Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 23:08:38 -0400
From: Derek <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Derek and Brett - 5

Derek and Brett – Chapter 5 – The Rock

It's been 8 years since I started the Derek and Brett series. For those who
have been waiting for the last 6 chapters, please accept my apologies; it
took me a long time to get back to it. Here's chapter 5; I'll be working on
the others.  You can thank a reader, Brent James, who emailed me and asked
me if I ever finished the remaining chapters. He inspired me to finally
finish what I started.  I hope you enjoy it.

All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com.

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Brett is 21, 6'1", 165 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, light hair on his
legs, and shaved-smooth chest. Brett is the top in this hot duo, very
skilled in the use of his 7" uncut, very thick cock. He has average-sized
balls - completely hairless. The thing Derek loves about Brett's cock is
the unusual amount of foreskin that overhangs Brett's cock head. Even when
rock hard, there is still a good inch of extra foreskin.

Derek is 22, 5' 11", 155 lbs., brown hair, and brown eyes. His chest is
naturally smooth and his legs are slightly hairy. Derek's cock is 6 1/2"
cut with a large mushroom head. His balls are rather large and can stretch
pretty low, with light hair covering them. But Derek's best asset is his
ass. His cheeks are round and smooth, with slight dimples. His ass hole is
perfectly framed in his ass crack, with a small ring of dark hair around
his pucker.

The Rock

Derek was sitting in the front of the canoe; he was having difficulty
leaning forward. The blazing sun had caused his ball sac to stretch and
hang even lower than normal, his large balls swung forward and backward
with each paddle stroke. Each time he leaned forward to dig his paddle into
the water, his ball sac would swing into the hot bench causing him to wince
slightly. But relief would come as he hurriedly completed each paddle
stroke; his balls would swing forward and be cooled slightly by the
air. His cock was hard from all the sensations and was pointing skyward
between his spread legs. It would bob left and right each time he would
move. On top of all that, light breezes of air would further touch upon his
cock head, keeping him in a randy state of hardness.

Brett was in the back of the canoe; he had a close up view of Derek's
muscular shoulders, the combination of sweat and sun screen making his
muscles glisten with each reach forward with the canoe paddle. Small beads
of sweat had been slowly making their way down Derek's back and collecting
at the entrance to his ass crack before slowly, tantalizingly dripping into
the crack. Brett was just imagining the beads of sweat mixing into the
slight ring of hair around Derek's hole. The thoughts had given Brett a
full on boner as soon as he sat behind Brett in the canoe. The fact that
Derek's ass cheeks - which were pretty fine to begin with in Brett's
opinion - were flexing with each paddle stroke, kept Brett in a hardened
state the whole trip across the lake. His cock had been dripping pre-cum
along the way and a few drops of it had fallen between his legs onto the
floor of the canoe.

The boys had been sent on their canoe adventure, initially by Madam Osma in
search of the general store, and then by Chet, who had given them a cloth
with three spherical rocks and instructions on what to do with them. They
were in search of the island in the middle of the lake, where they would
take part in a bonding ceremony at the top of the large rock formation
jutting up out of the island. As they made their way to the middle of the
lake surrounded by trees and mountains, they were so alert to everything
around them. The sun was warm on their skin, giving each of them a slight
glistening of sweat, but not too hot that it was overbearing. The air was
crisp and clean, the scent of the fresh lake water overwhelming their
senses. The sound of the rushing water as the canoe paddles hit the surface
rippled through the silence and calm of the whole area.

As they approached the island, they could see a large rock shape projecting
upward from the island; that was their ultimate goal. The far side of the
island had a secluded cove where the lake water came to a sandy shore.
There was about twenty-five feet of fine sand warmed by the sun before a
small row of sparse bushes with a narrow path cut between them. The path
led to the base of a massive rock outcropping which sloped up into a thick
set of trees and reached above the tree line up into the sky about fifty
feet.

The boys paddled the canoe into the cove and stepped out into the lake when
they were close to shore. The water was warm and comforting on their feet
and calves. And as they pulled the canoe onto the beach, they felt the
searing sand particles sting their feet – not enough that it burned, but
enough that they did not let their feet stay in one place for more than a
second or two without stepping to find relief. They were covered in sweat
from the exertion of the journey and they both still had their hard-ons
caused by all the sensations they encountered on the canoe trip over –
as well as the horny anticipation of the ceremony they were about to take
part in.

Following the path, Brett took the lead, his hard uncut dick pointing the
way. Derek followed behind, his low-hanging ball sac hitting his hot thighs
as he walked causing him to step gingerly so as to make sure his sensitive
balls weren't too overstimulated. They found the makeshift steps that led
to the top and started climbing. The combination of a light breeze mixed
with the burning sun was slowly replaced by a cool quietness as they got
high enough for the thick leaves in the trees to block both. As they got
closer to the top, the sun started to beat down on them again and the
breeze was almost just a whisper. They now found themselves above the trees
and sweat started to form again on their bodies as the sun now had
unrestricted access to them. They reached the top and found what they were
looking for.

Chet had told them they would find a place at the very top where the
natives had carved a ceremonial area into the smooth rock. At the top, the
rock jutted up about fifteen feet at a slight angle. Carved into it was a
set of shallow indentations. One set of indentations was a darker grey than
the rest of the rock and it looked like the shape of a person sitting in a
chair; it had a space for a head and torso with the arms slightly bent at
the elbows and hands raised up to above where the head would go. There were
no carvings for the legs or feet, but they could see there were two grey
rocks shaped like pedestals that jutted upward where feet would go. On both
sides of the grey carvings were white vertical indentations that ran the
length of the grey torso section with deeper holes at the bottom of the
white indentations. Above the grey head indentation was a small black
carving that looked like a little shelf. Below that were three small black
holes.

Derek and Brett recognized the grey and white patterns that Chet had
described and knew what they needed to do. The ceremony was intended to
solidify the commitment of two lovers using the sun, water, and earth to
bind them together. The top in the relationship – Brett - would sit in
the grey indentations & the bottom – Derek – would straddle on top of
his partner using the white indentations. Derek would then insert the three
spheres into the black holes in sequence to complete the ceremony.

Brett was a bit hesitant. He could see that once he was seated in the grey
indentations he would need to put his feet onto the pedestals. Because of
the angle he would be lying back and the height of the pedestals, his ass
cheeks would be spread open exposing his asshole to the open air. Brett was
not into having his ass looked at, touched, or included in love-making in
any way. But in the moments of hesitation, he realized he would do anything
for Derek. Besides, it was just the two of them up there and Derek would be
straddling his body; no one would even see if his ass was exposed to the
open air.

Derek recognized what Brett was thinking and tried to comfort him. "You
love me, right?" It was there way of saying `I love you' without sounding
trite. Brett smiled and chuckled as he looked into Derek's eyes. "Of course
I do," he said and planted a gentle kiss on Derek's lips. Both of their
cocks – still rock hard from the anticipation of what might be coming
next – twitched at the same time and were left bobbing between them.

Brett climbed up onto the rock and laid his body into the grey carvings -
lining up his head, torso, and arms with the indentations formed in the
rock. The rock surface was hot to the touch and it took Brett a bit of
effort to ease his body in. Once his body had adjusted to the heat, he let
out a deep sigh and lifted one of his legs and placed his foot on the
pedestal. He then gingerly lifted his other leg and placed his other foot
on the other pedestal. Brett moved slowly with his second foot, because he
didn't think the small lip of rock at the base of his ass would hold him –
he thought he would slip right off the rock. But he didn't. The pedestals
were high enough to cause his knees to bend and put pressure onto his back,
so he was held in place on the rock. The heat from the rock and the sun was
engulfing his body, causing the muscles in his body to slowly become
relaxed.

Derek watched as Brett got into place. As Brett put his legs into place, he
almost sunk into the rock as his muscles absorbed the heat and relaxed
him. Derek could see that Brett's ass was completely exposed, but he
avoided looking directly at it; he didn't want Brett to feel uncomfortable
about it. He moved closer to Brett and started to climb into his
position. He reached up and placed the cloth with the three stones onto the
black shelf. Derek then reached up with each hand and interlaced his
fingers with Brett's. They both closed their hands and Derek now had enough
leverage to pull his body up over Brett. He found each of the foot holes at
the bottom of the white carvings and his calves fit perfectly into the
indentations on the sides of Brett's torso. He sunk down, letting his knees
settle into the white indentations. His knees were almost in Brett's
armpits as his cock and balls gently rested on Brett's abs. He lay all the
way down and was now straddling his lover, with his legs sinking into the
rock much like Bret's body had done.

Now both boys were in position. Brett was on his back, lying at an angle,
with his knees pulled up and asshole completely exposed below him. Derek
was straddling him, his feet and knees embedded into the white indentations
of the rock. His arms lined up with Brett's; their fingers interlaced as
they held hands. The sweat on their chests blended to create a seal holding
both of them in place, the heat from the rock and sun almost searing them
together. Brett's cock was still rock hard and pointing upward. Derek's ass
crack was spread wide open because of the way he was straddling Brett and
his hole was less than an inch from Brett's swollen cock head. Derek's cock
was also still hard, pressed between Brett's sweaty abs and his
own. Derek's ball sac continued to be over-heated by the sun and was
stretched low, mingling in Brett's bush. Derek's balls were so heated and
stretched that they made their way down to either side of the base of
Brett's cock; Brett could feel their weight – one on each side –
pressing down on his own balls.

Derek started out with his face looking directly into Brett's, but the heat
from the rock and the sun made it difficult for him to hold his head up, so
he finally gave up and rested his chin on Brett's shoulder. This made it so
Brett's mouth was right at Derek's ear and Derek's mouth at Brett's
ear. And because they were now sunk a bit into the rock indentations, they
could no longer hear anything other than the sound of each other's
breathing; they could feel the beating of each other's hearts; they could
gently sense each other's breath. In no time at all, their rhythms became
synchronized.

Chet had told them that once they were in position, it was Derek's job to
place the spheres one-at-a-time into the holes. After each sphere was in
place, Derek would know when to place the next one. After all three were in
place, they would be bonded for life. They didn't know what specifically
would happen, but they were both mentally committed to seeing this to the
end. And physically, they were as close as they could be without making
love and ready to experience whatever came next.

"I'm ready when you are, babe," whispered Brett. And even though the heat
had pretty much exhausted all the muscles in his body, he had managed to
lift his lips just enough to take a small nibble out of Derek's ear after
he spoke.

"OK, here goes," said Derek. He loosened his grip on Brett's left hand and
Brett spread his fingers to release Derek. Derek felt above him for the
cloth and removed one of the spherical rocks. He felt for the three holes
and found the first one. He inserted the spherical rock into the hole and
slid it around until the flat part of the sphere lined up with the flat of
the rock face. He put his hand back into Brett's and they interlaced them
once again. They both waited for what came next.

Nothing happened. Brett could feel Derek's chest expand and collapse as his
sweaty chest slid ever so slightly against his. As Brett's chest expanded
on each breath he took in, Derek's chest would collapse at the same time as
he exhaled. They both realized that their breathing had become harmonized.

The boys waited in anticipation for what was next, but still nothing
happened. Derek could feel the soft breath of Brett's exhales as they
waited. And Brett could feel Derek's breath too. It was the only thing they
could hear as the soft breath of each lover gently whispered by the other's
ear.

A few minutes passed, but still nothing happened. They could each feel the
other's heartbeat and they realized they were beating in the same
rhythm. Both boys had never really taken the time to tune into these
aspects of each other's body. Even though they were practically baking from
the heat of the rock and the sun; a series of goose bumps swept across the
boys at the same time. They had each realized how much they were in tune
with each other and it triggered their skin's reaction.

Ten minutes had passed and still nothing happened.

"Are you sure you did it right?" asked Brett. His exhaustion from the heat
was almost completely consuming him and his question came out as all
breath. But Derek was so in tune with Brett's body at that moment that he
knew what Brett said. The heat of the sun was baking Derek's backside
relaxing all of his body's muscles, draining all of his energy. He just
could not take a breath deep enough to respond.

But, he didn't have to. Finally, something started to happen. From the
edges of the grey and white rock indentations, water started to trickle out
of microscopic holes in the rock. The water was hot – as hot as the rock
and sun were. Except where the boys' heads were, water started to fill the
space where Brett was lying and where Derek's legs were embedded in the
rock. The heat overwhelmed both boys. The water flowed at a gentle pace
completely enveloping Brett's and Derek's bodies as they were practically
part of the rock now. Little jets of water began shooting up and onto
Brett's knees, thighs and feet that were still exposed to the hot
sunlight. Their heads and necks were the only parts of their bodies which
were not covered by the flow of hot water coming out of the rock. Its pace
was a nice, calming, gentle flow. But its heat was intense as it worked to
relax the boys' muscles, continuing what the heated rock and burning sun
had started. The water came from within the rock, washed over their bodies,
and then slid off the side of the rock-face forming a small stream that led
back down to the lake.

As the water began, they experienced a slight panic together – they both
instantly thought they might be overwhelmed by it and drown. But at the
same moment they both realized that wouldn't happen. And in exact unison,
they both relaxed knowing they were safe. As the hot water continued to
cascade over the boys, they closed their eyes simultaneously. They
continued breathing in synchronization; their chests expanding and
collapsing in counter-rhythm; their hearts beating in the exact same
pattern. The more the hot water continued to flow, the more they relaxed
and focused on each other's body cues.

The water flowed for several minutes. The heat of the sun and rock and now
the water was becoming too much for them. Brett realized the sensations he
was feeling with Derek were the most incredible feelings he'd ever felt
without being inside him. He reasoned if this is as far as this goes, then
he's good with that. The comfort he felt being this close to Derek was more
than he ever imagined and he mentally decided to just lay back and enjoy
it. It was then that Brett's last line of resistance finally gave way. You
see, from the moment Brett had lay down into the indentations in the rock,
his asshole had been determined to remain clenched shut. Brett had mentally
conceded that he would get on the rock and that his ass cheeks would spread
open and even that his asshole would be exposed. But he had unconsciously
decided his hole was going to remain closed no matter what happened. And
since the beginning, his hole was firmly clenched shut. As the heat from
the rock, sun, and water worked over his muscles, one by one each muscle
finally gave up and relaxed. The final holdout was his asshole muscle. And
it finally began to open up, slowly unpuckering; the pleats around his hole
gradually unfolding.

A feeling of dread swept over Brett as he now realized his asshole was
opening up. The hot water that was flowing over his body had been flowing
into his ass crack. But now that his asshole had finally given up and was
unpuckering, the hot water began to dance on skin that had never been
exposed to such sensations before. He was powerless to stop it. With the
shock of this new feeling, Brett took a deep breath and held it.

Derek was so in synch with Brett that he could sense what was
happening. And at almost the same time, Derek took a deep breath too and
held it. The harmonized expansion in both their chests caused a shift in
their bodies. The sweat mixed with sunscreen and hot water between their
two bodies made it slick and Derek's body slid ever-so-slightly down
Brett's chest. Both boys instantly felt the shift. Derek could now feel the
definite pressure of Brett's cockhead gently kissing his asshole. And Brett
knew that Derek's ass had slid just enough that he could feel the puckering
hole of his lover just lightly touching the edge of his cockhead. Both
wanted to complete the connection and slide Brett's cock into Derek's
inviting hole, but neither could move their muscles to make it happen. The
heat of the sun and rock and now the water had exhausted them.

As the boys continued to hold their breath, Brett's heart began to race. So
did Derek's. Derek's hole relaxed seconds after Brett's. The pre-cum
dripping tip of Brett's cock nestled in the small opening that was
formed. It's too bad Brett could not see what it looked like – he loved
to look at his cock just as it was about to enter Derek. Derek's ass cheeks
were spread pretty wide; the ring of hair that circled Derek's hole was
wet, the hot water continuing to cascade over it; Brett's foreskin was
lazily fluttering against the edge of Derek's hole from the flow of hot
water pouring over it. A slight wisp of steam began to rise from where
Brett's foreskin-covered cockhead kissed the opening of Derek's hole.

Brett became more accustomed to the lapping of water on his previously
untouched hole and Derek reveled in the feeling of Brett's cock gently
pressing at his hole. After a good thirty seconds, the boys exhaled
simultaneously. Their breathing slowed back to the pace they had before the
water began to flow. Their heartbeat patterns returned to the same familiar
beating. Brett felt a calm serenity spread over him. The fear he had always
had of his ass being included in love-making had been blown so far out of
proportion over time that he was relieved to feel the wonderful sensation
of the hot water as it massaged his hole for the first time. And he was
especially happy that Derek was there to help him through it. Even though
Derek wasn't doing anything in particular, he was there. He would always be
there. Derek sensed the emotion and sensations that Brett was feeling. He
could feel that first layer of Brett's trepidation fall away. And a feeling
of contentment swept over Derek. He was so happy he could be there for
Brett's first assplay experience.

And now, Derek instinctively knew they were ready for the next rock. He
spread his fingers thinking he would have to peel them away from
Brett's. But Brett's fingers were now loosely entwined between Derek's from
his muscles relaxing and it was easy for Derek to free his hand. As he
reached up for the next spherical stone, he could feel the hot air dry his
dripping wet hand. He retrieved the second stone, felt around for the
second hole, and put the stone in moving it around until the flat surface
was flush with the rock. His now heavy arm splashed back down onto Brett's
as he feebly tried to grasp Brett's fingers again. He gently whispered,
"Get ready babe", to Brett. But Brett was still lost in all the sensations
he was feeling and barely heard him speak.

As with the first stone, nothing happened for a while. They began to forget
something was supposed to happen and they got lost in each other's bodies
again – their heartbeats; their breathing; Brett's dripping cockhead
patiently waiting to enter its favorite place; and for Brett, the new
sensation of hot water gently licking at his asshole.

Then it happened. New streams of water began to flow from within the
rock. But these were not the same gentle flowing streams that were lapping
over them. These were targeted jets of water coming from the top of the
rock in line with where Derek's shoulders were. There were six jets in all,
three on each side of them. They came out from the rock and hit directly
onto Derek's shoulders, with a force that half-startled the boys.

The power of the jets was so strong it started sliding Derek down Brett's
body as the boys' slick abs and chest could not resist the force of the
water. The only potential resistance was Brett's cock, which might have
prevented any more movement. But it was lined up with Derek's hole, so
there was no other place for it to go; it was going inside Derek. The force
of the jets was strong. But because of the dead-weight of Derek's muscles,
his body moved down Brett at a tantalizingly slow rate. Everything happened
very slowly. And the boys could feel every moment of it.

Derek's hole was relaxed and open, but not wide enough to take the girth of
Brett's cock without some resistance. So as Derek's body moved
ever-so-slowly down, the first sensation Brett felt was his foreskin slowly
peeling back as his cock head was gently swallowed by Derek's hole. With
each millimeter, Brett's foreskin was forced downward, his cockhead
enjoying the feeling as the muscle-ring of Derek's outer hole parted. The
pre-cum that was hiding inside Brett's cock slit was forced out and
dribbled inside Derek's hole. As the foreskin was finally moved enough to
expose the entire cockhead – putting just the head of Brett's cock
inside Derek – both boys moaned in unison. Brett's asshole involuntarily
squeezed shut as the boys moaned. And then it relaxed again. The sensation
of the hot water caressing his hole, then a momentary pause, then hot water
lapping at his sensitive hole again caused Brett to make the motions as if
he were moaning a second time. But no sound came out; his lips parted, his
lungs expelled air, but it was a silent exhibition of the sensations he was
feeling.

Brett's cock continued its determined drive into Derek's asshole as the
jets continued to push Derek further down. The muscles inside Derek parted
as Brett's cockhead penetrated inside. Derek could feel the girth as his
hole was stretched open. And Brett could feel the tight pressure on his
cockhead as it slowly slid into his lover. Further and further Brett's cock
was driven into Derek on a steady, teasingly slow pace.

As the ridge of Brett's cockhead, where his foreskin had been forced to
gather, finally penetrated Derek, the boys moaned in unison again. Again,
Brett experienced the involuntary closing and opening of his hole, followed
by the silent moan of ecstasy from the sensation. The jets of water
continued the slow downward slide of Derek's body. And Derek tried to will
Brett's cockhead to move closer to his spot - the spot that gave Derek so
much pleasure when Brett's cock hit it just right.

Brett could feel Derek's ballsac, which until now had weighed heavily on
either side of the base of his cock with hot, heavy pressure on his own
balls, begin to tighten ever so slightly. This caused Derek's balls to
begin their slow journey closer to his body as the anticipation of Brett's
cockhead hitting his spot heightened his arousal.

Over the next fifteen minutes, the new jets of water continued a constant
assault on Derek's shoulders. Derek's asshole continued to slowly swallow
Brett's cock as Derek and Brett were pushed closer together. All but a half
inch of Brett's cock had penetrated Derek now. Derek's ball sac, which had
been battered by the heat and hanging so low, was now almost tight up
against his body. And Derek was almost beside himself with anticipation of
his spot finally being touched by his lover's cockhead. As Brett's cock
continued to move closer and closer, Derek was so focused on the feeling of
the hot skin of Brett's cock stretching his insides; where his cockhead
was; how hot it felt inside him; how far away it was from hitting his spot;
yet how agonizingly close it was. Derek knew it was just right there only a
few more millimeters and he would be in ecstasy, but not quite yet.

As Brett's cock had slowly made its way into Derek, the boys continued to
moan at each new interval of sensation. Each time this was followed by
Brett's involuntary clenching and unclenching of his hole, and then his
silent moan. Brett realized now that he was not only enjoying the
sensation, but anticipating it. He wanted it to happen. The overheating
prevented him from being able to move his asshole muscle-ring, so he was at
the mercy of whatever senses were involuntary causing him to tighten and
relax his asshole muscle. So he waited and anticipated each incremental
movement of his cockhead driving deeper inside his lover. When he would
feel himself and Derek about to moan in unison, he would shift his focus to
his asshole, concentrating on making the most of the sensations not wanting
it to end.

While the boys were certainly focused on their individual sensations, what
was happening to their partner was not lost on them. The ceremony had
somehow connected them in a way they could not have imagined. Brett knew
that he was so close to Derek's spot and he sensed how desperate Derek was
for him to go deeper. And Derek could sense Brett's new sensations. He
could feel Brett's second silent moans and knew from personal experience
how blissful the feelings on Brett's asshole were making him feel.

And then the jets stopped. The water pouring from the rock-face with the
first stone continued to flow, but the new jets – the ones that had
given the boys so much pleasure in uniting them – had stopped. A wave of
disappointment swept over both boys. Brett lamented the loss of the new
sensations in his asshole. He desperately tried to squeeze his asshole
closed to recreate the feeling but could not. And Derek, poor Derek;
Brett's cockhead was so close. Just a little bit more and Derek knew Brett
would hit his spot.

In desperation, Derek lifted his hand and tried to push against the rock to
push himself down all the way onto Brett's cock. But his muscles were too
weak; he didn't move one bit. Frantic with pent up sexual tension, his hand
wildly flailed around looking for the third spherical stone. He found it
and aimlessly tried to find the final hole in the rock. After a good two
minutes of searching he found it; placed the stone into the hole; and moved
it around until the flat part was aligned with the rock-face surface.

A mixture of relief, anxiety, and anticipation swept over the boys. They
had no idea what was to come next, but they both knew they could not stay
on the edge of completion like this. But they should have predicted it
would not come quickly. Just like with the two previous stones, nothing
happened. Their heart rates synchronized again; they inhaled and exhaled in
opposite patterns again, and they heard nothing except their slow shallow
breathing and the rushing water that practically trapped them against the
rock with its muscle-sapping heat. They stayed like that for a little over
five minutes; the boys were focused on each again. Shared thoughts were
running through their minds – how happy each was with the other; how
thrilled they were when their lover was happy; random moments they shared
together; when they first met; when they first made love – all these
feeling and thoughts raced by as they reveled in each other.

Then, the third stone kicked in. The jets that were focused on Derek's
shoulders started again with the same persistence and force as before. But
they were joined by a new jet. It came up from below the boys, from in
between Brett's feet. It focused directly on the base of Brett's cock,
which at the angle he was laying, hit straight onto his ball sac. The jet
hit with such pressure that Brett's cock flared upward. And with the jets
pushing on Derek's shoulders, he started to slide downward again.

Within moments, Brett's cock had found its target and was pressing
relentlessly against Derek's spot. Brett loved the full sensation of his
entire cock being hugged tightly within his lover. And Derek, of course,
was elated that his spot was being stimulated. Both boys opened their
mouths at the same time and moaned. Brett's moan was a short passionate
love-making grunt. But Derek's moan was long and low and carnal. As Derek
breathed in, it was raspy. As he breathed out, it was the same long, low,
guttural moan of someone who was in complete rapture and had no control
over it.

But that was not all. At the same time, an additional stream of water was
making some mischief. One final jet of water, a pulse of water really, came
out of the rock and was directed squarely on Brett's exposed asshole. The
first pulse hit just as Brett's cock made its connection deep inside
Derek. It hit right in the middle of Brett's asshole almost as if someone
took their finger and quickly poked at his hole. The sensation was a quick,
sharp jab of water. And immediately Brett knew he was in for a whole new
set of sensations. After the first pulse of water, Brett's hole clenched
and unclenched very quickly – almost as if it was trying to lap at the
water to take it inside. This rapid muscle spasm caused Brett to let out an
audible moan. It was higher pitched, in a pleading tone, almost begging. It
was the kind of moan where you're not quite sure if they are begging for it
to stop or begging for it to keep going.

The next pulse hit just as Brett's lungs were full of air on his next
breath. The quick spasm of his asshole muscle-ring was all Brett was
focused on. It caused his cock muscle to tighten and flare upward, and his
cockhead to push more against Derek's spot. As Brett exhaled, his pleading
moan echoed off of the rock and filled Derek's ears with a sound he had
never heard Brett make before. At the same time, Derek was on a raspy
inhale. As Brett finished his moan and tried to take in another breath,
Derek's exhale started. The extra spasm of Brett's cock pressing against
his spot caused his deep, guttural moan to fill Brett's ears. He had heard
that sound before and knew that Derek was in for one hell of an orgasm.

The jet that pulsed against Brett's hole was relentless. Its pace was in
tune with the boys' breathing patterns. Just as Brett was recovering from
the prior pulse hammering his hole and he filled his lungs with air, the
next pulse stabbed at his asshole. Each time the effect was the same. His
cock would spasm causing his cockhead to press harder against Derek's
spot. And each time the boys moaned with the sensations. First you'd hear
Brett's pleading moan, then you'd hear Derek's animalistic response;
another pulse of water would hit, then Brett's plea again, then Derek's
throaty reply.

As the boys filled the air in the remote part of the lake with their
sensual sounds of love-making, the forces that had been working them over
all afternoon were finally approaching their peak. The pace of the pulses
prodding into Brett's asshole never increased; they stayed in the rhythm of
the boys' breathing. But the intensity of the spasms started to
increase. The muscle-ring of Brett's asshole was not used to the pounding
it was getting. So, as each pulse hit Brett, it would bring him a bit
closer to orgasm, prolonging his pleasure as his orgasm slowly built.

Meanwhile, Derek had been on the edge of orgasm after a minute or two of
Brett's cock fully entering him. Derek needed his spot to be hit. But he
needed it to be pounded like Brett's asshole was getting pounded in order
to cum. The constant pressure Brett's cock was putting on his spot was
sensational, but not enough to push him to orgasm. However, he was also
slowly getting closer to orgasm as each spasm started in Brett's asshole,
made its way up his cock and then Brett's cockhead would spasm onto his
spot.

After about fifteen minutes, Brett could feel he was just about there. One
or two more water pulses and he would be sent over the edge. As the next
pulse of water hit him, his asshole spasmed and he knew the next pulse was
going to do it. The spasm rippled up his cock and swept over Derek's spot
as Brett let out his begging, plea-filled moan. He tried to brush his cheek
against Derek to signal that he was about to cum. But Derek knew
already. He was on the edge of cumming as well and he pressed his cheek
against Brett as his guttural moan filled the air.

The next pulse of water slapped at Brett's hole. His asshole closed and
opened in its most intense spasm yet. Brett felt the spasm travel up his
cock along with the first spurt of cum from deep in his balls. His cockhead
flared and pressed deeper inside Derek as the first spurt splashed squarely
onto Derek's spot. Brett's head arched back and he let out his loudest
high-pitched plea yet. Brett's cum spurt put Derek over the edge and his
first spurt shot a stream of cum between the boys' abs. Derek lowered his
head slightly and let out his deepest low-pitched moan he had ever uttered.

The next pulse of water hit Brett and started the next spurt of cum to come
up from his balls. As his second spurt hit Derek's spot, Derek's cock
erupted with his second spurt. The lovers were cumming at the same time,
spurt-for-spurt, groan-for-groan; Brett burying his sperm deep inside his
lover; Derek shooting his sperm between the two of them. As pulse after
pulse of water triggered the next cum shot for each boy, they experienced
orgasm like they hadn't before.

Brett could feel Derek's asshole muscle-ring grab tightly onto his cock
with each shot of cum that came out of Derek's cock. He was sure it had
done that every time they had made love, but Brett had never noticed it
before. Now he did. And Derek could sense that Brett's orgasm was not
starting from his cock and balls like it had always done, but it was
originating from within his asshole. That's the way Derek experienced
orgasm and the notion that his lover could now experience that too added to
his enjoyment.

The pulses of water continued to hit Brett as the boys' ropes of cum
spurted with each spasm from deep within. Somewhere after sixteen or
seventeen cum shots, both boys' loads were fully spent. The lovers' cocks
continued to spasm even though there was no more cum left to drain. The
boys continued to moan in rhythm, but it slowly became softer and quieter
as their orgasms slowly drifted off and their breathing returned back to
normal. Just as Brett thought he could not possibly stand one more pulse of
water hitting his asshole, the pulses stopped. The jets of water forcing
them together stopped. However, the gentle flow of water that had started
with the first stone continued.

Derek's cum had been so substantial that it had seeped to spread between
both boys' chests and abs, practically sealing them together. That,
combined with the final deeper thrusts that Brett's cock made during his
orgasm had truly pressed the lovers together closer than they had ever
been. Separating themselves was going to take some effort.

Brett could no longer tell if his asshole was open or closed his ass was so
raw. But he didn't really care anymore. He was so proud that he was able to
overcome a fear that he had carried with him for so long. His cock was
buried so deep inside Derek that he was certain he had never been that far
inside him before. It was perfect as far as he was concerned. If felt like
it was meant to be there.

Derek could feel Brett's cockhead still pushing against his spot. It was
not the intense feeling from before but a warm, comforting feeling. Derek
knew his spot was drenched in Brett's cum deep inside him. And his asshole
muscle-ring continued to hold tight to Brett's cock. It felt like Brett was
deeper inside him than he had ever been. But it felt right to Derek, like
it was meant to be there.

After several minutes, the boys realized the ceremony was over. And a quiet
calmness surrounded them; the only sounds they heard were the flowing water
and their own breathing. The closeness they felt both physically and
spiritually had never been stronger. They both came to a simultaneous
realization that they were meant to be together and after the bonding they
just went through, there was nothing that was ever going to drive them
apart. It wasn't just a feeling that they were meant for each other. It was
a confidence, a certainty that they could rely upon and trust each other
explicitly. All other baggage that other couples continued to carry
throughout their relationships was gone. They were truly one now. With this
new, shared understanding of their relationship, they both drifted off into
a deep sleep.