Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 06:51:50 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: *And* Hot Pies and Size Queens part 8

My Sister's Boyfriend


	I was home on leave from my assignment at Paris Island Marine Training
Center, where I am a DI.  I hadn't seen my family for over a year, and was
looking forward to a little R&R to get in some visiting, hiking, camping and
maybe a little fishing with my dad.
	As it turned out, my dad fell off a ladder the day before I arrived, and
broke his left ankle, painting the trim on the upstairs casements.  I needed
the time in the woods along my favorite stream, and after spending two days
visiting, I told my folks I just had to go, even if it was alone.  Dad
suggested I talk to my sister's boyfriend Elmer, to see if he'd like to go
along to keep me company.
	"Elmer?  Geez dad you must be kidding."  I hadn't met the guy before, but
anybody named Elmer had to be a geek.
	"Don't be such a Yahoo," my dad scolded.  "Elmer's a very nice kid.  You'll
like him.  Have Jenny call him.  I know he's been dying to meet you."  I
agreed reluctantly, and when Jenny called him, he said he'd be over right
after work so we could plan the trip.  Elmer worked at his family's lumber
yard, and he told Jenny he could take time off when he needed to.
	I wasn't prepared for Elmer.  I pictured a whimpy little kid with a
ninety-eight pound weakling's body and thick glasses.  Man was I ever
surprised when I answered the doorbell, and this tall hunk of sex on the
hoof was standing on the other side of the screen door.
	"Elmer?"
	"Yeah!  Hi Sarge.  I've wanted to get to know you since I was a freshman in
high school."  I nodded, and pushed the screen door open and let him in the
house.  He smelled of pine pitch when he walked past.  I'm no piker when it
comes to size and muscle mass, but I believe Elmer could give me a run for
my money.
	We shook hands, and he wanted to know where I liked to go when I was
camping and fishing.  I told him my favorite places, and he knew them all.
We decided on the one, after a brief discussion, where we would most likely
to be left alone.  It involved a twelve mile hike into the mountains to a
small lake that was the head waters of Coldwater creek which runs through
the edge of town.  We agreed to meet at four A.M. the next morning packed
and ready to hit the trail.  He said he'd pick me up in his Jeep on the dot.
	He was a man of his word, and we were soon on the road and breathing clean
mountain air.  It took us most of the day to hike into the campsite, but
every step of the way was like shedding another care or worry, until at
last, I felt carefree and relaxed.
Elmer, was an ideal companion, quiet unless spoken to, and observant of
nature.  We made a great team.  He should have been a Marine.  He liked
calling me Sarge, and somewhere along the way, and I started calling him
Fudd, which he took, as it was intended.
	We reached our campsite with an hour of daylight left.  We quickly set up
our two man tent and rolled out our sleeping bags, and then stripped off to
see who could be the first into the lake.  We drew a tie, both hitting the
icy water at the same time.  We used sand, to scrub the stale sweat of the
long hike off, and Elmer asked me to do his back, and he'd do mine.
	When I put my sand filled hand on his back and began to scrub, I was aware
of a change in his attitude.  I could feel something change in mine as well.
  Neither of us addressed what we were feeling, but when he'd rinsed off,
and I turned my back to him, and he put his sand filled hand between my
shoulder blades, I shivered involuntarily.
	"You cold?"  He started to rub the sand across my skin.
	"No.  Not really.  Are you?"
	"No.  I don't know why I'm shivering.  Maybe it's just tired muscles.  It
was a long hike, and you don't let up for a minute."
	"It's what I'm trained to do."
	"I know".  He leaned closer to me, and I felt the head of his cock brush my
hip.  I let my arms relax, and rolled my head on my neck, while he rubbed me
with the rough invigorating sand.  My hand brushed against his thigh, and he
leaned closer.  My cock began to expand even in the cold water.  I let my
hand swing at my side, and soon came in contact with his enlarging member.
He pressed it into my hand.
	"Elmer,"  I had to clear my throat.
	"Yeah?"   He was breathing deeply.
	"Are you coming on to me?"
	"Um...Yeah."  He made his stiffening cock contract in my hand.  I held it
lightly cupped in my palm.
	"What about Jenny?"
	"What about her?"
	"You're her boyfriend for god's sake.  I can't do this to my own sister."
He reached around my hip, and took my stiff root in his fist, and leaned
over and nuzzled my jaw line.
	"I've got something to tell you about Jenny."  He whispered as he nuzzled.
"She's been my beard since high school, and I've been her boyfriend, so none
of the guys in town ever hit on her.  Jenny doesn't do guys."
	"You're saying my sister's a lesbian?"
	"She and Sherri D. are an item, but in this town, talk can be murder on a
girl's reputation.  They pretend to be friends, and I let them use my house
to get together privately for sex."
	"What do you do; watch?"
	"Sometimes, they like it when I watch.  Most of the time, I go for a drive,
or head out to the rest stop on the highway.  You know how it is..."  I
certainly did.  Growing up gay in a small southern town was cursed by a
triple whammy.  Family, friends, and gossip.  One had to be excruciatingly
careful and deep in the closet.  I knew the highway rest area all too well
from my younger days, when it was the only possible source of relief for
aching nuts and a hard dick.  I'd learned about man to man sex in toilet
stalls, parked cars and RVs.  I'd never had an encounter with another man
from my own town.
	"Let's get out of the water, and fix some food, before it gets too dark to
see."  I squeezed his cock, and led him to shore.  I was thinking about poor
Jenny, reflecting on the problems I had with my sexuality.  What demons and
horrors did she have to experience growing up.  She and I had a lot to talk
about.
	We ate a quick meal of canned chili, and brought our sleeping bags out into
the beautifully fragrant night air.  We lay side by side, watching the night
descend, and the stars wink on in the magical sky.
	"You know Fudd, I have a lot to be thankful to you for; helping Jenny."
	"Nothing to it.  I think she intuited I was gay.  I mean I played and
lettered on all the school teams, but only she noticed I never dated girls.
One night, she had your dad's car, and followed me to the rest stop.  I
didn't notice, but she saw me get into a guy's car at the dark end of the
parking area and watched him give me a blowjob, and then me give him one.
She pulled into the slot next to his car, while we were talking about maybe
meeting there again, on another night.  I saw her, and I thought I was going
to die of embarrassment.  I jumped out of the guy's car, and ran back to my
Jeep.  She got out and ran over to me before I could get it started, while
the cocksucker peeled rubber trying to get out of the lot fast."  He was
silent for a long moment.
	"She put her hand on my arm through the window, and said we needed to talk.
  She told me about her and Sherri, and how they needed a place to meet.
She knew I had a little place my parents had given me when I graduated.
Well to make a long story short, we set things up the way they are now."  He
laid there, naked, flat on his back with his strong arms folded under his
head, looking at the stars.
	"She also told me that you were gay."
	"What?  She doesn't know.  I've kept my secret."
	"She told me she had seen you in the same guy's car she caught me in, a few
months before you enlisted.  She's no dummy, Jenny can read sign like
Hiawatha.  Jenny and I really had to have a talk about things now, I
thought.
	I raised myself up on an elbow, and laid my palm on his chest.  He was
smooth, except for a few thin hairs growing around each nipple.  I rubbed
his skin, and felt the warmth emanating from his body.  I leaned over, and
sucked his nipple into my teeth, and tenderly bit the hardening nodule.  His
stomach muscled tightened, and he brought his knees up.  I let my hand glide
lower across his rippled belly, until I encountered his nest of cock hair.
My fingers played through the wiry hair, and his cock began to expand.  I
cupped his shaft and balls in my hand, and squeezed.  He sighed, and reached
for my head.  The kiss was long and passionate, with lots of tongue.
	"I didn't bring any protection along; did you?"  He sat up, and unzipped a
small dop kit he'd brought out when we had moved our bags into the night
air.  It was well stocked with lube and rubbers.
	He laid back down, and I took his thickening meat in my mouth, and felt it
harden into a shaft of steel, edging its way beyond and into my throat.  He
sighed, and without breaking the suction I had on his cock, reversed
himself, and buried my cock to the bush in his own mouth.  We gently sucked
each other, making it more like nursing calves that sex crazed men.  We both
were so turned on, that groans and moans filled the night.  Neither of us
wanted to waste a load, when so much more was possible.
	I suited up my cock, and greased the way with his lube.  He pushed me onto
my back, and got astride me, raised up on his haunches.  Gripping me with
his fist, he guided my cockhead to his entrance and settled onto me slowly
and surly, until I was balls deep in his ass.
	"I haven't been fucked in months Sarge.  I hope you're ready for a wild
ride."
	"Go for it Fudd."  He began to undulate on his haunches, fucking my tool in
and out of his ass.  He changed directions, supporting his weight with his
hands planted firmly on my chest.  He gripped both my nipples in his fists,
and began to speed up his cock dance.  In no time at all, he had us both
climbing Mount Everest.  Oxygen seemed to evaporate, and our breath came in
gasping struggles to fill our lungs.   Goose bumps prickled across both our
skins, as the edge of the precipice loomed.
	His first gush of steaming cum slashed across my face, and he whimpered.  I
grabbed his pulsing cock , and tried unsuccessfully aim the rest.  Only a
few splatters of his sweet treat found their way to my tongue.  I savored
them, and wanted more.
	I pushed him over and brought his legs up over my shoulders.  His ass was
mine, and I plunged my heated dick back into his depths.  He was moaning and
writhing under my thrusts, gripping my tortured nibs in his fists, sending
me flying over the chasm into oblivion.  My cock began pumping oil until I
felt I'd better pull out for safety's sake.  He was jerking his still
rampant cock, and I dropped onto his shaft and swallowed it like a sword.
He thrust his muscular hips forward and drove his shaft deep beyond all I
could recall, and emptied his contracting balls of their man seed.  I
swallowed and swallowed, savoring the sweet spunk of his nuts, until we both
fell sated onto the feather stuffed sleeping bags to sleep.
	We stayed three days, and fished not once.  We were too busy exploring each
other's bodies to think about fish.  Fudd and I have decided to declare
ourselves as soon as I can muster out of the Marines.  We talked about
getting a large duplex somewhere, maybe Richmond, and asking Jenny and
Sherri to share it with us.
	Jenny knew instantly, when Fudd and I got back to the house.  She hugged us
both for longer than was seemly, but then, we hugged her too long as well.
Sherri is still the girl I remember form high school.  She was in my grade,
and graduated with me.  Fudd, was a kid a grade below me, that somehow I'd
never noticed before.
	I knew who he was, because it's a small town, but I literally had never
taken the time to look at him once while I was going through my own torture
of growing up gay.  So much wasted time in the closet.  So many wrong paths
taken.

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