Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 15:43:54 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: The Adventures of Pete Cordell, Lessons Learned, Chapter 1

This begins the telling of a second adventure concerning my hero, Pete
Cordell. This series would not be nearly as good without the editorial help
of CJ and Randy, who have my deepest thanks.

This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay
men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you
live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you,
then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does
occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV negative, and know this
because of regular testing (or they're virgins). Every sexually active
person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's
and your partner's status can save your life!

Lessons Learned

     It was Thursday night, and I was sitting on my bed, packing my
backpack for my weekend camping trip: canteen, water purification tablets,
condoms, etc., when the phone rang. It was my camping buddy, John.

     "What's up?" John asked.

     "I'm packing", I replied.

     John then said, "We need to talk about that".

     "What's wrong?"

     "Nothing's wrong. It's just that my brother-in-law Sean had dinner
with us tonight, and Kathy mentioned the camping trip. Sean got excited,
and asked if he could join us. I told him it was fine with me, but I needed
to check with you. What do you think?"

     "Can he keep up with us?

     "He was a long-distance runner in college. He still runs miles every
week. I don't think that's a problem."

     "Does he have the stuff he needs?"

     "I can take care of that."

     "Well then I guess it's okay."

     "Great! I'll let him know, and we'll pick you up tomorrow morning at
the airport".

     After I hung up, I reached into the backpack to remove the
condoms. "Damn. I probably won't need these now", I thought. You see, John
and I were roommates in college, and I was the first guy to fuck him. We've
been fuck buddies ever since. Several times a year, I fly up to Atlanta,
and we go camping in the North Georgia Mountains, where we spend the
weekend hiking, camping and fucking. John might be married, but I've never
found anyone who liked a cock up his butt more than John. With Sean along,
I doubted that we'd have any opportunity to fuck. We rarely used the
condoms anyway. They were there in case we met someone else. However, then
I remembered my Scout motto: "Be Prepared." I put the condoms back into the
pack, and continued packing.

     Before we go on, I should probably introduce myself: my name is Pete
Cordell and I am a 34-year-old English professor living in New Orleans. I
am just over 6 feet tall and weigh 200 lbs., with blonde hair and blue
eyes. I have a 44" chest, a 33" waist, and a thick 9" uncut dick. My
family's background is German and English; thus I have very little body
hair; mostly only around my dick and a few strands under my arms. I would
have some on my balls, but I keep them shaved, and I trim my pubes short,
to keep my partners from swallowing hair. My orientation is definitely gay
(although I have slept with a couple of exceptional women) and I am one of
the world's biggest "V"s, as in versatile. So, let's get back to the story.

     As promised, John and Sean were waiting for me as I walked out of the
terminal, backpack in hand. John and I gave each other a manly hug, and
then I turned to Sean.

"Pete, this is Sean. Sean, Pete," John said. I held out my hand, and Sean
gave me a firm handshake. John hadn't told me how cute Sean was. He was
young, surely no older that 23 or 24, as compared to our 34 years, and was
about 5'10, a couple of inches shorter than John and I, and probably
weighed about 165. He had black curly hair and strikingly blue
eyes. Looking at him, I could tell that he had been a long-distance
runner. He was built like a greyhound. Under the tank top and shorts, he
was lean, yet muscular. I could see his biceps ripple as he removed his
hand from mine.

     "I really appreciate you letting me join you guys", he said. "I love
camping, and haven't found anybody to go camping with since college"

     "That was what, 2 years ago?" John asked.

     "Yeah." Sean replied. .

     "Well, you're welcome to join us. The weather should be perfect this
weekend, and I don't know if John has told you about our favorite campsite,
but it's a great spot."

John interjected: "We can talk in the Jeep on the way up. Let's get going."

     So we threw my backpack in the back of his Jeep and we were on our
way.

     It was late afternoon by the time we got to what John and I called our
"time-share". It is a beautiful spot, a clearing along the edge of a
creek. At this spot, the creek widens and forms a natural pool, perfect for
swimming. We have never seen anyone else around here, probably because it's
so difficult to get to. You have to break trail from the path to get to the
creek, and then wade a half mile up the creek, even climbing up a small
waterfall, to get to the campsite. John dropped his pack and said, "Damn
it, it's hot and I'm sweaty. I'm taking a swim before we set up camp". With
that, he pulled off his t-shirt, dropped his shorts and jockstrap and,
wearing nothing but his hiking boots, headed for the water, his hairy white
ass gleaming in the sunlight. I heard Sean gasp. As I proceeded to remove
my own clothes, I told him "Don't worry about it. There's never anybody
here. We always go skinny-dipping." With that, I removed my jockstrap and
joined John in the water. I turned around and saw Sean still standing
there, blushing like a new bride.

     "Come on in," I urged. "The water's cold, but it feels great!" With
that, Sean started removing his clothes. As I expected, there didn't seem
to be an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. As he ran for the water, his
hands covering his equipment, I could see why he was hesitant to take off
his clothes: the fucker was half-hard. He looked like he was losing the
battle with his dick, and it looked like it would shape up into a
fine-looking piece of meat, with his balls swinging from side to side as he
ran into the water. Of course, the cold water would shrink both his cock
and balls. As we frolicked around in the water, my mind started spinning
with possibilities.

     After setting up camp, cooking dinner and passing around the bottle of
Jack Daniels that I had brought, we were lying around the campfire, staring
at the stars, when Sean said "This is beautiful, but what are we going to
do until bedtime?" After thinking a few seconds, a plan came to mind. I
said, "Well, I have a pack of cards. Do you want to play some poker?"

     John said, "All of our money is locked up in the Jeep. What would we
play for?"

I replied, "Well, we could play strip poker."

     Sean put in "The problem with that is what happens when we're all
naked? Given what we're wearing, the game would be over in no time."

     I responded "Well, how about this: The losers become the slaves of the
winner for the rest of the night. They have to do whatever the winner
says."

     John started saying "I don't know" when Sean jumped in, with a shy
grin on his face "Sounds like fun. Let's do it."

     Several hands later, it was a beautiful view around the campfire. John
was down to his jockstrap. Every time I see John naked (or nearly so) I
always get hard. John is such a stud! He's 6' tall, and probably 210 lbs.,
all muscle. His mahogany hair is cut short, and he has the most beautiful
green eyes. His broad chest and six-pack abs are covered with a mat of
mahogany-colored hair, as are his legs and butt. I know first-hand how soft
that hair is, and how great it feels rubbing against my back as he fucks me
from behind, or how it feels to run my hands through it as I fuck him. I
could tell from his jockstrap that his thick, 7" dick was not far from
total erection. It and his huge, low-hanging balls were making an
impressive package in that strap.

     Meanwhile, Sean, sitting on the other side of John, was down to his
black boxer-briefs. As I said before, Sean was built like a greyhound, no
body fat anywhere that I could see. His long legs were hairy, but there was
very little hair on his torso, just a patch between his pecs, with a line
of fur running down into the top of his briefs. Given the black boxer
briefs, I couldn't make out for sure if he was getting hard, but it looked
like something was going on in there. He sure couldn't miss John's bulge. I
kept catching him surreptitiously checking out his brother-in-law. As for
me, I was ahead, still having my t-shirt and my jockstrap on. My t-shirt
covered my own bulging jockstrap. We had continued to pass the bottle as we
played, so none of us were feeling any pain.

     Sean lost the next hand, and grinning, I told him "Take if off."
Blushing wildly, Sean stood up, his hands trying to cover his crotch. He
turned around and, bending over, removed his briefs, giving us a great view
of his ass. Like the rest of him, it was lean and tight, hairless except
for a trail of black hair running through his crack. I thought for a second
that I saw his pink pucker as he bent over, but that might have been
wishful thinking. I could also see his balls dangling low between his
legs. As he turned back around, his hands still over his crotch, I could
see what he was trying to cover up. He had a raging hard-on! His dick was
long and thin (probably 7-8") with what looked like a huge head. Still
looking embarrassed, he asked "What now?"

"Move your hands away, sit down and watch. John and I have more hands to
play."

I lost the next hand, and the t-shirt came off. At that point, my bulge was
obvious. As John dealt what would have to be the last hand, I caught Sean
staring at my hairless torso, with my big nipples hard and erect. I watched
as his view continued down to my very-stuffed pouch. The look of fear and
hunger on his face was obvious.

     To make a long story short, I won the next hand, and John had to stand
up and take off his jockstrap. As I thought, his dick was rock-hard,
sticking out of a dense thatch of the same red-brown hair covering the rest
of his body, and looked to be leaking a bit of pre-cum. It was just over 7"
long, but was incredibly thick. His big balls hung low, and jiggled as he
removed his jockstrap. Sean gasped as he saw his brother-in-law's hard-on
for (I assumed) the first time. As he sat back down, I stood up and said:
Okay, here are the rules: First and foremost, what goes on here stays
here. Understood?" After they both nodded, I then said "Sean, have you ever
fooled around with guys?"

     Sean, still blushing, looked down and said "No." But then he raised
his head, and staring into my eyes said "But I think I've always been
attracted to men. I've always checked out my teammates in the shower, and
often had to turn the water to cold to keep from getting hard. But I never
really thought about it. I mean, every guy checks out his buddies, don't
they? But the problem was that they worked their way into my fantasies. It
was never anything hard-core, just images of them showering.

     Things came to a head 2 years ago, when Kathy and John helped me move
into my apartment after graduation. It was a hot summer day, and I had
already removed my shirt when John decided to do the same. After he took it
off, my first thought was "God, I'd love to rub my hands through that
thatch of hair!" The thought floored me, and I was like a zombie the rest
of the day. Kathy noticed after a while and asked if I was all right. I
told her that I had gotten a little hot. She smiled, and said that we were
almost done.

     They left a little while later, and I collapsed on the sofa, thinking
about earlier. Did I really want to rub my hands over my brother-in-law's
hairy chest? Hell, yes, I realized, but I wanted more: I wanted to feel his
hairy chest rubbing against mine; I wanted to see and feel that big bulge
I'd seen in his shorts that day; I wanted to feel his razor stubble against
my face. I looked down to find that I had a raging hard-on. Slipping off my
shorts, I started stroking, imagining how John would look naked. It only
took a few strokes before I went off, shooting a massive load all over my
face, chest and abs.

     After I had recovered, I thought, "Am I a fag?" The pieces fell into
place: getting hard over my naked teammates; the fact that the sex I had
with my ex-girlfriend was not particularly satisfying; my deep attraction
to my brother-in-law. But what can I do about it? I've always been shy, and
it had been hard enough to go up and ask a girl out. Could I really go up
to a hot guy and say, "I think you're cute. Do you want to mess around?"

     So for the next two years, I did nothing about it. I would come home
at night and jerk off to images of my teammates, John or some hot guy I had
seen on the train on the way to work. And then comes this camping
trip. When John introduced you, I realized that I was in for a long
weekend. I had not one but two studs to fantasize about. I was fighting a
hard-on all day. When we got to the creek and John stripped, I felt my dick
rising at the first sight of his beautiful hairy ass. I tried to fight it,
but then you stripped, and I knew it was hopeless. I covered as best I
could and ran into the water, hoping the water would make me go down.

     And then comes this evening. I think I gave in so easily to the strip
poker idea in the hopes that something would happen. And now it has and I
don't know what to do. So to answer your question, "No I have never played
around with guys. But if you two have, and would like to play with me, I'd
like that more than anything in this world. ."

     "Then stand up and come over here", I said, "and I'll give you your
first lesson."

While he stood up and moved over to me, big dick swinging in the night air,
I slid my jock down and off, freeing my 9" uncut dick, which slapped
against my stomach with a loud "Thwap" when released. As he walked up, I
grabbed him and pressed him hard against me. "This is what a man's body
feels like," I said. "Feel the power. Feel the strength." As I pulled him
close, I slid my hands down to his butt, pulling him even tighter. "Reach
around me", I ordered. "Hold me tight". He did, his hands grabbing my butt
with great force. Leaning my head back, I looked at him. "Now, this is what
a man's mouth feels like." With that, I leaned forward and lightly kissed
his beautiful mouth. While hesitant at first, after several seconds, his
mouth opened, his tongue came out, and we began to kiss passionately. As we
kissed, our bodies rubbed against each other, my dick running over his
washboard stomach, while his rubbed up and down over my balls and through
my blond bush.

     After several minutes, I pulled back and looked over at John. His
mouth was open in shock, but I could see his dick was hard, and pre-cum was
leaking from his piss slit. I took Sean's hands and put them on my
chest. "Feel this. This is what a man's chest feels like. Feel the muscle;
feel the hardness". As I said those words, I placed my hands on his chest
and started massaging the muscles, kneading the hard tissue. Taking my
lead, Sean started doing the same. I then moved my hands and started
tweaking his dime-sized nipples, already hard. His eyes rolled back into
his head, and he let out a low moan. Pulling on them, I said "Feels great,
doesn't it? Pull on my nipples". He complied, very gently at first, but
started pulling with more force after I started pulling harder on his. Both
of us were moaning loudly, as the tugs got harder and harder.

     After several minutes of this, I took one of his hands and placed it
on my dick. "Feel this", I said. "This is what a man's dick feels like." As
he wrapped his hand around my dick, I motioned for John to come over and
join us. I took Sean's other hand and placed it on John's dick. "Feel
this," I told him. "Feel how our dicks are different. Mine's longer than
his, but his is much thicker." Reaching down, I pulled my foreskin, which
had retracted, up over the head of my dick. "Pull on my foreskin", I
ordered. "Move it up and down my dick." As he complied, I put my hand on
his dick. He groaned as I tightened my grip. "They're all different, but
they're all the same. They're just like yours, but they're not. You've got
a great dick, long and thin, and that huge head is perfect for busting
someone's butt." This was the simple truth: hard, his dick was probably
about 8" And that head was truly amazing. It was already bigger than a golf
ball, and I expected it would get even bigger as he got close to coming.

      For several minutes, we simply stood there in the firelight, playing
with each other's hard manhoods. I looked at Sean and said, "Now for the
next part of the lesson. Have you ever had your dick sucked?" Sean replied
"Once. But I didn't like it. It hurt."

     I grinned. "Teeth, no doubt. Well, don't worry. Nobody knows how to
give a blow job better than another man, and John is among the best."
Turning, I looked at John and said "John, get on your knees and suck his
dick."

     John said, "Pete, I don't know if this is a good idea." I looked at
Sean.

     "Sean, do you want your brother-in-law to suck your dick?"

     Sean, with a shy grin, said "I've dreamed about it for 2 years now." I
looked meaningfully at John. "What the hell," he replied, dropped to his
knees, and grabbing Sean by his balls, pulled him toward his waiting
mouth. Knowing John as I do, I knew Sean was in for a special treat. Sean's
eyes closed, and a groan escaped him as John started licking up his shaft,
moving inexorably toward the large head, which already had a bead of
pre-cum on it. Reaching the head, John licked the drop off of the head, and
proceeded to slowly take the writhing dick into his mouth. The groans
turned to cries as John slowly started working his way down Sean's
8-incher, taking a little in at a time, then backing off, licking the head
and the glans, before taking more dick down his throat. After not too many
minutes, Sean's dick broke through the threshold into John's throat. Sean
literally jumped as his dick moved into John's throat. John would hold it
down, and then back all of the way off, again licking the head, now slick
with Sean's pre-cum and John's spit, and again take it all the way
down. After several repeats of this, John grabbed Sean's ass, and pulled
him in, forcing Sean to fuck his mouth. Sean immediately got the idea, and
grabbing the back of John's head, proceeded to fuck John's face.

     After several minutes of this, as Sean's pumping became more and more
frantic, it became clear that Sean was getting close. John pulled away, and
bending farther down, started licking Sean's balls. This was obviously a
new sensation to Sean, and as John started taking one ball after the other
into his mouth, it was clear that Sean was closer to coming than I wanted
him to be. I said to John "Come over and suck my dick for a while". As John
turned and started sucking me off, I told Sean "Pay attention to what he
does. You may be tested on this shortly". Sean watched with rapt attention
as John took his hand and pulled my foreskin up over the head of my dick
and started sucking on the skin. I moaned when John used his teeth to
lightly chew on the skin, before slowly going all the way down on my 9
thick inches. As he sucked me, one of his free hands were tugging on my
hairless balls, something he knows drives me wild. Meanwhile, I reached
over and started tugging on Sean's balls, lightly at first, and with more
pressure as we went on. With my other hand, I went from nipple to nipple,
tugging harder and harder. He reached down to play with his dick, and I
slapped his hand away, saying, "I don't want you to come yet." I took his
hands and put them on my nipples. "Play with these for a while" I
ordered. Meanwhile, John had managed to take all 9" into his throat, making
my knees weak. Knowing I too was getting close, I pulled out of his mouth
and let go of Sean's balls. I looked at Sean as asked "So, you want to give
it a try?"

     "God, yes", he said, dropping to his knees. He reached for my dick,
but I said, "I'm too close. Suck on your brother-in-law's dick while I cool
down." John stood and waved his thick 7" rod in Sean's face. He slapped his
dick back and forth across Sean's face and said, "Yeah, suck my big thick
dick." Having watched John suck the two of us, Sean started by licking his
way up John's shaft. "How does it taste?" I asked.

     "Salty, and sweaty, and sweet" he replied. "It tastes great!"

     "I thought you'd enjoy it", I said.

     Sean paid close attention to the glans, even using his teeth lightly
on it. John moaned his approval as Sean moved up to the head and began to
lick all over. He then opened his mouth and tried to take the thick head in
his mouth. John immediately pulled back

     "Teeth", he said.

     I explained to Sean, "You need to cover your teeth with your lips when
you suck cock." Sean nodded, and tried again. This time, John moaned with
approval as his head went smoothly into Sean's mouth. I told Sean "Go
slow. Get used to the feel of that big dick in your mouth. Take a little
more in each time until you get used to the feel." Sean complied, and I
watched with interest, as he slowly took more and more of John's dick into
his mouth. When I could tell that he wanted to take the whole thing, I told
him "Breathe out. And then try to take it into your throat. Breathe through
your nose." He did, and immediately gagged. He pulled out. I told him
"That's normal. You need to relax your throat and remember to exhale before
swallowing." He did, and after several attempts, managed to take the whole
thing.

     John moaned loudly, and said in a low voice "Yeah, swallow my big
dick. Oh, fuck yeah!" (If you haven't figured it out by now, John loves to
talk dirty). I could tell Sean was going to be an incredible
cocksucker. Most guys could never manage John's thickness. I could see from
John's face that he too was amazed. After a few minutes of this deep
throating, John moaning, "Yeah, suck my cock. Swallow that fucker" over and
over again, I announced, "It's my turn" and stood up. Sean crawled over and
started licking my cock.

     As John had done, he started playing with my foreskin, and tentatively
bit it. I told him, "Harder. You can't hurt me." I jumped as he took me at
my word and started chewing on my foreskin. My eyes rolled back in my head
in pleasure, and after several moments, he proceeded to take my entire 9"
into his mouth and throat! I just gawked in amazement as I could feel the
head of my cock massaging his throat. After just a few minutes, I knew that
I was again close to coming. So I pulled out and said, "Hold that thought."
I went into the tent and came back with a sleeping bag, which I spread out
on the ground. "Lie down" I told Sean. "We're going to do a daisy chain", I
announced. John, knowing the score, laid down on the sleeping bag, with his
dick in Sean's face. I then joined them, with my face in Sean's crotch and
my dick in John's face. I took Sean's dick into my mouth, and slowly
started to swallow that long shaft. Sean caught on almost immediately, and
started sucking John's dick with a vengeance. I immediately felt John's
talented mouth take possession of my dick, and he slowly started to slide
my 9 inches into his throat.

We quickly settled into a pattern: mouths sucking dick, and hands wandering
everywhere we could reach. It was tough at first to get Sean's big head
into my throat, but I managed after a few tries. The sucking got more and
more frenzied as we went along. With one hand, I grabbed Sean's balls and
tugged hard. He yelped, and I felt a squirt of pre-cum leak into my
mouth. With my other hand, I started exploring his butt cheeks, rubbing my
hand everywhere I could reach. I felt John's finger slowly slide into my
butt, and I took my hand and ran a finger over Sean's pucker. He moaned,
and I felt his cock head growing even bigger. Although I would have loved
to swallow, it was not good to teach Sean bad habits. I immediately pulled
off, sliding my finger into his butt, and was rewarded with squirt after
squirt (five in all, I think) of hot cum spraying over my face. This of
course set me off, and I cried, "Damn, I'm coming", giving John just enough
time to take my load on in his face, rather than down his throat. He then
proceeded to blow all over Sean's face. We collapsed in a huddle, the
firelight illuminating our exhausted bodies and the glittering jewels of
cum on our faces, as we slowly came back to reality.

     Once we had recovered and cleaned up somewhat, we sat by the fire,
still naked, and passed the bottle of Jack around some more. Sean got a
guilty, embarrassed look on this face, and asked John "Does Kathy know
about this?"

     "About the camping trips or me in general? In either case, the
answer's yes. I told her before we were married. She wasn't troubled at all
with me being bisexual. In fact, the idea excited her. Since then, we've
brought home another man on several occasions, and even another couple once
or twice. Her only condition is that I can't fuck around with strangers,
unless we play safe. She says she loves to sit in a chair and play with
herself while a big-dicked stud is fucking me. We even bought a strap-on
for her to fuck me with"

     I could tell that the image of his sister playing with her pussy while
her husband was getting fucked was a difficult one for Sean. "It's hard to
imagine your family being sexual, isn't it?" I said to Sean.

     "Yeah". Sean said. "Do you think she knows about me?" he asked John.

     "I don't know", John admitted. "But she has seen the way I look at you
sometimes, and told me I should try you out if I got the chance. And she
was the one who brought up the camping trip, after all. Why? Do you not
want her to know? Remember Rule One: What goes on up here stays here."

     Sean thought for a moment. "I don't think I care. But I don't want Mom
and Dad to know."

     "Agreed", said John. Kathy and Sean's parents were religious and quite
conservative. "Anyway, I won't say anything to Kathy until you tell me you
want me to. But, I bet that she'd get off on the idea of her husband and
her brother sucking each other's dicks. She might even want to watch."

     "I don't know if I'm ready for that", Sean said.

     "One of the things I love most about her is her openness to new
things," John continued. "She keeps telling me that if only Pete liked
girls, the three of us could have a great time together."

     "I'm probably too old to change my stripes at this point, but I might
surprise you," I replied. "I love Kathy probably almost as much as you do,
and the idea of Kathy watching while I drive my dick into your butt has
already started adding some starch back into my pecker."  Looking around at
the other two, I could tell that it was having the same effect on
them. "Speaking of driving my dick into your hairy butt, John, Sean, it's
time for your next lesson."

End of Part 1

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