Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2022 22:03:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Hospital - Chapter Eight WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again' story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues, but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them and their feeling towards one another. This chapter culminates in the two main characters finally coming to terms with just what their relationship is about. A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Eight "At the Lake" As soon as Lance got in the car, Brad introduced him to his friend Paul from school who was going with us. "Paul, this is Lance. Lance, Paul." Brad made the introductions. "Glad to meet you, Paul. Any friend of Brad's is a friend of mine." Lance replied as he shook Paul's hand. "Paul and I have known each other for most of this year from school. But we never knew how much we had in common until my pronouncement at the dedication," Brad smiled as Paul's face turned red. "Hope it works out for the both of you," Lance said quietly. "Oh, it's ok, Lance. Mom and Dad know how we feel about each other." "Ya," Preston interjected, "you feel about each other constantly. Feeling here, feeling there, feeling everywhere." "Shut up, ass wipe," Brad called out to his brother at the teasing. It was a four hour ride to the cabin on the lake. Mr. Phillip's big nine passenger SUV made it a comfortable ride. Preston and Lance sat in the middle seat and Brad and his friend Paul sat in the third seat. About one hour into the trip the traffic got heavy. Mrs. Phillips had fallen asleep and Mr. Phillips was giving his complete attention to the road. Preston nudged Lance and tossed his head towards the rear seat. Brad and Paul both had their stiff cocks out and were slowly jerking each other off. "He told you they have feelings for each other, very 'hands on' feelings," Preston whispered. Then he made the universal jerking motion with his hand then spread his two hands to the side with a faux look of surprise. Lance looked at him quizzically. "Wait until they cum and find their laps covered," Preston whispered with a giggle. Five minutes later Preston nudged me again, "Problem solved." In the back seat, Brad had bend over and put his mouth on Paul cock, catching a hot load of salty teenage cum in his mouth rather than getting it all over them. Then Paul returned the favor and took Brad's load in his mouth. They both sat up and smiled at each other, then a quick kiss to exchange the cum remnants in their mouths. Right about then Mrs. Phillips woke up and rummaged through her bag. "I have some snacks if you boys would like something to eat?" "No thanks, Mom, were not hungry," Brad politely replied. "Ya, they've already eaten," Preston said quietly as he turned to look at the two of them. Brad smacked Preston on the shoulder and retorted, "Jealous?" Lance wasn't sure about Preston, but he was. He was chubbing up and had to arrange himself to get comfortable. Preston looked over at him as he was moving his junk and commented, "I know what you mean," and nodded down to his lap as his bulge grew larger. Going to be an interesting weekend for all the boys. The 'cabin' was a huge log cabin style building. There was a huge great room with a front wall made entirely of glass for an unobstructed view of the lake. Towards the back of the great room was a second floor loft area that had three bedrooms and a bathroom. The first floor under the loft area had a small kitchen and a large master bedroom and bathroom. Brad and Paul were to share a room and Preston and Lance each had their own room. When Preston open the door to his room he found the place torn apart. Squirrels had gotten in chewed up everything. The bed, the rug, the curtains, anything that was chewable. The other loft bedrooms were untouched. "Well Lance, looks like you and I are going to be bed buddies for the weekend." Preston announced. "Preston, why don't you sleep on the couch and let Lance have the room to himself," Mr. Phillips suggested. "No, that's fine, Mr Phillips, I have no problem sharing the room with Preston. As long as he doesn't snore," Lance laughed. "Don't worry, I don't snore," Preston said loudly. Then quietly he said to Lance, "I'll just have to make sure and not sleep with my mouth open. Or maybe I will." "If that's what you want, Lance. We try to make our guests comfortable. You boys go get settled in and then I'll show you around while Audrey makes supper. After the long drive we should get to bed early so we can get up early and make the most of the daylight hours." "I like the way my Dad thinks, go to bed early and get it up early," Brad snickered. "Give it a rest, horndog," Preston chided Brad. Then turning to Lance, "But maybe not such a bad idea, huh?" Lance was beginning to wonder where he and Preston were going with their friendship this weekend. So far there was a lot of sexual innuendo and tension in the air between the two of them. Not that he was opposed to some fun between them. He didn't want Preston getting the wrong idea though. It would be just be fun, nothing serious. Mr. Philips showed the boys around the grounds. A long dock that went way out into the water, a large boathouse for all the watercraft, a tennis court and a nice sandy beach. It was breathtaking. Mrs. Phillips, Audrey, called us for the supper she had set out on the large deck that wrapped around the front of the house. Excuse me, the cabin. The boys all helped clean up after the meal while Mr. and Mrs. Phillips enjoyed a glass of wine on the deck. "You boys hurry up and get finished. The sunset here is something you don't want to miss," Mr. Phillips cautioned the boys. They all came out and sat on the deck to watch. "Come on Lance. The view is better down on the beach." Preston offered. The four of them got up and went down to lie on the beach. Mr. Phillips was right, the sunset was truly amazing. Lance was starting to fall asleep when Preston shook him, "Come on sleepy head, let's go inside and get to bed." The four boys went back up to the cabin and said their good nights to the parents then off to their respective rooms. Being the older, Preston called dibs on using the bathroom first for he and Lance. Back in their room, Preston undressed as he stood next to the bed. "I suppose I should ask seeing as how we are sharing the bed, but do you object to me sleeping in the nude?" Preston asked. "No problem. I usually sleep that way myself," Lance replied. They turned off the light and climbed into bed. It was a queen bed so there was plenty of room for each of them to have their own space. They said good night to each other and were quiet until Preston spoke up softly. "Lance, I have a confession to make. Can I tell you something in strict confidence. And please don't get upset. I don't want to ruin our friendship but I have to be honest about something." Preston started. "We best friends, Preston, you can tell me anything you want. As long as it doesn't involve murder or anything about a class B felony," Lance joked. "Wait until I finish before you say anything, okay?" This sounded serious. Lance turned to face Preston as he spoke. "I told you I wanted to learn how to give a blowjob so I could do it to Brad?" "Yes, I remember." "Just listen, please. Then I told you I wanted to practice so I could do it right? Well, I had no intention of ever doing that to Brad. I just used that as an excuse to suck your cock. I'm so sorry I deceived you. I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted anything to do with me any more." Preston, you fool, we're best friends, no matter what. I don't care if you're bi, or gay or whatever." "That's the thing, Lance., I'm neither. At least I don't think I am. I really enjoy girls. My girlfriend Linda and I have great sex. I'll see her in the hall at school and get an instant boner. She looks at my bulge and just smiles and silently mouths 'Tonight'. And I walk around the rest of the day with a semi. I don't look at guys that way or get aroused in any way. I don't even get turned on sexually by you, unless you're naked and I look at your cock. I guess I'm just a cock hound." "You're turned on by a guy's cock but not him? Turned on to the point you want to suck it? That is a new one on me." "It had me totally screwed up in the head. I truly like you as a friend. I can hang out with you all day, even sleep in the same bed with you and not get horny at all. But see your cock, soft or hard, and I have all I can do to not drop to my knees right then and there and take you in my mouth." "And you're sure there are no other feelings of desire towards me, or any guy?" "None what so ever. I don't want to hug or kiss or get sucked or anything anal. I just like to suck a stiff cock." "Maybe you just haven't admitted the rest of being bi or gay?" "No, I'll show you." Preston got out of bed and turned on the light. "Sit cross legged on the bed with me. Now, we're both soft, right?" "Right." If I look at your face, nothing happens," looking directly into Lance's eyes. But drop down to look at your cock and se what happens," as Preston's cock begin to fill with blood and stiffen. "Okay, so it took a few minutes to react to me." "No, watch when I look back up at you, not your cock," as Preston's cock quickly deflated. "See? Now watch when I think about the last time Linda and I had sex." Again Preston's cock came to life. "Now if I think about Mrs. Brittmeyer, our math teacher, soft as a cooked noodle," his cock sinking back down. "Anyone would loose a hardon thinking about that old lady teacher," "I look back at your cock again, and there it goes," his cock rising up like the Phoenix, starting to leak some precum. "When I asked you to show me how to suck cock, I knew exactly how I felt and what I was doing. I know it was wrong the way I did it." "Dude, I've never seen anyone go from hard to soft and back again so quick and so many times. Is it just me that does this to you or does any stiff cock get you horny?" "I don't get a chance to see many cocks. In the showers at school I make sure I maintain eye contact and not look down. Once one of the guys got hard and everyone was pointing to him and busting on him. I gave a quick glance and that was all it took. I was immediately hard and proud. I made a joke out of it that all the guys should bone up so he wouldn't be embarrassed. About half the guys got in on it and stroked until they were chubbed. I finished quick and got dressed. Since then, only eye contact no matter what." "Damn, that has to be tough." "It is, but it's something I have to deal with. I hope you understand." "No problem, I'm here for you. If there is anything I can do for you, just ask." Preston looked down at Lance's cock as his began to grow. "If you really mean it," Preston said with a smile. "I don't want things to get complicated or awkward between us. I'm kind of involved with someone else right now." "I know, you and Chris are lovers." "How do you know? Uh, I mean what gives you that idea?" "Lance, I've seen the way you two look at each other. The same way Brad and Paul look at each other. It's pretty obvious if you know what to look for. But I'd never let on to anyone. He's just your guardian and you're his charge as far as I'm concerned." "Thanks. We're still not sure exactly what we have but I know it's good. I don't want to screw that up by getting romantically involved with you or anyone else. So I suppose I can help you but if any feelings develop you have to be totally honest and let me know. Deal?" "Deal! Just cocksucking. No kissing, no hugging, no anal, no romance." Preston got off the bed and went to turn off the light. Lance was back under the covers as Preston slid into his side but then reached over and put his hand on Lance's cock. "Is now a good time?" Preston snickered. "As good a time as any." Lance replied as he rolled on his back and spread his legs. Preston moved over and got between Lance's legs, wasting no time in taking a hold of the stiffening cock in front of him. It only took a few strokes and Lance was completely hard. Preston moved his mouth over the tip and wet it with his tongue then slowly slid down taking as much as he could in one movement. He held his mouth still and just savored the taste and feel in his mouth. Following all the skills that Lance had taught him he began to give an accomplished blowjob. Alternating his movements up and down, a lot of tongue action and playing with Lance's balls all the while. On the upstroke of his mouth, Preston would squeeze the cock with his hand and milk some precum to the tip, enjoying the taste before he dropped back down. Lance was beginning to thrust his hips up and down in sync with Preston. The pressure was building and Lance's breathing was short and shallow as his body tensed for the impending climax. Preston grabbed Lance's ass cheeks and pulled him tight to his face as Lance's load shot down Preston's throat. Jerk after jerk of Lance's hips signaled each shot of cum being released. Lance lay still waiting for his breathing to return to normal as Preston held his cock in his mouth as it went soft. He pulled off and licked up any cum that leaked out of his mouth. Preston flopped back on his side of the bed next to Lance. "You're an awesome cocksucker, Preston. Do you want me to do you as well?" "I'm good. I liked it when you sucked my cock to show me what to do, but I don't expect you to reciprocate." "I'm tired tonight but maybe I'll return the favor in the morning." "Okay, we'll see," as Preston rolled on his side facing away from Lance. "Good night Lance." "Good night Preston." "Thanks." The two drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes. Preston dreamt of being in the showers at school, being on his knees and sucking any cock that came near his mouth. His jaw was sore and his mouth, face and chest were covered in cum from a dozen or more horny teenagers with big stiff cocks to feed him. When he woke in the morning his cock was so stiff it actually hurt. He lay there remembering bits and pieces of his dream as he began to stroke his cock. Lance meanwhile had been having dreams all night of having sex with Chris. The blowjob from Preston the night before had brought back memories of the first time he sucked Chris's cock. He also woke up horny and hard. He looked over at Preston slowly stroking his cock and commented, "I see you have it ready for me to return the favor from last night." Lance threw back the covers and rolled over to replace Preston's hand with his mouth. Lance could hear others stirring in the house so he wasted no time sucking Preston 's cock to the best of his ability. As horny as Preston was and as good as Lance was, it was only a matter of minutes before Preston shot his load. Lance rolled back to his side of the bed. "That was nice, thanks Lance. No drama between us, no feelings, just plain satisfying sex. Just the way we want it." "So far, so good. Let's hit the showers and head down for breakfast." As they walked past Brad's room they could hear the all too familiar sounds of two young guys having sex. The squeaking bed, the sounds of heavy breathing and encouragement, 'Oh ya, harder, deeper, ya, just like that', 'Damn, you're tight, but good.' Lance and Preston looked at each other and smiled. "Guess we weren't the only two the mountain air made horny this morning." "This morning? They've probably been at it all night." Preston noted. And indeed they were. Brad and Paul had known one another casually from school. Paul had a cherub face that sat nicely on his slightly chubby body. Not fat, mind you but not an athletic build either. Light brown hair that was always tussled and never stayed combed in place. His clothes weren't tight on him so you couldn't get an idea of his build in his school clothes. Brad would stare at him whenever he thought he could without getting caught. He had wanted to go up to him and start a conversation but never had the nerve. Paul, like Brad, kept to himself as much as possible. Brad ran into Paul at the local convenience store the day after the dedication. Brad gave him a quick glance but looked away as soon as he noticed Paul looking over at him. Paul approached Brad as he finished paying for his soda. "Hi Brad." "Hi," Brad answered curtly expecting to get some snarky comments about his coming out at the dedication. "I saw you at the skate park dedication yesterday," Paul continued very meekly. "Ya, you and a couple thousand other people. So what?" waiting for the insults to begin. "Oh nothing, I just wanted to say how brave you were to announce you were gay. I'd never have the balls to admit that in public, or in private either." Taken aback by Paul's revelation, "You kind of did just say that though, didn't you?" "Fuck, I guess I did. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone," as he turned to walk away. "Whoa, hold up. Let's talk. You're Paul, right? Homeroom 201?" "Ya, you know me?" "Just in passing. I always wanted to come up to you and say 'hi' but was too nervous. I think you're cute." "Holy shit! All this time and we never connected. I think you're handsome . . . and hot!" Brad and Paul left the store and spent that afternoon together getting to know one another better. They became friends and were looking forward to spending an incredible summer together. When Brad's father told the boys about the weekend trip, Brad begged to bring his new friend along. "Preston will have Lance and you and Mom will be together. I'll be all alone to play by myself," Brad argued. "You mean play WITH yourself," Preston giggled to Brad who promptly smacked his shoulder. Mr. Phillips agreed to let Paul come along. Turns out both of the boy's fathers knew one another so it was easy to get Paul's parent to agree as well. As soon as Preston and Lance were finished in the bathroom, the two boys ran in. "Let's just wash the important parts and not waste time with a shower tonight," Brad suggested. "Sounds good to me." Paul replied. They stood at the toilet, side by side, to pee, checking each other out. They had very little experience with each other, or anyone for that matter, up to now. They were giggling and bumping shoulders as they crisscrossed their streams of piss. "Make sure you shake it good enough," Brad advised as he reached over and took Paul's cut cock in his hand and shook it back and forth. "Thanks, Brad. Same goes for you," as Paul reached over and did the same. Holding each other's soft cocks quickly changed them into stiff boners, ready for an evening of fun. They hurried and washed up and scurried back to their bedroom, running down the hall with a tent in both of their shorts. As soon as they got in the room they stripped their clothes off and jumped into bed. "I've dreamed of this for so long, Brad, but now its happening, I have no idea what to do." "Me neither but I watched a lot of gay porn so I have some idea." "Oh hell, I've watched some porn as well. Does that mean five naked frat brothers are going to come running into the room and rape our virgin asses?" Paul laughed. "Not five, just one. And not a frat bother, just a horny sexually frustrated high school stud." Both boys laughed and giggled then brought their faces together for their first real kiss. As they opened their mouths to let the other one's tongue invade, they pulled their bodies together wriggling and rubbing and pressing their stiff cocks against one the other. Pulling back from the kiss, Paul looked at Brad. "Should we go slow and do one of everything we can think of?" "Or go as fast as we can and do them all as many times as we can like the horny fourteen year olds we are?" Brad questioned. They decided to take their time and get to know one another's bodies and what each one liked and how they responded. They went back to kissing and hugging. Then their hands moved down and took hold of each other's leaking cocks, slowly stroking them. Each one of them murmured at the first touch of another hand on them other than their own. "Brad, slow down, I don't think I'll last too long. I'm so fucking horny right now." Brad moved his head and kissed Paul's neck, then down to his chest and licked and nibbled his nipples. Paul lifted his back off the bed to meet Brad's warm wet mouth. Brad alternated from one nipple to the other and then moved down Paul's stomach. "If you're not going to last long, then let's get it over with," as he dove down on Paul's twitching cock. "Oh hell, man, you're going to make me cum!" "That's the whole idea, isn't it? As often and as many times as we can?" And with that Brad swallowed the whole 6" of Paul's manhood, swirled his tongue and applied some suction. Paul was squirming and writhing on the bed grabbing the sheets on either side of him and scrunching them. In less than a minute, Paul let go of the sheets and grabbed Brad's head and held him tight. "Here it comes, I can't hold it any longer." Paul choked out between breaths. "Give me all you got, Paul. I've been waiting so long for this." Paul bucked his hips up in the air as his body tensed up and he let go with the first of seven ropes of cum down Brad's throat. Brad was pulling Paul's ass cheeks to hold his cock deep in his mouth so as not to let any cum drip out. After the third or fourth volley, Brad choked a little before swallowing and then taking the rest quite easily. The two stayed in the same position as they caught their breath before Brad moved up and gave Paul a hard deep cum tainted kiss. "Damn it, Brad, that was the best feeling I've ever had in my life! There is only one thing missing." "What's that? What did I forget?" "I've tasted my cum before, now I want to taste yours, right from the tap," as Paul rolled over and scooted his face down to Brad's crotch. Paul also wasted no time in taking Brad in and sucking him like he had done this a hundred times before. Again, the first time experience didn't take long to get results as Brad's 7" tool spewed his warm white cum into Paul's mouth. Paul, however, didn't swallow it all. He came back up to face Brad and kissed him with a mouthful of salty seed. They giggled as they kissed and passed the cum back and forth until they both swallowed. "I've tasted my cum before too but it never tasted as good as this." Brad noted. "I'm so glad we found each other, Brad. If you hadn't come out on the stage, we'd still just be exchanging furtive glances in the hallway at school and fantasizing about each other when we jerk off in bed at night." "And I'm glad you have the nerve to approach me in the store and basically tell me you are gay too." The boys kissed a little more then just snuggled as they fell asleep in each other's arms. Brad woke up to the feel of a hand wrapped around his cock. He looked over and in the moonlight coming through the window he could see Paul smiling at him. "I hope you don't mind, but it looked lonely and wanted some company." "On the contrary, I think you had a good idea," as Brad reached for Paul's cock. Paul was already hard and it only took a few tugs for Brad to chub up completely. They continued to stroke each other for a few minutes when Paul spoke up. "Do you think we should try anything else tonight?" "I'm good with this, but tomorrow morning is a new day and a new activity." "I like the way you think, lover," Paul said as the two of them got to some serious stroking, letting their cum fly in short order. They wiped themselves clean, kissed and went back to sleep. Brad awoke the next morning to the early morning summer sun streaking through the bedroom window. He lay there looking at Paul blissfully sleeping, his hair the usual tussled mess. Brad was torn between just taking in the sight of his new found lover or leaning over and kissing him. A few minutes had passed when Paul startled Brad, suddenly opening his eyes and asking him, "Well, dork, are you going to give me a good morning kiss or what," breaking into a smile. Brad rolled over and jumped on top of Paul, tickling him everywhere he could reach. Paul was little heavier than Brad but Brad was more athletic and keep Paul pinned while he continued his tickle attack. "Ok, ok, I give. Now kiss me or leave me alone." "That hard thing sticking up from between your legs indicates you'd rather I kiss you than leave you alone," as Brad leaned in for a good morning kiss. "So, what's on the menu for this morning?" Paul asked. "We've kissed, stroked and sucked so I guess now it's time for some good old fashion butt fucking. What do you say?" "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet, are you?" "I got up early and cleaned out in case we went there. I'd like to try being on the bottom if you're up for it. If not, that's ok. I'm sure we can find something to do." "Are you sure? I'm not sure I'd know how to do it right and it would hurt you." "What's to know. Get your dick hard, lube it up and shove it in. Thrust, repeat if necessary." Brad laughed as Paul broke out in an ear to ear grin. "Let's give it a try. But if it doesn't seem like its going good, we can stop, right?" "Of course. I'd never ask you to do anything you weren't comfortable with. If we're both not enjoying what we're doing, we shouldn't be doing it." Brad went and got a tube of lube from his dresser draw and came back to bed. He handed it to Paul who smeared some on his cock as Brad got on his hands and knees presenting his ass to Paul. "I've read it's easier this way the first time." Paul moved in behind Brad and spread his cheeks. The sight of that smooth pink pucker directly in front of him overcame Paul. He bent down and licked it, wetting it with his tongue and then pressing against it. Brad let out a yelp and dove his face into the pillow. "What the hell was that, other than fucking awesome," Brad mumbled. "Be quiet and enjoy. I'm in control back here," came Paul's reply Paul spread some of the lube on Brad's hole then worked his finger around, pushing against him to gain access to his hole. Brad pushed back against the finger and inhaled a quick breath when the finger entered. Paul pushed further, moving around and then in and out as Brad continued to grab quick short breaths. "That feels better than your tongue. I can't wait to feel your cock go in me." "Patience, all in due time." Paul's cock was smaller than Brad's so he felt they made a wise decision having Paul top first. He removed his finger and brought his slippery cock up in place. "This will probably hurt so let me know if it's too much and when to stop." "You can stop pushing in when your cock hits the back of my tonsils," Brad laughed. Paul pushed against the pink gateway to heaven, slow and steady but enough to make Brad give out with a yell. "Ok, just hold it there. I'm not sure it will fit." "I'm just going to hold steady where I'm at. Push out on your sphincter like you're trying to shit. That will help open it up. Then push back against me when you're ready." Brad did as Paul recommended and got the head of Paul's cock to go inside. Breathing heavy, "Ok, Paul, let me get used to this. It does hurt but nothing I can't handle." "Whenever you're ready." Brad waited a few minutes then pushed back some more, taking in another inch or so. After another rest he pushed back further, finally taking all of Paul raging boner. He rested one more time and then began to slowly move back and forth, Paul's cock going in and out, each time feeling more comfortable for Brad as his ass got used to the invasion. Eventually Brad felt comfortable and asked Paul to start fucking him. The two worked in unison, Brad pushing back as Paul was pushing forward and then the other way around. The pain had disappeared replaced by shear pleasure on Brad's part and undoubtedly on Paul's part as well. The tempo picked up as Brad yelled out to Paul, "Oh ya, harder, deeper, ya, just like that." "Damn, you're tight, this feels so fucking great. I'm getting real close," Paul could be heard telling Brad, "Do it harder, cum in my ass and make me your cum slave." Paul gave three more hard thrusts as deep and as hard as he could and let his load shoot into Brad's bowels, collapsing on his back. The two were exhausted but satisfied. "Do you want to fuck me now, Brad?" "Tonight. Let's get cleaned up and ready for breakfast. Mom will be shouting up soon. I already heard Lance and Preston go down stairs" As they entered the kitchen, Lance and Preston gave the two of them a silly smile. Mrs. Phillips commented that the boys must be exhausted, sleeping so late. "We are, I mean we were, erh, we had a good night, thanks Mom." Brad stuttered. Lance and Preston snickered and shook their heads up and down. "I'll bet you did." After breakfast Mr. Phillips asked the boys to come outside and help him gas up the jet ski and the boat so they would be ready to use. Brad had excused himself to go to the bathroom and would right out. Lance was helping Mrs. Phillips clean up from breakfast. As Brad was about to head outside, Lance caught his attention and said he wanted to talk to him. "Brad, I know you and Paul are hitting it off pretty good this weekend but I just want to give you a word of caution. The two of you haven't really gotten to know one another yet and that takes time. Just go slow with the sex for now. I know it can be great to let yourself go with someone and get the maximum pleasure you can. But getting too intimate too soon can make for problems down the line. Once the novelty of the sex has worn off, you'll get bored with each other and move on. Which is ok as long as one of you hasn't mistaken this for more of a relationship." "Don't worry, we know what we're doing." "Maybe, but having sex with someone for the first time can be like eating ice cream." "You mean eating cum?" Brad quipped. "No, shithead. Ice cream. It tastes so good on a hot summer's day that you want more and more. At first you eat so fast you get a brain freeze. But you keep eating the ice cream. Then later on you have a stomach ache. The brain freeze part comes when one of you realizes the other one is not someone they want to be with other than for sex. The stomach ache comes when one of you thought it was more than just sex and it was boyfriend status but it's not. Just be careful. I don't want to see either one of you hurt. "Ok, thanks, seriously. You've helped me so much these past months I'll take your advice." They went out to catch up with everyone else. Mr. Phillips said we could take the boat and the jet ski out and have some fun. "I'm the oldest so I choose to take the jet ski first, you and Paul can take the boat," Preston proclaimed. Lance saw the look of disappointment on Brad's face. "Oh ya Preston, well I'm the guest and I want to take the boat out first," Lance said with a wink directed at Brad. "Sure, whatever," was Preston's unenthusiastic reply. Lance passed by Brad on the way to the boat side of the boathouse. Softly Brad asked Lance, "Are you ever going to stop looking out for me?" "Nope," Lance replied with a punch to Brad's shoulder. Brad and Paul jumped on the jet ski, Brad up front and Paul sitting behind him. "Hold on tight, Paul, I don't want to loose you when we take off." Lance smirked as he saw the smile on Brad's face as Paul wrapped his arms around Brad's waist but then dropped his hands into Brad's crotch and held on even tighter. "Horn dogs," Preston commented as he saw what Paul had done. "Let's go, Lance. I'll show you the lake." Preston pulled away from the boathouse and headed out into the open lake. Once they were out of sight of the house, Preston raised up his hips off the seat and slid his bathing suit off. Lance just looked at him and smiled. "Join me, it's more fun this way." Preston urged him. "Looks like you want to show me more than just the lake. If I get naked like you, you'll look at my cock and then want to suck me off?" "Mmmmm, could be?" Lance just shook his head and smiled as he pulled off his bathing suit. Two hot teens, naked and stiff, enjoying the warm sun and the smooth morning water on the lake. As Preston neared the end of the lake, he maneuvered the boat into a secluded cove. "I'm surprised Brad and Paul aren't here yet. This is one of Brad's favorite spots on the lake as well as mine," as Preston slide out of his seat and came over to Lance. He grabbed Lance's stiff cock and immediately started sucking on it. Lance threw his head back and rubbed Preston's shoulders and back as he enjoyed a mid morning blow job. The warm sun, the gentle rocking of the boat and the thrill of doing this out in the open made quick work of his orgasm. Preston stood up and turned to Lance so his stiff cock was staring right at Lance's face. "Sure, why not," as Lance grabbed Preston's ass and pull him in, taking his cock in one smooth move. Preston put his hands on the back of Lance's head and began to thrust, face fucking him with fervor. Lance took him deep and swallowed every drop of cum as Preston grunted and shot his load. Preston almost lost his balance and had to grab the windshield of the boat to steady himself. "Superb, as usual," Preston commented as he started the boat and hit the throttle to go back towards the open lake. When they returned Lance saw Brad and Paul sitting on the water's edge deep in conversation, both with serious looks on their faces. He hoped his talk with Brad hadn't thrown a monkey wrench into the boy's relationship, what ever it was. As Lance and Preston walked over towards the boys, they jumped up and ran for the boathouse, smiling and laughing. "It's about time you guys got back. We were getting ready to send out a search party. We'd know where to look," Brad noted as he smiled a knowing smile as both of them. 'The boat is all yours. I hope you left some gas in the jet ski." The rest of the day was filled with boat rides, waterskiing, jet ski adventures and summer fun on the lake. At the end of the afternoon Mrs. Phillips hollered to come on the deck for supper. Brad motioned Lance to lag behind the group. "Paul and I had a talk earlier. It's all good. We've both had so much pent up sexual frustration that this is our weekend to let it all out. Neither one of us is considering this boyfriend status, at least not yet. We're planning on sucking and fucking and anything else we can think of all weekend and then work on our friendship when we get back home. Not sure if it's the best plan, but that's what we're going to do. Thanks for the talk earlier." "I'm glad you two talked about it. Being honest with each other is the first step to building any kind of relationship." After supper we all played some board games for while before Brad and Paul announced it had been a long day and they were tired. "We're going to grab a quick shower and then turn in . See you all in the morning." Mr. and Mrs. Phillips said goodnight and then turned and winked at each other. They knew as well as Lance and Preston that those two were going to bed early but sure as hell weren't going to go to sleep early. "How about you boys?" Mr. Phillips asked Lance and Preston," You getting tired as well?" "No Dad, we're older. We have more stamina," Preston replied. "I'm sure you do, son, I'm sure you do," smirking as he went back to reading his book. Lance and Preston went up to their room and played some video games. After about an hour, Mr and Mrs. Phillips knocked on the door and said they were going to bed. Preston looked at Lance and smiled. "I thought they'd never turn in. Lets go enjoy a night swim." "Ok, let me get changed." "No need, just get undressed and wrap a towel around you. Night swims are always naked swims." Lance looked back at Preston and smiled as he pulled his clothes off. Quietly they went down the hall and out onto the beach. Dropping their towels then walked into the water and swam out a ways. Two horny teenagers, naked and in the moonlight night, their actions concealed by the water. It wasn't long before the horseplay began and soft little penises became rock hard boners, all with the help of the occasional grabbing and getting pushed against the other one's ass crack. The night air was cool and the water was warm but the heat building up between them had nothing to do with their surroundings. It had to do with them.. Suddenly Preston stopped short. "Shh, Lance. Do you hear that?" "Hear what?" "There is a noise coming from the boathouse. Sounds like the boat is rocking against the dock from the waves." "But there aren't any waves tonight. The water is dead calm." "I know. Let's swim over very quietly and see what's going on." Preston and Lance did a slow breast stroke up to the front entrance of the boat house. The boat was gently rocking and rhythmically bumping against the dock. Preston held his fingers to his mouth so shush Lance then climbed the ladder to get on the walkway around the edge of the boathouse. As he reached the outside door he hollered in a deep voice, mimicking his father, "Bradley MacKensie, what the hell are you doing!" and threw on the lights. Brad and Paul were inside the boat with the seats pushed down in the flat position, Brad on top and fucking the hell out Paul. "Oh shit!" Paul exclaimed as he scrambled to get out from underneath Brad. Brad was trying to get off of Paul with out turning over and showing his front side, stiff cock and all. "Dad, I can explain. Listen, let me tell you ..." Lance and Preston couldn't hold it in any more and broke out laughing so loud they thought they might wake up this whole side of the lake. Brad looked back and saw Preston holding his sides and laughing. "You fucking asshole!! You almost gave me a heart attack. I will get even for this." "You should use more discretion when and where you fuck. It very well could have been Dad." "Oh, and you and Loverboy Lance out here naked is okay?" "Just taking a quick night swim to cool off." "I bet you're not cooling off at all but getting hotter judging by your hardons." Preston walked back to the end of the walkway and dove in the water. As he surface, he reminded Brad, "Discretion, little brother, discretion." And with that he and Lance swam off. They swam for another half hour and decided to get out. They went to the beach chairs where they had put their towels but no towels were to be found. "That little shithead!" Preston growled. "He took our towels." From the porch they heard Brad yell down to them, "Discretion, boys, discretion," then he and Paul ran into the house. Preston and Lance were stealthily making their way across the front lawn towards the house when all of a sudden all the outdoor lights came on, illuminating the front yard like it was high noon. "Son of a bitch! He will pay for this" They quickly ran behind some bushes, ducking and weaving their way to the cover of the shrubs near the porch. The open field naked run had Preston's cock springing to life. He reached out to take a hold of Lance's cock, still flaccid from the fear of getting caught. "Damn it Preston, not now!" Lance whispered loudly. "There is a time and place for this and now is not it!" "Sorry. Just figured we'd make good use of our situation," Preston snickered. When they felt the coast was clear, they moved up on the porch to the front door. Preston reached out to open it and found it was still unlocked. "Dumb fuck isn't as smart as he thinks he is. I would have locked the door." They went in the house and quietly up the stairs to their room. Preston reached out to turn the knob and found this door was locked. There was a hand scribbled note pinned on the door. "Discretion, boys, discretion." Lance giggled softly, "Not as dumb as you thought, is he?" Preston glared at Lance and then smiled. "Neither am I," as he reached up and took a small narrow piece of wire from the top of the door molding. "I've been locked out before," as he took the wire and inserted it into the hole in the center of the knob, releasing the locking mechanism. Lance and Preston hustled in the door and closed it and locked it behind them. They went over and lay on the bed and started to snicker to themselves. "I told you night swims were fun, Lance." "Yup, sure was. I wonder if Brad and Paul got back to business?" "Don't care much about them," as Preston reached over and put his hand around Lance's cock. "It was a nice show but I think we can do better." Lance grinned and reached for Preston. "Ok, now is the time for this. Just remember the rules, Preston, no kissing and no fucking. Too personal that way." Another action filled night in the Phillips's family lakeside cabin as copious amounts of sperm were released in every imaginable fashion. Meanwhile, back in the city, I had a long tiring day meeting with donors for the Gates Foundation. Some were anxious to see the foundation do more visible projects to boost the standing in the community. Some were rethinking their contributions and possibly shifting some of their donations over to the Winthrop Foundation. At the end of the day I had managed to convince most of them to stick with the status quo for now and see how the next six months plays out. I walked in the front door with a lot on my mind and instinctively yelled to Lance, "Hey Lance, I'm home!" But when there was no answer I remembered he was away for the weekend. I had been alone in his house, our house, many times before but this time was different. There was no expectation of him bounding through the front door at any minute. He wouldn't be back until Monday. Two more days. He was always my energy boost, my shot of adrenaline after a long day, when I laid eyes on his beautiful face. His hug transferred his energy into me and picked up my spirits. Not tonight. I planned on ordering Chinese take out, grab a hot shower while I waited for it to be delivered, read a little and off to bed. I really wasn't sure what I wanted, just Chinese. So I ordered a variety of dishes, more than I would eat tonight. Left overs for tomorrow is not a bad thing. I looked over the mail, found nothing interesting and went up stairs to take my shower. I was just about to get in the shower when I heard the doorbell ring. It couldn't be the food this quick but I wasn't expecting anyone else. I threw on a robe and went to the door. Opening it I found Lance's friend, Justin, standing there. It was a warm summer evening and Justin's clothes reflected that. A wife beater shirt, a pair of athletic shorts and sandals. Seeing me in my robe, "Hi Mr. Gates. I hope I didn't disturb you. I was looking to talk to Lance. Is he home?" "No he isn't, he off with some friends for the weekend. And it's Chris, remember." "Oh, ok, thanks anyway," he replied with a sorrowful look on his face. "Anything I could do for you?" I offered not knowing what I could do in place of Lance. "It's nothing really" "Are you sure? " "I've been dating Kayla, you've met her, for the past few months and she and I have really hit it off. Just now she told me she is breaking it off and she has found someone else. I just wanted to talk to Lance. He is so good at listening and helping people and I thought talking to him would make me feel better." Did he mean just conversation or was he referring to the last time he was here and how he and Lance made each other feel better. I wasn't sure and didn't know if I should continue or not. "I'm may not be as good as Lance, but I'm a good listener and my offer still stands." I regretted saying those exact words the minute they came out of my mouth. Would he take that the wrong way? Just then the delivery boy with the Chinese food showed up and came up behind Justin. "Is that Chinese I smell? I haven't had that in ages," Justin blurted out. "Yes, and more than I can eat. Would you care to stay and have some?" replying to his subtle self invite to supper. "I don't want to intrude. It looks like you planned a laid back evening by yourself if Lance isn't home," looking down at my robe. "Nonsense, I'd enjoy the company." As I reached past him to take the bag of food. "Wait right here and I'll get your tip." "I'll get it, Chris. The least I can do for a free meal," as he pulled out a ten and handed it to the delivery boy. All the while the delivery boy had been standing just behind Justin, staring at the back of him, moving his eyes up and down to take in the full picture of this stud. I think if we had invited him in he would have gladly accepted and we could have had real Chinese for supper. Wait, where the hell did that thought come from. Get your mind out of the gutter, Gates. You're tired and lonely. Just eat supper, shower and get to bed before you say or do something you'll regret. I told Justin to put the food on the coffee table in the living room and I'd get some plates and silverware. He was sitting in the chair across from the couch when I returned. We dished out the food and talked as we ate. "I feel bad taking up your evening, but I really needed someone to talk to. Kayla and I have been dating for the last few months and we really got along great. Out of nowhere this afternoon she send me a text saying she was breaking up with me, that she had been dating someone else on the side and wanted to be with him, not me. The sex was great but I wasn't really what she was looking for. My head still can get wrapped around the fact that she was cheating on me all this time. And then to just break it off with a text? I've tried texting her but she won't answer. I went to her house and was told she was out on a date. I don't know what to do, Chris. I was hoping Lance could give me some advice." "I don't know about Lance's advice, but mine is to try and heal and move on. A broken heart and lost love is all a part of being a teenager, hell, part of being human. You will date a lot of girls, fall in love with some of them and eventually find you soul mate. I went through the same thing when I was your age. A lot of heartache until I met my wife." "Thanks Chris. Not sure it makes me feel any better, but I suppose you're right." "I am. The only thing that will make you feel better in the immediate future is Chinese food, so eat up," I said jokingly. "Chinese food and rebound sex!" I was glad to offer him the Chinese food but I was hoping he wasn't looking to me for the rebound sex. Not that I wouldn't mind playing with that 8" cock I saw the night Lance and I washed him up. But that wouldn't be fair to Lance. We continued to eat and make small talk as the evening wore on. I noticed when Justin leaned forward to get another helping off the coffee table his shorts were riding up as he slid forward in his chair. It might have been my imagination but it seemed the bulge in his shorts was growing each time. He dropped his fork and got up to retrieve it. He readjusted his shorts before he sat back down. Now the gap in the leg of his shorts was loose enough to show what was causing that bulge. He was chubbing up. He looked over at me and then down at my crotch and smiled. My robe had opened slightly and my cock was showing, also starting to grow. I pulled it closed but there was no concealing my stiffness in the loose fitting robe. Before things got out of hand, or should I say in hand, I stood up and started to clear the food from the table. Justin got up and helped clear. He was standing very close to me in the kitchen as I put the food in the refrigerator. Hoping to avoid any awkwardness, I told Justin I was glad I could listen to him and hoped he felt better. He leaned in for a hug and told me he felt much better. "Food and friends always make a bad situation better. Thanks, Chris." I could feel my stiff cock touching him and his cock, restrained by his shorts but still an issue, pushing against me. I arched my back away from him to not make contact and then broke the hug. I wanted out of there fast. "Good night, Justin. I'm going to take my shower now. Please lock the door on your way out. "Good night, Chris. And thanks again. I owe you one," as he headed for the front door. I made my exit quickly up the stairs. I dropped the robe and looked at my leaking cock. Much longer with him and I don't know if I could have resisted. Not having Lance around for a few days made me major horny. I went to the bathroom and ran the shower. Stepping in and closing the curtain, I felt safe and secure. Thinking about being in this same shower with Lance and Justin, all of us naked and soaped up, brought my boner back up to full size. I closed my eyes and started to stroke it slowly and firmly. I hadn't bothered to close or lock the bathroom door as I was alone in the house. Or so I thought. I heard the shower curtain pull back and Justin spoke to me, startling me. "I still owe you, Chris. Let me wash you back for you." Before I could object, he reached into the shower and lathered up my back. I turned sideways, facing the wall so he wouldn't see my stiff cock. His touch on my back felt so arousing, even though I knew what we were doing could lead to more. Justin's strong hands scrubbed my back and then moved up to massage my shoulders. I was in heaven. Moving back down over my back he took a hold of each ass cheek, one in each hand, and kneaded them, more as in a massage than sexual. But then ran his finger up and down my ass crack. So much for the innocent massage. From there he proceeded down my legs, the right one then the left one. Rubbing his way back up his hand was between my legs and brushed against my balls. "Hold on a minute," Justin announced. "With the curtain open the water is splashing all over the floor." And before I knew it he had pulled off his shirt and shorts and joined me, naked, in the shower. "There, that's better." I knew I was in trouble now. He got right behind me and pushed his body against mine, his cock sliding between my legs. He reached around to the front of me to continue washing. And massaging. And groping. He took my stiff cock in his soapy hand and stroked me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He was thrusting his cock between my legs as he jerked my cock. It all felt so fantastic. I was hoping he wasn't going to try and push his cock into my ass. That I wasn't going to let him do. And no kissing. His cock was going completely between my legs and poking the back of my ball sack. A little painful but also so hot. He made a long thrust and I could feel his cum shooting all over my balls an down my legs. I was already on the edge but that and his increased speed and pressure on my cock made me shoot my load. As we caught our breath we separated and rinsed the cum off of us. Justin looked at me and smiled. "Now we're even. Although it was as good for me as it was for you." We dried off and Justin got dressed and headed for the door. "Good night, Chris. And I mean that, it really was a GOOD night." I was clean, full of Chinese food, sexually spent and feeling guilty. It was only 8:00 but I was headed for bed. As tired as I was, I had a hard time falling asleep but finally drifted off. The next morning I slept late. I was half asleep in bed with my morning boner when I reached out to feel for Lance next me. But he wasn't there. I realized he was still at the lake. I suddenly felt very alone and was missing Lance. My boner shriveled as I remembered what Justin and I had done last night in Lance's absence. I was lonely, guilty and had to piss like a racehorse. I finally got up, pissed, made coffee and by now it was 10:00. Paul Richards called to tell me the board was pushing their meeting back a week. Lance's success with the skate board park had brought in an overwhelming number of requests for funding and it would take another week to review them all. He tried to reach Lance but couldn't so he left a voicemail for him. I no sooner hung up with Paul than my phone ran again. The caller ID showed Lance's number. "Good morning, Chris. How are things going without me there?" "Hi Lance. Things are okay, but lonely." "I have missed you, too." "You guys having a good time?" "Sort of. How about you?" "I'll survive until you get back," deciding not to tell Lance about Justin until they were together. "Mr Phillips said he was going to extend our stay up here a few more days. Everyone was really pumped about it, me, not so much. Paul Richards just called and left a message telling me the meeting was pushed off until next week so I guess I have no excuse for wanting to leave as scheduled." "You know I don't condone lying but I suppose we don't have to tell Mr. Phillips your meeting has been pushed back. I could come and pick you up later today. I'll call Mr. Phillips and explain it to him if you'd like." "For sure, Chris. When do you think you'll be able to get here?" "It's a four hour ride so if I leave by 11:00 I can be there at 3:00. Maybe sooner." "Great. But no police escort this time, ok?" "No escort. They wouldn't be able to keep up with me this time anyway." I laughed. I called Langdon and explained the importance of Lance getting back for the meeting. I didn't want them to cut their vacation short so I was going to come and pick up Lance. Lance told me he was disappointed, I lied, that he couldn't stay longer but understood his commitment to the foundation. "Hey Preston," Lance began, "I have to be back in town to get ready for a foundation board meeting. I hate to bug out and leave you as odd man with Brad and Paul. Hope you're not mad." "Not at all. I understand the importance of the foundation to you. It will give me a chance to connect with some of my friends up here I haven't seen in a while." "Was I holding you back from meeting up with them?" "No, I was having more fun with you than I do with them, if you get my drift," Preston winked and grinned at Lance. I headed out just before 11:00, making good time to arrive just after 2:00. Langdon had a lunch prepared so we wouldn't be traveling on an empty stomach. We said our good byes and headed back home. We weren't five miles on the road before we had to pull over to get gas and embrace each other. After a long kiss and some tight hugs, we were back on the road. "So tell me about your weekend. What did you guys do?" "They had a boat and a jet ski we could use. It was a great time. Brad brought his new boyfriend along and they were going at it like alley cats all weekend." "And you and Preston? Just curious, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "We screwed around a little," Lance said quietly looking down at his feet. "But no kissing or fucking, just some sucking and stroking. Those were the rules, just like on the island. I really feel bad about hooking up with him but it was just physical, nothing more." "I told you it was no problem. As long as Preston understands it's just physical and is not getting emotional. But I have a confession to make to you." I told him about Justin and I last evening. "I was so lonely and missing you. I didn't want to play with Justin but it sort of happened. I sorry I did what I did. But I followed the rules, if that can be a thing. I told him no kissing and no fucking." "Justin has a way of doing that to you. Remember, he did the same to me. I wasn't looking for it but it happened anyway." We both looked at each other and had a good laugh. "Now things are right with the world with you back together with me," I told Lance. "Same here. My 'sex daddy' is back next to me." I punched him on the shoulder and pulled him over for a sideways hug. It wasn't much longer and Lance was in his favorite traveling position, his head nuzzled in my lap and his hand on my thigh. All is right in our world and always will be.