Date: Sun, 12 May 2019 12:00:00 -0400 From: Austyn Layne Subject: Crossing Streams Part 12 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All characters, acts, and places are fictional in this story; any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places, ages, substances and items used in this story is meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense is intended. This is a fictionalized account of youthful sexual/self discovery involving young males. If this type of story is illegal in your area or if you are not of legal age to read this type of story, then I politely ask you to leave this page. Thank You. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Crossing Streams: Fire by Night Author: Austyn Layne A few days had passed since my wild visit to Trevors, where I met and got fucked by his hockey-jock big brother Benji. God! I couldn't stop thinking about his big sweaty cock and gorgeous hockey jock ass, it seemed to be the only thing occupying my sex dreams at night. Well, Jake and I decided to head down to the retention pond with some weed and Mtn. Dews. This is the place sometimes we would go to 'relieve some stress'. This time Jake decided to bring his Crosman Paintball Pistol to shoot at the target on the tree. It was unusually cold out that day so we decided to wear our winter coats. Mine was Black and Grey Boulder Creek Parka and his was a Camouflage W/Orange interior Super Insulated Coat from Ducks unlimited heavily saturated with Axe Body Spray. Jake told me that some others might be joining us later. As to who those others might be, only time would tell. Me and Jake shot the shit for a while, talking about school; and how he saw Ms. Adams fucking herself with a Dry-Erase marker in the middle of 'Mimi' when the lights were out. He swore she did, but I wasn't so sure; and plus I think he was playing with himself and just fantasized the whole thing. A few minutes passed and Jake wanted to start target practicing on his homemade bullseye. He was all hyped up due to his ADHD, and couldn't keep his mind on one thing. Shit, you think the Adderall would've helped. "Hey Ashtyn! Watch this. I'm gonna shoot it 'gangsta' style!" Jake said as he turned his pistol sideways and shot red paint pellets at the target. "Cool Jake!" I shouted out as I watched him. God he looked so hot! The way his eyes burned with primal lust as he focused on the mark. "Yeah dude, I look like a real bad ass don't I?" Jake boasted with a cocky smirk on his face, while he stood spread legged in his shooting stance. "If you say so man!" I replied, but I knew the look in my eyes said all. Jake knew I was easily turned on by him; hell, I've had him every way imaginable. So how couldn't he know, what was on my mind as I looked at him? "Come on bitch! You know I own this shit, no other mother-fuckers got it like me! This is my house, faggots! No offense Ash." Jake bragged with a mischievous smile, as the wind blew through his hair, and across the collar of his Camouflage jacket. "None taken. And if you say so Rambo." I replied, with a look of desire in my eyes. Jake took a moment and stopped firing his paint pellets, then walked to the edge of the pond. I couldn't help but stare at his fine toned little ass, as he walked passed me. "I gotta drain the snake, I'm about to fucking bust a pipe! Ya know what I'm sayin'?" Jake said as he looked over at me while pulling his chubbed tallywacker out of his jeans. "Come on dude, at least go in the bushes. Do want people to stare at your dick?" "No way Ash! Let the pervs stare! I know you like it!" Jake shouted, as he stood ready to piss in the pond. "Hey, wanna join me? I know you want to." Jake said in a taunting voice. "Sure, I guess?" I said. In fact I really had to go, but was going to go in the bushes. But decided to join him. I stood there staring at Jake, as we showed off our pissing cocks to God and creation, I couldn't help but study his dick though; seeing how many times its been inside me. The way it pulsed as the stream shot across mine from the slit of his cock-head. The way his hand held it. The way he jutted it forward as he made ripples in the pond the with me. And finally the way he shook it as he emptied the final drop - He truly was the master of his penis. I was only a guest to his one man display of raw masculinity. All in all I was happy we 'crossed streams' once more. Jake walked back over to the tree and picked up his Paintball pistol, and began firing once again. With his dick still hanging out. "Jake! Put your horse back in the stable and zip up your fucking jeans." I yelled. "What Ashtyn, see sumthin' you like? Of course you do. This 'bad boy' right here, mother-fucker! And plus if people can see my junk from this far away...then I guess I'm pretty blessed!" Jake said in a cocky voice with steam billowing from his mouth, while flipping his flaccid dick up with his free hand. God, seeing him act like this made him ten times more desirable. I wanted nothing more than to grab him by the chin, force my tongue into his cocky vulgar mouth, and exorcise the curses from his tongue. "Whatever!" I huffed. "Well, it ain't goin' nowhere, it likes the cold air. I gotta give it what it wants! You know what I mean...don't ya Ash?" Jake chuckled. I did know what he meant. And I wanted to give it to him. He fired off a few more pellets, with his dick just hanging out of his camo boxers. That look on his face I couldn't get enough. "Come on dude, use your imagination." Jake groaned out in frustration. I move close to him and position myself between his spread legs as he fired away. I already see the look in his eyes. He knows what's about to happen. "Just do it, Ash. No one's watching." There I am face-to-face with his hanging member. The heat escaping from his crotch, the smell is amazing. Kind of musky, tangy and a bit sour. I take the full length into my mouth. He moans, as I bury my nose into his fragrant pubes. I can taste everything; the piss he just took, the dried cum from this mornings jerk-off, the salty sweat from his cock and balls warming in his boxers. He still firing the Paintball pistol sideways and being cocky, as I suck him off. He pulls me off his junk for a moment to pull his boxers down enough where his nuts and cock are hanging out. I resume sucking him, now hard, he slips past my tonsils; I can taste the slightly bitter pre on my tongue as he slides in-and-out of my throat. "Fuck yeah, damn you suck dick so good." He pants out, the steam marking each word. I kiss and massage his fuzzy sac getting tighter by the moment; his nuts moving up towards the base of his cock. His body starts to tremble as I bob up-and-down on his throbbing cock. I move my hand between his butt-cheeks then start to play with his moist, dirty hole. He let's out another whimper and another shot. "Keep doin' that...goddammit!" Jake growls. Jake puts his hand on the back of my head and starts to fuck my face. The feeling of him humping up into my throat feels so illicit - it always did. I love the ways his crotch looks as it fucks, I love that point of view. His body shakes with every thrust of his pelvis, I know what's about to happen. "Oh fuck! Keep doin' that! Holy shit!" Jake cursed out, as his crotch slammed against my face. I start spiraling my tongue around his length as it pivoted in-and-out. I could taste the beads of cum starting to escape from his balls through his piss-slit. Then with one final primal grunt, he spurt watery ropes of sweet and salty cum into my mouth. It wasn't as thick as usual, probably because he took care of himself earlier. "Jesus effing christ! Where did you learn this shit?" He grunted as he spurt his final rope of potent swimmers down my throat. I guess I'm a natural I thought to myself. I continued to suck on his now soft sensitive cock; but now rubbing my hands gently on his butt then sliding them up his under winter coat and gray Hanes tee, rubbing his abs and his sweaty back. I could feel his muscles spasm each time I hit a sensitive nerve on his cock - especially the tip of the head. "That's was fuckin' awesome. Get off my shit so I can zip up. I'd say I just hit the mother-fuckin' bullseye, bitch." Jake panted out as he carefully slid his pecker out from between my swollen red lips. We both finally sat down exhausted and drank some Mtn Dews, as he started a small campfire. All Jake could do was look over at me and shake his head in disbelief. God I wish I knew what he was thinking in that moment. I probably just gave him the most thrilling suck-off of his life I thought to myself. XXXXXX The sun was about to set when we heard the sound of a shopping buggy rolling down the hill. It was Benji and Trevor wanting join us (By the way, Trevor riding in the cart) Jake just laughed at the sight. "Hey dude, you're going to break you neck doing stupid shit like that." Jake said, as Trevor fell out of the buggy. "If he hurts himself it's his own damn fault! He's a lost cause anyways!" Benji replied, after taking a seat next to Jake. Wow, here was Benji again, this time wearing his black and purple Hawks hockey hoodie. After all the deviant acts we did with each other, I don't know how he could just act normal. I mean come on, he used my tongue like Charmin. "Hey Ash, what's goin' on, you and Jake just chillin'?" Trevor said in a suggestive tone, sitting by me wearing a black Columbia insulated winter parka. "Just watching Jake trying to hit a bullseye." I said. "Yeah right, we watched everything. Fucking pervs! Get a room." Trevor chuckled. "He's lying Ash, we just got back from the Piggly-Wiggly that's were I swiped this wobbly ass buggy. We're fucking fugitives dude." Benji boasted as he cracked a Dew. "No for real man, we saw y'all in the bushes." Trevor chuckled. "I guess you caught us Trev. Yeah, Ash was goin' 'oh Jake you're sooooo big, please don't take your gigantic schlong out of my butt-hole, I wanna have your babies.' Yup, you caught us Sherlock Holmes." Jake joked sarcastically in a girly voice. The convo was so embarrassing, but it still kind of turned me on hearing Jake just talk so damn nasty. "Benji, does that make you jealous?" Trevor asked. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about dip-shit?" Benji grinned. "Yeah, like the other day we like had a bang fest." Jake chuckled. "Whatever dude. Like I say: when I'm wasted I don't remember shit. We fuck or something Ashtyn? hahaha. I don't know what y'all '3 beer queers' were up to - but I don't remember jack-shit." Benji laughed acting like he was serious. "Hey, Ashtyn, wanna hold it while I pee?" Trevor asked as he whipped his dick out to piss in the bushes. "Leave em alone princess! No one wants to play with your needle-dick." Benji laughed. To be honest, I did. I wanted nothing more than to be the biggest cock-slut, and just relieve him in the bushes. Actually I wanted both of the brothers pricks in my mouth. But it was fun watching him taunt me with his cock while he pissed, the look in his eye was very telling. Then finally he shook his ass one last time as he finished and zipped up. "Cool off Ash, remember I'm his brother. You three can do that gay shit on your own time. Or maybe when I'm fucked up, but not now... fuckin' horn-dogs." Benji exclaimed. XXXXXX The night progressed, and we all smoked a joint around the campfire. Benji started spouting off some stuff about the 'Invocation of lust' and the 'messenger of voluptuous delights' then finally bitching about his 'somthing' while burning a piece of paper and mumbling about the 'dismal void' and 'almighty Dagon'. Before the night was over we all jacked-off into the campfire. It was an amazing sight watching the two brothers and Jake play with their cocks. I never realized how big Benji was till I saw him jerk-off solo. There's also somthing about watching the face of someone about to come, it's all in the eyes, I can't explain it. It's all so primal, it's like an eternal moment outside of space and time - like Nirvana - If you snap back into reality you've already lost it. To be honest, I thought blowing your load into a campfire was a waste of good cum. I mean I would've sucked them all off right there if they gave me a chance. But with Benji, there was rules. He honestly believed he had to be on some level of intoxication to 'mess with a dude'. Deep down I knew Trevor and Jake would have used me like a cum-dump if it wasn't for Benji's 'code'. The two brothers left; then Jake and I headed back up the hill, back to Jake's house. I just had to give it one more try. So when Jake went into his bedroom to crash, I went for it and just pulled his boxers down to give him a dirty kiss good night. I took his warm sticky cock into my mouth and tugged on the soft appendage. I knew he was spent from earlier, but I just couldn't fall asleep next to him without his taste on my tongue. Just feeling it was enough, I spent a half an hour sucking on him like a tangy Push-Pop while he fell asleep. He remained soft but I could tell by the look on his face, he enjoyed all the attention I was giving to him while he slept. Finally, I rolled over and started to fall asleep. The scent of his Axe body spray laced lust, sweat and smoke remained trapped in my nostrils, while staring at his sleeping face lost in dreams, illuminated only by the moonlight beaming through the cracks in his blinds. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ What will happen in part 13? Stay tuned. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html