In the third chapter we learned that after their sex the previous evening, Chris found a series of photographs on Jason’s computer. They were of various nude men. Fascinated by this, Chris asked Jason about it. Jason asked Chris if he could photograph him and Chris agreed. After posting Chris’ nude shots on his computer, Jason enticed Chris to have sex yet again. Let’s continue the story….
Jason and I decided that, as part of our drive, we’d also have a picnic. So, we cleaned out his refrigerator, stopped by my house to do the same and grabbed some blankets, and headed out of town. It was a beautiful summer day, warm and bright. It felt so good to be in the car with the man I was growing to love and thinking how freeing it was for just the two of us to be together.
Several miles out of the city, Jason pulled off the freeway and reached over to the glove compartment of his car. In doing so he brushed against my knee, and I felt my cock grow erect inside my shorts. Jason opened the compartment and turned on the nav. “Might as well have some idea of where we’re headed,” he said. He picked a direction, and off we went again.
As the miles melted away, the road became more rural. Soon we were in the proverbial “middle of nowhere.” “There’s supposed to be a small river right by here somewhere,” Jason said as he stopped the car. We stepped out and looked around. Neither of us could see anything, but, in the quiet of the place, we could both hear rushing water. Grabbing our blankets and our picnic stuff, we locked the car and found a small foot trail that led down to a river.
It was a beautiful spot, very green and cool in the shade. Jason spread out a couple of blankets, and I pulled out the food we had brought. Even though we were in the shade, it was still a bit warm. “Want to skinny dip in the river before we eat?” I asked. Jason smiled. “If it means I get to see you naked again, why not!”
We stripped off our clothes and, together, walked to the water’s edge. I stuck my foot in. The water was surprisingly warm for it being the early part of summer. “What’s it like?” Jason asked. “Stick your foot in and find out,” I replied. As he did so, I suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled it. He lost his balance and fell into the shallow water—but not before he grabbed me on the way down. We both plunged into the river and began splashing around like a couple of kids.
After several minutes of horseplay, Jason pulled me into him and took me into his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, and leaned forward and kissed me. In seconds we were all over each other, embracing and enjoying the warmth of each other’s naked skin. Finally, he tugged at my arm. “I’m famished,” he said, leading me back to the blankets.
We sat cross-legged and dove into the food. Both of our cocks were at half-mast as we pigged out on the not-so-delicate delicacies we had managed to scrounge from our refrigerators back home. Finished at last, we both lay back on the blankets and stared at the sky, content in our fullness.
Finally, I leaned over my elbow. “Jason,” I said. “Huh?” he replied softly. “Tell me about your first time.” He broke out into a broad smile. “What?” I asked. “Are you sure you want to hear the story of Jason the Slut?” he said, giggling. “What do you mean?” “I mean, unlike you, my youth was filled with sexual experimentation. I bet I fucked every guy in my school—if not for real, at least in my fantasy life.”
“Wow,” I said, my eyes wide. “I want to hear every little detail.” “Okay but remember…you asked for it!” he said gleefully.
“I was thirteen when I first had sex with another guy. Prior to that, of course, I beat my meat raw several times a day. I knew I liked guys—all the stories my school mates told about their fantasies of girls did nothing for me. As I listened to them, I would grow hard imagining what they looked like without their clothes, and what they looked like as they fucked their girlfriends. When I entered seventh grade I discovered the joys of gym class. Now I didn’t need to fantasize any more about other guys; I could see them naked in the locker room every day.
“I was pretty athletic for a gay boy, and one day after phys ed the teacher pulled me aside and asked me if I would be interested in helping another boy in my class who was pretty uncoordinated and was having difficulty meeting the requirements. ‘Sure,’ I said. The next day he pulled both of us aside and told us that our homework was to work on some of the exercises this other kid was having trouble mastering. Turns out the ‘other kid’ was Eric, a boy from my homeroom that I had a huge crush on. He wasn’t very athletic—in fact, he was kind of nerdy. But he was strikingly handsome—at least to me—and I remember my heart racing as I discovered who the ‘other kid’ was.
“I invited Eric over to my house after school so we could practice some of the exercises the teacher had said he needed help with. We went up to my room and changed into our gym clothes. I remember watching Eric strip down to his jockey shorts and socks, then pull on his gym clothes. I could see the bounce of his young cock inside of his underwear, and I remembered watching him in the shower and wondering what it would be like to touch it.
“The first exercise we practiced was crunches. I got on the floor and showed Eric how to do them. He got down beside me and began to try them but wasn’t having much luck. So, I stood up and said, ‘Perhaps we should stretch some first, so you get more limber.’ ‘Sure,’ he said. ‘What do I do?’ ‘Lie back and raise one of your legs. I’ll push it up very slowly to stretch your calf muscles.’
“I grabbed his ankle and raised his leg up about halfway. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, so I put my hand on the bottom of his foot and slowly continued to lift. As I did so, the fabric of his gym shorts fell back, and I could see his underwear pulling against his balls. It was so hot. Attempting to be very unconcerned, I slowly moved my free hand onto his calf and very casually moved it down toward his inner thigh. I felt him shudder a bit, but he didn’t say anything.
“After a few seconds, I moved to his other leg and did the same, also feeling his thigh. When I let go of his leg he continued to lay back with his knees up and his stocking feet flat on the ground. ‘Now stand up and we’ll stretch our upper torsos,’ I said. Eric looked a bit sheepish. ‘I can’t.’ ‘Why not? Do you have a cramp?’ He looked away and mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear. ‘What?’ I said. Finally, he turned his head and looked up at me. ‘I can’t stand up right now. I have a hard-on.’
“I blushed as red as he did. I hadn’t expected that my stroking would bring a sexual reaction out of him, even though as I did it, I was feeling my own cock slowly harden. ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Sorry.’ I didn’t know what I was sorry about, but it sounded like something I should say. ‘It’s alright,’ Eric said softly. ‘I kind of liked it.’
“I was thunderstruck. Was he just telling me that he liked me feeling him up? ‘Oh,’ I said, paused for a few moments, then continued, so did I.’ Eric sat up and put his arms around his knees, pulling them in toward his chest. ‘So,’ he said slowly. ‘You, too?’ ‘Me what?’ I responded, then realized how stupid I was to say that. ‘Oh, yeah. Me, too.’ I finally replied.
“He sat there and I stood beside him for a few moments, neither of us sure what to do next. Finally, he reached out beside him and patted the floor. I sat down next to him. ‘So, what happens next?’ he asked. ‘What should happen or what would I like to happen?’ I asked. He thought for a second. ‘What you would like to happen.’
“’Well, in a perfect world we’d lean over and kiss each other, then begin to touch, then undress each other, then….’ I paused. ‘Then what,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘We’d lose our virginity with each other,’ I continued. ‘I’d like that,’ Eric replied with a breathy quality to his voice. So, I leaned over and kissed him.”
“Wow, that’s really hot!” I said, looking down at my dick which had stiffened during his description. “Go on with the story.”
“We tongued each other for a few seconds. Then I pulled away and lifted his T-shirt. He did the same to me, and we felt each other’s smooth boy chests and kissed some more. Finally, I was ready to get inside his shorts, and I reached over and pushed my hand up under his them. I cupped my hand around his cloth-covered balls and gently squeezed them. I felt him moan, and he pulled away from my mouth and gasped.
“’What’s the matter?’ I asked. ‘Nothing. It just feels so good.’ I smiled. ‘Stand up, Eric.’ ‘But I…’ ‘I know, you have a hard-on. It’s okay.’ He thought about it for a moment, then got up. As he stood, his dick pushed out from its home and made a tent pole inside of his shorts. I got up on my knees and pulled both his gym shorts and his underwear down with one tug. His erection sprang out and pointed at me, and he stepped out of the last of his clothing, naked now except for his white gym socks.
“’Your turn,’ he said. I stood up and he pulled down my pants as well. When I stepped out of them, we stood there facing each other, with our thirteen-year-old cocks standing at attention. Finally, I reached out and took his erection in my hand. He gasped quickly and threw his head back. I gently stroked him as he raised his arms and ran his fingers through his blond hair. ‘Keep going,’ he sighed, and I continued to stroke him with one hand and, with the other, began to tug on his balls.
“Yes, yeess, yeeeeeesssss!’ he cried, and began to shoot. His boy juice shot out of the end of his erect cock, landing in a puddle at my feet. I wasn’t certain what to do, so I continued to stroke him. Finally, he was spent, and he pulled back. I was stroking myself by now and turned away from him then backed up to him. He reached around in front of me and began stroking me as I had stroked him. It didn’t take long until I, too, began to shoot my load. It landed on the exact same spot where his had, and as my erection began to subside, I looked down to see our two pools of spouge merging.”
I was lying on my back listening to Jason’s story and stroking myself. “Wow, what a great story,” I sighed. “Did you two become a couple?” I asked.
“Kind of. Our ‘exercise’ routine from then on always ended in a love-making session. Over the weeks we explored each other and discovered oral sex, then fucking. By the end of the semester, we were going at it like two dogs in heat.”
“You said you were ‘Jason the Slut.’ What did you mean by that?”
Jason laughed. “Well, let’s just say that it didn’t stop with Eric. I don’t know how it happened, but by the time I was in ninth grade it had gotten around that I enjoyed showing other guys a ‘good time.’ Almost every night I could count on at least one of the older guys in my school dropping by my house to complain about his ‘girl problems’ and ending up fucking me instead of his girlfriend. Sometimes they would even let me fuck them. Wanted to ‘feel what it was like,’ they said. But I knew that they enjoyed it.”
“Jeez, you were quite experienced by the time you finished high school,” I said, with a bit of envy in my voice. “Must have been nice.”
Jason thought for a moment. “I guess. Sometimes I don’t think so, though. After I graduated, I decided that I was tired of casual sex with guys, even though I knew them, and I became celibate for my first year of college. That didn’t last though. The middle of my sophomore year I fell head over heels for a guy a year ahead of me, and we ended up moving in together.”
“And the rest is history,” I said. “Yeah, guess you could say that” Jason replied. “So, do you remember that first night when we met in the locker room? You said you’d never done it with someone as young as me.” Jason chuckled. “Yeah. Up until I met you I only did it with guys my own age.” “So why me?” I asked. “I don’t know, Chris. When I saw you standing there in the locker room wearing my clothes, I was overwhelmed with desire for you. Your age didn’t matter at that point. I just wanted you so badly. I had to have you. It didn’t make sense to me then, and it doesn’t make sense to me now.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly, a bit alarmed. “Are you saying you think having sex with me was a mistake?” He smiled and reached out and took my hand. “Of course not, silly. It was the best decision I ever made.” I relaxed. “Yeah, me too. When I first saw you shooting baskets you fascinated me. I don’t know why I was attracted to you either. I mean, you being so much older than me. But I knew that I was.”
Jason reached over and put his hand over my mouth to stop me. “Sssh. No more talk for now. Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
He pushed me back and raised my legs and began to rim me. I faded into semi-conscious bliss as he lubricated me with his saliva. When he entered me, I sighed, enjoying the now-familiar feeling of his dick sliding into me. As he fucked me, I almost felt as if I was standing beside us watching us have sex. It was so pleasurable, yet so amazing.
After he came inside of me, he rolled over and I pulled his ass cheeks apart. I was so horny that I didn’t want to wait to lubricate him with my saliva. So, I reached over and dipped my finger in the open mayonnaise jar left over from our lunch. I pushed my slippery white fingers inside him, then rubbed some more on my cock before falling on top of him and humping him. I closed my eyes as I began to cum and collapsed on top of him completely limp.
We cleaned ourselves in the river before dressing, gathering up our things, and returning to his car. On the way back to town, we were both silent, lost in our own thoughts. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have found him—and how terrible it was going to be when the summer was over and I left for college…without him.
Stay tuned for Chapter 5
