Rebirth

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The various nations of the world have varying ideas about who may touch whom in various ways on various parts of their bodies. In the United States, contact considered "sexual" is generally limited to those who are eighteen years of age or older. Throughout much of Europe, that age is often sixteen, though some nations consider fourteen to be an acceptable limit; in fact, there are still yet a few societies in which twelve is an acceptable age of consent.

In this realistic treatment of the topic, which takes place in the US, US rules apply. "Eighteen or older" is the rule. However, as in the author's youth, the people in this story are not ones to be much concerned about such rules. But it might be illegal for you to even READ about such things. Meanwhile, here, a youth and an adult have quite the dashingly gay affair.

As always, this author has no interest in telling pure JO stories. As always, there IS a story, and, hopefully, you will find the people interesting and their challenges exciting. There are, however, many sexy parts because sex is fun, and fun is good.
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Rebirth

Adrian looked around with a worried expression. He looked at Nathan suspiciously. “It is not private. Anyone could come upon us!”

Nathan strode from the pool, placed the urn down next to the backpack and hopped up the small mound of sand and pebbles that shielded them from the north side. “Come up here and look around!”

“Rocks and sky, water and sand, mountains and trees… Oh look! A hummingbird!”

Adrian looked down and shuffled his feet. “Oh… I don’t know, Nathan.”

“OK. How about this? Let me hold you and kiss you. The spirits of the place would enjoy it. They like our sensations. I see that now. It would be a gift to them. It would be romantic, Adrian.”

Adrian smiled slyly. “Ah hah! You are a believer in spirits! You are not an atheist!”

“There is no ‘God,’ Adrian. There is no ‘Goddess.’ There are no ‘demons.’ There are no ‘angels.’ There are no ‘deities.’ Some of us have bodies. Some do not. No one is better. No one is lesser.”

It was Adrian who spoke first, “We can make out, Nathan. I will let you hold me and kiss me, but if I say, ‘Stop,’ you have to stop.”

Without waiting for Adrian, he returned to the beach. Using his feet, he kicked away all the larger rocks in the area he wished to place their towels. Adrian saw what he was doing and helped.

When the place was sufficiently clear, Nathan, after making sure the urn was resting happily, took the backpack and tossed it down nearby. He pulled the towels from it and laid them out. Feeling hot from the blazing sun, he said, “I’m all sweaty now. Let’s take a dip, huh?”

Without waiting for Adrian’s consent, he dropped his shorts and threw himself into the pool with a big splash. Adrian also quickly undressed and joined him. The cold water felt divine.

Feeling free and strong, he grabbed Adrian by his muscular torso and gave him a rough toss. This made Adrian laugh and rush at him to tackle him. They wrestled in the water together like kids, laughing and splashing, dunking, and chasing.

After that satisfying wet romp, they found themselves panting together against the rock at the head of the pool which they had been so intimate the night before. Holding each other, they kissed.

Nathan squeezed Adrian’s muscles strongly and petted him softly, alternately rough and sweet. Adrian writhed in his arms. His eyes grew lustful. His kisses grew passionate. His cock grew hard.

Taking his hand then, Nathan tugged him out of the pool and pulled him down next to him on the towels. He held him and kissed him again and again, getting busy with his hands down below, flipping their hard cocks against each other, heating him up.

Without a word, Adrian moved to do so. With a little encouragement, Nathan got him into position to sixty-nine.

Adrian’s method then was much fiercer than the previous occasion. His shyness was gone. His hands were powerful and masculine. He sucked Nathan’s cock like a man! He blew him like he liked it.

They enjoyed each other that way until Adrian moaned, leaning up, “I’m about to come!”

He had Adrian lay beside him then, a little apart, and he kissed him lightly. “I wanted to show you something, Adrian.”

Without explanation, he reached into the pack and pulled out the tube of special lube.

Adrian laughed wickedly. “You planned this! You brought your sex kit! You were planning on fucking here, like, probably, even as we were still driving, huh?”

“Yep.” Nathan squeezed some of the lube on his fingertips and lay down next to Adrian. He lifted one of Adrian’s legs and pulled it up across his hip, and he reached down to smear the youth’s virgin ring with the sticky goo.

“How about this?” He inserted the tip of one finger into Adrian’s rectum and rolled it around, stretching his anus.

Nathan was not quite sure what Adrian meant by “sketchy,” but he gathered that it did not feel great, not yet, but it did not hurt.

He took his time. He kissed Adrian softly while he used his fingers to massage the boy’s hole, feeling it relax and clench in spasms.

The lube he used took a brief amount of time to work. He removed his hand and reached once more into his pack for the regular lube. He pulled up one of Adrian’s hands and squeezed a dab on his fingers. “You do me too.”

It took some mutual chuckling to arrange themselves do they could use their fingers on each other, but they managed. Nathan kept replenishing the lube until Adrian’s asshole was sloppy wet and noticeably looser.

“No, I mean that part I’m touching! That bump? Not the wrinkly part, but this?”

“That’s the prostate gland. You can totally get a guy off by rubbing it. Girls too. That’s the part you want to hit with your dick. You don’t have to stick it in far. You don’t have to have a long dick. It’s more about the angle than anything.”

Adrian grunted as he fiddled with Nathan’s g-spot. Nathan started to say something else, but Adrian shushed him. “You talk too much, sometimes, Nathan. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes. Many times. I was going to tell you I have some wipes for our hands so we don’t have stink-finger.”

Nathan did not shut up entirely. He gave Adrian indications he was hitting the right spot by making pleasant noises when he did.

The whole process of getting Adrian to concentrate on him served to take Adrian’s attention off his own ass, which was then loosening up nicely. With his free hand, he stroked Adrian’s amazing penis.

“Oh, God,” Adrian moaned, “I am so ready to come! I can’t hold it back!”

Nathan pushed him away and grabbed a couple wet wipes. He handed one to Adrian and used the other on his own hands.

“So? Adrian? Do you want to fuck me first, or would you like me to show you?”

Nathan decided to forgo any chatter about the efficacy of various positions for getting a guy off while one fucked him. He would show him, not tell him.

For this first round, he wanted to look at Adrian while he fucked him, and he wanted Adrian to have a view of his chest and abs, which he knew Adrian liked, so he popped on a condom, hopped up and over, spread Adrian’s legs, kneeled between them, lifted Adrian up onto his thighs, and penetrated him with no drama and no hesitation.

Adrian looked at him with big eyes, arched his back, and made a big “O” with his mouth as Nathan stuck it in. Using his thick dick, Nathan fucked him with short gentle strokes to hit the same spot he had been working with his fingers. Adrian’s rippling abs looked splendid in the sunlight as his long cock banged against them.

Adrian reached down to stroke his cock. He erupted in a grand orgasm in seconds, spraying his smooth and beautiful chest with glorious gouts of milky semen. Except for a couple of high pitched yet quiet moans, he made little noise as he shot. He came so hard the hot fluid arced up over his head and splattered on the sand behind him.

Nathan then lay down on top of Adrian and gave him an additional fucking, driving deep and fucking him hard for half a minute while he kissed him.

He did not want to tear up Adrian’s fresh ass. That would not do. So he relented after that brief period of savage fucking.

He pulled out, rolled over, slipped off his rubber, and accepted a wet kiss from his boy, who said, “My turn!”

Very pleased, Nathan put a rubber on him and lay back. Adrian swooped over on top and holding his cock in his hand, slipped it in. He pushed deep, not taking his time at all, and he fucked Nathan powerfully, long-cocking him deep and insistently, looking into Nathan’s eyes with his own dark blue eyes. His expression of intense, masculine, domination delighted Nathan, and he felt himself soon beginning to feel getting ready to explode. This was helped by the way Adrian pressed his cock with his belly.

In Nathan’s experience, few guys could give him an anal orgasm. He would actually get bored and tire of it soon. But his Adrian managed to keep him excited.

Without any indication he wanted to change position, Adrian slipped out and pushed Nathan onto he side. Getting behind him, he slipped it in and fucked him again. This time more slowly. He reached over and stroked Nathan’s cock while he drove his long cock in and out.

It was wonderful to make love with a guy who knew what he wanted to do and simply did it. Adrian was not fucking like a timid virgin. Nathan wondered again if maybe Adrian had more experience than he said?

Nathan then found himself on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind. This time, Adrian did not pound him; he gripped Nathan’s hips strongly and as much lifted him up and down as he plunged in and out.

And then he was flipped over on his back, and Adrian was fucking him face to face, kissing him while he squirted between them in a long, lasting, intense orgasm.

Adrian pulled out then and took off the condom. He knelt beside Nathan and brought his cock up to Nathan’s face to jack off onto his face and into his mouth.

Nathan laughed. He said out loud what he had been thinking: “For a guy who was a virgin, you sure seemed to know what you were doing!”

Once again they played in the pool together, but the mood had changed. They hugged and kissed. They spun each other around and rubbed each other down, wiping off the spunk from each other’s bodies. Both of them were soon erect again.

Revelation

Much refreshed from their swim in the magic pool whose enchanted waters were then mingling Brian’s bones with the sand of old mountains, they basked in the sun on their towels. They lay on their backs beside each other, wonderfully relaxed from the great sex, and perfectly rejuvenated by their shared ceremony.

Adrian had a tremor in his voice when he said, “There’s something that’s been bothering me, Nathan.”

Nathan caught Adrian’s nervousness. It was oddly discordant. He had a sense of premonition, but he appeared casual. Without opening his eyes beneath the forearm he covered them with, Nathan asked, “Yeah?”

He heard Adrian take a deep breath. It was more than a sigh. Nathan’s “danger radar” pinged. He turned on his side, leaned up on an elbow, and looked at Adrian who had moved to a pose that mirrored his. Adrian looked worried. Nathan waited.

Meeting his eyes again, this time with an expression Nathan had never see before, which Nathan would describe as “contrite,” Adrian blurted, “I lied to you Nathan. I’m not nineteen. I’m seventeen.”

He stared at Adrian. Nathan was never one to play the wounded victim. Already the wheels of his mind were turning. He did not protest or complain. He made no dramatic scene about being betrayed. Instead, he simply told Adrian the simplest truth at the forefront of his mind, “What is disappointing is to discover what a damn good liar you are. I consider myself good at reading people. There I had been thinking you would make a shitty poker player, but you played me like a pianola.”

Adrian could not meet his eyes. His own eyes were watering. “Being here with Brian’s spirit in this sacred place, I realized I had to tell you. Like suddenly, my mind was screaming, ‘Tell him! You have to tell him!’

Nathan was thinking that Adrian was, in fact, a good honest guy. Otherwise, he would not feel guilty and never have told him, so Nathan said, “But thank you for telling me.”

“I’m sorry I lied! But I’m not sorry about anything we did! You say you are good at ‘reading’ people, Nate? Well, what do you ‘read’ when you look at it from my point of view?”

Nathan could easily understand that part. Adrian had done nothing he himself had not done. Getting it on with older guys was the way to go for a teenager. They had money, cars, jobs, and they would not fucking ruin your life by talking about you to others. Older guys were safe, and, if one picked them right, they had lovemaking skill. Plus, they made a guy feel wonderful, really admired. Loved. Cherished. In Nathan’s rulebook, it was not the age that was the problem, it was the lie.

He snorted and shook his head, trying to think of a way to acknowledge this, but truly upset by the deception. He himself had never lied about his age to an older man. He told Adrian this. “Adrian, I really can understand why you would want an older guy. I was the same. But what do you think would have happened if you told me you were seventeen?”

Adrian answered without hesitation, “We would not have been laying here naked with our asses fucked and our cocks sucked by each other. You would have included me. You would have been kind, but we would not have gone there. Am I right?”

Nathan sighed. Adrian had him there. “Yes,” he admitted. “You are right.”

They were not touching. At that moment, they were a little estranged from each other. Nathan continued to stare at Adrian. The boy’s eyes were still watering.

Adrian nervously continued, “I just needed a guy so bad Nate! I wasn’t thinking! I had decided, and you were there, so strong and… hot! And, anyway, I guess you didn’t notice when I tripped myself up on how old I was when various things happened to me, like, I did not have it rehearsed. When you guessed I was nineteen, I just went with it!”

“No. Not really. But this changes things. I was looking forward to meeting your parents, but I hardly think they will see me as anything other than a pedophile who seduced their beautiful boy. And now I am an outlaw. You have put me at risk. You place me in danger. You could fuck up my life if you wanted.”

Adrian’s face changed. He looked solemn. “You know I won’t do that, Nathan. I mean, Come on, man! I love you!”

They held their eye contact for many long moments, then, suddenly, they both erupted in spontaneous laughter.

Nathan did not have time to ponder every detail of Adrian’s big lie, yet he did ask, “So how the fuck could you take a year off from high school? You must have started your trip when you were sixteen, or was that all a lie too?”

Adrian looked down. His eyes still wet. “No,” he said meekly, “that was not a lie. I finished all the high school graduation requirements. I was always a year ahead, and I took college classes already, and Stan had graduated. You know I am really smart, Nathan. Give me some credit.”

He said, “Honestly, bro? I can understand it from your point of view. The thing that gets me is how well you tricked me!”

“That’s what gets me too, Nathan. I am sorry for that. Coming here and sending Brian on his way, woke me up. But you really don’t care that I am so young, do you? Honestly?”

Nathan chuckled, “Since we are being honest, No. I don’t give a fuck about that. Shit. I was doing older men before I was your age. How could I get my panties in a twist over you wanting that?”

Nathan flopped back on his back and covered his eyes with his forearm again. He told Adrian, “The thing is, Adrian, I have not been with a minor since I was, myself, a minor. Young guys are not my thing, man. I get plenty of action when I want action, and I get it with hot guys.”

Adrian offered no more. He waited. This, to Nathan, exposed another aspect of Adrian’s maturity. He was giving Nathan time to process. He was not trying to justify himself.

Nathan’s natural empathy rose up. The poor kid is probably terrified I will now reject him!

Nathan chuckled and sat up. He crossed his legs and looked around. “God damn but if this is not the most beautiful day! It’s hot enough so that the cold water feels great, but it’s not that horrid, heat that sucks your energy out. And the sky! Look at it! So clear and blue. I can still smell hints of snow in the high country from in the breeze from up-canyon, and…”

“‘And‘ I have the love of a beautiful boy! I will not spurn you, Adrian. We are past that. Between us? Nothing need change.”

Adrian fell over into him with relief. He did not quite sob, but he did weep. Like his laugh, he was almost silent. He clung to Nathan’s shoulders and wet his neck with his tears. Nathan petted his hair and said, “The thing is, now I have to lie too. Either we tell people we are are not lovers, or we tell them you are older. And you’ve already told people we are lovers.”

“So we need to keep our stories straight. I fucking hate to lie, but now I have to lie too. This is the part that sucks. I hate it. I fucking hate it, man. You feel me?”

Adrian nodded. He was quiet for a time, but his natural charm and humor asserted itself again. He giggled a little and said, “It’s not against the law to kiss a boy, Nathan.”

After a minute or so, they parted their wet lips from each other. Both guys had grown slightly stiff erections from the kiss. Adrian shyly asked, “You wanna fuck some more?”

Nathan knew perfectly well that Adrian wanted the additional reassurance his devilish side wanted to make Adrian wait. If he played it right, Adrian would soon be begging for sex. Cooly, he told him, “Actually, Adrian Dear, I want to work out. I brought some gym toys for that. We can fuck later. You wanna work out with me?”

Adrian answered, “If your routine is how you got that hot body, then fuck yeah! But we are gonna do it, right? You are not kicking me to the curb, right?”

You young man fell back and sighed. He truly was a spectacular youth. He looked like a young god in the sunlight. Nathan leaned over and kissed him again. It was a new kind of kiss for them. It was almost chaste.

Adrian remained a bit clingy and needy as they made their way back to camp. He kept trying to make physical contact. He remained near, always, and he constantly touched Nathan in seemingly accidental ways as they walked. It was, to Nathan, sweetly cute and endearing.

Bonobos

Back at camp, Nathan showed him his workout gear. As he always did while traveling, Nathan brought a “bungee bag.” This was actually a setup using silicon-latex tubes with clips and handles by which he could simulate an entire weight set and workout routines. His hard body came at a price – constant work. He also had his favorite stave – a long, five pound stick which he used in many, varied, mock battles.

It was always a challenge while camping in the woods to setup his workout gear. His first experiment had him using the bungees in front to the big pine, where they were attached to a line around the tree to which he had attached a clip. He was practicing what he called “stressed punching.” He used the rubber tubes to resist punching motions.

Adrian very much wanted to try all the things he showed him, but as he waited, he chatted happily and a bit nervously. He was clearly avoiding the topic of how to deal with the sheer social distress and illegality of their liaison.

Nathan was glad for the change of subject. He pretended ignorance. “Isn’t that a company that makes pants? I have a couple pair. Nicely cut. Show off your ass, make your dick look big, and loose in the crotch. Stylish and comfy.”

“I helped Diane with a paper on them. I used to help her with English, and she helped me with math. Isn’t that funny? Usually guys are good at math, and girls are good with English!”

“Well, the interesting thing about bonobos is that they are more peaceful than chimpanzees. They use sex to settle disputes, make friends, bond, greet, and, really, just for fun for no reason at all. Anytime. Guy on guy, girl in girl, boy on girl, young with old, old with young! They are sexy apes! They are mainly into clit to clit or dick on dick when they do homosexual stuff. The one thing they don’t seem to do is mother and son.”

“Dolphins and orcas are into gay sex too. They have huge penises. They take a long time at it too, really getting into it.”

“I have heard that,” Nathan told him, straining a bit as he neared the end of his set.

“You look so hot, Nathan, they way you use your body. I would hate to get punched by you!”

Nathan laughed. “Like that could ever happen! I could see myself ripping someone apart limb from limb if they ever messed with you, though.”

Nathan dropped the bungees. “You want to try this? I’m going to use my fighting stick now.”

Nathan had a series of moves he would use when he practiced with his stick. He used the Japanese word, “kata,” to describe it. He had learned that in martial arts. A student would exercise a series of moves against imaginary assailants in a gradient series of routines at ever higher difficulty levels. The trick was to deeply visualize one’s opponents and use authentic force to react, defend, and attack. Over time, Nathan had developed some beautiful routines with his stave. He used the wide open area next to the tent to practice. It was, in itself, a full body workout that coordinated strength, endurance, speed, and precision.

While he did that, Adrian used the bungees in many of the exercises Nathan had shown him.

Adrian kept talking, “So I was thinking that some humans are more like bonobos than chimpanzees. We’ve discovered that sex is a positive way to share a bond. It’s no big deal. It harms no one and helps a lot.”

“Maybe,” Nathan said, finishing that routine and ready for a short water break.

“You want to go shooting?” he asked Adrian. “I was thinking of an early morning trip tomorrow. The grand tour.”

“Sure. OK. We could do that, but I’m enjoying just fooling around here. I’m feeling really horny, Nathan.”

Nathan laughed. The next step knowingly and willingly having sex with a minor.

He told him, “Fair enough, Adrian. It will be cool and nice in the tent shortly after sundown. How about this? I’ll go fishing. You make dinner. If I have fish when I come back, we can add them. After that? Well, I would really like to just fuck the shit out of you for a couple hours. How does that sound to you?”

“You really are trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you, Adrian?”

Adrian was leaning against the edge of the open tailgate of the truck where their “kitchen” was arrayed. Still shirtless and wearing only his shorts, Adrian slid his fingers down the length of his semi-erect penis as it revealed itself in his shorts. “Nathan?”

“How about you suck my dick right now? You can fuck me later. After you fish? After dinner?”

All thoughts of making Adrian wait vanished. “I would rue the day I would ever refuse so pleasant a request.”

It was full dark when Nathan returned from his fly-fishing foray. Contrary to the Fish and Game regulations, he had taken seven fish from the river rather than the legal limit of five. They were small fish, mainly seven to eight inches, but he had one larger. He had thrown back two pregnant females and all the fish smaller than six inches. The ones he kept were enough for a good meal for two active and hungry men. As justification, in his mind, he resolved to keep no more than three fish the next day; thus, by a theoretic legal stretch yet an ecological fact, he was not over-fishing the stream.

He returned to camp to see his lovely boyfriend building a fire. He smelled fried potatoes. Adrian had been able to wait until Nathan returned, but he complained, “Fuck, dude! I am SOOOO hungry! You said, ‘dark,’ but it’s way past that!”

“I was far upstream when I lost my light, Adrian. I had to walk back. But I got seven fish! We can skewer them and roast ’em over that lovely fire, or we can sizzle ’em in bacon grease. You saved the grease, right? I can smell the bacon.”

“Uh, no, actually, I used the drippings in the potatoes. They came out kinda greasy and mushy, sorry!” He moved to Nathan, whose shorts were still wet from wading.

“I cleaned the fish in the pool by the road upstream. I guess I need to wash some more? Does that mean I don’t get a kiss?”

Adrian kept his body apart from Nathan as he kissed him, but he kissed him. He told him, “OK, gimme those fish. I’ll roast them over the fire while you go wash up and change into clothes that don’t smell like fish guts!”

Later, properly stuffed with fresh, fire roasted trout, fried potatoes with bacon and sour cream, and all consumed with a huge salad, they rested contentedly next to the fire. Adrian became snuggly, and Nathan gloried in his sweet affection. He had roasted the trout perfectly – not an easy task.

Nathan suggested they both go to the river to clean up – not to Brian’s pool, but the nearest pool right near camp. He would bring cleaning essentials; they would emerge from their cold, river bath with every inch of skin eminently lickable.

The pool at which they trysted was the first one seen from the camp. The crossing they used to get across into the flat river valley beyond was at the narrow head of this always still and calm, wide, shallow strand of river. The banks were densely populated by willow saplings whose whispering leaves fluttered over the sides of the dark water.

Lickably clean everywhere then, half in and half out of the water, they snuggled together against the one, large boulder in the stream.

“Rubbing our dicks together and kissing with our whole bodies in full contact. It feels super gay to me. I could totally come from this.”

Nathan ran his hands lightly all down the length of Adrian’s sleek backside. He gently caressed one of his buttocks. This made Adrian sigh happily and writhe against him while his hands sought their engorged penises. Nathan murmured, “As a kid, this was my favorite thing. It’s nice to be with a guy who enjoys it too.”

At night, it was a private spot. There were no nearby campers to hear their laughs as they whipped each other into a sex-crazed frenzy.

Two hours later, sweaty and stinky, Adrian panted in his arms, “Fuuuuck, Nato! I feel like I just got fuuuucked!”

Nathan chuckled and kissed him as they lay entangled in the big beach towels in the tent. Nathan had “slow fucked” him – a style that Adrian discovered he loved. “How’s your ass feel?”

Adrian was half on his back and half on his side, nude. He leaned on an elbow while with his free hand, smeared the ointment Nathan suggested. “We are going to need to wash again, Nathan.”

“I have the wash buckets by the mat out front. There is hot water in the solar bag. It has been ready.”

Once rinsed, they stood by the yet hot embers of their fire and dried themselves. In a few minutes, both were wafting clouds of steam into the disappearing dark above.

So beautiful was this effect, they both looked at each other and laughed, simultaneously saying, “Let’s do that again!”

They both wet themselves all over again with the last, tepid water and used the last embers of their dying fire to duplicate the wonderful effect.

As steam wafted of their strong bodies yet again, Nathan asked, “So have you given any thought as to how we should play this, Adrian?”

“As I suggested earlier, both you and I have already outed ourselves to people here. You have seen that they do not care that we are lovers. If anything, they see us a beautiful pair, so I was thinking that we just go with that. We will just say you are nineteen, if asked. It is less of a lie than pretending we don’t have sex, and it is more believable anyway. Also, if we say we are ‘partners,’ we are not admitting anything. There are couples who are platonic. So, if later you are famous and running for office or something – and I can see you doing that, Adrian – and it comes up, you’ll have a way to respond.”

Adrian nodded in the dark. “Yeah, I like being out! I’m tired of hiding it! I’m proud to be seen at your side, with you! You are a smart old queer, Nato Bomb.”

Nathan had not failed to notice that Adrian had taken to calling him by nicknames and spoke to him in the forward way of “BFFs.” This pleased him, but making his voice sarcastic, he said, “Gee, thanks, Adrian. You know how to make a guy feel all warm and fuzzy inside!”

They laughed together. Their bodies may have been born years apart, but their spirits were scarcely different; if anything, Adrian was the older soul.

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