CHAPTER 1 - The Beach
In many ways, it was a simpler time. AIDS was still incubating somewhere in the Far East. Gay activism was still in its ascendancy and had yet to intrude it's polarizing questions of sexuality and being into the common psyche.
Don't misunderstand; there was a terrible stigma attached to being “queer.” And yet, at the same time, we were more comfortable being naked with other boys in nonsexual situations, like locker room showers and trough urinals. At least, from my experience, it seemed easy for buddies to slip into a little sexual experimentation and not worry much about it.
That kind of casual sex with other boys was less serious. We no more thought of putting on a condom to do that than we would put one on for masturbating. However, those of us who came to love sex with other boys faced real turmoil. Many of us had painful periods where we lived double lives.
It was the time when my generation of gays was beginning to make decisions about their own lives; personal decisions that would impact an entire society.
The story begins in far south Texas, long before every college student in North America had discovered South Padre Island...
Stefan was my best bud. We had been best buds since junior high-Stefan and Sean. Now, at the ripe age of sixteen, our friendship was stronger than ever, and more intimate. We shared everything from the beginning. The girls we dreamed about, and the things we dreamed about doing. At twelve, we learned to masturbate together. And at twelve, we gave each other our first cock suckings. We gave each other our first fuckings at thirteen. We each had our first female when we were fifteen, and we told only each other about it. (Mine was the mom of a friend. His was that same friend's little sister.)
After our initial experimentations together with sex, we tapered off to an occasional JO session. But recently, things had changed…a lot. It began when Stefan got his driver's license.
We both loved the beach. In those days, you could rent a room at a motel with a lighted dock for $10 a night. (A lighted dock was great for night fishing.) Once Stefan got his license, our dads let us drive down to South Padre, rent a room and fish all night. Well, fish almost all night.
That first fishing trip, the fish weren't biting. We decided to call it a night early on. The room only had a double bed and once we stripped to our briefs, we climbed in together. Laying there, without much to do, it seemed only natural that Stefan should ask, “I do yours; you do mine?”
We shed the briefs and lay side by side, stroking and admiring, and it seemed only natural when Stefan asked, “You remember back when we used to try everything together?”
“You mean like blow jobs and corn-holing?”
“Why. You want to again?” I asked with a chuckle, just in case he didn't.
He chuckled back, “Sorta.”
And so our fishing trips became frequent, and we didn't always catch lots of fish. We had both dated girls and continued to do so. We weren't getting any from them, but we were from each other. Actually, we learned to please each other very, very well. And I think both of us noticed our eyes going more and more to other guys in the showers, or to their butts as they passed in the hall, or to their faces, their hair, their eyes, their lips.
Stefan was a full head shorter than me. He had a tight compact body with broad, well-muscled shoulders-his pronounced deltoids made it look as if he had his own little set of built in shoulder pads. His slightly shorter than average cock was a fat one, and seemed to be designed for my prostate. Like me, there wasn't an ounce of fat on Stefan.
I liked the way his hair tapered up his neck into a shaggy mop on top, and I liked the way his hair formed ringlets when it got wet. I liked his fine, blond body hairs. I liked his full lips, and the wonderful things he did with his tongue. I liked his eyes and how they lit up when he smiled. He still had a boy's face, a very cute boy's face.
Some guys teased him that his nose was a little long, but I liked it. I thought it made his face more interesting. It was part of who Stefan was. And Stef was my best bud.
I was tall and lean. My cock was longer than average; well, I guess, quite a bit longer. I had a straight shaft with a large crown. Both Stefan and I had brown hair. My hair frustrated me. At the length I liked it, it waved and fanned like wings over and behind my ears. Girls liked it, but I wished it was straight. I had dark blue eyes. Stefan's were grey.
My wide-set eyes were one of my best features. I was proud of them because I had long, thick eyelashes. And my eyebrows were so perfect, that one girl accused me more than once of plucking them. Girls often went sorta stupid looking into my eyes. Their eyes would go wide and dilate, their mouths would go slack, and they'd sorta go blank. I got a kick out of it.
Both Stefan and I were strong for our sizes. We were into most sports and did lots of weights.
It was Stefan's idea to quit our summer jobs a couple of weeks early so that we could camp out at the beach for a week before football two-a-days started. We definitely had all the gear we needed.
My Dad loved hunting and had a big, screened tent with a floor, which had also worked well for my family when we vacationed at the beach. Along with the tent, we had two bunk-cots. The cots were much larger in size than normal cots, and they were sturdy, with an upper and lower bunk each. We also had a large dining fly and a camp kitchen. My dad was all for our using the gear, and even volunteered to drive us down to the beach in his van, and to pick us up later.
Since we could sleep four, Stefan and I decided to invite two other guys. Stefan suggested I invite Aaron. That surprised me. I wouldn't have particularly called Stefan and Aaron friends. Even though Aaron lived two doors down from me, he and I were just buddies. But then I remembered telling Stefan about how Aaron and I had messed around sexually a few times. However, Stef didn't know that Aaron and I still got together for mutual JO, and well, other things. Hey, Aaron had a big cock and was always horny.
Aaron was tall like me, but more muscular, more beefy. He was Hispanic with thick, black hair, blazingly white teeth, and lively eyes. Aaron was popular with girls. Only Stefan and I knew that Aaron had also enjoyed boy sex, at least with me.
Now that I thought about it, I remembered noticing Stefan looking Aaron over in the locker room. Aaron was long in the torso with a muscular butt, and did I mention a long cock?
His body tapered from high, broad shoulders to a slim waist. His skin coloring had a depth to it; almost a brown glow. And he had large nipples. I liked large nipples. I wondered about Stefan's intentions.
And so I decided that if Stefan had something in mind, I would like to invite someone in whom I had an interest; I suggested that Stefan invite his cousin, Daniel.
Daniel was medium height, taller than Stefan, and had long, light blond hair. Actually, his hair was a blend of several shades of blond. Together, they gave his hair an overall, wheat color. He had high cheekbones and wide-set, clear blue eyes. Large eyes. And he had an almost-wide mouth over a fine sculptured chin. Daniel always stood ramrod straight with his shoulders back, like they train guys to do in the service. Daniel stood that way naturally. He had a long neck, and broadening shoulders. While Stefan was a boy becoming a man, Daniel was a youth and elegantly beautiful.
Daniel wasn't into school sports much, but liked surfing and water skiing. He had a really relaxed attitude. Perhaps that was because his dad was our local psychologist, and the man himself seemed really laid back.
Daniel and I had always been friendly. Lately, however, I found myself more and more taken by him. And there was one other thing that made Daniel intriguing to me; Stefan had told me how he and Daniel had messed around together on a couple of family camping trips.
We agreed to invite both Aaron and Daniel on our camping trip. I didn't know what all Stefan might have in mind for this trip, but I was definitely getting ideas. So was Aaron.
“Maybe,” he said, when I invited him, “you and me can have some fun behind the dunes.”
“Might not have to hide behind dunes,” I told him. “Stef and Daniel have messed around before, too.”
“Daniel, huh?” he asked. Aaron was an omnivore when it came to sex.
So, on a Sunday afternoon in August, four boys, all tanned and gold from summer, loaded a ton of gear and food into my Dad's van and headed for South Padre Island.
The van was a business van, with only two front seats and all open space in the back. The four of us reclined on the gear for the ride down, and I lay so that I sort of faced Stef, but could easily look at Daniel whenever I wanted.
I didn't remember that his hips were so tight, or that he filled the front of his shorts so well. Nor did I remember how long and slender he was in his legs and torso. I didn't remember how the veins stood out on his arms and calves, or how soft his skin looked. I didn't remember how subtle his smile could be. I certainly never knew his eyes could dance and make you feel as if the bottom had dropped out of your stomach.
Daniel had a cool voice. It's like it froze at thirteen or fourteen, just as it was changing, and never quite finished; staying a little sandy. I envied him; it was, well, sexy.
When we got there, we drove up the island to the end of the road. There was a fishing pier there, and you could drive down onto the sand. My dad drove out onto the firm sand at the water's edge and we drove up the beach.
There was an incredible number of people and cars. A gazillion little kids played in the water. Families had put up tarps and were grilling. We made my dad drive at least three miles trying to get past the crowd and to someplace more private. We finally passed just about all the cars. There was one last pickup about a mile farther ahead, but we were as far as we wanted to go.
Dad helped us set up camp. He had worked out quite a good system for beach camping that was pretty successful at keeping the sand out of the tent, gear, and food. He helped us set up and instructed us in what to do. For example, he put a basin of water at the door of the tent. Each time we wanted to enter, we were to step into the basin and wash our feet. We also used talcum powder to cut the sand and salt from our bodies, and had brought a couple of tins with us.
It took quite a while to unpack and set up. The sun started to get low. Cars began to leave the beach. Dad ate sandwiches with us, and then left as well. He would be back Saturday morning. We sat under the dining fly until it was completely dark. The stars were brilliant.
We couldn't see any cars close to us any more. The moon had risen, huge and pale-gold above the horizon. Daniel was the first to strip and head for the surf. We all followed, cocks swinging as we ran into the tossing waves.
It was the first time I had seen Daniel naked. He was lightly muscled, but well defined. His long leg muscles met at his butt and continued in long lines up the muscles of his back. His butt was high and had a pleasant balance between muscle and flesh; a kind of bubble butt. Even in the moonlight, I could see every muscle as he ran. He moved like a natural athlete, his body loose, and his long cock bouncing enticingly.
The salt water and current swept and tingled between our legs. The foam on the waves was faintly luminescent. We played, and splashed, and body surfed. The moon turned blazingly white as it rose higher in the night sky until eventually, exhausted, we headed back to the tent.
We stood at the entrance as Daniel stepped into the basin. I took the talc and brushed it down his shoulders, back, butt, and the back of his legs. Then I handed him the can to finish his front.
When Daniel finished and stepped into the tent, I stepped into the basin. Daniel knelt at the tent door and reached out to talc up my legs, stopping about mid-thigh. I tried not to think about how his hands felt. Then he handed me the can. I finished my front and handed the can to Stefan, who talced my back, like I had done for Daniel. We repeated the process until we were all in the tent.
It was late, and we were tired. We simply climbed onto our bunks naked. I had claimed the top bunk on the south side of the tent and lay down atop it on my back, hands under the back of my head. I listened to the surf as the night breeze caressed my body and sensuously blew over my cock and balls. We were all tired, and quietly rested. I thought about how Daniel had looked at me in the van, and I thought about the way his body looked in the moonlight. I rolled to my stomach to hide the beginnings of an erection. We fell asleep.
I woke the next morning to the sound of the zipper opening on the door and gulls crying in the air. Propping up, I looked out the front of the tent to see Daniel several feet away, buck naked still, standing with his hands on his hips, watching the sun rise far out over the gulf as he took one hell of a whiz.
Crazy, I thought, and looked nervously up and down the beach through the screen windows. There was no one. The last cars had left during the night and there was literally no one within sight. I could barely even see the fishing pier in the distance.
I scrambled out. Daniel was shaking off the last drops. Damn he looked good in the daylight. The smooth skin, so soft over his nicely rounded butt, held my gaze until I came alongside and could see his healthy looking, uncut cock. My own, cut cock, was still “semi” from morning wood. I stepped up next to Daniel as I cut loose my own healthy stream. “Morning, Dan.”
“Morning,” he smiled back at me, and gave an obvious look at my cock.
“Feel like breakfast?” I asked, smiling.
“Not yet,” he said with a return smile, and headed into the surf.
I followed. We floated and chatted in the calm water between the breakers at the water's edge, and those farther out, at the first sand bar.
Damn, I liked Dan's smile. It was like he knew that; he smiled at me a lot. We sort of sat / floated side by side. Our hands and heels rested on the sandy bottom while our bodies rose and fell with the swells. Our shoulders brushed together; I made sure our shoulders brushed together. Daniel stayed close.
I tried to be cool, stealing glances at his cock and balls floating in the small swells. When I noticed Daniel looking openly at mine, I relaxed and looked just as obviously at his. We both started getting hard, while talking about fishing, and beachcombing and all the other things we planned to do; well almost all the other things. I wasn't sure why it pleased me, but I liked that his cock was almost as big as mine. Well, he might have said bigger.
Stefan emerged from the tent. He stretched gloriously in the morning sunlight and held the stretch a long time, as if he knew how beautiful he was. Then he stepped a few feet from the tent and repeated our morning ritual, pissing a hands-free, long, glistening stream.
I was hoping I would get soft by the time Stefan made it out to us, and breathed easier as he headed for the dining fly instead of toward us. He stepped in, and then stepped out, looking around. He finally noticed us in the surf, and headed our way. Daniel and I moved apart and swam a few strokes to hide and ease our erections.
Aaron joined us shortly after, stopping knee deep in the surf to piss in our direction. We cussed him out and threw seaweed at him.
After about an hour's swim, we all headed for the dining fly where we fixed breakfast. No one bothered to even put on a swimsuit, though we did put on our Polaroid shades.
That would become our standard dress in camp-naked except for shades.
We washed up our dishes after breakfast and closed everything up to keep out sand crabs and seagulls. Then we applied sunscreen to each other's backs. It was sort of assumed that Stefan and I would do each other's; we were best buds. I caressed Stefan's back, enjoying every muscle and bone as I greased him down to his butt. He returned the favor, just as lovingly. Fortunately, I thought, we both stayed soft.
Aaron applied the lotion to Daniel's back with about the same technique and care as Aaron used to brush down his horse, using rough, long strokes. Daniel was more thorough, working the lotion well into Aaron's back.
Then we put on swimsuits, old shoes, shirts, shades, and hats. We gathered our fishing gear and headed across the island to the bay side. It was a short walk; the island was only a few hundred yards across at that point.
The rest of the morning, we chased mullet to the shore and used them for cut bait. The water is very shallow along that side of the island and we could wade pretty far out and still be only knee deep. We got plenty of mullet, but caught nothing.
Afterward, we went back for a light lunch. While we were eating, county workers came by, cleaning up from the weekend. One young guy worked without a shirt, his torso glistening with sweat in the sun. I noticed that we all watched him.
They worked past our spot and then returned back down the beach. That was the last time we were to see anyone else in our area until Friday.
The day was getting warm, even with the sea breeze. Once the workers left, we stripped and swam in the surf. After cooling down, we headed for the tent to get in the shade and to rest.
As we went through our basin and talc routine, I jokingly asked Stefan to check and see if I got all the sand off my cock, and held it up for him to examine. Daniel grinned and asked me to make sure he got all the sand out of his butt crack. Aaron quipped, “I don't know what you two guys have in mind, but sand could make it damned uncomfortable.”
We all guffawed and I slapped Stefan's ass as he bent to enter the tent ahead of me. Daniel slapped mine when I entered before him; but when he stepped inside, he jumped in quickly before Aaron could pop his butt.
We rested. That afternoon, we put on shorts and hiked up to the fishing pier where we bought ice cream bars and sat on a bench in the shade. Before heading back to camp, we bought some frozen shrimp. Once there, we stripped and this time applied plenty of sunscreen to our whiter areas.
Aaron, Stefan, and I geared up and surf-fished with the frozen bait. Daniel sat at the water's edge, scooping out hollows in the sand and looking for small sea life in the water that flowed in. We caught a couple of fish that we threw back. I finally stuck my pole in the sand and went to sit by Daniel. I caught Stefan frowning at me. Was he jealous?
Daniel's cock was lying invitingly over his leg, thick and pink. The other guys were looking away at the moment, so I reached out and lightly pressed the soft shaft. When I released my pressure, the skin was briefly white before flushing again. Daniel looked up at me quizzically. “I think you are getting a little burned there.” I explained.
“Hmmm,” he said, and pulled my cock out across my leg. “You look red too.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Stefan saw that last move. He didn't look happy. I tried to cover by looking up at him and calling out, “I think our cock's are getting sunburned guys. Maybe we ought to put on suits for a while. After all, it's the first day our little weenies are getting their freedom.”
We retreated to the dining fly where we'd left our suits. As we slipped them on, Stefan gave me a sideways glance that wasn't as friendly as usual. So once we had our suits on, I invited Stefan to beachcomb with me.
That brightened him up. We both liked beachcombing and tried to outdo each other on the beauty and count of the shells we found. After applying fresh sunscreen and tucking handkerchiefs under the back of our hats to cover our necks, we headed out. As we walked, we talked, mainly about the football season coming up.
You move slowly when you're beachcombing, yet after an hour our camp was barely visible through the beach haze. We headed back.
“Sean,” Stefan asked, “you like Daniel, don't you?”
“Sure,” I answered, “he's cool.”
“No, I mean, like him; like, you know-are you wanting to be friends? Like you and me are friends?”
I glanced at him. Stefan and I had always talked like we believed we were straight. In our minds, I think we at least thought we might simply be bi. But now Stefan was sounding like a jealous boyfriend.
“Well, shit, Stef,” I answered, and I put my arm around his shoulder, “you and I are best buds; always have been. Daniel's just a nice guy. Hell, he's your cousin. Don't you like him?”
“Yeah, I like him,” Stefan answered, leaning into me. “Do you want to fuck him?”
That was blunt, I thought. I started to lie, but Stefan looked up into my eyes, and I couldn't. “Well damn it, Stef, he does have a nice ass. After all, you've fucked him,” I said accusingly.
“And,” I added, “Aaron and I have fucked. You don't seem too worried about that. In fact,” I stopped walking and he turned to face me, “I think you'd like to fuck Aaron.”
Stefan gave me a lopsided smile and shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, Sean. Guess I was sounding jealous, huh?”
“Yep,” I nodded, “but we're buds, always. You can fuck the shit out of Aaron as far as I'm concerned. Just be careful if he wants to fuck you back. The guy's cock is huge.”
“You should know,” Stefan replied with a lopsided grin.
“You shit head,” I said, with a chuckle and took a step toward him. He turned to run. I followed, but he had a lead. We ran laughing in and out of the surf. Finally, I caught him from behind. Gripping him with a bear-hug grip around his gut, I hefted him up, squeezing hard.
“Aaaaagh!” he yelled, and I let go. He dropped to his feet in front of me, and I slapped his butt.
Then I put an arm over his shoulder. “Buds?” I asked.
He put his own arm over my shoulder and ruefully rubbed his butt with his free hand. “Buds.”
When we got back to camp, Aaron and Daniel were cooking the two trout Aaron had caught. They were excellent.
After supper, we all sat at the water's edge and talked while the sun set and the stars came out. It had been a full day, and we were tired and sunburned. Before heading to bed, we all stripped and left our clothes in the dining fly. Then we rinsed in the surf and headed back to the tent.
We had refreshed the water in the basin. Stefan stepped in first and I talced his shoulders and then down his back. Aaron and Daniel were facing away from us, toward the surf, watching the moon rise. I caressed Stefan's butt and spread talc between his legs. He spread his legs and I talced the back of his balls and inner thighs. Then I squatted and did his legs up and down. From the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel turn and watch, then turn back.
As I came up the front of his legs, I snuck a look at Aaron and Daniel. They were both facing the surf. I talced Stefan's balls and his now hard cock. I stroked it a couple of times. Then I swatted his butt and he bent over and entered the tent.
I was talcing my front when Stefan's reached out from the tent. He had the other talc can and gave my legs the same treatment I had given him. He had started on my balls and cock when Daniel turned our way. “Here, I'll get your back,” he offered. Stefan's hands pulled back into the tent.
As I heard Stefan move to his cot, Daniel took the talc can and lightly swept down my shoulders, back, and butt. I kept my semi-erection turned toward the tent door. Aaron stepped away and we could see him pissing into the surf. Daniel surprised me by reaching his hands around and talcing my cock and balls, giving a final squeeze before giving me the “all done”, butt swat.
I entered the tent. Stefan was lying on his stomach. I was planning to do the same to hide my own wood. But before climbing up onto my cot, I ran a loving hand over Stefan's firm little butt, feeling the fine little body hairs, “Good night, buddy,” I said.
Once we were all in our beds, we talked about the day. At one point, Stefan said he was sunburned and complained that it was warm in the tent. The problem was that the screen window did not extend all the way down the wall. The bottom of the window was a little above Stefan's cot.
“It's too bad you don't have a top cot,” I teased, “It's breezy and cool up here.”
“Fuck you!” Stefan called up.
“You wish,” I answered.
“I'm coming up,” Stefan declared, “it's hot down here. If you've got breeze, you've got to share it.”
I already mentioned that the cots were oversized; I was able to scoot over as Stefan tossed up his pillow and climbed in beside me. We both lay on our stomachs. Our faces were inches apart. His eyes and teeth gleamed in the faint light that made its way into the tent. It was pretty dark and I didn't think the others could see; I quietly ran a hand over Stefan's butt.
From across the tent, I heard Aaron call down from the top bunk to Daniel. “Danny, if it's hot down there, you can climb up with me.” I heard Daniel moving up, and felt a pang of jealousy.
I slid the side of my hand up and down Stefan's butt crack. He did the same to me. From across the tent there was movement and giggling in the upper cot. It looked like Aaron and Daniel were into some playful ball snatching.
In the past, Stefan and I had taken turns being “top”. I decided it was my turn. I extracted a tube of KY I had secreted in my pillow and began rubbing some into Stefan's butt.
“Here?” he hissed at me.
“Look,” I told him, nodding toward the other guys. We could make out their silhouettes. They were both on their backs and stroking each other. I rolled Stefan onto his side, back to me, and he didn't resist. I greased my cock and moved up to him. He pushed his butt back toward me, and I placed my cock head at his butt hole. Then I slowly worked my cock in. Both Stefan and I stifled groans. I reached in front and clasped his cock.
We began to move. When we did, the cot began to creak. As we moved faster, the cot got noisy.
There was laughter from the other cot. “Hey,” called Aaron, “You guys using lube, or sand? If it's lube, we need some too.”
I tossed it to them, and then wrapped my arms around Stefan's waist. I cupped his balls and cock as I started really humping. Soon, across the tent, I could see Aaron's butt rising and falling over Daniel's prone body. Their cot was as noisy as ours. I heard Aaron say, “You need to try out for the team, Daniel. You're a great tight end.”
It was the first time I'd heard the joke and thought it was funny. Stefan snickered.
Stefan and I spooned well. He pressed his butt back each time I pressed forward, as I ground myself into him. His hands joined mine on his cock, where we squeezed and stroked.
Groans and moans from across the tent joined ours. The creaking of both cot-bunks threatened to drown out the surf. The pace increased.
“Oh, yeaaaaaah,” Aaron called out as he arched his back, and came.
Stefan was next, shooting cum over the side of the cot and onto the floor. His butt, spasming in orgasm, took me with him, and I shot deeply into him.
I didn't know if Daniel had cum, but the movement and noise on both cots subsided. We all eventually fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I had to take a piss. As quietly as I could, I crawled down and snuck out of the tent. While I was pissing, Daniel came quietly up beside me, “I have to go too,” he said and started his own stream.
I leaned toward him. “That was cool tonight,” I commented, just loudly enough for him to hear me over the surf.
“Hell yes,” he answered.
“Did you get to cum?” I asked as I shook off the last drops of my piss.
“Naw, but that's cool. It was good,” he answered.
“But not fair,” I said. “That's Aaron, though; all focused on getting his rocks off. You have to tell him you want a turn too, and then he'll let you.”
I turned toward Daniel. He was all white and silver in the moonlight, and the wind blew through his hair, lifting it like a silent, fiery mane from the back of his head. The sky was black and blanketed with stars behind him. He turned to look at me, and his eyes sparkled. He was eerily beautiful.
I stepped forward and cupped his butt with my hand. “I can help,” I said, softly, and caressed his smooth skin.
I replaced his hand on his cock with mine, and stroked off the last drops of piss. His cock stiffened quickly and was long and thick. It felt good in my hand as I slid the loose skin back and forth over his rock-hard shaft.
He leaned sideways against me, as I stroked him with one hand and caressed his back and butt with my other. The side of his head was close to my face, and I had the weirdest urge to rub my nose and mouth in his hair. He smelled good, and there was a thrill to the weight of his body leaning against mine; a thrill I'd never had with Stefan.
We watched the moonlight on the surf, and the waves march in; we felt the evening breeze flow over our bodies. His hand found my hardening cock and we stroked together.
But his passion began to take him and he released my cock to clutch his own balls and inner thighs. I rubbed my cock on his hip as the sea, the sky, the wind, and I, made love to Daniel.
I lost track of the time, stroking and rubbing in a syncopated rhythm with the waves. Then Daniel moaned softly as his cock throbbed and several shots of cum squirted out across the wet sand.
I stroked him long after he was done, and only slowed as he softened. I could feel him relax against me. I wanted to kiss the side of his face, but shook off the feeling. As my hand continued to stroke his back, I moved my hand from his cock to mine, turning slightly to free my cock from his hip. Our bodies stayed together. His arm moved behind me and caressed my butt.
It was strange; the feelings weren't at all like the ones I had messing around with Stefan or Aaron. There was something instantly familiar and intimate between us. I stroked myself to a climax as we stood side-by-side. It was a gentle orgasm. The breeze blew a few small drops of cum back on us.
I patted his butt. “Thanks,” he said, smiling at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw reflected in his eyes the same strange, hungry feeling that was developing in my own gut. We returned to the tent, gently brushing shoulders as we walked.
I bent to talc Daniel's legs as he stood in the wash basin. With the other two asleep, I could take my time and appreciate the muscles and smooth skin of his calves and thighs. He took time with me, too, almost invisible in the dark doorway of the tent.
Both Aaron and Stefan were breathing deeply, asleep. I climbed in again beside Stefan and he snuggled against me.
I looked across at Daniel and thought I saw him smile at me in the dark. Then sleep took me, as I draped my arm over Stefan's back and snuggled back onto him.
The next day, we tidied up camp and then walked down to the end of the paved road. From there, we hitchhiked to the southern tip of the Island where there was a surfboard rental. A Mexican family gave us a ride most of the way. It was a husband and wife and two small kids from Monterrey. Not surprisingly, Aaron conversed easily with them in Spanish. What was surprising was that Daniel took full part in the conversation as well. My Spanish was good enough to know that Daniel's Spanish was more like the family's Monterrey Spanish than Aaron's border dialect.
We spent most of the day at the south tip of the island, buying soda and sandwiches and resting in the shade of a park pavilion for lunch. Daniel was a good surfer. The waves were “up” and a bit choppy. (Someone said there was a storm in the gulf.) Stefan struggled to find balance and never seemed to catch a wave; but Aaron and I got the hang of it and started enjoying ourselves. By the time we hitchhiked back, it was late afternoon.
Nevertheless, we were hot and sweaty by the time we made it back to camp. So we shucked clothes and cooled off in the surf. Aaron's dad had a butcher shop and he had brought thick T-bone steaks that we pan broiled for supper, along with hash browns in butter.
After dark, we lit our two lanterns, slipped on suits, and headed across the Island with gigs. (Gigs are poles with double or triple prongs, sometimes barbed, at the end. They are used to “gig” or jab crabs or fish.) We were going to gig along the bay shallows for flounder, a tasty flat fish.
Once on the bay side, Aaron and Daniel headed left, down the island. Stefan and I turned right and up the island. The trick was to hold the lantern low as you walked through water up to your knees, gig in hand. From time to time, you would come across what looked like a large footprint in the sand. You would gig it. If it was a flounder, there would be an instant thrashing and boiling in the water. You would push the gig forward and up to bring up the flounder without losing it. Then you'd put it on a stringer tied to your belt, and move on.
That was the idea, at least. We saw more stingrays than flounder, but managed to get a couple of good sized keepers as we made a long circle and worked our way back. As we approached the other guys, I could see that it was Daniel carrying the lantern. The way he held it, the light bathed his legs. They were fine legs. It almost surprised me how much I wanted him.
They had a couple of flounder, too. We trekked back across to camp and stripped before doing the messy job of scaling, gutting and gilling the fish. Afterward, we bagged them and put them into an icebox. Then we cleaned up in the surf, floating on swells between breakers and admiring the moonlit sky and sea.
As we all headed up toward the tent, it was Aaron who suggested, “Hey, you guys want to do a four way?”
Well I had thought I was tired, but that perked me up. There was a lot of good natured kidding about who would fuck who. As we did our cleaning up at the tent door, everyone talced everyone all over. All over. We were all rock hard by the time we were inside the tent.
Stefan and I had been the first to enter. He immediately started to feel up my back. I handed him the KY, placed my hands on my upper cot, and leaned forward. He was lubing me as Aaron came in. I felt Stefan put his hands on my hips, and felt the cool, lubed tip of his cock press in between my butt cheeks. Then his crown was against my hole. There was a moment of discomfort, and he was in, filling me. It took only a moment before his thick cock started to feel good. It rubbed some “right spots” inside.
But then Stefan's fingers dug into my hips, and he froze; and I knew that Aaron was entering him. Daniel had come into the tent, and I expected him to go to the “end of the line” to have his pleasure with Aaron. Instead, he moved between me, and the cot, and backed his firm butt against me. He had gotten the lube from Aaron and applied some to his crack, then firmly onto my cock.
By this time, Stefan's hands on my hips were jerking me back and forth as he and Aaron were both trying to fuck at the same time. Getting plugged into Daniel was going to be a challenge.
I gripped him by the hipbones and tried to aim, but kept poking him all over his butt. He reached behind and grabbed my cock, trying to guide me in. Almost by accident, everybody moved in the right direction at the right time and I impaled Daniel, in one abrupt stab.
He cried out.
“Oh, shit, I'm sorry,” I said, holding him tightly to me, buried to the hilt.
“It's ok,” he answered through clenched teeth.
I held us together while Daniel relaxed; the bouncing from behind provided all the movement we needed. I felt Stefan's forehead rest heavily on my back. I wasn't sure how much he was moving and how much all the movement was coming from Aaron, who seemed to be fucking pretty hard. I didn't envy Stefan with all that cock pounding up his butt.
Daniel straightened, and leaned back against my stomach and chest; his head came back and his hair brushed my face. It smelled good, of salt, and sweat, and him. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his chest and felt his body mold to mine. I let my palm slide down his chest and stomach, feeling the warm and softness of his skin, and the firmness of his belly.
Stefan came out once. Then plunged back in. That was a new sensation. So was having a thick cock in my butt while a tight ass gripped my own cock. Despite the bouncing, I liked it. I more than liked it. I held Daniel tight to me and pressed my cock in until the skin felt stretched and tight. I filled my lap with his fleshy butt, and filled my nostrils with the scent of his hair.
Soon Aaron was crying out his pleasure and basically fucking all three of us at once with his hard pounding. He made one last cry, and stopped.
After a moment he pulled out, and then Stefan started pounding. Again, I just tried to hold onto Daniel. I put an arm around his waist and held him tightly to me while I used my other hand to cup his balls and stroke his cock. He had gone semi. I brought him back up to hard
Stefan pumped hard and fast. The stimulation to my butt was terrific. Since he was shorter, he was up on his toes and pushing down on my butt with his hands as he pistoned into me. He groaned, and I felt him squirt inside me. While he was still in me, I started moving in Daniel, and adjusted my angle so that I dragged Stefan's cock over my prostate each time my hips moved forward.
Stefan stayed in me, and I came, holding Daniel hard against me, pushing deep, filling him. I came hard and couldn't help whimpering. Aaron had already crawled into his bed. When Stefan pulled out, he crawled into mine.
Daniel was rock hard in my hand. As I pulled out of him, I turned us both around and backed onto him. I wanted him to hold me, like I had held him. He easily entered my well lubed, and loosened butt. His cock was much longer than Stefan's. I liked the deep feeling. I tried to clamp down on him; I wanted him to enjoy this. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back firmly. He pulled out, and then plunged in again.
I stood up, and he wrapped his arms around me as I had done to him. He pressed his face behind my ear, and I wrapped my arms over his, moving my butt back on his thrusts. His thrusting slowed to a grind and we moved as one. His hands were strong, but gentle. The sensations inside of me, and in his arms, his body on mine, all became one, overwhelming… pleasure.
Daniel thrust again, sliding out his full length and then back in. He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my sides. Then he rubbed his hands over my pecs and felt me up like he would a girl. It felt so damn good… I felt lips gently brush the back of my neck and his breath ran hot down my back. I reached behind and grabbed at his lower back as he moved faster and faster.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah” he began saying over and over as he built to a climax. “Oh, hellllllll, yeaaaaaah,” he cried, as I felt him plant his seed deep inside me.
For a long time, we held there, as his cock throbbed and he nuzzled behind my ear. His hands pressed my belly and mine held his back. We slowly straightened up, pressed together; sweating, and catching our breath. I felt his forehead on the back of my neck as he pulled out of me in one long slide.
I'd forgotten Stefan, who was lying on his back, watching us. Aaron, at least, slept on his stomach, facing away. But Stefan had seen how… intimate, things had gotten. I tried to read his face as Daniel and I separated. Then I stepped over to Stefan, placing my hand on his thigh. “I need to go wash up. Want to come?”
“No,” he looked at me vacantly. “I'm tired. I think I'll sleep.”
I patted his leg. “Sleep good, bud.”
Daniel followed me out. “I need to clean up too,” he explained, when I looked back. I smiled and trotted down to the water. He caught up, and we ran into the surf together until the water reached our waist.
I was scrubbing my front when I felt Daniel's hand rubbing my butt crack clean. “Thanks,” I said.
As he rubbed, he leaned his body against mine and spoke into my ear, “You know, I have always liked you. You're the coolest guy in school.”
“Yeah,” I said back. “I've always liked you too. You're a cool dude.”
“No,” he said, his face inches from mine, “I mean I really, really like you.”
I looked into his eyes. He leaned forward and put his firm lips on mine. His arms went around me and pulled our bodies together. I'd never been kissed by a boy before, and it took my breath away. My heart raced, my knees grew weak, and my ears rang. His mouth opened and his tongue entered my mouth, insistent, probing. I sucked on it, and then pushed my tongue into his mouth. It was hot and wet.
My arms went around him and we embraced hard, kissing deeply. The surf gently swayed our bodies and washed us together. We pinned our cocks between our bodies, and found each other's butts with our hands. Clutching, we pulled ourselves together where it felt best, and we grew completely hard; our kisses became a fire.
We broke, panting for air and clutched each other. The thought came to me that Stefan might see us. Struggling from his embrace, I scrubbed Daniel's butt clean with one hand and his cock with the other. Then I said into his ear, “I really, really like you, too,” and I kissed his cheek.
When we returned to the tent, Stefan was asleep. I crawled in on my stomach, beside him. During the night, I woke up to find Stefan's nose almost touching mine, sleeping face-to-face with me on my pillow. He had a leg over my butt and an arm over my back. His breath tickled my chin. I freed my arm to drape under his and over his back. Good ol' Stefan, I thought, wondering how he was going to feel about me becoming such good friends with Daniel. Friends? More than friends. I sighed and closed my eyes; I was too tired to sort it all out.