Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 21:51:56 -0500 From: Greg Norman Subject: Summer Story Chapter 2 To the readers of Nifty: First please forgive the length of time it has taken to get this chapter out. My only excuse is that life sometimes rears its ugly head and causes computers to die, jobs to be lost, and living arrangements to alter. Things are back on track, so the following chapters should come out quicker. Second if you shouldn't read this type of story stop. If you are offended by this type of story, don't read it. If you are underage you shouldn't be here, but you are so behave and keep your feet off the furniture. Third and most importantly. The good people of nifty provide us with a forum to read and post these stories. This costs real (not fictional) money. I donate, and I don't have a lot, so you guys that can please donate to maintain this site at the link below. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html CHAPTER 2 GOING WITH THE FLOW Dinner took forever, and I watched the time, so it wouldn't seem too obvious that I was up to something. Finally a little after 10:00 I told mom I was going to my fort to sleep out. This was not unusual; I slept out most every night, except when I had to get up early. She reminded me I had to wash the windows and clean the screens in the morning, and wished me good night. I went to the fort, which was just in the woods by the house. I got the two remaining smokes I had hidden there, and I started for Chuck's. The moon was full, so I took off my white tee-shirt, so I wouldn't be seen leaving, and because it was hot still I put it my pocket. When I got to Chuck's, he was sitting in a lawn chair under the back roof he had put up earlier. I sat down on the concrete pad next to him, and I put my tee on the pad. It was muggy, so I felt better shirtless. "Hey, guy didn't know if you were going to show," he said, "glad you did. I hate to get stoned alone. I got something for you from town." He handed me a fresh pack of smokes and a small butane lighter that could be refilled. "You really earned more than $5.00, so I'm giving you a bonus." "Thanks," I replied. "Now there is one thing I have to tell you," he said, "there is no bathroom yet. If you have to pee do it outside. If you have to take a dump, I have a chemical toilet in the back of the truck, but please try not to use it. It is a real pain in the ass to empty." I told him that wouldn't be a problem, and I went to the edge of the lawn, and I pissed, so I wouldn't have to go later. Chuck and I carried his cooler into the cottage. The interior of the first room was gutted, except for a sink held up by two pieces of 2X4. "This is the kitchen," Chuck said, as he backed towards a door. He pointed to a small room with holes in the floor stuffed with rags. "This is the bathroom. All the kitchen cabinets, stove, refrigerator and all the fixtures for the bathroom are in the front room. We are going up to the loft." He pointed to a door on the left, which led us to a steep stairway. At the top was a loft that covered the top of the cottage. At the far end was a double bed and nightstand, and at the head of the stairs was an area with a small coffee table, several large pillows on the floor and a bookshelf filled with records and a stereo. There was a lamp with a blue cloth over it on the bookshelf that created a soft light in the room. Chuck put a LP on the turntable, and he pulled a section of the bookshelf from the wall. There was a space behind the shelf, and he took a large cookie tin and a bottle with a tube in the top and a long plastic tube in the side. He opened the tin, and it was full of a golden colored leaves and seed pods. He explained that this was prime Columbian pot. He deseeded it and mixed some stuff (I later would learn was hash), and he put it in the bong. He showed me how to smoke it, and I soon caught on to what he was showing me. We had smoked 2 bowls, and I had drunk about 3 beers, when I had to pee. Chuck told me to piss out the window by his bed, instead of going outside. I don't know how many of you realize that when you were wearing button fly jean shorts in the style of the 1960s, which was very tight at the hip, it was a lot easier to just open the fly from the top to the next to last button. I was trying to hold up the screen and aim my flow, so I was unable to hold up my shorts, and they slid down my legs. I really didn't care; it felt so good to relieve my bladder. Chuck was behind me waiting his turn, and when he finished we went back to the table. Chuck had rolled 2 joints, before he went to the window to piss. There was a stone next to them. "Now I will teach you the art of being shotgunned," he said, "just lay back on the cushions and inhale all the smoke as it comes to you. I am going blow it right in your mouth." I lay on the cushions, and Chuck leaned over me, and he blew the smoke from the joint into my mouth. I inhaled deeply; as I was inhaling Chuck placed his hand on my belly. I didn't think anything of it at the time. "That's it just hold it in," he said, "just go with the flow." His hand moved around on my belly, and one of his fingers found my belly button. It felt odd his softly rubbing my belly, but I thought it was part of shotgunning. His hand went up to my chest, and he traced my nipples softly with a fingertip. I felt my dick start to stir, and because of the way it was laying it started to grow sideways in my shorts. I exhaled a cloud of smoke. "You are doing just fine," he said, "ready for another?" He bent down, and he blew me another hit. I sucked it in, as his hand roamed over my chest and belly. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my shorts. I blew out the smoke, as I was trying to think of some way to fix my dick without him seeing. "You are doing real good, just keep going with the flow," he almost whispered. His fingers were tracing along the top of my shorts. "Relax and enjoy it," he said softly, "keep going with the flow." He blew more smoke into my mouth, and I took it in deep. I didn't feel his hand, and I looked down at my waist. He had unbuttoned the fly on my shorts, including the bottom hard to get to button, and he was folding back the top of my fly. He opened the other side, and he held my shorts up, so my hard cock could stand up. "MM so nice, just lay back relax, go with the flow, little man, just go with the flow." He pushed me back to the cushions softly, and he delivered yet another hit. I looked back down, and he had my shorts pushed down to the middle of my thighs. I knew I should stop him, but it felt so nice. He looked me in the eyes. I noticed sometime while he was shotgunning me and feeling me he had removed his shorts, and he was naked. He wasn't real big, about 6 inches with skin over the end. "Let's get these out of the way," he said, and he slid my shorts off, and I was naked. He tossed them away. "You look so good," he said, as he felt inside my legs, "and you feel so smooth." He felt me all over. His hands slid over me, until he finally felt my hard dick. I almost lost it, as he traced the length of my young dick. "You look good, and you feel good so now let's see how you taste," He started at my face kissing and licking, as he worked down my neck. My breathing got quicker, because I knew I should stop him, but I was too excited to want to. He gently bit my hard nipples, causing me to moan, and he went down licking me as he went. He tongued my belly button, and all this attention was causing my dick to twitch. I reached for my aching cock, but he stopped my hand. "Oh no buddy, that's for me to play with," he said, as he pushed my hand away. He returned to exploring my young smooth body with his tongue. He licked and kissed his way down, until he was sucking my toes. He worked his way back up, until he was licking between my ball sack and asshole. I was writhing on the cushions. I wanted to touch myself, but his head was in the way. He started licking my young pre-teen dick, and it felt so good. He lowered his mouth over the head, and he slowly slid down until his nose was against my pubes. It felt so good! I felt my dick get ready to explode, then he stopped sucking me, and he went back to my nipples. I reached to stroke it, so I would cum, but he stopped me. "Oh, no you didn't sweet Greg," he whispered, "just go with the flow, sweet one." He worked back down, until he was sucking me again. He opened my legs wider, as he worked my cock with his mouth. I rose from the floor, and he put his hand under my butt. I was panting, as I felt myself coming nearer to realizing my cum, but he pulled off again. I cried out, "Please, don't stop now! You gotta let cum, please!" "Hush, little man not yet," he crooned, "just go with the flow. Lay back and enjoy yourself." Once again, he kissed and licked his way down, until he had my cock in his mouth. His hands were all over me. I was panting and pumping my hips, as he sucked me. I was huffing hard, when I finally exploded in his mouth. I felt stream after stream of cum shoot from me. He swallowed all I had to give. He sucked me softly, until I went soft. He kissed his way up, until he was kissing me hard pushing his tongue in my mouth. I realized what I was tasting was my own cum. As we kissed, I felt my eyes grow heavy. I fell into a deep sexually satisfied, pot induced sleep. I don't know how long it was that I slept for, but I know that when I woke up I had to pee so bad it hurt. The room was dark, except for the moon light filtering in the window. I remembered peeing out the window earlier, so I went over to it, and I peed. As I was standing there, in the fog of still being stoned and just waking up, I realized that I was naked, and I remembered Chuck sucking me off. I started to panic! I thought, "Oh, shit what gonna happen when people find out I've been with a queer. Damn where are my shorts? Oh man I gotta get home." I looked into the room, past Chuck's bed trying to see where the light was, but I couldn't see it. I was passing the end of his bed, trying to be quiet, so I didn't wake him. Then I bumped the end of the bed, and I heard him stir, as I tried to go past his bed. "Hey, little man, you ok," he asked? "Ah, yeah sure I'm fine, but, ah I gotta find my shorts, so I can get home," I replied. he reached out, and he took my wrist, then he reached up and stroked my chest. "I really gotta go, ah my mom" He put a finger to my lips. "shhh" "But really I got to go!" "shhh" He was feeling down my belly, and I could feel my dick start to respond. He licked around my stiffening tool, and then he took my semi-hard boy cock in his mouth. "ummm I really got to you know I can't" "shhh" He sucked me, and he pushed my hip back and forth as he bobbed on my dick. When he took his hands away, I stopped then he started pushing them again. It started to feel good, so I started to pump his mouth. I was soon pumping his hot mouth, as his fingers felt in the crack of my butt. It felt so good, fucking his mouth, and I had never experienced anyone touching my hole. My breath started coming quicker, as I felt the cum rise in my balls. It felt so good, his tongue swirling around my cock, as I pumped his mouth. His fingers prying into the crack of my butt, as I pushed deeper into his mouth. I felt the tips of his fingers trace my butt hole, and I pumped his face faster and faster. The sweat was rolling down me, as I fuck Chuck's warm mouth. His fingers pushing against the opening of my boy hole, he was slowly probing the entrance to my private spot. I was pumping hard, when I felt ready to cum. I pushed deep in his mouth and fired fpr the second time that night. Chuck swallowed my cum, as I pumped it out. His fingers were still playing at the entrance to my hole, as he sucked my slowly softening cock. He finally let my soft cock fall from his mouth, and he pulled my face to his. We kissed deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. We were lying side by side on the bed. I could feel his hard cock on my side, oozing his precum on me. His hands were feeling me all over my front. My cock was growing hard again. I wanted him to keep going, but I was scared, because I liked what he was doing. "Chuck, I got to get home," I panted, still feeling the relaxation from my spent orgasm, "please, I have to find my shorts, so I can go back to my fort." "Okay, little man let's find your shorts," he said. He turned on the light, and we went back to the area by the coffee. He found my shorts in the corner of the room, and he tossed them to me, so I could put them on. I noticed his cock was still hard, as he watched me pull them up. "Hey little man, you know it's only 3:10, now you really don't have to worry about getting home to soon," he asked, "you said that you were sleeping in your fort, right?" I bit my lips, knowing what he was asking, "Well, I guess I could stay," I thought. My dick was stirring again thinking of the possibility that the sex would continue. I put the thoughts of the fact I was doing gay stuff out of my mind. "Well I guess I can stay for a little while." I heard myself saying. "Good, little man that's going with the flow. He took my hand, and he led me to the bed. He sat in front of me on the side of the bed. I watched him undo my shorts again, and he took them off. My boner was standing straight up, and I felt the anticipation of what was coming. "Now, you can help me little man," he said, as he pulled me down next to him. We were soon kissing hard, with our tongues digging deep into each other's mouth. His hands were roaming over me, then he took my hand, and he put it on his hard uncut cock. It felt so hard and hot in my hand. I could feel the gooey slickness of the precum coating it. He lay back on the bed pulling me down so I was along side of him. I stroked him, until he pulled my hand off. "Get on top of me, little man," he whispered, as he guided me over him. "Good now, hump on me." I was confused, not knowing what he meant. He grabbed my buns, and he started to push me so our cocks were rubbing together. The sweat from the heat of our bodies and the load of precum oozing from his cock made the perfect lube to prevent friction. He used his legs to open mine, so I was able to pump on his cock harder. His breathing grew faster, and he pulled me tighter and tighter to him. I felt him rise up, and I felt as he spewed an awesome load of sperm between us. I started to get up, but he held me on him. "Go with the flow, little man, keep going I know you are almost there," he panted. I resumed pumping feeling his sperm coating my cock. I felt the urgency of the oncoming release building again. I pumped harder and faster, until I added my small amount of cum left in my young balls to the mess between us. We lay next to each other just touching. My breath slowly returning to normal, as he was whispering something I couldn't quite hear. I put my head on his shoulder, and I soon drifted in to a deep sleep. I don't remember dreaming or anything else, until I felt him gently shaking me awake. "Hey, little man time to wake up," he said, as I opened my eyes, still feeling the pot and the effects of the sex. I stretched to chase away the last effects of sleep. Chuck was standing in front of me nude his soft cock swaying in front of me, and I realized I was still nude too. I reached for my shorts, but as I went to put them Chuck stopped me. "Hey, Greg wait a bit man, you smell like sex. Let's go downstairs and get you cleaned up, OK?" I noticed he was right. I smelled like the locker room at the high school after a big game. "Sure, I guess I should clean up." He led me to the back yard, and he brought out two large pans of water from the kitchen. He took a smaller pan, and he poured warm water from one of the pans over me. Then he took a sponge, and he got it soapy. He started with my face, softly washing me. The warm soapy water was dripping down my naked body, as he gently washed away the remains of the previous night's encounters. I almost started to tell him that I could wash myself, but his gentle scrubbing felt so good. He cleaned my pubes, penis and balls with his hand. This caused me to start to stiffen again. He stopped, and he picked up the sponge again. He washed my legs. He went behind me, and he washed my back. I saw the sponge drop, and I felt his hands start to wash my butt. He got both cheeks, and then he went between them. He played around my hole, and I heard him breath heavy. I started to turn, but he stopped me. "Just a second Greg," he panted, and I knew he was stroking himself. I heard him grunt, and I knew he was cumming. He turned me so I was facing him, and he kissed me deeply. I felt him run his hand along my side once more. "I guess you should get going, little man, before I'm late for work, and you get into trouble for not being home on time." "Yeah, I guess." He handed me a towel and he watched me, as I dried off and got dressed. He handed the pack of cigarettes that he bought for me last night. "Don't forget these," he said, and he waved, as I entered the woods to return home. I lit a smoke, seeing he had put a couple of joints in the pack, and I walked slowly to my fort the events of the evening running through my head. I was sure my life had changed forever.