By John Yager
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When I woke the next morning the sun was streaming through the back windows of the cabin and the air was filled with the smell of bacon frying and coffee perking.
The blankets, which had seemed so necessary the night before, now made my body sweat and itch. I threw them off to rediscover my own nakedness. Then it all came back to me.
"Hi, Lazy Bones," Rick said from the kitchen. I yawned and stretched and moved to the edge of the sofa bed. "I guess it's "bone," not "bones," he said with a chuckle, nodding toward my crotch. My cock was hard, greeting the new day.
When he came toward me, holding out a steaming mug, I couldn't help but comment, "You seem to be holding your own." He was equally naked and his cock preceded him, fully erect.
"Yeah," Rick smiled, acknowledging my nod and grin. As he put the mug down next to me on a little table, he said, "I just can't stop thinking about last night."
"I guess that's my problem, too."
"No, none. What about you?"
"Yeah, to be honest, I've had a few. But they wouldn't stop me from doing it again."
"I'm glad to hear that," I said, picking up the mug.
"That's black but we do have milk. No sugar though."
"Black is fine."
As I sipped the hot coffee, Rick crouched down beside me and put his hand on my thigh. "Last night was wonderful, Rob. Thank you."
"No. Thank you. I would never have had the nerve to start anything if you hadn't."
He leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Um," I said, "you taste good. Come to think of it, you smell good, too."
"Well, I won't comment on how you taste or smell, buddy."
"What can I do about it?"
"Well, that depends on how brave you are. The soap and towels are on the porch. I just went for a quick swim and washed off like we did yesterday afternoon."
"I bet the water's freezing."
"Yep, but it's so good when you get out."
"Well, that might take care of the body odor, but the first thing I need is to brush my teeth."
"I put a jug of boiled water in the bathroom. Use that to brush your teeth. If you want, I'll bring you some warm water and you can just sponge off in the shower."
"Really? That sounds like a much better offer."
"Yeah, I had you figured for a pussy. Not everyone is as brave as I am."
"Screw you, Rick," I grinned. "I'll go swimming with you later when the water warms up a little, but the sponge bath sounds like a winner right now."
"Sponge bath coming up," he said, rising to his feet. "But what was that `screw you' bit?"
"We'll talk about it."
"Yeah, after I get cleaned up."
"Well, talk's cheap but I bet that's as far as it goes."
I'd reached the bathroom door, but stopped and turned back to look at him. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I think so."
"What does that mean?"
"It means it scares the hell out of me, but I can't stop thinking about it."
Not knowing how to respond to that comment, I went on into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. As I finished, Rick came in with a bucket of steaming water in one hand and the bar of soap in the other. The towel was thrown over one shoulder, just as he'd carried it the day before.
"You look like a Roman bath slave," I grinned as I used a little water to rinse my toothbrush.
"Well, then, maybe you want to order me to do some interesting things to your body."
"Don't kid about it, buster. I can think of several things I'd love to order you to do."
"Well, for starters, get in the shower stall and let me pour a little of this water over you."
I did as he suggested and squatted in the shower as he doused me with the warm water, letting it run over my head, wetting my body as it flowed down.
"Here, lather up," Rick said, handing me the soap.
I washed my underarms and crotch, then thought I might just as well use the soap on my hair too. We didn't seem to have any shampoo. I worked up a good lather and then rubbed some of the suds over my shoulders and chest.
"Ready for a rinse?"
"Yeah, thanks." Rich stepped into the shower stall with me and slowly poured the water over my head, getting himself as wet as he got me. It was barely enough to do the job but I certainly felt much better.
Rich put the bucket down and, as I stood, he embraced me. Our wet bodies pressed together. My arms came around him and we kissed. "I wanted to do this earlier, but you reeked."
"And now I don't?"
"Now you smell so good I could eat you."
"That's an interesting idea, but didn't I smell bacon frying."
"Yeah, but you smell a lot better than bacon."
"Oh, man, I'm starving. Let's have breakfast, okay?
"Yeah, I know, but you have to feed the beast."
"Okay, come on." I finished drying off and followed Rick into the kitchen area.
"Are you going to get dressed?" I asked him as he poured beaten eggs into the skillet and began to stir them.
"Nah, let's stay naked. I like the feel of it and, besides, I like looking at you."
"Is that what you and Debbie do when you bring her out here?"
"Nope, not Deb. She isn't into nudism. I'm lucky to get her completely undressed in bed."
"Yeah? So she has a few inhibitions."
"She has a lot of inhibitions. She doesn't even like me to see her naked and she freaks if I run around with nothing on. In fact, she isn't even comfortable with me in jockeys. I think she always thinks there is someone lurking just outside trying to get the goods on us."
"Are her only hang-ups about being naked?"
"Oh, no. She has a lot more."
"Well, sex with Deb is definitely Missionary Position. If I try anything else she thinks it is a sure sign of me being oversexed, if not downright perverted. Also, she doesn't go for anything other than straight vaginal sex. Nothing anal and nothing oral. Besides that, she really doesn't want to have anything to do with my cock."
"Isn't that a little difficult if you two are fucking?"
"Well, if I do all the work she is okay with it. I mean, I can touch her and I can put my dick in her. But she doesn't want to touch me. At least she doesn't want to touch my dick."
"That sounds a little restrictive. I'm surprised she's been willing to fuck before you two are married."
"Well, I can tell you, it took a lot of convincing. She goes along with it only because she really believes me when I say I am going to marry her and we are going to be together for the rest of our lives. I sort of figure she thinks it's the way to keep me in line and on the string."
"But you go along with that, too, Rick."
"What choice do I have?"
"Well, at this point, probably not any. I mean, you have made a commitment to her. And it sounds like your folks are all in on the bargain."
"Yeah, don't remind me." He stirred the eggs for a moment in silence and then added. "I'm just so glad you were okay with us getting together, Rob. I mean, it at least gives me a glimpse of what's out there beyond my own future."
I made toast as he finished the eggs and divided them and the bacon between two plates. Within moments we were moving to the table.
"Do you want more coffee?"
"No, one cup does me. I only started drinking it over the summer."
"Great. I'll pour it."
"We've got juice."
"Okay, milk and juice. Do you want more coffee?"
"Yeah, but I'll get it."
Rick poured more coffee for himself as I poured milk and juice for both of us. We sat at the small table, from which we could look out over the expanse of the lake. There was a boat anchored near the far shore. Two people sat in it fishing but they were too far away to tell if they were men or women.
"Men, probably," Rick said when I mentioned them. "You don't see many women fishing out here." We ate in silence, I because I was starved and because the food tasted so good. I guess anything tastes good on a lovely fall day in the woods, especially after some amazing sex the night before.
What Rick and I had done together was my first sexual experience with anyone. I wondered if I should tell him that. He had assumed that I'd had sex with Joyce and I figured I'd better just let that impression stand. I could make it clear, thought, that I'd never had sex with another guy.
I looked across the table at Rick as we ate. His muscular chest was visible above the table, but knowing he was naked was very arousing. I let my gaze rest on him as we ate, just as he seemed to be looking me over with equal concentration. Maybe the fact that we'd had sex gave us both a sense of more ownership over the other.
Rick, I realized, had more massive muscles than me. His chest and shoulders were massive and powerful. He was sitting with his elbows resting on the table and I saw that his arms were also powerfully built.
But what I lacked in mass, I made up for in definition. I seemed to just naturally carry less body fat than Rick, so while he looked massive, I looked more cut. Other than that, we were very much the same size. We were so close in height that it never occurred to either of us to ask how tall the other was. I had just passed six feet during the summer and guessed he was the same. \
"It's a real turn-on sitting here naked with you, Rob," he said as we munched our hearty breakfast.
"I was thinking the same thing."
"Can we talk about last night?"
"Yeah, I want to."
"So you never did it with another guy, same as me?"
"That's right, Rick. I'll tell you, though, I have thought about it."
"Me too. I guess, knowing I'm going to marry Deb more or less eliminates me even thinking about other girls. But I just keep thinking about guys."
"Yeah, I know."
"So do you think it's queer, Rob, what we did?"
"Well, it's definitely not straight."
"That scares you, doesn't it?"
"Sure, Rob. I don't want to be queer."
"I guess if you intend to spend the rest of your life in Spring River, let alone, marry Deb, you'd better be concerned."
"I think they lynch queers around here, Rob."
"I know. My dad told me about one guy they ran out of town when we were kids."
"Well, queer or not, I want to do it again. I feel so lucky, Rob. I mean, so lucky you were willing and lucky that I don't have to worry about telling anyone else."
"I'd be telling on myself, too, Rick."
"Yeah." He reached across the table and touched my hand.
It's hard to describe the look Rick had on his face. It was a look of wanting and concern, of need and expectation. Later, years later, I still remember that moment as a sort of summing up of his life.
"You know, just a few years ago we were still kids and the whole subject of sex was something we thought about so differently. At least I did. It was just something adults dealt with, like work. You know, choosing a job, getting married, supporting your family.
"I mean, we thought about it. We sure talked about it a lot."
"Yeah," I grinned, "I remember."
"But then," Rick went on, "the hormones kicked in and, bang, it wasn't just some future issue any more." He got up from the table and stood by the open window, looking out through the porch to the lake beyond.
I watched him for a moment and then joined him, putting my hand on his shoulder, just wanting to touch him, to let him know I cared.
"So who was the guy they chased out of town, do you know?"
"I don't know his name. My father told me how he grew up here but went to New Orleans. I guess he moved when he was just a young man."
"So why did the idiot come back?"
"I don't know that either. Dad just said he came back and was living with his mother. I think he must have been here for a while, but then I guess he made a pass at a high school guy and that sparked things off."
"So they ran him off."
"Yeah, a bunch of men went to his mother's house and pulled him out in the middle of the night. They roughed him up and then locked him in a freight car heading for New Orleans. I guess they figured they'd just send him back were he came from."
"So your father was in on it."
"Yeah, that's what he said."
"I can almost bet my dad and my uncles were there, too. And Deb's dad, probably."
"Yeah. Dad said a big bunch of the men went out there to get him. Even the sheriff was there."
"So our big law man was in on it."
"Yeah, at least he was turning a blind eye, if not actually participating."
"You know, what interests me is that, from what I've seen of your dad, he seems like a nice guy."
"Yeah, I know."
"I know you and your family go to church, but I suspect religion isn't nearly as big a thing in your father's life. Not as big a deal as it is for my folks."
"Dad's religious, I guess. But you're probably right. Why does that interest you?"
"Well, if my dad and his brothers were in on that kind of thing, they would be thumping the Bible and quoting scripture and pronouncing the judgment of God on sinners and perverts and queers."
"Well, when he told me about that stuff, my dad sort of took that tone, too."
"See what I mean, Rob? It scares the hell out of me."
"Yeah, I know. I guess it was hearing that story from my own father that made it clear I'd leave Spring River as soon as I graduated from high school."
"So you don't expect to ever come back."
"Not to live here, Rick. I know I couldn't."
He turned and looked at me, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Well, I guess we'd better make good use of the time we've got."
With that, he took me in his arms and drew me to him.
We just stood there, holding each other, our naked bodies pressed together, quickly becoming aroused. I looked over Rick's shoulder and saw that the boat was gone. I wondered if the fishermen had caught anything.
"I just wish you could get out of Spring River, too."
"I know," Rick said, lowering his cheek onto my shoulder. "Maybe I could get Deb to go away to college, but I can't imagine getting her to think of living anyplace but here."
"And you don't see yourself making a life for yourself without her, right?"
"No, it's too late for that."
"Because you love her."
"Yeah, I love her, but it's more than that, Rob. I guess I've already made commitments. It isn't just her and me. It's like her family and my family are already sort of joined up because of us."
"So you'd better be thinking about how you are going to do that, Rick."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, do you see this stuff between you and me as just a one-time thing?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean we have today and I sure hope you want us to keep going. But once we get back to town, you've got Joyce and I've got Deb. I guess it's just this weekend, Rob, as much as I'd like us to be able to get together more."
I just looked at him and didn't say anything. He broke from our embrace and moved back a little. Both our cocks were stiff, nearly touching in the space between us.
"You thinking it might go on," he finally said. "I mean, are you thinking we might get together again?"
"Yeah, if you want. I mean, why would it be such a big problem? We've got more out of town football games and it wouldn't be much of a big deal for us to arrange to room together."
"Any chance we could come out here again?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I can always ask my uncle." He paused and looked out across the lake. "It'll start getting too cold soon, but once we get into March we'll have some warm days again."
"So there you go, Rick. If isn't as if this has to be the end of things for us."
He again looked out over the water and we were both silent, waiting. I knew he had something more to say and was just trying to figure out how to say it. Finally, looking back at me, he began.
"We may be able to get together a few more times, Rob, but once you go off to Oxford, that will be the end of it."
"Well, I marry Deb. That part isn't going to change. So for me, that will have to be the end of seeing anyone but her."
"You mean you wouldn't have sex with anyone else after you marry Deb?"
"I'd understand that, Rick, and I'd respect it, if that's what you chose to do."
"It's not what I'd choose, Rob. It's just the way it would have to a be, you know that as well as I do."
"Okay, I guess so."
He was silent again but this time it was as if some heavy load of anger or guilt was building up in him. His face became a little flushed and finally, with no warning, his left hand came up, formed a fist and slammed down hard on the window ledge.
"But not for you, Rob," he said. His voice trembled. "For you it can be different. You can leave this fucking town. You'll probably meet other people, other men."
"What do you want me to say, Rick?"
"Well, for one thing, never come back!" He was rubbing his reddened left hand with his right. "Once you get out of here, Rob, never come back. Put this dump behind you and forget it ever existed."
"I can't imagine ever living here after high school, Rick, but it is home. I don't see how I can never visit the place again."
"God, Rob," he whispered. Tears began to trickle slowly down his handsome face. I took him in my arms and held him. Our naked bodies again pressed together and responded. I let my hand roam down over his back until it reached his butt. I squeezed him there, pulling him against me more tightly. Our cocks were hard now, and began to get a little wet.
"This is nice, Rick," I said, "but if we're going to do anything more than just hold each other, maybe we'd better get back in bed."
"Yeah, come on."
We moved over to the rumpled bed and sat side by side on its foot.
"What we did last night," Rick started, "that wasn't really fucking."
"No, I think it's called frontage."
"I liked it."
"Yeah, it was really hot, Rick, just feeling our bodies rubbing together like that."
"Don't think I ever got off so strong, even with Deb."
"You know there are a lot of other things we could do."
"Yeah, I know." He took my hand and just sat there holding it. "I know guys do fuck."
"Could we do that?"
"You don't think that's moving sort of far, sort of fast?"
"Yeah, probably, and it sounds queer as hell, but that's what I want to do."
"You want to fuck me?"
"Hell no!" He got up and went toward the bathroom. "I can fuck Deb just about any time I please. I want to see what it's like getting fucked." Within a few seconds he was back, holding a large jar of petroleum jelly. "What do you think?"
"Oh, man, Rick, I've never done it before."
"I didn't figure you had, not with another guy."
"Yeah, not with another guy." I could have added, "not with anyone," but left it unsaid. Rick clearly thought Joyce and I were doing it and I was probably better off letting him think that was the case.
"Well, now's your chance, buddy. What do I have to do, get on all fours and stick my ass up in the air?"
"Okay, I get the idea. Don't stick you ass in the air unless you want me to poke you in that position."
"I kind of think I want it on my back, you know, the way we usually fuck girls."
"The way you fuck Deb."
"Yeah. I guess some girls are willing to try a few different things."
My mind went back to the porn film I'd seen in Memphis. In it the two guys had done it with Todd on all fours with is ass in the air, as Rick had just suggested. It looked as if I was going to take Chad's role but Rick said he wanted to try it with him lying on his back. I hadn't seen exactly how that might work. But then I also remembered some of the photos I'd seen in magazines at that same porn shop. In some of them, guys were fucking with one lying on his back and his legs brought up on the shoulders of the other guy. We could do that. I figured what we lacked in experience, we could make up for with enthusiasm.
Rick stretched out on his back on the rumpled bed and looked up at me as if to say it was my move. When I sat down beside him he handed me the jar he'd been holding.
"You're sure about this."
"Yeah, sure. Just take it easy, okay?"
I leaned over him and brought my lips to his. It was still such a new experience to be kissing another guy. New and very arousing. I felt his cock jump against my hip and realized our kiss was having the same effect on him that it was having on me.
I moved over him and brought my body down onto his. It felt so good, lying there on him, feeling the hardness of his muscular body moving under me, feeling the heat he radiated up through me.
"Um," Rick said, moving against me, bringing his arms and legs around me, "this feels so good."
"If we keep this up very long I'll come."
"I know, me too."
"Well, stop then, Rob. I want the real thing."
Reluctantly I lifted myself from him, moving into a kneeling position between his wide spread legs.
"Any ideas on how we should start?"
"Yeah," Rick said, "that's what the grease is for."
I picked up the jar from where I'd dropped it beside him, opened it and stuck my right index finger deep into the petroleum jelly. Rick lifted his legs a little when I looked questioningly at him and then moved them up still more to rest on my shoulders. By doing so, his ass was exposed to my touch.
My greasy finger touched the rosebud of his ass and he jumped. "Okay?"
"Yeah, just cold."
"Sorry. Shall I push my finger in?"
"Yeah, just take it slow, buddy, that's virgin ass you're playing with."
"How's that?" I asked as I slowly pushed in to my second knuckle.
"Oh, yeah, keep going."
I slowly worked my finger into him as deep as it would go, more aware than ever of the heat of his body. When I was in as far as my finger would reach, I slowly rotated it, spreading the petroleum jelly over the interior surfaces of his ass. As I did so I could feel him relaxing. After a minute or so I pulled slowly out.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I think you can take two fingers. Want me to try?"
I pushed two fingers into him with little effort, again rotating them when I was fully in. Again, after a minute or so, I felt the muscles of his ass relax. It was a strange feeling, as new to me as it was to Rick.
"You want to try three?"
"Yeah," Rick moaned. "Then I want your cock."
"One step at a time."
"Yeah," he said, and then again, "oh, yeah," as three fingers gradually pressed into his now gaping hole. I guess I should have realized a guy's ass has the capacity to open up like that. I mean, we do it all the time, every time we take a dump, but it was really weird watching Rick's ass as it happened. In a moment or so his muscles again relaxed and I gradually pulled out of him. When my fingers were completely out I could see that his ass remained open, not the tiny rosebud pucker it had been, but a puffy ring, gaping, throbbing, inviting me in.
"I think you're ready for my cock."
"Yeah, Rob, fucking ready."
I was already kneeling between his legs, his ankles on my shoulders. I took more lube from the jar and spread it generously over my cock, leaving an especially heavy coating on the tip of the head. Then moving forward a little, I positioned it against Rick's ass. He felt so hot, as if his ass were the opening of some sort of furnace with a well stoked fire inside.
"You ready, buddy?"
"Oh, yeah." As if to reiterate his readiness, he lifted his body off the bed, which had the effect of pressing his ass against my cock. With no effort on my part at all, the head slipped into the gaping hole of his ass.
Once I was in him, he stopped moving. I took it as my signal to also hold still. For a minute or more he just looked up at me, his mouth wide open in a sort of silent gasp, his body tensed.
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
His body quickly became damp with a sheen of sweat and his eyes continued to be fixed on mine.
"Can you tell me what it feels like?"
"Kind of weird," he whispered, as if it took too much effort to say it out loud.
"Weird? How weird."
"It hurts, but that's not all. It's like when you need to crap and can't and your whole body sort of gets in on the act. I almost feel as if I'm going to have a chill."
"Shall I pull out?"
"No fucking way," he moaned. "It's getting better. Just stay put."
I stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to adjust to the presence of my cock, not having any idea at all how long it would take. After several more minutes he seemed to relax a little.
"Push on in, but go real slow," he said.
I pressed on in, taking it as slow as I could, trying to overcome the growing desire to ram the entire length of my cock into him. I kept my eyes fixed on his eyes, watching for any sign of increased pain. At one point I felt as if the head of my cock passed over an obstacle, and as it did so, Rick's eyes suddenly sprang wide open.
"Oh, my god," he moaned.
"Yeah, it just felt as if about five thousand volts just shot through my body."
"Yeah? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's getting better all the time."
At about that point my body pressed against his and I realized I was fully in him. I lowered my chest onto his and just lay there. Rick's arms came around me and held me to him, the heat of his body radiating through me.
"This is incredible," he whispered.
I had still not begun to move, not sure if he was ready. Slowly I began to sense a gradual tightening and loosening of his ass. As the intensity of it increased my cock was being squeezed and released in a way which would have brought me climax all by itself.
"I guess I can move now," I said, realizing that his body must have come to terms with my invasion."
"Yeah, just start slow."
I pulled back a little and just stayed there, my cock half in, half out of his ass. Then, very slowly, very deliberately, I slid back in. It felt wonderful!
"Oh, yeah, Rob," Rick moaned. I guess it was as great for him as it was for me.
"Yeah. Go a little faster."
I did as he said, gradually increasing the speed at which my hips were pounding into him. As I did so, he also increased the speed with which he lifted his own hips to meet my downward strikes. Within moments we were driving into each other with as much strength as we put into a football play.
Rick's body was now wet with sweat and I was sure mine was as well.
"Oh, yeah, Rob," Rick was saying. "I always knew Deb got the better half of it. Oh, yeah, keep it up, don't give up on me now."
I was driving into him like a madman. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, possessed me, propelling me on.
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," Rick was moaning. His head had gone back into the pillows and eyes were glazed. I knew he must be close. I knew I was. It was my first actual sexual experience and I was hooked. If this was what it was all about, why hadn't I ever gotten into it before?
Suddenly Rick's whole body tensed and I felt the hot lava of his climax shoot up along my stomach and chest. As he came, his ass clinched and that did it for me as well. It felt as if every cell in my being was exploding. It wasn't like any self induced orgasm I had ever experienced, that was for sure.
My spine arched and my legs went into such ridged contractions that I seriously thought I might break bones. Then the force of my climax hit me square in the center of my chest and my whole being exploded.
The shooting stars we'd seen over the lake couldn't hold a candle to the stars I was seeing then. Time stopped. The world just went away. My head slumped onto Rick's shoulder and I lost it.
It may have only been moments but it could just as easily have been weeks. "You okay there, buddy?" Rick was whispering. I lifted my face to look down into his.
My breathing was still ragged but it was beginning to look like I'd live.
"Holy shit, Rick"
"Yeah, man. That was so fucking intense."
It struck me as the most ridiculous understatement of the year.
To be continued.