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Seaweed and Snake
Chapter #3
The
By Paul S. Stevens
Three months
had passed since our day trip to
Frankly, getting shot-at last time was still fresh in my mind and I wasn't ready to have another similar incident. Jimbo's memory, on the other hand, leaned more towards our involvement with Miguel, and he was much more willing to forgive and forget the shooting incident if it meant we could work in a hot visit to Miguel's house. He was anxious to see Miguel again and hoped he would be up to another sexy encounter with the old `Seaweed and Snake, Have Cojones, Will Travel'.
Since that time when Miguel opened our eyes to the possibilities of Jimbo and me becoming friends with benefits, Jimbo and I have grown closer together and have had a few incredibly sexy and intimate sessions, re-living the burning hot memories of that fateful day. Even so, as much as we loved it, our sexual encounters together were still rare, and today, we were both getting excited over the possibility of having a repeat performance with Miguel.
After some persuading on his part, Jimbo convinced me that we shouldn't pass up the rare opportunity to go, and we went ahead and talked mom and dad into taking us with them again. We both got excited on the off chance that we could hook up with Miguel, even for a couple of hours since we had no other more pressing matters to attend to.
Before we
left, Jimbo called Miguel's cell number.
He was anxious to surprise him and tell him we were going to be in town
today, but his cell phone went straight to voice mail. Jimbo was about to leave a message when he
realized we were only in the planning stages and opted not to leave a message
yet until our plans were more concrete and we were sure we could meet up. That alone would've been enough for me to
change my mind and abort the plan, but Jimbo talked me into sticking with it
and reminded me how much fun we had the last time we were in
I was a bit more of a realist than Jimbo was, and I think that the highly erotic and romantic memories he had of Miguel was due to the fact that we were being shot at and were on the run for our lives when Miguel stepped in as our savior. Also the thrill of having a younger boy with his own basement lair teaching us a thing or two about sex was titillating and made us feel like we were innocent babes being corrupted by a baby pro. Then, doing a threesome with Miguel was something we'd never done before either. All that was super-exciting and I totally enjoyed it too, but I just saw it for what it was. I think Jimbo and Miguel had a little something more going on between them, although that might only be my imagination. If I didn't know better, I'd think Jimbo was more attracted to Miguel than he was to me. That started to bother me since Jimbo and I have a lot of history together whereas he and Miguel only shared a single two-hour encounter.
It worked out that I had about seventy-five dollars in my wallet and Jimbo had slightly more in his this time around, however, unlike last time, we weren't looking to buy anything. At least I wasn't.
Before we got on the interstate `5' freeway heading south, dad pulled over to get gas for our extended journey. Dad went in to pay for a fill up, but the rest of us went inside the AM/PM Mini-Mart to buy some snacks for the road. I felt it was okay to spend a little right now but made sure I held on to the majority of my cash for any unexpected emergencies.
In addition to the gas station that was situated at the intersection, there was also a small strip-mall behind it with an assortment of businesses making up the corner lot.
Jimbo got a couple of things for himself inside the AM/PM Mini-Mart and then checked out ahead of the rest of us while my parents and I lingered inside the store a bit longer. When Jimbo left the store, we all assumed he went back out to the car to wait for us. I wondered why Jimbo was in such a hurry to leave the cool air-conditioned comfort of the store so soon. I enjoyed browsing through the vast array of treats and snacks. There was just too much good stuff to choose from in the snack aisle and we all took our time checking out everything. I was being careful with my choices since I was probably going to have to pay for my snacks with my own money and I didn't want to spend too much right now. My mom had the hardest time deciding what she wanted and took the longest to make up her mind. Once she was happy with her choices, dad surprisingly bought the snacks for all three of us and then paid fifty dollars for a fill-up, which was what he originally went in for. When the three of us finally came out of the store together, Jimbo was standing at the car and had already begun pumping the gasoline for us. Once Jimbo dispensed all fifty dollars, we were officially on our way.
While mom and dad had their own mundane conversation going on between them in the front seat, Jimbo and I kept our voices low and had our own private conversation in the back. Between that and the engine noise, we were able to speak in hushed tones with a modicum of safety.
When we finally got on the freeway, I asked Jimbo what snacks he got and he answered my question by pulling out two small bags from his pocket.
"I got a couple of Slim-Jim's and a bag of M&M Peanut..." Jimbo slyly answered as he showed me what was in his small brown paper bag. "And this," he added as he proudly opening the second black plastic bag as he silently had me peer inside.
Within the sexy contents of the second bag was an economy six-pack of Trojan condoms, a dozen single use 10 ml. `Wet' lube foil packets, a pack of four small super soft and ultra-stretchy silicone erection keeping cockrings, and a yellow bottle that was no bigger than my thumb, with the word `Rush' on it in bold red letters.
I instantly knew that while my parents and I were occupied with picking out our favorite snacks for our trip in the AM/PM Mini-Mart, Jimbo had slipped over to the small strip-mall behind the station and obtained this little bag of unmentionable paraphernalia from `Mike's Hip-Pocket Adult Book Store and Video' located behind the gas station.
Even though we weren't really old enough to enter Mike's book store, we visited the unique store often. We looked and acted old enough, and the clerk at the counter got to know us pretty well after a while. He was pretty cool to us and would pretend to forget to check our I.D. at the door if we agreed to stay away from the video booths and not hang around too long and arouse suspicion. Of course, we were pretty cool about it too and always bought something on our way out.
"What is that thing?" I asked quietly, pointing at the little yellow bottle.
"I'm not sure," Jimbo confessed, using his softest voice to answer. "The little bugger was expensive too. Mike was just putting out a fresh shipment of them on the shelf when I walked in. I asked him what they were, and he said they're called `poppers'. It aroused my curiosity and I couldn't resist buying one once Mike explained to me what it does and how you use it."
"Oh, cool," I said. "So, tell me about it?"
"Shh...," he whispered. "Not here, dude! Let me just say, according to Mike, it will put us in the big leagues."
"Sounds hot," I paused, lowering my voice some more. "Apparently, you're expecting us to have quite a wild time at Miguel's, if you know what I mean."
Jimbo didn't bother to deny it, he just grinned. It was now evident exactly what was fixated on Jimbo's horny thoughts. When it came to sex, Jimbo had a one track mind. I do too, to a degree, but I wouldn't have thought of buying anything from Mike's Hip Pock the way Jimbo just had. I thought about the items that I saw in Jimbo's bag and had a pretty good idea about what he had in mind to do at Miguel's place and I was interested in finding out what the `Rush' bottle was all about. I was a little concerned about what we might be getting ourselves into. Even though I didn't know exactly what `poppers' were, I'd heard that they were a popular thing kids did at rave parties and I didn't want to be getting hooked on something that might be drug related or potentially addictive.
In the meantime, we talked back and fourth about some of the reasons
why Miguel didn't answer his phone when we called earlier and contemplated if
we should just show up at his door or not.
We discussed all the reasons why that might be a bad idea. We hadn't even met his dad yet and meeting
him for the first time at the front door of their
As we were busy talking and planning, we started
having some car trouble. We had been on
the road for quite a while and I tried to determine just where we were. It turned out that we had driven as far as
the city of
As we drove, we prayed that something would present
itself so we could get help while the car was still able to run. My dad's keen eye and knowledge of the auto
repair business helped him zero in on a place that seemed to be tailor made to
order for our situation. Coming up on
the next intersection was `
"Well, it doesn't look like we're going to make it to
"It's a good thing that this happened while we were still on the
At first, I thought my dad's statement was a little racist, but then I
remembered getting shot-at in
We drove into the shop and stayed in the car while my dad got the attention of the supervisor. They both looked under the hood for a minute and the supervisor then arranged for one of his top mechanics to begin work on it right away.
Dad signed the work order and the manager gave my dad a modest completion time of four hours.
The waiting room was full of customers who were all waiting for their vehicles, just like we were, and at that moment in time, there was standing room only.
We all waited in the car for about twenty more minutes until we had to get out and let the mechanic hoist the car onto the lift to begin the job. While we waited, Jimbo and I began our campaign to let us go do something. We used the argument that the repair job was going to take four hours and we were still on our side of the border. We also used the argument that the waiting room was a terrible place to have to remain standing for four hours. While I was still in negotiations with my mom and dad inside the car, Jimbo stepped out and called Miguel once more on his cell phone.
A couple of minutes later, Jimbo returned with his news.
"I just
called Miguel," Jimbo said to all three of us.
"He's with his mom today at their
"Who is this Miguel guy?" my mom asked.
"Where do you know him from?" my dad asked.
"He's our friend," Jimbo answered.
"We met him
in
"So, he's a stranger then," my mom surmised.
"Everyone is a stranger until you meet them, aren't they?" I questioned.
"Don't get smart with me, young man," my mom said, getting angry.
"I'm not," I said calmly. "They just offered all of us a wonderful alternative to having to endure waiting here for the next four hours doing nothing. You should be thrilled."
"Thrilled? We don't even know them," my dad piped in.
"So then you don't want to go?" I asked.
"I don't think so," my mom said in a melodic voice.
"Why not?" I said. "What's going on here that's better than an invitation to do virtually anything you want just a couple of miles away?"
"Your mom's right," my dad said to me. "It's just not right."
"Then can Jimbo and I go?" I asked.
"Hell no," my mom responded instantaneously.
"Why not?" I questioned again. "We're old enough now to do stuff on our own. We've got enough money to pay for a cab to get there. We all have cell phones to keep in touch, for emergencies and stuff. All the bases are covered. Please. We can do this!"
"Okay,
Doll," my dad sadly turned and lamented to my mom. "Let the kids go if that's what they want to
do. If it's not that far, they should be
fine. When the car is done, we can go pick
them up from this Miguel guy's house.
Then we'll decide if we still what to go to
Then my dad turned to us and continued.
"I'm with your mother about this though," he said. "We should stick together as a family, but if this is your choice, then fine. Go!"
"Remember, you were invited too," I said.
My dad just gave me a dirty look and I thanked him for allowing us to go.
I didn't like the way it ended with my mom and dad, but we did get our permission to go and it looked like things were going to work out for us after all.
Once again, Jimbo took things into his own hands and
called us a cab to take us from `Border
Auto Repair & Tire Center' to Miguel's house on
Once we pulled away from the auto repair shop, I suddenly felt trapped. The anxiety of riding in the back of a cab again came flooding back to me and I started to breathe heavily. Jimbo noticed my abrupt change in moods and asked what was wrong.
"Snake," Jimbo asked. "Are you okay? You seem to be panicking. What is it, dude?"
"It's being inside a cab again," I said. "I'm all right though. Thanks."
Jimbo squirmed in his seat a little bit and yanked at his crotch.
"How about you, Seaweed?" I asked. "You look uncomfortable."
"My boner is stuck in my underwear," he whispered.
"You got a boner at a time like this?" I whispered back.
"Hell yeah," he confirmed. "I've had this boner since I went inside Mike's. I can't get rid of it. It's been hard for so long, I'm starting to get blue balls, man. It doesn't feel so nice."
Luckily, the cab ride was short and as soon as the driver pulled up in front of Miguel's house, Jimbo and I jumped out. I was thankful that we arrived safely without the hostility of gunfire breaking out. Jimbo and I shared the cab fare between us. We paid the man, thanked him and then watched the cabby drive away.
I got butterflies in my stomach from the prospect of meeting Miguel's mother for the first time. I wondered how we were going to explain to her why we were going to need a couple of hours of private, undisturbed alone time with her son. Even though I was worried about that, I started to get a boner anyway. The prospect of getting down to a threesome with Miguel and Jimbo suddenly overwhelmed my senses.
Jimbo walked ahead of me to Miguel's front door and rang the doorbell without hesitation. Now both of us had rock hard boners we were trying to hide. Jimbo was about as excited as Jimbo ever gets. I was just as excited to see Miguel as Jimbo was. I just had a lot of other things on my mind that was causing me apprehension that Jimbo thought nothing of.
Miguel was expecting us and he answered the door right away. I was expecting to have to meet his mother at the door and endure an interrogation of who we were, when did we meet and how, and what was our intentions toward her son. The fact that she didn't answer the door herself meant we were only postponing the inevitable.
Miguel invited us in right away and looked around outside for anyone who might have been watching. Jimbo and I arriving by cab might spark some neighbor's curiosity, but Miguel was most concerned that someone might have witnessed him let us into the house. Once it looked like all was copasetic, he closed the door and then gave us both a hug.
"My mother is at work until
"Were you expecting anyone else?" I asked, expecting him to lock the door.
"Oh, that," Miguel answered, not really understanding my meaning. "I was checking to see if any of the neighbors saw you come in. My Mother worries about leaving me home alone. She asked all the neighbors to look out for me, so they're always watching what I do."
"Oh man," Jimbo exclaimed. "I don't think I'd like my neighbors spying on me like that."
"It's okay," Miguel said. "It makes me feel safer most of the
time. Because of it, I don't have much
of a private life, at least when I'm here.
I prefer to spend all my time here in my room if I can and avoid dealing
with any of the neighbors. It's not like
the
Miguel escorted us downstairs into the basement. By this time, leaving the front door unlocked
seemed unimportant. As we followed him
down, I experienced a moment of déjŕ vu.
I flashed back to Miguel's downstairs haven back in
"Whoa, that's weird," I exclaimed as I looked around.
"Oh, yeah," Miguel acknowledged. "I should've warned you. My dad and I used the same blueprints when we
built my two rooms. After we built the
first one, here in the
"Well, I feel right at home," Jimbo commented as we made ourselves comfortable.
"I didn't know you'd be home alone," I said. "I'm glad my mom and dad decided to wait for the car at the shop. It would have been awkward to have them be upstairs alone while your mom was at work and we were down here doing... well, you know!"
"Know what?" Miguel teased.
"This!" Jimbo answered, as he pulled the small black plastic bag he had obtained from `Mike's Hip Pocket' and dumped the contents out on top of Miguel's bed.
"What?" Miguel questioned. "That looks like sex stuff. Is that all you think of me as, your sex slave?"
"Well... but... what?" Jimbo stammered. "I've had this boner all day, man! What do I do now?"
"I'm just fucking with you, Seaweed," Miguel laughed. "From the time I found out you were coming, I got this mean, flipping hardon just waiting for you two to get here, see!"
Miguel faced us and pressed his shorts against his boner so the outline would clearly show through the fabric of his shorts, erotically displaying his wicked rod of steel. Jimbo did the same thing, proving he still had his boner, and since I still had mine, I joined in, creating a three-way exhibition.
"Cool! We're going to have some fun today!" Miguel said.
We had already displayed our boners to each other and even though it was through our clothes, the process of steering our attention toward sex had begun. Miguel casually removed his shirt, and dropped his shorts and briefs to the floor, effortlessly stripping naked in seconds, displaying zero inhibitions as he disrobed. Jimbo and I followed Miguel's lead, stripping down as well. Jimbo tried to make it look as laid-back as Miguel did, but the truth was, he was desperate to release his aching boner out from under the confines of his tight pants.
Now that all three of us were sporting our rock hard maleness, we kind of froze in place in an awkward moment of uneasiness as we scanned each other's bodies like we'd never seen each other naked before.
"Welcome to my den of seduction, Seaweed and Snake, my two naked and horny friends," Miguel announced. "Mi Casa – sue casa. Let's fuck!"
"Wow! You're even bolder now than you were last time we were together," I observed.
"Not really," Miguel confessed. "It's just that I always wanted to say that, and it seemed like the perfect time to say it. I don't know how long you can spend with me today, but I want to spend every possible moment of it naked. Who knows how long it will be until we can see each other again, so let's not waste any time."
Miguel looked over the goodies that Jimbo had spread out over the bed.
"I see that you brought us a bottle of poppers to share," Miguel continued. "Ever since I've seen them use poppers in popper porn videos, I've wanted to try them."
"You know about this stuff?" Jimbo questioned.
"Yeah, kinda," he answered.
"You told me that Mike explained to you how to use it," I said to Jimbo. "What did he say?"
"He said that before you cum, you inhale it," he replied.
"That's it?" I questioned.
"Well yeah," he said. "That's pretty much it, basically."
"You guys are so clueless," Miguel said. "There's a real technique to doing it right. It's a one handed method I've seen done a dozen times in popper porn videos."
Miguel picked up the small unopened bottle from on top of his bed and used it to demonstrate and explain the procedure.
"In the one-handed method, you hold the bottle firmly between your palm and your fourth and fifth fingers, like this!" Miguel explained, continuing his demonstration using the factory sealed bottle. "You hold the bottle tightly while you unscrew the cap with your thumb and index finger. Once opened, cradle the cap around your index finger as a temporary holding spot. Once you're holding the bottle firmly with the cap off, you bring the bottle to your left nostril. You make a seal around your nostril with the top of the bottle while you gently squeeze the opposite nostril closed with your thumb. Then you inhale the fumes deeply and then hold your breath a little before exhaling. As soon as you do that, you immediately repeat the same process on the opposite nostril. As soon as you've done both nostrils, quickly replace the cap back on the bottle as to not waste any of the precious contents that evaporates and dissipates very quickly.
"Very interesting indeed," I said, being a little dubious. "It's what happens after you administer the dose that I'm wondering about."
"I can't wait to try it," Jimbo stated, having no concerns at all about any of it.
I felt a little strange as we stood naked together listening to Miguel explain the finer points of the art of inhaling poppers. Having watched several guys use poppers in porn videos didn't necessarily make Miguel an authority. Since none of us have tried any type of real life poppers before, I kinda felt like I was a party to watching the blind leading the blind.
"I can find a popper video on GAYBOYSTUBE if you want to see one," Miguel offered. "They're pretty hot!"
"No thanks," Jimbo piped in. "I'm ready right now! I'd rather see for myself, first hand what its going to be like. I'd much rather share the experience with my friends than watch some stranger do it in a porn video. Since I bought that little bottle at Mike's, I've been thinking about the three of us sharing it together and spewing our loads all over each other. It's gotten me so hot I'm freaking leaking precum everywhere!"
Miguel and I both looked down at Jimbo's boner, and sure enough, he was totally leaking some serious precum that was strung like a spider's web, emanating from the tip of his dick and stretched all the way down to the floor.
"My god, Seaweed," I praised, "We're going to have to do something about that right now, won't we Miguel?"
Miguel took Jimbo by the hand and I took his other hand, and between the two of us, we escorted Jimbo to Miguel's bed. I let Miguel be in the middle of the three of us as we got comfortable. Since Jimbo was displaying his desire to be with Miguel with such intensity today, I let the two of them start things off.
Miguel seemed to know that Jimbo was especially keen on him as he leaned over and kissed Jimbo right off. It wasn't just an ordinary kiss; it was a long, passionate, `I've missed you' kind of kiss.
That was okay. I wasn't going to get mad or hurt, but the truth was, Jimbo never kissed me like that. In fact, he's never kissed me at all, ever! Even on those rare times when our `friends with benefits' would kick in, he never ever kisses me. Maybe it was the fact that we've known each other for too long and it would be weird for him to start kissing me now. On the other hand, I've never kissed Jimbo either, so what the hell am I getting all worked up for? I guess I'm just confused.
When Miguel finally broke off his lip-lock with Jimbo, he took a deep breath and said, "My boner and I are so glad to see you guys again. I can't believe you're really here," Miguel continued to babble on as he fondled his own foreskin, unable to keep his hands still.
Then, Miguel casually leaned over to my side and kissed me with all the same passion and affection he had kissed Jimbo.
I shouldn't blame Jimbo for what just happened. Miguel kissed Jimbo, not the other way around. The way Miguel was now kissing me, darting his tongue across my sensitive inner region made me understand why Jimbo did not object. It was something brand new that Miguel obviously learned how to do since the time we first met. It reminded me of that sweet, kind, and gentle boy that we both fell in love with who saved our asses and then blew our loads as the three of us made love together.
I was now determined not to take my frustrations out on poor Miguel. The fiery thoughts and mixed signals I was getting was between Jimbo and me. I started to relax a little and began to enjoy myself as I attempted to put aside all the petty jalousies I was feeling. Right now, it was all about Miguel. Any misunderstandings between Jimbo and me could wait for when we were alone. Right now, it was Miguel's time and that's what I needed to focus on.
When Miguel finished his lip-lock with me, he got up, turned around and knelt between Jimbo and me, and he began to go back and forth, sucking Jimbo and then me. He innocently gave us equal attention as things eased between me and my long time buddy. Jimbo had begun to sense a kind of tension start to grow between us and scooted closer to me so he could give me some badly needed attention while Miguel worked the two of us into an aroused state.
Jimbo was an amazing friend and I may have forgotten that for a minute or two. The truth was, I just couldn't stay mad at him. Miguel was becoming a pretty amazing friend as well and in record time, Miguel made Jimbo and me hot and ready to experiment with the goodies Jimbo had bought for the occasion.
Just then, I heard a noise from upstairs. I asked Miguel if he was expecting anyone. Miguel answered, `No', and then we all froze. We all held our breath as we listened for any additional noises. I initially thought it might be Miguel's mom coming home early and we were about to get caught before anything even happened. It was dead silent for about twenty more seconds as we began to think that what I heard was just my imagination. If it was nothing, I didn't want to get dressed and spoil the wonderful mood we were in. Then my heart leapt out of my chest as I saw an unidentified person begin to descend the stairs into Miguel's lair of love and lust.
In a split second, an intruder appeared in front of us. He looked to be about our age or perhaps a little older. We weren't sure if his intentions were hostile or not by his appearance. One thing was certain, he was definitely uninvited. We all froze to assess the situation. The intruder was wearing a sleeveless undershirt, shorts, and high priced shoes. His bare arms and legs were covered with nondescript tattoos making him look older than he was. My first impression was that he was a street thug or perhaps a gang member. He glared at our nakedness and apparent compromised position and got temporarily lost in shock. I had asked Miguel when we first arrived if he was expecting anyone else so whoever he was, his presence was undeniably unexpected.
I couldn't believe it, here we were with Miguel, and once again, we found ourselves in a situation that had us in a hostage type situation. I didn't know what this guy had in mind to do with us, but whatever it was had me wishing I had stayed back at the auto repair shop in the safety and comfort of my family.
End of Chapter #3
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