Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 12:38:07 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 7 of Come Christmas Steve by Hans Schreiber

Come Christmas Steve

Chapter 7

The Big Secret

When Steve began unlatching the door, my stomach churned. All I could think
of was that I'd been caught somehow and my naked adventure from earlier in
the evening was about to turn into a giant nightmare. I swallowed hard and
pulled the covers up around my neck. I didn't even try to think of some
good lie about what I'd been doing, I just decided the complete, honest
truth would be best.

"What do you want? What's going on?" Steve asked again.

I was immediately relieved and annoyed to hear Whittaker's voice say,
"Fuckin' Jensen still has the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I knocked,
but he wouldn't answer. Security told me I needed to get out of the
hallways. Can I just crash with you guys? I don't expect to share a bed,"
Whittaker begged. "Shane told me he's freaked by that, so I'll just crash
on the couch. There's extra bedding in the closets."

An awkward pause ensued while Steve was figuring out what to do.

"Hold on a minute. Let me talk with Shane," Steve said. The door closed but
did not latch. Steve came to the side of our bed and held his hands out and
twisted up his mouth indicating his lack of any solution. I just scowled
and shook my head, no. I had no suggestion for Whittaker, but I wanted that
to be Whittaker's problem. Steve had just offered to let me cum inside of
him, in a rare opportunistic moment, and now this threatened to torpedo
that offer, so to speak.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Whittaker exclaimed, having let himself in and walked
past the bathroom wall to take in the whole room. "How did I miss this? It
all makes sense now. And you," He pointed at me and I tightened the covers
around my neck. "You and your homophobic speech about not wanting to share
a bed. Total bullshit, that was. What you really didn't want to share was
your room so you two could get your freak on. Son of a bitch! I wondered
how come you seemed so comfortable about jacking off together in the woods
if you were so damn homophobic. What a kick in the ass you two are. So now
the big secret's out, how about I use the spare bed?"

"No, it's not what it looks like..." I stammered.

Whittaker busted out laughing his ass off. "Bullshit. That bed's perfectly
made, but the one you're in is a total fucking mess, candles are burning,
even a scented one. The pine's a nice touch, by the way. Love songs are
playing and let's not forget the used condom lying there at Steve's
feet. So if it's not what it looks like, I can't wait to hear the bullshit
line you've got planned to lay on me."

I started to make up some stupid ass excuse about having had a foursome
with the choir girls but Steve stopped me. "You're right. Shane and I have
been having sex together. Is that an issue for you?"

"Hell no. Not at all. To each his own as far as I'm concerned. I just can't
believe I didn't see it. I mean, I kinda did, but then I thought, nah. But
seriously, I can't believe I didn't see it, because guys who are just
friends, don't look at each other the way you two look at each other. So,
are you two in love or just in lust?"

Without hesitation Steve said, "We love each other. It's a new thing for
us, but it's real. We were busy expressing it and we were only half way
through when you interrupted. We'd really like to finish what we started."

"If you're half done, whose half is in the rubber? I'm guessing Shane
offered up his boy cunt, am I right?" Whittaker smirked.

"Our fucking business is none of your fucking business. Do you want a bed
or do you just want to stand there and be an asshole?" Steve asked.

This put Whittaker on the defensive and he stepped back. "Guys, I'm
sorry. I'm really sorry that I interrupted whatever you got going on. I had
no idea. No more dumbass jokes, I promise. Security is already pissed at me
for hanging out in the halls. There's nowhere to drive to and I'm not on
the rental car anyway. What if I go take a bath or something while you two
finish up with your lovemaking?"

"You don't need to do that, but if you'll promise to keep our secret and
not try to be funny by making jokes about it, and if you'll look away, I'm
okay with you using the other bed. Just keep your back to us. We'll try to
pretend you're not here," Steve offered.

"Wait. Don't I get a say in this? I'm not comfortable doing it with him in
the next bed. No. Seriously, no!" I objected.

"Look, I promise, I'll look away and I'll stuff toilet paper in my ears if
you want. If you let me crash, I'll be asleep in ten minutes and you two
can fuck each other's brains out and I'll never even know it. I'm a very
heavy sleeper. Please? I promise I won't tell anyone about you two."
Whittaker made a zipping motion across his lips and turned an imaginary key
that he tossed away.

 "You really don't care if he's in here?" I asked Steve in astonishment.

"I've had audiences before. No, I don't care. No big deal. I only care
about sharing the time with you no matter who else knows or might be in the
room with us. I'll be so into you, I won't know or care if he's here or
not," Steve said. That melted my heart and I relented.

"Sweet! Thanks," Whittaker said, quickly peeling out of his clothes and
slipping between the sheets of the spare bed, wearing only his boxers and
black socks before we could change our minds. He wrestled a minute with a
pillow to plump it up just so and then with his back to us, pulled a second
pillow ceremoniously over the top of his head. Steve padded back to the
door, shut and locked it and came back to bed with me, pulling his boxers
off just before climbing in. He was limp but it took only a few kisses and
gentle strokes of my hand to get him hard again. Likewise, once I nestled
up against Steve's hot body, I forgot about Whittaker and boned up quickly
myself. All I could think about was the intense fucking I was about to give
my ... my ... my boyfriend. I couldn't believe how GREAT that sounded.

Steve and I cuddled and kissed, lying on our sides with our boners touching
and rubbing. I could see over Steve's neck that Whittaker's long body was
stuffed under the covers. His legs were too long and he had to pull them up
slightly to lie straight in the bed. The covers were rising and falling in
a slow rhythm with his breathing and I concluded after ten or fifteen
minutes of making out with Steve that Whittaker was actually asleep just
like he said he would be. I relaxed once I came to that conclusion and
amped up my passion level in our kissing.

Maroon 5 came up on the playlist with their song, Love Somebody. The lyrics
were perfect. "I really want to love somebody," they sang. "I really want
to dance the night away. I know we're only half way there, but you take me
all the way, you take me all the way."

I started pulling Steve's lips into mine and shoved my tongue forcibly into
the cavern of his wet mouth. He clamped down on it and sucked on it while I
began slowly humping my dick against him. I felt his passion intensify and
he began matching my humping action while he gripped and kneaded my ass
cheeks.

Then, Steve rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I reached
over to the night stand and grabbed the lube.

Maroon 5 crooned out, "You're such a hard act for me to follow. Love me
today don't leave me tomorrow, yeah. But if I fall for you, I'll never
recover. If I fall for you, I'll never be the same."

I smeared a glob of lube on my dick and Steve's balls and then I directed
my dick downward into the crease of his thighs up near his balls and began
thrusting in and out. I loved the feeling of his balls and thighs against
my anxious dick. Apparently, Steve loved it too because he began moaning in
pleasure saying, "Oh yeah, oh wow, feels so good." I dropped my chest down
onto his and began nibbling on his neck and earlobes. He began squirming
uncontrollably and moaned louder still.

Maroon 5 continued, "I don't know where to start, I'm just a little lost. I
wanna feel like we're never gonna ever stop."

 But I was starting to get a little too aroused and I did have to
stop. When I froze in place with my dick buried between his legs, Steve
wrapped his arms around my back and asked, "Did you cum?"

"No. I was about to, though. I just need a short break to get back in
control."

"Good," he breathed into my ear. "I want you to cum inside me. Get your
rubber on and do me."

I obeyed and excitedly rolled the condom over my swollen dick with
trembling fingers. Steve rolled over onto his stomach, pulled his legs up
like a frog and stuffed a pillow underneath him to give me better access to
enter him. I applied some lube to the condom and smeared it around with my
hand and then squirted a bit on his flinching anus. I gently rubbed it
around the rim and then pressed a bit of it up into his ring with my
fingertip. I rotated it around for good coverage and then made my
approach. Holding myself up with my arms on either side of Steve's chest, I
directed my stiff shaft to the entryway. When I found it and pressed the
head slightly against his warm hole, I asked, "Are you sure you want this?
You don't have to do this if you don't really want to."

He didn't respond verbally. Instead, he reached back with both hands and
spread his ass cheeks as far as he could peel them. I smiled and a rush of
tingles burst through my whole body as I pushed my way into my lover boy. I
went a couple of inches at first and then stopped when Steve's body reacted
by clenching down on my dick. In a moment, he relaxed and I finished
sliding slowly, smoothly into him until I was completely buried deep
within. My pubis pressed against his tailbone. I was fully in. Steve purred
in soft, mumbled tones. I just held it there for the longest time enjoying
the feeling of being buried deep within my lover and feeling more
satisfaction and sheer joy than I'd felt in my whole life. It was as if I'd
been wrapped up in a warm blanket amidst a winter snowfall. I didn't know
what Steve's discomfort with being the bottom was, but I knew he was making
a sacrifice of some sort to share this experience with me. That realization
made the experience all the more meaningful.

I slowly laid my chest against his firm back. I turned my cheek to press
gently against his shoulder facing Whittaker. The blanket continued to rise
and fall. While I was lying there motionless, Steve began to squirm. "Fuck
me Shane. Fuck me however you want it," Steve said.

I broke into another broad smile and rose up on my elbows. I pulled out and
pressed back in, slowly and steadily, savoring every sensation up and down
the length of my dick and its head. Each stroke became faster and faster,
rising in a prestissimo crescendo until I was on the verge of a powerful
orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!" I called out between grunts as I pounded in and
out of his rocking ass.

"Yeah, Cum Shaney Cum!" Steve called out, "Blow that hot load. So good. So
fucking good. I love you, man, I really love you! Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck
me." His hand found his own dick and he began pounding himself to bring on
his second orgasm of the night while I teetered on the verge of my first. I
happened to glance toward the window and I saw Whittaker rolled onto his
back, staring in awe at us with both hands frantically jacking his long
dick under the covers. At first, anger flashed inside me that he hadn't
kept his promise, but I quickly dismissed it knowing I couldn't have
resisted either.

I smiled and gave him a nod, tossed off our covers so he could see the
whole show and so I could as well, and I cried out, "Oh man, oh man, CUM
SHANEY CUM!!!" I let out a strangled cry and shoved myself as deep as
possible into Steve's hot ass, pressing my pubic bone hard against his
tailbone while my rock hard dick expelled a massive load of hot cream into
the tip of the Trojan. I'd barely finished exploding and pulled an inch
outward when the second load rushed down the tubes and I instinctively
shoved myself back into Steve's ass as deeply as I could drive it. "Oh man,
oh man, so freaking good!" I called out.

"Hell yeah, here I cum!" Steve cried out and began humping wildly into his
hand and gyrating his ass cheeks against my hips while he spewed his second
load into the sheets and pillow he was lying on. That heightened my own
orgasm as I shoved myself into him a third, a fourth and a final fifth
time. Then I collapsed on top of his back and he slid his knees downward
out of the froggy position to rest. We lay there in a sexual heap, sweating
and gasping for air. I laid my cheek on Steve's moist shoulder and looked
at Whittaker who'd just started to buck his hips and spew his load. I
smiled, pulled the covers back over Steve and me and relished the tingling
glow of post orgasmic joy between two human lovers. Steve and I were both
softly cooing. I slowly rubbed along his arms that were lying by his
sides. I slipped my palms against his and we threaded our fingers together.

Amused, I watched Whittaker wipe up his mess and then drop his boxers onto
the floor. He shifted toward the window away from the sticky mess he'd
created and gave me a thumbs up before rolling over and pulling a pillow
back over his head. As I finally started to wilt within my lover, I reached
in, gripped the base of my shrinking dick and reluctantly pulled out. I
slipped off the rubber and tied it off. I tossed it down next to Steve's
vessel from earlier and then snuggled up to my hot boy. He turned his head
toward me and we kissed. "I love you, Shane. I never thought it could
happen to me, but it has. I really love you." I started to cry for joy and
wrapped my arms and top leg around him. We kissed some more until we
drifted into a deep, satisfying sleep.

The following morning, we awoke to find ourselves still wrapped around each
other. I ran my fingers through Steve's hair and pled, "Tell me again."

"Tell you what?" Steve responded.

"Tell me again that you love me."

He smiled, and with a glint in his eye said, "I love you Shane Steele."
Then he added, "Now I have a favor to ask from you."

"Name it, anything."

"Go brush your teeth. You have the worst morning breath I've ever smelled."
Then he started to laugh as he started shoving me out of bed. I fought back
playfully and purposely breathed into his face and each time I succeeded,
he would pretend to cough and choke. It ended with him tickling me until we
fell onto the floor in a laughing, giggling heap. I got a hand up into his
armpit and my finger in his deep belly button and that sent him into a
giggling fit. When we finally calmed down, I got up and picked up the used
condoms and walked naked into the bathroom. Whittaker was still in bed with
the covers over his head. I relieved myself and flushed the condoms. Then I
obeyed Steve's request and brushed my teeth.

As I finished, Steve walked in wearing his boxers and dropped a pair on the
counter for me. "I almost forgot we have a guest. You might want to put
these on."

"I didn't forget, I just didn't care. He's seen enough of us by now there's
no need to be modest in front of him. Did you notice his boxers on the
floor?"

"No, not really. Why?" Steve asked.

"Because he, umm, soiled them while watching us make love last night."

"Ahh. I'm not surprised. You pissed over it?"

"At first I was, but I got over it quickly. I was too into what we were
doing. I figured I'd be too curious to ignore what we were doing if it was
me in his place," I said honestly. "I used to peek at Billy jacking off and
he used to peek at me."

"Yeah, it's pretty normal to be curious."

"Hey guys," Whittaker said, appearing naked in the bathroom doorway. "I
need to take a wicked piss, d'you mind?" He pointed at the toilet.

Steve slid over toward me and waved him in. As he stood at the toilet, I
had a full view of his long body and his amazingly long dick to match. The
stream of dark yellow urine that erupted from the tip sounded like the
waterfall we'd skied out to the day before. I saw Steve's eyes focus on
Whittaker's dick as well. Curiosity was definitely normal. He held his limp
sausage in his right hand to allow us a full view in the mirror. He knew
damn well we were staring but he didn't acknowledge it. "Thanks for letting
me crash here last night," he said peeking into the mirror from the corner
of his eye.

"Sure. A friend in need, right?" Steve said, shifting his gaze back toward
my dick that had puffed up slightly from the soft porn show in the mirror.

Whittaker finished up, shook his long noodle, and milked it a couple of
times before flushing. Then he pushed his way between us to wash his
hands. After washing, he grabbed the hand towel off the counter and dried
his hands before throwing an arm over both of our shoulders. "Just so you
know, I'm happy for you guys. You got something awesome going on
together. It's completely chill as far as I'm concerned."

"Thanks, dude," I said.

"Yeah, thanks," Steve added. "Remember your promise to keep quiet about
it."

"Definitely. Lips are locked."

"See you downstairs in about forty-five minutes for breakfast then. Come
packed so we can leave for the tour of the hot springs before heading back
to Bozeman," I instructed him.

"K. I'll let Jensen know. Hopefully, he's all finished packing his prick
into Valerie so I can get back in the room. I wouldn't be surprised to find
them getting one last freak on for the road."

"Yeah, well don't be shy about interrupting them if they are. Enough's
enough," I said.

"What about you two? You got some more penis packing to do before heading
out?" He grinned in his mischievous manner and flicked his eyebrows while
giving a couple of hip thrusts, causing his dick to flop back and forth.

"Not me," Steve said. "Shane wore me out last night. "I'll need a few days
to recharge. I don't think I could even get it up without a little blue
pill."

I blushed and bumped my shoulder into Steve's.

"What about you, Shaney?" Whittaker asked. "Are you still able to 'Cum
Shaney, Cum' one more time?" Then he snickered. Steve tried not to, but he
snickered too.

I blushed. "Fuckers!" I said. "For your information, I'm ready
24/7/365. I'm always up for it," I bragged. We all laughed and Whittaker
slipped out to get dressed. A minute later he was waving goodbye as he
headed back to his own room to harass Jensen.

When he left, Steve reached in and started the shower. We climbed in and
embraced under the warm water. We soaped each other up and I got boned
right off, but Steve, true to what he'd said, stayed soft. I kind of
enjoyed playing with his limp dick, rolling the foreskin back and playing
with the spongy head. I realized that this was the first time I'd ever
handled another guy's soft penis. I was intrigued by squeezing the soft
mass and fondling his dangling balls.

Once we'd lathered and rinsed each other's bodies, we took turns washing
and conditioning each other's hair. I alternated from fully boned to
semi-hard throughout our shower together. I was about to shut the water
off, but Steve stopped me. He reached down and gripped my wrist and then
guided me to the back wall of the tub and shower until my back and ass was
pressed against the cool tile. He stepped and reached back to adjust the
nozzle up as far as it would go. Then he knelt in front of me. The spray of
the shower hit me about nipple high and cascaded down my chest, abs and
groin, parting around my growing shaft. The warm water contrasted with the
coolness of the tile on my backside.

I watched in rapt veneration as Steve reached out and almost worship-like
took my balls into his left hand and drew the fingers of his other hand
slowly down the shaft of my now, fully stiffened phallus. He leaned in,
closed his eyes and kissed the tip of my dick before he drew my thickened
shaft into his warm, welcoming mouth. Slowly, he began expertly working his
tongue back and forth across my pulsating phallus with a look of absolute
delight on his beautiful face. He gently sucked on me as he slid back and
forth over my hardness while tickling and tugging my scrotum. He glanced
upward, opening his eyes to gauge my level of satisfaction and when he saw
how overwhelmed I was, his eyes sparkled. I smiled lovingly at him and he
blinked away tears before closing his eyes and resuming the incredible
fellatio on me in the most loving and gentle manner.

I ran my fingers through his hair and noticed the silhouette of the large
bull elk that was stenciled on the shower curtain. It cast its shadow on my
own strong bull servicing me and loving me in his amazingly unselfish
way. He was all about making me happy. In no time at all, my body was
threatening orgasm, in spite of my desire to have continue on for hours. I
gripped his wet hair and directed the last few desperate thrusts into his
warm mouth as I unloaded my sweet boy cream into his accepting throat. He
effortlessly gulped down each shot of cream and the contractions of his
throat increased the sensation on my electrified glans.

When it was over, I supported myself on his broad shoulders. He gently
dragged his tongue along the underside of my urethra to milk out the last
drops of cream. Then he slipped off my softening dick, kissed the tip a
couple times and rose up to his feet. He embraced me, pulling me tight
against his body and kissed me on the lips. I slipped my tongue into his
mouth and he reenacted the fellatio experience using my tongue as I tasted
the remnants of my offering on his tongue and the roof of his mouth. I
retracted my tongue after a couple of minutes and kissed his lips. "Thank
you," I muttered.

He kissed me back and said, "You're welcome. How was it?"

"Un-freaking-believable!" I exclaimed with another kiss. "Thank you, thank
you, thank you."

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, Shane. I love making you happy." We kissed a
bit more before he shut the water off and said, "We should get going."

"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "I guess we have to."

"It's been wonderful, Shane. Thanks for bringing me here to kick off our
New Year together. I'm not used to such kindness."

I smiled in satisfaction to know I'd pleased him. We dried off quickly,
dragged a comb through our damp hair and dressed. While we were packing, I
picked up the sex bag and chuckled. "Remember I told you I had a funny
story for you last night, but it needed to wait for morning?"

"That's right. I was wondering about that."

"Well you remember how long it took for me to get back to the party after
dinner?"

"Yes. I realize now you were up here setting up the candles and stuff, but
it took you long enough."

"Well, that's the funny part." I proceeded to tell Steve about getting
naked while setting things up and looking for the sex bag only to discover
it down the hall in the tree planter box. I related how I got locked out
and he laughed his ass off. Then I described my ordeal as little Daniel
came to go pee and how I helped him get in and then about me hiding in
their shower while his parents were right there in the bathroom. Steve
stopped laughing and grew more and more serious. When I finished telling
him about stuffing the key in my ass crack, he was actually
scowling. "What?" I finally asked.

"We need to skip breakfast and just get out of here," he said sternly.

"What? Why? What's wrong?"

"Are you really that naive?" Steve asked. "What if that little kid tells
his parents about you and what happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"You were naked and alone in the hotel room of a small boy. You pulled his
pants down for him and he touched your dick. That's enough to put you in
jail. It's better if we just get the hell out of here as fast as we can so
that if that kid does tell his parents, we won't be here to confront and
they may just let it go. If we're here, though, Lord only knows what might
happen if they confront us. I can't believe I've been put in a position
like this. How could you think that was a good idea?"

"What has this got to do with you? I was the only one involved. You
weren't. And besides, he's not going to tell or he would have
already. Chill. Besides, if he did tell them, I'd just deny it. My word
against a six year old's."

Steve took me firmly by the arm and dragged me out to the hall. He pointed
at a camera "No. You don't have any idea how serious this could be. They'd
know you were naked out here and see you going in the room with him. And
I'd be guilty by association and you'd be even guiltier by association with
me. We need to leave, now. C'mon, finish packing and let's go."

I was speechless at this point. I'd never seen Steve so upset and anxious
and over something that should have just been funny. But he didn't find it
funny at all. I started to ask why, but I couldn't find the right words so
I just let it go and finished packing in uncomfortable silence. We made a
final check before heading downstairs.

Jensen and Whittaker had not arrived downstairs yet so while I was checking
out, Steve went into the restaurant and ordered some OJ and muffins for
breakfast. When the two of them did finally show up, Whittaker started to
complain about not staying for breakfast, so to prevent Steve from blurting
out why, I told Whittaker that Steve just wanted to hurry and go see the
amazing natural wonders around Mammoth Hot Springs. Whittaker stopped his
whining when I said that. I think Steve intimidated him a bit for some
reason. Jensen stood there expressionless, speechless, and looking
seriously sleep deprived.

Steve couldn't get us out of the lobby and on the road fast enough and
herded us out the door. We ate the muffins and drank the juice as we drove
up to see the famous hot mineral springs formations surrounding the lodge
area. While we ate, Jensen replayed his experience with Valerie. "I'll
never be a virgin again," he said. That made me laugh and then Whittaker
started calling him, 'Virgin No More'. He blushed and protested, but he
really liked it.

Whittaker kept prodding him for details and Jensen finally spilled his
guts. "Well, when we first got to my room, I put the sign on the door so
Whittaker would know we were in there like we'd arranged," Jensen began. "I
was already so boned and horny from dancing with her that I was worried
about busting my nut before we even got around to actually doing it." We
snickered at him.

"So I walk back in after locking the door and she's sitting on the edge of
the bed waiting for me. I sat next to her and didn't even have the
slightest idea what to say. I just sort of stared at my hands and then I
asked if she wanted to watch some TV. TV? Can you believe I asked her if
she wanted to watch TV? God, how lame was that?"

"Seriously lame, dude," Whittaker agreed. We all nodded in agreement.

"She says like, not really or something like that and suggests playing some
music on the clock radio thing. But, there was only static and I was
getting frustrated but that was actually kind of good because it helped my
boner relax a little bit. Then she came up behind me and just turned it off
and said never mind about the music. I turned to face her and she licked
her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and we started kissing and making
out like wild animals and 'BOING!' instant boner time again.

"Cool. Then what?" I asked.

"She said, 'if you have protection, we could do it if you want.'" Jensen
gulped. "I'll never forget her voice whispering that in my ear. Never. Like
never, ever. I started to shake and couldn't stop. I told her I did have
some, thanks to you, Shane."

"My pleasure, dude."

Jensen continued, "I kind of said something like, how do you want to, umm,
you know, do it?"

"She smiled at me and said we should take a shower first and she turned
around and had me unzip her dress, clear down her back to where he ass
crack started. Then she asked me to undo her bra and I was so nervous, my
hands were like shaking and I couldn't hardly get it. I didn't exactly get
how for a minute, because I never like, umm, did that before. With her back
to me, she peeled it off her shoulders and pushed it down her hips and
stepped out of it and then she turned around and I was just staring at her
naked breasts and her nipples were like big. I never realized girls'
nipples were so big. I mean they were like BIG." We all laughed at him
again.

"Go on," we prodded.

"So I was just standing there staring like a little boy, practically
drooling on myself. God, it's embarrassing to even think about now. She
asked if I liked them and I like nodded because I couldn't even speak and
she like took my hands and pulled them up onto her breasts and I swear I
almost shot my wad right there. I played with them for a minute before she
started undressing me and before I knew it, we were both naked. Completely
naked - not even my socks. I was naked in front of a real live girl and she
touched my bone. She just started touching it. She touched it all over. And
my balls, she even touched my balls, dragging her long fingernails across
them. I was like just shaking and shaking and she thought that was
cute. She asked if I was a first timer and I admitted I was and she was
happy about that. She kind of was too. She'd never really had one in her
before but she'd done pretty much everything else."

"Sweeet!" Whittaker said. "You're both Virgins No More."

"Then we went into the shower and got in and we washed off the sweat and
stink from all the dancing and stuff. Then she came up behind me and
reached around with soapy hands and started stroking my bone and son of a
bitch, if I didn't just blow my load right there in the freaking shower. It
just happened like out of my control. I groaned and apologized and she kept
saying it's okay, don't worry about it and claiming she liked that she'd
made me cum. She kept rubbing me until I'd finished cumming and then she
shut the water off and got out. I almost started to cry."

"That sucks, dude," Steve sympathized. "So you really are still a virgin,
it seems. Technically speaking."

"Nope," Jensen said, hitching himself up straighter and all proud
like. "She said it was okay I'd cum in the shower and it was probably best
for my first time. She said we could go lay in bed naked and make out some
more and she could show me how she likes to be touched and then I'd
probably be able to go all the way with her later. And, she was right. We
got in bed and she was showing me how to touch her to make her feel good
and she got all mushy and was squirming around when Whittaker here starts
pounding on my door wanting in. Fucker."

"Hey, security was on my ass to get out of the hallways. Luckily, Shane and
Steve took pity on me."

"Well there was no way I was stopping what we were doing. Once you quit
pounding on the door, I went back to playing with Valerie's little nub and
she grabbed my hand and started moving it quickly all of a sudden and then
she arched her back and started crying out and jerking just like us guys do
when we cum. It was so awesome. I made her cum. I actually gave her an
oh-gasm. After she finished, she wanted me in her like immediately. She was
all grabbing for the rubber and ripping it open and rolling it on my dick
that was hard again, of course."

"Nice, dude," I said.

"Way nice. Then she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her and I was
stabbing at her trying to find the opening and she got impatient and
reached in and guided my dick into her freaking wet cunt and I just slid
right in. Whoosh! I slid into home plate and scored. I was in there like
greased lightning. I was like, 'Whoa! My dick's inside a freaking vagina!'
and then my body instincts just took over and I started humping her like my
dog, Bones, does to my Aunt Jewell's leg when she visits. I think it's her
perfume or something. Anyway, Valerie's all like moaning and throws her
legs up in the air and she grabs my ass while I'm pumping her and then ..."
He paused and relived the moment right before our eyes. "Then, I had the
dopest, most awesomest, best ever cumshot explosion of my freaking life!"

"Sweeeet!" Whittaker said. "Good for you, you little fucker." Whittaker
reached into his pants and rearranged his big dick. "You got me going,
dude. I'm all boned up and horny now."

"You're always boned and horny. That's nothing new. I think you were born
with a boner. The doctor probably had to use the forceps on you twice, once
for your big head on your shoulders and once for your big dick head on top
of your boner," Jensen said.

"Funny, dude. So'd you sleep together all night or did she leave after the
deed was done?" Whittaker asked.

"We slept together. After I cummed so hard, I thought I was gonna like pass
freakin' out. I collapsed on her and she wrapped her arms and legs around
me while I got back to more normal.  Then she suddenly wanted me out of her
and she almost panicked when I started to pull out without holding onto the
rubber. I guess someone warned her that if a guy did that, she could get
cum in her, so I reached in and held it on tight while I pulled out of
her. Then we showered together again and lay in bed making out for a while
until we fell asleep. Her roommate pounded on the door this morning until
she woke us up because they were supposed to be meeting downstairs for
breakfast and then leaving. Before she left, though, she let me make her
cum again. I love doing that. Then after she left, I showered and Whittaker
showed up."

"Holy fuck, I gotta get some relief. I'm gonna jack off back here,"
Whittaker declared.

"What? No," Steve protested. "Someone might see you and we'll get in
trouble."

"No one will see, except Jensen if he's interested."

"I'm not!" Jensen declared.

"Well, I'm fucking doing it. Jensen's story's got me going." True to his
word and against Steve's wishes, Whittaker jerked open his pants and pulled
them down off his butt to his thighs. His large dick sprang free, rising
from his patch of bright red pubic hair and large balls. He grasped it with
both hands and started jerking himself off in a mad dash to the finish
line. There was nothing more on his mind than blowing his load. He made
little 'uh, uh, uh' grunting sounds as he worked his big dick. Steve just
shook his head and stared out the window. There really was not much chance
anyone would see him. I reached up and tried to be as inconspicuous as
possible in adjusting the mirror for a view.

"Hey Jensen, wanna have a go?" Whittaker asked, offering up his dick.

"Fuck no! Ewww!" Jensen scowled.

Whittaker snorted a laugh and pulled his shirt off before resuming his
assault on his giant redwood. "Yeah, baby, here it fucking comes!" He
arched his back, lifting his ass off the seat and erupted like a geyser,
blowing acrid smelling cream all over his neck, chest and abs. Then he
dropped back onto the seat and milked out the last of his cumshot before
grabbing a handful of napkins left over from our muffin breakfast to wipe
up with.

"You're a Neanderthal, you know that, Whittaker?" Jensen said, hugging the
door on his side for fear any of Whittaker's cum might get on him.

"You really are," Steve agreed. I just kept silent and replaced the mirror
to its proper position. I had no personal interest in Whittaker whatsoever,
but he was a bit of a porn show, I had to admit. Our chatter moved away
from sex after that and we arrived at our first destination. We got out and
pulled on our coats before heading down a boardwalk structure toward the
most amazing, colorful, natural hot springs. Steam rose from cascading
terraces of limestone deposits forced up from the earth's interior with the
boiling water. As the limestone and other minerals cooled in the open air,
it formed multi-layered plateaus of beautifully colored steps. It is truly
an amazing display of nature at her best.

 We took pictures of ourselves with our phones using the limestone
formations as backdrops. Steve stopped and read almost every plaque along
the way, filing away more trivia into that amazing brain of his. Jensen
leaned against a railing and was gazing off into the distance. I presumed
he'd left us and was reliving his experience from the night before. We were
about to leave when I heard a familiar voice. "SHAAAAAANE!" the small voice
called out. I turned around as Daniel rushed up and wrapped himself around
me, his face embarrassingly close to my manhood. I pulled him away as his
father strode up quickly towards us. My heart started racing. Steve looked
away from the plaque he'd been reading and moved deftly in front of me, his
shoulder just ahead of mine and between the boy's father and me. The mother
was not with them, thank God.

"You boys left very early," Daniel's father said. "I wanted to talk to
you."

My heart sank with those words, but I noticed Steve stiffen slightly and
clench a fist. He had my back. I realized he'd come up to help protect
me. It was so flattering to me that I almost didn't care what Daniel's
father might accuse me of.

"If this is about the other night ..." I wasn't sure how to phrase it.

"It is," the boy's father interjected. "Daniel told me all about it."

"Oh fuck," I thought. "Steve was right."

Being curious, Whittaker and Jensen moved up into our circle.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to have another one out to you
soon. If you have comments, I'm always open to them and love to hear from
my readers. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Thanks again, as always,
to my editors, Paul and Flip.

Hans, h.schreiber@hushmail.com