Date: Sun, 12 May 2019 17:55:11 -0400 From: Wilde Wilde Subject: CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER (INCEST) -- CHAPTER 5 CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended. Copyright reserved by author, 2019 _______________________________________________ CHAPTER 5 -- GOING FOR IT _______________________________________________ RYAN: That green light from Conor was all I needed. I kissed my inhibitions good bye and said: "Okay, Jamie, you're on. Legs up, buddy! NOW!" "Yes, Daddy, Jamie simpered, with more than an overtone of irony. "Fuck you, bitch! I'll show you who's your daddy. Raise `em and spread `em!" (Where had all this false bravado been when muscle daddy brutalized me like some fucking meth head with no teeth and satanic tattoos all over him? . . . . Never mind.) Jamie raised his legs and spread his cheeks wide. My eyes fixated hungrily on the second hole of the evening to open itself up and give me a peek inside. A hot dude naked and asking you to fuck him is a wonderful and powerful sight, but looking into his open hole is all that and much more. When you see that first tantalizing bit of his glossy pink insides, you're getting the most naked, most private, most forbidden, look at that dude you could possibly get. A few minutes earlier, when Conor allowed me to see him as I now saw Jamie, I began to question for the first time my inhibitions about us doing more than jerk off together. Seeing him so exposed and so unguarded felt more intimate, and almost forbidden, than shoving my dick up his ass or into his mouth ever could. In that moment, I knew that we'd crossed another line. And now Jamie was allowing me to see him as I'd just seen my brother, but this time I didn't stop to think about it the meaning of it. What I wanted was to bury my face between Jamie's butt cheeks and push my tongue into his hole. But since I'd never done that before, I was still a little squeamish about the reality of sticking my tongue inside another guy's ass. "Okay, I thought, you`re the dog that caught this fire truck. Now, what are ya gonna do with it?" There was only one thing to do with it. I stopped thinking, lowered my face to Jamie's ass, buried my nose in his crack, and took a sniff. It was a little funky; okay, more than a little, but not too bad, and there was a tang to it that made me decide to dive right in. I couldn't believe how good the smooth, slippery, lining of his hole felt on my tongue as I pushed into it. "No wonder these two love to rim each other!", I thought. As for Jamie, they must have heard him back at the trailhead. "Yeah! Just like that!" Open my hole with your tongue!" . . ."FUUUCK!" I gave it everything I had. I drove my tongue as deep into Jamie as I could and twisted it back and forth, in and out, until it was too tired to do any more and it was time to fuck. I locked eyes with Jamie and kept them locked while I lubed us up and pressed the tip of my dick where my tongue had just been. I think I was trying to dominate him with nothing more than a mean stare. Then I looked down to savor the first-ever sight of my own dickhead slowly start to disappear into another guy's ass. ("Should I ask Conor to get out his phone and take a video of this?") Returning my gaze to Jamie's eyes, I began to push my way deeper inside him, only this time I was watching to make sure I didn't hurt him. I didn't need to worry. "Give it all to me, Ryan! Fuck me. Hard!" "My pleasure!," I said, as I smacked his ass and slammed the last inch or two inside him. If Jamie wanted a punishment fuck, he was gonna get one. I yanked my cock all the way out and slammed it back in as hard as I could, over and over and over, again. I smacked his ass, I punched his chest, and I slapped his face. I gotta say, Jamie knew what he needed. He looked looked like a man possessed by demons, the way he stared right into my eyes as he bit his lower lip and his fist worked his stone-hard purple cock. From my left, where he was kneeling up against Jamie and fisting his own cock, Conor urged me on as much as Jamie. When I finally had to take a short break, I spread Jamie's ass and stared in astonishment and lust right through his sphincter, which hadn't closed a bit after I pulled out, at the wet, quivering, lining of his rectum. I wanted to dive right in and eat him out from inside. Instead, I dove down and shoved my tongue into his wide open hole, until a minute later I heard: "Pound my ass some more, like you were doing before!" "I forgot to tell you," Conor said, "he's a power bottom. He'll knock you out before he gives up." I did as Jamie told me, but I can't fuck that hard for very long before I have to cum. I warned him that I was getting close. This was a signal to my brother and Jamie to get down to the short strokes on their own dicks. Jamie was the first to blow. His face clenched up and cum sprayed out of his dick and all over him. I was right behind him. "Shit!" I shouted, surprised by the suddenness of my own orgasm, as I fired volleys of cum deep inside Jamie before my arms gave way and I collapsed on top of him, which smeared his cum all over both of us. Then, with only a short pause, Conor shouted, "My turn!" as hot, thick, ropes of semen landed all over my back. Then there was silence. All three of us lay piled on top of each other for a few minutes before we began to disentangle ourselves and survey the damage. Each of us was a sweaty, slippery, mess. "Whadda we do about all this?", Jamie asked as he scooped some of Conor's cum off my back with his fingers and licked it off. "We run into the creek and rinse off, is what we do," Conor said, sounding like the sensible adult in the room. "Now?! Are you out of your mind?", said Jamie. "Probably," said Conor, grabbing his towel and running out into the dark. "C'mon, you two pussies!" I knew if I stopped to think about it, I'd be paralyzed, so I grabbed my towel and ran after Conor. "Fuck!" said Jamie, I suppose I have to go in now too." In the night air, the water felt colder than before. We raced in as fast as we could, rubbed the sweat and cum off of ourselves and off of each other's backs, and raced out again. Back in the tent, we quickly dried off and opened the sleeping bags so they'd lay flat like blankets. We put one on the ground over a couple of air mattresses, and the other two over the three of us so we could cuddle beneath them. We were warm in no time. CONOR: Watching my little brother eat out my best friend and make him squeal for more, and then watching him pound Jamie's ass, made a really strong impression on me. (Not to mention, it was hot.) I guess that's partly because the moment Ryan's tongue touched Jamie's hole, he had just taken a far bigger, more irrevocable, step than when he wrapped his lips around Jamie's dick. I still have no idea where Conor's sexuality is going to end up, but I don't think I'll ever again hear him call himself straight, full stop. Ryan knew that too when Jamie asked Ryan to fuck him, and Ryan looked over at me as though he needed permission. He DID need permission, but the only person who could give that to him was Ryan himself, and I suspect he knew it too. As I watched Ryan hammer Jamie, I asked myself how I'd feel if he wanted to do that to me, or how I'd feel if Ryan ever wanted me to fuck him, but I couldn't answer that question except to say that these were steps I wasn't ready to take and I didn't know if I ever would be. Even so, the idea of doing my own brother, or his doing me, is a hot fantasy. Maybe someday. Who knows? After we'd been cuddling under those sleeping bags for 15 or 20 minutes and my brain had a chance to take over the thinking again from my dick, I got up on one elbow, and turned to Ryan because there was something important I wanted to say to him. "Ryan, when we're back in town on Tuesday, you're going to make an appointment with my doctor to get a prescription for PrEp and to get yourself tested for HIV and other STDs. I'm pretty sure that when Dad or Mom gave you the sex talk, however many times they did that, they didn't tell you anything about sex with other guys for the same reason they didn't tell me: they didn't think they needed to, and even if they'd known I was gay, they wouldn't have had a clue what to tell me about it. So, do you know what PrEP is?" "Yeah," he said, "you told me about it when you went on it. And you're right. I guess I need to do that too." "I'll make sure you do," I added, going all big brother on him. "And one other thing. Jamie and I are both negative and we've had STD tests recently, but you have no idea what the status of other guys you might play with is. So, until you're actually on PrEP, you're only gonna fuck with condoms, right?" "Yes, Daddy," he said obediently but with a smirk." "Watch who you call Daddy, BOY, or you'll live to regret it," I told him, doing my best to look like a serial killer. Some of those daddies mean serious business when they see a twink like you, but I guess you're gonna have to learn the hard way and don't come cryin' to your big brother when one of them grinds your little boy ass to hamburger, cuz I'm just gonna ask to see the vid." "Yes, Daddy." JAMIE: Every time I see Conor and Ryan together I wish I had a brother and that we had a relationship like that. I love my sister, but . . . . I've always liked Ryan, but now that I've gotten to know him better, I like him even more. He's easy to be around, fun, smart, and there's no denying that he's seriously juiced up Conor's and my love life lately. I also like him because he reminds me of myself a little, when I was three years younger than he is now. I also had no reason to suspect that I wasn't straight until not long after my sixteenth birthday, when I let an older man give me a blow job just on a what-the-fuck-why-not? whim. Early one evening in late spring, I'd been hanging out with a group of friends in a large park in the suburban Boston town where I grew up. It was close to dinner hour, and the other guys had to leave. I did too, but I also had to pee and I was about fifteen minutes from home, so I headed over to a rest room in the park, walked up to a urinal, opened my pants and pulled my dick out. There was a guy in his thirties, I think, not bad looking, at the next urinal, and as I stood there peeing, I glanced over at him. He wasn't peeing. He just stood there slowly stroking his long, fat, dick and it was the biggest one I'd ever seen, even if the only other hard-ons I'd seen were on guys my age. When he saw me check him out, he looked over at me and smiled. Like adolescent boys everywhere, my friends and I were always checking out other guys' junk, if only to see how we measured up, so I didn't see any reason why a straight kid like me shouldn't do that now. The older guy gave his dick a few more tugs as I watched, then said, "Follow me," as he put his dick back in his pants and left the rest room. He headed into nearby clump of large bushes where we wouldn't easily be spotted since the light was already low. I followed him, thinking he just wanted to touch my cock and play with it. Instead, he knelt on the ground in front of me, opened my pants and let them drop, then he tugged my underpants down till they were also bunched up around my ankles. I was a little surprised by this, but not scared; in fact, I was already halfway hard. He looked at my growing dick for a few seconds, then moved his mouth up close and swallowed it. I'd never had a blow job before and now that I was getting one, it felt even better than I'd imagined. Until then, nobody but me and my pediatrician had ever touched my dick once I was old enough to bathe myself. When that man wrapped his mouth around it and brought it to full erection, while his strong hands and outspread fingers roughly kneaded my teenage cakes, it was almost proof of the existence of God. When I came two minutes later and he showed me my cum on his tongue, the guy told me that this restroom was a popular cruising spot and that I should drop by any time I wanted another blow job. I took his advice often enough to get to know some of the regulars and when I'd be most likely to find my faves, including him. All my parents knew was that I was outdoors and not hanging around the house playing video games, so they were happy too. Thank god that Jewish mothers are incapable of imagining that their 16 year old sons could possibly want to hang around public restrooms looking for blowjobs from older men. And even if my mother could have guessed the truth, all she'd have needed to hear from me was that anonymous sex with older men wasn't going to keep me from going to law school, and she'd have calmed right down. I said that I wish I had a brother like Conor or Ryan, and as we lay there between those opened-up sleeping bags, I began to wonder what it might be like to have sex with your own brother, even if you only jerked off together. If you didn't know those two, you'd probably have a "eeew, gross!" reaction to an idea like that, but if you do know them, and you know how much they mean to each other, it's one of the sweetest things you can imagine. If I couldn't have a brother to share everything with, then getting naked and dirty with both of them was the next best thing. Conor tells me that he has no idea where Ryan's sexuality is going to end up, and I say, "Good for him for being willing to experiment and find out," but I'll be deeply disappointed if Ryan ends up in a place that doesn't include playtime with me. CONOR: After we rinsed off and warmed ourselves under our sleeping bags, we got out the bourbon. We were more tired than we knew and pretty soon the alcohol made us drowsy. Since we were already comfortable and too tired to get up and redo the sleeping bags and air mattresses, we turned out the lantern, snuggled up to each other, and went to sleep. When we woke up the next morning, it was still too chilly for a swim, so we ate some breakfast and headed out for a long hike to a rock outcropping at the top of a nearby mountain where there is a spectacular view for many miles over the foothills and and valleys of the Catskills and across the Hudson River, to the Taconic Range in the hazy far distance. Along the way, the trail lead through old growth forests, meadows full of wildflowers and bees, and past two waterfalls. Forest birds and meadow birds were everywhere. It's a vigorous hike over a low ridge, across a valley, and up the next mountain to the summit, so when we finally got back to camp around 3 that afternoon, we were all ready for a dip. A minute after we hit the water, a group of four guys who looked to be in their mid to late 30s came around a bend in the trail and saw us horsing around in the creek. They stopped, smiled at us, and then one of them said "Let's go in, too!" Less than a minute later, we were all naked in the water. All of them had the hard, lean, upper bodies, on top of legs like tree trunks, of marathon or bicycle racers. Two had well trimmed beards, one had shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail (which he undid before going into the water), and two had buzzed hair. All in all, pretty fucking hot in their different ways. Nothing about any of them made the needle on my gaydar jump, but you never know. There was a time when shaved pubes -- on two of the guys -- might have led me to guess "gay," but these days lots of straight boys shave it all off to keep their girlfriends happy. Anyway, they'd already seen enough of us to figure out that we were probably gay, so if they were interested in messing around with us, I was sure they'd let us know. Gay or straight, they looked great naked. There in front of me were four asses you could crack nuts in and not an undersized cock or pair of balls among the lot of them. The guy with the long hair had one of those dicks that even soft measures five or six inches and it had to arch out a bit just to get over his heavy balls. I was thankful just then to be standing in cold water, because I didn't want to be seen wagging my boner at the four of them, like an overeager puppy. Since we'd been in the water less than a minute when these guys appeared, we were still cooling off from our hike. We all introduced ourselves, and it turned out that they were camping a bit downstream from us, where there was also a deep pool you could swim in. Soon we were all splashing around, playing a bit of grab-ass, and giving each other firemen's boosts so we could dive back into the water. As homoerotic as the play got, it was frat boy homoeroticism that wasn't going to lead to anything further except, a little later, among Ryan, Jamie and me. Still, I was getting off just watching how gracefully and athletically those hard, limber, bodies moved as they played. If I hadn't been standing in cold water, I could have cum almost without touching myself. When we finally had to come out of the water, we lit another fire, this time big enough for all of us to warm ourselves with, and invited our new friends to hang with us for a while and have a few drinks. As with the day before, Ryan, Jamie and I stayed naked, which led one of the new guys to tell us that he and his buds were naked outdoors a lot too, and soon enough seven naked men sat around relaxing, comparing hikes, and shooting the shit. Problem was, now I didn't have the cold water to keep my dick under control and to judge from the twitching and chubbing up going on between Ryan's and Jamie's legs, they had the same problem. Jamie ducked into the tent to get out the bourbon and soon enough we all loosened up, everyone's cock had grown at least a little, and Jamie's and mine were leaking generous amounts of precum that dangled in long threads. Some of our new friends watched as those threads stretched out longer and thinner until the blob at the tip fell off, and they didn't try to hide their interest from us. This didn't completely surprise me. Some straight guys I've encountered -- I'm talking about the ones I'm pretty sure basically WERE straight and not just closeted -- in my college dorms, or at the gym, or at nude beaches I've been to, are pretty loose about homoerotic behavior -- even sober. I've seen straight guys in my dorm cuddle up to each other (and to gay boys too) to watch TV on a dorm bed, give each other a friendly kiss now and then, and openly check out each other's bodies. The way you know they're straight, or at least think they are, is by what they WON'T do: no mouth kissing, no blow jobs, and no fucking. This kind of sexual openness was what we were seeing from these guys now. They'd manspread a little more than was necessary, a couple of them were leaking precum themselves which they'd take up on their fingers so they could lick it off. They also weren't at all shy about checking us out. Jamie and I being a couple of old hands at exhibitionism, we did a little manspreading too, and now and then we'd tug on our dicks and balls and lick up the precum. Now that we'd had a few drinks, the flirting and sexual displays got pretty overt. Then came a big surprise. One of the guys with buzzed hair and a scruffy beard, who'd introduced himself as Danny, was sitting next to Jamie. Just as Jamie reached down to scoop up another blob of precum, Danny pushed his hand away and reached for Jamie's dick to scoop the precum up himself. Then he put it in his mouth, licked his lips, and looked at my gobsmacked best friend like that cat in the cartoons that just ate the canary. Danny was silent for a few long seconds, smirking and enjoying the WTF look on Jamie's face. "You may be wondering what just happened," he deadpanned. "It's simple. I'm gay. I'll let my buddies here speak for themselves. But, just between us, with a few drinks in them, they've been known to get a little hetero-flexible." And now he turned his smirk toward them. While Jamie was still trying to get his head around all this (not to mention Ryan and I), Danny said, "May I?" "May you what?", Jamie asked, looking as confused as you might imagine he would. "Stand up and I'll show you." Jamie stood up and Danny got on his knees in front of him, took Jamie's penis in his hand, and from there into his mouth. Now we were all gobsmacked. You might wonder why Jamie's, Ryan's, and my eyes were wide open and our mouths almost the same, given everything you already know about us. This reminded me of that day when Ryan first got to New York and we went to the gym where we were confronted with the sight of two guys jerking off together in the sauna, and I was so afraid that Ryan would completely freak out. Even gay boys who are into group sex wouldn't think of touching each other with straight guys around. It's a boner killer for us and who knows how they might react. It would be like fucking in front of women. But now, here was Danny with Jamie's cock in his mouth, in front of his straight-ish buddies (assuming that Danny wasn't just kidding about their hetero-flexibility when drunk), and it very much looked like Jamie was getting fully hard -- not as fast as he usually does, but getting there all the same. Another surprise: I looked over at the other three guys, and they didn't look one bit awkward. They just sat there watching Danny with big, sloppy, grins, and then they began to cheer like football fans or a bunch of gay boys watching a gang bang. (It's about the same thing, now that I think about it.) "Go for it, Danny!" "Suck that load right outta him!" "He's gonna shoot! I can see his balls tightening up!" Two of the other three guys even began to play with their own rising cocks, and I'm not even sure if they were conscious of doing that. When we saw that, Ryan and I did the same and pretty soon the last holdout joined the rest of us. Even Danny began to stroke his own dick while his mouth worked on Jamie's. When we all started to get close, you could begin to tell the straights from the queers without a program. Ryan and I got up and moved over just behind Danny so we'd be able to cum all over him. The three straight guys stayed where they were. (Straight guys may jerk off together sometimes, but they don't want somebody else's cum on themselves.) A minute or so later, Jamie erupted into Danny's mouth and that set off a chain reaction of orgasmic fireworks. Within another two minutes, all seven of us had cum and were in various stages of recovery. Jamie had to lean his hands on Danny's shoulders because his legs had been shaking so much that he was still wobbly. If there's a more effective ice breaker than sex when meeting new groups of people, I can't tell you what it is. This called for another round of drinks. We'd all been pretty relaxed before, but now we were all old pals, laughing and carrying on about mostly silly stiff like we'd been doing that all our lives. I had to give a lot of credit to Bobby, Nick, and Hunter (the other three new guys), for being loose and confident enough to let Danny be himself in front of them without getting nervous and embarrassed; and not only that, but props to them for supporting him by joining the fun, as much as they were comfortable doing. Also, credit to Danny for having enough confidence in his buddies to know that they wouldn't blow their cool over a blow job. If we'd had any extra food, we'd have invited the new guys to stay for dinner, but we didn't, and since nobody wanted to have to make dinner in the dark, they reluctantly got up to leave while the sun was still reasonably high. First, though, we all agreed to hike together the next day on a trail they knew which could be picked up just downstream from their campsite. With one last round of hugs and kisses, we said we'd meet them at their site in the morning and a few minutes later we set about making dinner for ourselves. Ryan, Jamie, and I played together naked again that night, but we were way more laid back than the night before. We took turns giving and getting erotic massages, two of us giving, and one of us getting. While Jamie and I were doing Ryan, I slipped a couple of fingers up his ass for the first time and he was not just cool with it, he squirmed with pleasure. We ran our fingertips teasingly over the insides of his thighs, his perineum, the extra-sensitive inner parts of his cheeks, and the cleft between them. We kneaded his glutes, his pecs, and his lats, and slowly, delicately, ran our fingertips in circles around his belly, through his groin creases, and over his balls, which we gently tugged. When Ryan began to squirm a little too much, scrunch up his face, and beg us to get him off, we moved to his dick and teased it for a while before giving in to his agonized pleas for mercy. When it was Ryan's turn to help massage Jamie and me, he was surprisingly good for a first timer. He just watched what Jamie and I did, and then did the same. As his confidence grew, he sometimes took the initiative and we followed him. By the time everybody had been done, it was late and we were starting to get tired. We poured ourselves some nightcaps and slowly drank them while we shared our impressions of the guys we'd just met: who was the hottest, who was less hot but more sexy, who might be had if we handled him right (all of them, we agreed), and so on. By this time, we were all sleepy so we arranged the sleeping bags the way we'd done the night before, cuddled up together and turned out the lantern. I fell asleep with my chubby poking weakly at Ryan's hole and my arm reaching across his body to pull him in tight, while Jamie did the same to me. Sunday morning was sunny and a lot warmer -- hot, actually -- than the day before had been, so we didn't bother putting on clothes as we made some breakfast and washed everything afterwards. Still naked, we put on our boots, loaded up our small day packs, and headed about a 15 minute walk further along the trail we'd arrived on, to meet Danny, Bobby, Nick and Hunter. RYAN: By the time the new guys showed up on Saturday afternoon, I'd been living with Conor for only a week, but it was a week in which so much had happened, and I'd learned so many new things about myself, that I already felt like I'd been living in Conor's world for a long time. There is no straight equivalent to gaydar because straight men don't need it. They just assume that any "straight looking" man they see must be straight and, mostly, they're right. Now that I had one foot on the straight dock and the other on the queer boat -- which had already started its engines and was getting ready to leave -- I figured that anything was possible; and when those guys found us horsing around in the creek, I was ready for whatever, including a seven man orgy in a four man tent if that's what they all wanted. When I saw Conor and Jamie treat them as friendly straight guys, and nobody made a move on anyone else's dick, I was almost relieved to find that the world of straight men, with which I'd identified all my life until a few days ago, hadn't completely disappeared from the face of the earth. This wasn't because I wanted to be straight "again," or that I was uncomfortable with my expanding queerness, but because in the face of so much change, I was just glad to see something familiar, something that I already understood. Besides, they were really nice guys whom I'd want to have around no matter what anyone's sexuality might be. JAMIE: The next morning, we got to our new friends' campsite a little early and found Bobby, Danny and Hunter doing naked sun salutations on small, sunny, patch of grass between their tent and the forest, while Nick did pushups, squats, and lunges, off to one side. He was naked like the rest of us. As soon as he saw us, Bobby stared to apologize for the delay, but we told them to finish their yoga and not feel rushed. I know that everyone who knows me thinks that whenever I see a naked man I either want to fuck him or be fucked by him, but that's not always true. Sometimes, and this was one of those times, I like to just closely observe and admire the beauty of his musculature as he moves, as if I were an artist preparing to draw him. Naked myself, I stood on that sunny bit of grass doing exactly that. I loved the way their muscles were engaged and active. The way their massive glutes flexed as the three of them flowed so smoothly through their sun salutations. The way those indentations on the sides of their ripped asses rhythmically flattened out and reappeared, as did the creases over the IT band between the quads and hamstrings. I watched the long, narrow, spinal erector muscles expand and contract, and the lats and the smaller muscles of the upper back and shoulders knot up and smooth out again, in the same rhythm as every other muscle in their bodies did its job. Sometimes I looked over at Nick doing pushups with his ass tight and tensed, his back, neck, and head in perfect alignment, and the the muscles of his upper body flexing rhythmically, like those of his buddies doing yoga. Or I'd watch him do squats and lunges, with his core fully engaged, his abs taut and rippling, and the muscles of his legs and ass flexing powerfully. They were all so beautiful that I sometimes had to remind myself to breathe. An occasional glance at Ryan and Conor told me that they were as grateful to be there as I was. When the workout was over, they quickly rinsed themselves off in the creek put on their shoes, grabbed their packs, and we were off. It was a hike much like ours of the day before, which is to say, stunningly beautiful. We crossed a forested ridge, and headed through more woods and meadows, past the occasional rock outcropping, up to the top of a mountain we'd seen from our own hike. It too, had a bald, rocky area at the summit, with views that provided the perfect backdrop to a lazy lunch. Danny and I were having a conversation on the first part of the descent, and fell slightly behind the others. I'd been asking him how long he and his friends had known each other (they'd all been college friends in the early 2000s), and he asked what Ryan, Conor and I were to each other. I explained that as best I could without offering too much information. In response to a question from me, Danny said that he'd come out during his junior year after agonizing over the decision for a long time because he'd been afraid of losing friends' who meant so much to him. When he finally did find the courage to tell them, all he got from Bobby, Nick and Hunter were a few quick hugs along with, "It's cool, dude," and soon after that, "Where do you want to go for dinner." Danny said he had felt almost disappointed by their casualness, as though they'd cheated him out of a big dramatic scene starring himself with a supporting cast of three. I'll admit that I had been surprised when Danny swallowed my dick the previous evening, as he is one of the large number of gay men who don't especially "read" as gay and who don't telegraph the fact before they state or demonstrate it directly. I reminded him that I still owed him for that blow job, and dropped to my knees to give him a quickie before we caught up with the rest of the gang, who were waiting for us a five minute walk down the trail. Back at their campsite, we all played in another pool in the creek that was the reason why they had returned here, and this time we didn't have to come out so soon because the day was still hot. We'd brought food for our dinners over with us in the morning, so this time we all sat around after our swim, still naked, and shared some smokes before making as celebratory a dinner as you can out of backpacking food. As the weed kicked in, we all moved in in a little closer to each other, including the straight, or maybe slightly hetero-flexible guys, and sometimes an arm would go around someone's bare torso, the hand attached to that arm would move just a little, or we'd press our asses a little closer together. That night, back at our own campsite, we were all pretty tired and wasted, so an old fashioned circle jerk was about as much as any of us could handle. We stroked, came, cleaned up, got into another puppy pile, and turned out the lantern. We all felt a little lazy the next day, which was Memorial Day. Between that, not wanting to get back to NYC too late, and a fear of holiday traffic, we spent a lazy half morning at our campsite, including a lot of time in the creek since the day was as hot as the day before. Then we broke camp, packed our gear, and hiked back to the car. Despite some slow and go stretches on the Thruway, and a backup at the Lincoln Tunnel, we were back at Conor's by 6:30. I showered there with him and Ryan, and borrowed clean briefs and a tee shirt from Conor before we went out for dinner. After that, we were all tired and needed a little quiet alone time before going back to work in the morning. CONOR: By the time Ryan and I got home after having dinner with Jamie, we were both worn out but not yet sleepy, so we ended up naked on my bed watching TV, with Ryan's head resting on my chest. No matter what, it seems, I will always be his big brother, and that makes me happy. We must have been sleepier than we knew, though, because we never made it through the movie. We fell asleep cuddled up together and didn't stir till morning. RYAN: At work the next day, I called the clinic where Conor's doctor practices. By some miracle, they had a cancellation for 4:30 that afternoon, so I left work early, headed over there, and walked in our door two hours later with a bottle of Truvada and a negative HIV test. Look out New York, here I fucking cum! AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please join me in supporting Nifty in recognition of the unique role they play in bringing readers and writers together. Even a small donation helps. To contribute, go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html _________________________________ I welcome readers' comments, for better or for worse. Please send them to WildeWilde115@gmail.com . As always, I want to acknowledge the invaluable inspiration and encouragement I've received from Alex, who writes as Lexnifty, and Phoenix. Have fun! Wilde