What follows is a fictional story from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance between a character in this story and a real person is purely coincidental. The story contains scenes of sexual interaction between an adult man and a minor boy as well as other adults. The sex acts described are not protected sex. The author encourages you to always use a condom and practice safe sex. If the subject matter offends you, or you are under 18 years of age, or it is illegal to read this in your locality please leave this page, proceed no further.
Copyright 2010. All rights reserved.
This is my first attempt at writing fiction. I hope to submit chapters as I get them written. If any of you who read this have ideas about where the story should go, or what kind of action you would like to see incorporated, please drop me a line. Also any comments on my writing style would be appreciated, but be gentle – it's my first time. Comments may be addressed to: xBrentandJason@gmail.com
My name is Jason. I'm 32 years old and work for a major bank, having joined them right out of college after finishing my education about seven years ago. I'm the active type. Some have called me a jock, although organized sports aren't my thing. I'm much more in to camping and white water. At 6 ft 2 inches I tip the scale at just under 180 pounds and have stayed there since my college days. I keep my blond hair rather short and while I have a moderate amount of chest hair naturally, I usually keep it shaved. I don't, however, shave my legs, and that hair extends all the way up, thankfully ending at the top of my butt so I don't have to shave or wax my back. I'm proud of my "equipment", being cut, a bit over 7 inches and quite thick, and a nice set of nuts if I do say so myself.
I met my partner, Brent, three years ago while on a white-water trip down the lower fork of the Payette River in Idaho. If you are in to white-water, you really must go there: There are several class 4 and a couple class 5 rapids that will give you one hell of a rush! After I set up my camp the first night out, as I was building a fire to cook on, I heard someone walking up behind me.
"Hey there!" he said.
I turned around as I stood up and saw an absolute Adonis approaching me. He was taller than me, built about the same but with dark longer hair, a neatly trimmed beard, sparkling brown eyes and the whitest teeth I've ever seen. He was smiling broadly as he offered his hand. I grasped his hand and as I shook hands with him I couldn't help but notice how soft his hand was – but not his grip. Wow.
"Hi. I'm Jason. And you are..." I paused.
He continued to shake my hand and just looked into my eyes, smiling. Then he kind of shook his head and said "Oh, sorry. I'm Brent. That's my tent over there" he said, pointing back over his shoulder to a tent about 30 yards upstream. "Just thought I would wander over and introduce myself".
"Well, I'm glad you did Brent. It's very nice to meet you. I've not talked with anyone since I left home" I offered.
Brent smiled again. My God his teeth just sparkled. "I'm thinking I'm glad I did too. So where is `home'?"
"San Diego. Well, at least for the moment. I'm working on getting a transfer" I paused and stepped over to the log by my small fire. "Sit down Brent and stay a while. Have you had dinner yet?" I inquired.
"Yeah, but I'd love to sit a bit, do you have an extra cold drink handy?" he asked.
"Jeez, my manners. Sure I do. Beer or soda?"
"Beer, if you are having one" he responded.
I got up and took two beers out of my very small insulated pack, handing one to Brent. We both opened them at the same time and each of us took a long swallow.
We had a very nice conversation, each telling the other quite a bit about ourselves. I couldn't help but notice that Brent used his hands a lot while talking and frequently touched my leg or arm as he spoke. I had forgotten all about dinner by now and was allowing myself to fall under whatever kind of spell this man was casting. He was interesting and witty. And as the conversation continued and the sun went down our talk turned to more personal things.
"So what about the ladies Jason; you have a steady girl?" As Brent asked me this he was looking at the ground and continued to stare at the dirt while waiting for my response.
"No, there are no ladies. And there won't be either; I'm gay. Why do I think you already knew that?"
"Well, I didn't know it. But I was hoping." He said, smiling as he looked up from the ground and made eye contact.
"Uh huh... I was hoping too" I said. And I leaned over slowly until our lips touched. It was a very nice kiss; not too aggressive on either of our parts, but not shy either. I scooted my butt to the left on the log bringing my thigh in contact with Brent's. Then put my arm around him and kissed him again, this time pushing my tongue against his lips until he opened his mouth and let me in. He sucked my tongue in deeply as I explored his mouth. God he tasted good, even after all day on the river.
After about 15 minutes of heavy kissing and letting my hands wander around feeling his muscles I sat back and looked in to his eyes. "So do you want to go get your sleeping bag and bring it over here or shall I take mine to your tent?" I asked.
"You've already got the fire going here" he said. He gave me another kiss. "Besides, we won't need two sleeping bags, will we?" he asked.
I just took his hand and stood up pulling him up with me and led the way into my small tent. When we got inside I rolled out my bag on top of the air-mattress, stood up and turned to face Brent. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and he raised his arms as I pulled it from his body. I dropped the shirt and immediately leaned forward and put my lips on his right nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. Brent moaned. The he reached over my back and grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me. I went back to his chest, taking the other nipple into my mouth.
As I released it Brent started to turn but I grabbed his arm stopping the turn and then pushed it upwards as I pushed my face into his armpit and took in a ragged breath, then slowly licked his hairy pit. Now it was my turn to moan. My cock was so hard it was nearly ripping through the fabric of my cargo shorts. "Aw fuck dude" was all he said, and then offered me the other armpit.
We more or less fell down onto the sleeping bag and continued to kiss and explore each other. I felt Brent tugging at the top button of my shorts but he wasn't getting it open. I reached down and popped them open and he pulled the zipper down. I raised my hip up a bit and Brent pulled my shorts and briefs off in one smooth pull all the way down my legs and off. My hard cock sprang out; it's head already slippery from all the pre-cum.
"Your turn" I said simply as I reached for Brent's shorts. I popped them open and pulled the zipper down. He wasn't wearing anything under them. "Ah, commando man, huh?" I said.
"Yeah, when I'm camping for sure."
We pressed our bodies together, kissing passionately while rubbing our hard dripping cocks together. We were lying facing each other but Brent pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me holding his weight on his elbows. He kissed and licked his way down my neck and chest, pausing for just a moment to tounge my bellybutton, then on down until he took my dripping cock into his mouth. What he was doing felt awesome, and it had been some time since I had seen any action like this.
I let him suck and lick my cock, then lick my balls, and as he took my cock back into his mouth I said "Turn around man, let me suck you too."
He reversed his position on the sleeping bag and took me into his mouth again. I grasped his hard cock, which was bigger than I had imagined at over eight inches and cut like mine, and rubbed it across my lips and cheek, smearing his sticky pre-cum on my face before greedily sucking it into my mouth. Fuck, he tasted good. I worked on his cock as he worked on mine, and as I got most of it down my throat my nose was enjoying the smell emanating from his bush and nuts. He definitely had a nice smell. I wanted more, so I pulled off his cock and sucked his left nut into my mouth and pushed my nose under his balls to sniff him there closer to his butt. It was intoxicating.
Moving back to his cock I again swallowed it, taking most of his length into my throat as his hips were gently thrusting. I was close and thought from his movements that he was too. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer and I pushed my cock hard into Brent's mouth as I began to shoot my cum. He moaned and pulled his cock back so that just the head was left in my mouth as he began to unload string after string of hot, thick, sticky cum. I swallowed, and then swallowed again and again. We both took our time nursing on each other's cocks to get the last bit of cum out before releasing them.
I turned around to lay my head next to Brent's and locked lips with him, our tongues taking turns in each other's mouth tasting the residual cum there. I finally pulled back just a bit and said "I needed that man. You are one hot fucker."
"Look who's talking" said Brent.
We continued to hold each other and periodically kiss as we both drifted off to sleep. It had been a very long day.