Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 23:14:55 +0000
From: begmealot@att.net
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 51

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 51"

PART 51: ARROYO BOY

I had my John boy on one arm and my camera on the other, see, and it was
cool.  Just thinking of John when he's not there makes me warm inside, and
there he was, his firm young side pressed close to me and his hand in mine.
I mean, I was getting hot enough to roast marshmallows!  We were totally
alone in a nice, undeveloped part of town with dirt footpaths, so I stopped
and pulled my dude into me and laid one on him, but soft and sweet, nothing
nasty.  We just stood there together, eyes closed, smooching gently,
tasting each other, sniffing like we do, me knowing I wasn't the only one
with a big bone all of a sudden.  Of course, John knew the same thing!  I
had to laugh a little at that, but my boy only held on tighter, his soft
hands going more urgent on the back of my head, and we felt each other's
cocks going at it down below.  I damn near took him right then and there.

But John's mouth slid off mine wetly.  His face nuzzled into my neck.  His
hands moved down my back and settled happily in the small of it, the
sensitive place.  I felt my ass pucker, and that's when John chuckled the
bad boy way he knows so well.  He is a bad boy, see.  Don't let the face
fool you.  Still he held on, and it was way cool with me.  I took the
opportunity to rub my nose in his short, shiny, blond hair.  Man, it smells
nice!  My legs buckled, I guess, because John really grabbed me tight and I
thought we were dancing a second.  Really.  I liked it a lot.  Okay, so
then we kissed some more and cleared our throats and got back on our way,
dicks stiff and drippy in our pants, but so what.

We came to an arroyo named after some dead councilman, right out there in
the middle of nowhere.  I smirked and pointed at the sign with the arroyo's
name and...

"I wonder what he did to deserve this," is all I could think to say, but
John boy gave me one of his sweetest boy grins, see, with rosy dimples and
all.  Oh, my God.  I licked my lips watching him, and he blushed!  After
all this time together, I can still make the dude go red in the face.
Cool.  We were stopped in the middle of the path over the arroyo.  I
stretched and caught some movement out the corner of an eye and looked, and
there, in the arroyo itself, not ten yards off, was some kid taking a piss!

I moved to the rail and raised my camera reflexively, see, and had him in
my sights like that.  His back was to us, but he was about 14.  Fuzzy, red
hair cropped on the sides and longer and bristly on top.  He had a tank top
and real faded old khaki surplus pants hanging low on his hips.  His
skateboard was on its side nearby.  Then his head tilted back in pleasure,
and I saw his smooth, pale young face, and the grin on it, mouth open in
satisfaction.  The kid's back arched and made his body turn a little toward
us, and there was his soft but long skater cock in his hands.  I liked how
he didn't have to open his khakis to get it out, he just had it whipped out
over the top button through his rumpled Boxers.  And, man, the piss was
coming on strong still!

The kid started twirling his dick around so the bright yellow piss made
circles on the cement around the flood that was already there, some of it
splattered all over his sneakers.  My finger lost control and snapped off a
shot.

"Ohmygod," John tried not to laugh.

The kid's head turned slowly toward us, and through the camera I watched as
he processed the picture in his mind: two guys staring at him while he peed
in the arroyo, one of them actually taking pictures!  But after squinting a
little and pursing his small, red lips, he swallowed softly and grinned!
And his head even tilted back fast in greeting...but the best part was
when he turned a little more and let us watch him shake it off!  All boys
are flirts.

"Fuck!" John breathed hard.

"Uh-huh!" I agreed but snapped another pic fast, before the kid could
change his mind or something.  I got it all right there, see.  I only
looked away a second, but then the kid had stowed everything back in his
pants and was on the board again, going back and forth across the curved
arroyo.  John and I were happy to watch.  After a few minutes the boy was
sweating.  Once he fell and rolled, and John and I both felt our nuts
tighten, but it was nothing to the kid.  He got to his feet happily, a
funny little grin on his face, and hiked up his loose pants.

Then, for us or whatever, I don't know, he reached down inside those pants,
under the Boxers even, and gave himself a good, rough scratch in the patch.
I looked at John, who was flushed with excitement, and wrapped an arm
around him to pull him closer so I could kiss him again, and the dude was
mine.  We got lost there a few seconds, and when we looked back the boy in
the arroyo was stopped, his skateboard standing up from the ground and held
in one hand, his other casually on his hip.  His mouth was wide open, head
tilted sideways, and the cute little smile on his face was classic!  It's
like he was thinking, cool, I always heard about guys like that but never
saw any!  Then he went back to skating.

Well, hell, we watched as long as I could take it.  Then I put some fingers
in my mouth and whistled nice and loud to get the kid's attention, and he
almost fell!  He looked at us and waved, and I waved back, but then my wave
curled into a gesture for him to come here.  I don't know what I was
thinking, but John made a disgusted sound and punched me gently in the
side.  I didn't see John dragging me off, though, did I?  No, sir.  Anyway,
the skater boy came trotting along, then slower up the embankment onto the
footpath, and he stopped there in front of us.  He was flushed, too, with
sweat all over his face and arms and neck, and his chest was heaving a
little under the sticky, sweat-stained tank top.  I don't know if he knew
what he did to me right then when he tugged at his crotch, which was
actually right under his exposed underpants and the almost-torn-off button
of his khakis.  He had beautiful, damp, downy red tufts of hair on his
lower belly!  Yeah, fuck me!

"Hey," he panted and swallowed hard, catching his breath.  "I like it out
here.  Usually I'm alone, and it's nice."

"Come on, Tray, let's go," John said, and the kid looked surprised.

"No, uh...OH!  Sorry!  I didn't mean it that way, I just meant...usually.
You know.  I'm not a loner or nothing."  He stopped, and I was about to
introduce myself, but: "You're Tray, I know," the kid went on, reaching out
to shake my hand!  I took his wet hand in my dry one and held on a little
tight, I guess, but fuck it.  He went a little nervous.  His mouth dropped.
"I'm...Landon."

"Cool," I actually said.  I swear the poor kid knew every filthy thought in
my perverted head just then!  "This is my lover, John."  They shook hands,
faster.  John boy was beside himself.

"Cool," Landon grinned.  "So...have you always been gay?"

"More or less," I said.

Landon nodded his head, real friendly.  "I've never had sex."  John looked
at me, agape, and Landon laughed.  "No, I mean...God, I'm so stupid
sometimes.  I didn't mean nothing.  Just...well...you know...I know I'm
straight, but I never actually did it with a girl or anyone.  Like you knew
before you did it with other guys.  Right?"

"Right," John and I blurted together, but I had to know something so I
asked, "How can you be so friendly and open and cute as hell and not get
laid?  With a girl, I mean?"

Landon was incredulous.  "Are you kidding?  You know how girls are!
Right?"

"We've heard," John said smoothly.

"Ohhhhhh," Landon nodded, thoughtful.

"My little bro bats both ways," I added, and THAT blew Landon's mind!

"Really," is all the kid got out.  He licked his lips slowly.

There was this cool silence for a while, until Landon looked at the ground
and turned his eyes up at us, like he had a secret and wanted to tell.
"Follow me, dudes," he said, turning and making his way back down into the
arroyo.  John and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows, and then
we were right behind Landon.

It must have been a half-mile down the arroyo when Landon slowed and
squinted, but not from the sun.  His little lips twisted in worry about
something, but then they spread out in decision.  He shrugged, and his eyes
sparkled.  "Over here," he grinned and climbed up the concrete wall to the
edge of the woods.  I couldn't see past the trees and stuff, but Landon
bent and cleared a path with his hands and body, and hell, John and I just
followed.

We came to a small clearing with no paths visible, but it was nice.  The
sun came down indirectly, through layers of branches and leaves, and the
ground was dirt but not dirty.  Does that make sense?  Anyway, Landon held
out his arms and turned to show it to us, a funny look on his cute, young
face.

"This is my place," he said simply.  "Where I come to be alone sometimes.
No one else has ever seen it."

"It's beautiful," John whispered.

"What do you do here?" I wanted to know.

"Nothing much, mostly think, kick back, whatever," Landon said, only, his
eyes went down on the whatever part.  "Sometimes I...I think
about...girls...but I wouldn't ever bring one here."

"Why's that?" John asked gently, that sweet boy way he has.  Landon looked
him right in the eye and said matter-of-factly...

"No girl would understand what it means to me."

"Yeah," I nodded.  I stripped off my shirt and wrapped it around my waist,
tucking it in my jeans.  Landon's eyes flicked up and down my naked chest,
then he cleared his throat and looked away.

"What's it like?" Landon asked suddenly, embarrassed.

"What?" I wondered.

"You know...sex."  Landon was studying the ground.

"Welllllll," I started, "it's better than a wet dream, if you've ever had
one of those."

He looked up fast, excited.  "Yeah, I thought so!" he said triumphantly, as
if it was how he always thought it would be.

"But you can't really know how much better..." John began, and I
finished...

"Unless you go for it."

That's when I lost control, see.  I'm sorry, but hearing myself say those
words, go for it, I just had to!  I took a step closer to Landon, who
watched me innocently, totally clueless what was about to go down, and
slipped a hand up under his tank top to stroke his smooth skater chest.
Landon gasped once and tensed, and I felt his entire body shiver at first
contact.  As my hand moved into his dripping wet armpit, the kid sucked in
a breath of pleasure, his eyelids drooping and his tongue coming out
between his tight little lips and making them shine with his spit.

John joined me from behind Landon, wrapping one arm around the kid's waist
and firmly squeezing the hot teenage dude's ass with the other!

"Oh, man, oh, man, that's nice!" Landon sighed.  His mouth stayed open and
went wide in ecstasy.  I pulled his tank top off over his head, and his
eyes opened and looked at me, half-scared, half-grateful.

"I know," is all I could say, and he swallowed and sighed again.  The poor
boy's khakis trapped a long, hard bulge across his thigh, and at the end of
it was a big, dark, wet stain.  His legs were spread for balance, but even
so, when I grabbed him between the legs and played with those hot, pent-up,
virgin balls, Landon sagged into John's arms and moaned deeply!  Fuck,
yeah!  That's what I like to hear!

I tore open the dude's pants and pushed them roughly down to his ankles,
and his Boxers were soaked all the way up from where his cock would
normally hang loose to where it now stood tall and proud, flapping
feverishly against his underpants.  I bent and licked one of his perky
nipples, and the way his whole body spazzed like I'd shocked him made my
own dick throb and gush sticky stuff out into the inside of my own pants!

I continued to torture Landon that way, my tongue on his bare chest,
licking and sucking his nipples and making his skin drippy wet all over,
biting him sometimes, slurping, my God, whatever my twisted fag head
wanted!  John pushed Landon's arms up so his pits were slick and prone for
me, and I took them all the way nasty!  I licked and sniffed and tried to
eat the suckers, and Landon writhed in my lover's arms, moaning, groaning,
gasping, panting, and finally screaming in joy!

"Take off all your clothes," I directed the kid, and he staggered when John
let go but blinked and did as I said.  John and I were naked before Landon
dropped his second sock on the ground and stood there in his adolescent
splendor, waiting for us to show him what was next.  "Get ready, kid," I
said huskily, "because no one's gonna be there to catch you if you fall."

I grabbed John boy and pulled him into me, and we stood there a minute
entwined and sucked face as I assume Landon watched.  Finally I knelt and
pulled John with me, and together we grabbed Landon by his ass cheeks and
tugged him close to us.  I smiled to John and cocked my head toward
Landon's privates, which jumped in anticipation of the thrills to come!  A
stream of clear boy stuff gushed out of Landon's cock head, and I pushed
John's face toward it.

John needed no more prodding.  His tongue flicked out and caught the stud
juice, sucking it all up and then teasing the flared red head of Landon's
prick so that the kid really damn near fell on his ass!  Naturally I needed
a taste, so I buried my nose in the dude's nuts and sniffed in his funky,
youthful male scent, all sweaty and salty and bursting with cum and
testosterone!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH!" Landon cut loose, hoarse and throaty.
Then, more clearly, "Uhgod I'm gonna...!!!!"

"Drink it, John!" I shouted deliriously, and John went down on Landon for
real, just in time, because I stood up fast to press my cock into the
dude's butt crack and hold on while his body coiled and tensed to the
snapping point and then held that way for five seconds before I felt a
flood of inner heat explode out of him, and he shook and throbbed
everywhere, and I heard John choking and coughing, and then it came out:

The long, totally manly, lustful growl of first release, that sound a man
only makes once in his life, the one that leaves him completely wracked and
sobbing for air and so dazed that he's not sure he's awake or conscious or
whatever, but so the fuck what, let it go on forever!  Landon's orgasm went
on and on, and John sucked it all down, his own throat vibrating around the
big meat stuffed into it, still coughing from the twitching thing it was
still satisfying!

When John stood up, his legs were shaky, his eyes glassy, but the cutest,
sexiest little spunk-dripping smile covered his cocksucker mouth!  I licked
the creamy mess off his mouth and kissed him full on, and he coughed again,
only, that time I tasted more of Landon's load!  Damn, it was good!

"I'll do anything you want," I heard Landon whisper.  "I don't care if it
means I'm gay, too, I'll..."

"It doesn't," I assured him, and with that Landon's eyes drooped again and
he hit his knees.  He had my pants open and my pecker out before I knew it,
and...

"JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!" I grunted because his bottom lip slammed into my nut
sac and his top lip tickled my pubes and the breath from his nose riled my
tender belly since that's the only way he could breathe with my pecker down
his throat!  The part that made me real dizzy was the sound of determined
cocksucking, Landon's pure desire to satisfy another dude because it was
only fair, right?

When I saw John's face appear next to Landon's, both of them on their knees
before me, I just about blew the big wad but held on to it tight.  Sort of.
Really I have no idea how I didn't squirt.  John put his fingers around my
cock and moved them softly with the steady rhythm of Landon's lips, which
were drooling all over the place and dripping streams of spit down to the
dirt, and some on both boys' knees.  But when my lover boy opened his eyes
and watched Landon's intentness a few seconds and grinned gently before
leaning closer to the skater kid and licking some sweat off his fevered
cheek, well, fuck it, I barely had time to croak before it blew...

"COMIN!  UHHHHHH!"

I almost passed out as the flood started, and I felt Landon's fingernails
dig into my butt and heard him choking on the shaking thing that he forced
down his throat for the whole wild harvest of my seed!  He couldn't breathe
but didn't care!  I was aware of every twitching spray of my sperm into the
kid, partly because of the way his fingernails kept pace in the skin of my
rear end.

My eyes opened but saw nothing but light at first, then I looked down and
noticed my sweat dripping onto two upturned faces, only Landon's mouth was
still around the inflamed head of my penis so just his eyes sought my
approval, and I saw his nose had made a mess of his face and my pubes but
it simply made me throb harder!

They both stood up and swayed so I took them in my arms.  We stood there a
moment that way, overwhelmed and shaking and radiating intense heat, and
all of us were still rock hard.  I easily worked John's pants open and slid
my hand under his Jockeys and loved the slickness of his excitement.  It
was still oozing out.  There was a tree nearby, and I knelt between my man
and the tree and pulled down his pants and got a whiff of his overworked
aroma.

Well, fuck, I started sucking, and John stumbled a step but was caught and
steadied fast by Landon's firm boyhood behind him.  John's breathing
quickened.  I knew he was about to explode into me, but still the force of
it startled me!  If his dick hadn't been in my mouth, the first volley of
jiz he cut loose would have flown ten feet easy!  It went on and on, only,
John never made a sound, he just went steely all over and bucked his hips
toward me and let it all fly.  The sweetness of John boy's cum never ceases
to amaze me, and I drank it down hoping there'd be no end.

I stood fast and kissed Landon without warning, full-on and wet and nasty
so he got some of my lover's seed to taste with my spit, and when I finally
let the poor kid go he had this totally shocked, wide-eyed gape going that
was classic!

"Oh!" is all he said, though, until John turned just his head, because he
was still in the skater dude's arms, and let the boy have a gentler,
breathless, post-blowjob lip action thing, I don't know how to describe it,
see, but it was sweet and sexy as all hell.  I was still up for more.

Landon's prick is as long as mine but thinner and flared wide at the head.
The three of us eased apart slowly and stood in a circle stroking ourselves
and gazing lustfully at the variety of young male sexually stimulated
bodies we have!  Nobody's erection was going anywhere!  I noticed Landon's
eyes kept flicking to John's and my butts, only secret like so when I'd
bust him he'd lick his lips or something and look away.  Finally I grinned
and shook my head and turned and bent over to give the kid a good look,
which he took.  His hand quickened its jacking of his hot boy dick so I
turned toward him and waited for him to put it in my mouth.  He was too
damn horny not to!  The taste was something else.

Landon was groaning when I heard someone hawk spit and stuff up from his
throat, and the next thing I knew John's bad boy was shoved all the way up
my butt!

"OW!" I said, pulling off Landon's cock a second, but it was my fault.  I
taught him, see.

"Oh, yeah, John, fuck him!" Landon moaned.  "Fuck his ass!  OHHHH!  That's
too wild!  Buttfuck him, man!  Oh, yeah, Tray, you like it up the butt,
don't you?  Huh?  What'd you say?"

"Uuughyeah!"

"Yeahhhhh!  Fuck, John, you look so cool putting it to another dude!  I
never really thought about it but this is too wild!  OH!  OH!  OH NO!
UHHHHHHH!"

Cream sprayed all over my face so I collected my wits and swallowed his
cock again to drain the rest, and I knew the feel of my man's dick swelling
and fixing to pop up my guts.

"Go, John boy, go!  Gimme your nut juice, boy!  OH YEESSSSSSS!"

Because John popped his balls then and I felt it good, throb after throb of
studliness inside me .  John was slowing, then pulling out, so I tugged on
his hips til he came to my face and gave it to me to clean off for him
because that's how I like it when he fucks me, only, someone else was
knocking at my back door already!  Landon shoved me hard so my hands landed
on the big tree and...

"Join your lover, John, and hurry," Landon barked.  John bent beside me and
grinned evilly, until there was this loud spitting sound and then all I saw
was John's face turn deep red and break out in outraged sweat, and I
cracked up!  Landon fucked my boy and fingered my wet, spunk-dripping hole
at the same time!  Man, the skater dude was really pounding John's...

"AI!"  I mean MY ass!  That 14-year-old prick went from John's insides to
mine so fast I never even heard a PLOOP sound!  But damn, the kid had
talent!  I was moaning and groaning like any red-blooded fag with a hot
skater cock up his butt!  Then the dick was out of me again, only he
started slapping my butt harder than fuck!  God, I liked that!  "Okay,
yeah, boy, slap me, slap me harder, slap me rough and wild!"

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!

Oh, my God!  It hurt so bad I was ready to scream!

"Oh damn I wanna come in both of you dudes but I can't so what am I gonna
do?"  Landon begged us.

"Pick a hole and fire!" I ordered him, and the next instant his cock was
planted all the way in me again and his hands held my hips firmly and
somehow John was in front of me and silently begging me to do it to him,
too, so I did it!  I rammed my pecker up his chute, both of us bent over as
we were and me getting balled by this outrageously horny adolescent
skateboarder!

"Don't stop, kid, please!" I beseeched the sexy redheaded dude behind me.

"Oh, don't say that, Tray, you're gonna make me!  OH, MAN, AGAIN!"

Landon's nuts were glued sticky-funky-nasty wet to my cheeks as his big
boner bounced in the tight shaft of my manhood and twitched at least ten
times!  That's adolescence for you!  God!  I heard him gasping for air and
spraying spit from a clenched mouth, and the sounds around me and the
feelings inside me and the smells of Landon and my lover John brought my
nuts to a boil again.

Barely in time, I grabbed John's slick dick in one strong hand and spewed
my seed in him as I jerked his load out of him and onto the tree trunk and
his feet and legs, and all three of us simply howled our asses off!  After
a minute of coming together and howling like crazy guys we all got hoarse
and quieted down.

Our breathing was ragged, all of us shiny with sweat, spit hanging
carelessly from Landon's lips as we parted carefully, and I looked into
Landon's relaxed, satisfied, virile eyes.  He sighed deeply and with his
upper teeth cleaned the spittle from his mouth, and suddenly I wasn't so
satisfied!

I mean, see, I wanted more.

"It's Friday, I know you don't have a job, you're spending the night," I
decided for him.

"Oh, yeah, right," Landon said bleary-eyed, then: "Hey, where's that little
bro you were talking about?"