Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 01:12:06 -0400
From: No Name <ghettorod@hotmail.com>
Subject: Drive In Movie Encounter: Part Three

Well, things seem to be coming along.  I want to thank those who have been
kind enough to email me their very positive comments.  There are two more
parts, counting this part dealing with the last few weeks of high school.
Part One and Two happened just as written.  The first chapter of Part Three
is also true.  After that, I have taken some liberties.  The stories from
now on will be 'semi-factual', meaning the sex pretty much happened as
indicated, but I have added a little fantasizing here and there. These
events happened in the mid 1950's, so memories fade after a time.  I wanted
to try to get SOME of them down before they degrade too much.  Remember,
STD's were not a problem then, so the sex is unprotected in these first few
stories.  I just want to say that I practice SAFE SEX now, and have for
years. I encourage all of you to do the same.  I have very few partners and
we are very familiar with each other's habits.

Anyway, as I'm sure you have guessed after reading Parts One and Two (unless
you're one of those who read the ENDING of a book first), that this is a
continuation of the true events that began over the last school break of my
senior year.  Parts Three and Four will cover the last eight weeks of high
school.  It contains detailed descriptions of sex between young men of
varying ages. If this offends you, please do not read it.  Otherwise, I hope
you enjoy it.

Drive In Movie Encounter: Part Three
Chapter One;

I woke up Monday morning with a very big hard on and very pleasant memories.
Even the fact that vacation was over and school resumed today couldn't dim
the great mood I was in.  I hurried thru breakfast and drove to school,
hoping to see Paul before class.  I was anxious to see how he felt about the
events of Saturday night and Sunday morning.  We had stopped at the local
Denny's to eat breakfast after the night of ground-breaking sex the night
before.  We talked about our immediate feelings, but then had parted and
gone to our respective homes.  We hadn't had a chance to talk the rest of
the day.  Now that over 24 hours had passed, I was curious to see if things
were any different.

Paul was nowhere in sight when I arrived at school.  The place was a
madhouse, with students rushing around as if they had forgotten where their
lockers or classrooms were.  I headed on into the main building and quickly
stopped by my locker to pick up the books and stuff I needed for my first
few classes.  There was a note from Paul that had been pushed thru the vents
in the locker door.  It said to meet him at lunch.  "Oh boy", I thought,
"That sounds bad.  Maybe he's having second thoughts".  I caught sight of
Paul just as he walked into his first class, but he was too far away to hear
me yell, and besides, the warning bell rang and I had to hurry to my class.
I spent the morning becoming more and more paranoid.  I didn't hear much of
the lecture in 1st period History.  2nd period Math was a disaster.  How was
I supposed to concentrate on complex Calculus problems, when my mind was on
what was coming at lunch! Things didn't get any better 3rd period either! I
almost blew up the Chemistry lab, along with several amused classmates.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling time for lunch.  I hurried to the
cafeteria, expecting the worst.  I quickly rushed thru the line grabbing
food without paying much attention to what I was picking up.  I caught sight
of Paul at one of the far tables.  He saw me and waived for me to come over.
  He was alone at the table and moved over for me to sit next to him on the
bench.  We were strangely quiet, and almost shy.  Finally Paul said "Are you
on some wierd diet or somthing"?  "What"?, I stuttered, then I looked down
at my tray.  I had four different vegetables, including spinach(which I
cannot stand), no meat of any kind, and some kind of mixture that resembled
red, green, and yellow grass!  "I wasn't real hungry", I muttered, wondering
if I had enough change to get something from the junk food bar.  At least I
had picked up a glass of milk. "I got your note. What's up"?  "Here it
comes", I thought, "He's going to say Saturday was a mistake and that maybe
we shouldn't hang out together".

Instead, Paul actually blushed!  I mean RED face! Even his ears looked like
a couple of stop lights!  "Well, my dick, for one thing" he whispered.  I
had just taken a big gulp of milk and almost choked on it.  I started
coughing and gasping for breath. Milk came out my nose.  Students at several
nearby tables looked over and started laughing at my predicament.  I finally
got everything under control and whispered in a raspy voice "Are you crazy
man?  THAT was what your note was about"?  "Yeah, what did you THINK it was
about"?  Paul said, handing me a napkin to try and wipe up some of the mess
I'd made.  "Shit! I thought you were mad at me about the other night!  I
thought you were going to tell me off".  "Why in Hell would I do that?  I
haven't stopped thinking about it for a minute.  I must have jacked off a
dozen times yesterday. I wanted to jack off this morning, too, but I was
afraid my dick would fall off if I yanked on it again".

Damn!  I had gone thru half a day worrying about nothing!  What a relief.
"Can we get together after school and do it again"?  Paul asked, grinning.
I felt my dick rising to the thought, making it very uncomfortable in my
crotch.  Before I could answer, I felt a blow on my back that almost knocked
me off the bench.  "Hiya, guys. What's up"?  It was Jack with the heavy
hand, and Brian.  Paul and I looked at each other and started laughing. If
ONLY they knew exactly WHAT was up!  "What the shit's so funny"? Jack asked.
   "Oh, nuthin'.  What about you guys?  What happened Saturday night"? I
said to change the subject.  "You guys really missed it!  You should have
been there", Jack bragged as he and Brian sat down with their trays on the
bench opposite Paul and me.

For the rest of lunch, we listened to Jack's description of the weekend's
action.  If, for one minute I didn't know he was full of crap, Sodom and
Gomorrah would have seemed like Disneyland!  Man he really laid it on thick.
  Brian sat quietly thru all this, rolling his eyes occasionally.  "Yeah?
Really?  Wow!  You guys must be SOME kind of Romeos" I quipped.  Jack took
my wiseass remarks seriously and launched into even more sordid details.  I
saw the corners of Brian's mouth turn up slightly as he tried to keep from
laughing out loud.  Now folks.....I know there are some football players who
are also academic standouts.  Unfortunately, Jack was not one of them. All I
could think was  "All those muscles! Too bad the one between your ears has
died from lack of use"!  "Shit, man, me and Brian ought to open up a 'Stud
For Hire' Service!  We could probably pay for college with that"!  "Yep", I
thought, "Don't give up your day job in the meantime. You better hope you
get a football scholarship somewhere, my friend".

Lunch was just about over.  Brian and Jack got up to leave.  "See you guys
later", Brian said as they headed out.  We only had a few minutes left and
Paul whispered, "How 'bout it?  Can we do it after school?  I really would
like to taste your dick again".  I thought about it and then had an idea.
"You know where that hole in the fence is behind the Auto Shop"?  "Yeah",
Paul answered.  I said "There's a path that leads back into the woods to a
couple of clearings.  I heard guys go back there to have a smoke and
bullshit during classes sometimes.  I hear it's cool.  It's real private and
you can hear anybody coming up the trail before they get near".  "Sounds
good.  I'll meet you there right after final bell. I just gotta drop by my
locker first", Paul said.

The rest of the day went by better than the morning had, but now I was just
as antsy, for a different reason.  Visions of Paul's hard cock kept going
thru my mind.  I could almost feel it throbbing in my mouth.  The clock on
the wall last period seemed to be moving in slow motion.  My dick had been
hard for an hour and I was tempted to slip into the restroom and jack off.
I resisted though, since I wanted to save it for Paul.  We had a meeting
with our Civil Air Patrol squadron every Monday night, but that wasn't til
7:00.  We would have enough time !

Finally, the bell rang and I rushed to my locker to drop off my books and to
take out a small cloth rag and a bottle of cologne I keep there for
emergencies.  I went in the nearest restroom and , after making sure I was
alone, stepped up to one of the sinks.  I quickly unzipped my jeans and
pulled them along with my briefs down to my knees.  I soaped up the rag from
the dispenser and washed my whole groin area thoroughly. No, I'm not a
'Clean Freak', I just don't like the smell of unwashed bodies.  I also do
not sniff dirty jock straps.  Drying off, I splashed a little of the cologne
into my hands and rubbed them over my groin.  I zipped up and returned the
rag and cloth to my locker, then headed for the Auto Shop.

I looked around carefully to make sure the coast was clear.  Both the rear
doors of the shop were down and the lights inside were off.  I ran the short
distance to the fence, slipped thru and moved into the  brush.  Walking down
the path I saw evidence that the place was used by others; a few drink cans,
some cigarette butts, several opened foil condom wrappers, and what appeared
to be the remnants of a pair of very frilly underware.  Paul was nowhere in
sight, so I walked further into the concealing woods.  Just as I was
beginning to wonder if I was early, I heard my name called from off to the
right.  I turned off the path and forced my way thru some thick bushes into
a small clearing about ten feet across.  "Over here, by the tree", came
Paul's voice.  There was a hugh oak tree with branches hanging down almost
to the ground. I could barely make out Paul standing under the tent-like
cover...perfect!

As I moved thru the covering branches, I could see the front of his pants
was tented out.  My own cock began rapidly hardening as we moved into an
embrace and our open mouths joined, our arms holding  each other.
"Mmmmmmmmm", I moaned as I felt Paul's tongue enter my mouth and begin
exploring every nook and cranny.  I sucked on it and answered with my own
tongue dueling with his.  Paul pulled his hot lips away from mine and
whispered "Damn, I thought school was never going to end.  I've been hard
for hours thinking about getting into your pants".  "I couldn't wait
either", I said, but we have to make it quick, as much as I hate to.  We
should just about have time to get home, change, and get to the meeting".

  I unzipped Paul's pants and pulled them down below his knees.  I could see
the wet spot his pre-cum had made on the front of his briefs.  I ran my
thumb over the spot and then covered the outline of his dick with my hand.
Paul followed my lead, unzipping me and reaching inside for my raging hard
on.  We began stroking each other's member thru the cloth covering. I
started to kneel down and start sucking him thru his briefs, but Paul
stopped me.  When I glanced up to ask why, he said "Oh no you don't! Not
this time. You got me off first Saturday night. Now it's payback time"!  As
he unbuckled my belt and started pulling down my jeans and briefs, I was
slightly surprised by such forcefullnes from him.  Paul had always been the
quiet, layed-back type who tended to let others take the lead. Wow! Could
this be the Paul I know? I asked, amused, "What's with you all of a sudden"?
  Paul had my jeans and briefs down to my ankles by now and my cock was
pointing straight at him, just inches from his mouth.

Paul looked up and grinned.  "You opened a whole new world for me this
weekend. Now I've seen what I want.  No more little quiet mouse for me from
now on.  I feel more confident and just like myself more. Now hush and let
me work on this, time's wasting"!  With that, he grabbed the base of my
wildly throbbing dick with one hand, and as his mouth swallowed me whole,
his other hand went to my ass and I felt his finger searching for the
rosebud.  The feel of his hot mouth took my breath away. I leaned back
against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes to enjoy this exciting new
side of my buddy.

His wet finger on my ass found it's target.  I was pretty loose due to the
intense action going on in front, so the finger slid in all the way without
any pain.  Man, I was a goner. This kid was not going to show any mercy.
>From the unintelligible sounds coming from my mouth and the gyrations of my
body, he had me...and he KNEW it!  "Oh Paul, do it to me!  I'm not going to
last long.  I can't hold back much longer"!  I unconsciously began moving my
hips back and forth.  When my dick would bottom out in his mouth, his finger
pulled almost out of my ass.  Then, I would jam my ass back on that finger,
pulling all but the head of my dick out of his mouth.

"Ahhhhh.......Yes......Yes.......Yes......just a little more......just a
little......mmmmore.....Oh.....I'm close...I'm close.....Yes.....you're
gonna do it!  Youre gonna make me cummmm"!  I was unable to control my body
any longer. The cum started boiling in my balls and my dick grew even
harder.  "That's it....you got it....you got it......Unnngh....I'm
cumming.....Unngh......Unngh"!  Spurt after spurt blasted out of my dick
into Paul's waiting mouth.  After four or five powerful spurts, a stead
stream of cum poured out.  Paul didn't miss a drop and held my cock in his
mouth until I began to soften.  It plopped out of his mouth with a loud
slurpy sound, still slick with his saliva.

Paul quickly stood up and fastened his mouth to mine, letting me taste my
cum on his tongue.  Breaking the kiss, I dropped to my knees, taking his
soaked briefs down to join his pants around his ankles.  "I'm almost ready
to cum without you even touching me, Drew. Don't hold back, just take me and
get me off", he rasped.  I could tell he wasn't kidding, so I didn't play
around.  I quickly wet my finger with gobs of his pre-cum, then moved it to
his ass and jammed it in to the hilt.  Paul's eyes popped wide open and his
mouth opened in a silent scream.  I didn't give him time to think and
swooped down on that beautiful cock until my nose was buried in his pubic
hair. As expected, he smelled of soap, with a slight hint of left-over
chlorine.

"Jeeeesus", Paul finally gasped. "What are you doing?  I'm going to pop a
load any second"!  I was too buisy to answer and just increased the speed of
my mouth and finger.  I could feel him raise up on his toes and his dick
started jerking.  "Ghaaaaaaaa.....gonna cum.....gonna cum......do it...do
it"! I moved my mouth in a circle, causing his dick to feel it from all
angles.  When I felt his dick swell and his breath catch, I knew he was a
goner.  I jammed my finger in his ass as far as I could, rubbed 'the spot',
and that did it!  My mouth was flooded by a torrent of cum which I swallowed
repeatedly until his dick finally started wilting in my mouth.

I stood up and kissed Paul, giving him the taste of his cum as he had done
for me.  The kiss lasted several minutes.  Our hands stroked our soft, but
satisfied dicks.  We suddenly realized we were standing there bareass with
our pants and underwear around our ankles. We had tried to be as quiet as we
could, but there was always the possibility someone might be on the paths
and overhear us. I even imagined I could hear movement back on the path, but
when I tried to lsten, there was no sound. We quickly rearranged our
clothing and hurriedly left our little 'love nest', slipped back thru the
fence, and went to the parking lot.  Paul normally rode the bus, but had
obviously missed it.  I offered to drop him off at his house, then pick him
up for our meeting at the airport.

Chapter Two;

After changing into my uniform, I stopped by to pick up Paul.  As he came
walking to the car, also in uniform,  I thought we looked pretty sharp.
During the ride to the airport, Paul and I talked about our earlier romp in
the woods.  "Boy, I'm still tingling from that quickie", Paul said.  "Me
too", I answered. "One thing I was wondering about"......., he began rather
hesitatingly, "I really liked the feeling of your finger in my ass.  It
really got me hot".  "I know", I offered, cutting him off. "I liked it when
you did the same to me". "Drew.....would you like to try something more"?
"Like what....what do you mean, buddy"?  Paul seemed to be struggling to get
it out. Finally, he just blurted out "I wondered if, maybe, you'd like
to.....kinda.....ffuck me?  I know you've done it with girls. I never have
wanted to, but I'd like to see if it feels as good as your finger"!  He was
looking down at his hands in his lap, but glanced up to see if I was
disgusted by his suggestion.  "Wow, I think that would be something I'd like
to try out, too", I said excitedly.  I loved the way it made you lose
control.  I was afraid to ask you, though".  Obviously relieved, Paul leaned
over and kissed me on the cheek, dropping his hand into my lap and
whispering in my ear, "I can't wait! Let's do it"! "Easy, man.  We're just
about to the airport and it cerrtainly wouldn't look good for the senior
cadet officer to show up with a hard on busting his pants"!  I moved Paul's
hand off my awakening dick and told him in a shaky voice to behave himself
and get over on his side of the car.  He laughed at my discomfort, but did
as I asked.  The rat! He knew how to get to me.

We had managed to get our raging hormones under control enough to make a
presentable entrance at the hangar.  About a dozen cadets were there, along
with maybe twice that many of our civilian pilots that made up our Civil Air
Patrol squadron.  I said hello to several of the cadets, whose ages varied
from 16 to 18 years old.  I found myself checking them out from a different
perspective all of a sudden.  I remember seeing many of them naked in the
gym, and tried to picture how each of their dicks would look hard.  I must
be turning into a sex maniac!  Now that I had experienced m2m sex, I was
anxious to experience more...in order to have something to compare, of
course!  One or two of the young guys stuck in my mind as my eyes swept over
the lot.  There was Don Walsh, 17 years old, 5' 5", maybe 135 pounds, blue
eyes, sandy blond hair and, I knew from the gym, uncut.  He was on the swim
team with Paul. I had never noticed how his mouth turned up at the corners
and was set in a permanent pout that looked like he wanted to be kissed.
And Aaron Spencer, 5" 9", 155 pounds, black hair that curled over his ears
and the collar of his shirt. He was always getting hassled about it. I knew
he was carrying about 6-6 1/2 inches of cut dick that I had seen semi-erect
a couple of times. My mouth watered at the thought of rolling that cock
around on my tongue.

A couple of the civilian pilots said hello and shook our hands. Paul and I
had flown with most of them several times.  These guys owned their own
planes, mostly Cessnas, Piper Cubs, and one or two Mooneys. They all
selfishly donated their time and equipment to Search and Rescue efforts.
John Sanders was a young attorney in the biggest law firm in town.  He was a
graduate of our own high school and had just been hired, right out of Law
School. He had blond wavy hair, green eyes over a straight nose and a killer
smile, but he was like a shark in a feeding frenzy in the courtroom.  He was
28, a little over six feet and still carried his 195 pounds over a well
developed, firm body.

Our liason officer with the United States Air Force was a young Captain
named Wes Jennings.  He had been a fighter pilot in Korea and had a chest
full of decorations. The story was, he was an 'Ace', meaning he had shot
down at least five enemy aircraft in combat.  He had black hair, flecked
with premature grey cut short in military fashion.  I thought he presented a
very distinguished image.  I had flown with him on occasion and found him to
be extremely at home in the air.  He was very outgoing, but rarely spoke of
his wartime experiences.  He actually seemed a little embarrassed by the
hero worship heaped on him by all the young cadets.

The meeting was taken up mainly with updates on an ongoing search mission.
Each pilot was assigned an area to search.  Those who did not have another
qualified pilot to relieve him at the controls periodically on long flights,
would often take one or two of the cadets along as observers.  We had flown
with them enough to have gotton quite a bit of stick time and they felt
comfortable in letting us take over the controls for short periods of time
to allow them to relax for a few minutes from the gruelling chore of flying
the airplane AND trying to read the flight map AND constantly be visually
searching for downed aircraft, or a lost hunter.  Some of the airplanes were
equipped with instruments designed to pick up a signal from a crash locater
beacon, which every airplane was supposed to have on board.  This was nice,
but many pilots did not keep up with current regs and didn't have even the
minimum survival equipment common sense should have told them.  Also, if we
were looking for a lost hunter, they usually didn't carry electronic
beacons, so we had to be on the lookout for smoke, or mirrors, or sometimes
a signal on the ground, made from available materials.

The meeting lasted a little over an hour. Search assignments were given out
for the next day and we were dismissed.  The cadets were responsible for
cleaning up all the coffe cups and soft drink cans, as well as straightening
up the locker room area, making sure wet towells weren't left laying around.
  We all pitched in and pretty much had the conference room all square in
about fifteen minutes.  Paul and I told the rest of the junior cadets to
take off, that he and I would clean up the locker room. Of course we had
'other' plans in mind also.  Don and Aaron sort of hung back til the others
had left. They seemed in the mood to talk and we couldn't just tell them to
leave.

The four of us went into the locker room and began throwing wet towells into
the washer, and making sure the pilot's flight suits were all hung in their
lockers.  "Drew, I hope you don't mind Aaron and me staying", Don meekly
said. "We kinda hoped we could ask you guys about something".  Thinking he
wanted to ask something about the squadron, I said "Sure, kid, what's up"?
"Well, we've been trying to figure out what to do about some of the feelings
we've been having", Aaron blurted in. "What 'feelings', I asked curious now.
  "I think we might be more interested in other guys than girls", Don
sheepishly muttered.  "Why in Hell are you two asking US about something
like that"? I got out, swallowing hard.  "Well, it's like this. Aaron and me
have been sorta foolin' around with each other for a while,  you know, just
jacking off together and stuff like that, and we were thinking about maybe
trying something more".  "So? What has this got to do with Paul and me"? I
asked.  Don was getting very red-faced and having a hard time getting words
out. I noticed Paul was staring, nervously as the two boys looked at each
other.  "OK", Aaron offered. "Me and Don sneaked out to the woods behind
school today after final bell.......".  Suddenly I felt sick! It was
beginning to dawn on me. I knew what was coming! I HAD heard something!  Don
had found his voice again and simply blurted it out in plain language. "We
had walked back on the path behind Auto Shop and we heard some funny sounds
coming from behind the bushes. We peeked thru and saw you two kissing each
other and foolin' around"!

End of Part Three:

Once again, I have started adding a little to the story line. I assure you,
the upcoming events actually took place; The other two boys were not under
age in reality, it didn't actually happen after the meeting, etc., BUT this
DID happen.  I'll try not to overdo the "additions'. Hope you continue to
enjoy the last episode of this period, Part Four, coming soon.  Please
address any comments to ghettorod@hotmail.com