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When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the open door of the tent and Matt was gone. I heard the sounds of breakfast and the murmur of voices coming from the picnic table.
Pulling on some clothes, I noticed there was dried cum on my chest and matted in my pubic hair. I pulled out my phone and reversed the camera to make sure nothing was showing on my face or arms.
I was the last one to the table.
“What a sleepyhead,” my little sister said.
My mom -- a great camp cook -- slid some pancakes and bacon onto a plate in front of me. My dad handed me a cup of coffee.
“You look a mess,” Kelly said.
“He thrashed around all night,” Matt said. “Woke me up twice.”
“Mmmf,” was all I managed to say.
When conversation resumed and the group's attention moved away from me, I stole a glance at Matt. He was looking back at me, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
That bugged me for a second or two, but everyone seemed so relaxed and happy that my mood started to lift. The questions that had kept me up last night receded to the back of my mind, and taking a few deep breaths, I decided to leave them until later.
When breakfast was over, Kelly looked at my little sister and said, “Let’s go get a shower.”
“It’s going to get warm today, so I think I’ll shower later,” Matt said. “But a morning swim would be nice. C’mon, Andy, let’s go.”
“You guys go ahead,” my dad said. “Mom and I will pack a lunch and we can eat on the beach.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Change here or at the beach?” Matt said as we headed for the tent.
“Not here,” I said under my breath.
We grabbed our suits, some towels and a jug of cold water and headed down the path to the lake. Matt made a couple of innocuous comments about the weather, but I didn’t answer.
When we got to the beach, we set up the chairs and went to the beach house to change. When I took off my shorts I turned my back to him, determined to avoid a repeat of yesterday’s embarrassment.
I headed straight for the lake, dived in and swam vigorously for several minutes, making sure the dried cum washed off me. Matt paddled around a minute or two, dunked his head under for a second and went to sit on the towel.
After a few minutes, I got out and sat down, too.
Matt gazed at me for a minute, then said, “Look, you shouldn’t make a bigger deal out of this than it really is.”
“Maybe it’s not a big deal for you,” I said. “But it was for me. It was shitty of me -- of us -- to cheat on my sister. Not to mention that we’re both guys. I’ve never touched a guy in my life before last night, and now I can’t think about anything else. It’s freaking me out. How can you be so casual about it?”
Matt looked hard at me.
“First, what happened doesn’t mean I love your sister any less -- and I do love her,” he said. “That is not going to change.
“Also, one night doesn’t change your sexual orientation, if that’s what’s worrying you. Given the right opportunity and the right partner, just about everybody will take a shot at gay sex.
“That’s because, as I’m sure you’ve heard, sexuality is not either/or, black/white, up/down or anything like it. It’s a spectrum with two extremes, where only a handful of people live, and a lot of muddle in the middle.
“What that could mean is that you are a mostly straight person who is open to gay sex once in a while. You didn’t become that way last night; you were that way all along. Last night just happened to be the first time.”
He paused, then went on.
“I don’t want to make it sound like I’m having sex all the time with anybody who asks, because I’m not,” he said. “Since Kelly and I became ‘steady,’ I have not had sex with another woman. It is still early in our relationship and I’m still only twenty, but I think she might be the one.
“And I will say this as far as men are concerned: There are two kinds: those who like sucking a dick, and those who are dying to try it.”
I turned to look at him.
“Which are you?”
“Play your cards right,” he said slyly, “you might find out.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Is it really possible to have such intense sex with another person and not have it mean anything?”
“It does mean something,” Matt said. “I don’t mean I’m in love with you. I can love only women. But I like you very much, Andy, and it pleases me to give pleasure to you.”
“You make it sound so reasonable,” I said.
“Sex is the one thing every human being can enjoy, yet some people think it’s their right to set boundaries on how other people do it. Nobody’s doing that to me.”
I looked off into the trees. After a few minutes, I took a deep breath.
“I like you, too, Matt,” I said.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “Good.”
Another pause.
“You didn’t happen to bring a joint with you, did you?”
“As a matter of fact…” I said.
About forty-five minutes later we heard the sound of wheels crunching on gravel and my parents’ car rolled into the parking lot. While Matt and I helped my dad unload a big cooler and set up a portable grill, Kelly, my mom and my little sister laid out drinks and snacks on a picnic table and we settled in to enjoy the day.
And a wonderful day it was -- sunny and warm but not too hot or humid. We splashed around in the water awhile, played beach volleyball, grilled hot dogs for lunch and dozed in the shade. Matt fit right in, and I think my little sister was developing a crush on him.
About mid-afternoon, another car crunched into the parking lot. Out came a family of five, including a lovely young woman wearing a two-piece that was not exactly skimpy but didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had the most beautiful fair skin I had ever seen.
She looked to be the oldest of the three children in the family, and once they unloaded their things she led her two brothers down to the beach and laughingly dragged them into the water. After a few minutes, she left them to their antics and waded to shore.
Thank goodness I was wearing sunglasses, because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Matt had been dozing when they arrived but woke up when he heard the noise. As he rolled to a sitting position, he stared hard at the girl.
“Shana?” he asked.
The girl -- woman, I should say -- looked at him and after a beat or two said, “Matt!”
It turned out she lived in his dorm at State and they were pretty good friends.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” she said, plopping down on the sand beside him.
Matt pointed out Kelly, who was talking to her mom by the picnic table.
“I’m here with Kelly and her family,” he said. “This is her brother, Andy.”
Shana put out her hand and said, “Hi, Andy, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I said. I took her hand and it felt --- to me anyway -- like a spark passed between us. She gave me a lingering look and a 1000-watt smile, and then turned to Matt.
“Let me say hi to Kelly and then we’ll talk,” she said.
She bounded over to the picnic table and wrapped Kelly in a hug.
“Wow,” I said, watching her.
Matt burst out laughing.
“See what I mean, dude?” he said. “Not gay. Not totally, anyway.”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “But she’s just, you know … Wow.”
“Yes, a lot of guys think so,” Matt said. “I know at least three guys who wanted to take her out. She was very nice to them but said no, she has a boyfriend back home. But I know from talking to her that that relationship is petering out. I think right now she’s using him as an excuse to avoid complicating her life at school.”
‘Hmm,” I said.
A few minutes later Shana and Kelly brought lawn chairs over and joined us. Shana had left her sunglasses in camp so she put on a cap to shade her eyes. They were of a brilliant blue, and I had to keep reminding myself not to stare into them.
After chatting a while we all got up and waded into the lake. It was early enough in the season that the water was still on the cool side, and I couldn’t help but notice Shana’s erect nipples poking through the thin cloth of her swimsuit. Once again I was glad I was wearing sunglasses so she couldn’t see where my eyes were roaming.
Kelly suggested we have a piggyback fight, and Shana seconded the idea. Matt ducked under to let Kelly climb on his shoulders. Before I could move Shana pushed me under and slid her legs over my shoulders. I cannot describe the thrill I got from the feel of her skin against mine.
I stood up, and the battle began. Matt and I circled each other slowly, then I darted at him. The girls started grappling, and soon we were all splashing and hooting and laughing like crazy.
Then it happened. As Matt closed in, Kelly managed to get Shana in a close grip. There was a struggle, and my sunglasses got knocked off. Suddenly Kelly drew back, waving the top of Shana’s swimsuit like a flag. Apparently she’d gotten in behind Shana’s back and undone the knot.
I froze, realizing that Shana’s naked breasts were visible to everyone but me. Instinctively I turned to look, but of course she turned with me. I felt her weight shift as she moved her arms to cover up, but she evidently wasn’t too embarrassed, because she was shrieking with laughter.
As she slipped back into the water, I thought I felt her breasts slide down the skin of my back. I felt a sudden pulse of blood into my cock.
After a minute or so of teasing, Kelly threw Shana’s top further out into the water. Being a gallant sort of guy, I swam out to get it.
It wasn’t until I had turned back to her that I understood the awkwardness of the situation. She could easily have gotten the top for herself. I swam back and held it out to her. Locking eyes with me, she took it with one hand, keeping herself covered with the other.
Then she said, with just a hint of coyness, “Thanks, Andy. Now turn around.”
I obeyed. My heart was fluttering and I was definitely feeling a -- what’s the phrase? -- a stirring in my loins.
Eventually we all caught our breath and headed back to shore. While Matt got beers for everyone, Kelly and Shana stretched out on their towels and I settled into a chair. I angled it so that I was mostly facing the water but could see the girls with a slight turn of the head. I couldn’t trust myself not to stare at Shana otherwise.
An hour or so passed while we were talking. It was getting on for five o’clock, and my parents started packing up. Matt and I got up to help while the girls shook the sand out of the towels and folded the chairs.
We were about to get into the car when my mom turned to Shana and said, “Would you like to have dinner with us?”
I could have kissed her for saying that.
“I’d love to!” Shana said. “Let me just check with my parents.”
I watched her go. When I turned back to our group Kelly was looking at me with merriment in her eyes.
“What?” I said.
She and Matt laughed. My mom gave me a knowing smile.
Shana came back and said, “It’s fine. My family’s going to stay here awhile. Can you drop me at our campsite so I can get cleaned up?”
“That’ll make a tight fit in the car,” Matt said. “Andy and I can walk back.”
When they had gone, Matt said, “Dude, you are so in love.”
“Is it that obvious?” I said.
“Um, YEAH. But I think she likes you, too.”
I blushed.
“God, I hope so.”
When we got back to camp Matt said he was going to get a shower. I decided to get one, too.
As we walked over to the bathhouse I realized I was looking forward to seeing him naked again. Why I should feel this way, when I was feeling such a strong attraction for Shana, was more than I could fathom at the moment. But I began to think Matt was onto something in what he’d said about sexual attraction.
The bathhouse is really no more than one open room with benches and hooks along one side, sinks on the other and toilets, and a series of eight or 10 shower stalls at the end opposite the door. I was relieved to find the place empty.
I put my things down on a bench, hung my towel on a hook and slipped off my swimming suit. When I was naked I turned to watch Matt undress. When he was naked he turned to face me, and for a few seconds we just gazed at each other’s bodies. Both our cocks were still a little shrunken from the cool lake water, but I could feel mine stiffening.
Matt smiled, and headed for the showers, which have no curtains, and entered a stall at the far end. I took the opposite one. We both started soaping up.
We took our time, watching each other as we lathered up, massaging and caressing our arms and shoulders and chests and hips and thighs, then soaping up our cocks and balls, watching as our cocks lengthened and rose.
Matt stepped across the gap to my stall, took my hands in his and pressed his body against mine. Backing me against the wall, grinding his rigid cock against mine, he brought his lips close to my ear and said, “You see how it all kind of flows together.”
I turned my face to his and gave him a pretty serious kiss.
“I guess I do,” I said.
A sharp sound; the bathhouse door opening. Matt let me go and backed into his stall, not bothering to conceal his hardon. If someone had seen one or both of us and suspected something was going on, Matt didn’t seem to care.
I stood in the stream of water, rinsing the lather away. I turned the faucet, making the water colder. It was the only way to get my raging cock to go down.
Finally I felt more or less normal, though my cock was still a bit stiff. As I strode out to the main room, a thirtyish man was just walking into the shower stalls. He glanced at my cock, the way men often do in locker rooms, but I felt a vibe I hadn’t felt before. It was like I was being, well, appreciated.
Matt soon followed me into the changing area. We dried off, got dressed and headed back to the campsite.
He stopped me on the trail at one point and said quietly, “Did that guy look you over?
“Yes,” I said.
“Not surprised,” he said. “You are seriously hot.”
I think I blushed.
Dinner was a delight. Mom made a batch of spaghetti, Kelly made a huge salad and I warmed a three-foot loaf of bread by the fire. Shana sat next to me at the picnic table, and to my delight, she let her leg rest against mine and touched me occasionally on the arm and shoulder.
The six adults ended up splitting two bottles of wine, enough to make us relaxed and talkative but not enough to make anyone -- except perhaps my mom -- even slightly drunk.
After dinner, we moved over to the campfire. Shana put her chair close to mine, and when it got dark I felt for her hand and she took it. My heart did a little dance.
About 9 o’clock she said, “I’m sorry to say it but I have to go.” She thanked my parents, hugged Kelly and Matt and gave my little sister a kiss on the forehead.
“Andy, would you walk me back?”
“Um, sure,” I said.
When we were beyond reach of the firelight she stopped, turned and pulled my face close to hers. She pressed her lips against mine. They were so warm and soft I felt myself melting.
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll go back and get my suit.”
“You won’t need it,” she said, giggling, and slipped off into the darkness.
For a second I stood there dumbly. By the time I recollected myself and caught up she was standing near the entrance to her family’s campsite.
“Wait here a sec,” she whispered.
In thirty seconds she was back, carrying something under her arm -- a blanket. She took me by the hand and we headed for the beach.
The lake lay smooth as glass in the moonlight. You could see lights here and there in campsites along the shoreline, but the beach itself was empty.
Shana led me to a smooth spot in the sand and unrolled the blanket. Then, in three or four quick movements, she pulled off her T-shirt, unhooked her bra and slipped her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, dropped the other clothes and turned to face me in the moonlight.
I will remember that moment to my dying day. The moon bathed her fair skin in a silvery radiance, and made her hair shine like a dark jewel. Her breasts were full and round, with small areolas and hard little nipples. Her hips, too, were full and round, and the hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed.
“I have never seen anything so beautiful,” I said. “This is like a dream.”
She smiled and lay down.
I quickly shed my clothes. She opened her arms and pulled me on top of her, pressing my steel-hard cock against her pussy, already sopping wet.
“We’re leaving tomorrow,” she murmured into my ear. “So this is it.”
She moved a hand, took hold of my cock and guided me inside her. I pushed slowly, as deep as I could go. When I was fully inside she wrapped her legs around me and gave my cock a squeeze that nearly made me faint with pleasure.
The next twenty minutes were the most blissful of my life.
We kissed passionately and began moving together. I fucked her in long, slow, sensual strokes, and she met every thrust with another squeeze of my cock. She gripped me by the hips and pulled me into her throbbing pussy, moaning every time I got inside as far as I could go.
We came at the same time, but when it happened it wasn’t with a bang as it usually did for me. It was like the feeling aboard a boat riding the waves: a long, slow slide up one wave, over the top with a sudden release, followed by a long, slow slide up to the next crest. Again and again it happened; again and again I felt her contracting around my cock.
When it was over we lay breathless in the moonlight. I covered her face in light kisses, and she stroked my back lightly with her fingers.
I don’t know how much time passed -- five minutes, maybe ten -- before I rolled gently to the side and lay down beside her.
She curled against me until the day’s warmth had drained from the sand and she gave a little shiver. I looked up. Clouds were moving in, and it looked like we might get some rain.
“I have to go,” she said.
I helped her dress, then dressed myself, and we walked slowly back to the campground.
At the entrance to her campsite, she gave me a long lingering kiss. It was so dark now I could barely make out the expression on her face.
“Bye,” she said, and moved off into the darkness. “Maybe I’ll see you at school.”
I practically floated back to camp.
When I got back my parents and sister had gone to bed. Kelly and Matt were huddled by the fire.
‘“You’ve been gone a while,” she said, teasing in her voice. “You guys have fun?”
I stared into the fire, trying to come up with an answer.
“I’m in a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”
“I wish I had a dream like that,” Matt said.
Kelly elbowed him in the side.
“What?” he said. “Your brother got laid tonight, don’t you want to get laid, too?”
Kelly elbowed him again, harder this time, but didn’t answer. She offered me the joint they were smoking.
“Nah,” I said. “I’m going to bed.”
I crawled into the tent, stripped to my boxers and stretched out on my sleeping bag.
As I had the night before, I lay there a long time thinking, but this time my thoughts were far more pleasurable. From the moment I had met Shana to the moment we both climaxed on the sand, everything had unfolded so smoothly and effortlessly it felt like it was all meant to happen.
I replayed the scene on the beach over and over in my head. At first I wished we had stayed longer and made love a second time, but then I thought, maybe it was better the way it was. I could not imagine sex -- or in this case, maybe I should say love-making -- any more perfect than that.
My cock was hard again. I reached into my boxers and gave it a tug.
Fuck it, I thought.
I slipped off the boxers and threw them aside. I was just getting a jackoff rhythm going when I heard rain pattering hard against the tent and a sudden shuffling by the fire. Seconds later Matt tumbled in.
He flicked on the phone light and saw me gripping my dick. He chuckled.
“Once tonight isn’t enough?” he asked.
“Hell, no,” I said.
“Hang on, I’ll join you. The blue balls are even worse tonight than last night.”
He stripped and flopped down on his sleeping bag.
I don’t know what came over me. Throwing myself on top of him, I ground my cock against his and kissed him passionately on the lips.
He returned the kiss just as passionately, slipping his tongue past my lips and darting it into my mouth. I felt his legs wrapping around me.
The next thing I knew I was kissing his neck and shoulders. I slid down further and began licking his nipples. He gasped with pleasure and said, “Use your teeth.”
I nipped at one nipple. He gave a little moan and said, “Harder.”
I bit him more firmly.
“Oh, God, yes,” he whispered.
I moved over and bit the other one, and he gasped again. Meanwhile I slid my hand between our bodies and smeared his precum, now flowing freely, over his whole cock.
Matt moved. I felt his hand on top of my head, exerting a gentle pressure. Of course I knew what he had in mind.
I let go of his nipple.
“You know I’ve never done that before,” I said.
“Guys know what guys like,” he said.
I decided to take him at his word. Thinking about it afterward, I was surprised how little I hesitated.
I slowly moved south, placing a series of kisses on the skin of his stomach. When his cock slid into the shallow cleft between my pecs, I ground against it, smearing his precum on my nipples.
Matt’s breathing got louder and turned ragged. Luckily for us, the sound of the rain and rising wind was enough to drown out the noise.
I moved again. I felt his cock sliding upward, between my collarbones, then against my neck, then it touched the underside of my chin.
He held his breath. For a long moment, in the thick darkness of the tent, I savored the excitement and anticipation we were both feeling.
I lifted my head slightly, tilted it downward and felt for his cock with my tongue.
There it was: the soft tip, slathered in precum. I probed for the slit, found it, nudged it open with my tongue, tasted the thick salty liquid now pouring out of it, sucked it into my mouth. It was a strange taste, but enticing nonetheless.
I moved again, brought my mouth closer to his cock and began licking the head. Matt stifled a moan. I licked more vigorously, over and over, then opened my lips and took him in.
I compressed my lips below the ridge around his glans and sucked gently until my mouth was half-full of precum. I swallowed, and moved my lips down the shaft another inch. Matt was breathing heavily now. I was enjoying myself, enjoying his response to me.
I took in another inch, and another after that. Three inches of Matt’s cock were now in my mouth. I sucked more vigorously. His precum was flowing freely; I had to swallow to keep up with it.
I pulled back, letting my lips trail upward on the shaft until they slid over the glans and past the tip and came free with an audible pop.
“How am I doing?”
Matt laughed out loud.
“You are doing great,” he said.
I decided to see how much of him I could take in. I opened my mouth again, relaxed my throat as much as I could and pressed downward. His cock slid in smoothly: four inches, then five. I felt myself starting to gag, so I backed off again, got my breath and went at him once more.
I relaxed my throat again, tried to breathe through my nose. I again passed the four-inch mark, then the five-inch mark. It wouldn’t be easy to go farther, because Matt’s cock thickened slightly at the base. But I pressed on, hoping I would somehow manage.
Just when I thought I could take no more, my nose touched the skin of his abdomen. If he hadn’t been shaved my nose would have been deep in his pubic hair.
I was on the brink of gagging, but my success so far gave me confidence. I breathed slowly through my nose, letting my throat get used to being full of hard, wet, throbbing cock. I reached a hand up and wrapped it around his balls.
“Oh, my God,” Matt said in a strangled voice.
I backed off a couple of inches, then swallowed him again, tugging on his balls as I did so. I heard an ecstatic gasp, almost a sob, so I did it again.
“Dude,” he said. “I’m gonna…”
He didn’t finish. But if he was giving me a warning, I ignored it.
I felt the swelling in his cock and the skin of his ball sack starting to contract. He took my head in his hands and wound them into my hair. If he was trying to keep me from backing away at the last minute, he needn’t have bothered; I wasn’t going anywhere.
For a second he froze, and then there was an explosion.
“Ohhhhhhh,” he groaned, shooting a volley of cum deep into my throat. ‘Oh, Godddd.”
He shot once more. I swallowed. He shot again, and I swallowed that. Twice, three times more.
Finally his hands relaxed their grip on my head, but I kept my lips clamped firmly around the base of his cock. From time to time a little spasm shook him, and maybe a few drops more of his seed leaked out, but I didn’t move except to swallow.
I kept my mouth on him until his breathing slowed and the tension left his body. Then I slowly slid him out of my mouth and lay my head against his abdomen.
For a long time, we lay there in the dark, neither of us saying anything.
Finally, after several minutes he pulled me upward, drew my face to his and kissed me long and hard.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was … Incredible.”
I felt weirdly proud to hear him say that.
“Now I’m going to help you out,” he said.
“You don’t have to,” I said. “I’ve had my fun tonight.”
He felt for my cock, which was so hard it hurt.
“Your mouth says one thing but your dick says another.”
He sat up. The next thing I felt was him straddling my lower legs.
Then I felt his tongue on my balls. He licked them one by one, slowly and vigorously, bathing them in his saliva. He nudged them upward with his nose and licked the underside of my scrotum -- a new feeling for me.
“Oh, Lord, that is amazing,” I said.
Next, I felt his tongue at the base of my cock. It drifted upward with excruciating slowness, following the ridge on the underside of my shaft all the way to the flared head. Then I was in his mouth -- first just the tip, then more and more and more until his nose was buried in my pubes.
He backed off long enough to say, “I can taste Shana on you,” before swallowing me again.
What followed was the best goddam blowjob I had ever had.
Matt didn’t just suck my cock; he worshipped it. He used his lips, tongue, throat and hands separately and together, licking, stroking, sucking and massaging, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again.
Outside the tent the rain and wind were roaring; inside, I was doing the same. I begged him to make me cum, but he ignored all my entreaties to finish me off.
Finally, when I was damn near sobbing, I felt a finger touching my asshole. Before I could react, he slid two fingers in, simultaneously thrusting my cock into his throat.
I exploded, shooting what felt like an enormous stream of cum into his mouth. My whole body jerked upward, like I was having convulsions. I lost count of how many times I shot.
My senses were so heightened by this time that it almost hurt to have his mouth on me. He seemed to know this, because he held still and let me pump him at my own pace.
When my cock was done spasming, he withdrew his mouth as gently as he could and flopped beside me.
“Jesus Christ that was the best fucking thing ever,” I said.
He chuckled.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I lay there thinking.
“You must have done that a lot, to get so good at it,” I said.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said.
Now it was my turn to laugh.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “But wow. Just fucking wow.”
We talked quietly for some time afterwards, and in the end he did tell me something about his sexual experiences with guys. It began with the usual sort of experimentation, but in the summer before college he had got into a regular thing with one friend, with whom he regularly exchanged ‘bro-jobs.’
He said he had resolved to stay away from men and women both after he and Kelly got serious -- until he met me.
“I guess in a way I’m flattered,” I said.
“But let’s consider it a one-weekend fling,” he said.
“No problem with that,” I said. “Though I’m glad the weekend isn’t over.”
He kissed me, rolled over and went to sleep. For a while I listened to the sound of rain pattering on the canvas, then I, too, fell asleep.
Annalisa
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