Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 15:12:08 -0700 From: Mid Isle Subject: Boys of Summer 3 (Although based on true events, the following characters are fictional. If you do not want to read about sex acts between minors, piss off. If you like what you read, e-mail me at mid_isle@hotmail.com Want more? Write, dammit!) [As many of my readership have discovered, I have a policy of replying to nearly all of the e-mail I receive. The only mail I don't respond to is creepy stuff {ie: "I'm a 64 year old man in spagetti strap diapers and I just had an accident. Mmm. Wanna taste?"} Also, I encourage anyone who's written once to not only write again, but to respond to my response.] Chapter 8 Now, twenty minutes is not a long time to many creatures. But for certain insects, I understand, twenty minutes can be a lifetime. The same can be said of teenage boys waiting to taste an older boy's cum. Scott retrieved the second video, and Kevin's secret tape. We all sat around waiting, when after an eternity, the doorbell rang. Scott immediately jumped up and let Bobby in. Bobby had changed out of his uniform, and into khaki shorts and a t-shirt. "Hey guys." Bobby sat down beside me on the couch. "What're we watchin'?" "Lethal Weapon 2." I replied, surreptiously glancing at the area of fabric concealing his package. Scott hit play, and we enjoyed the film. During the scene where Mel Gibson is doing the blond chick, I noticed Bobby carefully, subtlely rubbing himself through his pants. Lucky hand. After the film ended, Bobby stood up, stretched. "So, what's next?" Scott smiled at him. "A special treat." He loaded Kevin's tape into the VCR and set it running. Bobby gaped at the teenaged boys fucking each other's assholes. He whipped around to look at Scott, who was still smiling. "What the..." "Remember last week?" Scott walked over to him. "I just wanted to thank you for letting me help you." Bobby mulled this over for a moment. "So...you want what, exactly?" I walked over. "Oh, I think you know what we want." A smile crossed Bobby's face. "I think I might. I also think I want the four of you undressed. Now." We complied hurriedly. As we undressed, Bobby began to as well, gifting us with the sight of his nine(!) inch tool. I immediately dropped to my knees at the sight of it. My tongue snaked out and ran down its length, head to balls, in one quick motion. Scott kneeled beside me, and began to copy my motions. Bobby's head was thrown back, moaning. Toby and Ricky kneeled behind Bobby and began to give him a double rimjob. "F-fuck." Bobby groaned. "Stop. I'm gonna blow my load." "That's the point." Scott looked up at him, Bobby's balls in his mouth. "Not when I'm not ready to, it isn't." H pushed us away from him. "Now stand up." We did so grudgingly. He then moved over to me and kissed me deeply, his tongue reaching nearly to my tonsils. He then broke and moved to Toby, repeating the process. I felt Scott's hand on my ass, caressing it gently. His finger moved between my cheeks, lightly massaging my hole. Bobby was now kissing Ricky, then moved to Scott. After they had finished, he moved us into a line. He bent down, and began tasting our boy cocks, our balls, our cunts. One at a time, Scott, myself, Toby, Ricky. Finally he stood up and gripped his pecker. "So who wants it first?" Chapter 9 "Fuck me." I said. Bobby moved to me, and kissed me again. He moved me over to an easy chair, and put my left foot on the seat. Scott tossed him the lube, and he began to oil my hole. When he placed his huge, uncut pole inside me, I was amazed that it fit. I secretly wondered if the taste of cum in my mouth was from earlier, or if I was tasting it from the end of Bobby's cock. Toby moved underneath my cock, and began to blow me as Bobby fucked me. This was intense. Bobby began to moan loudly, and as I craned my neck around, I saw Scott feeding his cock into Bobby. Ricky stood on the chair, his little cock in my face. I moved him a little closer, and savored the taste of youth. Eventually, Bobby pulled out of me. "Your turn, Toby." he whispered. We rearranged ourselves, so it was Bobby fucking Toby, Ricky blowing Toby, Toby blowing Scott, which left Bobby's gorgeous ass for myself. I waited until Bobby had gotten his cock as far as he could up Toby (only about halfway, he WAS four years older than Toby, after all.) Before I entered Bobby's pussy. He was looser than Scott, at the time I attributed it to his age. Later, I discovered that as an active bisexual, his girlfriend regularily used a strap-on on him. (But that's a story for a different time.) I used the largeness of his hole to my advantage, grinding my cock deeply inside him. My actions, combined with the tightness of Toby's hole, caused him to groan far more loudly than he had previously, I noted with pleasure. Eventually, we switched again, this time Ricky was fucked, I blew Ricky, who blew Scott, and Toby fucked Bobby as best he could. This time, Bobby began to go over the edge. "Uhhhhhhhh..." he moaned. "You four little sluts get in front of me." He pulled out of Ricky as we fell to our knees before him, awaiting his offering. He screamed, and managed to land part of his load in each of our mouths. We stood up, and shared his gift with each other, making sure that Bobby also got to savor the fruits (no pun intended) of his labour. He then dropped down and blew each of us, bringing us each off in turn. Despite having spent so much already, we managed to reward to reward him with a few drops of boy juice in return. Afterwards, he dressed. He kissed each of us deeply once more, and left his phone number with Scott before he left, saying "Give me a call tomorrow afternoon. I have some friends who'd love to meet and meat you." We made a point of memorizing the number. Chapter 10 At this point it was nearly midnight. Scott's mom and Kevin wern't actually due back until Monday, so we still had an entire day to ourselves tomorrow. Ricky and Toby resolved to go to bed, feeling especially tired afte the day's events. We shared a group kiss, before the two boys crawled into Ricky's bed, holding each other. Scott and I sat on the couch, gently stroking each other's sweat and cum streaked bodies. "Let's have a bath." I suggested, and he readily agreed. Scott's father had collected life insurance policies like old ladies collect coupons, so when he had been killed in a logging accident, Scott, Ricky, and their mom were left with a sizeable inheritance, allowing them to buy a large house with two bathrooms. The upstairs bathroom was equipped with an upright shower, while the downstairs had a bathtub large enough for two. We ran the water into the tub, added a little bubble bath (I don't care what gender or age you are, NOTHING is as relaxing as a bubble bath.), and slid in. We began to kiss and fondle each other, but resolved not to bring each other off, wanting to hold out until tomorrow and Bobby and Bobby's friends. The water caressed our young bodies, relaxing nearly every muscle we had put to hard work today. As we lay there, Scott asked. "Are we queer?" "Well, I still like tits." I replied. "You told Ricky earlier that you still liked girls. I suppose we're bisexual." "Yeah." He snuggled against me. "I guess so. Can you live with that?" "Well, we don't exactly live in the most accepting town on earth. If it became public knowledge, we'd probably end up in the hospital." "Good old double standard." He snorted. "If a chick is openly bi, she immediately becomes popular. A guy says he's bi, and gets his arm broke by the football team." he kissed my chest. "I suppose we'll have to get used to the sight of the back of the closet door." "We could always hang a poster on it." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "I can live with it. I have no problem hiding. You?" "Let see keep a secret, or suffer injury." he picked up a bar of soap and began to lather my chest. "I'm gonna have to take secret for $500 Alex." he sighed. "I'm okay with that." I took the soap from him and reciprocated. "What'd you want to do tomorrow before Bobby and his friends show up?" Scott turned around so I could soap his back. "Well, we could go swimming. We'll have to get more oil, too." The bottle lay empty and discarded on the living room floor. "And the movies have to go back." I handed him the soap and turned around for him to lather my back. "Well, how about this. We go swimming first thing. Just you and me. Say at sunrise." Scott's hand reached my ass. I moved so he could clean it more effectively. "Yeah. I like being with Ricky and Toby, and all. And having Bobby and his pals sounds like fun, but, y'know? We're each other's first, so I guess that makes us boyfriends. So we'll get some us time in." "My thoughts exactly." I turned around and began to shampoo Scott's hair. "So, we'll go swimming by ourselves. On the way back, we'll drop off the movies and pick up some supplies." Scott leaned back, and rinsed his hair off. When he'd rinsed it sufficiently, he began shampooing my hair. "Sound like a plan?" He gave me a gorgeous smile. "Yeah. We'll get back, take care of our, well, 'five 'o clock shadow', " he gently touched where he had shaved earlier, "Wake Ricky and Toby, get them cleaned up, and wait to call Bobby." he took his hands away from my head. "Rinse off." I leaned back, got the soap out of my hair, and sat up again. "We'll leave a note for 'em before we leave. In case they're up before we get back." "But, we won't tell them where on the river we're going." He stood up and climbed out of the tub. "So we can have our private time." I climbed out after him, and we gently toweled down each other. Suddenly he looked into my eyes. "Ron..." he began. looking unsure. "I asked earlier if you thought we were queer, becauase..." he swallowed. "I...I think I'm in love with you." The phrase echoed in my head. Wow. Oh. Wow. How could I respond to this? How did he want me to respond? How did *I* want to respond? These thoughts ran through my head in a nanosecond before I made my choice. I wrapped my arms around him lovingly, held him close, stared into his beautiful brown eyes. "I don't think." I kissed him passionately. "I know."