Can I watch?

by Grant

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I lay back, eyes closed, as I felt my cock engulfed in the slick heat of a mouth. I felt those lips locked tight around its base while another cock was still buried in my hole. I can’t help it, the sensations were too great, and I moaned and worked my hips, pushing against those lips. I felt hands slide up my sides, rake over my stomach as more hands came around my chest and hugged me tightly.

“Let him have it” Ryan whispered in my ear. Then he kissed my neck, tongued my ear making me push up into that mouth, force my cock back inside it all the way.

For some time, all I can think about is that mouth…and those hands. It is all I feel. It’s my entire world while my cock aches for release. I shudder with those lips sliding up and down its length. But the reminder is there. The feel of a body between my legs, the sounds of its heavy breathing, the occasional slurping sound when it pulls off my cock, and a hand that strokes me. I knew it was there, had been from the moment it took my cock. And I knew the person. It was Bobby.

He’d only wanted to watch. That is what he had said every time he had begged me to allow him to do so. Just watch, see what it was like between Ryan and me. And in the end, down here at Pensacola Beach in some hotel room, we let him. Let him watch us make out then fuck. Let him watch me ride Ryan’s cock, work my ass on it till my muscles burned from their exertions.

Then when Ryan was spent, cock still buried in my ass and me hard as a rock, we let him do more. Let him crawl up between my legs and take me in his mouth.

I wanted to cum, had for some time, and I held Bobby’s head and pumped my hips. Faster and faster, thrusting upward till drool trickled down my cock. Then I came. I exploded in Bobby’s mouth, chocked him with the first wad, then felt the suction as he drew out the last of my load. He held my wet cock and licked the head making me push him off, too sensitive to bear it.

“That’s enough…stop…please” I uttered as I eased off Ryan and down beside him while Bobby moved back to the chair in the corner.


Ryan and I went to the bathroom and showered, and when we came out Bobby was lying on his bed, shirt off, shorts spread open, cock flaccid. I could see the pool of runny cum over his chest and stomach. He looked at us with neither shame nor concern. We were far beyond any such pretense.

“Bobby; go shower and we’ll go eat dinner at that seafood place down the road. Our treat.”

He rolled to his feet and let his shorts drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them and laid them  by his suitcase. We were at our own suitcase pulling out clean clothes as he began to walk by. He stopped next to us and for a brief second said nothing, then he looked at us.

“Thanks guys.”

 


The restaurant was crowded, the wait forty-five minutes and being too young to drink, the bar wasn’t a real option. Besides it was packed too. We finally got a table outside, sitting under the canopy. It overlooked a small courtyard where on the far side a game of sand volleyball was in progress, or at least the drunk attempt at one. It made us laugh at the guys holding a beer or drink in one hand while trying to play. I don’t think the ball was played over the net twice after any one serve.

It was late when we got back to the room. We grabbed up flashlights and headed to the beach. We walked along the shore, no one saying anything. We just listened the soft sounds of waves rolling up the beach. White crabs raced across the sand, some diving down into their holes. In the water, all manner of small fish, skate and stingrays moved along the shoreline.

“I’ve never seen so much in the water” Bobby stated as he stood a few feet back, his tone showing an apprehension. “They’re not like that during the day…are they?”

 

Back in the room, we turned in, Ryan and I in one bed and Bobby in the other. There had been an awkwardness in the room, Bobby watching us in a way that read he wanted to join us. It was obvious he suddenly felt like a third wheel and there was the sexual nature of three guys in one room, each willing to have sex with guys. The implication was we could just do it, all three of us. But Ryan and I had talked about it in the shower. It didn’t feel right. After letting Bobby in bed with us, and even though it was just a blowjob, it just didn’t feel right. We wanted things to be between just the two of us. Maybe in the future we would feel different, but now, still figuring each other out, we didn’t want to include anyone else.

So, the lights were switched off with Bobby in the other bed turned toward the window, and I in Ryan’s arms.


The morning sun shining in woke us up. We were heading back later in the day, so we had breakfast in the hotel, packed up and checked out. With our luggage in our cars, we went to the beach and hung out till lunch, hitting this food truck in the parking lot. Then we made our way down to the old fort, one last thing we wanted to do before leaving. Something we could do in our swim trunks, t-shirts and flip flops.

The next day we were back in school. All morning it was ‘how was the beach?’ or ‘was Pensacola fun?’ or “didn’t Bobby go too and what did we do?’.  And they all got the usual responses while what really happened kept coming to mind. Bobby tried to act normal, but I could see it. This change. I caught him watching Mitch in Physics, probably the guy in our class most like the Monroe High’s second baseman; Elan Johnson. ‘Careful’ I thought as I saw how Bobby stared at him. Mitch was the last person you’d want to make a pass at. He was so homophobic, constantly making derogatory comments, he’d probably beat the shit out of Bobby if he attempted anything.

“Bobby…wait up” I called over to him when the bell rung. “Dude, you have to watch the staring at other guys, especially Mitch of all people.”

“It was that obvious?”

“Yes.”

 

 

For the rest of the short week, Bobby walked around as if in a daze. He acted normal when in a group of others, but alone, when he thought no one was looking, he looked lost. I knew the look, one that reflected how I had felt until Ryan. This notion of being an outcast, no matter how well you fit in. And tall, lean, attractive Bobby didn’t lack for attention. Tracy and Emily were still chasing after him, constantly showing up next to him, offering him candy, or something from their lunch, and this week, more so than in the past, he ignored them.

For the next few days, he sat in his usual place in the cafeteria but on Friday, the weekend before us, he came over and sat opposite Ryan and me.

“Hey guys; ready for the weekend?” Bobby asked as he climbed over the bench seat and sat.

“Hell yes” Ryan responded.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I’m going to do what we do most weekends. Go into town and hang out. But this time…” leaning closer, voice lowered, “I’m going to look for someone.” As he sat up, he smiled, and we laughed at the insinuation. Emily arrived at our table and without asking, sat next to Bobby. The desperation was pathetic knowing what we did. She barely spoke to Ryan and I, as she began to work Bobby, ask him what he was doing this weekend, how a new movie was out, and wouldn’t it be fun to go see it. She angled every sentence toward getting Bobby to do something with her, and Bobby stayed distant, refusing to agree to anything.

Friday night arrived and we found ourselves at the park, sitting on the tailgate of Ryan’s truck. Across the drive from us, standing between their vehicles, were some classmates huddled up together. To the right was some Monroe High students and in between were some who lived in town, the bridge between the two groups. Of course, the infamous Elan Johnson was in the Monroe crowd and within our fellow classmates, Bobby. We watched as if it were a play, we the audience observing this outdoor performance. Bobby talking with Chris and Stacy, and Emily hanging on to every word he was saying. On the other side was Elan, joking around with some guys, other baseball players in his school. There were girls amongst them, but none seemed to be paired up, so we didn’t know if Bobby had a chance in the world. But looking back left we saw Bobby take the first step, move toward the group from town and call out to the Monroe guys. It was a casual comment, something about baseball, and they talked back and forth for a minute till the Monroe guys turned back to their own conversation. Bobby hung out with Rob and Mark, two from town, guys we have hung out with before at the bowling alley or at the burger joint on Main.

A few minutes later we watched Bobby move to the circle of Monroe guys, slip into conversation with them. He stood across from Elan, and to us it was painfully obvious he was more focused on Elan than anyone else.

How long this banter went on, we don’t know, for Ryan and I said our goodbyes and took off, wanting some alone time before having to head home.

The next day I was curious. I just had to know if Bobby got anywhere with Elan, so I called him just before noon.

“Bobby, it’s Jake.”

“Hey…I guess you want a report. I saw you guys watching me last night. Well…” he hesitated, leaving me in suspense.

“And?”

“Nothing. I just hung out with them, talking about baseball, graduation almost here and video games.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, and girls. They talked about girls.”

“So, you think Elan is straight?”

“Probably…maybe…I don’t know.”

“I have to say, I don’t get any  kind of vibe from him…but then I didn’t get one from you either.”

“Shut the fuck up” Bobby replied, laughing.

“You going out tonight?”

“Yep. Nothing else to do around here.”

So, there was nothing to report. Nothing of interest anyway.

After lunch I called Ryan to see if he wanted to go have dinner in Greenville. Something different from just hanging out doing nothing. The trip last weekend made me stir crazy too, ready to do something else, anything else, even if it was just a short drive to Greenville.

“No, I have another idea” Ryan replied.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Mom and dad are going to some church function this afternoon and will be gone till sometime late. Come over and we’ll grill out and have some alone time before my parents get back. You can crash over here if you want and after we have our alone time, we can play some video games.”

“What time?” I asked, the only thing I really heard was parents gone and alone time.

 

 

At five o’clock on the dot I pulled into the drive at Ryan’s place, this old renovated farmhouse that had been his great-grandparent’s place, or maybe it was great great-grandparents. All I know is the house was one of the oldest still in standing in the community. There was an addition on back and a porch that wrapped around three sides. Parked next to Ryan’s truck I climbed out of my little hatchback and felt the late day sun on my shoulders. I was dressed casually, tank top and jeans, ready to grill out then mess around. I saw the grill smoking and as I approached Ryan came out carrying a tray. He was dressed in a ratty old t-shirt that was out of shape and ripped. It hung on him revealing the collarbone and indention below his neck and was wavy around the waist it was so stretched. And he had on those jeans, the ones his mother raised hell about whenever he wore them. Both knees blown out, ripped around a back pocket and I knew there was a hole in the crotch, not visible when he was standing, but I knew where it was, my finger having been in it before, manipulating him, teasing him, making him want to fuck.

We grilled burgers, sat at the picnic table and joked around, talked about Bobby, then we cleared everything away, loaded the dishwasher and made our way to Ryan’s bedroom. We had the far too infrequent opportunity to be together without fear of prying eyes discovering us. I was in a mischievous mood. I felt devilish, and so horny I was already half hard. I pushed Ryan against the closed door and ripped that t-shirt from neck to waist revealing his body. I kissed his neck, slid my lips over his skin down to the right nipple. I tongued it, pressed my lips around it and sucked then tongued it some more. I felt the hard nub and bit down on it. Ryan cried out and grabbed my head holding it against his chest. I tongued it some more till he couldn’t stand it and pushed me away.

I stood up close to him, staring into his eyes as I let my hands slide up his thigh to his waist. I slipped one hand to his crotch and groped him, toyed with the growing erection trapped within, then I found that hole and felt nothing but skin.

“Nasty fuck” I uttered making him smile. Then I pulled upward ripping the jeans open till his cock flopped out. It angled up hard, flexing up and down. I took it in hand, stroked it till my hand was slick, then using it as a handle dragged him to the bed.

I shoved him down, the two of us laughing, and ripped those jeans down one leg, then the other. Only the waist and hem at each pant leg held them together. I moved on him, crawled up between his legs and took him in my mouth. I sucked on the head, swirled my tongue around it then pushed downward taking every inch. He bucked upward, gagging me, so I pushed a finger into his ass, buried that bitch all the way. He moaned. I toyed with his ass and sucked his cock till he was working his hips. I shoved two fingers into him, and he cried out, begging me to play with his ass. Play I did. Twisting and turning those fingers till his hole loosened to my ministrations, then I buried three fingers inside him. He howled and his body shuddered as I stretched him open. His cock flexed in my mouth rewarding me with the ooze of precum from the slit.

I released his cock and watched him, the way his head was thrown back, mouth open panting for breath as I worked those three fingers in his hole. With my other hand I released my own growing erection, stroked it till I was hard, then I moved over him. His knees, sticking out of the ripped jeans rose either side of me as I pulled the t-shirt up along his torso and used the tattered thing to tie his wrist together.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, laughing with a mischief tone.

“Taking control.”

“Well, take it. Come on Jake, put it in me…fuck me” he urged me on as I put my leaking cock to his hole and pushed through the tight opening. I held him down and sank into his depths. He tried to move, to shift positions, but I held his arms down, tied together and his jeans hobbled him, the torn legs twisted around his ankles. I had him pinned down. I had him where I wanted him. I pulled up with my hips then pushed down, driving into his depths again.

My arousal increased with my pace. Faster and faster I piston cock in his hole. I pushed inward all the way every time. I felt the heat of his body around my cock. The tight ring of his opening squeeze it as I pulled outward and pushed back in. I felt him tremble, heard his cries and pleadings. I felt the sweat between us as I moved on top of him.

If I hadn’t stopped, I would have blown in his ass. Instead, I pulled out, flipped him over. He got on his knees, shoulders flat on the bed and begged me to fuck him. I ripped the seat of his jeans, till the legs were torn free. Then I moved up to his ass and pushed every inch into him. He shuddered with the penetration then pushed back against my abdomen.

I held those torn jeans, used them like a rein and fucked his ass. The bed rocked as I hammered my cock inside his hole. It was aching for release and I pounded his ass harder, faster. The sound of skin smacking against skin, in rhythm with the squeak of the bed and its banging against the wall echoed in the room. Then there was the begging, the desperate pleading for me to fuck harder.

I didn’t slow this time, just kept going as I felt this need for release build up, the increase in every sensation. My cock grew more sensitive, grew thicker till every plunge into Ryan’s depths was too much. My grip on those jeans tightened till I was white knuckled, holding on as if my life depended on it, as I pulled his ass back with every hard push forward.

Then I couldn’t take it, not another stroke. I sank into his depths and came. Hard. I sucked in air as cum filled his hole. My whole body trembled as my cock flexed with each ejaculation.

Then I collapsed on the bed next to him, pants spread open, tank top loose around my torso and cock going flaccid, leaking the last of my load onto my abdomen.

“My turn” Ryan exclaimed and before I realized what he had said, he was on me.

Jeans were twisted around my ankles and tank top was tied around my wrist. What was good for one, was good for the other. He had me on my hands and knees. He pulled my hands up and over my head, making me off-balance, falling over till my shoulders rested on the bed. He kicked my legs apart tightening my jeans around my ankles as he moved on me. I felt his cock rub wetly over my hole, push against it till I was begging him to do it. To shove it in.

Then I felt his cock stretch me open. It felt twice as thick as it pried me open and slid inward. Inch after inch sank into my hole, till I felt his abdomen press against my ass. He pulled the tank top upward pulling my arms over my head and back. He used them to hold me in place as he began to fuck. He fucked slowly at first, letting me loosen to his penetration, then he began to hammer my hole, hips smacking against ass as that cock bore into my depths. He pulled me up right and bear hugged me, one arm around my neck, nice and tight, holding me against him as cock piston in my hole.

My own cock flopped back and forth, already hard again. Then I felt Ryan take it, stroke it in rhythm of our fuck. It made me work my hips, pushing back on his cock then forward, pushing through his fist. I was panting, felt like my body was feverish. Sweat began to trickle down my face and down my side. Ryan slowed, then pushed me forward till I was laying on the bed. I knew what he wanted and angled my ass up for him. He plunged into my depths then fucked, fucked hard and fast, abdomen bouncing off my ass. It rocked me over the bed and pushed my own erection into the mattress.

“Fuck…FUCK…” I heard myself uttering between gasps for breath.

Ryan kept up his pace, fucking till I knew he was exhausted. He was breathing harder, his rhythm off, then he slammed all the way inward and I felt his body shaking. He uttered some primordial cry and I knew he was coming.

 

 

Meanwhile, in town…

 

The drive-in was a fucking bore, but I was so hungry I went in alone for a burger. I knew what my problem was. All week I was amped up. I couldn’t stop thinking about last weekend and watching Jake and Ryan. I never knew it could be like that. I don’t know why it seemed so different from just watching porn online, but it was different. Maybe because of the way I could hear every grunt and moan, or maybe it was the way the two of them have sex. With such wild abandon. I mean, fuck, the way Jake moved on Ryan’s cock. I could see it, really see it. That thick cock bastard just lying there with Jake’s ass sliding up and down on it. 

Or maybe it was the scent, that fresh sweat from their exertions. It seemed to fill the room. And it was different. Was it because I could smell everything about their bodies while they were exerting themselves? No clothes to mask it, Nothing but exposed skin. I know it is why some react so to cologne or perfume. Some trigger in the scent that arouses us, makes something in our primitive brains react to it. Well, I can fucking tell you I reacted to Jake taking Ryan’s cock. 

I still can’t believe they let me suck him off. But afterward, I was really disappointed they didn’t want to do more. I would have done anything they wanted. I do mean anything.

It’s funny when I think about it. I never would have said that about a girl. 

I headed to the park hoping beyond hope you know who was there. Mr. Elan Johnson, the second baseman for Monroe High. The tall, dark, handsome bastard I would drop down on my knees for in a fucking minute.

On the narrow road in the park, barely two lanes wide, I eased around to the parking lot near the tennis courts. It was the best one, for you could easily loop in and see who was hanging out. If someone was there you knew, you pulled in a space nearby, if not, you circled out and cruised to somewhere else. As I pulled in, the first thing I noticed was Ryan and Jake were not here. This was the place they usually hung out till they would slip off to go park somewhere. The next thing I noticed was Elan was not there, but some of his teammates were. 

I pulled in next to the old Scout that I knew belonged to Richard, and next to it was the Chevy pickup that belonged to Steve, who was one of the pitchers. What position Richard played I had no idea. They were sitting on the tailgate with their girlfriends, with a couple of other guys standing next to them. I strolled over and wormed my way in amongst them knowing sooner or later Elan was show. Or I hoped like hell he would show up.

 

Jesus, I had to be social for far too long. It was nearly an hour before Elan showed. I don’t think I could have faked another laugh at one of Steve’s lame ass jokes. Elan came into the group and stood next to me. We continued to talk about total nonsense, but I would not leave. Not as long as Elan was there. He was so close we bumped into each other. The sensation of our arms touching lingered for a long time. It fueled my fantasies Elan was flirting with me in his own way. He seemed so laid back, with none of that macho bullshit. 

“Hey, I’m thirsty. Anyone want to go to the drive-in?” Elan asked and I hesitated, not wanting to show how eager I was to go with him. 

“No, we’re going to hang out here” Richard replied.

I saw Steve wavering, and knew he didn’t seem to want to go, so I took the opportunity.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Leave you truck here and ride with me. We’ll come back after hitting the drive-in” said Elan as he headed toward his Jeep. 

I followed, so giddy I struggled not to show it, and climbed into his Jeep. 

We talked about graduation coming up and plans for college as he shifted through the gears. The wind swirled around the open Jeep making us raise our voices as he drove through town. Whenever he made a joke he would reach over and tap my leg just above the knee. After three times I started to get hard and had to adjust my position in the seat. I didn’t think I could take much more. This closeness to him, the friendly banter between us and the casual way he would touch me. 

As we rode back toward the park, drinks in hand, he hit the volume on the radio. It was some song popular for its rhythm. Upbeat and fast, one I knew had to be popular in clubs. One most of the guys I knew would act nonchalant about, thinking it was too gay.

“I love this song” said Elan about midway through it. 

He set his drink into the cup holder and drove with both hands when we came up on some traffic. Once cleared, instead of retrieving his drink he placed his hand on the back of my seat as he drove. It was like that hand was radiating heat. I swear I could feel it. It made me feel embolden. He was in my space so much I felt like I could ask. Just blurt it out. I don’t know what I was thinking; maybe I wasn’t.

“Elan? You-want-to-go-out-with-me-sometime?”

“Huh…oh, no Bobby. I’m not gay.”

I wanted to unbuckle the seatbelt and dive out. Get as far away as I could. I turned and faced the passing scenery, ashamed and embarrassed to look at Elan. And I was scared. Really scared. How long would it take for the gossip to circle around? Bobby was gay and hit on Elan. It wouldn’t take long, I knew.

“Bobby? Hey, man relax. It’s okay. It’s no big deal. You like me and wanted to see if I would go out with you. So what?”

I wasn’t sure I heard correctly. No guy I knew would respond like this. They would have stopped the Jeep and told me to get out. They would have freaked out in an apocalyptic fashion. I finally turned to Elan.

“You’re not freaked out…or mad?”

He laughed, shaking his head. 

“I get it. Most of the guys around here would have freaked out. I know it must be difficult for you…hell I know it is.”

“You know?”

“My older brother is gay.”

After nearly falling out, saved only by the seatbelt, I sat up, suddenly interested in how he thought of his brother. He must have seen the questioning look on my face, even in the dark Jeep.

“He came out to me when he was sixteen and I was fourteen…no fifteen. We’re eighteen months apart. He was a wreck. Had been for a while. Even mom and dad noticed, asking him constantly what was wrong, then cornering me asking me what I knew. It took me three months to get him to tell them. It was strange. I mean, really strange when he told them, with me standing by his side for support. Dad just shook his head at first making us both think the worst but then mom spoke up.”

“What did she say?”

“That she knew. Not for sure, but she had had her suspicions. Then dad spoke up and we realized we misjudged his reaction, for mom and he had talked about it. How they would react. What they would do if Nicolas did come out to them as gay.”

“So, it was okay?”

“Yeah. It was good. He lost most of his friends at first, but several came back after thinking about it. There are some relatives who won’t have anything to do with us.”

Looking forward I saw the lights of the park as we approached.

“Hey, you won’t say anything will you?”

“No, no, Bobby. That is for you to decide. I promise, this is our secret.”

He turned on the lane going into the park and slowed down, slower than the speed limit.

“Bobby, we graduate in three weeks, right?”

“Yes, we’re the same schedule at our school.”

“Nicolas will be home by then. Why don’t you and a couple of your friends come over the following Saturday. We’ll have a cookout and if you want to talk to Nicolas, you know, some moral support, then you should be able to corner him up away from everyone at some point.”

“Really. That’ll be great.”

“And now you put on your mask and fool the locals once again” Elan joked, winking at me as we turned into the parking lot.

 

 A new week begins.


Sunday morning arrived hotter than fuck. I mean it. One step outside and you were sweating immediately. Mom and dad headed off to church. I hadn’t been in months. I made up all kinds of excuses but there was only one reason. I was sick of the hell fire and brimstone about ‘homosexuals’. I didn’t understand the way they used the word, but knew it was derogatory. This shaming which at first worked. Made me scared and question myself. But then I got past the propaganda of it all and realized it just made me mad more than anything else.

As soon as they were gone, I called Ryan.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Always this friendly easy-going tone whenever he answered the phone.

“Not much. You want to go into town for lunch? Beat the church crowd?”

“I have to get the grass cut and change the oil in dad’s truck for him. You want to get together later?”

“Yes, we can do that. Maybe I’ll call Bobby. I’m curious about last night.”

“Me too. Give him a call and report back all the juicy details.”

“You think there will be something to tell?”

“I don’t know. I just hope he doesn’t get hurt, or…” Ryan hesitated to say it, both of us knowing the fear of getting outed in this place.

“Hopefully not. I’ll call you later.”

I really wasn’t sure if Bobby attended church, or what he did on Sundays. We had not been close friends. Even now, it felt odd to be calling him to go hang out.

“Bobby? It’s Jake. Ryan is tied up and I’m looking for someone to go with me to town for lunch. Interested?”

“Yes. I’ll meet you there. What time?”

“They open at 11:30, so show up then. I want to beat the…”

“The church crowd? I’m with you on that. See you then.”

 

 

I got there right before 11:30 and leaned against the wall next to the door waiting. Traffic was light in town, most already at church, or at home ready to watch sports. A waitress came to the door, unlocked it and started to go in. Stopping with the door half open she turned to me.

“You can come on in if you want to wait inside in the cool.”

“Thanks” I replied and followed her inside. I saw staff in the kitchen through the small pickup window and two other wait staff, one male and one female, behind the counter making tea and coffee. I recognized the faces but really didn’t know any of them.

“Lynn, go ahead and flip the sign” called out the guy.

As she flipped the sign, she smiled my way, telling me to go ahead and sit where I wanted. I knew the conversation with Bobby would be one not to be overheard and I headed to a table in back at the far wall. Most wanted window seats or in a booth so we should be isolated, at least till the church crowd came in.

An older couple came in, then two girls from school, both a year behind me. They waved and for a minute I was afraid they would come over wanting to sit nearby, but they took a table at the window. Bobby came strolling in a couple of minutes later. Even with disheveled hair and a ratty old t-shirt that hung on his tall lean frame and faded worn jeans that made his long legs look even longer, he was, I had to admit, attractive. The girls from school made a show of getting his attention. He waved their way but ignored them otherwise, much to their dismay. I nearly laughed at how they responded when he headed my way, not bothering to stop and talk.

“Jake.”

“Bobby.”

“You beat me here.”

“I beat one of the waitresses here.”

One of the wait staff came over, the one from behind the counter, Kristy by her name tag, and took our drink orders as we pulled out menus from behind the napkin dispenser. We talked casually as we went through the process of drinks delivered then orders taken. When Kristy moved away, I leaned over toward Bobby and he did the same.

“So, did anything happen last night?”

“Boy, did it ever, but not what I hoped.”

“Oh shit; what happened?”

He told of hanging out in the park, going back to the drive-in with Elan and getting all the wrong ideas, misread every gesture as some sort of signal. When he told me how he asked Elan out, just blurted out the question I was shocked.

“Just like that? You asked him out?” I asked struggling to keep my voice down.

“I know, right. And for a minute there I thought I was done for. When he said he wasn’t gay I knew I was going to be outed.”

“What did he say?”

“It was okay, and he wouldn’t tell” Bobby whispered in a breathless hushed voice, then leaning over, lowering it some more, “his brother is gay.”

“He has a brother?”

“Yes. Eighteen months older and in college.”

“So, you picked the wrong one” I joked and the look on his face said it all.

“Funny; very funny, Jake. But I’m glad you called, because…well, he wants to have a cookout after graduation and when his brother gets home. Said I could talk to him about what it was like for him.”

“Actually, that sounds like a good idea. You can find out how college has been for him. Where’s he going?”

“Guess.”

“No…no way.”

“Yep, where my ass will be this fall.”

I laughed out loud and saw the two girls look our way. Jealous, bitches? I asked them in my mind.

“Jake?”

“Yes” turning back to Bobby.

“And I can bring a couple of friends. Will Ryan and you go with me?”

I didn’t have to think long on that request. A cookout? I’m all about that and I knew Ryan would be too.

“Of course. Can’t turn down free food.”

 

 

I got to Ryan’s place around three and found him in the barn, slid underneath the front of his dad’s truck. He had on jeans that looked a little too big by the way they gapped at the waist. And I could see his waist, and part of his stomach because the bottom two buttons of his shirt were loose. Scanning up his body I saw it was a shirt he’d torn the sleeves off. I could see the hair under each arm as he fiddled around getting the oil filter removed.

“Damn, the old man can put them on too tight” he cursed when I heard the oil filter wrench slip and drop on the concrete.

I couldn’t help it. I looked at the familiar body lying prone on the concrete, wanting it. His jeans bulged with the outline of cock and his exposed stomach undulated with his breathing. I wanted to touch him in the worst way.

“Where is your dad? And mom?”

“Oh, they left a few minutes ago. Heading to Greenville to do some shopping then get groceries.”

“Really?” I replied as I eased down on my knees. I reached out and groped him, felt his cock through the soft worn denim.

“Jake…stop…not now…” Ryan uttered, his voice getting less convincing as he spoke.

I slid my hand up and raked fingernails over his stomach making him giggle and try to swat it away. I began to undo the other buttons and I saw him let his arms fall over his head letting me do what I knew both of us wanted. I grabbed him by the waist and slid him out from under the truck. The cardboard he was laying on moved easily over the concrete as I pulled him out into the open. I sat on his waist and ground my ass down on his cock as I undid the last button and pushed the shirt open.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked but by the humorous tone I knew he was jesting. His hands came down on my thighs and rubbed upward. I ground my ass down on his cock as one hand manipulated mine. He undid my jeans, spread them open and fished out my cock. After some quick manipulation it angled upward, hard. He stroked it, ran that hand down its length and back up making me grind down on him harder.

Damn I thought as I began to leak, Ryan’s hand suddenly slick with it. I wanted something besides a handjob, so I stood, pulling Ryan up with me. I pulled him out of the barn and to his truck that sat under a tree. I lowered the tailgate and began to undress as I watched Ryan get out of his own clothes. I pulled him to the tailgate then leaned over it resting my upper body on it.

“Come on…do me. Don’t make me beg” I pleaded.

Ryan moved up behind me, kicked my legs apart and rubbed his cock up and down my ass. Then he stooped and I felt his tongue drag up and down it. I shuddered as that wet thing moved slickly over my ass, dragged over my tight opening, then circled it till it was dripping wet. I pushed back against it then felt it replaced by a finger. It rubbed over my opening then pushed through its tightness. The finger piston in my hole, then pulled out. Two fingers bore into me, twisting and turning till I loosened to their ministrations.  Then they pulled out leaving me feeling empty.

Ryan stood up behind me, pushed his cock to my hole and slowly squeezed inside me. I felt every inch work its way in, every inch that bore into my depths till I felt Ryan pressed against my ass. He held my waist and began to fuck. Slow, long movements that fueled my desires, made me push back trying to get him deeper. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up.

“You want me to fuck you slow and easy, or hard and fast?”

“Hard and fast” I panted in reply.

He shoved into my depths and began to fuck. He fucked with a furious pace, rocking me forward till my cock was pinned up against the edge of the tailgate. He hammered my hole till the truck rocked beneath me. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t care if his mom and dad drove up now and saw us. I begged him to keep fucking. To fuck me harder.

He fucked me till the hard metal tailgate felt like it was embossing my chest. I held on the edge of it and pushed back for more.

Ryan pulled out and told me to turn over. I was on my back in a second, hands holding legs up and spread apart. I opened myself up for him and he took me. Moved up between my legs and sank his cock back into my hole. All the way inward, he pushed as I hammered my head down on the truck bed.

It was already hot enough to pull the sweat out of you, but our exertions made it worse. Sweat beaded up on my body. I looked at Ryan and saw it pour from his hair, trickle down his face and chest. He was glistening in the filtered light. His cock tugged at my opening, pulling outward and pushing back in. I felt that fullness of every penetration. The movement of cock inside me. I wanted it to last forever.

Ryan pulled out and told me to get up. I was confused at first at what he wanted as I watched him climb into the bed. On my feet he pushed me to the cab and bent me over it. Then he was fucking me again, this time both of us in the truck. It rocked harder, actually squeaked on its suspension as he hammered away at my hole. I felt my cock slap against the back glass, painfully, and it gave me a pleasure that made me rock with Ryan harder, work my body with the rhythm of our fuck. He reached around my waist and took me in hand. Stroked me as he fucked. It was too much.

I felt my whole body tense up, felt my cock grow so rigid it hurt then the surge of release. I came hard, each ejaculation making my opening spasm around Ryan’s cock as it hammered my insides. I jerked and cried out as my cock sprayed out my load. Ryan pulled me up, bear hugged me, arm tight around my neck as he kept up our fuck. He drove into me hard rocking my hips forward. It didn’t take long and he bellowed with his release.

  

 

Naked, we sat in the back of the truck trying to cool down. I leaned against him feeling the heat of his skin against my own. I looked up and saw my cum running down the rear window. Thick wads trickling down with small drops sprayed around them.

“You should clean that off before your folks see it” I told Ryan. He smiled, wickedly, then crawled on his hands and knees over to the window. He stuck his tongue out and dragged it up each line of cum. I watched fascinated, absentmindedly toying with my cock as I did. I grew erect watching the nasty bastard lick up my cum.

I got on my knees and moved up behind him. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him around to face me.

“Did you get it all?”

“Yes.”

“Slow and gentle, or hard and fast?”

“Hard and fast. Shove it in me.”

I don’t know when our sex became so physical, at times almost like a wrestling match. And it wasn’t how we had sex all the time. But…

I shoved my cock into his hole and bore into his depths. He cried out, howled like an animal as I felt his tight hole milk my cock. I pulled outward till my cock bounced up and down freely then I pushed back in. Over and over, till I wanted to fuck harder, to feel my cock inside him all the time. I hammered his hole as he had done mine. His face was pressed against the glass with his hands holding his ass cheeks apart giving me full access to his hole. And I took it, too.

I reached around him and stroked his growing erection till he was bucking against me. We were boiling hot within minutes, sweat dripping off the two of us as I fucked him. It was a furious pace, relentless, sinking into his depths over and over. He pleaded with me to cum, to fill his hole.

I don’t know how I was so quick to cum again, but far too soon I was pumping my load into his ass. I jammed inward with each ejaculation. Spent, I pulled out and told him to stand. Standing in front of me, I took his dripping cock in my mouth. I moved on it, pushing down its length till my nose pressed into his abdomen. He held my head and worked his hips, pumping that thick cock over my tongue and into the back of my throat. He cried out and his cock flexed in my mouth then filled it with his second load.

We dressed and Ryan headed back to the barn to finish the oil change for his dad’s truck. I told him I’d see him at school the next day. I wanted to leave before his parents got back. I was afraid they could see it on my face. See what I had been doing with their son. Afraid if they got too close, they could smell it. I thought I could.

 

After graduation…

 

I sat in the parking lot at the convenience on Main and Garden waiting. Yes, I showed up early eager to get to the cookout. Yes, I was impatiently waiting on Jake and Ryan, clock watching each minute tick by. Yes, I pulled up Jake’s number tempted to call and tell him to hurry up. 

3:46 PM

Fuck, nearly fifteen minutes till they are supposed to show up. 

Nothing to do put fuck around online. 

A truck pulled up next to me and I realized it was Ryan’s old thing, Jake in the passenger seat looking over. I lowered by window while he did the same.

“You guys want to follow me, or ride together?” I asked Jake.

“We’ll follow you.”

 

I don’t know what I expected. Maybe just a few close friends and the three of us, or maybe a small group, ten or so. But I did not expect what I saw when we pulled into the drive at Elan’s home. It sat far back from the road, the drive following a row of old oak trees, down to a renovated old farmhouse. And lining the drive from the road to the house and more in the back were cars, trucks and SUVs. There must have been forty cars. 

Parked, the three of us made our way to the backyard. There were three grills set up ready to be lit. Two picnic tables were pulled together sitting under a maple tree. Out in an open section of the yard a volleyball net was set up with a game was underway. Elan was on the left side with two girls and two guys, one who had the same features, although not as muscular, rather he was taller with a lean body that was almost skinny. He had to be Elan’s brother. The other side had Elan’s two baseball teammates, two other guys and two girls. 

Scattered around the court were others, some sitting on the ground. Still more were hanging around the tables eating the snacks laid out. Looking over to the screen porch and the gazebo I saw more people, none of which I knew. 

We approached the volleyball court, and I couldn’t help but see the looks. 

“Bobby? Do you know any of these people?” Jake asked in a whisper.

“No, just Elan and the two other guys from their baseball team. Steve in the red t-shirt and Richard in the white tank top playing against Elan’s team.”

“Well, lead the way” Ryan replied, coming up beside me throwing an arm around my shoulder. 

 

 

There was that awkward moment when we first walked up, most looking at us wondering who the fuck we were crashing the cookout.

“Bobby, you made it” Elan called out, jogging over with the ball in his hand. “I’m Elan” he added holding out his hand toward Ryan and Jake who introduced themselves. “And this is my brother, Nicolas” pointing toward the taller but leaner guy coming our way. It was so obvious they were brothers. The same skin tone and hair color. They had the same general shape to their faces, with the same nose profile and lips. The biggest difference I could see was Elan had green eyes and Nicolas had brown eyes. 

“You must be Bobby; nice to meet you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names.”

“Oh , this is Ryan and Jake” I replied looking for anything to say.

“Come on guys, let’s play” one of the other team members called out and Elan and Nicolas waved them off.

“Hey, you have to play with us” Nicolas said to me, giving me a little push on the shoulder. “Come on, we’ll kill them with your height added to our side.” 

 

So, we played volleyball till I was a sweating mess. Elan and Nicolas’ dad called us over, the burgers removed from the grill and everything laid out. I ate slowly while sneaking looks over to Nicolas. At first it was curiosity. Openly gay and supported by his family; it was so alien to me. Then I found myself making judgments about his looks. Judgments that embarrassed me, hoping he, or Elan wouldn’t pick up on. Elan was more muscular, the more outgoing one, but Nicolas was the mystery. Quieter, more studied in his mannerism. Even the way he talked, taking a moment to collect his thoughts when Elan would just throw out the first thing that came into his head. Yes, I was attracted to him. I told myself he was less than two years older. So, what if I still reeked of high schooler and he was a college boy. Wouldn’t that change over the summer?

I know I got busted looking at Nicolas. Elan would be smiling at me when I looked his way, knowing who I had been staring at. The problem for me was how to approach Nicolas. I wasn’t ready to out myself, even if among people I didn’t really know, who obviously, by the way they joked around with Nicolas, were not judgmental. I just couldn’t bring myself to stroll over and talk to him. 

After everyone had eaten their fill, some headed to the gazebo and others out to a pasture no longer being grazed, to stack up some wood for a bonfire later. I ate so slowly I was just finishing when Nicolas and his mom began to clean up. There was a trash can near the table, and I went to dump my trash thinking this may be opportunity to speak to him. But I felt the lock of my jaw, this inability to say something as I dropped everything in the trash.

“Hey, Bobby, can you help clean up?” asked Nicolas.

“What?  Oh…yeah” I stammered liked a fool, but it got me his attention. 

“Just grab the condiments and I’ll get the leftover food” said Nicolas.

I followed him into the house where his mother was putting some things in the dishwasher. Only a few paces back I followed Nicolas to the large refrigerator. As we passed his mom, I heard him tell her to give us a minute. I suddenly felt breathless. He had his own way to get me alone. I didn’t have to scheme or makeup some silly excuse.

“Elan told me what happened.”

“I assumed he did.”

“Bobby, look, I get it. It is difficult to be who you want to be. It can be for anyone, even some straight people, but obviously for anyone who is gay. But it gets easier when you get away from this place. Elan says you’ll be at the university this fall.”

“Yes.”

He looked over his shoulder at me, smiling. “Good.”

“Nicolas?”

“Yes?”

“How do you know…which guys to approach?”

He laughed as he stood up and faced me. I realized he was taller than I with a lanky lean build made more pronounced by his height.

“Elan said you hit on him. I would have given anything in the world to have been there. Did he freak out any?”

“No. I did and he…”

“Told you it was okay? Damn, little brother can be a pain in the ass some time, but he is the least judgmental person I know. But I think you’ll know when one of the right ones are near. I think you’ll be fine once you’re no longer looking over your shoulder all the time.”

“Maybe.”

He went on while leading me to a study at the front of the house, away from prying eyes where I could relax. We were not in there long, maybe fifteen minutes, but I did feel better when I came out. He didn’t lie about the negativity I could still receive but he made the positive sound so much better than I had been thinking possible.

When darkness finally settled over us and the bonfire was burning, I watched Nicolas settle down with his friends, those that stood by him. They talked animatedly amongst themselves, laughing and joking around. I found myself a few feet away sitting with Elan, Ryan, Jake and a few others. We watched the fire burn as stories were told, plans made, and jokes told. When it was down to a few short logs slowly burning over a bed of hot coals, people began to leave. It wasn’t long Nicolas and his friends told everyone goodnight and left, heading toward the house. I watched them leave, at one point disappearing in the darkness that lay between us and the lit backyard. It seemed like a lost opportunity. Something slipping through my fingers when I should have grasped it tightly. 

“Bobby.  Bobby?”

Realizing Elan was calling my name I turned toward him. “Yes?”

“Nicolas likes to go into town for breakfast at the diner on Garden Street. Sometime around nine.”

That is all he said, just a time and place I could catch Nicolas. I was going to protest but I saw the three of them looking at me and I knew the sympathetic expressions, and I knew not to deny it.

“Okay.”

 

The next morning, I put on three different shirts, first one too nice, the second one to ratty, and I guess in some fairytale, bullshit way, the third one was just right. Or that is what I told myself as I slipped on the bright yellow tank top and some jeans. Looking in the mirror I realized my hair was overly combed, far too neat. I ran my hand through it a couple of times. On the way out the door I grabbed up my keys, wallet and cellphone, wondering what in the hell I was doing, and whether, or not it could be considered stalking.

The closer to the diner I got the more anxious I felt. I chided myself, saying it would be easy to play it off as a coincidence. It wasn’t the first time I’d gone to have breakfast at the diner, but it was not something I did often. Most of the time it was the fast food place on the other side of town closer to home.  I arrived a few minutes before nine, hoping Nicolas wasn’t here, not yet anyway. I wanted to be there first, to have him be the one to walk in and find me, not the other way around.

It was busy, mostly older residents sitting in groups of four or more talking of the latest news or the weather. Luckily a couple stood to leave at one of the front tables. I took it for it was by the window letting me have a perfect place to look out. 

A cup of coffee and a menu in hand, I scanned it to see if I wanted something other than the basic two eggs and grits. Then I debated the meat; sausage, bacon, or the salt cured country ham. I knew I shouldn’t, but I ordered the ham when the waitress came for my order. She had just turned to step away when the door opened. I looked up in time to see Nicolas coming in. And he was looking my way.

“Can I join you?” he asked and I almost stammered when I told him ‘of course’.

“The cookout was nice. I’m glad Elan invited me.”

“It was a nice evening. Do you come here often?” The question lingered in the air between us, the accusation right there on the edge of it.

“Sometimes, when I don’t want the crap from the fast food joint. And you?” That’s right; play it cool.

“All the time. Mom and dad get up too early for me. You already ordered?”

“Yes, she just took it. Here she comes now.”

He looked around at the waitress, called her by name and told her his usual. She set a coffee on the table as he told her thanks. 

“Elan told you I came here, didn’t he?”

“What? No…he…”

“Relax Bobby. It’s good. I’m glad you’re here.”

Then Nicolas talked about the cookout, seeing his friends, meeting Ryan and Jake, admitting it became common knowledge they were together before night’s end. He engaged me with topics that skirted around why I had come. As we ate and after, when the waitress took our plates, I felt myself relax, once again comforted by Nicolas’s casual manner. 

“What are you doing today?” asked Nicolas as we headed toward the door.

“I don’t any plans. Just knock around…I guess.”

“You want to go up to the lake?” 

I knew which lake he meant. We all just referred to it as the lake. It wasn’t that large, not really, but it was close by and as part of a state park, accessible to everyone. 

“You fish?”

“No. I just like paddling around. I was going to take my kayak but if you want to go with me, we can take the canoe.”

“Seriously?”

He smiled at me like I was a fool, and in that moment, I knew I was too. 

“Seriously. Call whoever you need and follow me back to the house. You can help me load up the canoe. We’ll even prepare a picnic.”

“Okay.”

On the sidewalk I started toward my truck then realized I didn’t know what Nicolas drove.

“What do you drive?”

“That old Wagoneer across the street” he replied pointing toward an old Wagoneer a half block down the street. Only thing was it didn’t look old. Bright turquoise paint with a white stripe down the side, jacked up with larger tires on white wheels. I wondered where it had been parked at the cookout, for I would have noticed that among the grays, silvers and blacks of everything else. Then I remembered the large garage, three doors wide and how Elan’s Jeep was sitting outside beside it. Mom, dad and older brother got the garage.

 

He pulled up to the barn at a side door and within a few minutes the canoe was strapped over the top. He pulled out two small coolers (giving me a conspiratorial wink), a dry sack, the paddles and life jackets. 

“Let’s go in and make some sandwiches and I’ll change clothes. On the way to the lake we can stop and let you change.”

“Sounds good.”

One cooler was packed with drinks and the other with sandwiches. We grabbed some napkins, chips and cookies putting them in the dry sack.

“Take these to the Jeep and toss them in the back” said Nicolas holding out one cooler and the dry sack. “I’ll bring the other one after I change.”

 He came out in bright blue swim trunks and white muscle shirt. It hung on his lean frame and revealed long lean arms, the right sporting a tree of life tattoo. The white shirt seemed to glow against his naturally dark skin, a trait I knew he and his brother inherited from their mother, and her Argentinian roots. I tried not to stare but when he climbed in behind the wheel, he looked at me laughing and shaking his head. 

 When we pulled in at my house, dad was coming out.

“Where are you going, again?”

“Just up to the lake to paddle around.”

“Oh…well, be safe” dad replied going down the steps toward the barn.

I raced to my room, tugged off jeans and boxers and dug out the swim trunks from the bottom drawer of my dresser. I held up two pair. One was black with a yellow panel on one leg and the other was white with a yellow strip down each side. I chose the white pair, knowing how tempting they could be when wet. Mom hated them, said you could almost see through them, which this time was the point. Besides, they looked better with my yellow tank top which I kept on.

As approached the Wagoneer I saw Nicolas watching me, making me struggle to suppress a smile. 

 

 

The park was crowded, every picnic table occupied around the main parking lot. The pavilion at the edge of the lake was packed with a reunion or some other gathering. Nicolas pulled down to the ramp and parked to the side. 

“It’s really crowded” stating the obvious.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. We’re not going to picnic here anyway. We’ll paddle around for a while then hit one of the clearings on the back side” Nicolas replied as he undid the straps holding the canoe.

It didn’t take long to pull the canoe down, set it at the water’s edge and load up our food. I put the coolers in the middle and the dry sack behind the front seat leaving room for Nicolas’ legs in back. He parked the Wagoneer while I began to rub sunscreen on my arms, shoulders, neck and legs.

“Pass me some of that” Nicolas asked as he strolled up next to me.

“You don’t need it, do you?”

“Oh, hell yes.”

Pushing off, we let the canoe drift out from the bank, the wind blowing us away from it. The canoe slowly spun counterclockwise, and when we were pointed toward the southern part of lake we began to paddle, keeping close to the shore and away from the power boats. Paddling lazily over the lake I could feel the heat of the sun beating down on us. The glare off the water made us squint even with shades. 

But it was so peaceful once away from the ramp and picnic area, with the sounds of kids playing, and parents yelling at them, and on the water the constant drone of motorboats circling around. Away from the other people we could hear trout strike the surface along the swallows. Dragon flies hovered over the surface and water bugs raced across it. It took two hours to reach back for we stopped often, once to watch a moccasin swim to the bank. At the back, where the small river flowed into the man-made lake the bank gave way to a marsh. Cattail and water lilies lined both sides of the narrow river. 

“We’ll head upriver” said Nicolas as I felt him turn the canoe. I paddled faster, working against the slow current. 

We rounded a bend and came to a sandbar that ran along the inner side of it. It was only a few feet wide and behind it the bank rose up steeply, eight or ten feet above the river. 

“Let’s pull up here.”

“I didn’t know this was here.”

“Most people don’t. You can’t get here in a boat. The motors get tangled up in waterlilies or drag on the bottom. The river is really shallow at its mouth.”

The canoe dug into the sand and I eased out, pulling it further up. Using the coolers as seats we set up to eat. It was so peaceful, so quiet, all you could hear was the wind in the trees and birds calling to each other. Occasionally there was a splash in the water, usually somewhere in the swallows hidden by the waterlilies and cattail.

“We’ll swim after we eat” said Nicolas as he handed me sandwich.

“Swim? Where? You said it was too swallow…”

“Over at the upper end of this sand bar there is a deep section where the currents cut the bottom out.”

 

 

It was strange. When we pulled off our shirts, I saw now lean Nicolas was. I kept thinking of him as a lot older, a college boy when I was just out of grade school, but I looked more mature, more muscular than he did. I wondered if he saw it. Did he see someone who was still some kid, just a grade-school boy, or did he see someone who was becoming a man? I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eye and hoped it was the latter.

“Race ya” Nicolas exclaimed as he took off running. The sand bar was about a hundred feet long and I quickly gained, then passed him. I was faster, much faster and I hit the water hard, splashing the surface with every step as I went deeper and deeper till the water was up to my neck. There was a large splash behind me, and I turned to see the surface rippling outward from where Nicolas had cannonballed it. He was under a long time, but finally surfaced a few feet away. 

“Damn, it feels good” Nicolas exclaimed as he leaned back and slowly floated away a few feet. His body rose to the surface, chest, stomach and crotch right at the waterline. I couldn’t help but look. His swim trunks clung to him, all the air pushed out, and I could see his cock lying to the left. I could see how long it was flaccid and I could see he was cut, the head’s outline evident in the wet fabric clinging to it.

I wanted to swim over and touch. To feel the shape of it with my fingers. I wanted to touch his chest and stomach or slide my hand down his legs feeling the hairs tickle my palm. I wanted to start something with him. We had the summer I thought, even if he didn’t want to hang out with me on campus. He rolled and went down out of sight and I wondered if that was how it was going to be. A moment of hope, some teasing display, then suddenly gone.

I swam in the opposite direction back to the sand bar. I eased up the sloping bottom till the water was below my knees and I could dive back in. Water cascaded down in my face from my hair, blinding me, so using both hands I pushed my hair back. As I stretched my arms up it felt good. This exposure to the sun. The cool trickling water down my body with the contrast of warmth from the sun. I felt my near nakedness, and this feeling of being with nature, not just in it. I twisted my torso and with eyes closed tilted my head toward the sun feeling it warmth. I felt it on my face, chest, down over my stomach and even in my cock. It flexed, slightly aroused, from my trunks growing warm.

Looking down to see where to dive I saw Nicolas looking at me. I smiled as I stood there a second longer than necessary letting him look. I wanted him to look. To see me. It made me feel aroused. I could feel my sex in a way not felt before. Openly, I adjusted my cock.  It felt half hard as it pushed against the wet trunks and I wondered how much Nicolas could see. I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to see my cock, see how he affected me. I wanted him to see my body. I wanted him to touch it…to touch me.

I was frustrating myself, so hands together, I dove. 

When I broke the surface, it felt like I was rising out of different time and place. Nicolas had moved closer and we now faced each other. Those dark brown eyes were looking at me. Really looking at me, and only me. I felt his hand touch my stomach, just a light brush of fingers against my skin. 

“At times I think I can read you, then other times…I’m not sure” Nicolas whispered. “I think you’re afraid of something. Me,  maybe? But then…”

“I’m not afraid of you” I replied.

He smiled and his hand raked upward over my chest. I moved toward him increasing the pressure of his touch. 

“Then what is it?”

“I was afraid you’d reject me.”

“But why would I do that?” Nicolas replied moving closer till we were so close our knees bumped as we paddled in place, and my hand brushed his chest. I didn’t pull back but kept the contact as his hand rubbed over my chest, raking over each nipple. 

I rubbed his chest as he was doing to me till he grabbed it and pulled as he swam toward the sand bar. I followed willingly, leaving my anxieties behind. 

In the swallow water, only up to our ankles, he kissed me. I opened to him, felt his lips against my own. He pulled our bodies together and the bare contact between us was electric. I shivered with it and pressed myself tightly against him. It aroused me, made my cock flex and begin to get hard.

When he pulled back, he went to his knees. I watched him move to me, his mouth working the front of my trunks, following the thickening shaft to the head where he toyed with me till I was panting. I felt his hands working to pull the drawstring, fingers sliding beneath the waistband and the tug down. The feel of those trunks sliding down my legs was exhilarating. I felt my exposure, a complete nakedness in this natural place. The trunks floated around my ankles as he angled his head and took me in his mouth. The head, then inch after inch of the shaft slipped through his lips, making me hold tightly to his shoulders. I thought I would fall over if I didn’t hold on to him.

My cock grew rock hard quickly as his mouth worked along its length. I shuddered at the play of his tongue on the head and cried out when he took me all the way, the head of my cock in his throat, where he swallowed around it giving me new sensations. 

“Please…slow down…” I uttered breathlessly.

He released me and I watched my wet cock flex up and down. Then I was aware of him standing up. He kissed me again and I pressed my achingly hard cock against him, pushed with my hips while I moaned in his mouth. Then I pulled back and fell to my knees. 

I didn’t mouth his cock through his trunks. I was too impatient. I pulled the drawstring loose and tugged them down capturing his cock in my mouth as I did so. His cock was like his body. Long and lean. I couldn’t take it all, settling on the manipulation of the head. I tongued the slit tasting the precum leaking from it, then swirled it around the arrow shaped head. I plunged my mouth down on it as far as I could, fisting the base as I did. I heard his breathing grow heavy, small grunts and moans escape from deep within him and knew I was pleasing him. He held my head and fucked his cock through my lips and over my tongue, pushing deeper and deeper till I gagged. 

When he pulled out of my mouth I looked up, wondering how I could please him next.

“Can I fuck you? Would you like that?” Nicolas asked and I nodded my head, then turned around and got on my hand and knees. The slow current swirled around my arms and legs as he moved down behind me. I felt his cock as he dragged it up and down my ass. I felt one hand hold me by the waist as his cock pushed against my tightness. I took a deep breath and relaxed, while pushing back. He breached my tightness and painfully stretched me open. I cried out and held my head down seeing my own cock leaking a clear drool of precum that fell to the water’s surface. I wanted it, wanted it bad, and pushed back taking another inch, then another. He held my waist with both hands and eased the rest of his long cock into me till his abdomen pressed against my ass. 

“Fuck…you have all of me” he uttered as I felt him pull outward. It seemed to go on forever, the tug at my opening by his long shaft, then he pushed back in, slowly, letting me feel every inch of it again. Slowly, after several deep penetrations, his pace increased. His grip on my waist tightened as he began to fuck. It felt as if he was penetrating to the core of my being. Every thrust inward took my breath away. I rocked back as he pushed inward, wondering if he could go deeper, wanting him to go as deep as he could. I wanted him inside me, all the way.

His abdomen smacked my ass, once, twice, then in rapid secession as he hammered my hole. My own cock was hard, flopping back and forth between my thighs, at times smacking wetly against my stomach. It seemed impossible, the depth he was penetrating me, but I wanted it, wanted it so bad I rocked back against him. 

Then he pulled out leaving me feeling empty. 

“Roll over.”

I flipped to my back, lying in the swallow water. He took my legs, a hand behind each knee and pushed them over my body, then pinned them down by my chest. I was folded over, ass angled up and spread open for him. I felt the warm air blow over my exposed skin as cool waters swirled around me. I’d never felt so naked. He put his cock to my hole, and I watched it sink into me, inch after inch, till he was pressed against my ass. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me” I pleaded as he began to move his hips. Upward, drawing out that long cock till it nearly slipped free, then he plunged it back into my depths. It felt like he was knocking the air from my lungs from the inside. I panted like an animal, urging him to fuck me, to fuck me harder.

He held me down and hammered my hole. Fucked till his skin glistened wetly in the sunlight and his own breathing was ragged. And he kept fucking me. Fucking me till I felt on fire, my own body sweating merely from being on bottom. 

Then his rhythm was off, his thrust harder, pushing in roughly. He cried out and jammed his cock into my depths, abdomen bouncing off my ass, as he came. He jerked and pushed against my ass till he was spent. When he raised up between my legs, I reached for my own cock, wanting to get off. He knocked my hand away, climbed over me pinning both to the sandy bottom. Using one hand to hold me down he reached back and took a hold of me. He toyed with my cock, fingers playing with the head till I was pushing upward and begging him to get me off. Then me lifted his ass up and over it. I felt him lower himself on my cock, felt the press against the head, then the squeeze as it breached his tight opening. He moved up and down, slowly, just an inch or so, working the head of my cock into this hole. Then he eased down all the way. The soft enveloping of my cock, the very warmth of his body was almost more than I could stand. Then there was the way the ring of his tight opening milked my shaft as it slid through. I shifted and he pressed down on my wrist harder and began to ride me. Upward then down, slowly at first so I could feel every inch slip through that tightness. But he quickly increased his pace and I watched his own cock bounce up and down, still leaking cum as my cock come into view then disappeared again inside his ass. He bounced off my abdomen over and over till I was pushing upward, doing anything to increase the sensations of this fuck. 

It didn’t take long and I was crying out as my cock exploded in his ass. I thrust upward with every ejaculation till I was spent. Of cum, and any energy to move.

I lay in the water’s edge with Nicolas on top. We were breathing hard and strangely in sync. He stirred first, still sitting on my lap, he kissed me. 

“Bobby, that was nice” Nicolas whispered. 

“Nicolas?”

“Yes?”

“Will you go out with me?”

Nicolas laughed, then nodded his head, “Of course I’ll go out with you. Why do you think I went to all this trouble to get you alone, away from everybody?”

 

 

The Summer draws to a close.

 

I went around my room again, looking at books, video games, and clothes in the closet, trying to decide if I had everything I wanted to take with me to college. I had a box of video games and most of my clothes, but it still felt as if I was forgetting something. I went back into my nightstand and looked in each drawer. It was the bottom one that I found what I was forgetting. A bottle of lube and a blindfold Ryan bought at some novelty shop in Mobile. It was two items I could not let my mom find. I tucked them down into a zippered compartment of my suitcase and rolled it out.

My car sat in the drive, hatch up, both doors open. It already had boxes inside it and by the time I got the rest of my things in, it would be packed solid. I heard someone coming down the drive and knew it was Ryan before he rounded the corner. We were going to follow each other to the university. It took some planning and luck on acceptance, but we managed to get into the same university. And we were sharing a dorm room after a bit more maneuvering on our part.

It seemed like a door was opening, some transition to a new place, more so than the simple move to campus to begin college. I don’t know, maybe it’s the giddiness of getting a place Ryan and I can be alone. Seriously, just the two of us, alone.

Bobby left yesterday. He was attending the other university in the state. The same one, I might add, that Nicolas is attending. We all had a big, long weekend down in Fort Walton. God, the noise that came from their room. Ryan and I couldn’t stop laughing about it. We gave them shit at breakfast every morning for the way they carried on. But it didn’t stop them, no sir, they just banged away the next night like it was their last.

Elan told us last weekend Nicolas has never been happier. That in the past he had always been melancholy. Elan said he was sure Nicolas being somewhat morose was from knowing he was different and having to hide it for so long. But the past couple of months has seen a new cheerfulness. He was sure Bobby had a lot to do with it. Then he asked us if we knew how often the two of them went paddling up at the lake, and did they ever, just once invite us to go? I was surprised, for I didn’t know they had been to the lake. But it made sense, for the two of them were hooking up somewhere. That much was obvious.

I stashed my last suitcase into the back seat and closed the passenger door. Ryan checked the hatch, making sure it is secure. I try not to look at him with mom and dad nearby. I know I look at him differently. I can feel it. In the last couple of weeks, I honestly think they are beginning to figure it out. Mom acts all nervous around Ryan and dad is standoffish. It’s more than I can handle at the moment. Ryan tells me not to, but I think Christmas is going to be a time of confession. We’ll see.

As I watch Ryan get into his truck, a new bed cover stretched over the back to protect his things, I wonder if this feeling will stay with me, or if it’ll change into something else. Some different form of love.

I know most couples don’t make it. I know first loves are called first for there are seconds and thirds to follow for most. So, what does the future hold for us. Not a fucking clue, but I know what we are planning. I know the goals we share, and the ones we don’t. I know none of it is more important to me than Ryan.

I nod to Ryan as I check my car. I tell mom and dad I’ll be home one weekend next month, not sure which, hug them and climb in behind the wheel for the short two and a half-hour drive. Pulling away I follow Ryan. Down the drive and out onto the highway. As we accelerate up to speed, I know I will follow him anywhere.

by Grant

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