©2003JOSH
CHAPTER ONE
The events of this story took place before AIDS and before gay activism. It
really was a simpler time. Do not misunderstand, there was a terrible
stigma attached to being "queer." But at the same time, we were more
comfortable being naked with other boys in nonsexual situations, like
locker room showers and trough urinals. In at least my experience,
it was easy for buddies to slip into a little sexual sexperimentation
and not worry much about it.
That kind of casual sex with other boys was a little less serious. We no
more thought of putting on a condom to do that than we would to masturbate.
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 were beginning to make decisions
about their own lives; personal decisions that would impact an entire
society.
The setting for this story is far south Texas, long before every college
student in North America discovered South Padre Island...
PLANNING
Stefan was my best bud. We had been best buds since junior high--Stefan and
Sean. Now we had attained the ripe age of 16. Ours was always an intimate
friendship. We shared everything from the beginning. The girls we dreamed
about, and the things we dreamed about doing. We learned to masturbate
together. We gave each other our first cock suckings. We gave each other
our first fuckings. We each had had our first female and told only each
other about it. (Mine was the mom of a friend. His was that same friend's
little sister.)
And we still occasionally shared a JO session, or more. Actually,
definitely more. Our messing around sexually had tapered off for a couple
of years, but then we got our driver's licenses.
We both loved the beach. Back then, 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 we were old enough to drive, our dads let us drive down to South
Padre, rent a room and fish all night. Well almost all night.
We both dated girls and continued to, but we also began having sex with
each other every time we went fishing; more often than that actually. And
we went fishing a lot.
Stefan was a full head shorter than I. He had a tight compact body with
broad, well-muscled shoulders--it was almost like he had his own little set
of built in shoulder pads. His slightly shorter than average cock was a fat
one, and seemed designed just for my prostrate. There wasn't an ounce of
fat on Stefan.
I liked the way his hair tapered up his neck into his mop of hair, and I
like 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 beautiful eyes with their long lashes. 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, 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. Girl's liked it, but I wished it was straight. I had dark blue
eyes. Stefan's were grey.
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 at the beach. For the tent, we had two
bunk-cots. The cots were much larger in size than normal and they were
sturdy. 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 in his van and
pick us up later.
Since we could sleep four, Stefan and I decided to invite two other
guys. Stefan suggested I invite Aaron. I was a little surprised. Stefan and
Aaron weren't particularly 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.
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 a long cock.
His high shoulders made a long taper to his very slim waist. His coloring
seemed to have a depth to it. And he had large nipples. I liked large
nipples. But it was Stefan's intentions I wondered about.
I decided that if Stefan had something in mind, I would like to invite
someone I had an interest in. So I suggested that Stefan invite his cousin,
Daniel. Daniel was medium height, taller than Stefan, and had long, very
light blond hair. It was the kind of blond that is almost white after it
grows out an inch or two but is darker at the roots. Daniel always stood
very straight and shoulders back, like they train for in the
service. Daniel stood that way naturally. He had a long neck, and
broadening shoulders. 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 and only psychologist and the man seemed real laid back
himself.
Daniel and I had been friendly. More importantly, 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. I didn't know what all Stefan
might have in mind for this trip, but I was sure getting ideas.
SUNDAY
So on a Sunday afternoon in August, four boys all tanned and gold from the
summer, loaded a ton of gear and food into my Dad's van and we all headed
for South Padre.
When we got there, we drove to the end of the road. There was a fishing
pier there, and you could drive down onto the beach. My dad drove down onto
the firm sand at the water's edge and we started driving up the beach.
There was an incredible number of people and cars. A gazillion little kids
were playing in the water. Families had up tarps and were grilling. We had
my dad drive at least three miles trying to get past the crowd and to
someplace a little 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 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 little basin of water at the door of the tent. Each time
we wanted to enter, we stepped into the basin and washed our feet. We also
used talcum powder to cut the sand and salt from our bodies.
It took quite a while to unpack and set up camp. The sun had 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. 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 leg and back muscles were long. His butt was high and a
pleasant balance between muscle and flesh, a kind of bubble butt. When he
ran, every muscle in his legs and butt showed their working. He ran and
looked like a natural athlete.
The salt and current swept and tingled between our legs. The foam on the
waves was faintly luminescent. We played, and splashed, and body
surfed. Eventually the moon started to rise and we headed to the tent.
We stood at the entrance as Daniel stepped into the basin. I took 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 as I stepped into the basin.
I stood in the basin while Daniel finished talcing his front, then he knelt
at the tent door and reached out to talc up my legs, stopping about
mid-thigh. 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 a top bunk, 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 fell asleep.
MONDAY
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, buck naked still, standing with his hands on his hips, watching
the sun rise far out over the gulf, and taking one hell of a whiz.
Crazy hoot, I thought and looked nervously up and down the beach through
the screen windows. There was no one. The last cars had left in the night
and there was literally no one within sight. We could barely even see the
fishing pier in the distance.
I scrambled out. Daniel was just shaking off the last drops. Damn he looked
good in the daylight. Smooth skin, nicely rounded butt, and 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.
He laughed and said, "Not yet," and he headed into the surf.
I headed in after. We floated and chatted between the breakers. Dan had a
great smile and he used it a lot. We were sort of sitting/floating 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 tried to be cool, stealing glances at his cock and balls floating in the
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.
Stefan emerged from the tent. He stretched gloriously in the morning
sunlight. He 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 after Daniel and
I 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, but he
headed for the dining fly instead. He stepped in, and then stepped out,
looking for us. He finally noticed us in the surf, and headed our way. Both
Daniel and I began moving around and swimming to hide and ease our
erections.
Aaron joined us shortly, stopping knee deep in the surf to piss in our
direction. We cussed him out and threw some seaweed at him.
After about an hour's swim, we all headed for the dining fly. We began to
fix a breakfast. No one bothered to put on even a swim suit. Though we did
put on our Polaroids.
It became our standard dress in camp--naked except for shades.
We washed up 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 just 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 Daniels 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 Aarons
back.
Then we all put on swim suits, old shoes, shirts, shades, and hats. We
gathered our fishing gear and headed across the island to the bay side. The
island was only about 200 yards across at that point. We spent the rest of
the morning chasing mullet to the shore and using them for cut bait. The
water is really shallow along that side of the island. We waded pretty far
out and were only knee deep. That morning, we got plenty of mullet, but
caught nothing.
We went back for a light lunch. While we were eating, county workers came
by. They were cleaning up from the weekend. One young guy was working
without a shirt, his torso glistening with sweat in the son. I noticed we
all watched him working. They worked a little past us and then returned up
the beach. That was the last we were to see anyone else in our area until
Friday.
It was getting warm, even with the sea breeze. The workers had left. We
stripped and swam in the surf for a while. Then we headed for the tent to
get out of the sun and to rest.
As we went through our basin and talc routine, I jokingly asked Stefan to
check for me to see if I got all the sand off my cock, and held it up for
him to examine. Daniel joked and asked me to make sure he got all the sand
out of his butt crack. Aaron then jokingly said, "I don't know what you two
guys have in mind, but sand could definitely make it uncomfortable."
We all guffawed and I slapped Stefan's ass as he bent to enter the tent
before me. Daniel slapped mine when I entered before him, but when his turn
came, he dodged 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. Finally, we bought a little frozen shrimp and headed back to
camp. Once there, we stripped, this time applying plenty of sun screen 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 animals 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 a little jealous?
Daniel's cock was lying invitingly over his leg, thick and lovely. It
looked a little pink. The other guys were looking away at the moment, so I
reached out and lightly pressed Daniel's cock. 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 a little
red too."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Stefan saw that last move. He
did not look happy. I made a point of 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 just the first day our little weenies are
getting their freedom."
We all retreated to the dining fly where we had 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 head up the
beach, beachcombing with me.
That brightened him. 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 beach comb, 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 I are?"
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 just be
bi. But now Stefan was sounding a little like a jealous boy friend.
"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 a little into me. "Do you want
to fuck him?"
"Well 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 ruefully.
"You shit head," I grinned 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 swatted his butt.
Then I put my arm around his shoulder. "Buds?" I asked.
He put his own arm around my shoulder and ruefully rubbed his butt with his
free hand. "Buds."
When we got back to camp, Aaron and Daniel were cooking a couple of trout
Aaron 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 a little tired
and a little 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
the surf, watching the moon rise. My hands caressed Stefan's butt and
spread talc between his legs. He spread his legs a little and I talced the
back of his balls and inner thighs. Then I squatted and did his legs up and
down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel turn and watch a moment,
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
another 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 began a
lightly sweeping down my shoulders, back, and butt. 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 were both lying
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. 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 my own little pang of jealousy.
I was sliding my hand up and down Stefan's butt crack. His hand was doing
the same to mine. From across the tent there was movement and giggling in
the upper cot.
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 a little into Stefan's butt. "Here?" he hissed at me.
"Look," I told him, nodding toward the other guys. They were now both on
their backs. Though the light was faint, we could see them stroking each
other. I rolled Stefan onto his side, back to me. He did not 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 were stifling 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 began to get really 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 began 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 really 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 began spooning well. He pressed his butt back each time I
pressed forward, and 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 on both cots was
increasing.
"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 up into
him deeply.
I didn't know if Daniel had cum, but the movement and noise on both cots
subsided, and we all eventually fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I had to take 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 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, and I turned toward him. He was all white and
silver in the moonlight. The wind was blowing through his hair. The sky was
black and blanketed with stars behind him. He turned to look at me, and his
eyes sparkled. He was very beautiful.
I stepped forward and cupped his butt with my hand. "I can help," I said.
He smiled.
I replaced his hand on his cock with mine, and stoked off the last drops of
piss. He became hard. His cock was long and thick. It felt good in my hand
as I slid the loose skin back and forth over his hard rod.
He leaned sideways against me, as I stroked his cock with one hand and
caressed his back and butt with my other. 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 as his hands
clutched his 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 rythm with
the waves. Then Daniel moaned softly as his cock began to throb 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 relaxing against me. 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.
I stroked myself to 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. We returned to the
tent. Both Aaron and Stefan were breathing deeply, asleep. I climbed in
again beside Stefan and he snuggled against me.
Sleep took me, as I draped my arm over his back.
TUESDAY
The next day, we tidied up camp and walked down to the end of the paved
road. From there, we hitch-hiked 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, buying soda and sandwiches and
resting in the shade of a pavilion at lunch. Daniel was a really good
surfer. The surf was "up" and a bit choppy. (Someone said there was a storm
in the gulf.) Stefan had trouble doing very well Aaron and I were
beginning to get the hang of it and began to really enjoy 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 some great steaks that we pan broiled for
supper, along with hashbrowns in butter.
After dark, we lit our two lanterns, slipped on suits, and headed across
the Island with gigs. (Gigs are pole 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 really 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 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 very good legs. I realized 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 into the tent.
Stefan and I had been the first to enter. He immediately began to feel up
my back. I handed him the KY and 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, aiming his cock at my butt. He slowly pushed in. His thick cock
felt good. It began rubbing some "right spots."
But then Stefan held still and I realized that Aaron was entering
him. Daniel had come into the tent, and I expected him to go to the "end of
the line" and have his pleasure with Aaron. Instead, he moved between me
and the cot and rubbed 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 hip bones 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
saft.
"It's ok," |