the left nipple, tongued it until the nub stuck out hard, then he bit down on it.

“Shit!” Avery exclaimed as he shuddered with the pain. And his cock flexed with the pleasure of it. He realized he was breathing hard, and Clay had a hand on his cock. Fingers toyed with it, manipulated along its length until squeezing the head making him moan and push up against the hand.

“Fuck, Avery, get out of this shirt,” said Clay, pulling and tugging on Avery and the shirt until it was free, tossing it in the footwell. He jerked on Avery’s legs until his ass was on the edge of seat and worked the jeans open. He tugged on them working them down. “Raise your ass,” he uttered and smiled when Avery did as he asked; letting him slip the jeans down the long legs.

Avery reached out to brace himself. One hand landed on Parker’s thigh and the other on Clay’s bare shoulder. He moved his legs as Clay asked until his shoes and socks were off, then his jeans too. He didn’t notice Parker had slowed down but realized they were off the lane when the truck bounced and rocked as Parker negotiated down to a small clearing by the creek. Avery knew the clearing, had been during the day and knew at night is was a place some came to make out, for it was out of sight of the lane. As Parker shut off the truck, Avery felt a hand on his cock, toying with it through his boxer-briefs.

“Parker, look at this fucker,” said Clay squeezing the white fabric tight around Avery’s cock.

“Shit, that’s nice,” said Parker as he reached over and ran a finger along the cock.

Avery couldn’t help it, he moaned at the touch as his cock flexed with the sensation. He leaned back, legs spread, no longer denying what he wanted. He ran a hand up Clay’s back until fingers combed into the long hair and he closed them into a fist and pushed Clay’s head down.

“Clay,” Avery whispered as he kept pushing Clay down to his cock.

Avery didn’t have to push hard, and he watched Clay slip into the footwell, push his legs apart, and move between them. He watched him lean to his cock pushing outward on his boxer-briefs, then felt the mouth on it. From the head to near the base, he felt that mouth move along his cock until he was moaning and pushing upward against it.

“You like the feel of Clay’s mouth on your cock?” Parker whispered as he rubbed a hand over Avery’s chest.

“Yes.”

“Have you thought of it before. A guy sucking your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Have you thought of doing more?”

“Yes.”

Parker turned and took Avery by the chin. Head forced back, he kissed the long neck, up to the ear, then along the jaw. Then he kissed Avery on the lips, and Avery kissed him back.

Avery kissed Parker, feeling the soft lips, the stubble of the chin, the masculine nature of it. He felt his boxer-briefs being tugged down and he raised his ass. Parker nipped the left nipple and Clay took his cock, sucking it deep into a warm mouth. He moaned, then reached out to touch them. To feel their bare upper bodies with their firm muscles. They were men, and he flexed in the warm mouth as he opened his eyes to see how the two guys were moving over him. He became aware he was the only one naked, the only one fully exposed. It increased his arousal to think of it, this submission to the guys. His willingness and he knew if they were willing, he would do so much more.

Avery wanted to feel a cock. He wanted his fingers to touch the bare flesh of a cock that was not his own. He reached for Parker, slipping his hand down beneath the torso until he felt the wet cock head. He smeared its slick over the head making Parker moan. Then he circled the head with his fingers and pushed down as far as the jeans would allow him.

The sound of slurping and sucking grew louder as Clay became aggressive in his suck. He buried his face in Avery’s crotch. He moved his lips along the long hard shaft. He sucked on the head, tongued it, while stroking the shaft.

“Oh, I’m close,” Avery uttered, feeling like he should warn Clay.

“Pump it in that whore’s mouth,” Parker whispered in his Clay’s ear.

Avery realized there was no need to hold back. He pumped his hips upward, fucking Clay’s mouth until the surge of release shuddered him. He shook and jerked, cried out, then filled Clay’s mouth, spurting wad after wad into the suctioning mouth. He shuddered with every ejaculation until finally spent.

Clay raised up and Avery stared at the silhouette wondering what it was like to suck a cock and take the cum from it.

“Will you do me?” asked Clay.

“Yes,” Avery uttered.

Both doors flew open, and Avery was surprised to find himself being pulled around and to his back on the bench seat. Clay tugged him toward the door until his head lay over its end. He watched Clay strip off his jeans revealing his curved cock. It pointed toward the dark sky showing how aroused Clay had become. As Clay came to his head, he felt a hand slid up his thigh until tugging and manipulating his nuts. Clay’s cock hit him in the face and when he tried to capture the head in his mouth, Clay teased him, raking the cock back and forth across his face. But Clay was too aroused to keep it up and Avery found the flared head at his lips. He stuck out his tongue swiping it over the head, and it caused Clay to push forward. He kept his lips tight around the shaft as inch after inch slid through them. He was taking his first cock and he felt his own flex as fingers raked down his perineum to his opening.

Clay slow fucked Avery in the mouth. A push inward then the slow drag outward until the head of his cock was at Avery’s lips. Over and over, he pushed his cock into Avery’s mouth, as much as Avery could take.

Avery moaned at the feel of Clay in his mouth. The fullness of it and how the cock moved over his tongue or bumped the roof of his mouth. He relaxed to the cock pushing into his throat as Clay increased his speed. He closed his eyes focusing on the sensations of touch. Each one stroking his arousal. Clay’s hand on his chest, rubbing over his sensitive nipples, then pinching down on one, then the other. He moaned at the manipulation. He felt Parker climb on the seat, lifting his legs until they rested on the shoulders. He felt Parker move over him, take his legs behind the knees, and push down until he was folded in half, knees pressed against his chest, and cock at his opening. A push against its tightness as cock pushed to his throat. Another push and he tried to cry out at the pain from being penetrated for the first time.

“Breath…just breath and relax to it,” Clay whispered.

Avery slowed his breathing, taking deep breaths as cock lay still on his lips. Parker had penetrated him but had not pushed any further. Avery felt it, the tightness of his opening around Parker’s cock but after a short time, he loosened to it. With Clay’s cock in his face, he inhaled the masculine scent of him then asked for his most secret desire.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Parker.”

Avery felt Parker push inward, sinking deeper and deeper into his depths. He couldn’t imagine how big Parker’s cock was, but it felt like it would go on forever. Then he felt hips pressed against his ass and cock at back at his mouth.

“Fuck…Avery,” Parker grunted as he began to fuck. Slowly at first but soon he was hammering cock in Avery’s hole. Thrusting into its depths until hips smacked against his upturned ass. Clay worked cock in his mouth, a steady inward push then a tug outward. Two cocks. Avery had two cocks at one time and he felt his own flex against his stomach.

“Yeah, Avery, you nasty fuck, take us…take both of us,” said Clay.

Clay came first, shuddering and jerking with each ejaculation, pumping thick wads into Avery’s mouth. Avery swallowed and swallowed but still some of it trickled out and down his face. The scent filled the air, all he could smell was Clay’s cum and he swallowed again, taking the last of it.

When Clay stepped back, Avery leaned up and saw Parker over him. One hand on the dash and the other on the back of the bench seat, as Parker pumped cock into his depths. Parker grew more physical, rougher, slamming into Avery’s depths.

“Fuck. Parker. Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” Avery uttered as he felt cock bore into his depths.

Parker hammered Avery’s ass, rocked him with every thrust inward. The truck rocked in rhythm with it. Clay moved up and leaned over kissing Avery. They dueled tongues and kissed roughly, Clay tugging on his bottom lip.

“Yeah, take that cock, take it all,” Clay uttered, then leaned down and kissed Avery again.

Parker cried out, slamming his cock into Avery’s depth. He jammed his hips against Avery’s ass, over and over, then he came. He shuddered with each ejaculation, while continuing to hammer his hips against Avery’s ass.

Then Parker was spent. Avery felt sweat drip down on him then watched Parker struggle to move off him and back out of the driver’s door. Avery lay on the bench seat, feet on its edge, knees up, and reached for his cock. It was still hard. And it was wet and slick in his hand. He stroked it knowing Clay and Parker were watching. He wondered if they would watch until he got off again.

“You horny bastard, get the fuck out of that truck,” Clay exclaimed, pulling Avery toward him.

The warm night air felt good against his bare skin. Clay’s hand on his cock felt better. The slow tug on it.

“You’re going to fuck me; you horny bastard,” Clay uttered.

Avery watched in surprise as Clay turned and bent over. The hand on his cock tugged him forward until he felt it slip between the cheeks of his ass. Clay pushed back and he felt the tight squeeze on the head of his cock as it breached the tight opening. Clay didn’t stop, kept pushing back until ass was against hips. Avery took him by the waist and tugged back, the opening still so tight around his cock he shivered. He pulled outward until nearly slipping free, then pushed, pushed slowly and steadily until Clay had every inch of his cock and he was pressed against the firm round ass.

The truck squeaked and Avery looked over to see Parker sitting on the edge of the seat watching them. He was toying with his cock getting it hard again.

“Go on, fuck him. Fuck him hard. He likes it rough,” Parker uttered.

Avery tightened his hold on the waist and began to fuck. To drive into the depths of Clay’s hole. He increased his pace until hips banged against ass.

“Fuck…fuck…don’t stop,” Clay uttered.

And Avery didn’t stop. He fucked with a furious brutal pace. He hammered cock into Clay’s depths until his cock ached with his need. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He didn’t think about what he looked like or his insecurities. He didn’t think about the chance of someone coming along and catching him balls deep in Clay Anderson’s ass. He did think of Parker watching and it spurned him to keep going, to fuck until his skin glistened wetly and sweat poured down his face and chest. His muscles burned with his exertion as he fucked with a relentless energy he didn’t know he possessed.

Why he did it, Avery wasn’t sure, but it seemed like something Clay would like. He reached down and grabbed him by the hair, tugging him up. He pulled the strong muscular body against his lean torso, feeling the heat of it and how it too was wet with sweat. He bearhugged him around the neck and held him tight as he drove cock into his depths. He turned until Clay faced Parker, reached around, and stroked the hard wet cock.

“Suck his cock,” Avery uttered, looking over Clay’s shoulder at Parker.

Parker moved into the moonlight with a smile on his face and fell to his knees. Clay moaned, then shuddered within Avery’s arms.

Avery slowed his fuck, slowed until he could feel every goddamn inch slide through that loosened opening. He pushed inward, tugged outward, savoring the feel of it. He felt his arousal grow, his cock flex thick and hard inside of Clay, and he increased his pace. With hips banging against ass, this time he fucked to come. Clay shuddered within his arms, and he knew Parker was having to swallow cum. The idea of it was enough. He slammed his hips against the round ass and came. With each ejaculation, he jammed his hips against Clay until finally spent.

They leaned against the side of the truck. Still naked they waited on their skin to dry and breathing to return to normal. There were giggles and playful touches, then a stillness only totally fatigued bodies could do.

“Fuck, that was nice,” said Clay breaking the silence.

“I guess Austin was right,” said Parker.

“Austin was right?” asked Avery.

“He told Todd he thought you might be gay, but he was afraid to ask,” Clay replied.

“And he told you guys to find out?”

“OH, hell no,” Parker exclaimed. Clay and he laughed, shaking their heads. “He’ll probably beat our asses if he finds out we deflowered his little brother,” he added.

Avery didn’t reply, looking down trying to get his mind around the idea Austin knew.

“You don’t regret what we did, do you?” asked Parker.

“What? No, no, not at all. I’m…” Avery stammered, unsure how to express how much he enjoyed it.

“Well, just wait until you get to college. You’ll have to beat them off with a stick.”

“Or just use that club between your legs,” Clay joked.

Avery looked at his watch shocked to see how long they had been down by the creek.

“Shit, we have to go. They could be waiting up, or…”

“Relax, we’ll go as soon as we get dressed. Clay, are those your jeans laying over there?”

A light was on in the family room, one of the lamps, and Avery eased into the house fearful one of his parents would still be up. He could smell cum on his body and knew anyone who got near would be able to smell it too. He eased through the kitchen into the family room thankful no one was waiting. He shut off the lamp and made his way to the hall then to his room. He pushed the door open slowly, not wanting the door to make a sound and eased inside. He pushed the door closed and turned to see Austin sitting at his desk.

“Do you know what time it is?” Austin uttered in an exasperated whisper.

“Yes, I know. Don’t tell mom and dad, okay?”

“Where did you go, and with Clay and Parker, no less.”

“We rode down to Hawthorne Creek.”

Avery saw it, the recognition of what he had done with Parker and Clay. Austin nodded his head, then sighed.

“So, it’s true,” Austin whispered.

Avery knew there was no need to deny it.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell mom and dad?”

“Eventually.”

“I just need to know one thing first.”

“What’s that?”

“Clay and Parker; they didn’t force you, did they?”

“NO, no, I…wanted to do it.”

“Look, Avery, it’s okay, really, but I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my little brother and I love you, you know.”

“When should I tell them?”

Austin smiled, then stood, coming up to Avery.

“Tomorrow is as good as any day to tell them.”