Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 16:01:18 EDT From: William Watts Subject: You Pass This Way But Once - Chapter 6 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * You Pass This Way But Once - by BW Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 6 - Loving times and retribution. March 2000 It had been almost a week since Seth and I had been alone and we nearly ran to get to our secluded hideaway. Checking to make sure that we weren't followed, we stripped down and got ready for some action. Knowing that we didn't have to rush quite so much this time, I grasped Seth and planted a kiss on his seductive lips. Even though we had been mainly sex partners, I realized there was more to this than just animalistic pleasures. I was falling in love with Seth, deeply in love with him. While I had been thinking about our relationship, Seth slipped his tongue between my parted lips, letting it explore my mouth. I grasped his tongue between my lips and began to suck on it like my life depended on doing this. I was working us into a sexual frenzy, as I administered to Seth's tongue, and I tried to devour his face. The situation soon reversed itself and Seth was working on my muscle as I let it extend forward, beyond my teeth. I could tell by his actions that Seth wanted and needed me as badly as I wanted and needed him. As I left his mouth and headed for his midsection, I decided to make a detour and try something I had heard some of the guys talking about doing with their girlfriends. I thought that if it made their girlfriends feel so good then, maybe, it would also give Seth some pleasure. I let my mouth come to rest over one of the brownish circles on his chest and I let my tongue dart out to lick and stimulate his tiny nipple. As I continued to suckle on this oft neglected area, I could feel Seth's nipple stiffen and he began to release a series of low, guttural moans. I believe that this was the answer to my question about whether he would enjoy this new stimulation. I worked on that boy tit for a while longer and then I moved over to the other side, giving equal attention to its partner. This time I also tried to nurse on his little nub, as I had seen pictures of small babies nursing on their mother's breast. This not only elicited more noises from Seth but he began to squirm wildly about as I sucked on that virgin area. Finally, Seth pushed my mouth away as the nipple was becoming sore from my aggressive attention. I didn't hesitate in determining my next move and I lowered my head down to let my mouth engulf his entire dong. As I began to suck on his stiff member and let my head bob up and down its length, I lowered one of my hands down to rub and fondle his sensitive ball sac. Seth became part wild man at that moment, twitching, jerking and pumping his meat down my throat. The combination of the intense stimulation and the long drought between our sessions lead Seth to a premature release and he sent six small streams of his love fluids into my mouth. Once again, I savored the incredible taste before his penis became totally limp, shriveled up and fell from my lips. After a lengthy pause, Seth spoke to me. "Where did you learn that from?" "Just some things that I heard around school and then I kind of made the rest up from there." "Well, what ever you did it was awesome. I don't think I've ever felt that good before or shot that much. It was wonderful and I'll try to make you feel just as good." Seth didn't waste any time and he moved forward to kiss me, again. Once more our lips met, our tongues jostled for position as we searched out the other's sweet boy taste. We continued our oral jousting before Seth moved his head down to my chest and began to work his own form of magic on my tender nubs. His tongue was all over and around the small area before he clamped down on the bull's eye and tried to suck my life force threw that firm little piece of flesh. After he had finished with the one, he moved across my body to repeat his actions on the other pinkish patch. I was delirious with pleasure, my head swaying from side to side and my eyes rolling back into my head. I've never felt this good before. Now, Seth let his head move still lower to let his tongue and lips explore my boy organ, kissing, licking and sucking on the spongy glans. Slowly he parted his lips and let my stiff poker push into his mouth and he pumped back and forth with his head, massaging the surface with his lips as he started his suction. After several minutes of this intense stimulation, Seth sucked my spunk out of my testicles, up my rigid pole and into his waiting mouth. As spurt after spurt left my body and entered my lover's mouth, I collapsed, utterly spent, as every ounce of my strength was siphoned from my torso. Seth cuddled against me as I returned to the land of the living and then we kissed some more. Any doubts I had about Seth's love for me had now disappeared in this powerful display of sensitivity, caring and his willingness to please me. I felt that we were now bonded for life, one soul occupying two separate bodies. We soon began to realize that we should return to our cabin so we quickly dressed and left our little love nest in the woods. We were walking back into the main area of the camp, strolling down the path along the lake, when we saw Timmy sitting down by the boathouse, his head cupped into both hands. We moved down to speak to him when we discovered that he had been crying, as the telltale stains of tears and dirt formed lines of sadness that streaked down his cheeks. Timmy saw our movement, jumped back and then looked into our faces. "Where have you two been? I needed your help. I needed to be with you." "What's the matter, Timmy?" Seth asked sincerely. "It's Ray. The minute he saw me in the cabin without you two around, he started his same old shit again, telling all the other guys in the cabin that I was gay. He called me all kinds of names and made accusations about things he thought I had done. It was awful and I think some of the other guys believed him." "Take it easy, Timmy," I said trying to reassure my new friend. "We'll clear this up. In fact, I've got a little plan worked up in my mind to pay this Ray kid back. Give me a couple of days and I promise you that he'll never bother you again. You come with us back to the cabin and we'll take care of him if he starts anything else tonight. I'll put my plan into action tomorrow, though I'm not sure how long it will take until I can set things up to pull it off. It won't be more than a couple of days, however." "What do you have planned, Logan?" Seth wanted me to share my secret with him. "You'll see. I've got to pull this off by myself just in case it backfires. If that happens, you'll both be better off not knowing what I was doing." Seth and Timmy started to protest but then thought better of it. Timmy felt better about returning to the cabin with us, you know the safety in numbers thing, and we all noted the evil smirk Ray had on his face as we passed his bunk. 'What goes around comes around,' I thought to myself. 'Hope you're as brave taking your medicine as you think you are at dishing it out.' It was soon lights out and we crawled into our cots and went to sleep. Before I drifted off, I put the mental finishing touches on my retaliatory plan. Sunday morning we woke up and, protectively, Seth and I took Timmy to the showers to clean up and get ready for the new day. When we went to the mess hall, we all sat through a generic church service before the Sunday brunch was served. After brunch, we had a choice of an open swim, hiking or participating in one of several possible pick up games on the athletic fields. I sent Seth and Timmy off together while I sought to have a private conversation with Scott, our cabin counselor. I asked Scott to discretely hang back after the others left so we could have a private talk. He agreed. Once we were alone, I told him about the problems Ray was creating for Timmy and about my plan for revenge. Scott agreed it was a problem that it needed to be addressed and after some discussion, eventually, he agreed to assist me with my plan to tip the scales back to even. Oh well, maybe a little past even to get back at Ray. We quickly did what we needed to do and, then, we waited for the boys to return to the cabin before dinner. As that time approached, Scott had me go get the head counselor, Mr. Johnson, and bring him, unwittingly, into our plan. When the Mr. Johnson arrived at the cabin, Scott told him that someone had stolen a valuable keepsake from his room. He wanted the head counselor there with him while he searched the lockers in the cabin for the item, once all of the boys had all returned. Nothing had actually been stolen but we needed to use this ploy to get each locker opened. Scott and Mr. Johnson informed the boys about the missing object and that they were going to do a locker search. They started down our side of the cabin, opening each locker and searching for the make believe item. Finding nothing, they moved over to the other side of the room. They worked their way down until they got to Ray's locker. As Mr. Johnson used his key to unlock it, Scott pushed the door all the way back so everyone could see the inside surface of the door. A slow murmur built up and then there were snickers and giggles as everyone could see the two pictures taped to the metal surface of the inner door, both of the pictures of gay couples making out. Ray turned beet red and tried to hide, as Mr. Johnson demanded on knowing whose locker this was. Scott gladly pointed out Ray as Mr. Johnson ripped the pictures down. They continued their search for the stolen item and, of course, they didn't find it. Scott suggested to Mr. Johnson that someone from one of the other cabins must have snuck in while everyone was out. They agreed that an expanded search would be too difficult to carry out in secret and, therefore, wouldn't be effective. Mr. Johnson sympathized with Scott over his loss and told him that he would have to lock his things up in the future. After the two counselors left the cabin, I added the finishing touches to my plan. "Nice pictures, Ray," I screamed out in front of all the other boys. "Is that why you kept trying to convince people there was something wrong with Timmy, so no one would notice you were the gay boy?" Everyone burst out laughing and Ray tried to make his denials. "They weren't my pictures. I didn't put them in there." "Yeah, like someone else could get into your locker. We all know there are only two ways to get into a locker without it showing signs of damage and I don't see any damage on your locker. Someone would have to use the combination, which only you know, or they would have to have one of the counselor's keys. No, Ray, no one else could have put those in there, those pictures had to be yours." While all the other boys agreed with me and were giving Ray a great deal of shit, I grabbed Seth and Timmy and lead them from the cabin so I could explain how I had pulled this one off. I lead them along the lake, to one of the more remote hiking trails, took them out a ways on the trail and, then, we all sat down. "How the hell did you pull that off?" Seth inquired. "I convinced Scott that Ray was a loose cannon who was causing great deal of harm. I told Scott about my plan to pay Ray back for what he did to Timmy and, after some intense coaxing, Scott agreed to help me carry my plan off." "I know where you got the pictures from," Seth continued, "but what really happened to the missing item?" "That's it. There was no missing item. It was just an excuse to open the lockers so we could 'discover' those pictures in Ray's locker." I turned to explain the missing part of the story to Timmy. "The pictures in Ray's locker were ones that Seth and I had folded up in books we carried in our duffle bags. I thought it was worth sacrificing them to teach that miserable little s.o.b. a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget. Next time he starts to give you trouble, you can tell everyone the details of the pictures that were found in Ray's locker at camp. That should shut him back up." We all had a really good laugh before we went back to eat dinner. In a way I felt sorry for Ray, watching him sit alone at the end of one table as everyone else talked about him, pointed at him and giggled as the story spread around the camp but he had it coming for doing similar things to Timmy. Maybe next time he feels homophobic or thinks about doing some gay-bashing, he'll reconsider before he begins to make fun of someone else. After dinner there was another scheduled block of free time so I talked to Seth about asking Timmy to go with us to our secret place. He agreed and we approached Timmy and told him about our little oasis. Seth and I had agreed to forgo another sexual encounter if Timmy wasn't interested. If he was, we could help him discover his own sexuality. We walked along the lake toward the little inlet. As we walked, Timmy thanked us both for how we helped him take care of his problem with Ray. He said that he was still a little worried about what Ray might do once they got back to their hometown but we told him not to be. Seth and I would give him our phone numbers and we would be willing to verify the account of what had happened at camp to anyone who wanted to hear the story. We told him that we would also make sure that Ray knew that we were willing to do that, too. We got to our turn off point, looked around to make sure we weren't being followed and then guided Timmy back to our refuge from the outside world. Timmy was quite amazed when he saw it. "So this is where you two were yesterday when Ray started on me again?" It wasn't an accusatory comment, just a statement of fact. "Guilty," I answered. "If we knew that Ray was going to start in again, we'd never have left you." "I know. That's OK. You helped me take care of him afterwards, hopefully once and for all." "Timmy," Seth began, "are you really gay?" Timmy started turning all red, not sure if he should answer Seth's very direct question. "It's no big deal if you are," Seth continued. "You must have guessed by now that Logan and I are gay. Those were some of our pictures that Logan put in Ray's locker." "Yes," I interrupted, "and you don't know how much it hurt us to have to sacrifice two of our favorite photos just to teach that little bugger a lesson." Timmy looked up at us and started laughing. "Maybe I'll have to take some special pictures of myself and send them to you to make up for the ones you donated for my rescue." Now we were all laughing. "You do that," I retorted. "I'd love to have a picture of your cute little body decorating my wall." "Me too," Seth added. "That would probably make me forget all about those other pictures." Timmy stopped laughing and had this thoughtful look come over his face. "Do you guys really think I'm cute?" Seth and I looked at each other and said 'yes' at about the same time. Timmy studied our expressions and was involved in some deep thought before he spoke again. "You know, I do think that I'm gay, it's just that I've never done anything with any other boys. I just like to look at them and then I dream about doing things with them later. I just don't have the nerve to ask any of them if they would do something with me. Ray did catch me looking at that boy and I did get hard when he mentioned it. I wasn't hurting anybody so I couldn't see why he was making such a big fuss about it. It's not like I touched the other kid or tried to do something to him." "We know," I said comfortingly. "Guys like Ray don't care about the details. They just like to make other people miserable. Heck, I bet he's snuck a few glances of his own to check out the other guys in the shower. His making a big deal about you doing it was, most likely, to draw attention away from his own activities. No one would suspect him of doing it when he was accusing others." "And I'd bet that he'll be a lot more careful in the future about his activities," Seth added, "once he knows that you're willing to tell his friends about the pictures in his locker. He can claim frame-up all he wants but his friends are still going to start questioning his actions and motives and they'll be watching him a lot more closely." We all had another good chuckle about that before I decided to pop another question to Timmy. "Timmy, would you like to do something with another boy? Seth and I are willing to help you out and teach you some things if you are.' Timmy hesitated before he answered me. "Yes, I'd like that but are you two sure you want to do this for me? I don't want you to do this just because you feel sorry for me or you don't think I can find someone on my own." "No way, Jose," Seth responded. "We're doing this because we like you and," he hesitated for a second, "and because were both a little selfish and we wouldn't mind getting into your pants." I wasn't ready for Seth to be quite so direct and I didn't react well to what he said. Timmy stared at him for a second and then he started to laugh. "You mean you guys what to do this with me, too? You really want us to do things to each other? That's really nice. I'm glad I ended up in the same cabin with you guys, even if it did mean that I'd have to be in with Ray too." "Well, what's your answer?" I pressed him a little more. "Yes, sure. I'd love for you guys to teach me things and I wouldn't mind seeing you guys naked again, either. There's only so much you can see trying to take quick glimpses in the shower." Timmy dropped his head and eyes, looking at the ground, realizing he just revealed one of his secrets. It wasn't long before that all to familiar red tint was spreading across his face, as his circulatory system betrayed his true feelings. I gave a quick scan, over and around the bushes, to make sure we were alone. Then I resumed the conversation. "All right, let's get undressed and see if we can teach this boy a trick or two." We all started taking our clothes off, Seth and I very quickly and Timmy a little more reluctantly as he checked us out. I could tell that he was a little embarrassed that his body wasn't as physically mature as ours. "Don't sweat the small stuff, Timmy. We know what you've got. We snuck our peaks in the shower, too. I know you're worried that we'll think you're not mature enough for us but your wrong. We could care less." "How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked amazed at what I had told him. "Because we've all felt that way at one time or another. You'll reach puberty soon enough and then you'll be where we are now. It's no big deal. It's not just your body that we're interested in, it's you and who you are. We're doing this because we like Timmy, the person, not just that we want to have sex with him. We wouldn't be doing this with just anyone." "Thanks, that makes me feel better." Timmy removed the rest of his clothing and we all took a few minutes to admire the new flesh before us. Timmy made sure he checked both Seth and I out, extensively. When I thought that he had had sufficient time for his visual inspection, I moved over to let my lips brush against his. At first, he was somewhat shocked by my boldness but then he moved his head toward mine to continue what I had started. As we continued our kiss, I eventually let my tongue slip into his mouth to sample his boy flavor. Seth moved behind Timmy and started to kiss his neck and back while I worked on his mouth. Timmy was really getting into the kissing and I soon found his tongue dueling with mine as he tried to return the favor. After Seth and I finished our kissing, we both took up new positions in front of Timmy, each of us hovering over one of his pink, dime-sized boy tits. We worked on him in stereo, letting our tongues taste, tease and bathe those virgin nipples to erection before we clamped onto those nubs to apply the suction that would drive Timmy wild. While we were nursing on his young breasts, I reached down with one of my hands and began to massage and stimulate his scrotum and hairless, little, pre-pubescent, cut cock. Timmy was moaning quite loudly now, writhing and squirming as we continued to show him the pleasures of boy-to- boy sex. I decided it was time to move to the next level, so I grasped his small tool between my thumb and first two fingers and began to pump away. Seth and I held him up, as he nearly collapsed from all of this stimulation, and, soon, he was experiencing his first dry orgasm at the hand of another person. It was an intense climax for him, as we watched and felt his body shudder from the pleasure of his dry release, and we soon had to lower him to the ground to rest, as he could no longer remain standing under his own power. We watched him intently as he slowly returned from his sexually induced stupor. "That was absolutely amazing," Timmy said as soon as he could find his voice. "I thought that I'd enjoy it but I never realized it would be that great." "And it only get better after this," Seth answered him. "This is just the beginning. There's so much more to do and so many ways to enjoy it." "I can't believe it can be better than this," Timmy said. "That was pretty incredible." "Yes, it was," I added my opinion, "but Seth is right. There is more that can be done and it does get better. Do you want to do anything to us?" "YES! Can I?" "Of course. Do what you want." Timmy spent the rest of our free time kissing us both, exploring our bodies before he jerked both of us off to very strong releases. He was quite amazed when we shot our loads, pointing to the pools of cum and wanting to know what it was. We explained everything we could and he absorbed all the information we gave him. He was still excited as we walked back to our cabin, feeling better about himself and who he was. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.