Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 10:38:23 -0700
From: Bain Taylor <dozedaze@gmail.com>
Subject: Inconvenient Youth. Chapter 6. Stealing Bases

Inconvenient Youth

Chapter 6

Stealing Bases

*Judging by the feedback I received from chapter five, I totally blew it by
ending the story too soon.  Thanks for keeping me on my toes.

So, on we go...

Bain


I had no concept of what time it was when Carl gave the first signs of
waking from the `dead'.  He had mumbled a few words that I couldn't quite
make out, and at first I thought it was a dream he was having - you know -
just him doing some sleep-talking.  I would guess it had to be 2:00 A.M.,
maybe later.

"You say something?" I whispered.

No response.

"Carl, you awake?" I said, trying again.

He pulled away from our body-lock, and rolled over on his back.  And in the
flickering light of the half melted candles, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Yep.  Just tryin' to talk myself out of getting up to take a leak." he
said, through a scratchy voice.

I smiled.

"Aw man, you can't hold it until first light?"  I asked.

He stretched his arms behind his head, and made a silent yawn.  He looked
scruffy, and all sleepy and cute.

"Nope, I could piss the bark off a tree about now," he said.

"Um, you can take one of the candles.  I'll come looking if you take too
long." I said.

"Dude, you gotta come with me... there's... bears and shit outside," he
said, rubbing his eyes.

I had a feeling he was going to say that.

"Dude, the odds of a bear being out there at this exact moment are about as
close to zero as you can get.  You'll be fine," I said back.

"I have a way of beating odds.  Come on, it will take five minutes.  I'm
serious - I need you to come with me, Jack."

"Ok, but just be quiet man, we don't want the kid waking up and getting all
chatty and shit."

"I'll be quiet," he said softly."

We sat up, threw on our boots, and then quietly got to our feet.

I reached down for the candle nearest me, which was illuminating the `gift'
James had given to Carl earlier.  It sent a shutter though me.  The mere
thought that I could have actually used the lube to `do it' with Carl was
like drinking ten cups of coffee.  It woke me up, to say the least.

I grabbed the candle, and scooped the small plastic container up in my
other hand.  "James will be looking for this tomorrow.  Maybe we should
squirt some out, so he'll think we've used it," I said, handing him the
tube.

He grinned lazily, and took it from my hand.

"Good idea, I almost forgot about us making like we were boyfriends," he
said.

I almost said, `me too', but I didn't feel like lying.

So with him following, I led the way out into the forest.

I'm not sure if it was a full moon, but it was close.  Once we were in the
open air, and after letting my eyes adjust to the transition, I realized
that there was no need for the candle.  The sky was an ember of cold blue,
casting just enough light to see by, and just dark enough to fear the
shadows.

Carl took off in the direction of the nearest tree, and I walked over to
the edge of the swimming hole .  As I stood there in the eerie moonlight,
the creepiness of the forest didn't seem so threatening for some reason.
It felt like it was assuring me that even when you don't see something in
the darkness of night, it doesn't mean it isn't there.  I'm not talking
about bears.

Two minutes later, I heard twigs snapping behind me.

"I'm a new man," he stated, "so dude, let's go.  I have an idea," he said,
slapping me on the shoulder.

I rolled my eyes.  What, a vision suddenly came to you while you were
taking a leak?" I asked.

"Dude, I'm fucking brilliant that way."

I tried not to smile.  I'd never want him to know that I secretly liked his
ridiculous ideas.

I followed him as he set off in the direction of the waterfall.

"You're acting like you know where you're going," I said from behind him.

"I do.  I mean I don't, but I have a vision, just like you said," he
replied.

I knew I'd eventually find a flaw in him.  My guess is that he had a mild
mental condition, and it was finally surfacing.  Hiking naked through a
dark forest isn't normal.

He led me down in the direction of the crashing water below, taking careful
steps from rock to rock.  I paid extra attention to my footing, after
making the mistake of looking up at one point, and catching sight of his
moon-lit bubble butt.  I could have easily plummeted to my death, had it
been steep enough.  Fortunately I only stumbled.

We had descended a good 20 feet down, where the forest floor leveled.  Off
to the right of us you could hear the roar of the waterfall, and we made
our way in that direction, all while pushing through the dense ferns that
were covering the damp flat surface of the forest floor.

When we stepped out from the last of the heavy foliage, and into open
space, the sight before us was truly awesome.

We looked at each other, and laughed.  That's all you could do.  It was
that cool.

The moonlight reflected on the crashing water, casting off a hundred shades
of dark blue.  And as you followed your eyes all the way up the fall, you
could see the nearly full moon behind the mist, causing it to double in
size.

Just at the base of the fall, there were several large boulders.  Carl
motioned for me to follow as he moved towards them.

I wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind, but he walked up to the side of
the fall, and began scaling up the rocks, hugging dangerously close to the
thundering downpour just to his left.

He climbed a good ten feet, straight up.  And as I watched from below, I
wondered if the guy had lost it.

"Dude, I knew it.  I fucking knew it!" he yelled down at me.

"What'd you find?" I hollered up, trying to raise my voice above the
clamor.

He didn't answer, but instead, motioned for me to join him as he
disappeared behind the waterfall.

I followed in his footsteps, nearly losing my footing, as I moved upward
towards the location of where I'd lost sight of him.

Once there, I made my way under the roar of the water, and entered into an
abyss.

"Over here," he called from the darkness, "you gotta see this; it goes all
the way back."

I moved in the direction of his voice, which was coming from somewhere back
in the opposite direction of the fall.

I moved slowly, letting my feet search in front of me before taking each
step.

And after moving several steps into the dark:

"I'm right here man," he said, tapping me on the shoulder from above.

"Jack, up here... it's fucking awesome!"

He was standing a good three feet above me, up on a long flat rock, which
extended from where he was standing, all the way out into the waterfall.

He held a hand down for me.

I took it, and he pulled me up.

As I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, he moved over towards the falling
water.  I stepped in his direction, and he came into full view.

He was reaching up, grabbing onto a gnarled root, which spanned from one
end of the hollow to the other.  Water was rushing over him, engulfing his
entire body.

"Check it out," he said, doing a couple of pull-ups on the giant root.

"Dude, this place is fucking incredible!" I said.

He let his feet back down.

"Yep, and I'll bet we are the first ones that have ever been here.  Well,
I'll bet a caveman might have lived in it at one time.  But dude, it's like
we just walked ten thousand years back in time," he said, all happy with
his discovery.

"No doubt," I said, fighting to raise my voice above the sound of the
crashing water.

I devoured his naked stretched out body with my straining eyes, not caring
what he might have thought.  He was an amazing sight, standing before me as
the water rushed over his moon-lit skin.  If I could capture the way he
looked on camera, his image would make the front page of every teen
magazine in the United States.  I swear it.

He flashed a knowing smile, which melted into a playful grin.

"Bet you'd wanna try one of them fake kisses on me now," he said, sensing
my desire.

I hate it when he catches me looking.

"Um, like I said last night... it wouldn't be fake, remember?  I'd like it
for real," I replied, managing a weak smile.

"Ok, then a real one.  Bet you'd like it though," he said again.

"Yep, you got my number," I said, smiling.

"But I ain't offering or anything.  You're in charge of the dice rolling,"
he said, teasing me.

I stepped up within a few feet of him.

"Do other people know about your evil side?" I asked.

"Just you, me and the devil know about it so far.  I'm sort of shy."

I took a another step closer.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate you?" I asked.

"You've mentioned it once or twice," he said, as he exposed the tube he'd
been carrying; unscrewing the top.

My heart began racing.

"I figure a kiss would feel a lot better if you were wearing some of this,"
he said.

And he reached out, grabbed hold of my pumped up dick, and rubbed the stuff
all over it as he pulled me closer into him.

I freaked.

"Dude, I meant what I said yesterday – that part about you being perfect,"
he said, grinning as the water cascaded down his face.

"Liar," I said.

"Nope.  It'd have to be a perfect dude to get me to notice him.  I don't
look at regular dudes," he said, as he shook his hair off to the side.

"Keep lying," I said, as he slowly stroked me.

"So you're the exception man.  Cool, ain't it?" he asked.

And he pulled me in so close, that were barely an inch apart.  The water
was now drenching us, and I felt steam coming off of my body.

And just as I was about to say something stupid, he leaned forward and
kissed me.

My cock surged in his hand, and my arms wrapped around him, as if they had
minds of their own.

My hands moved along the strong muscles in his shoulders, then down over
the soft skin of his back.  They swam over the curve of his cute round
butt, and down to the powerful strength of his muscled thighs.  He was all
mine in that one single instant.

It seemed a miracle that he could tame the strength in his athletic body,
enough so that something like a kiss might seem so subtle.  But that's how
it felt – feather soft – perfectly gentle.  And we kissed like that until
he knew he'd melted me .  After forever, he pulled away, and studied my
reaction.  The result was a crooked smile that demonstrated he was pleased
with the mess he'd made of me.

"You still hate me?" he asked.

"Even more," I said, feeling the heat in my face fight the cool water
pouring over it.

He smiled bigger, and the dimples were back.

"Dude, you in the mood to totally freak out?" he asked.

"Too late, I already am," I mumbled from my daze.

He laughed, looked up at the root he'd been hanging onto earlier, and then
took hold of it with both hands.

He pulled himself up high, and then wrapped both legs around my waist.

I went into shock.

And for a second time, my arms knew what to do... reaching around, and
helping to hold him up, by lifting up on the two rock-hard mounds of his
perfect butt.

"What the fuck?" I said up to him.

"Don't let me fall, Jack," was his reply.

He let one hand off of the gnarled root, moved it down behind him, and
grabbed my fired up hard-on.

He pointed it straight up into him, as if I was about to fuck him for real.
He was teasing me again.  That had to be it.

"I always wanted to know what it'd be like to fuck under a waterfall," he
said, as he let himself move down on me an inch.

"But I never expected I'd be on the opposite end of it," he added, totally
enjoying my fucked up expression.

I felt my bulging cock head enter into him.

"DUDE!" was all I could say.

"You trust me?" he asked.

I couldn't even nod.

He looked straight up into the water, letting it crash onto his face, and
held himself there like that for a minute.  It was like he was psyching
himself up.

I was left helpless in some morphed, freaked out version of heaven.  None
of it was real.  He let out a gush of air, looked down at me, and then let
himself slowly slip all the way down my cock, until he came to a stop.

There was total silence for a fraction of a second.

"DAMN, I fucking KNEW that would suck."  He gasped.

A shockwave of massive euphoria spread throughout my body, as if love and
lust had collided, and burst into a blinding ball of fire.

"This is NOT... FUCKING... HAPPENING!" I screamed out in disbelief.

He froze for a long half minute, and then let out another whoosh of air
from his lungs as he pulled himself up a few inches, and then let himself
back down on me.

"No way... NO WAY!!!!" I grunted, fighting the most awesome sensation of my
entire life.

He smiled down at me.

"Dude, I hope you can cum fast man, `cause my arms might give out after a
while," he said, breathing a bit harder.

I totally lost it as he pulled himself up, and then plunged down on me a
third time.  I swear I fucking lost it.

The mist from the waterfall was bellowing up over our soaked bodies, like
something out of a dream.  Each time he pulled up, the spongy head of his
hardened dick would push up against the bottom of my chin. And each time he
lowered himself down, a wave of ecstasy shot through me with such force,
that my mind ripped.

I moved my hands closer in, helping to move him up and down on me, and as I
did so, I could feel my cock moving in and out of him as it glided like
silk over my finger tips.

"You OK?" he asked, as I fought for air.

"I'm dying."

"Cool," he said down to me.

"You're fucking evil," I said, shooting a messed up smile at him.

"I try," he said back.

"Dude, it feels too good.  FUCK!"

"I knew you'd like it.  Go for it man!  Try and blast me off of you!" he
said, raising his voice above the roar of the waterfall.

I bent my head down, and watched his massive cock head come towards me.
This time he pulled himself up higher, so that his dick head hit up against
my lips, and entered my mouth just enough to taste him.

That did it.  I was totally gone once his pre-cum smacked up flat against
my tongue.

"AW DUDE!  I'm gonna fucking blow.  Oh man... aw man... you better pull
off," I gasped.

And as my cock doubled in hardness, he let himself all the way down on me
one last time.  But this time, he let go of the giant overhead root, and
brought his arms around my neck.

I was in the five second void – the eye of the fucking storm where time
stops just before dudes cum.

"Told you I was your best friend," he whispered directly into my ear.  And
then he moved to face me - and he kissed me – hard and deep.

He reached one hand under himself, and grabbed a handful of my balls.

And as a days worth of backed up sperm rifled through my frenzied dick, I
kissed him back, as hard as I could – hanging on to him with all of my
strength.

As the water poured over our bodies, I went up on my toes, trying to push
deeper into him.

No words could possibly describe that one solid minute of pumping blast
after blast of backed up loads of cum into him.  Nothing could describe the
kiss, and how while I was cumming... just how it felt.  It was like having
the most massive orgasm of your life, and smelling a delicate flower all at
the same time.  It was gentle, yet rough.  We were on fire, and even the
water running over us couldn't put it out.

It was a calamity.  That's what it was - a fucking calamity of lust.

"Oh shit dude, I think I'm gonna lose it.  FUCK! This isn't supposed to
happen," he said, after bringing his lips off of mine.

And as I shot the last of my soul into him, he took over just as I ended
it, shooting off a gigantic load of jetting sperm between us.

"No fucking way man.  AW FUCK!!!" he shouted out.

He threw his head back hard as he pulled slightly away, exposing his
bursting cock – letting his cum fire out in every direction as he bucked
and squirmed.

His ass clamped down on my spent dick like a vice – it was a fatal stab to
my exploding heart.

His cum shot out in random drenching bolts, and if it weren't for the water
cascading over us and washing it away, I would have been covered in a sperm
bath.

"Dude... AWESOME!" he shouted out through a raspy voice.

The guy was a fucking spunk factory.  There was enough white shit flying
everywhere to put out a fire, and as it hit me, it felt hot enough to start
one.

Jesus, if this is what real sex felt like, I swear to God there's no way I
could live through doing it every day.  I'd be the biggest messed up
basket-case that ever lived.

Somewhere in the moments that followed, he came up with enough strength to
reach up to the twisted tree root, and pull himself off of me.

We both went straight to the ground.  And that's where we stayed for a long
while, fighting against our depleted bodies, as we slowly struggled back to
reality.

There was no way I was going to be the first to say anything.  Not a
chance.  If he didn't want to talk, I'd be totally cool with it.

But he did.

"Dude, so do you still hate me?" he asked.

"Yep."

"You all pissed off `cause you lost your queer-boy virginity to a straight
dude?  Dang, I don't blame you," he chided.

"Nah, that's not it.  It's just that I thought you could do more pull-ups
than that," I said smiling over at him.

"Dude, that's low," he said, laughing.

I like it when he laughs.




*Hope you liked chapter 6.  It was great fun to write.  I think I got a
little carried away, and made the sex scene a bit too long.  Sorry.

I'd love to hear from you if you'd care to comment on the story.

My email is dozedaze@gmail.com

Cheers,

Bain