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Larry meets his man - Part 4
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Part 15
Not much happened on our way up to the Sierras the next day. I take
that back -- *nothing* happened. We got to the camp site at the
trail head early in the afternoon, and we set up the tents where we
were going to be staying for the first few days. As we were setting
up, I started looking around to see who else was there. I had a
couple of friends from school who were into hiking, but I guess they
had other plans for the Easter break, because I didn't recognize
anyone there. I could tell they were real outdoors people, though,
and not just city hikers, because the other guys (and the girls, too)
were real friendly. Being out on the trail does that to people
somehow.
The first couple of days went by real quickly. There were trails
running off in every direction, and even some lakes that you could
get to and get back from in a day if you pushed a little. There were
more of us than there were adults, so we always hiked in groups with
at least one adult, and usually a couple. After a few days, though,
the adults realized that we knew what we were doing, so they let us
go off by ourselves as long as there were always two or more hiking
together, and as long as there was always an adult along if there
were both guys and girls in a group, and as long as we told them
which way we were going and didn't stay out after dark.
During those first few days I got to know the other guys a little. I
wasn't paying much attention to the girls -- I didn't realize it
right then, but meeting Larry had really woken up a lot of feelings
in me that I'd been pushing back before, and they were a lot more
intense than the interest I'd had in women. Anyway, it turned out
that none of the guys went to West Side -- I guess the parents knew
each other through the Sierra Club or something. They were all in
pretty good shape, like me, but they had all different personalities
and physiques. Don and Rob were real outgoing and joking around all
the time. Mitch was more the quiet intense type -- he had the girls
paying a lot of attention to him, because he really paid good
attention to them. There were about a dozen of us all together, but
the one that I really liked the best was Brad. He was a senior at
Valley, and like me he was already 18 -- in fact the trip was kind of
a birthday present from his parents. He had a great sense of humor,
but there was a kind of reserve about him and he wasn't real raucous.
After a few chats on the trail, I knew he was a thinker and
daydreamer like me. And he had a good body, kind of stocky, muscular
from working out, and on top of everything else, puberty had hit him
real hard, and he actually had a chestful of curly blond-brown hair
and even some hair on his stomach. It was warm in the Sierras for
April, and we would sometimes take our shirts off on the trail or go
hiking in shorts, and a couple of times I actually got hard looking
at Brad's hairy chest and strong hairy arms and legs. In fact, I got
so horny that on the third night, I said I was going to take a leak
while everyone was eating supper, but I actually sneaked off into the
woods and jacked off.
I knew that if I spent a lot of time paying attention to Brad, I'd
drive myself crazy, so I mixed around in different groups, but
somehow I kept coming back to him. He was kind of an idealist and
liked to talk about the things that were wrong in the world, and just
talking with him got me thinking more about my career and why I was
really interested in med school someday. A lot of what he said had a
little smile in it that reminded me a little of Larry. But he wasn't
all serious, either -- he got goofy at times just like the rest of
us. And when we were together, I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
By the end of the first week, I was noticing something else about
him, too: he wasn't paying a lot of attention to the girls either.
He was real pleasant and friendly, but whenever he was in a mixed
group, he spent most of his time with the guys. And in fact, I could
tell that he was having a good time talking and hiking with me,
because he was starting to look for me whenever we were putting
hiking groups together in the morning. That made me feel good,
because I liked hanging out with him too, even if I did have to
wrestle with sex feelings.
Part 16
Sunday was our last day at that campsite. We'd explored most of the
trails that you could hike from there in one day; we were going to
drive a couple of hours to another site and do a 3-day hike from
there. So Sunday morning we were putting groups together for our
last hike, and Brad and I kind of gravitated to each other again. He
said there was a side trail he'd seen a couple of days back that he
wanted to check out, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, just
the two of us. I liked that idea, even though I knew I was going to
have to squelch some serious sex rushes, so we dropped our plan in
the box and set off.
We'd been out on the trail for about an hour when we hit the side
trail Brad had spotted. It led off in kind of a promising direction
toward some open country, and once we got through some brush that had
overgrown the first 50 yards or so, it was pretty clear. It was
another warm, sunny day, and I was really enjoying the sounds and
smells of the woods. After about 15 minutes, the terrain opened up,
and we were out in meadows. Another 15 minutes and it was so warm we
both took our shirts off. I was getting half a hardon every time I
let my eyes stay on Brad for too long, so I looked around at the
scenery a lot.
We hiked up a hillside for a while, and then the trail led back into
woods again. Around noon, still in the woods, we decided we were
hungry enough for the lunch that we'd brought in our fanny packs. So
we spread our shirts out on the ground and brought out the cheese and
bread and fruit. Once we started eating, we realized we were
*really* hungry, so there wasn't a lot of conversation for the next
while.
When we felt rested enough, we got up to move on, but Brad grimaced
and kind of stumbled. He said he'd gotten a crick in his lower back
from leaning against the tree, and asked if I could massage it out,
because he couldn't really reach it. Well, I liked the idea that I
was going to get my hands on his body, so I said that would be fine.
He took off his pack and sat down again, cross-legged, and leaned
forward a little. I got around in back of him on my knees, and
started massaging his muscular back right above his waistline. He
started making some little "mmmm" noises that reminded me a lot of
Larry's reactions to things he liked. So I figured Brad liked being
massaged, and I did pretty much all of his back. The feel of his
muscles under my hands was turning me on, and I was trying not to get
a hardon or breathe hard, but I wasn't succeeding. Finally Brad said
he felt OK, and we both got up. We stood face to face for a second,
and then Brad looked right at my crotch and saw the hardon standing
out in my shorts. I was paralyzed -- I knew he was going to say
something, or even if he didn't, he would know I'd gotten turned on
massaging him, and that would kill it as far as being friends.
What he actually did was he looked back up into my eyes, gave a big
smile, and said, "I guess you liked that as much as I did, huh." I
froze -- I just didn't know what to do. He kind of nodded in the
direction of my crotch, just so there'd be no mistake what he was
talking about. And then he just stood there smiling at me and
waiting for me to make the next move.
I felt like I had just felt the ground move under my feet. I didn't
know what to say or do. I couldn't believe what I thought I was
seeing and hearing. I moved towards him, but he moved faster. He
stepped right up in front of me and grabbed my cock with his hand,
still smiling and still looking me right in the eye. That was all
the encouragement I needed. I ran my hand down his furry chest and
stomach, and right into his pants, where I found his cock standing
hard and straight up, pinned by a jockstrap that had kept the hardon
from showing through his baggy shorts.
We peeled our clothes off so fast you would have thought they were
burning us. The second we had them off, we lunged for each other and
threw our arms around each other. I could feel Brad's hard cock
pressing against my groin, and his furry chest and stomach and legs
rubbing against my skin, and I was in heaven. I ran my hands down
his back and onto his ass, and it was even fuzzy too. I ran my hands
back up again, and we looked each other in the eyes. Then Brad
planted his mouth right on mine and started kissing me deep and hard.
I kissed him right back, and that got me even hotter. I slid my
hands around in between us and grabbed hold of his cock, still
kissing him for all we were worth. Brad's cock was about the same
length as mine, but thicker at the base and more tapered at the tip,
and he was already leaking a little precum. When he felt my hands on
it, he kissed me harder for a moment. Then he pulled back a little
and kind of nodded to me. I didn't get his meaning, so, still
smiling, he pressed his hands gently downward on my back. I got down
on my knees and put my cheek against his fuzzy stomach, one arm
around his ass and the other on his cock. I got my tongue good and
wet and ran it around his cock head and up and down the shaft a
couple of times, and then I started jacking him off. I was real hot
and starting to precum myself, but right then, I just wanted to do
what *he* wanted that would make him feel good. So I slid my hand up
and down on his cock, right in front of my face. I was feeling his
stomach fuzz against my cheek, and watching and feeling his cock
getting harder and hotter in my hand, and smelling his sweat mixed in
with the smell of the forest, and I loved all of it.
Brad kept his hands moving on my head and shoulders, and I liked the
feeling of him stroking my hair. I could hear him breathing harder,
and then he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled my face toward
his cock. My mind flashed back to the time I'd sucked Larry's cock,
and once again, I thought of all the times I'd heard someone call
someone else a cocksucker and meant it in a bad way, and then I
remembered how wonderful I'd felt with Larry, and how sucking his
cock was just one more way that I'd enjoyed sex with him. I didn't
feel close with Brad the way I'd felt with Larry, or at least not
yet, but we were already friends, and I was *really* turned on to his
body and having a great time. All this took about half a second to
go through my head, and then I ran my tongue up Brad's cock and put
my mouth right over the end of it. I ran my tongue all around the
head. Then I took as much of his cock in as I could -- all but the
last couple of inches -- and started sucking on it like a popsicle.
Brad started groaning a little, and moving his hips so his cock was
going in and out of my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hotter,
so I put my hands around his ass and started running them up and
down, and kind of tickling his ass crack and down into his crotch.
That was all it took -- he made a choking sound and shot right in my
mouth. I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth, and tasted the funny
warm salty taste of cum on my tongue. I thought I was about to gag,
but I didn't -- I just let him come and go on coming, and I hugged
his butt so his cock would stay right where it was. Finally he was
done, and I could feel his cock softening. I swallowed, and I liked
the feeling so much I even milked his cock a little with my hand and
licked the last few drops off the tip.
Brad stepped back a little and looked down at me. He was flushed and
panting and had a big grin on his face. I felt real silly, so I
licked my lips and grinned back and said, "M-m-good." He laughed.
"I'll bet," he said. "That was great. Now I want to watch you get
off." I didn't know what he meant. He motioned for me to get up,
and I did. Then Brad stepped around behind me and pulled me to him
with his left arm around my chest. I could feel his furry chest
against my back, and his cock snuggling in my ass crack, and I
started breathing harder again. Brad took his right hand, which he'd
gotten wet with spit, and wrapped it around my cock and started
jacking me off; meanwhile, he was running his left hand over my
chest, playing with my nipples, and he was licking and nibbling my
ears. I was already hot, and all of this was getting me hotter by
the second, especially because Brad was getting half hard again and
his cock was pressing harder between my ass cheeks. He went on
stroking up and down on my cock, squeezing harder on the up strokes
like he was milking me, and I started getting close. Then all of a
sudden he pinched my right nipple real hard, and in about two seconds
I exploded. My cum shot out and splattered all over the leaves and
needles. The last bit got all over Brad's hand; he just rubbed it
back into my cock and my pubic hair.
After I came, I just kind of leaned back against Brad's chest and
closed my eyes. He put both arms around me and kissed me on the ear,
cheek, and shoulder. With my eyes closed, I heard the birds again,
and the wind, and I felt great. No, I felt *terrific*. Here was
this great guy, fun to talk with, fun to hang out with, great
looking, and he liked this kind of sex just as much as I did, and he
liked it with *me*. This was all real new to me, but it felt
wonderful.
Part 17
After half-drowsing in Brad's arms for a while, I opened my eyes
again, and kind of eased out. I smiled and I said, "Hey, that was
great. How come we waited all this time before we did it?" He
smiled back, and said, "Beats me. Maybe your gaydar wasn't working.
I spotted you right away." That was kind of a shock to me. I hadn't
really been thinking of myself as "gay", let alone the kind of gay
that someone else could spot right away. So as we got back into our
clothes and headed back out on the trail again, we started talking
about that, and about a lot of other things.
Brad had some different outlooks on gay life than I'd gotten from
Larry. He'd kind of discovered gay sex with some other kids when he
was at summer camp one year. His second year at Valley, he'd started
going to a gay students' group over at West Side Community College,
and since he looked older, no one questioned him when he'd lied and
said he was 18 already. He'd had a lot of sex with different guys --
most of them guys from Valley or the college, some of them older guys
that he'd met at parties, but no one anywhere near Larry's age. Some
of what he was saying I really liked, like how even students were
being "out" about being gay, and changing people's attitudes --
despite what Larry had said, I'd found it real hard to understand how
people could be so prejudiced, but Brad told me some pretty awful
stories that he'd heard about other people's experiences. I liked
the way Brad was so carefree and casual about the whole thing, too:
being gay was no big deal for him. But there were some other things
that bothered me. One was the way he reacted when I told him about
Larry. He was really down on the whole thing. He called Larry a
"chicken hawk" and said he was just out after my body and didn't
really give a shit about anything else. I didn't like hearing that,
because that wasn't the way *I*'d felt around Larry, and I told Brad
so. The other thing I wondered about was the way Brad talked abbout
being "top" or "bottom" in sex. Larry had mentioned this, too, but
since I'd had such a good time doing both "top" and "bottom" stuff,
and since I knew Larry (and Bob) liked it all too, I guess I'd just
assumed that that was how most guys were. From what Brad was saying,
though, things usually weren't like that. He said he was a top, and
that the idea of sucking cock or getting fucked in the ass just
didn't appeal to him at all. I was kind of disappointed about that,
because I'd enjoyed being on the other end of those activities a lot,
and I felt sorry that he and I weren't going to do them together.
All of this pretty well occupied us through the rest of our hike
along the hillside, and most of the way back. We stopped pretty
often to kiss and run our hands over each other's bodies, and by late
afternoon we were both feeling horny again, but we wanted to be sure
and be back before sunset, so we didn't stop for a second round of
sex. The last half hour we had to hurry a little, in fact, so we
didn't have a lot of breath for conversation.
That night and the next day were pretty uneventful. The adults
really didn't let us out of camp at night, so there was no way Brad
and I could sneak off together. The drive the next day was just
plain boring: Brad and I wanted to sit together and get our hands all
over each other so badly we could taste it, but there was no way we
could do that without everybody hearing about it, and even Brad
didn't want to deal with that on this trip. And then when we got to
the trailhead and got organized for the 3-day hike, we found out that
everyone was pretty much going to be hiking in one group, with just a
few side hikes during the day in smaller groups. So we just kind of
gritted our teeth and concentrated on the scenery (which was
fantastic -- we were up in higher country now), and kind of put sex
on hold for a few days.
Part 18
I had a great time on the overnight trek. We tramped through all
different kinds of country, and we went swimming in some great lakes
(although they were so cold my balls shrank up to about the size of
marbles). But when we got back to the trailhead Thursday afternoon,
the whole group was kind of grubby and tired. I was ready for a hot
shower, a shave, and a lot of sex -- I hadn't been able to get away
even to jack off, so I was *real* horny. There were showers at the
trailhead, so I got my first two wishes, but even though I was so
horny that I got half-hard in the shower just thinking about Brad's
body, there wasn't any chance for us to get away then either.
We piled back into the cars and headed for our final stop. This one
was by a lake, back from the shore a little so we wouldn't get
massacred by bugs. We got our stuff unloaded right around sunset.
After dinner, Brad and I were out behind the tents, and I whispered
to him, "I'm so horny I'm going to cum in my shorts. Let's try and
get away." He whispered back, "Sure thing," and nibbled me on the
ear for encouragement. I didn't need any encouragement -- I was
half-hard already, and that nibble got me so hard I didn't know how I
was going to hide it. So I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and
just pulled him after me into the woods. It was pretty dark, but I
had a flashlight in my pocket, and the moon was near full, so we
stumbled our way along the trail until we figured we were far enough
away that no one else would come along.
We dropped our levis and grabbed each other's cock and started
stroking. I'd been thinking about Brad's top/bottom stuff, and I was
also remembering that what got him off the other time was my stroking
him right around his asshole, so I thought I'd play with his ass a
little more and see how he liked it. So as we were standing there
pumping away, I took my other hand and started running it up and down
his ass crack and stroking his crotch area, just like I had the other
time. Brad started panting a little, so I got more daring and
started running my fingers right into his ass crack and even brushing
his asshole. He panted harder, and spread his legs a little so I
could get at his ass better. With my hand still on his cock, I
walked around behind him and bent my hard cock down so the head was
right in his crotch. Brad let out a couple of strangled gasps. I
started jacking him off again, and he started wriggling his ass
forward a little so my cock started sliding up towards his asshole.
I was hot and leaking a lot of precum, so, still jacking him off, I
took my cock in my other hand and started rubbing the precum all
around asshole, using the head of my cock. Then I put my cockhead
right in his asshole and pressed gently. Brad started gasping and
pushing his ass back against my cockhead, taking about half of it up
his asshole, and then he made kind of a whimpering noise and shot. I
could feel his cock throb in my hand, and hear the cum splatter on
the leaves, and I also felt his asshole throb around my cockhead. On
the second shot, his asshole squeezed tight and pushed my cock out,
but he kept on shooting, two or three more times after that, with my
hard cock against his ass and my hand milking his cock dry.
When Brad finished shooting, he just stood there for a moment
panting, with the last drops of his cum dribbling out into my hand.
Then he turned around and hugged me to him. "Thanks," he said. He
was silent, and then he went on, "That felt great. I love a guy's
cockhead in my asshole." After another moment of silence, he said,
"I like sucking cock as much as anybody, too. I just know a lot of
guys who really *do* just want to be top, and I don't like being
bottom all the time, so I don't let on that I like it at all until I
know the guy better." I felt so happy I couldn't even express it in
words, so I put my arms around him (wiping his cum off my hand onto
his fuzzy flanks) and hugged him, and then pulled back so I could put
my mouth on his and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
As we were kissing, Brad milked the last little bit of his cum out of
his cock, and then started rubbing it all around my cockhead. We
went on kissing, and he started jacking me off. Then he pulled away
and got down on his knees. I knew my cockhead had been in his ass
and probably wasn't real clean, but that wasn't where he put his
mouth: still jacking me off with his hand, he started licking my
balls with the tip of his tongue. I spread my legs to make it easier
for him, and he started licking all around my crotch, the underside
of my balls, and the inside of my thighs. It felt wonderful, and
being as horny as I was, I shot right away. The first shots went
right over Brad's head, but the last few wound up in his hair. He
didn't seem to mind -- he just kept running his tongue all over my
most sensitive spots. Finally, when I was through, he took his head
out of my crotch, backed off a little, and stood up. I could hear
the smile in his voice as he said, "Good stuff, huh?" All I could
say was "Yeah!" I grabbed him again for another hug and kiss, and
this time, the hug lasted longer. I felt like a barrier had melted
away between us, and I felt some of the same warmth and closeness I'd
felt with Larry.
We stayed there hugging for what seemed like a long time, and then we
both noticed it was cold out, so we pulled our pants back on and made
our way back into camp as quietly as we could. Fortunately, everyone
was still kind of hanging out after dinner -- I felt as though Brad
and I had been gone for hours, but it wasn't even half an hour -- and
we hadn't been missed. Brad made a quick trip to the john to wash
out his hair. Then we went off to our respective tents for the night.
I slept real well that night!
Not much happened on the rest of the trip. We went day hiking Friday
and Saturday. Early Sunday morning everyone hiked around the lake to
a good diving spot and we spent the morning splashing in and out of
the water. Brad looked great in speedos, with all that fur showing,
but the water was so cold that it kept me from getting hard (thank
goodness). Then it was time to pack up, pile back into the cars, and
head home.
Part 19
Sunday night, as I was lying awake in bed, my thoughts were whirling
around. Could what Brad said about Larry be true? I'd felt really
close with Larry, and we'd talked about things besides sex, and my
first reaction was to defend him. But then I couldn't help wondering
a little. After all, *most* of what he and I had done together *had*
been sex. And he and Bob were together -- "married" -- and I knew he
wasn't about to get that close with me or anyone else. So I started
having some doubts, and I didn't know how I could get them answered.
I thought of sharing them with Larry, but I realized that I wasn't
even sure I would get 100% straight answers from him. About the best
I could come up with was to get Brad to meet Larry in person and see
what a great person he was.
Monday was the first day of the spring school term, so I was running
around all day finding my new classes and buying books. The day went
by before I knew it. Tuesday evening I headed over to the health
club as usual. I knew Larry would be there, and I was looking
forward to seeing him, although I had some butterflies in my stomach.
Sure enough, there he was, pedaling away on the bike. When I saw him
and he smiled at me, I knew there was no way this man was out to take
advantage of me -- the feeling in that smile told me he was my
friend. We didn't have time to talk during the workout, but we timed
it so we left together, and out in the parking lot, Larry said to me,
"You look great, Alex. How'd the trip go?" I looked at him, and
felt warm and close again, and I said, "You'll never believe what
happened. And I want to come over to your place and tell you NOW."
I think he was really surprised, because before, he'd always been the
one that made the dates, and I think he'd gotten used to me being
kind of shy and not aggressive. But he said, "Sure, see you there."
We hopped in our cars, and in a few minutes we were at his door.
When we got in the door, I hugged him and kissed him, and *I* led
*him* over to the couch -- more bold moves he wasn't used to. We sat
down, and I snuggled up into his arms, with my arm around him and my
head on his shoulder. Then I told him all about the trip. *All*
about it. When I started telling him about meeting Brad, I could
hear his breathing stop for just a moment, and when it started again,
it was a little ragged for a minute or so. I was so excited about
what had happened that I just kind of pressed ahead, though. When I
was done, we just sat for a moment. Larry didn't say anything, so I
took my head off his shoulder, and looked at him and said, "Isn't
that *great*?" To my surprise, he still didn't say anything for a
moment, and his face was trembling a little as though he was trying
not to cry. Then he replied, "Yes, that's wonderful," but there was
kind of a tremor in his voice, and he didn't sound all that happy.
Then he snapped back to normal, and smiled again, and said, "Yes, I'm
very happy for you." But I could tell something still wasn't right,
so I said, "Larry, what's wrong?" His face started trembling again,
and then got quiet. He reached over and took my hand in his two.
After a moment, he smiled, and said, "Remember, weeks ago, when I
told you that I really enjoyed having someone your age in my life?
Well, I didn't tell you quite the whole story. What I told you was
true, all right. But you're not the first, and I know a little too
much about guys your age and how they grow. I knew it was only a
matter of time until you met Brad or someone like him, and started
discovering other gay guys around your own age. And I know that you
and I aren't going to be the same kind of friends any more now. It's
not that we're going to stop liking each other, or stop being turned
on by each other's bodies; it's just that you're naturally going to
want to see more of Brad, and other guys like him that you'll meet,
and your feelings and your attention will shift over in that
direction. I'm really happy for you, because this is the next step
for you in discovering yourself as a gay person in relation to other
gays like you and in relation to the world." He was silent for a
moment, and when he went on, there was a little wobble in his voice.
"Alex -- one of the things I've learned in my life is that I can love
-- that anyone can love a lot of people in a lot of ways. I love Bob
in a way that is very special and is just for him and me: we've loved
each other since we met four years ago, and I hope we love each other
till we die. I love other friends in other, different ways. I love
you in a way that is special for me, too. And I feel sad because I
know that loving you means wanting you to go on growing, and that for
you to grow, a lot of what you've felt with me will fade into the
background for you. I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon, and
part of me didn't *want* it to happen yet, and I'm already feeling a
loss, as though a friend had moved far away." He stopped talking
again, and looked into my eyes. Then he managed a slightly
wistful-looking version of his wonderful smile, and he pulled me over
to him and kissed me. It was a long kiss, but it was more gentle
than passionate, and even though I started to get turned on, he
didn't seem to be doing the same. We pulled apart, and he went on
looking into my eyes for a moment. Then he hugged me, and said,
"Alex, you've got school tomorrow, and you've got to get home. See
you at the health club on Friday?" I was still a little dazed from
what Larry had said, so I said, "Sure, of course, see you there." We
got up, and I headed out the door.
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