On A Wing And A Prayer (c)BC Dude 1997 bc_dude@hotmail.com Chapter 6 - This camp ground is located in a small valley leading back from the beach. The high steep hills mean the sun doesn't hit most camp sites until 10:00 or later, and that's when we woke up. I was still attached to Justin and as opened my eyes I noticed a few new hickeys on his neck. "Morning Justin, did I have another great night?" "Oh yeah!" "Shit, that's worse than being told you snore. You never believe it and you don't really know how loud you were." "Loud, really loud." "I'm not talking about snoring." "Neither was I. It's a wonder we weren't arrested." "I won't be able to look the people next to us in the eye." "You won't have to. They pulled out early this morning. ....... course it was fun to hear them talking about the noise last night." "Oh no." "Relax, they don't know it's us in here. They thought you were in here with your wife." "I don't know if that makes me feel better." "You were loud the other way too." "Huh." "I don't know what was louder. Your snoring or when you came. I think they were about the same." "Justin?" "Yeah." "Shut up." Justin clamped his ass a few times on my cock. "You can say that again." He did!. We went for a shower and then sat around and talked while cooking up some eggs, bacon, and some pancakes. It was noon by the time were finished, cleaned up and we headed down to the beach for the afternoon. We walked along the beach for a about a mile before we came to a rock out cropping which extended nearly 50 yards into the ocean and blocked our path. So we turned around and headed back. About half way back we found a neat spot where some driftwood had come in and created an secluded spot to stretch out and take some rays. The logs hid us from view but gave us a perfect view of anyone approaching. We stripped down and rolled out our towels to lay on. We talked about anything and nothing. Commented on the shapes of the big fluffy clouds that drifted by and our adventures so far. Justin's eye was healing nicely and was now open, although there was a large red spot on the white of his eye, and the bruising had turned a delicate shade of green. A few more days and most of it would be gone. His other bruises were also fading and he would soon be back to normal. He was enjoying himself, feeling free and loved for the first time in a long time. And he was safe. We were returning to the campsite around 5:00 to make supper when we noticed the campsite next to ours was now occupied. Three "crotch rockets" were parked there and their owners, three young guys about 16 or 17 were busy setting up their camp. "Hi", we said as we walked by. "Going far?", "Where you coming from?" I asked as we walked closer to inspect their bikes. One guy looked up and said, "yeah, we're from Portland. We're heading down to LA. Going to Disneyland." "Been before", I asked? "Nope." "You'll like it." We made some small talk but it was clear he was a bit uncomfortable talking to me so I excused ourselves and headed for our campsite. "There's nobody there" the kid called out to me. "Most guys that have those Goldwings get a bit annoyed if anybody pokes around them." "It'll be okay. It's mine." "Really?" "Really" Now the kid wanted to talk, in fact all three of them came over. Now we had something in common. We talked to the three new arrivals as Justin and I set about making some supper. Since we had a fire going and our little gas stove and the kids seemed a little less than organized I suggested they should bring over what ever they had for supper and use our fire or stove. They readily agreed and soon there were several things on the go. Their canned stew didn't quite measure up to our fare, but I could see from the looks in their eyes that their menu would soon be changing. They hadn't realized how easy it was to prepare great meals with nothing but a fire and few or no pots. We talked into the evening and finally they went back to their camp, leaving just Justin and me. "Nice kids", I said. "Yeah" said Justin. "Did you notice?" "What?" "One of them kept checking me out." "I don't blame him." I felt a sudden burst of anger. Jealousy? I tried to control it. "Do you think they're gay" Justin asked? "I don't think so. They talked a lot about their girl friends." "Yeah, all but that one." Justin was right. The three guys next door had been in their tent for about an hour when we decided to call it a day. Tomorrow we would be heading into California and the Redwood area. Justin and I were snuggling up to each other when an argument broke out next door. We didn't hear it all but it was clear it was two against one and someone was sleeping outside tonight. "Probably the beans that one guy ate", Justin giggled out. "Yeah, that would do it." We didn't give it another thought and took up where we left off. About an hour later we were exhausted from another round of sex and fell asleep. The next thing we knew there was the sound of bikes leaving the campsite next door and then silence. "What time is it" Justin croaked. "About 8:00" "I guess we should get up." "Yeah." On the way back from the showers we noticed there was still one bike in the campsite next door. "Odd, I said. I wonder what's up." As I spoke the owner came walking into site with his sleeping bag over his shoulder. "What's up Jeff", I asked? He looked awful. His eyes were red and was pale. "You look like shit" I said. He just looked at me. "Where'd they go", I asked? "To hell, I hope!" Jeff just walked away. It was clear he wanted to be alone. Justin and I made some breakfast and asked Jeff to join us. "Man, I'm fucked. Can you help me?" "I donno. What?" "I don't know what to do. Those guys have fucked off and left me. They've got the tent. My Mom will kill me if I travel by myself." "Are you sure they left you?" "Oh yeah" "Maybe it's a joke." "It's no joke, they don't want me around." "Does this have something to do with that argument we heard last night." "Yeah." "So, you going to tell me?" I could see the conflict in Jeff's eyes. He wanted to talk about it but just couldn't get it out. Justin broke in, "Look Jeff, it looks like your going to have to get help from somebody and you can trust Jim, believe me. I only met him a few days ago when he saved my life. He looked after me. You can trust him. He'll help you if he can." "You mean you're not ..... ah, well ..... ah shit, I don't know what I mean." "Come on Jeff, out with it." "I'm not sure ......" "Jeff, why did they throw you out of the tent last night?" "I kind of said something and they got really pissed." "Okay, why did you sleep on the beach. I'm sure the grass by the fire would have been better." "Yeah well it was, but something was bothering me." "What?" "I don't want to say." "Why not?" "Because you'll get mad too." "I'm getting mad now anyway." "Okay, okay. Those guys kicked me out because they think I'm a queer and I couldn't sleep here because you two were driving me crazy with all the noise. OKAY!" So there it was. Another life long friendship ended by homophobia. "Jeff, do you want to ride with us today. We're heading south as well." "I'd like that." We finished breaking camp and loaded the bikes. It was nearly 10:00 by the time we were out on Highway 101 and headed south. Two bikes, two lovers, and one very lonely Jeff. By evening we were in California in the Redwoods. Jeff was a little better and Justin and I had spent a wonderful day seeing the sights. We pulled into a State Park at the northern end of the Redwoods area for the night. Jeff helped Justin set up camp while I went to the store for some stuff for supper and breakfast. They had done a good job of setting up and had a great fire going on my return. We talked and joked through dinner and into the evening. But as the evening grew later Jeff became more and more nervous. Finally I tackled it head on. "Jeff, what's the problem." "It's almost bed time." "So?" "I don't feel comfortable about sleeping in there." as he pointed at the tent. "Nobody is forcing you to sleep there." "Yeah, but I want to, its just ....." his voice trailed off. Justin jumped in, "Look Jeff, I don't know what your problem is, but what ever it is, it's cool with us. You already know that Jim and I are lovers. We're not going to ask you to do anything, and we're not going to force you to do anything. So what's the problem?" "I guess there isn't any problem." "Good, lets hit the sack." Jeff crawled into his sleeping bag, and Justin and I into ours. Jeff politely said his goodnights and rolled over away from us and was quiet. Justin and I held each other for awhile and then whispered in my ear, "lets show him what love is all about." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, he needs it." Justin shut me up by planting a very wet and noisy kiss on my lips. My hands found his hardening boyhood as his hands found mine. Something hit me on the head, and then again. I felt around an found the tube of KY at the end of Justin's' arm. "You sure about this with Jeff there." "Yeah, he's got to learn that sex and love are okay." "Who made you the expert?" "You!" "Oh". Justin was one smart kid. The sleeping bag came down and I greased Justin up ..... his cock. "Do me tonight", I said as I lifted my legs. Justin grabbed the KY and gently put some on my man hole and began to position himself. Jeff spoke, "Are you guys really going to do that?" "Yes", Justin replied. "Do you want me to leave," Jeff asked. "Only if you want to", I replied. "I don't really ....." "Then don't. You can watch if you want, or you can turn away. It's up to you. No one is going to force you to do anything." I groaned slightly as I felt the head of Justin's' teen cock slip into my love chute. "Oh yeah Justin. You feel so good." Justin started humping and soon found my magic button. We were on the road to pleasure again. We had been gently fucking for ten minutes when I heard Jeff's sleeping bag zipper and then some heavy breathing. "Just couldn't ignore it, could you", Justin said. "I can't believe it. You two are so hot and you make it seem so lovely. I've never done it with anybody and I just didn't think it was like this." Justin spoke, "Yeah, me neither. Up until I met Jim I had never done it either. I thought sex was just sex. He showed me love." "I can tell", Jeff said. "Would you like to join us", I asked? "Well, you could come over hear and we could suck you off, or you could fuck Justin", I offered. "No way", Justin jumped in. "My ass is for you, and no one else." "That's okay", Jeff offered. "But I sure wouldn't mind just being close to you guys", he said as he moved over and pressed his body against me. Justin reached down and slowly started to jack him off. Jeff gasped at first but was soon enjoying the attention. His hand felt around and landed on my exposed cock. Soon he was jacking away in time to the strokes he was receiving from Justin, and Justin brought his thrusts into time. The tree of us were headed for the big one. Jeff was starting to tremble with excitement and I could tell Justin was getting close. We were on the home stretch and the sprint to the finish had started. I was the first to go, shooting thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. My orgasm and accompanying muscle contractions in my ass sent Justin into never never land. I could feel each shot filling me with his love. Jeff shot off moments later with at least eight powerful blasts. We were all enjoying the after glow and catching our breaths. Jeff said, "Thanks guys. That was wonderful. Thanks." Justin said, "that's no way to say thanks, this is how you do it", and planted a big wet kiss on my dry lips. Jeff didn't know what to say. He just laid there and watched. Justin said, "That's how you do it." "I can't do that", Jeff said. "Why not," asked Justin. "Because it just seems weird", answered Jeff. Justin leaned over and kissed Jeff gently on the lips. Jeff was startled at first but soon got involved. It was clear there was some serious tonsil tickling going on. They broke apart and Jeff threw his arms around both Justin and me. "You guys are so great. Thank you." Jeff gave each of us a kiss and moved back to his side of the tent. Justin broke in, "Stay over here. You'll enjoy sleeping close with us." As Jeff was moving back toward us, Justin said it was his turn to sleep inside me. I rolled over on my side and he slipped into me. "Yes, this is a great way to sleep." I thought to myself. I could feel Jeff spooning in behind Justin and we were all soon asleep. ---------------------------------------------------- "Morning", Justin said. "Sleep well?" "Better than you?" "Huh?" "I think you were up all night." "Haw haw. At least I didn't hear you snore." "Yeah but you must have cum at least three times last night." Jeff added. "Remember those love bites I gave you the last time I slept in you", I asked. "Yeah." "So check my neck" I told Justin. "Oh WOW." "Oh yeah, wow." "You guys are crazy", Jeff added. "WE KNOW!" both Justin and I answered. "I've got to go pee." "Old man." "Not this again." "Not what again", Jeff asked? "Shut up Jeff!", Justin and I answered. We all headed for the shower. It was going to be another great day. End of Chapter 6 Please send your comments to: bc_dude@hotmail.com More to follow........ On A Wing And A Prayer (c)BC Dude 1997 (bc_dude@hotmail.com) Chapter 7 - The sun was just rising above the hills as we pulled out onto Highway 101 and headed south. Another great day for riding in just shorts and a tee shirt. I often wonder how those guys can bundle up in those leather outfits on a day like this. I know, I know, the leather can save your skin if you go down, and I know from personal experience that "road rash" is not pleasant, but what the hell.. The route follows the coast until Crescent City and then heads up into the hills and you get your first taste of the giant California Red Woods. These trees are simply magnificent. They're huge and in many places the highway goes around individual trees. It's not uncommon for these things to be over 10 feet thick at the base and a few hundred feet tall. It creates a surreal feeling on the forest floor. In fact, it was in these Red Wood forests that the scooter scene was filmed in the last Star Wars movie. I could ride in these Red Wood forests all day, and we were going to. Justin kept up a steady conversation of, "WOW, look at that one .... FANTASTIC .... I don't believe it". I'm sure Jeff was enjoying the sights as well, although there was no way we communicate with him. Just south of Klamath, we made our first main stop at the "Trees of Mystery" tourist attraction. The place has a huge, and I mean huge, animated statue of Paul Bunyan and his ox Blue. We paid our admission and started on the self guided tour. Part way through we were reading one of the information signs about a certain tree, which among other things indicated some of the trees have been dated as old as 2000 years. "Wow", Justin said, "I guess 50 isn't that OLD, if you're a tree!", and then quickly backed away. I made a futile attempt to catch him, but it was hopeless, especially since we were both nearly falling over ourselves with laughter. Jeff just stood there with a blank look on his face. "Private joke", Justin said. "Oh", was all Jeff said as we moved on, still giggling. "I don't get it", Jeff said when we returned to the parking lot. "What", Justin asked? "You two." "What do you mean", I asked? "You guys. I mean .... you just get along so well, you say anything, and do anything. And you're so far apart in age .... I mean, like you're old enough ......" I stopped Jeff, "not you too" and grabbed him in a playful arm lock pretending I was going to punch him. Jeff froze with a look of fear on his face. "Holy shit Jeff, lighten up", Justin said. "It's just all in fun." Jeff looked up into my face and saw the smile there. "Fuck, my old man never jokes around. And the last time he grabbed me like you just did, he actually broke my arm." "Oh FUCK", I said, "Aren't there any kids with a normal life anymore? No wonder this world is so fucked up" Jeff looked at me for a second and he grabbed me in a giant bear hug. Nothing else needed to be said. We rode, stopping here and there to take in the sights. By afternoon we were just south of Fortuna where the old highway, now renamed "Avenue of the Giants" starts. We pulled off US 101 onto the old road. This side trip is well worth the time. The road winds through the Red Woods and follows the river. Several towns, which have seen better days when this was the main highway, are dotted along the way. The road is like a tunnel through this area. Lined on either side by huge tress with their branches overhanging the road a hundred feet up. Stops of interest are everywhere. I've shot more than one roll of film in this area over the years. By evening we were near the junction of US 101 and Highway 1 at Leggett and pulled into the State Park. Justin and Jeff set up camp while I headed out to get some stuff to eat. They were good kids and set about the task without complaint. Jeff was learning fast and it was evident he was really starting to enjoy his trip. On my return everything was set up and the fire was right for cooking over. Jeff wanted to do the steaks, so Justin and I sat back and watched. Just as supper was ready, two bikes pulled through. It was them. Jeff's friends. They took one look at us and pulled in. Jeff just stood there looking very apprehensive. "Hey Jeff", Chris said. "Hi", Jeff returned, although not very enthusiastically. Chris and Dave pulled off their helmets and walked over to Jeff. "Jeff", Chris started, "We've been real ass holes .... we're sorry." "Yeah", Dave added. "We talked about it all day yesterday and realized you're still the same guy we grew up with. You helped us out of more than one jam and then we treat you like shit. We're really sorry." Chris broke in, "You've never done anything to us, and we figured out you are who you are." Dave added, "Yeah, so if you can forgive us, we would sure like you to join us. Man, we've been so worried. We thought we would never see you again. Please?" Jeff thought for about half a second and walked up to each and offered his hand. Both refused and gave him a hug instead. "I guess the world ain't that bad after all", Justin said." I agreed. "You guys want to join us for supper", I asked? "You bet" was their joint reply as they eyed the steaks and other goodies sitting on the table. We divided the stuff up and talked about the day, their lives, and how they finally figured out that friendship was more important than their fear of gays. I invited them to pitch their tent with us but they declined. They indicated they needed some time to talk with Jeff so they found another campsite a few down from us and were gone. "Do you think they'll be okay", Justin asked? "I think so, they just needed some time to sort things out." "How come I'm so lucky", Justin asked? "What do you mean? "Well, my first 15 years were hell, then I almost get killed, and then I meet you." "I don't know. I guess it was just meant to be. I'm lucky too." "Huh?" "I found you." "Yeah." "Lets go to bed." "Already?" "Got something better to do?" "No." "Unless you can't get it up cause your too OLD." "Careful." "Or what?" "Or I'll ......... just go to sleep on you." "That'll be the day." "You just don't know when to quit Justin." "Yeah, and aren't you glad." "Lets go to bed." "Hey, that was my idea." "Oh really, I don't remember." "Shit, now your losing your memory. You must have "OLD Timers" disease" "No, I've got something else." "What?" "YOU!" I said as I grabbed him and walked toward the tent. We slipped into bed and talked and held each other for awhile. It was early and no rush. We both enjoyed simply being close and together. At some point I had rolled onto my back and had pulled Justin on top of me. I could feel his hard teen cock pushing against mine and my stomach and I'm sure he could feel mine. Slowly he started humping. Shivers traveled through me as he humped against me and stimulated my hard cock in the process. "Oh yeah", I said. "That really feels good." "MMMmmmmmm" was his only reply as he started to kiss me with the passion that only a 15 year old can produce. It didn't take long for us both to be dripping pre cum and that only added to the pleasure. With this addition our cocks began to freely slide against each other and the passion would soon overtake us. "You know this will be over soon", I said. "I don't care. This is soooo good", was his reply. We were both past the point of stopping, not that either of us wanted to. We just kept humping. Justin let loose first. I could feel his teen juice pumping between us adding even more lube for my cock to slip and slide in. The added sensation sent me over the top. Soon we were drenched in cum and catching our breath. "That was soooo rad', Justin hoarsely said. "Yeah", I managed. Justin moved off me and started licking our combined cum off my stomach. When he was finished he planted a big, very wet kiss on my lips and shared some of our spent love juice with me. Well one good turn deserves another and soon his stomach was as clean as mine and he was eagerly sucking my tongue. "I love you so much", Justin whispered in my ear. "I love you too" was my only reply. I don't think he heard me ..... he was asleep. -------------------------------------------------- The next thing I knew the sun was filtering through the trees and there was the sound of other campers moving around. Justin was still sleeping so I decided to let him sleep and slipped out of the tent and headed for the showers. Jeff, Chris, and Dave were still in their tent when I went by so I continued on. On my return from the shower, the three boys and Justin were in our campsite and preparations were under way to make breakfast. "I hope you don't mind if we join you for breakfast", Jeff said. "Not at all", I responded. "We wanted to talk to you before we left and to thank you for looking after Jeff for us", Chris said. "Oh yeah", Dave added. "We were real jerks treating Jeff like that. He's been our friend since grade 1. We talked most of the night about things. I think it was the first time we really talked about important things. It was Jeff who got us started and he said it was you that taught him how important it was to be open and honest. We all know where we stand now and we're all together on this. Jeff is our friend, and always has been. We'll defend his right to be different, and God help anybody who ever tries to hurt him for it." We ate our breakfast as friends and Jeff, Dave, & Chris were soon gone. They had their road to follow and Justin and I had ours. "Do you think we'll see them again", Justin asked? "You never know, there's a lot of country between here and Disneyland", I replied. "But they'll be fine." Justin and I cleaned up, loaded the Wing, and we were off. A few miles south we turned onto Highway 1 and headed back to the coast. This is a very narrow, winding piece of road. I think it was the original highway. I knew the road well and told Justin about it, including the accident I had on it years before on another motorcycle trip. I was lucky, just a lot of road rash, but I knew others had been killed on it from driving far too aggressively. I guess I am OLD, I almost drive the speed limit now. I pointed out the curve where I crashed. I had been following this dam Motor Home for miles and when there was a spot I could see far enough ahead, I pulled out and passed. The problem was the Motor Home was hiding the sign to slow to 10 MPH, and I went into the curve at over 50 MPH. The muffler was dragging, the foot peg was dragging, the center stand was dragging creating a shower of sparks. I fucking near made it too. Unfortunately one of those raised reflectors they put on the center line caught the frame of the bike and lifted me just enough to loose traction. I was sliding sideways into the rock face and there was nothing I could do about it. I came to a stop about fifty yards down the highway. I was a mess, but nothing broken and no major injuries. The bike was banged up but it still ran .... but the handle bars were a bit bent. I was able to ride away! Justin held on a little tighter. "Hey man, not to worry. I don't drive like that any more." "I know", he said. "I just realized you were almost killed and I would never have met you." "Oh, then you don't want me to tell you about my OTHER accidents." "NO FUCKING WAY!" "Well there was this other time when I ...........", I giggled. "Your an ass hole", Justin said as he slapped me. "Yeah, and you love to get into it, don't you?" All I could hear was his giggle through the intercom as he hugged me. We had lunch at Fort Bragg and decided to explore the area and spend the night there. So we pulled into the State Park and set up camp. Our "exploring" ended up being a careful inspection of each other. We ended up in the tent instead. "Please fuck me", Justin said as he handed me the KY. "My pleasure", I responded. Justin raised his legs to his chest. "I'm going to do something different this time", he said. "What?" "After you get in me, I want you to just hold still. I'm going to see if I can make you cum by just squeezing my ass muscles around your cock." "Sounds good. I just hope I can keep from loosing control and start humping." "Well, just try. And one more thing." "What?" "Let me know when you're going to cum. I want to watch your face. We've never really done this in daylight before." "Okay", I said. By now both his ass and my cock were greased up and ready to go. I gently slipped into his waiting hole and a low moan slipped from his lips. "OH Yeah", he said. "I just love it when you slide in." He clamped his ass around my love pole. "Oh shit", I said as he released and clamped again, and again, and again. I adjusted my position so I would stimulate his "button" and the response was immediate. I couldn't see why we both should be enjoying this. There was no argument from Justin either. A few more minutes and we were both riding the crest. We were both ready. Justin's cock was getting harder with each of his squeezes and the pre cum was flowing like crazy. "Now Justin, now", I blurted out as I rammed my hot pole as far as I could into his sucking hole. Justin opened his eyes and watched my face as I unloaded my love into him. I grabbed his throbbing teen cock with my hand and gave it a few strokes. Justin shot immediately. The convulsions in his ass completely milked my cock dry. Justin was covered in his own cum from his face to his groin. I leaned forward and licked a few strands of cum from his face and chin. "I do love seafood sauce." I said. "But where's the fish", Justin asked? "In your ass", I said and wiggled my cock a bit. "Dam things still alive", he said as he clamped down again. "Not for long, I think you've killed it." "Hope not, I was hoping for desert later" "Seafood for desert?" "No, but I hear seafood sauce is good on other things." "Oh, like what?" "Like ...... YOU", he said as he scooped some of his cum off his chest and onto my lips. "MMMMMMmmmmmm, good stuff." "Glad you like it." "Is there more where that came from", I asked? "Yeah, but you'll have to wait awhile." "Now who's the OLD man.?" Giggle End of Chapter 7 More to cum ........ Comments to: bc_dude@hotmail.com On A Wing And A Prayer (c)BC Dude 1997 (bc_dude@hotmail.com) Chapter 8 - We continued to lay together for hours. We touched and snuggled, we kissed and just held each other. It was a magic afternoon. It seemed like we had all the time in the world and neither of us had any particular place to go .... why would we bother? Justin finally broke the spell, "I'm hungry". "What, again? We just ate lunch." I looked at my watch, "Shit, it's 5:30!. I guess time flies when your having fun." "Or making love", Justin added. We slowly got up and pulled on some clothes and made our way out of the tent. "Justin, I think I need a shower. Why don't you get a fire going and I'll be back in fifteen minutes to put on those stakes." "Okay" I could hear the sound of firewood being attacked with the axe as I headed for the shower. "Man, what a kid", I thought to myself as I walked toward the showers. Fifteen minutes later I came back to the campsite. The fire was going, but Justin was no where to be seen. "Probably gone to the can", I thought to myself as I got the stuff out to start supper. Steaks, potatoes, some fresh ears of corn. "Yup, just another meal on the road", I thought to myself as I went about getting things ready. Another fifteen minutes, then thirty, still no Justin. Where the hell is that kid? An hour later I was starting to get really worried. Did he run off? Why? Is he in trouble? The more I thought my worried feelings became frantic. And I was getting mad. I checked the tent. The new clothes were still there. Okay, he must be around somewhere. Just then Justin came running down the road. Not jogging, but running full tilt and he was carrying a small pack sack. Holy shit, did he rip that off! What is going on? He ran right past me. He had a look of absolute terror in his eyes. Justin opened the tent, jumped in and closed the door. All I could hear was his heaving breathing. I walked over to the tent and called to him. "Justin, what going on? Where were you and why were you running like that? "Its them", was his reply. "What?" "Its them", he said again. I opened the tent door and climbed in. Justin was near hysterical. "Close the door, its them!" "Justin, calm down and tell me slowly. What do you mean?" "Its them. The guys that beat me up. They're here in the campground about ten camp sites down." "Holy shit, are you sure?" "Yeah, its them. After you went for your shower I got the fire going and decided to take a look around. That's when I saw their Van. I fucking near shit. I looked around for them but they must be down at the beach or something. Then I saw my pack sack in with a bunch of other stuff they had on the ground so I took it. As I was leaving I saw them coming back from the beach so I took off. I don't think they saw me." "So, what do you want to do", I asked. "Should we call the police?" "No! I don't want anything to do with them, or the police." "Okay, but we can't hide in the tent." "I can", he said. "I saw something else." "What?" "There was a lot more stuff around than when I was in their Van. More packs, stereos, and a couple of computers." "What, they had all that stuff just laying around?" "No, most of it was in the Van, but I looked in the window." "Sounds to me like they've been ripping off a bunch of stuff." "Yeah, and that's not all", Justin added. "There's another kid sleeping in the back of the Van." That did it for me. It was one thing to let these jerks off for beating up Justin, but I wasn't going to let it happen to another kid. "Okay, you stay here. I'm going to the park ranger and tell them they should check out those guys. With any luck, some of that stuff has been reported stolen and they'll get busted for that." I went down to the Ranger station and told them they should check out the Van, and why. Of course they weren't too eager to do anything because based on what I had told them, they didn't have "probable cause". I decided to sweeten the pot a bit and told the Ranger I was sure it was the same Van I had seen two guys get into after beating the hell out of some poor guy. I told them I thought the guy had been taken to a hospital. Well it was close enough to the truth. Reluctantly the Rangers decided to call the California Highway Patrol and let them check it out. I couldn't really blame them. About half an hour later a State Trooper arrived and I repeated the story. Fortunately for me they couldn't check my story to closely since they didn't have a direct link with the Washington State Police, but they said they had a report of a Van with a similar description that may have been involved in a Computer Store theft earlier that day. They thanked me for the report and told me they would look after it and I should go back to my campsite. When I returned to the campsite, Justin was still in the tent and the steaks were now a delicate shade of black. Fuck, I had forgotten all about them. Oh well, I guess its canned beef stew for tonight. Then all hell broke loose and I knew something was going on at the Van. There was a lot of noise coming from that direction and it sounded like a fight. I told Justin I was going to go and take a look and he should stay under cover. No argument from him. When I arrived at the Van, the State Trooper and a Ranger were involved in a full fledged fist fight with the two punks, and it didn't look like the Trooper and Ranger were doing to well. The closest thing I could find was a garbage can so I grabbed the lid and headed into the fight. The closest punk had the Ranger against the Van and was choking the shit out of him. I walked up behind him and whacked him over the head with the garbage can lid. Man what a sound. The punk was still standing so I hit him again ..... harder. His legs went out from under him and he was laying on the ground bleeding from a head wound. The Ranger was still gasping for air but appeared to be okay. By the time I got to the other punk he had knocked the Trooper down and turned to face me. He had pulled a knife out of his pocket and I had no doubt he was going to use it. He lunged at me but I raised the garbage can lid for a shield just in time. The knife imbedded itself in the lid, going right through and cutting my arm. I didn't feel any pain, but I could feel the blade slice into the flesh. It's a good thing that knife was wedged into that lid because I'm sure I wouldn't be so lucky on the next thrust. That's when I heard it, BANG! The punk fell to the ground without a sound. The Trooper had shot him. Half the campsite was there by now, including Justin. One of the punks was dead from gun shot and the other was rolling on the ground bleeding from his head wound. It was over. I could hear other patrol cars arriving and soon the place was swarming with cops. No one, however, was ready for what they found in the Van. There was enough stolen stuff in that Van to start a second hand store, and a body. The "sleeping kid" was dead. The immediate indications were that he had been raped and beaten to death, and not necessarily in that order. Justin was lucky. It was midnight before all the questions and forms were filled out. And there was a quick trip to the hospital for ten stitches for the slice in my arm. Yup, traveling can be an adventure! Somehow, Justin and I never did get supper. We were just glad to be alive and together as we crawled into the tent. Although the pain killers they gave me at the hospital were working, somehow the throbbing in my arm wouldn't go away. Justin snuggled up to me and asked how I was. I told him I would be okay but my arm hurt like hell. He said he knew how to fix it and without another word moved down in the sleeping bag and took my flaccid cock in his mouth and started to suck. Regardless of the distraction of my arm I could feel the blood starting to surge and soon I was as hard as he was. I played with the hair on the back of his head as he moved up and down my shaft. God this kid was great. He knew how to get your attention! After a few minutes of his sucking and licking I felt his tongue working hits way down to my ass. I was going crazy. As I spread my legs further I felt his tongue pushing its way in my hole. "Yah Justin, fuck me. That feels soooo good." "Naw", he said as he came up for air. "This is for you. For taking care of those bastards. You could have been killed. Please promise me you'll never do anything like that again. I don't want to loose you." "Justin, if you really want to thank me, fuck me. I want to feel you in me." "You sure." "Yeah." "Okay, tell me what to do." "You'll know. Here, put some of this KY in my hole and some on your cock." Justin grabbed the tube and squeezed out some onto his fingers and started to work it in. Then a little more onto his cock. "Ready?", he asked. "Yeah", I responded as I lifted my legs up. He moved into position and started to push his cock into my waiting hole. After a few jabs I felt it start to enter. There was a slight pain as it slipped in but it quickly passed and was replaced with the most incredible sensation. "Oh yeah", I moaned as he slid all the way in. "Oh wow", he said as he felt my hot ass surround his teenage cock. "This is so neat." Slowly he began to thrust. Slow, long, even strokes. If I thought I was in heaven when I fucked him that morning, this was beyond words. I pulled him down and kissed him long and hard while he continued to thrust. My cock was harder and bigger than I had ever known it. Justin moved to a few positions and then it happened. His thrusting cock found that magic spot and wave after wave of pleasure shot through me with every stroke. I couldn't believe it. I wanted this to go on forever. Justin was developing a sweat as he kept pounding into my ass. Stroke after stroke the pleasure continued to build. Justin just kept looking at me, a silly grin on his face. He knew the pleasure he was giving me and he was giving me his all. It was like he was saying "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for my life. Thank you for being there. Here is my love for you." The pleasure was too much. The emotion was overwhelming. Tears of joy were pouring down my face. "I love you." seemed inadequate, but it was all I could say. It was all I needed to say. The bond had been forged. We were in love and we were lovers. I knew we would not be separated, ever. I could feel the impending orgasm building and I sensed Justin was near too. I didn't have to tell him nor did he tell me, we both knew. My cock stiffened even more causing my ass to grip his thrusting cock. I felt his cock start to twitch and with a final thrust buried it deep. We came together. His cum flooding my bowels, my cum blasting between us. It was over. Justin collapsed on me, worn out by the activity, his cock still buried in my man hole. Spent, we stayed like that for an hour. Kissing and just holding each other. Slowly his cock deflated and slipped out. I felt empty inside but I had him to hold onto. I lowered my legs and we fell asleep. Justin was safe, and I had Justin. End of Chapter 8 More to follow ....... Please e-mail your comments to bc_dude@hotmail.com On A Wing And A Prayer (c)BC Dude 1997 (bc_dude@hotmail.com) Chapter 9 - "NNNOOOOOO! ....... HELLLLP! ...... HELLLLLP! ........ PLEEEEASE NO MORE!" "Huh .... Wha ..... , OH Fuck, Justin, wake up ... WAKE UP!" "NO .... PLEASE DON'T ... NOT AGAIN!" "JUSTIN", this time I shook him harder, "Justin, wake up! You're having a bad dream." "NO .... PLEASE .... DON't......" his voice trailed off and he opened his eyes. Justin's body was soaked with sweat. He was pale, and his chest was heaving like he couldn't catch his breath. "Justin, it's okay. You were having a bad dream! Its okay, I'm here with you and your safe." Justin looked blankly at me for a few moments and then it happened. His eyes clouded over and the tears poured down his face. His body shook with each sob as he fell back on the ground and cried. He looked so helpless and suddenly years younger than his 15 years. There was not doubt he was having a bad time, but I didn't know why .... for sure. I saw flashlights moving outside the tent and a voice spoke. "This is the Park Ranger. Is everything all right here. Open up." I opened the tent door and was nearly blinded by the lights. "Oh, its you", the Ranger said. "Yeah, Justin is having a bad dream. Sorry about the noise." "I'm not surprised", the Ranger said. "Seeing someone get shot and their father nearly killed with a knife is good cause for a bad dream. Is everything okay now?" "Yeah, I think so." "Okay", the Ranger said. By the way, he added, "The Highway Patrol Officer left me a phone number you could call if you need to. It's some kind of counseling service. He figured there might be some problems." "Hey thanks, I'll call if we need it. Right now I've got to get Justin settled down and talk to him a bit." "Okay, but you call if you need help." "Thanks." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." I hadn't thought about the fight and the shooting as a real cause of the problem and I didn't really think it was ..... but I would have to find out. Justin was still very upset but had regained most of his senses. There was not putting this off. Now was the time to talk about whatever it was. "Justin, can you talk about it?" "I dunno. I really don't feel very good, and I'm scared. I just don't know ......" "Justin, we've been through a lot together, and I know you've been through more. But if we don't get this out and deal with it, you'll have those demons for a long time. Is it the fight and the shooting?" "Yeah, no ... well kind of .... fuck I don't know man, I'm all fucked up." "That's okay. Take your time. It doesn't have to make sense. A little here and a little there and we'll put the pieces together." "Yeah, I guess ....." "So where do we start ...... Well, lets start with the fight. You said something about it bothered you." "Yeah, well, I ain't never seen someone get killed before, but I don't really think that's it because that guy was going to kill you and tried to kill me." "Well it's not nice for anyone to be killed, even your worst enemy." "Yeah, I didn't like seeing that, but ...... YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, then where would I have been. Man, I love you so much, you make me want to live but I couldn't live without you." Justin threw his arms around be and his body heaved as the tears flowed. We just held for minutes. I had an uneasy feeling that there was more. "So Justin, is that it, or is there more? I think there's more. "Well, I don't know, I know I love you and I don't want to see you hurt, but yeah, I feel something else ..... fuck I DON'T KNOW!" "Take your time. Think it through. What's there that is really making you feel so bad? Exactly what were you dreaming when you woke up?" "I forget." "Bullshit! I can see it on your face. You promised to tell me the truth about everything. That was our deal. Give." Justin was taken aback by my attack, but he started to talk. "Well, I was dreaming about those guys when they attacked me and you saved me. Except I was watching it. It was like I was outside my body and was watching those guys kicking and punching me while they tore off my clothes." "Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Then what happened?" "Well, I kept walking closer. Like I knew I should do something but I was scared. I just kept getting closer and watching." "That's good, you're getting it out. But don't blame yourself. You were the victim. You were being beaten. There was nothing you could do." "Yes there was and I didn't." "What. What could you have done." "Well as I got closer I realized it wasn't me on the ground. It was that kid in the VAN and they were killing him. Oh fuck, its my fault. If I had let you call the police that kid would still be alive ..... I KILLED HIM, IT'S MY FAULT." Justin was a ball of emotions. His body was heaving with gut wrenching sobs. He was blaming himself for that kid's death. I hadn't thought about it, but he was right about doing something, but the fault wasn't his..... it was mine! I was older and should have known better. It was my fault that kid was dead and it was my fault Justin was now taking the blame. I was starting to lose it too. Justin looked up and noticed the tears on my face as I hung my head. He didn't understand. Shit I didn't understand but I had to help Justin, but I couldn't .... not then. "Dad, what?" The word broke through the mist in my head, "DAD", I didn't have time to wallow in my problems. Justin needed me. "Son, it isn't your fault. It's mine." "What?" "I was the one that went along with you and didn't call the police. You had no idea that they would actually kill someone. You can't blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame me." "Oh nooooo ....." was all he said as he threw his arms around me and I grabbed him. We just held and cried for hours. ------------------------------------------------------------ At some point we must have dozed off because soon the sun was up and there were the sounds of campers moving around. I don't think either of us slept very well, but that was no surprise. We climbed out of the tent and just sat around at the table. Neither of us had any energy or inclination to start breakfast. We just sat quietly. A while later the Ranger stopped as he drove by. "You guys okay", he asked. "Yeah, I guess. We had a rough night and didn't sleep much." "Figured as much. Had any coffee or breakfast yet?" "No, we've just been sitting here. I guess we're just too tired and exhausted to do anything." "Come on, hop in the truck. I'll buy." "Huh?" "I said I'll buy." "Why?" "Well in case you've forgotten, you saved my life last night. At least let me buy you a coffee." "We're not going to be much company." "That's okay. I'm still a little shook up myself." "Yeah, why not. Come on Justin, lets go have coffee, MILK for you though." Justin managed a weak smile as we walked to the truck. A few minutes later we were at the administration building and headed inside to the coffee room. The Ranger entered ahead of us and as we came through the door he announced in a very loud voice, "HERE THEY ARE" and the room came alive with the applause of at least twenty people! Justin and I just stood there looking stupid. Two uniformed senior officers approach with their hands out. One a Park Ranger, the other a Highway Patrol. Congratulations, they offered, "do you have any idea what you've done?" "No", was all I could manage. "Those two punks are wanted in at least five states for robbery and murder. You're a hero ..... and there's a very substantial reward." Justin found his voice, "fuck the reward, that kid is dead." "Yes", said the Officer, "and thanks to you there won't be any more." "As far as we know they've killed at least three others." Justin was crying again and trying to hide. A man in a suit came over and introduced himself as Dr. Field and asked Justin to join him in the next room. I told Justin I would come too but the Doctor said it would be okay and led Justin away. The Officer said, "the Ranger told me that the boy was having a bad time so I brought Dr. Field with me. He works for the Highway Patrol and deals with officers and their families when they're under stress. "Thanks", I offered. "Justin is under a lot of stress. He thinks it's his fault." "Not to worry, he's really good." "So, on behalf of the State of California and the Highway Patrol, I would like to thank you and congratulate you on saving one of our men and stopping those punks. We also have a few things for you." The short and the long of it all was they were going to make me a hero and had a bunch of awards for me. I accepted them, but didn't have much to say. I was worried about Justin. A few hours later Dr. Field came out of the office and called me aside. He told me that Justin had finally told him everything and that he thought Justin would be okay. Justin would just need a whole lot of love and understanding but he would pull though. He also told me that anything Justin had told him would stop there and not to worry about anything. The Ranger came up to me at one point and said we could stay at the Park as long as we liked and that he was giving us a special pass for all California Parks for the balance of the year. "Not much", he added, "but it's all they had to give." I thanked him and Justin and I returned to our campsite. Both Justin and I just hung around the campsite all day, not doing much of anything. We were tired and drained. Justin was doing better, but just wasn't himself. Neither was I for that matter. Late in the afternoon, Justin sat down beside me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks" "Huh?" "Thanks" "No, thank you" "No. thank YOU" "No no, THANK YOU" "I'm hungry!" Justin was feeling better. We didn't have any food to cook so decided to go down to the local eatery and try some of the local fare. It was more of a greasy spoon hamburger joint, but what the hell. The food wasn't that bad and Justin was getting the giggles looking at something on the menu. "What", I said. "Check this out", as he pointed to an item. "Hmmm, Fish Burger, complete with fries and special seafood sauce". Justin was nearly on the floor laughing and the locals were wondering what kind of idiot tourists had come to town this time. As we were leaving Justin ordered a "Fish Burger" to go. On our way out the door he said he wanted to try it with a real special sauce. Justin was definitely feeling better! By the time we got back to camp the "Fish Burger" was gone. "Hey Justin, I thought you wanted to try that with special sauce." "Well I decided I'd rather have whale meat with that sauce." We could hardly walk by the time we got to the tent. Something in my pants was causing a great amount of pain with every step. Inside the tent, clothes went everywhere. The next thing I knew I was being attacked by a shark on a feeding frenzy. Wow, this was the same kid that was loosing it 12 hours earlier. I guess the Doctor knew what he was talking about. I started to laugh. "What", Justin asked? "Oh, just thinking about that Doctor" "Okay, what." "So what did he tell you to do? Take two and call him in the morning? I was almost out of control at this point. "No" "What?" "He said take THREE!" Now we were both hopelessly out of control. Laughter is a special medicine, it washes away the pain and so it was with us. We must have laughed for an hour until our guts hurt. Then it became a contest to see who could keep a straight face the longest. It was a short contest! We sat staring at each other. Justin looked so beautiful. Only a slight shadow remained of his black eye, his face had the angular look that only a teenager has for such a short time, his face still needed to grow into his nose, and his eyes .... oh those eyes. Quick and alert, dark pools I wanted to drown in. I pulled him close. "Justin, I love you. I want you to live with me forever. Please say you will." Justin answered with a single word, "Dad", as he tilted his head and kissed me. We kissed and touched. We held each other as our hands gently explored the other. We laid next to each other, face to face, our legs intertwined, our rock hard cocks moving slowly against each other. Our breath becoming short and fast. We would have crawled inside each others skins to get closer if there had been a way. "Justin, please fuck me." Justin found the KY and gently greased my ass while I greased his throbbing teen cock. I raised my legs and he slipped in. We just laid there enjoying each other. Enjoying being together and enjoying the sensations. I slowly started to squeeze and release his cock with my ass muscles. Justin groaned slightly but fought the urge to hump. This was too good to hurry. He was kissing me madly and taking nibbles on my neck. He would not last much longer and neither would I. My cock was dripping pre cum. Justin scooped sum up and licked his finger and then offered me some. I could feel his cock getting harder and bigger. Mine felt ready to explode. One more squeeze and we joined in a mutual orgasm of love. I lowered my legs and wrapped them around behind his. Justin relaxed on my chest and nuzzled into my neck as I pulled the sleeping bag over us. The demons were gone. End of Chapter 9 More to cum....... Comments to: bc_dude@hotmail.com On A Wing And A Prayer (c)BC Dude 1997 (bc_dude@hotmail.com) Chapter 10 - US 101 from Fort Bragg to San Francisco is an amazing piece of road. It twists and winds down the coast and for the most part there is nearly deserted. A few more homes appear each time I ride this piece of road but the enjoyment remains. So it was today as we rode south along the coast. Twisting and winding. It truly is motorcycle heaven. The sea air had a chill in it and I was hoping the fog would not roll in to spoil the day. Not only does it block the view, but the damp goes right through you. At our leisurely pace we didn't reach the outskirts of San Francisco until late after noon. We had made several stops to enjoy the view and just generally appreciate life. I decided that arriving in San Francisco in late afternoon was not the thing to do since I didn't really want to just speed right through. There's always a few places I enjoy stopping and I didn't want to be rushed. We turned around and went back north a few miles to the State Park at Point Reyes. We checked in with our special pass and set up camp. The Park Rangers were really nice to us and had obviously heard about our adventure up at Fort Bragg. They also told us they would keep an eye on our stuff if we wanted to go into San Francisco for the evening. "Oh yeah, can we", Justin said? "Sounds good to me. We don't have any food yet anyway." So it was agreed, we would ride into San Francisco for a night on the town. This actually suited me fine. I hate to pass through without going out to dinner but I really didn't want to hang around for another night. I much prefer the adventure of being on the road. The trip was uneventful into "town", at least until we got to the Golden Gate Bridge. A traffic accident had brought traffic to a standstill and there we were, just about at the top of the span. "Holy Shit", Justin said. "This bridge is HUGE." "No kidding", I responded. I had been across the bridge many times in the past, both by motorcycle and car. Believe me, there is a huge difference between the two. On a bike you can feel the wind, you can feel the sway of the structure, and when stopped, you can feel the deck bouncing up and down. Traffic was on the move soon and I made a bee line for, what else, Fisherman's Wharf. We walked through the area and visited a few shops and picked up the usual souvenirs. Every where we went the aroma of fine food was in the air and we finally had to eat. After checking a few places out we decided on one and went in. We got a table with a great view of The Bay and enjoyed our first big restaurant meal of the trip. I'm sure the waiter thought we were a little strange from time to time as we burst out in a giggle while reading the menu. Seems as though they were serving a few dishes with "special sauce". After dinner we were walking along when we heard, "Justin, Jim". We turned around to find Jeff, Chris, and Dave heading our way. "Hey!" we said. "Hey", they responded. "Didn't think we would find you here." "Well, you know, we're on a long trip. You never know where we'll turn up." "Great", Dave added. "Where are you guys staying?" "Back up the road at Point Reyes." "Really", Chris jumped in. "That's where we're staying. What a small world." "Yeah", Justin said. "You never know who you'll meet, and where." We spent a few minutes catching up on their trip since we parted in Northern California, and told them about ours. "Wow, we heard about that. That was you guys. That must have been RAD!" Justin broke in, "there's nothing RAD about somebody getting KILLED". "WHOA", Jeff said. "We didn't mean anything by it. I guess it's just the excitement, but you're RIGHT, we should know better, sorry." "Oh what the hell", Justin added. "I'm just over reacting. I know you guys didn't mean anything by it. Forget it, its me, not you. I guess I'm still a little stressed by it." "Yeah man", Dave added. "Jeff told us about what happened to you. You're so lucky to be alive and for Jim to have found you when he did. Is there anything we can do?" "Just be friends, to me and each other. There is nothing more important than friends." Chris jumped in. "We figured that out, and thank God you looked after Jeff when we fucked up. I just don't know how we forgot all the good times because of some stupid hang up WE have, or had. We worked out a lot over the past few days and figured out a lot about ourselves." "And each other", Dave said. "Actually it was kind of fun......." "Shut up Dave", Chris said. "Oh for fuck sake, man", Dave added. "What can we tell them that's news?" "Yeah well, I'm still not ready to talk about it, and we all agreed ......", Chris said. "Enough", Jeff said. Lets go have fun. We walked back to our bikes and proceeded to drive around San Francisco at night. We got into a few areas that made us feel a little uncomfortable but nothing happened. In one area there were lots of teens hanging around and we quickly figured out what was going on. There were hundreds of teenage hookers plying their trade, both girls and boys. Most looked horrid. The signs of drug abuse and physical abuse were more than obvious. Empty hollow eyes looking no where. Dreams that would never come true. Lives that would not be lived. A generation lost! Old men and young men cruising the streets looking for a few minutes of pleasure and not giving a dam about the objects of their desire. The evening was over. We headed back for the Golden Gate Bridge and the safety of our campsite. We were all a little down on arrival but we talked. We talked about the evening's fun and we talked about what we saw. We talked about life and we talked about the importance of friends. At one point tears were running down Justin's face. "What's up Justin", Jeff asked? "Ah hell. I was just thinking. I was almost one of those kids. I was running away and I was going to live on the streets, and yeah, I knew I would have to sell myself to live but I had no idea.... ..." Justin turned and hugged me hard. "Thank you", he whispered in my ear. "You saved me in more way than way than one." I just hugged him back. Dave was watching us. "Man, you two have something sooo special. I wish I was that close to my old man." "Why don't you try", I asked? "I don't know how", he answered. "We've been brought up to be so up tight about ......" Justin interrupted, "me too, but Jim ... ah, Dad really showed me how to care and love." It was becoming late and the fire was going down. We all knew the evening was drawing to a close. Justin "faked" a yawn and the others took the hint and started to get up. "So, where you guys headed tomorrow", I asked? We're going to see some of the sights in daylight and then head out." Chris indicated they had already seen the sights and were going to blast right through to LA. I think both Justin and I were going to miss them. "Well have a good trip, and be careful", Justin said. "Don't worry, we're together and we look out for each other" Chris said. "Yeah, one for all and all for one", Dave added. "GOOD NIGHT", I said. They made a few smart ass gestures, laughed, and left. "They're nice guys", Justin offered. "Yeah, I think they're going to be just fine." "I think I've had all the special sauce I can handle for one day," Justin said. "You okay?" "Yeah." "You don't sound like it." "Wadduya mean." "I've never known you when you weren't interested in special sauce." "Oh, just meant I wasn't hungry. I didn't mean I wasn't hungry!" "What?" "You know ......." "No I don't." "Lets go into the tent, I'll show you." "Is that an offer?" "No, it's a plea for help." "Oh, what kind of help?" "I told you, come in the tent and I'll show you." "Okay, you've got my interest, lets go." "I've got to go to the can first." "So why are you standing there?" Justin was gone before I could finish the sentence. Actually, on second thought, I figured I'd better go too. We were walking back from the washroom when Justin suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Fuck, there's a bear over there." "What, where?" "Right there beside that tent." I strained to look and then a form moved. Holy shit, he was right, well kind of. It was a bear, actually a bare ass. Justin was giggling. "Gotcha!" "Holy shit, that bare ass belongs to Chris." We walked over to the tent and startled the hell out of Chris. "What's up Chris, you didn't have beans for supper." Chris jerked around. He had his hard cock in his hand and looked just a little embarrassed. "Oh fuck", he said. "Looks to me like you're ready", Justin added. Chris was beet red. "I ... uh .... had to take a leak.", Chris said. "Looks to me like you have to do something else", Justin chided. "What the fuck is going on out there", came from inside the tent. "We're just looking at the bear", Justin replied. "What bear", came from inside the tent. "The one out here with a hard on that's having trouble taking a piss", Justin answered. "What", came the reply as the tent door opened. Jeff stuck his head out. "Oh, its you guys" and he climbed out of the tent, also nude and HARD. "Would it be to much to ask just what you homophobic yahoos are up too", I asked? Jeff grinned and Chris blushed. "Well, if you can't figure it out at your age, you're pretty dumb." "I don't believe it." "Believe it", Dave said from inside the tent. "But there's no way in hell I'm coming out there like this." "Yeah, and we're getting back in there", Chris said as he headed for the tent, followed by Jeff. "Hey, why don't you guys come in for a while", Jeff offered. "Looks a little cramped in there already", I observed. "Yeah well, that way we have to be really close to each other", Jeff said with a grin. "I don't believe this", Justin said under his breath. "Do you want to Justin?" It was a stupid question. Justin was already half way through the door. It was cramped in the tent and hard not to be close. "Okay guys, what's the story", Justin asked? Dave started. "When we found Jeff with you guys, we talked all night. We talked about a lot of things, including friendship and sex. Jeff told us about you guys and told us that we didn't have to worry about him putting the moves on us. We really knew that, but our homophobic background wouldn't let us accept it. We actually asked him what sex was like with another guy and he told us. Eventually Chris and I admitted that we had been in a few circle jerks and we actually kind of enjoyed it. Jeff also told us about how close you guys are and how important it is to talk honestly with each other, and show each other that you care for the other." Chris continued. "We've been best friends for years and really do love each other like brothers but we've been so fucking macho that we never were willing to openly admit it, or show it. Jeff knew what we were talking about and said he knew how to fix that. He then just moved over to each of us and gave us each a brotherly hug. At first we were stunned but we quickly realized that there was nothing wrong with telling and showing your friends that you love them." Dave cut back in. "Man, I thought I would shit when Jeff hugged me, but I also soon realized that there was nothing wrong with showing a friend that you love them. We talked about it for awhile and started to question just how many other things we might be wrong about. Well one thing led to another and we decided to have a circle jerk. Man that was hot. Chris and me aren't gay, and we want to go out with girls, but we decided that there was nothing wrong with doing it with your best friends either." Jeff cut in. "So now we just play around a bit every night. Nothing as heavy as you and Justin, but for us it's cool. I can now share with Chris and Dave, and they can share with me. I know we will never be lovers, but that's okay. We're friends, just having fun. What else can anyone ask for. I'm so lucky." "No, we're lucky", Chris said as he gave Jeff a little hug. We almost lost our best friend but we got him back, and thanks to you guys, he accepts us and we accept him." Chris spoke. "Uh .... Jim .... Justin .... ah ... well, Jeff told us about you two, and I know that love is a very private thing, but .... uh ..... do you .... ah ..... think that maybe you guys would spend the night. We can't believe the passion that Jeff described." I turned to ask Justin what he thought and dam near gave him another black eye as our heads met. Justin hardly missed a beat and planted a real long, wet kiss on my lips. He must have been tonsil diving for five minutes before he came up for air. Somehow, during the kiss his clothes had fallen off, as had mine. Justin pushed me down and started kissing at my neck and slowly worked his way down do my toes and then half way back. At one point he leaned over to Jeff and whispered something in his ear and then continued working on me. Jeff excused himself. He said he had to take a piss and got out of the tent. Meanwhile, Justin continued working on me and started sucking my cock, and balls, and started working his way down to my ass. I couldn't believe he was doing this in front of an audience, but I was fast learning not to care. I was too fucking hot. Jeff returned to the tent and handed Justin something. "Okay, your turn", Justin said. Well I didn't need to be invited twice and I proceeded to devour the boy. I had been kissing and licking him for twenty minutes and both of us were dripping pre cum so bad that we were getting everything around us wet. Suddenly Justin grabbed my over hard cock, but it felt different. I knew I was really putting out the pre cum, but his hand almost slipped right off. Then I realized he had just greased me up with the KY. "Okay", he said, "you're ready." "For what?" "For this", and he rolled over and raised his legs. "Here?" "Oh pleeease" Justin didn't have to ask twice. I slowly positioned myself and slipped into him. Justin gave a groan of pleasure as I slipped in and then I heard some other moans in the tent. Fuck, I had forgotten about them. The boys were busy jerking each other off and their eyes were glued to Justin and me. I slowly started humping. Long, slow strokes. Justin was writhing in pleasure. His head was rolling from side to side, his eyes were closed, and he kept moaning with each stroke. His cock continued to drip pre cum in long strands. His balls were tight up in his sack. He was on his way, as was I. Chris softly spoke into Jeff's ear. "That looks so hot, Man, I didn't believe it when you told me it was like this." Chris softly kissed Jeff on the lips. "Jeff, I think I want to try it once. Will you let me fuck you." Jeff answered, "I've never done it either, so okay, but please, real gentle." "Trust me dude". "What about Dave", Jeff asked? "Well, I was thinking about it", Dave answered. "How about a three way", Jeff offered. "Dave, you do Chris, while his does me." "Is that okay with you Chris", Dave asked? "Sure, I'll try it", Chris responded. The three of them got into position and joked around as they passed the KY around. Soon they were down to business and slowly attempted to ease into each others virgin ass. Justin came back to earth long enough to tell them to really relax and push a bit like they were taking a shit when the cock goes in and they should loosen each other up a bit by using their fingers first. Dave and Chris weren't too happy about that but they tried. Their attitudes quickly changed when they felt the finger go up their own asses. Soon they were with the program. There were a few muffled cries as each had their asses stuffed, but the cries soown turned to moans of pleasure and they were on their way. Justin and I turned back to our pleasure with each other. I was still humping long and slow and Justin was really enjoying it ..... so was I for that matter. We were on the ladder and nearing the top. I was getting hotter than hell and grunting quite loudly. Jeff was purring like a kitten. I was just starting to lose it when Justin clamped down on my straining dick and his ass began to pulsate. His cum squirted between us, and then I was there pumping shot after shot into his hot teen ass. We collapsed and became aware of the noises beside us. The three boys were going at it strong and heavy. With them it was sex, not love, but they were enjoying it. They had built a rhythm and were working up a sweat. Justin and I decided to add to it. Justin rolled over under Jeff, who was on his hands and knees, and started sucking his cock, while I moved over behind Dave. I slicked up my finger with the cum on my stomach and started to finger his hole. Dave groaned a bit when I pushed my finger in but when I found his prostate he started to moan like crazy. I guess he got the message and adjusted his position in Chris and soon Chris was receiving the benefit of having his magic button poked. They were all getting close and you would have to be deaf not to notice. Dave came first and his ass clamped on my finger. His sudden final thrust set Chris off, and from the sounds Justin was making I knew he was swallowing Jeff's load. We all collapsed in a heap and just enjoyed the after glow. Chris spoke first. "Wow, that was fantastic. I don't want to give up women, but I'd do that again." "Yeah", Dave added. "RAD!" "Told you guys it was good", Jeff put in. "And you two guys", Dave said. "I've never heard or seen two people make love like that!" "Yeah", Justin said. "Love is wonderful .... and the SEX ain't bad either." We all laughed. I started to get up when Chris asked us to stay. "What the hell", I thought. "How do you feel about that Justin?" "Sure, but ..... I want you in me tonight." "No problem." We all got arranged and opened up the sleeping bags into blankets and got comfortable. Justin spooned up to me and I slipped inside. Someone rolled up next to me and put his arm over me. I hadn't been this close with so many people, ever. Justin turned his head and kissed me lightly. "Goodnight Dad" was the last thing I heard. End of Chapter 10 more to come ........ Comments to bc_dude@hotmail.com