Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2017 19:39:24 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My Rushed Physical Exam Chapter 7 My Rushed Physical, Chapter 7: Amor Omnia Vincit By Cresive As Usual, if you enjoyed this, or any other story on Nifty, please display your gratitude by supporting the site. Fortunately, my life settled into the routine, stable life of a smaller town. Summer's apogee had come and gone and I was starting to think of the upcoming school year. Somewhere along the line I decided to join the cross-country team. I wasn't in love with running, but I thought the training would improve my conditioning and help to cut weight for wrestling season. I was starting to run in the mornings, before the heat of the day took became prohibitive of such exertion. Even though I lived the impecunious life of a teenager saving for college, I did manage to save for some nice running shoes. They weren?t light, but they were well cushioned and would prevent injury. I was fortunate, in that the woods around my house were abundant and full of trails and access roads for loggers and utility workmen. This afforded me a labyrinth of running routes. I hadn't seen Mr. Fahy since our last tet-a-tet, although I still had wondrous dreams about that day! I spent many final hours of the day, just before nodding off to sleep thinking about the love we made. As I passed into the wonderland of dreams, I would imagine Mr. Fahy entering, and ultimately injecting his essence into me. I had many a masturbation session upon waking due to the dreams, both remembered and unremembered, during my slumber. For some reason, I didn't have the conflicting deliberations about my sexuality now. I wouldn't say I had accepted being gay, or didn't resent what had happened to me. I just seemed to accept who I was and let the vagaries of life proceed as it happened. I wasn't philosophical, it just didn't bother me anymore. Fortunately, I did not hear from Mr. Wallace either! This gave me a lot of time to think and organize how I felt about my experiences with him. I was not longer in awe of his business e'clat. I also believed that I had grown resilient enough to deflect his deprecations if so challenged. Fortunately, I didn't have to test this theory as I never really heard from him again. There was some imbroglio about he and Mr. Clark trying to weasel Mr. Kircher out of the land he owned. I guess all that forest land was his family estate and they wanted it to build a mall or something. This would explain why he didn't seem a part of the poker cabal, and why they were so intensely interested in my sexual deeds with him. The one thing I do remember about the story, a Sgt. Fahy seemed to be instrumental in busting up the plan. Thank God for small miracles. As the summer progressed my regular friends began to stay home in lieu of summer camps, vacations, etc. and was able to see more of them. It was a bit bizarre to be a child after my experiences over the last year, but I slowly readjusted to being a fifteen-year-old boy. Soon, my sexual experiences at the hands of Mr. Wallace, Mr. Fahy and Mr. Kircher, began to fade and become fodder for masturbatory narratives. I allowed the poker games to fade into a distant, hazy corner of my brain. However, I tried to keep my meetings with Mr. Fahy as fresh as I could manage. The only real vestige of those experiences was that I never looked at anyone, especially older men, the same. On the bad side, I was constantly vigilant to see how men looked at me. On the flip side, I often looked at men and imagined how THEY would look undressed. I wondered if they were cut or uncut, a shower or grower, straight or gay. I started to notice the bulges in their pants, especially when they would sit down. I caught myself dropping things on the floor just to get a good look as I pick up the item. I was rewarded a few times when I caught a few men with wide-legged shorts going commando. Even a brief glimpse of someone's penis or balls would be replayed that evening as I pleasured myself. For some reason, a brief glimpse seemed even more erotic than my unimpeded views at the pool with Mr. Fahy. Yes, I had transformed from an innocent child, to a sexually awakened teenager. I did have one more experience, but it wasn't as traumatic or dramatic as previous tales. In fact, it was more along the lines of how my sexual awakening should have played out. Just before school started, but after I started training for the cross-country team, I went to a pool party. This was at a neighborhood pool of a friend, and basically his family rented out the pool for a private party. I rode my bike to the neighborhood's pool, and caught up with some friends I had barely seen all summer. The party was a big shindig as a last hurrah for the summer. I entered the changing room and was greeted by several kids and dads in various stages of undress. Like the pool party with Mr. Fahy, I had a cornucopia of naked flesh to ogle. Unlike that day, I had to be stealthier in my admirations. I did make a show of taking a shower before I put on my swim trunks. The pool was L-shaped, with a diving area and a lap-swim section on the stem of the L. I was really enjoying catching up with my friends, until I did a dive off the High-dive. I didn't realize it, but my shorts were a bit old and the string not tied tight enough. That, coupled with my skinny, runner's body caused the shorts to literally slip down to my ankles and finally off. I barely noticed them slip off it was so quick. Fortunately, I did notice but by the time I had surfaced, my shorts were already floating. Some guys tried to dive in and take my shorts, but I was a fast swimmer and as able to secure them before anyone else. I did have to struggle to keep them, and spent a few moments quite naked for everyone in the party to enjoy. I did notice some of the dads take more than a casual interest in my plight. I also noticed that while I wanted to cover myself, I wasn't as petrified at being seen naked as I had been during my strip search or the poker games. This enabled me to actually keep my head about me and maneuver myself to the pool edge where I could cover myself with the side of the pool while I maintained ownership of my trunks. Once I secured my shorts and what was left of my dignity, I clung to the deep end wall to catch my breath. I noticed a guy who came to my defense. I didn't know him and at that instant, felt it was the first I had ever seen him. Now here is where this story actually begins. I was immediately smitten by him. I have no idea why he captivated me, but the second I saw him I was bewitched, enchanted if will. He wasn't the high school quarterback by any means, but he seemed to fit a type I didn't even know I preferred. His name was Brad, and he was going to be a year ahead of me at school. He was about five feet ten, maybe 200 lbs. He had a square build, but unlike Mr. Fahy, he had some baby fat on him. This gave him a dough boy look that was quite attractive. I wouldn't call him fat, or even corpulent, but stocky. Overall, he had a build similar to the stocky men I had been with, but he was much, much younger. This gave him a baby-faced aura that immediately drew me to him. I was still in the pool, so the first thing I noticed were his feet. He had adorable feet, perfectly formed, and trimmed. They were as well formed as Mr. Wallace's, but with the beauty that only youth can provide. Unlike other guys our age who usually abuse their feet into callused nubs, he had soft-looking and tender feet. I was fascinated by his healthy pink-hued toes as he walked over to fend off some of my tormentors. They had that clean look you get from soaking in a chlorinated pool or a hot tub. As his foot came down, his toes would remain upward curled until he planted the foot fully onto the cement. My mind was torn between regaining my dignity and grabbing him and sucking on his adorable toes. I had never had the desire to that before, but it was overwhelming me at this moment. I wanted to pleasure his toes like Mr. Fahy had pleasured mine! I next noticed his hairy calves and legs. He wasn't overly hairy, but much furrier compared to my legs. He had well developed calves, that added to his solid build. His midsection was covered by wet, red Birdwell's that didn't leave much to my imagination as I leered at his crotch. I couldn't get an idea of how endowed he was, but I could tell he was uncut by the formed image his shorts made on his penis. I was becoming well practiced at looking at men's crotches of late. His torso wasn't fat, but it was thickset with a little hair around his belly button. He had a nice chest, but more of a regularly active youth, and not an overdeveloped one of an athlete. He had the pinkest areolas and nipples I had seen in a long while. Like his toes, I had an irresistible desire to suckle them, or run my fingers along his areolas similar to how Mr. Kircher had done with me. Brad had a few hairs on his chest, but they were between his pectoral muscles and did not distract from his nipples at all. I then took my time to admire his face. I am a sucker (no pun intended)for handsome faces and his was handsome. What an Adonis! He had a nice square jaw to outline his round face. His high cheeks framed an aquiline nose that put a perfect exclamation point to his angelic face. He was half laughing, half scolding his friends as he came to my rescue. He had the longer hair of a teenager, but it was well trimmed and framed his face like a cover model on GQ magazine. I couldn't stop looking at him! Fortunately, my friends took my fascination for being dazed with my very public naked state. Unlike my previous exhibitionistic events, I knew almost everyone here! I should have been mortified, but instead, I was enthralled with my Adonis. I snapped out of my awe of Brad long enough to loosen my shorts--no easy task with wet string--and work them back on. Being re-clothed, my entertainment value quickly diminished and I was able to climb out of the pool. Eschewing he diving boards, I quickly made a beeline for the dressing rooms. As I was there, trying to make sure my shorts would remain secure, Brad walked in to check on me. He looked even more saintly up close. We were alone, so I could really take him in. We chatted a bit, and I ensured him that I would survive my ordeal. I didn't want to let him know that this was not the first time I have been naked in front of a crowd. I tried to act like it really shook me, but I am no thespian. I have no idea why I did what I did next, but I feigned frustration at trying to untie my shorts, and pulled them off, standing completely naked in front of Brad. He was a bit nonplussed at my sudden nudity. He didn't really know where to look and tried not to look at my exposed genitals. He was rather unsuccessful, and I noticed his furtive glances at my cock. Having just been in the pool, my tackle was not the most impressive and the shrinkage factor had done its damage. Nevertheless, I really wanted to be naked in front of Brad. I even handed him my shorts to see if he could undo the knot I had created in my drawstring. It took him a few minutes, but he was able to untie my drawstring and he handed me my bathing suit. I made a show of ensuring my drawstring wouldn't get lost in the hem while I donned them, just to extend the time I could be naked and allow Brad to admire my body. He looked a bit uncomfortable, but that didn't stop him from taking in my nude form. I even turned around as I pulled on my wet bathing suit, pretending that I was trying to gain some semblance of modesty, but mostly I wanted Brad to get an unfettered view of my butt. Once I was secured, we exited the changing room and rejoined he party. I tried to keep as close to Brad as I could, but soon I realized he had other interests. I was beginning to think myself a fool. As I was second-guessing myself, I realized that not every sixteen-year-old is as comfortable with nudity as I had become. Being on a sports team inured you a bit, but being the teenage sex toy for several older men significantly lowered my inhibitions compared to a normal guy my age. I was experiencing a form of culture shock and realized that I would have to relearn the sexual proclivity rules for teenage boys. I soon began to wonder what Brad thought of my unabashed display of my naked body. Did he think me gay? Would he spread my show around school? Had I lost my object of desire before I could even get to know him?! I spent the rest of the party rather crestfallen. Most of my friends kidded me about making a splash at the party, etc. and took my mood for embarrassment. I did not disabuse them of that notion, and really just wanted to go home to sulk. I made a few stealthy efforts to endear myself to Brad, but left the party on my bike, alone. I had a more difficult time coming to grips with my thoughts about my unrequited love for Brad than I did parsing out how to deal with my experiences with Mr. Wallace. I guess what happened to me with Mr. Wallace had been done to me. I was a passive participant, much like a ball in a game; all my movements being directed by the players, without a free will of my own. I only had to cope with my feelings about an experience. This time, I actually acted upon my feelings, albeit a bit more aggressively than proper for a teenager. My unfulfilled desire left a whole in my chest that I didn't know how to plug. I needed to be more cautious with my actions in the future. I just hoped Brad didn't spread around how I had basically offered myself to him and give me a reputation I did not wish to have. Providence did smile upon me though, as I would have a chance encounter with Brad before the school year started. A group of my friends, including Brad, planned a campout for our last weekend of freedom. I didn't have a tent, so I would have to pair up with someone, but multiple people were going to do that, so I agreed to attend. I packed up my backpack and gathered my sleeping back. It was still quite warm out for a sleeping bag, but I didn't have anything else to sleep in. I hadn't been camping in a while, but before my dad was taken ill, he showed me how to do so safely and comfortably. I figured I was as prepared and I could be for a night in the woods. On the day of our trip, a wood-paneled Jeep Wagoneer pulled up to gather me for the trip. I almost peed my pants when I saw who was driving, BRAD! I was simultaneously excited beyond words and mortified I would do something to embarrass myself further. He hopped out, and gave me a smile as a greeting. I recovered my equanimity, gathered my stuff and marched toward his car to load up my gear. Once stowed, I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up for an adventure--what type of adventure I had no idea. We drove to the mountains which gave us a couple hours to talk. After a few moments of silence, I thanked Brad for his help when I lost my bathing suit. He had a chuckle or two at my expense and said that if I wanted to get naked for him, I didn't have to make such a show of myself. I had no idea of what he meant; did he mean to not lose my suit when I dove into the pool, or not to drop my suit when he helped me in the changing room. I tried to cover and said that I had lost some of my modesty being on the wrestling team, etc. He chortled and said he could tell. He explained why I hadn't seen him before, as his parents worked for the government and he was born and spent a lot of his life overseas. He would be in my town until he graduated though. Information that I gladly assimilated. We met up with the rest of the gang at the trail head, and we hiked into the sylvan world of the Appalachian Trail. We hiked for a couple hours and I was getting tired. I may be in shape, but I was not used to hauling a pack and sleeping back on my runs. Soon, we came to a wide stream and stopped to rest. Almost immediately, a couple guys stripped to their underwear and jumped into the cold water. I envied them and wanted to join them, but I wasn't about to strip down in front of this crowd, again. After about 10 minutes though, I revisited my thoughts on the idea. Finally, I said it was too hot to not jump in. Expressing my thoughts seemed to motivate a few other guys and soon, five of us were in the water. I made a big deal of the fact that I didn't want to hike the rest of the way in wet underwear, which excused me to bare all and go skinny dipping. I had at least one other recruit, so I wasn't the only naked person in the water. I was the least developed, as the other boys had much more hair about their bodies, and even the ones in their underwear had more endowment than I. I was a little embarrassed, but figured I was who I was and let the feelings of inadequacy wash over me like the cold stream waters. Besides, by this time I was used to being naked in front of more mature people. I hadn't thought about how to dry off, and I had to climb onto a rock and let the sun bake me dry. The other boys joined me, and we made a nice little tableau of boy flesh before we dried and got dressed. As we returned to the trail, Brad actually walked with me. He stopped me to show me some animal runs and other natural sites as we hiked to our camp. I guess his dad was a naturalist and had taught him to look at trails more completely than the average man. His commentary caused us to lag behind the main group by a few hundred feet, but still within earshot if we needed to call. However, it did delay us long enough that by the time we arrived at our camp, everyone else had paired up and began to set up their tents. I tried to hide my uncontrollable glee at having to share a tent with the object of my desire, and I think it is slightly possible that I may have actually fooled at least one person there. Luckily, everyone was busy making camp, so I didn't have to worry about what they thought of my mood. The other problem with being the last in camp was that we had the last choice of tent locations. Our choices were so poor, that Brad and I decided to pitch our tent a little away from the others. We were also a bit higher up on a bank, which turned out to be quite fortuitous. We pitched our tent, dug a trench around us, and installed a tarp over our tent. I had packed up a tarp to cover the tent to help shelter us from any sudden rain storms. Brad and I assembled the tarp to not only protect the tent, but the deflect any rain downhill and away from the tent. We were the only ones with a tarp, as nobody seemed to think it important. As soon as shelter was secured, we gathered around to eat! I didn't realize how famished I was until I bit into a cold sandwich. I had to fight the urge to gorge myself, even on a bland, lukewarm sandwich. We all chatted about the hike and how nice the creek was to cool off. After lunch, we explored the immediate area for something to do. To our surprise, there was a waterfall and swimming hole about half a mile up the mountain. While there was a little evidence that people had been there, it was devoid of anyone on that day. This was heaven for a group of hot, tired teenagers! Unlike the previous swim, everyone stripped down and jumped into this bucolic swimming hole. I even watched Brad strip down to his birthday suit-and what a suit!!! Immediately, I returned to my smitten state as I watched him take off his hiking boots, socks, shirt and pants. He stood up to admire the swimming hole for a couple of seconds before removing his briefs, but that was long enough to burn his image into my brain to this day! He quickly dropped his briefs down to his ankles and admired the water as he casually stepped out of his last raiment. Again, this afforded me the opportunity to burn his image into my brain--it is located adjacent to the first image. I honed in on his well-developed genitals. He was hairier than I, but not so much that I didn't grow even more enthralled with him. He was a somewhat of a grower, but had a nicely formed, uncut penis that balanced over a set of downy-covered balls. His left ball would move forward as he walked, but otherwise they formed a perfect nest for his penis. Too soon, Brad made a dash for the swimming hole and jumped in. I watched as his semi-hairy butt bounced up and down as he ran. I awakened from my study of Brad's body to realize that I was the last to undress and jump into the water. I quickly joined the gang and we splashed around for a while. eventually, I grew tired of simply splashing about, and decided to climb up the hill to the top of the waterfall. I found a small trail that took you around the fall and to the top. Once atop the falls, I looked down before doing a nice swan dive into the water. I emerged to hear Brad tease me that I didn't have on any swim trunks. That sent the group into a series of taunts related to my previous swimming experience with them. Undaunted, I repeated my climb and dive. After a few dives, I became a little more brazen as I eschewed the trail and instead climbed right up the face of the falls, which afforded everyone the opportunity to admire my naked backside as I climbed. After about the third or fourth trip, a few others joined me. I was able to get in more dives, as they chose to go around the face of the falls, and not allow the gang the sight of their assholes and dangling cocks. I actually enjoyed being free enough to allow them the view--again, I had a lot more experience at being naked and ogled than my age-matched friends. As with all good times, our swimming time came to an end. Too soon, we had to dress and return to our camps. By this time, everyone was comfortable with being naked and we all just stood around and chatted while we air-dried. Soon we were dressed and making our way back to camp. We were all dog tired, both from the hike and from swimming in the cold mountain waters. We ate dinner, and a few guys had a bottle of bourbon to consume. I was too tired, and smart enough to realize that we had a hike back down the mountain the next morning, so I declined all but one dram of the liquor. I was heartened to see that when I stood up to retire, Brad decided to join me. Other than one person who was already snoring away, the rest of the gang decided to stay up and finish off the booze. Brad and I crawled into our tent and immediately realized that we would be very warm all night. This was a fully enclosed pup tent and didn't have great circulation. In addition, we had a tarp over our tent that trapped in the hot air. We did open all the flaps we could, but still the heat was a bit stifling. Somewhat out of necessity, and somewhat out of exhibitionistic desires, I stripped down to my jockeys soon after I entered the tent. Brad followed suit and we lay on top of our sleeping bags making small talk. As we lay there, my balls got very sweaty and uncomfortable. I mentioned that the tent was so hot, that my balls were melting in their case. Brad chuckled and said his were a bit uncomfortable as well. Taking the lead, and figuring there wasn't much he hadn't already been privy to, I removed my underwear and lay on my back, totally nude. I pretended to not look, but I could sense Brad taking in my naked form. I didn't overtly look his way so that he felt free enough to take in my body if he wished. I could tell that he wished he could be so bold, but didn't move to remove his underwear. I started to mention that I had already seen his naked form, and that after the swimming hole, he had nothing to hide. This didn't persuade him, but I felt it justified my nudity enough that Brad wouldn't feel uncomfortable. I was semi correct, but not for the reason I figured. Neither of us could sleep, so we chatted about the upcoming school year. I talked about my sports, Brad talked about his extracurricular activities and having to make a new set of friends. I got a bit animated when I was talking about facing the division champion in my weight class and rolled over on my side facing Brad as I discussed my desire to beat him. Brad immediately took in my hanging cock and balls which sloped down, unencumbered from my crotch. Knowing that he was staring at me only caused me to chub up a bit. Not too badly, but enough to make a good impression on Brad. Up until now, he had only seen me after I had been swimming. This was the first time he really took a look at my penis without a significant shrinkage factor. Brad was a little lost for a response to my story, and continued to look at the naked body in front of him. I relished in his attentions and just lay there for him to take in. I even opened my legs to allow more air between my legs. This gave Brad an unencumbered view of both my cock and balls as they were on full display. Unlike at the creek or the pool, my balls were hanging free from my body. I was enjoying having my Adonis admiring my naked body. I was starting to long for that corporeal experience I had with Mr. Fahy, and lay their wishing Brad would take me and relieve of my carnal desires. However, Brad was a nervous teenager, not a mature man and he just lay there not knowing what to do. About this time, it started to rain--I am really glad I remembered the tarp!! Soon, it was really coming down and anyone who remained awake to consume the bourbon, quickly killed the fire and entered their tents. The rain hitting the tarp was loud enough that we had to speak up a bit, but I realize that would also muffle our voices to the point that we could speak freely. I was also getting quite horny displaying myself for a guy that I thought was absolutely adorable. Brad was also on his side, and I noticed that he placed a hand in front of him to keep his body from falling forward. I started to scheme how to get his hand on my penis. I didn't want to scare him off, or worse have him kick me out of his tent, naked. However, my desire to have sex with him was going to make me explode if I didn't do something! I finally decided that it was now or never, so I rolled onto my belly to reach up into the head of the tent for "something." This motion literally caused my cock and balls to fall onto the back of Brad's hand. I could tell he didn't expect the move, and when he started to move his hand, his body fell forward and ontop of my naked body. Remember, he only donned his underwear and I was totally naked, so I got to feel his entire body on mine as he fell on top of me. He panicked and tried to right himself. However, in his attempt, he basically put his hand right on my ass?and I mean dead center. Before he realized what happened, he had pushed aside my far cheek, which caused his hand to land right on my pucker. I had my legs spread to keep cool, so he literally got a handful of my ass. Like something out of a bad sitcom, he removed his hand from my ass, which caused his body to fall back on mine. I pretended to try to move out from under him, but really just managed to wedge myself further under him. I was starting to enjoy the body contact and didn't want this to end. In another attempt to right himself, he pushed his hand between my legs. To both our dismay, he placed his hand right on my balls. This caused us both to stir and I lifted and turned my body so that I was both facing him and in the center of the tent. He wound up scooting a bit toward the middle to hurry his turn as well. I took this opportunity to bend slightly in an attempt to sooth my aching balls. We both looked down as I massaged my balls between us. Once the pain subsided, I continued to rub them which brought my cock against his underwear. This was not planned, but not unappreciated by me. Firstly, I had a bit of precum that I was able to wipe off onto his underwear. Secondly, I felt a bolt of electricity as my cock head touched his cotton-shroud penis. As best I could, I pretended that my balls still hurt to the point that I didn't notice the contact. His cock noticed! By the time I stealthily wiped off my precum, his cock had expanded and pushed out his underwear to the point that I could no longer have avoid contact. I kept this up until I couldn't fake what I was doing and dropped my balls, straightened up and looked Brad in the face. His face had completely changed. He wasn't the embarrassed object of my affection anymore. He was caught up in his lust and ready to take charge. He reached out and pulled my head to his as kissed me hard. What tentativeness he had up to now, was trampled by his lust. Wanting to get things moving, I reached down and pulled his underwear down to his knees. He took the clue and maneuvered them down to his ankles and off. He then reached out and roughly grabbed my cock. He wasn't an experienced sexual partner, and eagerness trumped expertise. I didn't mind, he was a bit unpolished, because my Adonis was going to had sex with me. Again, I took the lead. I rolled him onto his back, and kissed his beautiful body as I made a slow egress toward his genitals. He had a very desirable body. Unlike the older men I had been with, he had burnished-smooth skin that seemed to wriggle when I caressed it. He was also less hairy, which allowed me to relish his taste. I licked and kissed my way to his right nipple which I caressed with my tongue. I also nibbled on his tit, just subtle enough to not be too painful, but hard enough that he jumped a bit. I somehow carefully moved to the other nipple to repeat my attentions. I heard a guttural groan on top of a purr as I did these manipulations. Thankfully, the rain drowned out any noises we were making. With as much patience as I could muster, I moved to his belly button in route to my main objective. By now, his cock head had escaped its shroud and was staring right at me. Brad had a nicely shaped cock head that resembled an arrowhead. It was almost crimson from being engorged with so much blood and reminded me of Rudolph's nose on that Christmas show. I took his very rigid cock and admired it briefly before I licked his cockhead. As lovingly as I could, I licked some precum from his piss slit before engulfing his entire cock. He had a much fresher and cleaner taste than the men I had been forced to satisfy. He was about six inches and medium girth so I didn't have too much difficulty in accommodating his entire penis. I didn't want to ever tell him how I knew I could take all of him, and I tried to pretend that this was my first time, as I made love to him. Brad didn't seem to care as he was moaning in appreciation. Brad lay back and allowed me to minister to his body. I hadn't considered that Brad may have been a virgin. I admired him so much, that I assumed he had been with plenty of people. The thought suddenly crossed my mind that I was his first encounter. I was pleased, and tried to be cautious about showing my experience. However, soon my lust overcame all of my concerns and thoughts. I removed Brad's penis from my mouth and proceeded to lick and take each of his balls into my mouth. Again, he was well developed, but his balls were a very nice size, smaller compared to the mature men I had to this point. I savored his balls and slurped them as I tasted his manly smell. His scent was sweeter and less musky than the older men which almost made me swallow his balls with desire. Quickly, I returned to his rock-hard cock. Again, I licked off precum from the tip of his cock. I then licked his cockhead as if it was the scoop of ice-cream on top of a cone. This caused Brad to squirm like a snake under me. Succumbing to my primal desires, I took the entirety of his cock into my mouth again. I then pumped my head up and down as my tongue caressed the underside of his cock. Too soon, I felt Brad's body tense and his cockhead grow wider. Knowing that was my cue, I impaled my head on his cock as he shot several loads down my throat. As he slowly came down from his orgasm, I suckled his cock to extract the last of his seed. Soon he began to squirm as he pushed me off his overly sensitive cock. We both lay back to review what we had just done. I was in heaven. I had finally tasted my Adonis! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I was soon thinking about having him copulate with me, as I remembered that I had packed some Vaseline in my pack in case I got a blister. I wanted to get up and dig out the Vaseline, but my body was tired and didn't want to move. I just lay there savoring the taste of his cum and thinking how thankful I was. I did manage to roll my head over to look at Brad. Even in my post-coital oblivion, I could see alarm on his face. It took me a few seconds, but I did manage to roll to my side to inquire what was bothering him. Again, this had me facing him, with my still erect cock pointing at him, precum dripping from my cockhead. My balls were hanging down in the heat as well. Before I could inquire about what was ailing him, he pronounced that he wasn't a fag! I agreed. He also had me promise that what happened would never get out. I rolled onto my back and laughed at that. I didn't mean to ridicule him, but I recalled how that was my exact thought after Mr. Wallace had finished his strip search and rape of me. He was getting more annoyed, when I promised him that I wouldn't do anything to harm him or make his life more difficult. In my mind, I entertained a very brief thought of threatening to "out" him unless he blew me as well, but I couldn't conceive of harming my Adonis. Plus, that was not me, but some vestigial thought stream of what Mr. Wallace who WOULD do. I told him that I had enjoyed every second of his blowjob and that I wanted to do it again. He sneered at me for a few seconds before he realized that he had enjoyed himself as well. I reached out to fondle his spent cock, but he moved away. I didn't want to ruin our experience, so I let him gather his thoughts. I repeated my offer to do this again, and he said he would consider it. Trying to be as empathetic as I could, I rolled onto my back and asked Brad if I was his first. He bluffed a bit, before finally admitting that I was. That is why he was so timid about looking at me and touching me! I told him that I really liked him and that I would let him touch me anytime he wished. As a test, he reached out and started to jack me off. Even though I was worried about losing my Adonis, I remained hard. Brad then reached down and rolled my balls in his hand. Soon, curiosity overtook his regrets and he sat up to inspect my penis. He asked if it hurt when they circumcised me or whether I had issues with my cock head constantly rubbing against my underwear. I lay back and answered him as best I could. I realized that being overseas, he didn't have the luxury of multiple, long-term friends with which he could share his thoughts and concerns. He asked if he could put his mouth on my penis, and I readily agreed. Clumsily, he took me in his mouth and tried to please me, orally. I was half worried I had overstepped myself, and half overwhelmed with desire to give myself to my Adonis. Soon, even Brad's clumsy ministrations overcame my fears and I was soon shooting a huge load. Brad removed my penis from his mouth and watched as I shot all over my belly and chest. I as a bit disappointed that he didn't let me cum in his mouth, but this was his first time and I could understand his hesitation. I didn't have that luxury on my first time, so I was happy to give it to Brad. I grabbed my underwear and wiped myself. He just sat on his hells and watched. He was fascinated as he commented on how my cock pulsed when I shot. I looked down and could tell he had enjoyed the show as he was hard agai--so that is the wonder of youth the men had mentioned. All I could think of was how beautiful Brad looked as he studied my cock. Braving the possibility of pushing Brad further away, I sat up, and reached out to fondle his balls and jack him off a bit. Lust is a powerful master, especially to a teenager. Brad succumbed to his desires and allowed me to fondle him until he was fully erect. I toyed with his penis for a few minutes before I decided to take things a bit further. I leaned back and removed the Vaseline from my back pack, and ensued to grease up his pole. He looked at me with a puzzled face, before I rolled over and maneuvered my ass to his crotch. Even a simpleton could have figured out what I was offering, and Brad was no simpleton. He leaned forward and inserted his hard cock into my ass. Having been spoiled by Mr. Fahy and Mr. Kircher, and even by Mr. Wallace following my cavity search, I hadn't realized that entering my unprepared ass would be so painful. I let out a groan, which I hoped the rain had muffled sufficiently before I started to coach Brad on his technique. Fortunately, he wasn't as wide as the men I had previously taken and soon the Vaseline did its trick. Brad mounted me and started a vigorous pounding of my newly sore ass. Again, he was a bit crude in his technique, but I wanted him in me so badly I would have impaled myself on him if he was four times his size, and without Vaseline. Before he could climax again, I had us change positions so that my legs were on his shoulders and he could lean in and face me as he reinserted his man-pole. He seemed to like this position as he resumed his assault on my anus. I liked it too. Brad had the perfect endowment in that every entry stroke, the head of his penis stabbed directly on my prostate. Pretty soon, I was whooping and encouraging him to give it to me. He was confused at first about my reaction, but soon joined with me and renewed his vigorous breeding of me. While he had more staying power, having cum once already, all good things come to an end. Soon, Brad tensed up, impaled his entire cock into my rectum and shot his semen into me. His body shuttered several times as he deposited his milk into my rectum. I had cum too. I think I shot all over myself just prior to Brad's orgasm. The near simultaneous orgasms seem to feed each other and we were both literally spent. As hot as we were, Brad fell on top of me and slid to my side due to the perspiration on both our bodies and the cum that lubricated my body. Neither of us seemed to mind that we were hot, sweaty and now both covered in my cum. As Brad fell to my side, his cock slipped out and I did my best to close my abused anus before his cum could slip out. We both drifted off to dreamland where we lay; sexually sated, exhausted and seemingly lifeless. I don't think either of us moved for a couple hours, until a chill hit me early in the morning. Being the smaller and thinner of the two, I grew cold and snuggled up to Brad's body for his warmth. I guess he was getting chilled too, as he rolled over and took me in his arms. I readjusted my body to spoon with him and fell back asleep. I woke up in that same position, curled up with my ass against Brad's cock, as I heard some of the others in the camp stir. I slipped out from under Brad, found a pair of clean underwear and a t-shirt to hide my cum-caked belly and chest before I walked to the camp. I wanted to engage the group before anyone could come up and see how we fared during the storm. I was glad I did, because I learned that we had fared much better than everyone else. My tarp idea kept us dry, even if it trapped in more heat?although this caused us to disrobe, which I thought was a great idea!! I caught up with everyone and helped with the drying out of sleeping bags, etc. I made sure to occupy everyone so that nobody bothered Brad. I didn't know how Brad would feel after our sexual night in the woods. I wanted to allow him the time to figure things out. I also didn't want anyone to walk up to the tent and discover Brad, naked. Brad finally emerged from the tent and helped us attempt to dry things off. He was cordial, but a bit aloof with me. I gave him his space and could see he was trying to come to grips with what had passed between us. I chuckled as I realized I still had what passed between us in my butt. I had a smile on my face as this caused me to reminisce about having sex with Brad. He may have been a bit crude in his actions, but I wanted to fuck him so badly I hardly cared. I was a little worried that he would hate me, but I didn't think he would. I pushed that thought from my mind and focused on cleaning up our camp. We got everything dried as best we could, packed up and hiked back down the mountain. The other guys were tired from the rum, and poor sleep from being wet all night. Brad and I were exhausted for other reasons. We made our way down the mountain, eschewing the creek this time. I would have been happy to jump in, the others were cold and wet, so we hurried down. My backside was a bit sore from the sex, so I hung back so nobody would notice my gait was a bit off and comment. Of course, the damp hikers were so miserable that I doubt anyone would have noticed or cared. We got back to the cars, and I held back to see if Brad allowed me to ride home with him. He loaded up his stuff before he reached out and took my backpack and tossed it in the back. He gave me a quick smile and asked if I was ready. We said our goodbyes, and everyone was happy to get in their car and drive home. Brad and I were the last to start the car and drive off. As he was pulling out, he looked at me and gave me a big smile as he mentioned that he could eat a horse. Relieved, I said I was a bit hungry myself so he drove to a diner that wasn't too far down the road. The booth seats were hard wood, which didn't make my abused butt feel great, but I was having breakfast with my Adonis, so I ignored the pain. Brad really was hungry enough to eat a horse, and we both wanted coffee to help with our lack of sleep. I figured if he was eating, he wasn't that traumatized about losing his virginity to another guy. We paid and drove off, both exhausted. I was relieved that Brad hadn't loathed our experience. I was happy to be with my Adonis, even as we didn't speak a word for almost an hour as we drove toward home. I figured if he was hungry, he was okay with what we did. after we were about half way home, Brad looked at me and said he was too tired to finish driving home. We stopped at a cheap hotel to catch up on our sleep. Fortunately, motels at that time were cheap enough that we were able to pool our money and get a room. I didn't really have the money, but any chance to sleep with Brad was priceless. The room was damp, but clean enough. Brad turned on the AC to clear out some of the humidity. I took the opportunity to take a warm shower. I ached all over from sleeping on the ground and I did want to wash the cum off my chest. Pushing my luck, I stripped naked in the main room, as I told Brad what my intentions were. This allowed me to strip naked in front of him, and speaking to him ensured he would look my way. I disrobed as slowly and deliberately as I could. Brad did notice and did look at me as I exposed more and more of my body. He didn't leer, but he wasn't secretive about looking at me, either. I took my time folding my clothes, moving my stuff out of the way and walking to the shower. I made sure the motel room curtains were closed, but that all the lights were on, so Brad had an unencumbered view of me. I even jiggled my hips a bit so my cock would swing more than usual as I walked by Brad to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower to feel the soothing water careen down my body. I allowed the water to rush between by butt cheeks to sooth my abused pucker. I can't tell you how nice this felt as my butt was a bit sore for the teenage action it had endured. Just as I was feeling clean and rejuvenated, the curtain opened and my Brad stepped into the tub. My Adonis had returned to shower with me! Since I had the soap in my hand, I let him get wet and then ensued to soap up his body. His skin was so soft and felt so much fresher than the men I had washed before. I still admire Mr. Fahy's body, but Brad's body was so much younger and silkier. Thinking back to how much I enjoyed how Mr. Kircher kept me guessing by alternating between washing me and caressing my body, I did the same to Brad. This worked even better than I had hoped. Brad relished my hands on his body. He would offer up tender areas for me to wash. He encouraged me to gently massage his soapy body with my bare hands. He allowed me total access to him and I didn't ask twice. I bent down to make sure I cleaned his legs, thighs, crotch and even ass. He even allowed me to make sure his asshole was clean. I gave his cock and balls special attention, but I concentrated on his asshole and tried to replicate the things that Mr. Fahy had done that felt so erotic to me. We rinsed off, and dried as best we could with the cheap towels in the room. I was so happy that my Adonis had returned to me. I couldn't get to the bed fast enough. Brad said he was really tired, but looking at his rigid penis, I could see that he needed some attention before he could fall asleep. The needed attention was my specialty. I allowed Brad to lie on his back, and I slowly and sensually peeled back his foreskin as I licked the tip of his penis again and again. This almost put Brad over the edge, but I remembered how Mr. Fahy edged me that day after the pool party. I tuned into Brad's body and brought him to the brink of orgasm several times. I could tell with each edging session that Brad was getting more and more anxious to cum. I knew if I could prolong things, he would be happier and shoot a much larger load. I kept it up for as long as I could tolerate before I impaled my mouth on his cock and took his cum; and did he cum! I swallowed and swallowed until he stopped shooting. I then made sure to clean out his cock of any remaining semen before attacking his overly sensitive cockhead again. He cried that I was going to make him pee so I relented--Although, I did wonder what that would be like. I lay back taking in the room, its smell, the cheap TX, how lumpy the bed was. I wanted to ensureg that I would remember everything about this weekend and what we just did. I had that weird feeling one sometimes gets when, for just a few moments, life is perfect. You know, that perfect feeling that is inevitably followed by an unnamed feeling closest to a sense of sadness or loss. Even though I was in the middle of living my dream, I was already missing this morning. How could I go back to my life after spending a night, and a morning, of love with my Adonis. Too soon, Brad pulled down the covers, as we both crawled in and I snuggled up under Brad?s arm. I took in his scent, as I heard him begin to lightly snore. That was the last sound I heard before I fell into a blissful sleep.