Sea Change - A dramatic change or transformation

SEA CHANGE, Pt 4

BY JOSH

I was troubled. On the one hand, I was having the time of my life. I was a

starter for our football team. I had the coolest guy I knew as my lover,

and I was having an incredible amount of incredible sex. That last part was

also my problem; I was developing a deep dread of being homosexual.

Every day my imagination filled with scenes of love making with Daniel, and

other boys. I would find myself remembering love making experiences or

imagining encounters yet to come. My eyes undressed every boy I passed. The

locker room had become one of my favorite places.

And yet, my mind kept up a half-hearted battle against those desires. Fear

that someone would see through me, fear that someone would find out what

was really going on in my head, fear of discovery hung over my heart like a

great stone, ready to fall and crush me. The more steeped I became in my

own homosexuality, the bigger and heavier that stone became.

I kept remembering two incidents that occurred in our own town in the

previous couple of years. One happened when three boys broke into the gym

one night and were caught fucking each other. Those boys were

ostracized. No one would get near any one of them. The other incident

happened when a teenage boy forced two children he was babysitting to

perform oral sex on him. The children told. Fortunately, the boy's parents

were able to keep him out of jail. His family moved away shortly after.

My imagination wandered from daydreams of making love to Daniel to horrid

visions of being branded queer and seeing my life go down in flames.

My best times were when I was with Daniel. His mere presence soothed my

soul. When I was with him, "all was right with the world." He was becoming

my beloved best friend as well as my beloved.

A strange obsession began to take me after our last bike ride. I had told

Daniel about it Monday when we were alone at lunch. Bending close over the

table, I tried to explain, "Daniel, we've made love on boats, on picnic

tables, on cots, on the sand, even standing up. I want to make love to you

in a bed; a real bed, Daniel; one with sheets and blankets and pillows. I

want to really make love to you, Daniel, all night long, no rushing, in a

bed." I said emphatically, "Even if we have to rent a motel room."

Stefan and I had messed around in cheap motel rooms we had rented for

fishing. It was fun, but it definitely wasn't the same thing I was wanting

for Daniel and I.

It was hard to explain, even to Daniel. Yet somehow I felt, if Daniel and I

could spend a night making love in a real bed, we would consummate our

relationship with true love-making and not the off-the-cuff sexual

encounters we had been limited to. It seemed terribly important to me for

some reason.

My passion for Daniel was hot and consuming me. I was terribly in love with

him. If you had called it "puppy love" or "infatuation" I would have

thought you really stupid. And you would have been wrong. It really was

more than that. Our love was multidimensional, deep, and we had had sex; so

often an infatuation ends with sex. Our love seemed to grow stronger.

But the power of that love was driving a war inside me. I did not want to

be a homosexual.

Rachael was still not going with anyone. She was beautiful, with long,

straight, black hair and a slim body. Her hips were rounded and her low

butt moved invitingly when she walked. Her breasts were just the size of my

hand. I tried to dream of sex with her, but time and time again, those

dreams drifted into dreams of Daniel.

Undaunted, I talked to Rachael at school and on the phone at nights. She

had agreed to be my date at homecoming and we had gone for sodas a couple

of evenings after football workouts. We had made out in the drive in front

of her house. She would yield to me, when the time was right.

But that would wait. My attention for now was on the coming weekend at

Uncle James' beach house. Until that invitation, I had figured my first

chance to get Daniel in a bed would be the following week, when our team

had an open Friday night. Now, however, I wondered if Daniel and I might

get to share a bed at the beach house. Even with a house full of people, I

thought he and I would be able to do some lovemaking.

I asked Daniel if he thought we might get a bed to ourselves. He doubted

it. He figured we would each get a couch. Then, after what David said when

he came by my house Thursday night, I wondered just how much privacy Daniel

and I would be able to manage at all.

What ever happened this weekend, I was determined to forget worrying about

being queer and just have a good time with Daniel.

FRIDAY

Daniel called before I left for school that morning. "There's been a change

in plans," he said.

"What?"

"Last night my uncle John in Houston had a mild heart attack. He's ok now

and it looks like he'll do fine. But my parents are going up to be with

him. Uncle James and Aunt Dorothy are going too."

"But you're not, right?"

"No," Daniel said, but quickly added, "but before you start getting ideas

about us shacking up at my house or going to the beach house by ourselves,

I've got to tell you the bad news."

"What's that," I asked cautiously.

"Well, David and Ryan really wanted to stay and were so disappointed about

not having us at the beach that Uncle James said we could still go to the

beach and take them. He just doesn't want us taking them out in the

boat. Anyway, they're all leaving after work today and will drop David and

Ryan by here on the way."

"What about Jeremy?" I asked referring to David and Ryan's little brother.

"No. He wants to go with his parents." Daniel explained. "So, do you want

us to spend the night here and drive down to the beach tomorrow or go down

after the game tonight? I could take David and Ryan to the game and we can

just go from there. It's on the way anyway."

The game was out of town and definitely in the direction of the coast. I'd

have to clear it with my parents and get coach's approval to not ride back

with the team. While I was thinking, Daniel added, "This means we can use

the master bedroom ourselves."

"King-size bed?"

"King-size bed."

That decided it. "Let's do it. David and Ryan will probably be so tired

when we get there, we can bed them down and have the night to ourselves."

"Yeah, right," Daniel answered skeptically. "How about I drive you to

school then? The team is taking the busses right after class, right?"

"Yeah."

"OK, then. Get your gear for this weekend together and I'll be by in a few

minutes to pick you up."

I quickly got my parents' approval. Coach, I was sure, would give his OK to

my leaving from the game. Other guys had before. This could be good.

On the way to school, Daniel and I reviewed our gear. We decided what

snacks and groceries he might need to pick up. We agreed to meet after the

game.

My mind was a mess that day. Concentration on anything was difficult. But I

really needed to buckle down for the game. It would be our second district

game and my second time as a starter. Determined to not have a repeat of

type of game I had the previous week, I worked hard to settle myself down

that afternoon.

The game was exciting. It was one of those old rivalries with a

tradition. This one involved our bands. We each had a unique war drumming;

an aggressive drum cadence that beat like primitive jungle drums. As the

bands beat back and forth, the crowds and players energized. There was, as

they say, an incredible din.

We won, but it was a close game, closer than the score indicated, 21 to

6. And I played well.

Early in the game, I tried to find Daniel in the stands. I actually found

Ryan first, climbing all over Daniel, Ryan's brother David, other fans, the

stands. Ryan had long thing arms and legs. He was all boy.

When I found Daniel in he gave me the "thumbs up." I would look up at him

each time I came back to the sidelines. Each time, I got the "thumbs up." I

was pleased he was watching.

So that I would smell good for Daniel, I showered thoroughly, dressed in my

sharpest shirt and shorts, and splashed on after shave, all in record

time. Leaving the locker room, I found Daniel and the boys waiting. I hoped

David and Ryan had worn themselves out and would sleep all the way to the

beach. No such luck.

They were all excited about our win. David and Daniel began an effusive and

enthusiastic dialog about my playing that lasted all the way to the jeep. I

took front passenger and the two boys took the back seat. We worked our way

through the game traffic and onto the road.

The jeep was noisy. As we talked, David leaned up between the two front

seats so that he could take part in the conversation. Ryan began pushing

from behind, trying to get in on things too. It seemed very natural when

David moved up and sat sideways in my lap; his legs out toward Daniel and

his butt firmly in my crotch.

It also seemed natural that his butt was moving around some while he talked

excitedly about the game and told us abut his own team. But he kept rubbing

and bouncing. I became hard. David snuck down a hand to grab my cock

through my pants. I jumped a little and looked over at Daniel. He hadn't

missed a thing, and was smiling at my predicament. About the time I thought

I'd pull David's pants down and rape him right there, we hit a lull in the

conversation and David moved on to the back seat. I think he was satisfied

he had given me a hell of a boner.

No sooner had David sat back than Ryan jumped into my lap. "It's my turn to

sit in Sean's lap," he announced.

Ryan's natural state was excited. It meant even more bouncing in my lap, as

Ryan talked and talked. My erection had no chance to subside. I groaned

under my breath as his hot little butt applied delicious pressure to my

crotch.

Ryan put his hands down into my lap to adjust his seating and felt my hard

cock. "Wow, Sean's got a whopping big cock," he exclaimed.

I groaned.

"Just because it's not a tiny one like yours doesn't mean it's all that

big," teased David.

"It is big, you asshole. And mine's not small either. I've got the biggest

cock of all my friends."

"Ha," David laughed. Daniel chuckled.

I guess I should have seen it coming. Ryan lifted himself up out of my lap,

slid down his pants and briefs and dropped bare-assed back into my

lap. "See," he said proudly, holding up what looked like a semi-hard and

definitely large; make that obscenely large (for his age) cock.

Daniel reached over, as if Ryan was simply showing him a coin from his coin

collection, and took it into his hand. He squeezed it, tugged it, stroked

it, felt Ryan's balls. Ryan pushed up his pelvis, his legs spread, to give

Daniel a good look and full access. It was a highly erotic move. "Yeah,

Ryan," Daniel said, as if making an official pronouncement, "You have a

nice set of equipment."

There was little need to worry about people seeing in, but in the light

from the dash, we could all see quite well. Ryan's legs were smooth and

faintly shiny in the dim light. His hardening, not-so-little cock was

jutting up.

It surprised me that Ryan's little butt, naked in my lap would excite me,

but that and his dynamite little cock did. I'd never looked at boys his age

sexually, but his exposed body squirming on mine was exciting me. When

Daniel removed his hand, I reached in with my left hand, "Let me see," I

said.

Daniel was watching as I rubbed Ryan's soft little ball sack, feeling his

two little marble sized balls. His cock was damned long for his age, and

had a slight upward curve. I could believe he was the biggest of his

friends. He grew fully hard in my left hand as my right hand reached up

under his shirt to stroke and caress his back, from his shoulders down to

his butt. He moaned and thrust his pelvis forward into my hand.

Blood was rushing to my head; well, both heads. "Show him yours too, Sean,"

David demanded. "Let him see just how little his is."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed and reached down to grab for my belt, his butt moving

provocatively against my cock through my shorts.

I laughed and looked over at Daniel. He surprised me. He was smiling, but

in a hungry, lusty kind of way. "Go ahead, show him, Sean." My cock

jumped. "So Daniel can get carried away horny too," I thought.

Damn, this was getting hot. Ok, if this boy wanted to see a big cock, I

would be glad to show him.

I undid my belt and pants. Lifting my butt up off the seat (and lifting

Ryan with me), I pulled down my shorts and briefs and sat back down as they

dropped to my ankles. Now Ryan and I were flesh to flesh. His bare little

butt pressed my cock sideways into my belly and rested against my balls. I

picked Ryan up and moved him so that my hard cock rose up like a flag pole

between Ryan's legs. It towered up beside Ryan's hard, upright cock. I

pulled his legs together to make them tight around my dick.

My cock was now trapped by Ryan's legs against his own balls and cock. He

grabbed my cockhead with both hands and pulled it back harder against his

own. My hands explored his smooth legs and butt and back and belly.

I knew I was getting carried away and looked worriedly at Daniel. His eyes

were glued to Ryan and my twin cocks.

My thinking is not always the best once I'm hard. Ryan's hands on my cock,

his legs squeezed together around it, and his naked little butt felt damn

good. And Daniel seemed to be getting a hot himself. Every time he looked

our way, it was at our cocks that he looked. I couldn't catch his eye.

 I pulled Ryan's shirt off over his head. I wanted to feel his bare skin.

David was pressed between the two front seats, watching all this closely

and rubbing his own crotch.

"David," I said, "hand me one of the beach towels in case someone starts to

pass us."

He reluctantly turned away long enough to grab a towel and hand it to me,

"Just don't cover up unless you have to," he pouted.

Ryan was still sitting sideways in my lap. His hands were holding our cocks

together while he tried to run his cock up and down mine.

His body was marvelous in my hands. So smooth, soft skin, hairless. The

hair of his head smelled of boy sweat. I could feel all of his muscles in

his back as his body moved around our cocks. David reached over me from

behind and pulled off my shirt. Ryan leaned against my bare chest and

belly.

Between the seats, David had lowered his pants and was stroking. Daniel

rearranged his cock in his pants, dividing his attention between Ryan and

my cocks and the road.

I rocked my hips to push my cock up and down between Ryan's legs as he

continued to hold my cock against himself. I bent my head forward and

kissed the back of his neck. He giggled.

I could tell that it felt good for Ryan too. He began bumping up and down,

as if he was on a horse and my cock was the saddle horn. He was a little

rough, but my cock loved it. His seemed to as well.

"Uh, Daniel," I said, deciding I really needed to get his attention. "This

cowboy is beginning to really ride." Then I groaned as Ryan gave my cock a

little twist. I looked glassy eyed over at Daniel.

He just laughed and said, "Ride 'em cowboy."

"Ryan's tried fucking," David reminded me. "He likes it. You should fuck

him."

Ryan looked up at me, a little worry passing over his face. I smiled down

at him, "I think I might be too big for Ryan."

"No, you're not," David said determinedly. "You may be really long, but my

cock is almost as fat as yours."

David was right. He had a thick little cock. Mine was a couple of times

longer, but it wasn't that much thicker. I had half a mind to try. My cock

sure wanted to. Daniel was no help, he just kept looking at the road and

back at Ryan's cowboy act.

"You don't have to put it all the way in," continued David. "You can just

put it in as far as mine goes. This far," he said, holding up his

cock. "That would still feel good for both of you."

My hands had continued to rub soothingly all over Ryan's body as we

talked. He looked up at me nervously. I patted his back and said to Ryan,

loud enough for Daniel to hear, "We're fine. We wouldn't ever do anything

you don't want to do," I assured him. "Anyway, what we're doing already

feels pretty good to me."

"Sure he wants to try it. Don't you Ry? It feels really good," David

encouraged.

Ryan was looking at his brother and mainly answered him when he said, "We

can try, but real slow, OK?"

I looked up at Daniel. He licked his lips. Then I caught his eye. He

shrugged. There was lust in his eyes; my mature, reserved "Don't fuck with

anybody but me"--Daniel was perversely hot. He said, "Go for it." Turning

back to David, I instructed him where to find the tube of KY I put in my

duffle.

Within a couple of moments, he wedged back between the seats, his cock

still swaying in front of him from the movement.

I took the tube. Kissing Ryan's forehead, I turned Ryan in my lap, moving

his right leg over mine, so that he straddled my legs, his back to me. My

hands massaged his shoulders and arms. I kept repeating softly in his ears,

"Just relax. Just relax."

I rubbed down his back. He bent forward to allow me to massage farther

down. I rubbed his legs. Then kneaded his butt cheeks. I squeezed some KY

into my right hand and lifted Ryan's little butt with my left. I lubed his

crack and little hole, easing a finger in to work and loosen it. Then I

lubed my cock and placed it at his crack. My cock looked absolutely huge

and red against his white, fleshy cushion of a butt.

A shudder ran through Ryan's small body. He began shaking a little. I put

my arms around him and pulled Ryan back against me. I hugged him hard and

kissed the top of his head. "Ryan," and I squeezed him again, "Ryan, we

honestly don't need to do anything else. I like just holding you. You're a

cool kid."

Ryan turned his head and looked up and me. I smiled down at him and kissed

his forehead. He smiled, comforted.

Ryan leaned forward, putting his hands on my knees and pointed his butt

back at me. I took that for a "yes," and put my hands firmly on his hips to

guide him back to me.

When David said he was almost as thick as me, we had forgotten how big my

cock head was. Now, pressing into David's crack, it looked impossibly

large. I pulled up my cock and, using my hand, gave several quick,

squashing squeezes to push the blood back out of my large crown. That

shrunk it down nicely.

Quickly putting my now shrunken cock head back against Ryan's small hole, I

pressed forward as I pulled back on his hips. Very slowly, I moved in. I

was delicate, I was careful. The sensations coming from my cock, so tightly

squeezed by Ryan's tight little ass absorbed all my attention. Only when he

was halfway down my shaft did I become aware of David furiously stroking

beside me and Daniel breathing heavily from the driver's seat, his eyes

locked on where my big red cock was entering Ryan's white little ass.

I slid Ryan forward, almost off the end of my cock, and then pulled him

back. My intention was to take it very easy to just slowly, casually pump

into Ryan only halfway. About the third, slow slide in, Ryan leaned back

against me and his weight started to take him all the way down onto me. As

my cock started to slide farther in, I wrapped my arms around Ryan and held

him to me. He was about two thirds onto my cock. I thought I felt pressure

at my cock head and determined to go no farther. My arms clutched Ryan

tightly to me, just where he was. Ryan moaned and his hands gripped my

forearms hard and held tightly for a few moments.

When he relaxed, I moved one hand to his ballsack and cock and began to

play with them while I held him firmly to me with my other arm. I rocked my

hips gently forward and back, moving inside him. Ryan moaned again and laid

his head back on my shoulder.

I glanced over at Daniel. His cock was standing straight up from his

fly. David noticed and moved over to bury his head into Daniel's lap. Soon,

I could see David's head bobbing up and down.

My cock felt absolutely huge and so snug inside Ryan that I was getting

considerable pleasure just being in him. For his part, Ryan seemed to be

getting pleasure from my hand caressing and massaging his entire body (of

course, paying particular attention to his now hard cock).

Both our heads turned to watch David sucking Daniel. We watched them, but

Ryan and I were really busy enjoying the connection of our bodies. Soon

Daniel was grunting and obviously cuming into David's mouth. David

continued to suck him until Daniel was more than clean.

David rocked back upright onto his knees and began stroking himself

again. He ran a free hand up my arm and shoulder. I felt his lips press

into my upper arm. Soon he also was moaning. I looked over my shoulder to

see him cuming into my shirt. I could care less. My cock was in Ryan.

My fingers began running up and down Ryan's long little cock faster and

faster. I wanted to see if he could cum. About the time my arm was getting

tired of holding him, Ryan murmured and rocked his hips a little, moving on

my cock, as he tried pumping into my hand. It was a dry orgasm, but

definitely an orgasm. And it lasted for a long time.

When it was finally over, Ryan collapsed back against me, limp in my arm. I

was still hard and long inside him. David appeared to be asleep in the back

seat. Daniel's eyes were on the road. Ryan's breathing became deep and

regular. I marveled; how can you go to sleep with a long, fat dick stuffed

up your insides? But he was asleep.

I wanted to cum in him. I needed to. Clutching his small body firmly to me,

I moved very slowly and gently inside Ryan. I did not want to wake him.

Moving so slowly intensified the feelings all along my cock. The friction

over every bit of my cock as it slid in and out of Ryan was so powerful, I

wanted to yell, to rock in my seat, to slam my cock all the way in. In the

end, I just held most of my cock in Ryan and let it just throb my load up

into the boy. Then it was really hard to be quiet. Ryan's tight little ass

was giving me one of my most intense orgasms ever—and he was asleep!. I

gritted my teeth and cried in heaving sighs as I pumped out every last

drop. Sweat was dripping down my face. I tried to catch my breath. And Ryan

slept.

Next to me was the beach towel David had handed me. I wrapped it around

Ryan and me and continued to hold sleeping body against me. My cock was

taking forever to soften. It was still incredibly sensitive. I looked over

at Daniel. He looked back at me, "That was damn hot to watch," he said.

"It's still damn hot," I gasped between gritted teeth.

We rode silently. The feelings from my cock became less intense. I took a

deep breath. The breath came back out as a shuddering sigh. I moaned and

put my head back.

Daniel looked at me and frowned a little. "Do you think Ryan's OK."

I raised my head to look at him. "He's sleeping." I answered, puzzled. I

rubbed my nose in Ryan's hair. Besides the boy sweat, I could detect a

little shampoo smell. He was completely relaxed against me. My cock was

still stubbornly stiff in him. I switched arms to continue to hold Ryan up

on my cock. "Yeah, I think he's fine."

Sitting back, I wondered if Daniel meant something else by his

question. "Are you afraid," I asked him, "that we might be turning David

and Ryan queer?"

"Maybe something like that," Daniel nodded. "You realized you just fucked a

ten year old."

I laid my head back against the headrest of the seat and reflected on

that. My cock was finally getting soft, but was still inside Ryan. I moved

a little and pulled it out. Some of my semen leaked out after it and

drained over my balls. Ryan murmured in his sleep and curled up against me,

I cradled his small body; cradled it in my lap and arms.

"I guess I wasn't really thinking about that," I confessed. "But I don't

think you were either." I added accusingly. "For a while there, you looked

like you would have been just as glad to run your own cock up Ryan's

backside."

We were crossing the causeway now. Daniel nodded. "Yeah. I guess I was

carried away, too. I'm not sure how I feel about it though."

"I wouldn't ever want to hurt a little kid like Ryan," I said. "I like

kids. Do you think I hurt him? You know, mentally, emotionally?"

Daniel looked at Ryan sleeping in my arms. "No, I don't guess so. But it

would be really shitty if he falls in love with you."

Ryan's naked body moved against mine as he adjusted his position. I cradled

him closer. It occurred to me that it could be easy to fall in love with

such a boy. But, I reminded myself, I belonged to Daniel. I looked up to

smile at Daniel. He was frowning. At the way I was holding Ryan?

"They both seem to like messing around anyway," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but we're older. We should be looking after them. We can see better

what they're getting into," Daniel said.

"Well, maybe in Ryan's case," I agreed, "but I was already messing around

when I was David's age. Weren't you? And we turned out alright."

"Have we?" Daniel asked, almost to himself.

I didn't like the feeling in the jeep. I didn't like how I felt and I

worried about what Daniel was thinking. This was not working out to be a

good start to the weekend.

"Dan," I said with concern, "you know how I've wanted to spend a night in a

real bed, making love to you?" He nodded. "Well, have I spoiled that? Have

I ruined it for us tonight?"

"I think," Daniel answered, "we'll only find the answer to that when we

crawl under the sheets together." He gave me a smile. I breathed easier.

Ryan's moved in his sleep. His head nuzzled into my neck. Daniel was

frowning again.

When we arrived at the beach house, I managed to pull my pants up and snap

them, and then stepped from the jeep carrying Ryan in my arms. Daniel was

leading a sleepy David up the stairs. I followed. It was a clear

night. There was a warm breeze off the gulf.

We would leave everything else in the jeep until tomorrow. Once inside, we

laid each of the boys in his bed. Ryan's pants had fallen off in the

car. He was naked, his body sprouting a long woody even though he never

woke up. We pulled the sheets over him.

David sat on the edge of his bed and fell back, asleep before his head hit

the pillow. Daniel and I stripped him and got him under the covers. Then I

followed Daniel out of the room.

The beach house faced the bay. The stairs came up from the ground to a deck

that ran across the entire front. Opening onto the deck was a living

room/den with a TV. At the back of that room was a dining table. A

breakfast bar behind that separated the room from the kitchen.

The living room had two couches, two arm chairs, a coffee table, and a

TV. In a corner, several large throw-pillows and blankets were stacked. A

hall lead from the middle of the living room wall and ran between the

master bedroom/bath which faced the bay (and also opened onto the deck) and

two bedrooms that looked out onto the island. Daniel turned on the air

conditioner. It immediately began to cool.

I followed Daniel into the master bedroom. He was quiet. I couldn't tell if

he was sullen or just tired. Once I closed the bedroom door behind us,

Daniel turned around, a frustrated look on his face. "It is a little hard,"

he complained when EVERY BODY IN THE WHOLE WORLD wants to fuck with

you. Even my ten year old cousin was climbing your bones."

"Damn," I thought, "talk about mood swings."

"Well damn it, Dan," I shot back, "all you had to do was give me a 'No'

sign; even just a frown. If you felt that way, you should have let me

know. Instead, you just finished telling me a few minutes ago that you

thought everything was alright."

"Well, it's not. I said that before you started cuddling little Ry

again. It's sick. You're 16 and he's only 10!"

My face felt really red. "That didn't bother you earlier," I said, my own

anger building.

"You know damn well that earlier I was hot too, back when you

were...sliding cocks with Ryan. My mind," and here he hit his head with his

fist, "didn't clear until after David sucked my rocks off. Then I started

thinking with my head again." When I started to open my mouth, he quickly

added, "my brain, that is." He looked sharply at me.

I was frustrated and confused. Should I be feeling guilty about Ryan? Did I

need to apologize to Daniel? No, I didn't. But if I didn't, where would

that get me? Things were going so badly and I had wanted them to go so

well. Even if I didn't need to apologize, things weren't going to heal

until I did.

Stepping forward, I tried to take Daniel's hand in mine. He pulled it back.

I straightened up. "I'm sorry, Daniel. What else can I say? You know I

wouldn't ever want to hurt your feelings or do anything to hurt Ryan." I

turned to leave. "I can sleep out on a couch."

"Don't be stupid," he said. "Come back here."

Daniel sat on the edge of the bed. Then he reached out, grabbed my hand and

pulled me to sit down beside him.

He wasn't smiling, but he no longer looked angry. We sat there a

moment. Then his arms went around me and he hugged my shoulders. "I've been

looking forward to having you in a real bed, myself, you know." He gave me

a rueful smile.

"I'm sorry, Sean. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe I feel guilty about Ryan,

myself. Maybe I'm jealous of anyone else making love with you, or" he

looked into my eyes, "or cuddling in your lap. But really, I'm not. Not

jealous that is. Not when it's just messing around. It's just that, well,

it's just that when we mess around with others, it makes what we do

together seem more like messing around, and not like making love. Oh,

Sean. I don't know what I mean. I Just know I love you very much."

We faced each other. We kissed. We kissed again and lingered there. Then I

laid my forehead on his as I took both his hands in mine. I said softly, "I

only love you Daniel. You're the only person I'm in love with, or have ever

been in love with." Then I chuckled, "It might be a little dicey; avoiding

those two little sex maniacs in the next room all weekend."

He laughed, "No." Then he added, "I guess it's not really Ryan. Maybe I'm

just being one of those people who are always jealous. That's not good. I

just can't stand the though of losing you."

"And I haven't helped," I said, "What with team bus rides and such."

"We took care of that," Daniel said. "And I'm really OK with my horny

little cousins too. Let's just be careful with them. If they forget about

messing around, let's us forget about it too; at least with them, OK?"

"Yeah," I said, "but I don't think David will forget," then quickly added,

"We will be careful." Still holding his hands, our foreheads still

together, I repeated, "I love you, Daniel."

He put his arms around my shoulders again. Our mouths met and we kissed

deeply. Maybe everything would be alright. I looked up. The door to the

master bath was in the wall in front of us. Perhaps a shower would help, I

thought; maybe wash away some unwanted feelings with the dirt.

"Want to take a shower together?" I asked.

Daniel grinned. He pulled off his shirt. We raced to undress, and then

pressed our slender, naked bodies together as we stood.  Our hands were all

over each other and kneading each other's butts as we began a sideways,

crablike walk, all entwined toward the bathroom.

The shower stall was big enough for two. Dan reached in and started the hot

water warming. We stayed embraced while the water warmed. Then Daniel

adjusted the temperature, and we stepped in to the stall together. As the

warm water poured over our heads, we kissed and rubbed our now slippery

bodies together. I decided that sometime I would like to make love to

Daniel in the rain.

Daniel began soaping my back, scrubbing hard with a wash rag. He worked

down my back and sides, scrubbed under my arms, soaped up my crack and

scrubbed it clean, then did down the backs of my legs. He turned me around

and began working up my legs. When he reached my balls, he used only his

hands and soap, no wash rag. He milked my cock, cleaning off the residue of

my session with Ryan. Still using only his hands, he soaped up my belly and

chest. As his hands came to rest, one on each shoulder, he kissed me

lightly on the lips and handed me the washrag.

I returned the favor, doing for Daniel exactly what he had done for

me. Then we rinsed each other, paying particular attention to those spots

where left over soap could hide. Our cocks were semi-hard when we ended our

shower with a full body press and deep kiss.

Uncle James had thick towels. We each grabbed a towel and wrestled a little

trying to dry each other first. Daniel gripped each end of his towel and

lowered it over my back and down to my butt. He pulled hard on the towel,

drawing me to him. My fingers gripped his hair as I kissed his lips and

face. We dropped the towels.

I scooped up Daniel into my arms. (He had to help a little. After all, he

wasn't that much smaller than me.) Our mouths met as I carried him to the

bed and laid him down on it. We pulled back the covers and crawled between

the clean, cool sheets. As I pulled the covers back over us, our bodies

moved together, first legs, then arms intertwining.

His legs gripped one of mine up against his balls, his cock pressing my

hip. My legs gripped one of his the same way. We lay on our sides facing

each other. We smiled. I stroked his hair. His hand stroked my cheek.

We moved together into a close hug. Our hands explored each other's bodies

in the luxury of a real bed. No rush, no sand, no sweat, no bugs. Just

clean sheets and Daniel's fresh-washed warm body.

I rolled us, moving myself on top. Beginning with his forehead, I began

kissing and licking my way down Daniel's face and neck. Then I kissed down

his chest, sucking on his nipples and washing them with my tongue. I drug

my tongue straight down his belly and dug it into his navel. His hands

grabbed my head and he squirmed under me. I kissed down farther, spreading

Daniel's legs. I licked his balls and between his legs. I had come to love

his rich smell. Even though we had just showered, the smell of his sex was

strong.

I forced his legs up with my shoulders and buried my face in his balls. He

wrapped his legs over my shoulders as I licked up his shaft, and began

sucking and licking his crown. He began moaning and squirming. I

deep-throated the full length of his cock. Daniel began to arch up, fucking

my mouth. My head swam as I took in his thickness, length, and taste. I

began bobbing faster, more hungrily.

"No," Daniel said, pushing my head back up off him, "I want to cum with you

inside me. I want to cum face to face." He looked almost pleadingly into my

eyes. Maybe this night was important for him too.

I raised and spread his legs and moved forward. Daniel handed me a tube of

KY he must have put by the bed. I quickly spread it up into Daniel's ass

and down my cock. I moved up to his butt and guided my self in. As soon as

my cock head was past his sphincter, Daniel was grabbing under my armpits,

pulling me up onto him. As my body slid forward, my cock slid in. My pubes

reached his butt and I bottomed out in him as our eyes came level.

We lay still except for my cock twitching inside Daniel. Our eyes were

searching each other's. For what? The same hunger? The same love? I

believed I saw in Daniel's eyes the same things I felt so deeply for

him. Our lips met, I ground my cock into him. We were deeply mated.

Daniel enfolded me in his arms and legs. Our mouths and our bodies remained

pressed together, under the covers. Where Daniel did not touch, the soft

sheets did. We were swathed in sensuality. We began small movements. Our

moans and sighs were held between us by the close covers.

It may have been the longest I ever took to build to an orgasm. My cock

never stopped moving in and out of Daniel. In fact my pace would quicken

for a while, then slack. My strokes were the full length of my cock. I did

not slack in my lovemaking, nor did Daniel ever cease raising his butt up

to meet my every thrust. We were enthralled. We savored the intimacy. There

was no rush. I would have been happy to go on forever.

But Daniel stirred my climax as his butt began spasming around the base of

my cock each time I pushed in. As my orgasm started to rise, I pumped

faster, grinding Daniel's cock with my stomach in the process. It was a

long orgasm and I triggered the beginning of Daniel's own before mine

finished.

We had done it. We had made love in a bed with clean sheets and covers in

an air conditioned room. I felt a pleasant satisfaction, and something

deeper; perhaps the consummation I had so desired. Daniel and I slowly

untangled our arms and legs.We fell asleep with Daniel's back to me, my

arms around him and his butt back against my loins.

SATURDAY

It seemed like only minutes before David came bursting into the sunlit

room, whooping and jumping naked onto our bed. He climbed under the covers

and wormed his body between ours, wiggling his butt and morning erection

against us. Ryan came in more quietly. I felt him crawl under the covers

behind me. He snuggled into me and put an arm over my side. I thought I

could feel his hard cock pressing against my butt. I reached a hand back

and rubbed Ryan's side. "Good morning," I told him.

He squeezed into me. "David says we can stay naked all day like you guys

did on your campout."

I looked over at Daniel, wondering just how much he had been telling

David. Daniel either had not heard or did a good job of pretending he

didn't. Ryan slid up so that his mouth was over my ear. "David also said it

was my turn to fuck you."

Daniel heard that and turned toward me. I gave him a frustrated look that

said, "I'm not starting anything!"

I sure didn't mind Ryan fucking me with his little cock. In fact, I was

intrigued by the idea. I just had absolutely no desire to get Daniel angry

with me again. Daniel, however, just shrugged and said, "Fair is fair,

Sean."

I raised my eyebrows.

"It'll be fun to watch," Daniel added, sitting up on his pillow and pulling

David up alongside him.

I groaned and rolled to my stomach, running my arms under my

pillow. Figuring out Daniel was proving hard. Ryan pulled the covers back

off me. I felt his hands run over my back, then my butt, then my legs. For

a little kid, he sure had some good moves. I felt him lie down on me, his

hard cock lying in my crack. He began to hump me.

"Put it in him," David encouraged.

"Here," Daniel said, handing the KY to Ryan. "Rub some of this into his

butt hole and put some on your cock."

With another groan, playing an unwilling victim, I pulled my pillow over my

head.

Ryan did a great job of lubing me up, but sure had trouble getting his

little cock into my hole. His cock was plenty long for a kid his age, but I

thought he was going to stab my butt black and blue before we connected. I

pulled my knees up on either side so that my hole was more exposed, and

reached back to guide him in. It took a while, but he finally made it.

He got a little enthused and popped out a couple of times, but we finally

got it going. His little cock rubbing in and out of my hole started to feel

good.

My head was still under my pillow. I groaned a little into it. Little Ryan

could pump damn fast. About the time I thought he would rub me raw I felt

his thrusts become jerky.

"He's getting the feeling," David announced.

Peeking from under the pillow, I saw Daniel and David sitting side by side

jerking each other. It was a horny sight.

Ryan kept pounding. The feeling in my anus was getting pretty intense. I

buried my head again. Then Ryan slowed. There was some moving around on the

bed, Ryan popped out. But then he put it back in. No wait. This cock was

definitely bigger. I looked back. It was David. I groaned and covered my

head again. "At least this one's not so big," I said with a dramatic sigh

from under the pillow.

Ryan laughed loudly. David thrust in hard.

Actually, David did a much better job of filling me. I was hard now and

oozing precum onto the bed. David wrapped his arms under me and began

pumping almost as fast as Ryan had. His wet mouth was rubbing back and

forth across my back. I began squeezing my butt and David came quickly,

grinding as hard as he could into my butt. I felt him kissing my back as he

pulled out. But as I was about to relax and roll over, an even bigger cock

pressed against my poor hole.

I didn't have to look. It was Daniel. I straightened my legs back and

Daniel shifted to straddle me. He pushed his cock into my already loosened

hole. Daniel made me wonderfully full. Now I was really leaking

pre-cum. But Daniel wanted a change in position.

He tugged at my hips, pulling me up onto all fours. As he began thrusting,

his hands roamed my back, hips, and thighs. He slapped my butt.

"Shit," I cried out, "what? Do you think you're riding a horse?"

Daniel slapped my ass again, harder. "Giddy up, horse dick." Daniel called

out. David and Ryan squeeled with laughter.

"You better be careful cowpoke," I warned. "You could get bucked off."

While I was still on all fours, Daniel moved to his feet, planting them

widely and bending them enough to stay firmly planted in me. His arms

encircled my waist and he almost pulled me up off me knees as he pulled me

tightly to him. "Buck away, horse dick," Daniel cried out, "I'm ready to

ride."

I did buck. Gently at first, but them we got a rhythm. Daniel's large cock

was moving around in me as much as he was moving in and out. David and Ryan

were crawling on and off the bed, circling around us and pointing out "the

sights" to each other.

"Look, Ry," I heard David say from behind us, "You can see Daniel's balls

squash back each time he pushes in. Man, he's fucking Sean hard."

"Yeah," agreed Ryan, "look at his dick going in and out," said Ryan. "Make

it go in and out farther, Daniel. Pull out farther each time."

"Look at Sean's leg muscles," David told Ryan. "He's got really strong

legs. And look at his butt muscles."

"Daniel's too," Ryan pointed out, "Here, put your hand on his butt and feel

his muscles."

"Look at Sean's balls swinging back and forth," David said as I felt a hand

cup my balls.

I was beginning to feel like a cross between a Mexican floor show and an

anatomy class.

"Hey, cool," I heard Ryan say from under me. "Look at how Sean's big dick

is flopping."

"Wow," David kidded, "Don't let that thing hit you. It could really hurt."

And then I felt the hands; four boys' hands began feeling up my legs and

balls. They grabbed my cock. A finger ran over the crown. A hand grasped

the shaft and began to roughly pull and jerk. Another hand joined it, but

took a stroke or two to coordinate. A hand lifted my balls and then swung

them back and forth. A hand grabbed my cock firmly and tried to hold it

still as a tongue, then two tongues licked over my crown.

I slowed down pushing my butt up against Daniel's thrusts to allow the boys

their explorations. Daniel's hands continued to rub my back and hips. Then

he reached under and pinched my tits. All the hands, Danny's cock working

inside me, his balls slapping my butt, tongues on my cock; they all worked

together, overwhelming my senses.

Daniel held himself deep inside me while he knelt back down between my

legs. Then his hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled my upper body

upright. His arms wrapped around my chest and pulled our bodies together as

we swayed up and back on our knees. I looked down as I felt David's mouth

close over my cock and Ryan buried his face in my balls. Both boys were

hanging onto my hips and legs trying to ride with us.

We rocked back particularly hard and Daniel's cock ran deeper into me than

before. It was electric.  I held us there, my weight holding Daniel's cock

all the way in. There was a flurry of hands and mouths at my cock. I was

exploding cum over faces and hands.

There was a chorus of "Oh wow"s and "Oh yuk"s from the boys as I sprayed a

really heavy load. Daniel's hands began rubbing my hard belly and chest. He

began fucking into me again. As he fucked harder, his hands pushed me

forward, my face into the bed, my butt high. Daniel slammed into me, and

then cried out as his orgasm took him.

As we relaxed, I wondered how much I had been made love to, and how much I

had just been fucked. So much for lovemaking. I barely completed the

thought when David's hands began poking my ribs, "Sean's really ticklish,

guys."

I really did buck Daniel off. He went flying off the bed as I rose up with

yell. Immediately, two boys were all over me. I pulled David under me,

pinning him with my chest on his. I began tickling him. Ryan was jumping

around on us. His semi-hard dick flopped past my face and I grabbed his

hips with an arm and swallowed his cock into my mouth, sucking hard. He

yelped and jumped back.

Daniel was back on the bed and I felt him lift Ryan off me. They began to

wrestle. Soon we were a mass of four bodies, flopping cocks, butts in

faces, and remnants of my cum all wrestling and tickling on the bed.

After a while, I managed to free myself and sprung to my feet beside the

bed. Standing up very straight, I said with mock dignity, "I have to take a

piss."

Like a starter's pistol, that began a race into the master bath. Four

streams of piss vied for the toilet. David shoved Ryan and both boys wound

up pissing me. I pissed back. Daniel pissed me too. Ryan pissed him. David

ran out of piss and howled in frustration as all three of us finished our

piss on him.

As we stood laughing, Daniel pronounced, "This is one hell of a mess. You

all have to help clean it up."

"Start licking," I told David. He laughed and jumped at me, grabbing me

from behind and rubbing his piss covered body over my backside. "Shit!" I

cried out as I reached a hand back to slap at his ass. He dodged me.

"Well, were going to have to wash some sheets before we go; we might as

well add some towels. Let's shower first and then use the towels to clean

up the floor," Daniel proposed.

There was a scramble for the shower. We crowded in so tightly, it was a

wonder any water made it to the floor.

We spread soap and water over each other using wash rags, our hands, our

cocks, and even our balls. Ryan was just the right height for my balls and

cock to soap his back thoroughly. Then I picked him up and used his cock

and balls to soap up my chest and belly and down over my own crotch. David

soaped my legs with his crotch, riding up and down my thighs. Daniel soaped

my butt with his "scrubbers." We switched around, several times. By the

time we were done, our now hard cocks had scrubbed each other's butt

cracks, faces, and even hair.

Our pace slowed as we began washing the soap off, our bodies pleasantly

colliding and sliding together. David began stroking my cock and I began

returning the favor.

"Come on, guys," Daniel chided. "Save that for later. We need to finish

cleaning in here."

And so we did, drying ourselves first, and then using the towels and more

water to clean up the piss off the floor and wall tiles. We did not dress

after. We stayed naked. And David stayed hard. In fact, whenever we were

naked, it seemed like David kept a woody.

We made the beds and fixed breakfast amid a bit of butt slapping. It was

fun watching David and Ryan playing with their now hard, now soft

cocks. They liked being naked.

As long as we stayed inside, we did not need clothes. Outside was

different. There were several houses around us. When it came time to go

out, we would need to suit up.

After breakfast, we sat to rest. Ryan immediately plopped his naked little

butt into my lap. I put my arms around him and hugged him to me. He

squirmed back against me. Ryan was becoming my little buddy. David watched

all this with a little jealously and tried to slide into my lap as well. I

settled things when I plopped a naked boy astride each leg and hugged them

both against me.

"What?" Daniel asked from his chair, "No room for me?" He got up and walked

over to us, then backed his butt up between my legs. As his butt pressed

into my crotch, I gripped him with my thighs and kissed his back.

"Always room for you Daniel," I said, shedding both boys from my legs. Then

I swept Daniel into my lap with both arms, rubbing his butt over my cock. I

kissed the back of his neck. He turned inside my embrace and we sword

fought cocks a little. Ryan and David cheered us on.

Both our cocks were getting thicker. The fighting became a little more

grinding. Daniel and I looked at each other, and kissed.

"Yuk," said Ryan disgustedly. "They kissed. Yuk"

Daniel laughed and stepped out of my arms. He grabbed Ryan by the shoulders

and made to kiss him. Ryan squirmed and dodged as Daniel kept trying to

plant his lips on him. Daniel finally got him, kissing him firmly.

Ryan made a show of wiping his face and lips, sputtering. I stood up. "My

turn, Ryan," I announced. He ran screaming to the other room. We all

laughed.

Ryan came back out later, as we finished cleaning up the

kitchen. Evidently, we had not traumatized him. Ryan was not too shy to

grab my cock a couple of times while we worked.

We all decided to head down to the beach. As the other's started to pull on

their suits, I slipped on my black Speedo, which I do not normally

wear. They'd never seen me in it.

David let out a whistle. Ryan said, "I hope I look like that when I'm in

high school." Daniel smiled and let out a soft, "Wow!"

"Damn it, guys," I protested, "You're giving me a woody." And they were.

"Hell, don't tear the suit," Daniel said, "You look way too hot in it. Put

that woody away."

"Guys," he said very seriously to Ryan and David, "we will need to protect

Sean from being raped when we go to the beach, OK"

"Yeah, right," I said. "I'm going to feel real protected with you guys on

the job."

As it turned out, we had the beach pretty much to ourselves, it being past

the season. There were a few people, primarily adults. Several of them did

a pretty good job of raping all four of us with their eyes. One pair of

youngish looking women kept their eyes on us the whole time we were

near. They made us feel completely speedoless. It was hard not to get hard.

Daniel and I helped Ryan and David build sand castles next to the water. A

couple of good looking Hispanic guys in their late teens walked by. They

looked to be from Mexico; they were wearing the really tiny swim suits guys

wear down there. These guys definitely tested the stretch ability of those

suits.

One guy was taller than me. The other was short, like Stefan. They smiled

as they passed. We smiled back. Though no one called it gaydar back then,

mine was showing two blimps.

A short way up the beach they turned around and came back. They sat at the

water's edge close to us. When we went into the surf, they followed. They

were friendly and we exchanged first names. The taller was Enrique. The

shorter was Miguel.

We went out to the second sand bar and waited in the swells for good waves

to body surf. As we did, there was a good bit of underwater suit tugging

and butt poking. Our two tag-along friends seemed to know what was

happening and began to join in. Enrique was pretty obvious when, pretending

to struggle for footing he grabbed quite a handful of Daniel's ass.

He hung around Daniel quite a bit. Miguel spent more time around

David. Before I could even think about getting jealous over Daniel, Ryan

declared me his personal buoy and began hanging all over me. It's hard to

body surf with a kid wrapped arms and legs around you, but we tried.

One particularly rough wave ripped Ryan from me. It also took my suit down

to my ankles. There were a couple of dicey moments while I fought to get my

suit back up and recover Ryan at the same time.

The wave had given me an inspiration, though. Shortly, I was beside David,

Ryan on my back. When David tried to catch a wave, my hand snuck out and

grasped David's suit just as he tried to launch out. I managed to get it

down his thighs without tearing it.

David didn't catch that wave, but came up sputtering. All the guys saw it

and their hoots and howls could be heard over the surf.

Soon Miguel was waving his own swim suit over his head. The rest of us did

the same, each swinging his suit over his head. That is, except for Ryan

who still clung to my back.

It soon became a game of trying to steal the other guy's suit out of his

hands. There was a bit of body bumping and sliding. Miguel was well hung

and our hardening cocks fought with each other while our hands grabbed at

each other's suits.

As we struggled, Enrique, Daniel, and David became all pressed together,

their hands now grabbing more than suits. About that time, Miguel's hand

closed around my cock. I grabbed his. It was the thickest I had ever

felt. My hand barely fit around it, and I have big hands. And it curved, to

the right. It was like stroking a great, thick sausage. Miguel and I began

a mutual jerk off.

Our two groups drifted together. Hands began swapping off cocks. Soon we

had a circle jerk going. Ryan stayed on my back, but was humping his hard

little cock against me, though his suit.

David, as usual, came quickly, and drifted out of the circle, pulling his

suit back on. Judging by Daniel's face, Enrique was doing an expert job on

Daniel's cock. Daniel was jerking Miguel who was jerking me. I was jerking

Enrique, whose thick cock was long and had a huge foreskin. It slid easily

back and forth on his shaft. And I was skinning it for all I was worth,

hoping Enrique would cum before Daniel and that I would be the one to bring

Daniel off.

It wasn't to be, though. Daniel came first, collapsing a little back into

Enrique, who kissed Daniel's shoulder before Daniel dropped out of the

circle and pulled back on his suit. Instead of closing the circle again,

Enrique stepped out of my grip and grabbed Miguel from behind. While Miguel

continued to stroke me, Enrique began humping Miguel. I couldn't tell for

sure, but it looked like he was actually butt fucking him.

I turned to face Miguel and grabbed his cock again. We each jerked with one

hand while holding firmly to each other with the other hand to keep steady

in the surf. Ryan was humping my back and trying to see over my shoulder at

the same time. Miguel put our cocks together and began stroking both. We

were standing so close that Miguel put his forehead onto my shoulder and

moaned. Enrique began grunting loudly, and leaned back from where his hips

pressed into Miguel, looking down between them as he came. He humped hard

and long, then relaxed, let go, and floated away on his back; a blissful

look on his face.

Miguel turned his back to me and backed up, groping for my hips. He grabbed

me and pulled me forward against his butt. My cock slid up his crack. I

reached around and began jerking Miguel's cock again as I rubbed my own up

and down between his butt cheeks. He had a firm butt and a lean, strong

back. I held him to me with an arm around his waist.

We came at almost the same time. Miguel came copiously, his semen drifting

up and across the surface, between wave bubbles. As I came, the cool salty

water bit inside my cock slit. It made for an unusual orgasm. I gave

Miguel's butt an appreciative pinch as we parted. We slid our suits back

on.

"You OK, Ryan?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he answered over the surf.

"Did you get the feeling?" I asked.

"Yeah, really good," he said as he still humped my back.

"You sure?" I asked as I pulled him around to my front. He wrapped his legs

around me low enough that our crotches were pressed together. I wrapped my

arms under his lower back to support him. He smiled up and me and ground

his crotch against mine.

We were distracted as Enrique and Miguel said they had to head back for

lunch. They wanted us to come to their hotel with them, but we declined.

We swam a little longer, and then headed in to get some lunch

ourselves. There was a hamburger and malt stand near the beach. We gathered

our gear and walked on up to the stand. After we got our food, we sat at

one of the tables, all talking about the surf and the really cool new way

to "swim" we had discovered.

Daniel asked if I was OK with how it all happened, "with Enrique and all."

I was pleased that for a change, he was concerned that I might be

jealous. As Daniel asked his question, he brushed my hair back off my face

in an unmistakably familiar and intimate way.

I caught the look of a lady sitting with two other adult women across the

room. Her look was not just disdainful; she looked utterly disgusted. My

stomach dropped. She had seen Daniel's action for just what it was, a

lover's touch.

I turned red, mumbling to Daniel that, "Yeah, sure, I'm OK." The lady was

talking to her friends. They were all three looking at us. None was

smiling. I wanted out. "Let's go," I said.

"I'm not done," protested David.

"Me neither, " echoed Ryan.

Daniel looked inquiringly at me. I just shrugged, "I'm sorry. Go ahead and

finish, guys." My own appetite was gone. I tried to ignore the ladies and

was grateful when we left.

It was silly, perhaps, but I was honestly worried that those ladies might

call the cops on us. I kept looking back over my shoulder at the stand.

We swam a little longer, mainly body surfing. Then we rinsed at the public

showers and headed back to the beach house to avoid the hottest part of the

day. I was glad to get off the beach.

I could not get that lady's face or her look of utter distain out of my

head. It made me feel embarrassed and unclean.

Back at the beach house, we immediately shucked the suits. We piled all the

throw pillows and pillows off the beds onto the living room floor. There we

collapsed onto the pillows and each other, pulled a couple of blankets over

us and napped; our naked bodies resting comfortably together. Ryan, under

the covers, made a pillow of my cock and balls, plucking absent-mindedly at

my pubic hair as he dozed off. Daniel was beside me on the other side. He

threw an arm over my chest and laid his head next to mine. His breath

smelled of hamburger and onions. It flowed over my face each time he

exhaled. David snuggled his body up between Daniel and me, his back along

my side.

I forgot all about the lady at lunch, and her friends, and fell asleep.

I woke later to find Ryan gently rubbing his hard little cock into my

hip. He was still under the covers and I felt his fingers lightly tracing

lines over my chest and belly. I realized he was tracing the outlines of my

muscles where they showed under my skin. When he worked down my belly, he

began flipping my semi-hard cock back and forth under the covers. I started

getting hard. Ryan's hand stroked my balls, then he lightly danced his

fingers up my hard cock. My arm was between us. I turned it to tickle his

tummy.

Ryan grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it. Then he crawled farther up

beside me. His head popped out from under the blanket next to mine. He

smiled at me. My hand found his still hard little cock and grabbed it. He

began to move in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and Ryan

began to fuck into and out of the tube my hand formed. His arms wrapped

around my upper arm and he pressed his face into my shoulder as he began to

hump my hand. My own cock arched up the blanket.

I was breathing as hard as Ryan as he pumped more and more frantically into

my hand. David stirred and peeked out over the blanket trying to figure out

what we were doing.

My hand milked Ryan's cock as he humped and I let him drive his cock hard

into my hand each time. Shudders began running through his body and then he

stiffened. His cock throbbed, and I realized my hand was a little damp. I

figured it was probably sweat, but what the hell...

"Ryan?" I asked quietly, "Did you just cum? My hand is a little wet."

His eyes popped open and he looked up at me. David asked, "Really?"

I folded back the cover and brought up my damp palm. Extricating my other

arm from between David and myself, I ran a finger across the dampness in my

palm and touched my tongue. "Yeah," I smiled down at Ryan. "You came. And,

you taste pretty good, kid."

David reached across and ran his finger across my palm as well. So did

Ryan. They each tasted their fingers. By now, Daniel was awake. He ran his

finger over my palm too. He touched it to his tongue. "Ummmm," he said with

mock solemnity, "a fine vintage, my young man."

"Too precious to waste," I declared, "got to get the last drop."

Grasping Ryan by the waist, I pulled him up and I scooted down, taking his

cock into my mouth, I growled and shook my head as I sucked and licked him

clean, burying my face into him and nuzzeling him roughly. Ryan giggled and

squirmed. He not only tasted good, he smelled great as well. I growled some

more into his crotch. Ryan was giggling and trying to push my head away. I

released him and made a big show of smacking my lips. "Great afternoon

snack!"

I lay back. David's hand immediately closed around my hard cock and began

casually stroking it. "Ummmm," I said, closing my eyes, "Just keep doing

that and wake me when it's over."

David giggled, then I felt him shift. His mouth closed over my cock head. I

jumped and moaned. David began licking my crown and up and down my

shaft. Bent over me, his butt was pointed right at Daniel, who began to rub

a hand over David's ass. He leaned forward and buried his head in David's

behind, licking up between his legs and behind his balls. David jumped.

Grabbing my cock, David began licking my crown and jacking my shaft. Daniel

rose up on his knees behind David and began rubbing some suntan lotion into

David's backside and onto his own cock. Daniel then moved forward and

placed his cock head at David's hole. He pushed in.

David's teeth glanced across my cock as he jumped. He froze for a moment;

his mouth over the end of my cock and his hand in mid-stroke on my

shaft. Daniel began easing in. My hand was close to where David's own cock

hung down full and hard. I reached up and grabbed it. He shuddered. Daniel

straightened up over David as his cock hit bottom.

Ryan let out an appreciative gasp. I looked over at him. He looked from

David's body to me. I smiled and pulled him over on top of me. He got the

idea and positioned himself over my mouth. My one hand stroked Ryan's

little butt as I began sucking his cock. My other hand continued to stroke

David; cock and balls.

Ryan's cock fit my mouth perfectly and sucking him was pure pleasure. His

cock was almost tasteless, but its rubbery thickness rolled pleasantly on

the tongue. The only problem was that his little belly kept flattening my

nose, making it harder to breath.

Ryan, though, was doing fine, fucking my mouth with real enthusiasm. My own

loins were responding to David's hands and mouth. I moved my hand from

Ryan's backside to David's head and began to buck a little into his mouth.

Ryan was pumping like a rabbit into my mouth, enjoying the feeling in his

cock. I opened my mouth wider and took in his balls. Ryan froze a second

while my tongue licked all over the whole mouthful. Ryan squirmed and

whimpered. I released his balls and he resumed fucking.

David was giving me one hell of a blow job for a twelve year old; licking

my crown, jacking my shaft, squeezing my balls. I felt my orgasm begin to

rise. At the same time I heard Daniel begin to moan louder. My hand jacked

David harder and faster.

David came first, filling my hand with thin, watery boy jism. I imagined I

also detected a little taste of boy jism in my mouth, from Ryan's dick. I

was almost there myself. I tightened my ass and legs to bring it on and

shot a hell of a load up into David's mouth. He let it fall back from his

mouth onto my pubes.

Ryan rolled off and jacked his cock a couple more times. David let my cock

slide from his mouth. I continued to jack him as Daniel took a little

longer before he began pumping fast, dumping his load into David. As we all

recovered, I turned to Ryan who was lying back, now just toying with his

balls and cock. "See what you started?" I asked.

We were all just lying there in the afterglow. I suggested we go buy some

live shrimp to fish with from the dock that evening. The guys thought that

was a good idea and we all started to get up. The phone rang.

Daniel answered. It was his aunt, just checking in. Daniel passed the phone

to David who began telling his mom all about the football game and going

down to the beach. Ryan sat beside him, waiting for his turn on the

phone. I took the opportunity to pull Daniel into the bedroom, and pressing

him to the wall with my own body, I kissed him deeply.

His arms went around me and we kissed hungrily. "Maybe after they go to

sleep tonight," Daniel said.

"Yeah," I said hopefully.

"Whether they do or not," Daniel said, "You and I are going to make love

again, tonight." Our mouths met again.

"You have cum all over your pubes and now you've got it onto me," Daniel

said, rubbing his crotch into mine.

"And you've got lube and ass wipe all over yours and now you've gotten it

onto me," I replied. "Shower?"

Quietly we snuck into the master shower while the boys talked to their

parents. I tried not to think about the innumerable ways they could let

something slip over the phone; something that would get us into trouble.

In the shower, Daniel and I locked lips and stayed joined at the mouth

while we lathered up each other's privates and butts. As enjoyable as it

was, we rushed and managed to finish rinsing as the boys came bursting in,

ready to join us. We got out of the shower before they could.

Both boys were more than glad to help us towel dry. Ryan's hands seemed to

be more on my cock lately than my own. He took particular care drying my

balls.

Ryan was excited about picking up the shrimp. He was an old pro at dock

fishing and buying live shrimp for bait. He knew that there would be

fishermen cleaning their catch at the boat service where we would get the

bait. Ryan ran from cleaning table to cleaning table, checking out each

catch and watching the crabs and sea gulls fight over the scraps tossed to

the water from the tables.

When it was time to get the shrimp, Ryan carefully examined the bait bins

for extra large shrimp or for other creatures that had been netted with

them. As I've written before, I love marine biology. I was tagging along

with Ryan, having just as big a blast.

Back at the beach house, we tied the bucket of shrimp to the pier and went

in to fix supper and wait for dark. Of course the clothes came off as soon

as we were in the door. I lay back, stretching out on a couch in the living

room, my hands behind my head, intending to watch the sunset. A couple of

whoops indicated a race had begun between David and Ryan for my lap. David

won, and I shifted just in time to save my balls from a terrible

crushing. David wiggled back onto my lap trapping my upturned cock under

him.

Daniel turned on the TV. Ryan pouted a little and sat in Daniel's lap when

he took a chair.

David squirmed around on my lap, careful to rub my cock around under

him. He leaned back against the couch. He did have a great little body and

his butt felt good sitting on my midsection. His legs were slightly spread

which allowed his balls to rest on my cock where it disappeared under his

leg. I began to get a little hard, but was determined to just relax and

watch TV. We relaxed. We watched TV. I got hard as a rock. So did David.

Acting like he was just getting more comfortable, he laid face down on me,

his head under my chin and his hard cock on mine. He wiggled to get

comfortable. I laid my hands on his back and gently scratched my

fingernails up and down his skin. He shivered and pressed into me. He

ground his pelvis gently into mine.

We watched TV that way. I noticed Ryan playing idly with Daniel's semi-hard

cock. The room grew bright gold with light from the setting sun.

Before the show was ended, David had dozed off to my back scratching, our

cocks still thick between us. Ryan was asleep, curled in Daniels lap with

his hand around Daniel's hard cock. It was getting dark.

"We could just put them to bed," I whispered across to Daniel, but David

stirred, "Huh?"

I reached down and slapped his bubble butt. "Time for supper," I said.

We all roused ourselves and went into the kitchen to fix sandwiches. I

decided to eat standing rather than hazard another battle for my lap. As it

was, Ryan decided it would be fun to mayonnaise my cock. Not to be outdone,

David spread mustard on my balls. The boys then offered to lick me clean,

but I waved them off. I stood on tip-toes to wash my cock and balls in the

sink. As I dried them with a couple of paper towels, Daniel whispered in my

ear, "I hope you didn't get it all off."

The evening was a little cool. We all wore shorts, shoes, T-shirts, and

windbreakers. When we walked out to the lighted dock, we saw a couple of

shrimp float by. A good sign.

Both David and Ryan were good fishermen. The fish were biting and we were

all doing well. I pride myself on being a great fisherman myself, but

marveled as Ryan caught two to my every one. We caught almost all

trout. But there were a few skip-jack, flounder, needle-nose gar, and

ribbon fish. Ryan knew what each was.

How fish decide to when to start biting, off lighted docks at night, has

always been a mystery to me. Supposedly, they are influenced by the tide,

the moon, water temperature, and many other things that the true pro always

takes into account. All I know is that when they are biting, they are

biting. When they are not, you can go mad watching huge trout swim right

past your bobbing shrimp with no apparent interest. I can't remember how

many times I stayed up until one or two in the morning without so much as a

strike, only to be told by others that the fish began biting within an hour

of my going to bed.

When the fish stopped biting before midnight, I was ready to call it a

night. We had a good run, and I was not in favor of waiting hours in the

hope they would bite again. Daniel felt the same way. Both David and Ryan

were still hyped and wanted to fish longer. Daniel and I were tired and

stifling yawns while Ryan and David were still wired.

Daniel and I had a private discussion. We decided it would not be right to

go on to bed and leave the boys out alone.

We did, however, begin filleting the fish we had caught. The boys caught a

couple more as we did, but we soon caught up with them. Daniel and I

carried the fillets on up to the house and put them into the fridge. Then

we washed up. We dried our hands and looked out the window at the

dock. Both boys were still fishing intently.

"You've got neat cousins, Daniel," I said.

His hand grabbed my butt, "Well you ought to know."

I surprised Daniel when I turned from the window and pulled his face to

mine. My eyes flashed and were so close to his, he looked like he had one

eye. "Damn it, Daniel. I love you so much, and I want to make love, just

you and me, soooo bad. Your cousins are great, but..." his mouth closed

over mine. Our arms went around each other.

His arms went up under my shirt and windbreaker. Mine went down the back of

his shorts. "Damn all the clothes," I said and started to push Daniel's

shorts down.

"No, he said," grabbing at them, "We can't just leave Ryan and David out

there. Let's get them on into bed."

Reluctantly, I agreed. We went down to collect them. They were even more

reluctant to come up. That is, until David asked if we were going to mess

around.

They didn't even wait for an answer. Both tossed their poles into the

cabana and ran up the stairs. Daniel and I shut off the dock lights and

then those in the cabana. With the lights out, we embraced for some more

heavy petting. Maybe the boys would fall asleep waiting.

However, when we finally went upstairs, we found that the boys had washed

off all the fish smell from their hands, stripped, and were lying naked in

our bed, on their backs, stroking each other.

"Damn," Daniel and I said in unison.

"OK," I said, "Ya'll can have this room, Daniel and I will take the living

room."

Wails rose from the bed and both boys jumped up as if to follow

us. Obviously, that tact would not work.

"OK, OK," I said, and began to remove my clothes. Daniel did the same. We

crawled into the bed with the boys between us. From the outside it was me,

then Ryan, then David, then Daniel. "Night, Night," I said, and turned out

the last lit lamp which was next to the bed. Even before our eyes could

adjust to the dark, Ryan was humping one of my legs and it sounded like

David was pulling Daniel's cock right off his body.

I turned back on the light. Everyone looked surprised. "I think that was a

little foolish of me," I explained.

David turned back to stroking Daniel, trying to make him hard. It was

working.

Ryan scooted up until his nose almost touched mine. "Kiss me," he

whispered. I gave him a quizzical look. "Please," he repeated. He looked so

serious and frankly, his puckered lips looked so inviting, that I did. I

did kiss him.

Gently at first. And he kissed back firmly. Then he leaned back smiling,

like he had really accomplished something special. I rolled him onto his

back and moved my upper body over him. Looking down into his eyes, I

instructed him, "Put your arms around my neck." He did. I wrapped my arms

around him. "Now we will really kiss."

I lowered my lips to his and brushed mine back and forth lightly over

his. I pressed them to his. Then I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He

began to recoil, thinking I was trying to gross him out. But he realized

that wasn't the case and began rubbing his tongue against mine. He was as

much a natural at kissing as David.

Ryan's arms closed tighter around my neck. I held him to me and moved more

directly over him. His legs were spread and his hard cock rubbed against my

belly. We both began to moan as we took the kiss deeper. His hands ran up

into my hair. My hands explored his shoulders and thin torso. I kissed all

over his face and down the side of his neck. I kissed up his chin line and

down his throat. He said thickly, "I like kissing."

As I kissed down his chest and sucked his nipples, Ryan began squirming. I

kissed down his belly and licked inside his navel. Ryan's hands clutched my

hair. I kissed down his tender belly. It quivered under my mouth.

As I licked around his cock and balls, Ryan spread his legs wide open. I

ran my arms under them and buried my face in his crotch. I sucked his

ballsack into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. Then I sucked

in his cock and bathed its length with long tongue swipes. Ryan was really

squirming.

Next to us, Daniel had just lubed David. So much for being careful with the

boys. He was going to fuck David for the second time in only hours. As

Daniel set down the KY, I picked it up. I lubed Ryan's little ass

liberally, then lubed my cock really well.

Ryan was looking up at me smiling, almost drunkenly, his hands feeling over

my face and shoulders. With both hands grasping his hips, I lifted Ryan's

butt and moved my cock forward, placing the tip at his entrance. He

grimaced as I pressed in. I took my time moving very slowly. As I did so, I

bent to kiss Ryan. He hungrily kissed back. The farther in I moved, the

more I had to bend to maintain the kiss. "At least," I thought, "It's not

as hard as trying to suck myself."

At about the half-way point, I ran my arms under Ryan's back and raised him

up so that as I knelt, he sat on my cock, his legs wrapped around me. Our

lips stayed locked. I held Ryan tight against me so that our mouths were

together and he couldn't slide all the way down onto my cock. Instead, I

rocked about two-thirds of my cock in and out of him using gentle pelvic

thrusts. The tip of Ryan's hard cock lay against me.

This was no good. I wanted Ryan to get off too.

I decided he needed to be on top. I held him tightly and lay back until I

was on my back and Ryan was lying on me, his knees at my side. His head lay

on my chest, just under my chin. His own weight pressed his cock to my

belly. My hands held his waist as my cock drove deeper into him than even

last night.

I kissed the top of his head. He rubbed his cock on my belly as I moved

most of my length into him over and over. Next to us, David was humping a

pillow while Daniel lay on top of him, plunging full length into his ass.

Ryan was panting. Periodically, he groaned. Some drool ran from his mouth

onto my chest. I was trying to be gentle as I thrust faster. Ryan was

rocking with me, rubbing his cock forward on my belly each time I

thrust. He began making whimpering sounds. "Are you getting ready to cum,

Ryan?" I asked. He nodded and whimpered. I held his waist tightly and slid

my cock in even farther. I realized, suddenly, that I was all in. Before I

could pull back out, Ryan's ass ring tightened on me once, twice. My whole

cock was tightly sheathed. My cock began to throb and I squirted my load

into him. His small body clutched hard to me and he pressed his cock hard

against me as I felt his little cock throb in unison with mine.

We both finished. In a tense voice, Ryan asked, "Can you pull out now?"

I put my lips on the top of his head and held a kiss there while I pulled

slowly out. He tensed until I was out all the way. Then he relaxed on me,

head on my chest, like he was listening to my heart. I reached down a hand

and gently rubbed his little behind.

Ryan fell asleep on me like that. I pulled up the covers and turned my head

to watch Daniel and David. Daniel was arching up his back as he often did

when he came. David was chewing the sheets and moaning.

"Oh, shit. Oh, yeah," Daniel was saying as he emptied his load. He began

relaxing onto David. "Did you cum yet?" I heard him ask. David shook his

head. While staying in him, Daniel reached under and gave Dave's cock a

couple of strokes. The boy came, loudly spilling his cum onto the pillow.

Daniel pulled out and David rolled to his side. Daniel began to soothingly

rub David's back and butt. Before long, David was asleep.

Daniel looked up at me and yawned. I yawned back.

I rolled Ryan off me and onto the pillow. In his sleep, he tried to hang on

to me, but I stuffed a pillow in his arms. Then I got up out of bed. Daniel

slid out too and we went into the living room. A little light was coming in

the side windows from street lights down the road.

The light highlighted the definition of Daniel's muscles, his long lines,

and lean body. He was always beautiful in the night. We stepped together

and hugged each other hard, then kissed.

Daniel leaned back in my arms to ask, "Do you have anything left?"

"Do you?" I asked with rueful smile.

"I don't think so."

"Cuddle some?" I asked.

He nodded. I lay down on the floor. Daniel rolled me to my back and lay his

body down on me. We kissed and embraced. I wrapped my legs around him. Our

soft cocks and loose balls rolled together.

We hugged, kissed, and talked for quite a while. We both got semi-hard, but

were too tired to do anything. Finally, I asked, "Bed?"

Daniel nodded.

We crept back into the bed. David rolled over in his sleep and put his head

on Daniel's shoulder. Ryan's back was to me. I turned off the light and

then spooned Ryan's body with mine, wrapping my arms around him after I

pulled up the covers.

SUNDAY

It was a dream that woke me. I dreamt that I was in the nursery of a large

maternity ward. There were dozens of babies in their little hospital

cribs. A doctor was going from baby to baby putting drops in their eyes. I

asked him what he was doing, "This will blind them," he said smiling, "for

life."

I was horrified. He had to stop. "Why?" I cried out. "Why are you doing

this?"

"Because," he answered simply, "I want to."

When I realized he was blinding these babies for his own simple pleasure I

was horrified. This was so evil; I thought this had to be the Devil

himself. I recoiled. But then my dream shifted. Suddenly I was back at

lunch in the hamburger stand and that ugly lady was curling her lip at me

in disgust and revulsion. Then she turned from me to Ryan and David as they

sat eating. She gave them the same look. What if they saw her? What if they

saw and felt that devastating look? In my dream I shouted, "No!"

And I woke up, clutching Ryan to me. It was beginning to turn light

outside. I wondered if I had actually shouted out loud, but the others

seemed to be sleeping. I crawled out of bed and walked into the middle of

the living room. I stood looking out the front window at the bay. It was

glassy smooth in the morning calm.

I felt a small hand on my bare butt. I looked down. It was Ryan. He was

looking up at me, concern on his face. "Did you have a bad dream, Sean?"

"Yeah, Ry," I did. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to protect him from the

evil of that dream. Putting my hands under Ryan's shoulders I lifted him

up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I held him tightly to me, only

slightly aware of our mutual nakedness. I wasn't horny.

I sat us down on the couch, Ryan's bottom slid between my legs. He laid his

head on my shoulder. I told him about the doctor part of my dream. Ryan

said how wicked he thought the doctor was. "That really was a bad dream,"

he agreed.

Then I told Ryan what had really frightened me. "I think," I told Ryan,

"That I was the doctor."

"Huh?" he looked up at me, completely confused.

"I wonder if the dream had a meaning. I wonder if you and David were the

babies and I was doctor."

"I don't understand," Ryan said with a little worry in his voice.

"I'm not sure I do either," I sighed, "but when I woke up, I felt sure the

doctor was me. Maybe I've been doing things with you, showing you things

that will keep you from seeing other things later. Maybe our messing around

is messing you up." I gave him a sad smile and ran a hand over his hair.

Ryan sat quietly; he put his head on my chest. I hugged him and ran my

hands up and down his back. "Maybe," I said, "maybe the dream didn't mean

anything." I knew that I sounded more hopeful than convinced.

After a moment, David asked, "Does that mean you won't mess around with us

anymore?" He temptingly ground his soft cock against my soft cock.

I hugged him again, hard, and buried my nose in his hair to smell him

again, to smell his blend of sea and boy and sleep. "I think it means we

won't mess around this morning, you and me."

Ryan looked up at me. He put his small hand on my cheek and looked at me

very seriously. Then he put his arms around my neck and hugged me hard for

a moment. Afterward, he climbed off the couch and went back to bed.

Ryan must have awakened Daniel when he returned to bed, and Daniel saw I

wasn't there. He came out and looked around. "How come you're up so early?

It's barely sunrise."

"Bad dream," I answered.

He came and sat beside me, placing a hand on my thigh. "Want to tell me

about it?"

"Not really." I said with a sigh. Then I looked into his eyes, "But if

you're up to it, I would like to make love to you, any way you want."

Daniel leaned over and placed his mouth on mine. He reached down to rub my

balls and hold my cock. He ended our kiss with a smile, saying, "You know I

like making love face to face."

We moved to the floor, taking some suntan lotion with us, and we made love

face to face, bodies pressed together, first one, then the other buried

deep in his lover. We made love a long time and then dozed in each other's

arms.

"No fair," said David standing over us and stroking his morning woody. Ryan

came up beside him, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked down at us

and gave me a smile. Then Ryan grabbed David by the cock and began to lead

him back to the bedroom. "Don't sweat it, David. You and I can have our own

fun."

Daniel was lying on top of me. There was a sofa pillow under our heads. I

scratched his back. The weight of his body on mine was more comforting than

any bed and covers. We dozed some more.

After breakfast, we gathered up towels and sheets to start a load of

laundry. Once the washer started, Ryan and I pulled on our speedos and went

out on the dock. We left David sitting in Daniel's lap. They were both

watching TV.

Ryan and I slipped on aquas and walked a little along the shallows. I was

tossing out a throw-net I had brought. We caught crabs, small fish,

including a baby flounder, and even a hermit crab. Ryan was excited as I

pointed out the different animals and even types of seaweed that came up.

Looking in to Ryan's delighted face I had two thoughts. The first was that

teaching children would be a wonderful job to have. The second was to

wonder if Ryan could turn out someday to be a good friend. I had a sudden

vision of him and I doing bay research some day.

By the time we re-made the master bed, folded the towels, cleaned up and

packed, we were all tired, and glad to head home. For the trip back, Ryan

never got into the back seat, but sat in my lap right away. And there he

rode and dozed all the way home.

I never told Daniel about my dream at the beach; not until months

later. But the dream plagued me. At odd times, I would think of that

doctor. Other times, the look of that lady at the hamburger stand would

flash across my mind. I would see her face and feel condemned, unclean.

For weeks I tried to reassure myself that I was not an "untouchable."

I began dating Rachael, though Daniel was not pleased. But I needed to.

Before the end of the football season, she and I had screwed in the back

seat of my car. It happened unexpectedly (for me at least) and I had no

condom. We made love anyway, and the feel of her tight pussy, directly on

my cock (no condom), the beauty and feel of her breasts, her soft wet

kisses, and her total submission to my manhood, all convinced me that I was

truly bisexual. I drew comfort from that; even if we did sweat out a couple

of weeks to her next period.

Yet still, almost all my sexual imagination dwelt on boys, especially

Daniel. He and I were able to have our whole night to ourselves in a real

bed the very next week; the week when we had not game. It was our first

overnight bike tour. It was to Uncle James' beach house at the

Island. Again Daniel's parents and his Uncle's family had traveled to visit

his sick uncle. This time, his Uncle took Ryan and David as well.

Our idea was to ride into the gulf breeze on the way down and fly home on

it the next day. However, a "blue norther" (which is Texan for a stormy,

wet, cold front) blew through that night and added lightning and thunder to

our personal storm in the master bed. It was quite a night.

Unfortunately, it also meant that the next day we had to fight a strong

breeze out of the northwest as we biked home. It was a hell of a ride.

Our football season went well. We won all but two games. That wasn't good

enough, though, to get us into the playoffs. That would have to wait for

another year.

I probably should have cared more, but my mind was on so many things other

than football that fall. One was my brother, Colin.

Ever since David had told me that he had heard in the scouts that Colin

messed around, I found it difficult to look at Colin the same way I always

had. I began to really notice his long muscular legs and torso, his slender

hips and muscled butt, his blue eyes and deep red hair, and the thick

little patch of pubic hair just over his long cock. We both slept nude and

showered in the same bath. We had seen plenty of each other's morning

wood. Colin was as well hung as I, maybe even a little thicker, if just a

hair shorter.

Unlike my tan skin, Colin had smooth, creamy-white skin. But just like me,

he had almost no body fat. Every muscle showed.

Try as I might not to, I found myself time and again looking Colin's body

over with appreciation and slowly growing bit of lust. I even began to

imagine at times, that Colin looked at me the same way.

It was a couple of nights after Colin returned from a Boy Scout camp

out. He and I had gotten ready for bed. I had climbed into my bed. Colin

switched off the light. Then, instead of climbing into his own bed, he

climbed into mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as he laid his head on my pillow next to

mine and threw an arm over my chest.

"This last campout," Colin said, "David Reese--you know, Daniel's

cousin--and I had a talk."

"A talk, huh?" my voice was calm, but my heart was racing. I knew where

this was going, but damn it, Colin was my little bro. I loved him. I wanted

to protect him. Nevertheless, my cock was growing longer. I shifted my legs

to try to hide my developing erection.

Colin's hand rubbed down my stomach, then rested over my so obvious cock.

I pushed his hand away. "We are brothers, Colin--brothers." I said looking

over at him.

He smiled, "Which means we should have done this a long time ago." He put

his hand back over my cock and rubbed. I groaned and closed my eyes. When I

did he kissed me. Hard.

Colin rose up and laid his body down on mine. Our lips met again, and this

time I kissed back. Our tongues pressed into each other's mouths. Our arms

went around each other. Our cocks grew hard and we straightened them

between our bodies. We began to grind.

Holding Colin was different than holding other boys. Not just because he

was my brother. He was an athlete, like me. Holding him was holding muscle,

packed tightly. Our hands grabbed, stroked, kneaded, poked each other's

bodies, exploring our hard muscles, taunt in sex.

Our kissing was hot and passionate. Colin twisted his head as we kissed and

was forceful with his tongue. He began to kiss down my body. I pulled him

around over me in a sixty nine position, his cock dangling over my face.

Pulling it down, I licked the crown as Colin's hands began to play with my

balls. I sucked the tip of his cock as I reached up to feel his ball

sack. It was tissue soft. I could feel the weight and see the shape of his

two egg shaped testicles.

Colin's mouth closed over my cock head and his tongue began swirling over

it. I jumped, taking more of Colin's cock into my mouth. I ran my hand up

under his balls and rubbed between his legs. I smelled my hand with a deep

breath through my nostrils. It was a rich smell.

We began a frantic sucking. Colin and I had each been waiting for this a

long time.

My hands gripped Colin's ass hard as I pulled him down into my throat and

pulled him back up. His hands clamped onto the backs of my thighs as he

deep throated me. Colin's cock was big. He tasted and smelled all musky and

strong and of sex, but he also smelled like Colin. Each time my nose

pressed to his balls, I rubbed it in them to smell when I could breathe.

Colin began pumping into my mouth. I was doing the same to him. In a dizzy

see-saw kind of movement we alternately fucked in to each other's mouth

where our tongues stroked and swirled and caressed, our lips milked, and we

sucked and swallowed.

My balls began to tighten. So did his. Our pace quickened. It was happening

fast. Colin's jism squirted into my mouth and throat. His taste was sweet

and salty, a lot like mine. He tasted good. I swallowed reflexively as my

own cum flooded his mouth and throat.

We both relaxed, releasing our cocks from each other's mouth. We caught our

breath. I lay looking at Colin's relaxing cock and balls. They could not

look more perfect or more beautiful.

"You've got a great butt, Sean." Colin said as he ran a hand over my

hip. "You know the cheerleaders voted you best ass."

I laughed. I had not heard that one.

"No kidding," Colin insisted, and then in a quieter voice, "Did you know

that I have always liked watching your butt when you're naked?"

"You've got a great ass too, Colin." I said, patting it. "Beautiful,

even. And a great cock," I added, lifting it in my hand. "I've always like

watching your cock swinging when you walk around naked."

"You've got a great one too, brother." I felt him lick my cock. "It tastes

really great too."

I nuzzled his balls and the base of his cock. "And yours smells great," I

replied and put my mouth around it to give it a good suck.

"Ummmmm," he murmured. His hand rubbed my belly. "You've got a great body,

bro," Colin said as his hand moved down to pinch one of my nipples.

"Just like yours, bro," I said, stroking the smooth inside of his leg, "but

you have better legs."

Colin pinched my other nipple. "But if we're so alike," I asked, "how come

your nipples don't stick out all the time like mine do. It's damned

embarrassing." I reached down to rub the flat slabs of muscle that were his

pecs and found a nipple to pinch myself.

"Yours stick out," Colin teased, "Because I suck them at night when you're

sleeping; good low-fat milk, you know."

I caught a fold of his scrotum between my teeth and applied a little

pressure. Colin's hand closed tightly over my own balls. "I was just

kidding, Sean," he giggled, "You better back off or I'm not going to have

any little Sean nieces or nephews."

My teeth released him and Sean let go of my balls. He began running his

hand up and down my side where my waist rose up to my hips. "That reminds

me," he said, "Have you fucked Rachael yet?"

I was rolling his balls around in my hand. "Yeah," I answered. And then I

thought to myself, "Don't ask if I love her, though. Don't ask me who it is

I love."

"Is she good?" he asked.

I answered with honest enthusiasm. "She is really, really good. She's got a

tight warm pussy and firm tits and she fucks back when I screw her." I was

pleased to see that Colin's cock was getting hard. Pleased that is, to see

that talk of a girl also excited him.

"Have you fucked Susan yet?" I asked.

"Naw, she just lets me feel her up." Colin complained.

"That's not bad. Once she lets you start rubbing her cunt, it's all

over. Just work up her legs, like this," I said, caressing the inside of

Colin's leg and working my hand closer and closer to the spot between his

legs.

"And if she won't put out," I said, "Just offer to do some yard work for

Mrs. Martin the next time Mitch goes to spend time with his dad."

"No," Colin gasped. "You mean you and Mrs. Martin?"

"Hey, she still has a hot body. And she knows how to fuck."

"Damn," said Colin, thoughtfully, whole new horizons opening to him.

"And if she doesn't put out, you can always try Mitch's little sister

Dina. She put out for Stefan."

"No shit!" Colin exclaimed and his cock jumped. "She's young, but she's

really cute."

"You're cute too," I told him. "Go for it."

I stroked his now hard cock. He pulled my cock to his face and rubbed his

nose against it.

"Want to go again?" Colin asked.

"Yeah," I answered. Then I reached down to grab Colin's hard bicep and spun

him around over me so that he looked down into my face again.

I ran my fingers into his deep red hair on each side of his head and

grabbed two handfuls. Looking him in the eye, I said, "I have the best

brother anybody has, and I don't want to mess things up for us, Colin." I

relaxed my grip and combed his hair back with my fingers. "Ever," I said.

Our hard cocks were pressed together. He ground into me and lowered his

head to give me another deep kissed. Kissing my own brother was so strange,

and yet hot. And Colin was a damn fine tongue wrestler.

When we broke for a breath, I told him where I hid my KY. He retrieved it

and laid back down on me. "Who, first?" I asked.

"You're my big bro, Sean. Go for it."

With him still lying on me, I reached down and lubed his butt, pulling his

hard cock against mine in the process. I took my time feeling all over his

hard, smooth ass. Colin moaned into our kisses.

Colin moved his legs to straddle me and lifted his hips to free my cock. I

pointed it up toward his crack and he lowered himself back down on me. My

cock pressed upward against his butt hole. I had lubed it well. Once my

cock entered his crack, Colin took over, reaching behind, he grabbed my

cock and placed it against his hole. He backed on to it, pushing up to a

sitting position.

When my cock was all the way in, Colin leaned forward. He supported himself

with his hands on my shoulders as he began to rock back and forth on my

cock. My hands cupped his ass. I arched up into him as we began to move

together.

Colin's body was beautiful to watch, the muscles working under the skin of

his slender torso as he undulated erotically over me. My hands worked their

way down his strong legs and back up inside them. I played with his balls

and stroked his cock.

We fucked like this for a while, Colin's tight hole firmly milking me. I

wanted in deeper. So I grabbed him hard and rolled us to me on top.  Still

between his legs, I raised and spread them wide and up. His butt rose up. I

could grind all the way into him each stroke.

Colin was no virgin. He anticipated my moves and moved with me. As my pubic

bone came up against his perineum, I laid my body fully down on his and

wrapped my arms under him. He wrapped his arms and legs over me. Our mouths

met. I fucked in and out from my hips and Colin fucked back.

He was strong and limber, pushing his butt up hard against my each down

thrust. He was all muscle and sinew under me and his arms and legs crushed

me to him. I began pounding harder. Sweat built between our bodies. Our

mouths wrestled together.

I was pounding hard and deep, almost bruising my pubic area against his

bottom, my balls slapping his ass. His butt hole clenched at my cock,

milking my every withdrawal.

Deep in the root of my cock and in my balls, my orgasm began to churn. I

was trying to be quiet so as to not wake the rest of the family, but I was

having a mountain of an orgasm, and whimpered loudly into Colin's mouth as

the semen flowed into my cock and blasted out into Colin's insides. And

still I pounded. I pounded until I was empty and dry. I pounded even

longer, enjoying the vigor of it all and the wonderful body moving under

me. Colin. My brother. So beautiful. So hot.

I slowed and stopped. Then holding Colin tightly, I rolled us to him on

top. I spread my legs and Colin moved to kneel between them. He grabbed up

the KY and lubed his cock. Then he pushed up my legs and lubed me well,

shoving in a finger, then two and stretching me out.

His body glistened in the faint light coming into the room from our

window. His long, muscled torso moved easily, gracefully as he held up my

legs and worked on my ass. His slender waist and hips made his cock look

even bigger. He rose up on his knees and it came toward my hole.

Laying my head back, I relaxed and let him enter. He was gentle, but

entered in one long stroke. Then his body was pressing down on mine. Our

mouths met. I locked my arms around his hard back and dug my heels into the

cheeks of his butt, pulling him harder into me. I was determined that I

would fuck back just as hard as he fucked me. He began to pound and my bed

bounced with the vigor of my butt slamming back against his pounding cock.

I listened, the bed was not squeaking. I pounded back harder.

Colin pushed up, his hands on either side of my ribs. He was thrusting fast

now. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto me and rolled down his belly to

where we were joined. My hands ran up and down his strong flanks. I grabbed

his waist where he was bending with each thrust.

His hips became a blur and literally threw my heels off his butt. I crossed

my legs over him higher and used their leverage to push hard back against

his thrusts. My own sweat came rolling off my belly and chest. My hair felt

wet. Sweat rolled into an eye. I shook and blinked it out.

Colin arched his back and pounded hard into me. With small cries, he pumped

his load into me so forcefully that I felt each squirt. He stayed tense as

his cock pulsed. He stayed tense until all his cum was gone.

He relaxed onto me. I too relaxed, my legs falling to the side. My arms

gently folded over Colin's back.

"Wow," he said into the pillow. "You're fuckin good, big bro."

"You're one hot fuck yourself, little bro." I wiped sweat from his back,

down to his firm ass.

"Give me a minute and we can go again," Colin panted.

"Sure. But do we plan to sleep anymore in this room?" I kidded.

Colin chuckled and slid to the side so that his head was next to mine on my

pillow and his arm was over my chest, his leg over my waist. He fell asleep

quickly. I dozed off.

And I had the dream. The dream of the doctor putting blinding drops in the

eyes of babies. I asked again in horror "Why?" and he answered as casually

as before, "Because I want to." I recoiled. He was so evil. And then I saw

the lady again, the one at the hamburger stand at the beach. Again she

looked at me with loathing and disgust. This time, though she turned from

me to look on Colin with that same evil face. I looked at Colin and Stefan

walked up behind him and began squeezing Colin's shoulders in his

hands. Stefan wore a victory smile; a smile that cried out, "I win! I win!"

He ran his hands down Colin's chest and Colin looked up to kiss him.

I woke in a sweat. Colin was still sleeping on me, his warm breath tickling

down my neck. I thought of how much I loved Colin. And I thought of my Dad

and how he would feel with two gay sons. Not gay, I told myself, Bi. Two bi

sons. Would Dad need to know?  If we were just bi, not gay?

Suddenly I felt very, very weary inside and sad. And I felt afraid. Was I

ever like that doctor? How many ladies like the one in my dream are waiting

for me? For Colin? And then I shuddered as I wondered against my will what

my face would look like if that evil doctor was suddenly standing before

me. Would my face have the same expression as that lady?

I was so tired, and I was afraid of many things. I was afraid of my future.

Colin cuddled closer in his sleep. I was afraid of Colin's future, too. I

wanted to protect my brother. Tears were streaming down my

cheeks. Something hurt in my throat. I clutched Colin closer to me and

pulled the covers high up on us. I shuddered.

I never prayed. But that night, I pulled Colin closer and prayed for

him. Then I prayed for my Dad. Then I prayed for me.

It was all I knew to do.

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