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The Father and Son Outing
By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber
Chapter #5
"Sure son," he said as he unzipped the door flap. "Come in. I was hoping you'd come talk to me before you went off to bed. Your mother and I had a rule between us. We vowed never to go to bed angry at each other. That way, we'd have a reason to talk it out and make up. The longer you stay mad, the harder it is to forgive and forget."
"I'm not really mad at you Dad, not anymore," I began. "I'm just confused, that's all. Once you popped out of the closet the way you did, a whole lot of things made sense while other things made no sense at all."
Well, maybe I can straighten some things out," he suggested. "Ask me anything, I promise I'll answer all your questions. This already has been very hard for me, but there's one thing you can count on for sure. I'll never lie to you."
"Well," I acknowledged. "How long have you known that you were gay?"
"Oh, since I was a lot younger than you are right now. I might even say that I've always known. In the beginning in elementary school, it was no big deal. Nobody cared that all my friends were boys. It seemed perfectly normal to me. Then things began to get more complicated as I got older. Everyone started to expect certain things from me, like dating girls and going to school dances and stuff. The thing was, I started pretending I was someone I wasn't. I did it to try and please others, and fit in with everybody else. There was no hiding it from your mother though. We spent several years dealing with it with moderate success. All of that is over now. I can't live that way any longer. It's time for me to move on with my life."
"So, you definitely knew before you got married then."
"Oh yes, I did, definitely!"
"Then, why did you do it in the first place, get married I mean?" I said accusingly.
"When I got to be about your age, I was growing up in the seventies and eighties, being gay was about the worst thing that could happen to a guy. It was like the plague. It was something you learned to hide from the entire world. If you ever did, or said anything that might make people even suspect that you were gay, your life would be over. You would get harassed endlessly during school and you would get beaten up after school. I even took up karate to defend myself, but it wasn't enough. When someone with a secret like mine got older, you could lose your job. Then at the end of the day, you might walk out to the parking lot and find that all four of your tires were slashed or you'd find the words `faggot' or `queer' spray painted on your car doors."
"How did you live through that? What did you do?"
"I did what I believed most gay guys did at that time. I found a girl, raised a family together and lived a life of unfulfilled dreams, denying the urges that tore me apart from the inside."
"So you don't really love me or Mom then?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" he said, raising his voice. Then he settled back down and continued. "Sorry Son. You do have a valid question there. I just didn't think I would ever have to defend such a question. I love you, period. You are my flesh and blood. Nothing is more important to me than you are. I love your mother too. She is a good, decent woman, the woman I chose to marry. She and I have a lot of history together."
"Then why get divorced?"
"Because living that life is like living a lie. It's just empty. It's no reflection on your mother. I care for her deeply. She's always been understanding with me and an excellent mother to you. She and I will always be close friends. That much we've always shared together. But coming home from work at the end of the day has been like coming home to my sister. I don't feel any romance. I don't feel sexually turned on. Living that kind of life is almost like being dead. I need something... I mean someone who can make me feel alive again, sexually anyway. Besides, your mother deserves to be happy too. Perhaps she'll find the right man that can provide her that spark which has been missing from our relationship for a very long time."
"So then," I inquired, "why did you wait so long to finally get divorced?"
"Timing!" he explained. "The time had to be right and your mother and I felt that now was the right time. To start with, you're not a kid anymore. You're going to turn sixteen next month and in two short years from now, you'll probably move out anyway and go to college or pursue a career. I think your mother and I raised you pretty well and we both agreed that you were old enough to be able to handle this difficult change. Also, I think I may have found someone and when it's your mom's turn to talk to you, you'll find out that she may have found someone as well."
"You're kidding," I protested. "This is all happening too fast."
"For you, perhaps," he hinted. "As for your mother and me, well not so much."
"You mean you've both been dating other people already?"
"Seeing other people," I clarified. "Now that the divorce is final, the real dating is about to begin."
"Who has Mom been `seeing'?" I interrogated.
"You'll have to ask her that question."
"Who have you been `seeing' then?" I asked since he owed me at least that much.
"You mean you haven't figured that one out yet?" he laughed.
"Not Wes's dad?" I stammered. "Mr. Hauser? Henry?"
"One and the same!" he confirmed. "Henry and I met at a support group for gay fathers and we've been dating, excuse me, I mean `seeing' each other for some time now with your mother's knowledge and consent. This whole weekend has been planned so you could meet Henry and Wesley all on your own, in a family friendly atmosphere with absolutely no pressure or preconceived notions that Wesley or his dad could be anything more than just a couple of new friends. You do like them though, don't you?"
"Well, yeah," I answered cautiously. "I like them. But I feel manipulated. You manipulated all of us Dad. That sucks!"
"No, Seth," he argued. "On the contrary, you and Wesley discovered each other all on your own. Then you became friends all on your own and you did it before you learned about the divorce."
"Yeah, but you knew they were going to be here," I pointed out. "You set me up! You set us both up!"
"Would you rather that I just forced us all together, cold turkey?"
"I don't know," I said. "You didn't even give us that chance. Don't you have any faith in us? Don't you have any faith in me?"
"I was afraid to take the risk," he said as he looked me square in the eyes. "This is very important to me Seth. I want to be happy. I want us to be happy. I want us to be a family. Henry and I have worked long and hard to bring this all together. It was difficult to get things even this far, but right now, this is all about you. I didn't want you to pretend to like Wes or Henry just because you felt pressured. This way, it was your own discovery and I know that your liking them is genuine. I want this to work. Do you understand that? Henry is a good man. He'll treat you like his own son and I'll treat Wesley likewise. You couldn't ask for a better brother either. You're my son and I want you to be as happy as I am. Henry and I have talked about this for some time now and we're determined to work through it, no matter what it takes. Now, all four of us are going to be staying here another day or so. Now that you know the score, see if it changes anything. If you have any reservations about becoming a family, give me a chance to discuss it with you first before you go making up your mind. Does that sound fair?"
I paused for a minute. I did like Wes. I liked him a lot. As far as Wes's dad was concerned, he seemed okay, though I didn't really know him all that well yet. I got the sneaking suspicion that I was going get to know him a lot better tomorrow. We were all getting along all right so far, but now it was like I was given added pressure to like and accept both of them. Then I remembered what Wes said about Dad needing me and being there for him. On the other hand... what about me? How about what I wanted? Then I stopped myself. This wasn't about me, even though Dad said it was. It was really about him. It didn't look like it was truly going to ruin my life the same way that other divorced families had. If I ended up doing a split custody thing, I would have Wes when I was at Dad's place and I would still have Mom and my friends in the old neighborhood when I was there. I figured I'd better give Dad my support for the time being and hold off any judgment for later.
"Okay Dad," I conceded.
"Good," Dad grinned. "I appreciate you trying. I truly hope that things work out for all of us because, frankly Seth," then he lowered his voice to a whisper, "I think that Henry just might be `The One'!"
My mind flashed back to earlier when I questioned if Wes might become my step brother. Then suddenly, all the sexual encounters that Wes and I had throughout the day all flashed in my head in a wicked stream of erotic images and I popped an inappropriate boner thinking that, for me, Wes might be `The One'.
"I think we're all going to be okay Dad!" I offered as I folded my hands over my tenting shorts.
Then I thought I saw a tear form at the corner of Dad's eye, but he turned away too quickly for me to tell for sure.
"Thanks, Son," he said as he tried to hide his tender emotions. "That means a lot to me!"
"No problem," I said. "Well, I'm going to head off to bed now."
"Okay Son," he said. "Good night!"
"Night Dad!"
I left Dad's tent and headed for my own secluded tent across the campsite. Again, the friction of my shorts rubbing against my pulsating boner caused me to quicken my pace so I could spring this most recent prisoner from the confines of my clothing. Now I understood why Wes wanted to go nude so much. For as many times as I've popped a boner today, wearing clothing was becoming an irritation.
I entered my own tent and felt totally alone for the first
time since Dad and I arrived. Wes and I
had planned to get together for some fun tonight but the way things turned out,
it didn't look like that was going to happen after all.
I wondered if Wes was kept as clueless about
all this as I was. As I sat quietly
alone, I reflected on the day's events and wondered how this was all going to
work out. I was missing Wes and really
needed someone to talk to. It had gotten
dark and quiet in my tent and as I lay there alone, I quickly fell back into my
old habits and started acting out of self pity as I so often did.
I reached into my suitcase and fished out my
portable
"You don't have to jack off all by yourself you know," the voice said.
"Who said I was jacking off?" I whispered back.
"Come on, Seth," Wes said as I began to recognize his voice. "The light from your device is casting a shadow on the walls of your tent for all to see. I think it's pretty hot though. The long shadows make your cock look like its twelve inches long, not to mention whatever that thing is you're holding. I've got a boner already just watching the wall of your tent from out here."
Even though Wes and I had been naked and fairly intimate
with each other throughout the day, I was still mortified that I had been
caught. I flipped closed the hinged
screen on my
"Why are you starting without me?" Wes asked as he hunched over to enter my tent.
"After everything that happened today, I didn't think you were going to come anymore," I said.
"Oh, I think we'll both be cuming all right," Wes joked, "Perhaps all night long."
Wes sat down and laid a small, black plastic bag down next to him.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
"A few little goodies we might need later," Wes said elusively.
"Oh, okay," I said, letting it go for now. "Does your dad know you're here?"
"No, he thinks I'm in my tent, asleep," Wes said.
"Good," I said. "I wouldn't want him coming here, looking for you."
"When I passed his tent, he was snoring up a storm," Wes said. "I guess he was so wiped out from all his extra activity with your dad that he just crashed."
"Here," I offered Wes. "Come get comfortable next to me."
I set my
"Did you have any clue that we were being set up this weekend?" I softly asked Wes.
"Nope," he said. "Of course, now that we know what's going on, it all kind of makes sense. Dad has been pretty happy and mellow at home lately and smiling all the time. I should have figured it out sooner. He's been walking around with a kind of glow. You know... the kind of glow you get from being in love. I think he's really into your dad, big time!"
"Yeah, my dad said that your dad might be `the one'," I confided.
"Well, I'm excited," Wes beamed. "I like your dad. I think he's pretty cool. You're gonna love my dad too. I think both our dads are a lot alike. Now that they're going to hook up together, maybe we'll get to visit more naturist camps."
Wes reached across to me and started exploring my body, slowly caressing my arms and legs. It felt incredible, but it made it hard for me to concentrate on what he was saying.
"One of my favorite things to do there is body painting," Wes continued. "I would love to be able to paint your body, Seth. I've gotten to be pretty good at it too. I already know exactly what I'm going to paint on you. It'll look so hot and sexy on this hot bod of yours that everywhere you go, you'll be making all the guys pop boners left and right!"
"I don't know if I could handle that much attention," I said.
"Oh, really?" Wes grinned. "How about if I give you a little bit more attention right now?"
As we lay across from each other, face to face, Wes ceased his roaming hands and gently took my soft cock into both of his soft hands. He sweetly rolled it around in his palms until he coaxed it into a solid state of erection. It didn't take much. Wes had me so mesmerized that my soft cock effortlessly came to life in a most pleasing and enjoyable way. As I reached across to Wes to demonstrate my arousal, he was already rock hard and dripping at the tip.
"What would you paint?" I asked out of the blue, demonstrating to Wes that, as hard as it was to concentrate on what he was saying, I in fact was making a point to pay attention.
"Hmm? What?" Wes asked with a bit of confusion, almost forgetting what it was that he was talking about.
"You said you knew exactly what you'd paint on my body at the naturist resort, but you never said what it was that was going to make all the guys go crazy."
"Oh that," Wes recalled. "A shimmering white and blue unicorn and the horn would be your dick. Of course, for the full effect, you'd have stay boned all day. That would be the `hard part'!" He snickered.
"Then I'll have to make it your job to follow me around and keep licking my horn," I said, raising my eyebrows.
"No problem," Wes stated. "I'd be all over that. I'd love to keep you `horny' all day!"
I snickered again. "With you at my side, it sure wouldn't take much."
"What were you watching in your
"Just... a show," I said, not knowing if I was really ready to reveal my secret passion just yet.
"Porno?" he asked.
"Yeah," I confessed now that he had guessed so easily. "My friend's brother gets them for us."
"Let's watch it," Wes said directly. "If it gets you boned, it'll get me boned too. It'll be fun for us to do together. Is it long?"
"Are you asking about the actor's dicks or the length of the movie?" I asked teasingly. "Cause, if you're asking about the dicks, their freakishly large. I'm not sure how long the actual porno running time is. Usually, I just watch them until they make me pop."
"Talking about freakishly large, when I was watching you jacking from outside, the enormous shadow from the light made it look like you had this massive dick and you were holding some strange object in your hand."
"Well..." I paused.
"Well what?" he asked.
"Well, I was kind of... here, look," I said as I felt I had just confessed the last of all my secrets away. "I was using this."
I fished around behind me and pulled out the Fleshjack I had stashed away when Wes had caught me jacking. I demonstrated to Wes how it worked without actually slipping my dick into it since I'd gone soft as we talked.
His eyes widened and said, "Dude, what's that thing called and where did you get it? It kind of looks like a coke can."
"It's called a `Fleshjack Soda' and I got it from my friend, Ruben," I said, confessing all.
"Oh." Wes said and then fell silent. His light hearted humor turned suddenly dark and sullen.
"What?" I asked, sensing his extreme mood swing.
"Are you and Ruben... `boyfriends'?" he asked with a degree of poutiness.
"No! Definitely not!" I said as adamantly as possible. "We're just jack-off buddies, that's all. I'm pretty sure he's not gay. We mostly watch straight porno when we jack off. He does get gay ones sometimes and he lets me keep those when we're finished watching them. We just jack off. We've never even kissed or anything else like that."
"Oh, that's good," Wes said with a more upbeat and positive tone. He was silent a moment and then added, "I think you're saying his name wrong."
"What're you talking about?" I wondered. "I pronounce it just like he does."
"Well, from what you just described, I think it should be pronounced `Rubbin' instead of Ruben."
"Oh my god," I sighed. "More lame jokes."
He snickered in personal satisfaction of his lame wit. "So, fire up the movie and let's test this bad boy out!"
"Okay, if you want to," I said with a bit of reservation.
I started up the
"I have to confess, I've never had as much fun all in one day like I've had with you today," Wes sweetly confided as we gently played with each other's dicks. We kept alternating, using the Fleshjack on each other while we watched the carpet layers get laid. "I hope things work out for our dads. I've always wanted a brother. Someone I could be best friends with and do everything together with. Someone I can tell anything to and share my deepest, darkest secrets with. Someone I could have adventures with and do fun things with. Someone I could be horny with and play with under the covers when it's late at night. Someone I could feel safe with when I'm scared and vulnerable so he could hold me in his strong, yet loving arms. Someone I could stroke anytime without feeling weird about it. You fit the bill perfectly Seth Morgan."
"I feel pretty much the same way about you Wesley Hauser," I said with great sincerity. "You would make such a bomb little bro too. You're so sexy and attractive, and I'm not just saying that because we're stroking each other here."
"There's one problem, though," Wes said, sounding serious all of a sudden.
"What's that?" I asked a bit nervous.
"How will we figure out which one is the big brother? I'm younger than you, but I'm also bigger."
"Barely. Remember, it was you who said, size is `no biggie'." We chuckled.
He pulled the Fleshjack off my dick and pulled me onto my side. He held our dicks against each other in his hands and visually measured them. Sure enough, Wes was a good inch bigger than me.
"Okay, you won," I conceded.
"You know what else," he added. "I could still grow some more."
I didn't know how I felt about that. I was okay with Wes being an inch bigger than me, but if he were to still grow some more, well... wow! On the other hand, there was no reason why I might not grow a little more myself. That thought helped ease my anxiety.
Once Wes finished admiring his God given size, he released our cocks just as the three ridiculously endowed porn stars splattered their massive cumshots on each other's faces. It kind of reminded me of watching our dads earlier. Their shower scene replayed in my head as I pushed the Fleshjack away and reached out to gently touch Wes. He did the same and we just caressed each other. Our arms and legs gently embraced and joined together as the hairs on our bodies stood on end.
The intimate tingles and heart palpitations that was growing between Wes and I was so far beyond the stimulation that the porno was able to offer us, I turned it off and set it aside in favor of the real life porno that was unfolding within my reach.
Our gushing emotions were pouring out of us as we lay across from each other, face to face. As we lovingly fondled each other in this slow and tender fashion, it bonded us together even closer than we'd already been. We weren't trying to get each other off at this point. We were just expressing ourselves in a way that was very personal and intimate and I was beginning to feel like I'd do pretty much anything to make this moment last forever.
Wes then cradled my head and slowly pulled me into a soft, loving caress. His eyes fluttered shut as our lips touched. Then he rolled over on top of me until he was sitting on my waist with our two cocks resting against each other. He put both our cocks in his hands at once and continued to fondle us together. The wicked sensation of our opposing frenulum being rubbed together caused our erect cocks to twitch and swell beyond normal. Our innocent foreplay quickly escalated into some serious hardcore passion. I put my hands behind my head and let Wes continue to handle my rigid pulsing cock that was pressed against his own.
Once Wes knew I was good and aroused, he crawled down my body and spread my legs apart so he could kneel between them. He got into position and drew my throbbing boner into his mouth. My entire body came to life as he rubbed his hands up and down my chest and belly while he sucked me intently. It didn't seem to matter what Wes did. His very touch seemed to ooze with sex appeal. Then his next move took me totally by surprise. He crawled back upon my waist again, but this time he pulled forward a bit to reach behind himself. Wes was about to take me into new territory. He took my slippery, spit covered cock and tried to align it with his small tightly clenched opening. He got it to where he could feel my cockhead press into his rosebud and attempted to lower his body onto it. I felt my cockhead begin to slip into Wes's forbidden void. I hit a resistance along the way as Wes misjudged the angle of penetration, making my cock pop out. Wes's body then dropped onto my pelvic bone, having missed the mark entirely. My first instinct was to assist Wes and help him get my throbbing member into his elusive back entrance but my heart was racing so fast from the imminent thrill of experiencing my first fuck that my body fell into a state of motionless captivity. I was hopelessly under Wes's hypnotic control-- body, mind and soul.
He rose up again and made another attempt at impaling himself, this time with more success. I felt my cock slide into his warm inviting haven as Wes stopped about halfway in. I almost shot my load right then. I tightened my legs together in an effort to get more of myself inside his sensuous cavern.
As I looked into Wes's face, through the darkness, I could discern that my actions were causing him a small degree of pain. I relaxed my posture as to not exceed Wes's limits and enjoyed the fact that I was even this far in. Then, at his own pace, he slowly lowered himself down some more until all his weight was resting on my hips. My cock was now inside of my friend as deep as it was going to get. After sitting still for a minute or so to adjust to my size, he began moving his body up and down upon my engorged extremity. Once he got a rhythm going, I could tell he was having difficulties maintaining such an awkward position. The feeling was so intense that I didn't want him to stop anytime soon. I finally regained command of my faculties and reached out to assist him. I slid both hands under Wes's bubble butt and helped to lift him up and down over my rigid pole.
"Okay, now you can start pushing in all you want," Wes said. "It's starting to feel real good."
I acknowledged by raising Wes up about five inches above my body and held him suspended there. Then I began to raise my hips up off the ground, giving myself enough room to maneuver. In a matter of moments, I discovered that I was outright fucking his ass. Even though I'd never done anything like this before, I found it was almost instinctual. Wes's cock was slapping against my stomach as our bodies bumped together and he started grunting from the animalistic pleasure I was dishing out. I was completely unaware that I too was grunting in ecstasy until our voices joined together in unison. Suddenly, a rush of electricity coursed through me and the sensation of an oncoming orgasm began to build up deep within the core of my balls in a way that I'd never experienced before. I definitely didn't want to cum yet, I wanted this to last a whole lot longer. Wes became concerned when I slowed to a stop and held him by his waist to prevent him from moving.
"What's wrong?" Wes asked. "Are you getting tired?"
"I'm getting too close," I said. "It feels too good Wes. I need to stop for a minute. I'm not ready to have it be over with so soon."
Do you want to switch places?" Wes suggested. "Like we saw our dads do in the showers?"
My heart skipped a beat again and my cock twitched inside Wes's bowels. I knew we had somewhat planned to do what we saw our dads do and flip flop each other. I suppose I was expecting this, but somehow I didn't feel ready. I thought about it a moment and realized that I would probably never truly feel ready. I didn't want to hurt Wes's feelings, but I was having second thoughts about it and needed to let Wes know how I felt.
"I'm not sure about taking it up the butt," I confessed. "The whole idea seems a little scary."
"I feel you on that," Wes said. "It is scary, especially the first time."
"I'm glad you understand," I said with relief.
"I do understand, but you'll be missing out on a totally great experience," Wes said.
"Well... it's just that... I'm not sure I'd like it."
"Aw, c'mon," Wes encouraged. "Your dad took it from my dad and he seemed to like it pretty good! Once you try it, it might help you to understand your dad better."
"Yeah, I guess if my dad can take it up the ass like a man, then so can I," I said with renewed confidence. "Go ahead then, give it to me!"
As Wes rolled off me, my cock popped out of his rear, still as hard as granite stone. We switched places and Wes took my spot across the sleeping bag on the floor. I spread Wes's legs and crawled up between them to prepare his cock for insertion. I leaned in to suck on his cock and got him hard and ready in an instant. Wes was excited to be teaching me about the glorious pleasures that can only come from stimulating your partner from deep within. Once I got him as hard as he was going to get, I coated his cock with as much extra saliva as I could to make things as slick as possible. Then, just as Wes had done to me, I moved up to Wes's hips and straddled his body. I reached behind and took his slippery cock in my right hand with the intention of slipping it into me. As I held his cock in my hand, just inches away from my own private rear door, my earlier expectations shattered. Getting what seemed like an enormous monster cock inside me suddenly became unrealistic. I feared that there was no way for his huge cock to fit inside my tight virgin hole. Before I knew it, my delay caused Wes to reach down to get things started on his own. In a flash, Wes pushed himself about a quarter of the way into my ass and I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Holy crap!" I snapped. "This is never going to work!"
I put both hands on his hips and lifted myself off of Wes's monstrous dick. I felt an immediate sense of relief as my hole snapped shut.
"I wish I had some lube with me," Wes moaned. "That would make all the difference in the world."
"I've got some," I remembered. "I should have known better than to try doing this without it. I guess I wasn't thinking. I'll get it."
I fished around outside my suitcase where I had last dropped a couple packets of `Wet' samples. As I found one, I also came across my favorite cockring lying nearby. I was about to put it on just before Wes arrived.
"What's this?" he asked as he took it from me and waved it in front of my face.
"A cockring," I answered flatly. There was little left to account for that I had been keeping secret from almost everyone. "It helps a guy stay extra hard. It helps me if I've cum already and want to do another round right away."
He snickered, "So, you use it a lot, then."
It was my turn to snicker. "Yeah, pretty much.
But right now, you're the one who's going to use it."
Wes didn't even flinch. He maneuvered it over his dick and balls as if he had used cockrings all his life. Then he lubed up his bulging dick and applied a bit to my back door as well.
The second time went a lot smoother even though I still thought my head was going to explode as my rear orifice got stretched farther than it had ever been stretched before.
"Are you okay?" Wes asked.
"Yeah, just don't move for a minute!" I said with shallow breath.
I placed both of my hands on Wes's chest in an effort to keep him or me from moving.
"Okay, in a moment you'll get used to it and then I'll go in a little more," Wes explained. "Just relax your muscles and allow yourself to adjust to my size."
I did what Wes suggested and relaxed until my breathing returned to normal. Wes sensed that I was ready to proceed again and slid his cock in some more, now reaching the halfway point. Again, my body clenched and my breathing became shallow.
"Relax... breathe," Wes instructed as if he were a birthing coach at my side.
A moment later, though I may not have been mentally ready, Wes slipped his cock the rest of the way in me.
"Oh Fuck," I gasped.
Now that Wes was all the way in me, I rested my body down on his hips and sat upright again, shifting my weight off his chest and onto his throbbing cock. As I did so, I felt the most intense and erotic pressure emanate from deep within me.
"When you're ready, start moving," Wes said. "Slow at first!"
When I felt that I had waited long enough, I began impaling myself onto Wes's staff. I felt like a bowling ball had been stuffed up my butt. I was still feeling very tight from Wes's massive intrusion and a great deal of grunting started coming out of me unintentionally. The balance of sensations between the elusive sense of pleasure and a blaring sense of pain became intriguing as I began to increase my speed. The pain soon gave way to moderate discomfort and even that yielded to a relaxed sense of fullness. Just as I had done with Wes, he did with me. He lifted me up and started to pump his plump prick into me with an ever quickening pace as I allowed him to outright fuck me.
As I started to get into it with Wes, the pleasure began to escalate. My involuntary groaning shifted from being driven by my fading pain, to being fueled by my skyrocketing pleasure. My cock was making a thumping sound every time it slapped down onto Wes's bellybutton. I thought for a moment that I heard a close rustling of leaves come from just outside. Wes heard it too as we both fell silent. Even so, we continued on, barely missing a beat as our heightened senses went into overdrive. I heard an indistinguishable sound that briefly stuck in the back of my mind. Then, I swore I heard another sound, but I ignored that one too. I was far too deep into the erotic experience to care. The thrill of getting caught was actually very exciting and caused my balls to jump as my oncoming orgasm started to make it's return and started climbing up from deep inside my ass where Wes's cock was summoning my climactic juices. Again, I didn't want to cum yet so I lowered my body down onto Wes's hips, essentially halting our movements.
"Getting too close again?" Wes whispered.
"Yeah, exactly," I whispered back.
"Did you hear something outside a minute ago?" Wes continued to whisper.
"Yeah, I did," I quietly answered. "Did it scare you?"
"No, I'm kind of used to it," Wes said. "There are a lot of campers here this weekend. I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm sure a half dozen other campers are fucking their brains out in their tents at this very moment, just like us. Maybe we were hearing one of them?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," I agreed. "It was probably a flipping squirrel or something doing it out there. So then, let's follow nature's example and finish ourselves off, kind of like our dads did. My balls are aching to cum."
"Mine too," Wes quietly whispered. "Let's do it!"
I climbed off of Wes's body and we sat across from each other, face to face. We crossed our legs and sat Indian style on top of my sleeping bag and moved closer to each other until our knees were touching. Then we began our unspoken pop-off contest, stroking ourselves in a wicked race to cum first. Other than voicing some mild groaning earlier, Wes showed little evidence that he was close to a pop-off. Since my balls were aching and I had come so close to the edge, two separate times already, I felt that I would be the one to win the race and cum first. Then I realized that it would be even more sexually exciting to actually challenge Wes to a `cum contest'.
"I bet I can cum first," I dared Wes. "I'll race you."
"You're on!" Wes accepted. "The loser has to eat all the winner's spoils."
"Deal," I confirmed without a shred of hesitation.
We both grasped our cocks even more tightly than before and began implementing our own tried and true methods of making ourselves cum. I watched Wes contort his face and grit his teeth as he showed his determination to win. My eyes had completely adjusted to the dim light of the moon that was filtering through the nylon-like material of the tent, casting a blue hue over everything inside. The ache in my balls returned once more, but instead of it helping me to climax quickly, it formed a barrier. I had to find a way to coax it past that barrier if I was going to beat Wes. All the usual tricks I learned to use that had always worked for me in the past were doing nothing to push my orgasm beyond this unusual hurdle. It occurred to me that a change of strategy was needed. I slowed my pace down to a stop and felt my semen flow into my ejaculating chamber deep inside my body.
"Why are you stopping?" Wes asked. "I didn't see you cum."
"I didn't cum, not yet," I advised him. "Watch out though, I'm getting hot!"
I was getting highly turned on by my own words of warning to Wes. I drew three of my fingers together and began to trace the ridge around my glans and frenulum in a twisting motion. I immediately felt my cock head grow and swell as it bulged out beyond normal. As I slowed even more, I felt that elusive pressure build up behind my swollen balls like an archer pulling back his bow just before letting go and shooting his arrow straight and true. This was it. I began to pass the point of no return.
"I'm cuming now!" I announced.
"So am I!" Wes declared to my surprise.
I tried to focus my eyes on both our cocks simultaneously to see who was going to take the first shot. I oozed a little pre-cum before firing off my first shot. It flew over my crossed legs and nailed Wes's jacking hand just as he launched his first shot, coming to rest on my left calf. There was no way to tell who got their initial shot off first. Wes and I continued to send wave upon wave of our precious hot boy cream at each other until both our balls had drained themselves of every last drop.
"I don't know who won," Wes confessed. "Could you tell?"
"Like in horseracing, I think it was a photo finish!" I remarked. "What do we do?"
"We both dig in!" Wes decided.
He used two fingers to collect the semen that he knew for certain had came from me and drew it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. I followed his lead and collected Wes's prize that had landed on my calf. I held it to my face and then froze. Wes watched me as I hesitated. I couldn't refuse to take my taste now, Wes had already licked mine and I knew I had no choice if I didn't want to hurt Wes's feelings. Reluctantly, I stuck out my tongue. As I did, I got a whiff of it just as it touched the tip of my tongue. I recoiled for a moment and then immediately felt like I was going back on my word. I quickly re-doubled my effort, closed my eyes and consumed the sample. Initially, it tasted foreign with a salty kick to it. Then, as it got assimilated in my mouth, a kind of sweetness took over that wasn't all that objectionable. I opened my eyes and watched Wes take another sample, this time from somewhere that he knew came from his own body. I did the same, gathering a sample of my own creation and tasted a distinct difference. Mine was a little stronger and not as sweet, but still far from unpleasant. We kept going back for more like a dinner buffet until we had both gotten our fill. By the time we were done, we had nearly eaten ourselves clean. Then, as if that wasn't enough, Wes leaned in and combined our meal between us with a kiss, mixing the contents of our mouths with our tongues, sharing ourselves in the most intimate way possible.
We were feeling comfortably tired and intimately satisfied. We both wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep in each other's arms and dream of many more carefree days like this one.
"I'm starting to get really sleepy," Wes said.
"So am I," I said. "Let's get comfortable."
"I'd love to, but I can't stay," Wes said as he slipped off my cockring from his softening dick.
"Why not?"
"Because no one knows I'm here," Wes explained. "My dad is going to come looking for me early in the morning and I'd better be in my own tent or I'll be in big trouble."
"Okay," I said. "I sure wish you could stay though, but I understand."
Wes dug back into his little plastic bag and pulled out a travel size package of Clorox sanitizing wipes and a bottle of Purell hand sanitizer. He handed me one of the Clorox wipes and took one for himself. Then the two of us began to clean up the remaining cum we'd created. Wes cleaned my cockring off with one of the sanitizing wipes and then handed it back to me. I tossed my cockring behind me and thought about how hot it would be to wear the very same cockring that hugged Wes's cock when we both popped off just now. I used some more of his Purell to clean up and could hardly touch myself from being so fired up. I worked it into my swollen cock to clean off the nastiness and mask the smell. Then, Wes slipped on the clothes he came in with and started to leave.
"I'll see you in the morning," Wes said and then added, "I love you!"
His last statement caught me by surprise and before I could reciprocate the sentiment, he was gone. In a flash, I was alone again. My mind was racing as I began to relive Wes's visit. My memory was on fire with the experience of both giving and receiving my first fuck. Then with Wes dropping his bombshell, saying he loved me, I suddenly felt his absence. Being alone became so profoundly painful that I felt like I had gotten sucked into a black hole. I was so alone that the silence became defining and I started to hear my own heartbeat pound away in my ears. It suddenly got cold and I put my clothes back on and climbed inside my sleeping bag. I stayed awake with my dick in my hand, thinking and contemplating my life for what seemed like hours until sleep finally took me.
End of Chapter #5
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