Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 12:50:29 -0700
From: DARK DRAGON <draconiousnoctem@hotmail.com>
Subject: That Special Summer--Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This story involves teenaged boys engaging in homosexual
activities. Anyone offended by this subject should not read on any further.

Authors' Note: This story is based in fact, with only small changes being
made to make the story more enjoyable for the reader. These events took
place long before the advent of HIV and AIDS. Please do not in any way
interpret this story as an endorsement for unsafe sex. Condoms should always
be used while engaging in any type of sexual activity.

Any comments, suggestions, or criticisms should be sent directly to the
author at
THE_DARK_DRAGON@SANGUINARIUM.ZZN.COM.

"That Special Summer"
Chapter 3
...And Bobby Makes Three


When I awoke in the morning, George's head was still on my chest.
Apparently, we were so worn out from our wild night of sex, that neither of
us had moved after we fell asleep. I laid there, just enjoying the feel of
his body on mine. I realized after just a few minutes that my penis was rock
hard and I needed to piss bad. The problem was that I didn't want to wake
him up by trying to get out from under him. I lay there for a few minutes
more, and then decided that I had to go. If I waited another minute, I just
knew that I would wet the bed. I could already feel the urine trying to
escape from my dick. I slid my arm out from under his head, and gently
lifted it from my chest. He grunted a little as I laid his head back down on
the pillow we had been sharing, but he didn't wake up. I lifted the covers,
and slid out from under them. I found a bathrobe and quickly threw it on. I
wasn't sure if my parents were home or not, and I certainly didn't want to
run into one of them while I was stark naked.  I hurried to the bathroom,
held on to my still hard meat, and aimed for the toilet. At first, all I
could get out was a slight dribble, but as my dick softened, the full force
of my stream began to flow from me.  I thought I would never stop pissing. I
was beginning to wonder if it was possible to overflow a toilet from too
much piss. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I finished. The word
relief now had a new definition in my vocabulary. I clamped my dick at the
base, and pulled all the way up the shaft to expel the last few remaining
drops of urine. Then I pulled my foreskin back and shook my cock vigorously
to remove the couple of drops that remained. As I touched myself, I could
feel myself starting to harden.

As I turned to leave the bathroom, I ran into George. He had apparently
woken up with the same problem I had, judging from his erection. "Get the
hell out of the way, or I'll piss all over you!"  Needless to say, I moved
in a hurry. When he turned to face the toilet, I moved up behind him,
feeling my hard on. I lifted his robe, and gently placed my hard dick
between the cheeks of his ass. I then reached around his waist and grasped
his now limp meat. I told him I would help him aim for the toilet. "I don't
think you're too worried about my aim, I think your aiming your meat up my
ass." I denied everything, however it was a marvelous thought. I continued
rubbing my pole between his cheeks without making any attempt to enter him.
Soon I felt his meat harden, and I began to gently stroke it. It only took a
couple of strokes before he was fully erect. I ran my hand up his shaft, and
rubbed the velvety, circumcised head between my fingers. He moaned, and
turned to face me. As his lips found mine, his hand found my dick. He
wrapped his hand around it and slowly stroked and massaged it, gently
pushing back the foreskin and exposing the sensitive head. I was hot and
told him so. He nibbled my ear and whispered to me, " I'm just showing you
what you can't have." In a panic, I asked why. "Because I have to get home
now and get the things done my mom wants done. Bobby is getting in today."
The words struck me like me like a cold slap in the face. With last night's
excitement, I hadn't given the Bobby problem a thought. Now he was arriving
today and I was being forced to face the issue. "Let me suck your dick
before you go," I pleaded. "Don't have time right now, lets shower," was his
reply. I just nodded my head in agreement. Already, Bobby was coming between
us, and he hadn't even gotten into town yet.

We showered quickly, I and noticed that George didn't get an erection, not
even when I lathered up his penis. He was obviously distracted by Bobby's
eminent arrival. All I could think was that nothing was ever going to be the
same. We dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom had left cold
cereal out for us, and we ate without much conversation. I rinsed the dishes
and put them in the dishwasher, and walked George to the door. At the front
door, I embraced him and gave him my most passionate kiss. He held me tight,
and said, "Don't worry, nothing is going to change." I couldn't hold back
the tears any longer, and I blubbered, "I love you George." He responded
with a very sincere, "I love you too". With that, he turned and headed down
the walk towards his house.

I cried for a few minutes, and then got my emotions under control. I kept
reassuring myself that he really did love me, but nagging doubt kept
creeping into my self-reassurances.

I moped around the house for the next couple of hours, not knowing what to
do with myself. I even cleaned my room, something I hadn't done in months.
As I stripped the sheets off of my bed, I caught a whiff of sex and George.
I clutched the sheets to me and inhaled deeply, remembering all of the good
times that had been had on the sheets. I finally took them down to the
laundry room and threw them in the washer. I my heart I hoped that I wasn't
washing my love affair down the drain along with the dirt on the sheets.

I went over to the game room, and sat on the wrestling mats, remembering how
I had seen George's penis for he first time throbbing and waving at me,
while his pre cum leaked from his circumcised dick. I replayed the scene in
my head moment by moment, trying to recreate every emotion so I could relive
it. I remembered the apprehension I felt at what was taking place, not sure
if I really wanted to go through with it. I thought about all the
reassurances he provided me, making me feel that what we were doing was all
right.

I walked over to the pool table, and laid myself over it, in an attempt to
recreate the wonderful fucking I had received there. As I leaned over the
table, my ass started to tingle and an overwhelming desire to be fucked came
over me. I rubbed my ass with both hands, trying to recreate his touch. My
dick stiffened, and I rubbed it on the edge of the pool table. When I had
myself thoroughly excited, I ran to the bathroom and jacked off into the
sink. The ejaculation provided me with the release I needed physically, but
left me emotionally unsatisfied. As my boy sperm ran down the drain, I
thought that maybe my whole life was going down the drain.

As I returned my dick to my pants, the phone rang. I quickly finished
putting myself away, and answered the phone. It was George, and he said he
wanted me to come over to his house and help him finish setting up Bobby's
room. I thought to myself, I'll set up his room all right, I'll hook up
electrical wires to his bed and electrocute the son of a bitch. I regained
my composure, and told him I would be right over. I certainly didn't need
much more of an excuse to see what was going on at George's.

On the way to his house, I calmed down even more and thought that maybe I
was making too much out of Bobby's arrival. Maybe having him here would be
O.K. after all. There was no logical reason to think that he would try and
take George away from me. However, they had had sex together in the past,
and maybe Bobby was a better fuck than I was. Maybe he could suck dick
better than I could. And the very worst, his dick was probably bigger than
mine was!

When I got to the house, George was sitting out front on the porch, waiting
for me. As I approached, he looked up and smiled at me. "Thanks for coming
over, there is more work to do than I figured on." "For you, anything", I
replied. We just looked at each other for a moment and then headed into the
house.

Bobby was getting one of the rooms in the basement for his bedroom. George's
dad had put in new wallpaper, crown moldings, and installed new wall to wall
plush carpet. I was jealous. One wall was mirrored to give the already large
room an even larger look. There was a queen sized four poster bed, a triple
dresser, a bureau, and a beautiful antique armoire. George and I got out the
bedding, and made up the bed. We unpacked all the boxes that UPS had
delivered the day before. I never realized how much you could learn about a
person from helping them unpack. We got all of his clothes hung up in the
closet. He had skimpy bikini underwear, several jock straps in assorted
colors, and some athletic T-shirts. After we got his clothing put away, we
decided to unpack his personal belongings in hopes of making him feel more
at home. We were also being nosy.

One of his personal boxes contained quite a collection of gay magazines. We
took time to look through them. I had no idea that dicks came in so many
sizes. There were long ones, short ones, shaved ones, and circumcised and
uncircumcised ones. The sad part of it was that all of them were much bigger
than mine was. George assured me that these cocks were not necessarily the
norm.  He told me you had to have a bigger than average dick to get your
picture in these magazines. That made me feel a whole lot better about
myself. I was astonished at what some of the men were doing in those
pictures. There was one where the guy was sucking his own cock, and I told
George I didn't think that was possible. He replied, "You might be
surprised, we'll have to try it some time." Another picture had three men
fucking each other, and he said that was no big deal. I was getting educated
in a hurry looking at the pictures.

The next box we unpacked had all of Bobby's sex toys in it. I had never seen
those kinds of toys, and I was fascinated. He had a hard rubber dildo that
must have been twelve inches long, and a good 6 inches around. I asked
George what you did with it, and he said simply, "Stick it up your ass." I
was shocked, remembering how much trouble I had getting his dick in me; I
didn't see any way to get that thing in anybody. The next toy was an anal
stimulator, and again George provided the explanation on what it was and how
to use it. I accidentally flipped the on/off switch, and it immediately
began to vibrate. I was startled, and dropped the thing on the bed. George
just laughed at me. There were several other toys in the box, and I had no
idea what they were, but I wasn't about to ask. I just put them away in the
night stand drawer. There were at least a half dozen different kinds of
lubricant, several cock rings, and a penis enlarger. I had to ask about it,
and he said, "You put you cock in it, and pump it up. The pressure stretches
your cock and makes it bigger. It's like jacking off." I thought for sure
that he was lying to me, making fun of my lack of knowledge. Then I saw an
ad for one in another gay magazine and knew he was telling the truth.

I told him I wanted to try it on, but George said that there wasn't enough
time. He said we could ask Bobby after he got moved in. I was disappointed,
but I figured that I could wait until later. Bobby had some other books and
posters in his boxes, and we put everything neatly away.

When we were finished, we surveyed the room and decided that we had done a
really nice job. Everything was neatly in place, and the room had inviting
warmth to it. George commented that his own room didn't look that good. I
was pleased with our efforts.

We went upstairs and got a soda and sandwich. We finish eating our lunch,
and George noticed that it was already 3:00 PM. I asked him why the time was
so important, and he said, "Dad will be home in a half hour so we can leave
for the airport to pick up Bobby". Then he turned and looked at me and asked
if I wanted to come along to the airport. I told him I would have to call my
Mom and see if it would be O.K.

When I got hold of my mom, she told me it was fine if I went to the airport
with George and his dad. I told her we would be getting back late, and that
I would stay with them for the night. She said that was all right and she
would see me in the morning.

George said that we needed to get cleaned up before his dad got home, since
it was a two-hour drive to the airport and he wanted to leave as soon as he
got home. We went to George's room, and I asked him if he had some clean
clothes I could wear. I didn't realize that setting up the bedroom was going
to be such dirty work. He looked through his closet, and brought out a pair
of white jeans and a tank top shirt. He said, "Here, they may be a little
small on you, but give them a try". He laid them out on the bed, and began
undressing. I asked him what he was doing, and he said with a wicked smile,
"Got just enough time for a shower before we go".

I looked at his naked ass, and asked if I could join him in the shower since
we were short on time. He agreed, and headed off to the bathroom. As I
stripped off my clothes, I heard the water running in the shower, and
thought about him being in the shower naked. My dick hardened immediately,
and I realized that the pictures we had been looking at earlier had made me
very horny. I reached down and grabbed my hard on, and quickly jerked the
foreskin back. Pre cum was already oozing out of the tip, and I spread it
around the head with my thumb. From the bathroom I heard a voice calling,
"Well, are you gonna shower or not?" I yelled back, "Be right there".  I
released my meat, and headed for the shower. As I entered the bathroom, I
could see George through the sliding glass doors of the shower. He was
washing his hair, and I could see his hard penis sticking out in front of
him. I slowly opened the shower door, reached inside and grabbed on to his
dick. I used it to pull myself into the shower. He hollered and tried to
pull back, but I just tightened my grip. I stepped into the shower with him,
and began to pump his cock up and down. He told me we didn't have much time
before his dad got home, and I told him I wouldn't need much time. I speeded
up my stroking, and I saw his balls pull up tight against his body. I
dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth just as the first jet of his
semen splashed into my mouth. He put both of his hands on the back of my
head and pulled me towards his crotch. His throbbing meat continued to swell
and jerk, shooting more cum down my throat. I swallowed it all without any
difficulty. When he had finished shooting his load, he withdrew his meat and
helped me up. He pulled me close to him and said, "I want to taste some of
the sperm I just shot into your mouth". With that, he forced his tongue into
my mouth and lapped out all of the remaining cum I hadn't yet swallowed.

After he finished scooping the sperm from my mouth with his tongue, he slid
to his knees and wrapped his hand around my still hard organ. He steadied my
dick, holding it at the base. Then he used his tongue to force my foreskin
back and expose the head of my cock. He ran his tongue around the groove of
the head, sending shivers up my spine. He took my tool deeply into his mouth
and applied forceful suction to the head. I shuddered once, and began
shooting hot sperm into his mouth. He swallowed all my semen and then stood
up and kissed me.

We soaped and rinsed each other off, and quickly got out of the shower. As
we dried off, George said to me, "Too bad we don't have more time, I would
have liked more than just a quickie in the shower". I told him that a
quickie was better than nothing at all. We left the bathroom and headed back
for the bedroom to get dressed.

George threw on his clothes, and told me to hurry, because his dad was due
home any minute. I quickly stepped into my jockey shorts, taking a moment to
adjust my package. I pulled the white jeans on, and could hardly get them
buttoned. I had to suck in my breath just to button them. I then struggled
with pulling up the zipper. He looked over at me, and said, "Got a problem?"
I replied, "Jeans are just a little small, you got anything bigger?" "No I
don't, everything is in the dirty clothes and Mom doesn't do the wash until
tomorrow", was his reply. I told him I would just have to make do. I
readjusted myself, and pulled on the printed T-shirt he had given me. "You
know, you look real good in that outfit", he said to me. "Thanks", I said. I
looked over at my image being reflected in his full-length mirror, and I had
to admit I did look pretty good. The snug T-shirt showed off what little
pecs I had, and the jeans displayed my rounded butt to best advantage. The
jeans were tight enough that the seam actually rested in the crack of my
ass, separating and lifting my cheeks. I turned to look at myself from the
side, and immediately noticed that the jeans caused my dick to be pushed up
and out, making an obvious outline in the pants. George looked over at me
and said, "If you take the jockeys off, the jeans will fit better and the
outline will be more obvious". Taking his advice, I stripped off the jeans
and dropped the jockeys to the floor. I stepped out of them, and it was
apparent that all this stuffing and readjusting had given me an erection. I
pulled up the jeans and got them buttoned. As I pulled up the zipper, I had
to stuff myself back into the jeans. When the zipper slid up my shaft, it
nearly caught my foreskin. George looked at me and said, " Better make sure
you're all the way in before you pull the zipper up. If you don't, you'll
end up with a nasty bruise". I laughed, and very carefully finished pulling
the zipper up. Once I had the jeans back on, I checked the mirror again, and
George was right. The outline of my hard cock in the jeans was very
distinct. In fact, with the foreskin pulled back, you could see the outline
of my cock head.  All George said was, "Very nice".

His dad arrived home a couple of minutes after we had finished getting our
clothes on, and told us he would be ready in just a few minutes, that he
wanted a quick shower, and headed off down the hall to the master bedroom
bath. A minute after he left, George asked me if I wanted to watch his dad
shower. I gave him a confused look, and he explained that the bathroom was
being remodeled and there was a place where you could see from the master
bedroom into the bathroom. I kind of nodded my head yes and we took off down
the hall. As we approached the bedroom, I could hear water running in the
shower. I leaned over and whispered to George, " Are you sure he's in the
shower?" He peeked around the corner, and nodded his head yes.

As we sneaked into the bedroom, and I noticed that there was a hole in the
bathroom wall about 24 inches square.  George explained in a hushed voice
that the medicine chest had been pulled out and the new one hadn't arrived
yet. We each stood on one side of the opening, and were able to see his dad,
who was just dropping his boxers and stepping out of them. He turned towards
the shower and I was able to see his big dick. It was flaccid and quite
long, hanging down well past his ball sack. It looked pretty big around, and
was circumcised. It flopped around as he walked over to the shower and
stepped in. He stepped under the water, and wet all of himself. He grabbed
the shampoo and poured some into his hand. As he brought it to his hair,
some slipped off and fell onto his dick. He paid no attention to the shampoo
on his dick, and began washing his hair. With his hands over his head, I was
able to see all of his taut body. He had well-developed pecs, an almost flat
stomach, large muscular thighs, and a nicely rounded ass. The shampoo, which
had fallen on to his dick, was now sliding off the dangling head, making it
look like cum oozing from the tip. He finished his hair, and picked up a bar
of soap. He scrubbed his face, neck, and chest, before proceeding to his
thighs, legs, and feet. Once done with these, he returned to his crotch. He
vigorously soaped up his dick and balls, mixing the bar soap with the
shampoo. As he scrubbed, his dick began to harden. Soon it was at full
erection, and he was no longer washing it, he was jacking off. He leaned
against the shower wall, and stroked his hard meat roughly. It only took a
few moments, and he was shooting his load all over the shower. This was the
first time I had seen a grown man shoot his load, and I was amazed at the
amount of semen flying in the shower. I thought George shot huge amounts of
sperm when he came, but it was a small amount in comparison to what was
jetting out of his fathers' hard tool. All at once, I realized that I wanted
that huge tool in my ass, and I could feel my sphincter contract as each jet
of sperm escaped from his dick. He quickly finished himself off, and again
soaped up his crotch. Then he ran the bar of soap between the cheeks of his
ass. He scrubbed his ass and crotch, and rinsed the soap off. I watched as
he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. He toweled his hair and
face, then ran the towel down his chest and into his crotch. He reached
around with the towel and dried his ass. When he turned to step out of the
shower, I saw that his cut meat was still semi hard and a small drop of cum
was hanging from the tip. He saw the cum and quickly wiped it off with the
towel.  That's when I felt George grab my arm and drag me out of the
bedroom. We raced back to the living room,  dropping down on the sofa and
acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

As we sat on the sofa, I realized that my cock was completely hard, and
straining against the material of the jeans. There was a small wet spot
visible from where my meat had started leaking pre cum. I tried to cover it
with my shirt, but the shirt was too short to reach it. George saw what I
was trying to do, and told me to forget it. No one would notice he assured
me. I told him I felt funny about getting a hard on while looking at his
dad. He told me not to worry, that he had one too. He said it didn't matter
that I would probably get one watching any guy jack off. I then told him
that I had fantasized about his dad fucking my ass, while I watched him
shoot his load, and that this was disturbing to me. Your not suppose to
think about someone else's dad fucking you. He told me not to worry, that I
was just a horny teenager. I choose to believe him.

His dad came into the living room and told us it was time to go. I couldn't
help but look at his crotch, and I was able to see that his limp meat
through his pants. Again, the picture of him fucking me went running through
my head. I thought to myself, that I really have to put a stop to this
fantasy, before it got me into some kind of trouble. We grabbed a soda, and
headed out to the car for the trip to the airport.

On the way to the airport, George's dad asked if everything was done in
Bobby's room. We told him what we had done and that we thought it looked
pretty good. He said he hoped Bobby would feel the same way. Then he
explained to us that Bobby might act a little strange, what with losing his
dad and having to move. He reminded George how much trouble he had with
moving out here and leaving all of his friends behind. His dad also pointed
out that George had made the adjustment quite well. George just smiled,
dropping his hand into my crotch, and squeezing my flaccid meat. His dad
then asked us to do all we could to help Bobby make the adjustment to his
new surroundings. We both agreed we would do all we could to help with the
adjustment.

We arrived at the airport a little later than expected, because the traffic
had been heavier than expected. We only had twenty minutes before Bobby's
plane would be arriving. George's dad dropped us at the front of the
airport, and told us to head down to the arrival gate and wait for Bobby
while he parked the car. We jumped out of the car and headed inside.

Once in the terminal, we found a monitor of flight arrivals and located
Bobby's flight. He was arriving at gate 21B, which was all the way at the
end of the concourse. George said we needed to hurry or the plane would land
before we got there. We took off running through the crowd and made our way
to the arrival gate, getting there just minutes before the plane. We leaned
against the railing to catch our breath, and saw the plane pulling up to the
unloading ramp.

It wasn't long before the plane started to unload passengers. People were
coming off the plane in droves. It reminded me of a cattle stampede I saw on
TV once. Everyone was pushing a shoving. George kept a look out for Bobby,
but was having a hard time seeing anything through the crowd. I told him to
stand up on one of the chairs to get a better view. He did, and as he looked
around for Bobby, I grabbed his dick and squeezed it through his pants. He
hollered, and pulled away, almost falling off the chair. I laughed out loud
and reminded him about the incident in the bathroom at the truck stop, where
he grabbed my dick and scared the crap out of me. "I told you I would get
even someday, and today is that someday". George didn't think it was very
funny, and I reminded him that I didn't think the truck stop was too funny.
He finally said, "O.K. lets call it even then". I agreed, and he kept
looking for Bobby.

When the crowd started to thin out, George still hadn't seen Bobby. He was
getting worried that maybe he missed the plane, or got bumped somewhere
along the line. I told him to keep looking. Sure enough, Bobby finally
exited the plane. George jumped down from the chair and ran over to him.
They embraced each other for a long moment, and when they separated I got my
first good look at Bobby. He was beautiful, not just pretty, but absolutely
beautiful. Judging from what I saw and the stiff boner in my pants, I
somehow knew that nothing would ever be the same again, and I was ok with
that.