Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2012 20:27:40 -0400 From: blm33@kc.rr.com Subject: Secrets Of Fouler Slough The following story contains written images of man-on-man sex. If you find that offensive, or if you are underage, DO NOT READ. This is a story of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is strictly coincidental. Secrets of Fouler Slough I heard a distant noise and looked out the opened window of my upstairs bedroom. I saw red dust rising behind a vehicle still nearly a mile from our house. The same warm summer breeze that came through my window was drifting the cloud of dust northward, across our forty acres of corn. I wasn't sure it was mom and dad coming home from grocery shopping until it was less than a quarter mile away. It was them, and I was sporting a big fat boner. I was pissed, but it was my fault for dosing off right after they left for the store and not waking until nine minutes ago. I would have had plenty of time to wank off. The springs in my mattress would squeak with the slightest movement, so I gave up my J.P. session and stuffed junior back in my underwear and went to the upstairs bathroom to splash cold water on my face and neck. That always deflates my raging hard-on. "Wayne! Get down here right now!" "Yeah, maw, I'm coming!" Reading the anger in her voice, I remembered why. I was supposed to wash a big stack of dishes as soon as they left for the store. And worse yet, nearly ever dish we had was dirty, so we couldn't eat until the dishes were cleaned. Once again I wished we weren't so poor, so we could afford more dishes as well as a whole lot of other things. My erection withered fast. I ran down the steps and went straight to the kitchen. "What did I tell you to do before we left? Get busy!" huffed mom. "Yeah, maw, I'm sorry. I fell asleep." Fortunately, mom was seldom as angry as the scowl on her pretty face would suggest. But her pretty face and trim five foot five frame could raise plenty of hell if given enough reason. It goes without saying that we ate supper later than usual...nearly dusk. We had been finished about twenty minutes when the phone rang. As usual, mom answered it. "It's for you, Wayne." I said "Hello" and immediately lowered my voice when I heard Biff's return greeting. He was my buddy, but more than once his shenanigans had nearly gotten us both into trouble. "What's up, Biff?" "Swimming. This hot July weather is getting to me." "This late? It'll be dark in an hour or two." "So what, dude. There's a full moon tonight. How about it, Wayne?" "Where at?" I asked. "A new place. I know you'll like it." "Biff, why can't you tell me where?" "Let it be a surprise, dude. Surprises can be fun." Biff is quite mischievous and sometimes does crazy things, so I was a little leery, but a swim would feel great. "Well..., I guess so. But if I don't know whe... aw heck, just tell me how to get there." "You sound like maybe your mom or dad are listening." "Uh huh." "Okay. Ride your bike to the crossroads. I'll meet you there and we'll go together. Hurry!" "Bye," I said, a little perturbed with my kinky friend, and hung up. "Which one of your friends was that?" quizzed mom. "You've never met him," I said as nonchalantly as I could, even though my parents knew Biff quite well. When Biff said `secret', I smelled trouble. "What are you doing with whoever? You know it's getting late. Is he your age?" "Uh..., he's fourteen too, and he`s...got a miners light and wants to play cards by the light of it. I'm meeting him on my bike," I said. Sometimes I have to lie, but that one was really lame. "That sounds stupid! Are you lying to me?" "Aw let him go, Barbra," dad said. "Teens his age do crazy stuff, but that is a new one, for sure. "Get the heck out of here, Wayne." "Thanks dad," I said cheerfully. He saved my ass again. He's okay!" ********** Now, not fully knowing what Biff had in mind, but eager to swim and cool off, my bicycle wheels were kicking up red road dust as I peddled fast on my old Red Ryder bike, and was winded by the time I reached the crossroads. "It's about time you showed up, Wayne." "Aw shut the fuck up! So where is this mysterious place that's so secretive that you couldn't tell me where on the phone?" "It's a cool place, dude..., follow me. It's about two miles from here." "Those saddle bags look really full. What's in them, Biff?" "That's a secret too. You'll soon find out. If you'll zip it, we'll get there faster. I felt like strangling Biff. I don't like being kept completely in the dark about anything. Furthermore, the bouncing, plus the bicycle seat was getting Junior aroused. I didn't like that either. From the crossroads we took a seldom used route that wasn't kept up very well. The road was becoming more bumpy, and I was becoming more perturbed. "How much farther?" I yelled. "We're practically there now," he said. "We turn here into the woods, but the road is crude and too rough to ride a bike. We'll have to push our bikes." "Hell! This had better be worth it!" I said. "Stop bitching, Wayne. You'll take all the fun out of it." "Fun! You call this fun?" I said as I walked along side of my bike. "Will you just give it a rest, dude?...please!" What choice did I have, turn around and go back home? That's the last thing I wanted to do. So I kept my fucking mouth shut. Biff soon turned off the so-called road and onto a...deer path! I was getting more pissed by the second. What on earth could we do in no mans land, get lost in the woods? Get snake bit or get ticks? About three hundred yards father, I saw something shine brightly at ground level. It silhouetted the black trees, making the dense forest even more eerie. Even the silhouette of the tall grass beside the path looked scary black in the night. I soon realized that the bright light was the moon reflecting on water. Now I knew where we were. Sane people don't swim in that slough water. "Hell! We're in the fucking slough! You dummy! What are we going to do in here?" "Swim." "Biff! Are you out of your mind? There are water moccasins in that water. I'm not going to swim in it." "Bullshit. Snakes don't swim in the main body at night. They hang around in the grass in search of frogs. They won't bite you anyway unless you harass them. And a little sandbar affords us a way to avoid the grass and snakes, and we can lay on it when we're not swimming." "Now that make me feel all warm and fuzzy...NOT! Even if I can get my head around that, I didn't bring a swimsuit." Biff looked at me like I'd lost every brain cell in my head, and then he morphed into laughing so hard that he collapsed on the cool earth along with his bike. "Do... do you see... do you see anyone else here, you silly shit?" "Nude, huh?" "Yeah, dude, nude! No suit! Raw! Damn it man, naaakked!" he yelled, scaring an owl into flight, which in turn scared me. It was spooky as hell out there. Biff rose to his feet and opened one of the saddle bags on his bike. He reached in and held up two cans of beer, smiling like a fool. "We party down, Wayne," he said. He tossed one of the cans of beer to me. I caught it, but wasn't about to open it and get sprayed all over with beer. "You should have handed it to me, butthead." "Sorry. Get undressed while the beer settles down. Last one in is a pussy boy!" I made a growl-like protest. The day temperature had not cooled down much and I was sweating profusely, so I decided to go along with Biff's craziness. I laid my bike down and undressed and piled my cloths, underwear too, on my bicycle. There was hardly enough breeze to cool me even though I was sweating. I heard a splash and looked up to see Biff surfacing from a dive and shaking the water from his long blond hair. How he got undressed that fast, I couldn't figure. "Oh man, this feels really good, Wayne. Hurry up!" I gingerly walked to the water's edge and contemplated. I rationalized that Biff's dive would have scared any snakes away. I waded in and was surprised at how refreshing the water was. I shoved off and swam toward Biff. As a reward, I got a face full of water when he purposely splashed me with his feet. "Biff! You asshole! I'll get you for that!" I yelled, and took off after him. "You weenie!" Biff swam away and I went after him. After several yards, he rolled over on his back and swam. Then he raised his hips, and sticking up like a periscope was the prettiest piece of fully erect man meat I'd ever seen. His impudence pissed me off. "Show off! When I catch up with you, I'm gonna grab that thing and break it off," I said. "Just you wait and see." "Gotta catch me first, dude." Biff kept swimming on his back, and with each stroke his big cock sprung down and up again. The sight of it was beginning to arouse me too. I was mad and determined to make good my threat. I swam harder, and he seemed to be slowing down. I reached out for his foot and grabbed hold. Then I pulled myself forward and grabbed for his cock. I got it and immediately felt the warmth of it and the soft pulsing under the silky skin. A strange unfamiliar feeling swept over me. I had never done anything like that before..., still, I didn't turn loose. "I, uh...I, I'm going to break the damn thing off!" I said. "No you won't. It feels too good in your hand, doesn't it, Wayne?" I immediately let go. He's good at using reverse psychology. Biff turned toward me and paddled right up to me. I saw mischief in his grin. "You got to feel mine, dude. Now I get to feel yours," he said. I wasn't about to let him do that. But before I knew it, Biff's hand reached down and tightly grabbed my hardening cock. Someone else's hand on my jacking tool felt strange, but for some reason, rather exciting. We paddled our feet, both of my hands and Biff's one free hand to keep us in one spot and afloat. I could feel Biff's breath on my face, and he still had hold of my pride and joy. "Would you please let go of my cock, Biff? If you don`t, I'll smack the crap out of you!" I said, even though I would never do that to my very best friend in all the world. "I will if you'll swim back to the bank with me," he said. "Good! Now turn loose and let's go," I said. "Then what?" "A second surprise, buddy boy," he said and swam quickly to where we had gotten in. When Biff waded out and onto the bank, his cock was ridged and swinging wildly from side to side. The damn thing looked like it belonged on a husky seven foot man, and not on his skinny five-foot seven frame. And the moon shining on his cute little buns was, well...interesting. My nearly hard cock began to swell more and soon looked as firm as his. When I got close, I was really shocked to see how long and thick his manhood was. His beat my seven inches by at least two, I guessed, and it was definitely wider too. The sight of it got my testosterone flowing. Big cocks are my greatest fantasy, no matter whose they were. Biff went straight to his bike and got into the saddle bag again and pulled out a plastic zip-lock bag and a lighter. I knew then what the second surprise was, and I was delighted. He got me a fresh beer and handed it to me. I thanked him. "So, this place is your big ol' secret, Biff?" "That's right. If you hadn't had me to follow, I bet you couldn't have found it. That makes it very, very private." "You're right about that. With that hard on you've got, it's a good thing it's private too," I said, and rolled my eyes. "Now what?" "Pull up some cool bank and sit down your hot little butt on it, dude," he said. "This weed will curl your toes." "Good, You know how I like weed. Haven't done weed for weeks. Where'd you get it? Anyone I know?" "Do you seriously think that I'll tell you? Blabbing is what eventually gets somebody busted. Any time you want to buy some, let me know and I'll get it for you. You're still hard, dude." "Shut up! So is yours, showoff. Now my cock begs for attention, thanks to you." "So..., yield." "What do you mean, Biff?" "Whip the fucking mule, dude. Beat off! Jack it! Make it spit gobs of cum. That's what I intend to do." "I...will...not!" I spat. "Afraid the frogs will see you? It's just me, dude, and I'm going to beat off," he said, and grabbed his ridged joy toy and whipped it from side to side, tormenting me. With this report, I could never go soft..., that is, without beating off. A soft light flashed and Biff brought a hand-rolled weed to his mouth and lit it with his lighter. He held the smoke in and scooted right up beside me and offered me the joint. I took it gladly and sucked in a little smoke. I always waste it by coughing if I draw too much in the first time. I instantly knew that it was good stuff. I held it in a while and let it out. Then I took a serious draw and held it till I had to exhale and breath. I listened to the frogs and crickets until I felt the buzz. They sounded loud. I turned my gaze toward the moon. It seemed extra bright and it kind of sucked me into it. I was getting there fast. Weed always breaks down my inhibitions. I barely realized that something brushed the inside of my thigh. I casually looked down and watched as Biff's hand wrapped around my very rigid cock. Numbed out on weed, I just stupidly stared at his hand at first. He started slowly stroking my dick. It felt strange to have another man stroke my dick, but really good too. Then, I grasped a thread of reality. "Biff. What...are you...doing, man?" I stammered like a retard. "Getting you...primed for the next...step, dude." "Next step...what the heck next step?" "This," Biff said, and wile I stared like a manikin, he plunged down and ensconced nearly half of my throbbing manhood with his mouth. I gasped from surprise and the fantastic feeling of his warm mouth. "Biff!...What are you doing? Oh! Oh man! That feels...really good!" "I'm doing what comes...naturally. You've got a real nice cock, Dude." he said, and then went down on me again. At this point, not knowing my ass hole from a hole in the ground, I spontaneously hunched into his warm, soft mouth and let out a long haunting moan. I had never experienced anything like that feeling in my entire life. Biff laid down on his side facing me, and like a blank-O copy cat, I did too. Biff rose and laid down again, this time with his groin across from my head and his head across from my groin. I had barely digested what was happening when Biff slid his pelvis to within about four inches of my face. His cock looked enormous up that close. I was looking down the bottom of his shaft and was amazed by the size of his hairless balls. While I was admiring them, he raised his head and thrust downward hard on my pre-cum oozing cock. I lurched and gasped loudly. Eroticism suddenly coursed through every nerve in my body like electricity. I was being sucked on, and I was liking it...a lot! "Oh Biff! I think you should stop... Oh man! Oh, hell yes. Suck it Biff! Suck the snot out of it! Ooooh yes!" I yelled between spasms of pleasure. Biff pulled off, gasping for air. "I'm doing you, Dude. I'm sucking your cock, man. I put my cock up where you could get to it. Return the favor, Wayne," he said, and then he went down on me again. I don't know if Biff was new at this, but I sure would be if I could get the nerve to do it. But we were closer than brothers, so as I saw it, I owed it to him to participate. Of course the weed gave me courage. I reached out and gingerly grasped his big dick and maneuvered my head up to it. I stared at it hesitantly. `I've got to do this', I said to myself. I closed my eyes and leaned into it. First my tongue on the big head. I tasted something very familiar. It was pre-cum. Hell, I love the taste of my own pre-cum, and his tasted better...or was it because of the weed? With my eyes still closed, I ran my tongue around the flange. Biff grunted. I ventured to put my lips on the big knob and meekly sucked it. That's not so bad, I thought. I can do this. I opened my mouth wide and eased on down. My mouth was full by the time I was halfway to the base. Biff pulled his hips back, and then gave a gentle thrust. I gagged, more from the idea than from chocking on it. Biff moved on to my balls and licked them. I squirmed from the great feeling it gave me. But he wasn't through. He sucked a nut into his mouth. I backed off of him and groaned with pleasure. "Keep on it, dude! Suck that big dick!" Biff insisted. I got back on and started serious stroking with my lips. I was getting a strange feeling of euphoria. I want this! I really want this! I plunged, backed off, plunged again and again. The weed had made me not give a fart about anything except Biff's mouth working my cock and my mouth working his. The harder I sucked, the harder Biff sucked. Time is irrelative when you're buzzed on grass, so I don't know how long we sucked each other before Biff slowed a bit. "I'm about to blow, Wayne! Get ready, dude!" I stopped stroking him. My god, can I do this too," I asked myself. "Don't stop now, dude! Damn it..., suck me hard and deep!" I mentally shut off any reservations and plunged down on his cock as far as I could go. In seconds, I felt his seed surge jerkily along his urethra. His dick head throbbed and warm sweet cum, coming in spurt after spurt poured into my mouth. It tasted fantastic. It was running out of the corners of my mouth, and that set me off. I couldn't warn Biff with a mouthful of his magnificent cock, and I didn't want to give it up just yet. So I just let go and enjoyed every spurt, every twitch of my manhood while groaning loud enough to wake every sleeping creature in the forest and slough. Biff kept sucking, trying to get every last drop of seed I had to give. Then he rolled over onto his back, gasping for air. I gasped too. Everything seemed in limbo. The bloom of ejaculation still glowed. As if by plan, a cool breeze flowed across our sweat drenched bodies. "Wayne?" "Huh?" "You alright?" "I've never been more all right," I said, and gasped for another breath. "That was the most amazing and wonderful thing that I've ever known. How about you?" "It was great for me too. You really had a lot of wad. The next time we come here we'll advance to fucking." "Fucking? Now that is where I'll draw the line!" "Yeah, sure. I'll bet you wouldn't have met me and come here if you'd known we'd be sucking cum from each other`s dicks, right? And then you loved it." "You've got a point. But if we do that other, I will screw you!" I said, emphasizing the word `you'. "We'll see, buddy, we'll see." I didn't like his response because when Biff wants something, he knows how to maneuver to get it. After years of him being my closest friend, I should know. My awareness was slowly returning. In a flash I realized that Biff had planned the whole damn scene. But why, I wondered. "So, this place is supposed to be the big secret, huh?" "Yeah, Wayne. This little acre of paradise is our little secret place to make mad passionate love. You like it?" "It's awesome," I said, and meant it. I looked at my watch, but couldn't tell the time in the darkness. I looked up. "Aw hell! Look where the moon is. It must be really late," I said. "I'll probably catch hell. Gotta go, Biff." "My parents have given up on me;" Biff said with a cocky smile. "If I were your parent, I would have long ago given up on you." "Yeah, yeah. Blab on, Wayne. How about a repeat in a couple of days?" Biff asked. "Sure, if I can wait that long. Let's move!" I said, and pushed off ahead of Biff. At the crossroads we stopped. Biff would go his way and I would go mine. "In a couple of days," I said and peddled off as fast as I could. I parked my bike by the back screen door and went into the porch. When mom heard me open the back door, she was glaring and madder than a hornet. "What do you mean, staying out and doing whatever at this hour of the night?" she barked. "And just what were you doing, Wayne?" "Uh..., riding my bike in the moon light is really nice, maw." "It's stupid, if you ask me. Well, get your butt upstairs and to bed." It wasn't as nearly as much hell as I had expected. I hoped she didn't smell the weed on my breath. Hell, the cum would be even worse! Of course she might not know what cum smells like if her and dad always assume the missionary position to screw. I laid there for who knows how long without sleep. All I could think of was that beautiful big cock of Biff's. I could even visualize it and recall the feeling of warm, delicious cum squirting in my mouth and throat. Some of the taste still lingered. Then I recalled Biff saying that the next time we would fuck. That didn't sound so good. Did he really mean it? I guess I'll just have to wait and see. But my first time was a blast. If you have had experience like in this story, let me know. What was your first time like? I hope you enjoyed my story. Send any comments to blm33@kc.rr.com I will enjoy getting them.