Date: Thu, 03 Oct 2002 13:17:00 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime-Part 16 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. Note: I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and catching all those silly little errors that I missed. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 16 Justin and I really poured over the midnight oil on Tuesday night. We studied for our biology and chemistry tests until almost one in the morning. Jason was sound asleep when I got back into our room so we didn't explore any new sexual territory. I was so tired and keyed up from the studying that I probably couldn't have done anything even if he had been awake. The biology exam went well. Justin and I told Dr. Griffith that he would be buying us another lunch. He laughed and said he hoped so. We also felt good about the chemistry test and the in-class essay in Dr. Williams' English class. Coach Kensington cut us some slack in practice that afternoon so I was able to get back to my room a little earlier than I'd planned. I had everything packed and ready for the trip to Justin's family's beach house by the time he got back from soccer practice and retrieved his Nissan Pathfinder from the freshman parking lot. I left a note for Jason telling him to have a good game on Saturday. Justin and I were on the road toward the beach by six in the evening. Our original plan had been to stop by Justin's house in Charlotte to pick up the keys to the beach house, but his brother David who was 21 and attending North Carolina State had taken his fall break on Monday and Tuesday down at the beach. He was supposed to leave the keys to the house in a prearranged spot saving us from having to stop in Charlotte. Justin had also made arrangements with David to leave the cottage well stocked with beer! We were going to be sharing the place with Justin's younger brother Brian and one of his friends. Brian was a senior in high school but had a short day on Friday so he and his friend would be arriving sometime Friday evening. Until then, the house would be just Justin's and mine. I was really looking forward to the break from studies and felt kind of guilty that I wasn't missing Andy all that much. At least not yet. We grabbed some fast food burgers and cokes on our way through Charlotte and ate them in the car as we drove. I'd never ridden with Justin before. He drove fast but seemed okay on the road. He had the Pathfinder pushed up to 85 mph a couple of times, but the SUV handled the speed and the road with ease. Sunset Beach is the last barrier island in North Carolina before the South Carolina border. Justin told me the island got it's name from the fact that you could see the sunsets from the ocean beach. I know that seems strange for an East Coast beach, but the coast of North Carolina turns almost due west just below Wilmington so that the next two barrier islands, Oak Island and Ocean Isle, face pretty much due south. Sunset Beach is slanted even more so that the ocean face of the island is oriented south southwest into the sunsets. The only other time I'd seen the ocean was when Andy and I had gone to Myrtle Beach the previous summer. I was excited about being down at the shore again. We pulled up in front of the Barnes' beach "cottage" a little after midnight. I was awestruck. I'd figured that Justin's family had some money. He had name brand clothes and the Pathfinder was a graduation present. However, I was not prepared for the size of the house that stood before me. It was built on pilings like all the other houses on the beach. It had a long central room with the kitchen at the end toward the road and the living area facing out to a big porch and deck facing the ocean. Four bedrooms, two on each side, flanked the living area. Each bedroom had its own bath and was furnished with a double bed and a single. There was a sleeping loft above the kitchen and part of the living area that had four hide-a-bed couches and bunches of big floor cushions. Below the house was a storage room with the washer and drier, a work room, and a big enclosed outdoor shower area with three shower heads. This was a serious beach place. "Justin, just what does your dad do for a living?" "I told you before. He works for National Bank and Trust." "He must own the flippin' bank!" "Nah, he's just one of the senior vice presidents. Mom and dad built this place when we were small. My grandparents had several ocean front lots that they gave to my folks as a wedding present. Mom and dad sold some of the lots and used the money to build this place. We spent a lot of time in the summers down here when I was growing up. Come on, let's get settled in." We got all of the stuff moved from Justin's Pathfinder into the house in short order and cracked open two of the beers that big brother David had left in the refrigerator for us. The beer did both of us in. Justin and I settled into one of the front bedrooms. He took the double bed and I snagged the single. We opened the sliding door to let in the cool ocean breeze and the sound of the surf. I think I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next morning we went for a run on the beach before breakfast. All of the houses on Sunset Beach were set well back away from the ocean. At the end of the island where Justin's house was located there had to be a good fifty yards of sea oats and low sand dunes between the houses and the beach itself. Except for one older man walking a dog, Justin and I were the only people on the beach. After breakfast we covered ourselves with sun screen and went back out on the beach where we stayed most of the rest of the day. We carried a cooler with beer and sandwiches, two beach chairs, a frisbee, a football, and a soccer ball down with us. The entire day consisted of playing with the balls or frisbee, drinking a beer now and then, and going into the surf at least waist deep whenever we had to take a leak to get rid of some of the beer. The water hadn't lost its summer warmth yet and felt almost as warm as the air. We got cleaned up in the late afternoon and drove into Calabash, South Carolina, for dinner. Calabash was a small fishing village just at the North Carolina-South Carolina border. Years ago one of the more enterprising fishing boat captains decided to open a seafood restaurant. Now the place has restaurants from one end of town to the other and "Calabash Style" seafood in the Carolinas means fresh fish or shrimp that's been lightly battered and fried and served with french fries and hushpuppies. Justin and I hit one of the all-you-can-eat-for-one- low-price places and tried to put them into bankruptcy. After stuffing ourselves on the shrimp and hushpuppies we tooled down U.S. 17 to Myrtle Beach to one of the beach dance clubs just off the boardwalk. There wasn't a lot of action at the club since it was Thursday night and off season so we ended up back at Justin's place on Sunset Beach well before midnight. The next day we ran before breakfast and then carried all our beach paraphernalia back down to the beach for the rest of the day. Late in the afternoon we headed back up to the house to get cleaned up before the arrival of Justin's little brother and his friend. We were sitting on the porch of the house looking out at the ocean and having another beer when we heard a vehicle pull in off the street and stop under the house. Justin smiled. "Sound's like 'The Brat' is here." We went down the stairs to the parking area under the house just as two guys emerged from a new model Honda Accord. I would have picked Justin's brother out of a crowd immediately. He looked like a slightly younger version of Justin. The other guy was a strikingly good looking oriental. Justin and Brian exchanged hugs. Brian then introduced Justin to Stephen Nguyen who had gotten out of the passenger side of the car. Justin introduced me to his brother and to Stephen. We shook hands and kind of checked each other out. I knew from Justin that Brian was gay. From the looks I was getting from Stephen, I thought he was probably gay also. I wondered if he and Brian were a couple. As we unloaded the car and got Brian's and Stephen's stuff stored away in the other front bedroom, I had a chance to study both guys. Brian not only looked like Justin, he moved like him too. They were the same height with the same curly, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and quick smiles, but Brian's dimples weren't as deep as Justin's when he smiled. Brian wore a pullover knit shirt and shorts with sneakers. He still had evidences of his summer tan on his sinewy arms and soccer-honed legs. Again like Justin, his legs were covered with a coating of dark hair. Stephen was a doll! He was only about 5' 7" but looked well built under his tee shirt, shorts and sandals. His hair was jet black and cropped to about an inch or inch and a half all over his head. His features were clearly oriental (I found out later his parents had been born in Viet Nam) with a beautiful golden complexion and startlingly white, perfectly straight teeth surrounded by naturally red, full lips. He didn't appear to have any hair on his arms or legs, but if I looked carefully, I could see the delicate hairs on his arms and the sparse short black hairs on his legs. When we had everything unloaded, Brian unloaded a huge picnic basket that Mrs. Barnes had prepared to bring along for the meal. Fried chicken, rolls, potato salad, beans, even a freshly made apple pie for desert. The food was great. We washed it all down with another beer. There weren't any left overs. Afterwards we all took another beer and stretched out on the big cushions in the loft area while we talked. We decided that it was already too late to make the trip into the beach clubs in Myrtle Beach so Justin went down stairs to get another beer for everybody while Stephen retrieved a couple of joints from his room. I'd never smoked anything before let alone grass. By the time Stephen lit up the second joint, I could feel the effects. It was pleasant and relaxing and not quite the same as the buzz from alcohol. I did start to find a lot of things to be very funny. Mid way through the second joint, we were all mellow. Brian took on a serious look, cleared his throat, and spoke to me. "C.Z., I need to let you know that Stephen and I are gay. Will that be a problem for you?" Of course I'd known that Brian was gay because Justin had told me. Evidently, Justin hadn't told Brian about me. That struck me as funny, and I started to giggle. "It won't be a problem for me unless you object to my being gay." Stephen and Brian both grinned. Brian looked over at Justin and said, "Well, big bro, it looks like the score is three to one for our team." Justin grinned. "It may be three to one here, but there are still more guys on my team than on yours." "Maybe, but they ain't here, bro. Let's get him!" Brian reached over and pulled Justin into a head lock. They began wrestling around on the floor. Stephen and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and joined in the free for all. We wrestled and laughed until we were completely worn out ending in a pile of arms, legs, and bodies on the floor. "Hey," Stephen said, "I've come all this way to see the ocean. Let's go!" We each grabbed another beer from the fridge. Stephen stuck another joint behind his ear, and we headed out of the house toward the ocean. The night was still warm; the moon was about half full so there was enough light on the beach to see where we were going. I looked back at the houses along the beach and didn't see any other lights. It felt like we were the only ones on the island. We all walked along the harder sand at the edge of the waves for a ways before sitting down on the dry sand above the tide line to sip our beers and smoke the other joint. I couldn't remember ever feeling this relaxed. Justin stood up. "We've come all the way down here is any one gonna go in the water?" "I sure am." Brian stood peeling off his shirt and dropping his shorts and underwear in the sand. "I really have to pee after all that beer. Come on, guys." He ran into the surf to about his knees before diving under the next wave. Justin was next to strip and hit the water. Again Stephen and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders before stripping and joining in the fun. We played in the surf splashing and trying to dunk each other. It was a night of firsts for me...my first marijuana and my first skinny dip. So far both seemed like a lot of fun. When we climbed out of the water, we retrieved our clothes and the empty beer cans from the sand and started back toward the house. Neither Justin nor Brian made any attempt to put their clothes back on opting instead to carry everything bunched together in one hand. Stephen and I followed their lead and their bare white asses back to the house. Being naked really didn't bother me because we hadn't seen anyone else on the beach, and the houses as far as we could see down the beach were dark. Back at the house we all went into the big outdoor shower at the same time to wash off the sea brine. Justin had explained earlier that his mother had insisted on having the three shower heads in the enclosed outdoor shower because the family was so large that having everyone take an individual shower when they all came off the beach would take too long. Justin and I had shared the shower at school several times and the shower at the beach house the past two days. I was used to seeing him naked, but Brian and Stephen were new to me so I tried to watch them as much as possible while we showered. I was struck again at how much Brian resembled his older brother. Of course Brian's cock was uncut, like Justin's. It was also about the same size and the foreskin didn't completely cover the head just like Justin's. Brian's body was also almost identical to Justin's. Both had that soccer player's build, nice pecs, and defined six pack abs. Where Justin had a patch of hair in the space between his pecs, Brian's chest hair was just beginning to come in there. He did have the same trail of dark hair running from his navel to his pubic patch as Justin. Stephen's body was very compact. His skin was the same golden tone all over, and as I had suspected, he had almost no body hair except for some in his pits, the fine hairs on his legs that I noticed earlier in the evening, and an almost perfect triangle of black pubic hair. His penis was uncut and about three inches long. It wasn't long compared to the rest of us, but it was in proportion to his more compact body. His scrotum looked as hairless as the most of the rest of his body. Justin and I washed ourselves while Stephen and Brian took turns shampooing each others' hair and washing each others' backs. I took that as a signal that they would be sharing the same bed. Finishing his shower, Justin looked around and started giggling. "What's got you now?" I asked. "You guys were making fun of me being outnumbered three to one. Well, C.Z., looks like you're out numbered three to one in here." I guess the marijuana hadn't completely worn off because it took me a second to realize that Justin was talking about the fact that I was the only one who was circumcised. The other guys caught on at the same time and laughed hysterically. None of us had taken towels down to the beach so after we got out of the showers we gathered up our clothes and padded naked and dripping up the stairs into the house. Brian and Stephen disappeared into their bedroom on the opposite side of the house while Justin and I went into our area to dry off and go to bed. We spent the next day on the beach playing in the surf, tossing the frisbee or football, and kicking the soccer ball around while downing the occasional beer. The other three guys were all experienced soccer players while I was a complete novice at the game. They got a lot of laughs that day from my feeble attempts to kick and head the ball. That evening we hit the all-you-can-eat seafood buffet in Calabash again before heading down to Myrtle Beach to the clubs. Being Saturday night, there was a lot more action in the club than when Justin and I had been there on Thursday. The music was loud, and everyone was having a good time. Stephen and Brian danced together. There were a number of other same sex couples dancing so no one really paid them any attention. After a couple of dances with girls who were trying to pick me up, I joined them as a dance threesome. Justin danced with a couple of girls before ending up with one who was all over him. She must have been hot to trot because she kept grinding her pelvis into his while they danced and thrusting her breasts into his chest or arms at almost every opportunity. Being the shy sort of person he is, Justin was soon reciprocating her moves by placing his hands on her ass and shoulders whenever he could. I figured he was going to get lucky that night, and I was thankful that we'd decided to bring both vehicles. Brian drove Stephen and I back to the beach house while Justin took his honey back to her motel in Myrtle Beach after telling us that he would catch up with us in the morning. When we got back to the house, Stephen grabbed a couple of joints from the bedroom while Brian and I took some beers up to the loft area. We smoked the pot and nursed the beers while shooting the breeze with each other. Brian and Stephen were both on their high school soccer team and wanted to continue to play soccer in college. Brian wanted to follow his brother to Adams State. Stephen wasn't sure where he wanted to go to college. I found out that the two hunks weren't really a couple...just two gay friends who fooled around with each other. We had been sort of lounging on the floor. We had shed our shoes and shirts so I was enjoying the view of Brian's and Stephen's bare chests. Stephen got up from the floor and lit the second joint. He sat down on my left side putting me between him and Brian. Stephen took a hit on the joint and passed it across my body to Brian while allowing his hand to rest on my forearm. Brian took the joint from Stephen and drew in deeply. As he leaned in to hand it to me, he let his hand rest on my right thigh about mid way up from my knee to the opening of my shorts. As I drew the marijuana into my lungs I felt both Stephen's and Brian's hands moving on my body. Stephen moved his hands gently up and down my forearm and then along my biceps to my shoulder before tracing his finger down the outside of my left pec. Brian brushed his fingers along the hair on my thigh upwards until they ducked under the open leg of my shorts touching the edge of my briefs. I passed the joint to Stephen letting my fingers trace down from his wrist to his forearm before dropping my hand to his right thigh. I placed my right arm around Brian's bare shoulders and drew him closer to me. My acceptance and return of their touches provided the signal they had been looking for. Both guys changed positions so that we were all lying down with me in the middle on my back and Brian and Stephen stretched out next to me on their sides. Our bodies were in contact from our shoulders to toes. Stephen sucked in a lung full of the smoke and leaned in toward Brian and me. Brian put his face next to mine as Stephen gave us what I later found out were called shotguns. I leaned my head back and wrapped my arm around Brian. He lay over the upper part of my body and began softly licking on my neck and collar bone. Stephen returned to us after putting the remains of the joint in the empty beer can we'd been using as an ash tray. He lay down with us and started using his tongue on my left nipple. I ran my hand down his back. He had slipped off his shorts and underwear so nothing prevented my hand from traveling completely down his back and cupping one of his smooth ass cheeks in my hand. I felt two sets of fingers tugging at my zipper and pulling my shorts and briefs down and off. Brian and Stephen came up to my face, and we shared a three way kiss moving our tongues from one waiting mouth to the other. I felt Brian pull away and heard the sound of the zipper on his shorts. When he rejoined us I ran my hand down his back to cup one of his naked cheeks like I was doing to Stephen. Stephen moved to place his erect cock and balls in front of my face. His hard dick was about six inches long with the foreskin fully retracted from the head. Before swallowing his cock, I reached up and moved his foreskin up over the head of his dick. As I closed my mouth over his love pole I peeled the foreskin back with my lips while running my tongue over the smooth head which was leaking precum like crazy. As I worked on Stephen, I felt Brian begin to wash my dick and balls with his tongue. Suddenly Stephen's cock was pulled away from my mouth, and Brian's took its place while Stephen began working his mouth and tongue on my cock, balls, and licking down to my perineum. Unlike Stephen, Brian's foreskin didn't come completely off the head even though his dick was stretched out to a hard and full eight inches. I'd noticed that the foreskin of Justin's cock didn't come completely off the head the one time I'd seen him with a full hard on when he and I had watched Jason jacking off in his sleep. Yet another similarity between the two brothers. I grasped Brian's cock and pulled the foreskin back up to cover the head then stuck my tongue in the opening and moved it around inside between the glans and the foreskin. Brian must have liked that because he moaned loudly. I continued the tongue movements and began playing with his balls with my other hand. Stephen moved his tongue farther down my perineum to my asshole. He started sucking and licking on my pucker with abandon. Brian pulled away from my mouth and moved to take a position behind Stephen where he proceeded to give Stephen's hole the same treatment Stephen was giving mine. Stephen wiggled his ass in Brian's face. He looked up at me, but his eyes were focused on a place very far away. Suddenly Stephen rolled over on his back pulling his knees up to his chest. "Someone fuck me now! I need it!" Brian retrieved a lubricated condom from someplace, tore open the packet and began unrolling it down his cock. When he was sheathed he positioned himself and sank his shaft into Stephen's waiting hole. As Brian moved his manhood in and out, Stephen reached over his head and grabbed my arms. I allowed him to place me so that he was able to rim my ass and use his hand on my dick. I realized that in this position I could either suck on Stephen's dick while playing with Brian's nipples or I could use my hand on Stephen's dick while Brian and I exchanged deep kisses. I alternated between the two choices. Brian's body tensed. He started pumping his dick in and out of Stephen's ass faster than before. Suddenly he shuddered and plowed into Stephen as hard as he could. Stephen knew what was happening. He stopped rimming my ass and looked down at Brian. "Yeah, Bri! Fill it up! Brian shuddered again and began to pull out. He reached over to his discarded clothes and tossed a condom package to me. "Go for it, C.Z." I didn't need a second invitation. I tore the foil package and unrolled the rubber on my hard dick. Andy and I were virgins to gay sex when we started so I'd never used a condom before. I thought, 'well, this is what Andy was talking about being safe.' As much as I wanted to be inside Stephen's tight little ass, I didn't want to take any chances with Andy's health. I got down on my knees between Stephen's wide spread legs. His hole was relaxed and still partially open. I lined up the head of my dick with his opening and pushed in. Although Brian had loosened him up, Stephen's rectal walls closed around my cock and surrounded it with soft warmth. I started moving in and out of his love chute while Brian positioned himself where I had been just a few moments before so that Stephen could lick his ass and balls. As I moved in and out I took hold of Stephen's cock and began jacking him in time with my movements. As I increased the speed of my fucking, Stephen released Brian's balls and began turning his head from side to side. I knew he was getting ready to come. Brian sensed it also and moved down to place his mouth over the end of Stephen's cock as I continued to jack it. Stephen's body tensed as he started pouring his load into Brian's waiting mouth. Stephen's rectal muscles spasmed and I came with a loud grunt collapsing on top of Stephen. After resting for a couple of minutes, we cleaned up the loft area and then all climbed into Brian and Stephen's bed before going to sleep. I woke up after a couple of hours, disengaged myself from the tangle of arms and legs, and quietly padded back to my own bed. The three of us had already eaten breakfast and were beginning to clean up the beach house when Justin showed up in the morning. He looked tired but happy, and he had a huge hickey on his neck. Of course we all noticed that right away and started teasing him. "Eat your hearts out guys." He smiled in reply to our teasing. "Her roommate came into the room after Susan and I got started. The roommate just climbed in and joined us. It turned into an awesome threesome." Stephen raised his coffee cup to salute Justin. "Yeah. I understand threesomes are a lot of fun." Brian and I couldn't control our laughter. Justin looked at us and shook his head. "I don't think I want to know." It was Brian's turn to reply. "Hey, bro. If you don't ask, I won't tell." Justin opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it. "I'm going to go get cleaned up so C.Z. and I can head back up to Adams State." As we watched his back disappear into the bedroom and shower, Brian said, "He's probably going to check to make sure the darn thing is still attached to his body." "Hey, I don't know about you guys, but mine got enough exercise last night that I sure checked in the shower to make sure it was still there!" That sent Brian and I into more spasms of laughter. We got the house cleaned up. Justin and Brian wanted to make certain that it was spotless enough to pass their mother's inspection. Justin hugged Brian and Stephen before opening the passenger door on his Pathfinder. I gave Brian and Stephen hugs as well as a quick kiss before climbing in to the driver's seat of Justin's vehicle and starting us on the road back to school. Justin slept for the first couple of hours. As I drove the sky turned gray and sodden. By the time we got to Charlotte we were driving through a real storm with rain, thunder, and lightening. I didn't realize the storm was just a preview of what waited for me back at school. (To be continued)