Amber light filtered through my bedroom window, illuminating lazy dust motes as they wandered around above my head. I had just awoken from a midday nap, and the warmth of my bed was suddenly stifling as I realized I had slept longer than intended. Eyes half-open with sleep, I looked over to my bedside table to check the time. It was half past four; I had slept for over three hours.
With a sudden surge of excitement, everything that had happened yesterday morning flooded back into my memory. Going over to Paul’s house, looking to grab him before heading out to spend some time with our mutual friend Jamie. Finding him half-naked and asleep, noticing the considerable tent in his boxers almost by accident. The moment when I looked up to find him staring at me, my own cock hard and ready at the sight of him.
Paul had, after a fashion, found his way to his knees before me, and sucked my cock better than I could ever have imagined was possible. After seeing him do the same to a college guy named Tony at a party some days before, this had been the last thing I expected to transpire between us.
But it had happened, like a dream, like a blissful, faraway dream. After getting over the initial awkwardness of our situation, I lost myself in pleasure. Paul later whispered to me that he had enjoyed himself, too. Thinking of this brought another newfound phenomenon that I was still getting used to; my cock was instantly at attention, blood pumping with fervor at the thought of once again hooking up with one of my best friends.
I reached over and flipped the covers off of my sweat-misted body, marveling at the intensity of my erection once again. I had become insatiable, teenage hormones supplemented by a pervading sense of naughtiness and newfound pleasure causing my already considerable libido to go into overdrive. I had masturbated three times already that day, and took no time in going for round four as cicadas chirruped loudly outside my bedroom window.
After we had finished up at Paul’s house the day prior, we had gone and hung out with Jamie as planned. Things had been both stupendously normal and altogether changed as we lazed about in our special place in the woods by the Peaks trainyard. Jamie had taken no notice of the change between us.
But it was there. The knowledge we secretly shared was a constant undercurrent to our time spent with Jamie. I would look over at him from time to time, and he would already be looking back, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
It took about three hours before the tension came to a head and we decided that something needed to be done about it. Paul, without prompting from me, exclaimed that he had had fun, but had totally forgotten that he needed to go home and help his mom with something around the house. I took the cue, saying that we might as well call it for now, maybe get together later for a beer when we could assemble all of the guys.
Although disappointed, Jamie accepted what we had said. Since we lived close to one another, no one would find it odd if we biked off together. So we did, and I don’t think I can remember biking that fast before. We were just rounding the bend to get back to the town proper when Paul looked over his shoulder, then stopped biking. I was so focused on my breathing that it took me a few moments to realize that he was no longer next to me, and I stopped abruptly by the side of the road to look back at him.
Paul waved me over as he started walking his bike towards a ditch in the side of the road. My mind quickly concluded that he too was lacking patience, but I was also a little nervous. We had been in the safety of his bedroom the time before, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to go at it where anyone could happen upon us.
But he wasn’t looking to hunker down in that roadside crevasse, which was an enormous relief. In my haste and nervousness, I had overlooked a small pathway cut into the tree line on the other rise of the ditch, and Paul was making his way over to it, his strides confident and quick. I followed, my anticipation already palpable in my tight-fitting shorts. I watched his hips swivel as he stepped up the small dirt hill, admiring the shapely curve of his ass as I did. I hadn’t really noticed it before, but Paul’s butt was well-shaped and rounded in a tight sort of way.
“In here,” he called over his shoulder in a breathless voice.
I followed diligently, hefting my bike over my shoulder as I climbed. The small pathway led into the woods a good way before disappearing altogether, but Paul seemed to know where he was going. After trekking for a few minutes through the undergrowth, we arrived at a small clearing. The canopy overhead was dense, and mottled sunlight shone down on us through the trees.
“How do you know about this spot? It’s so deep in the forest.”
He looked over at me slyly, appraising me as he set his bike up against a tree and took off his shirt.
“It’s kind of hard to explain, but this is a place some people use to hook up from time to time. It’s a cruising spot, for guys.”
“Wait, like people make plans to meet here? What if someone walks in on us?” I asked with some urgency, but I was disrobing too. There wasn’t much that could have kept me from jumping Paul’s bones at that moment. Things were too new, too exciting.
“People don’t exactly plan to meet here; they just sort of go here when they’re looking to get some action,” he saw my expression and quickly added, “don’t worry; it’s very private. I doubt anyone even uses this one anymore; they change from time to time.”
“You sure?”
Paul laughed as he unlaced his shoes and took them off, tossing them haphazardly by his bag and bike. Then he made eye contact with me as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. The black waistband of his briefs came into view as he went, and my mouth began to water. I could see the bulge in his underwear clearly in the low light.
Feverishly, I started stripping the rest of my own clothes off, not giving him the show he was delivering to me. I kept my shorts on, though. I had appreciated Paul’s blowjob so much, I wanted to return the favor more than anything in that moment.
The grass was soft on my bare feet, once I had gotten my socks off and tossed them in the swiftly growing pile of discarded clothing by our bikes. Paul stood in front of me, looking almost sheepish in his near-naked state. I drank in the sight of him, from the slim but strong frame of his shoulders to the neat V-shape of his waist. His underwear was well-tented now, and once again I admired the size of his package. His shaft had a slight curve to it, which made it look amazing outlined against the fabric of his briefs. The bulge was laid at an angle across his waist, and I longed to run my fingers across the breadth of it.
I walked forward, keeping my eye contact with him consistently, and we entwined with one another. Our hips ground against one another as our arms locked around the back of each other’s waist. The warm feeling from the skin of our chests touching was feather-light and electric at the same time, and the moment our lips met, that feeling encompassed my entire body.
Paul’s hands wandered, and eventually found themselves nestled between our bodies and groping for my now iron-hard erection. I luxuriated in the sensation, and some precum immediately escaped the tip of my cock, but I remembered my mission and stopped him promptly.
“My turn,” I whispered breathlessly, and I used the tips of my fingers to push him back a bit.
Paul looked a little confused, but as soon as I started kissing his neck and collarbones, he sighed and let his hands fall limp at his sides. I massaged his shoulders lightly as I went, eliciting a soft groan, which pointed me in the right direction. My hands explored his muscles while my mouth made it’s inexorable journey downwards, creating a small trail of saliva on his sun-bathed torso.
Paul’s skin was soft, and sort of pale. He got a good amount of sun but had never gotten very tan this year. At least not yet. As I crouched down in front of him, the soft grass was a cushion for my knees. I wanted to take my time, now that we had an afternoon before us, and no prospects of being discovered to make me feel nervous or rushed. I had been imagining this moment in my daydreams over and over again, and I wanted to do everything in my power to bring it to life in the best way possible.
I took my hands from their perch in the small of his back and brought them around. I began to rub his thighs, right above his knees but making incremental movements upwards. Eventually, with a soft symphony of appreciative moaning from Paul, they reached their destination. I pressed the palm of my hand into his inner thigh, and the heft of his cock was warm against it. With his manhood pressed against my right hand, I used my left one to trace the outline of his cock with a light touch.
Paul’s cock jumped when I did this, which I found immensely gratifying. Fantasy could only prepare me so much, and the only experience I had with handling penises was with my own. I figured I could improvise, do things that I knew felt good for me, but there was still a difference between theory and practice.
I began rubbing his bulge, giving extra attention to the sensitive underside near the tip, which I knew he would love. Paul did his part, breathing heavily and murmuring how good everything was feeling. As a small wetness appeared right at the tip of his bulge, which was now straining heavily against the fabric of his underwear, my urges got the better of me and I knew I couldn’t wait as long as I had originally intended.
I reached upwards, making sure to allow my wrist and forearm to graze his stiffness as I did. My fingers played with the taut elastic waistband of his briefs, slipping just underneath the edge, barely making contact with the hotness of his cock underneath. Finally, I could have this experience that had been playing at the back of my mind for hours, over and over again. I pulled, letting the tightness of his underwear pull against the straining shape of his member. The material got caught on the round of his ass, and I let it slide down slowly until it fell completely off with a small twanging sensation.
Paul’s cock jumped free, almost smacking me in the underside of my chin. A small droplet of precum flew free and made contact with the skin of my neck, but I was too focused on the task at hand to take much notice. I grabbed it at the base, tentatively at first, but with more firmness when I heard the appreciative sound coming from deep in Paul’s chest. It was a low hum, almost a growl. I had never heard this sound before, and it turned me on so much I had to stop for a moment and readjust my own cock to keep it from being in a painful position.
As I regained my grip on the base of Paul’s manhood, I marvelled at how warm it was against my palm. The heat was already becoming stifling as the midday sun burned harshly against the canopy cover of our small haven, but Paul was hotter still. I let the skin of my hand slide lightly over his shaft as I brought my grip towards the tip, and was exalted to find his cock jumping, a small seepage of precum greeting my greedy fingers.
I stroked it for a little while, taking great care to make sure he didn’t have an orgasm too soon; I could tell he was very excited from the sounds emanating from deep within his chest. My free hand cradled his balls lightly, and I gave them a little tug, which I had always enjoyed in my solitary sexual experiences.
Paul did his part, moaning and groaning above my shoulders, his hands placed gingerly on top of my head, fingers entwined in my hair while I gazed at his throbbing member. I could tell he was leaning heavily against the tree at his back, which gave me a sudden and surging sense of power. I ran with it, placing my now-unused palm against his lower stomach, applying pressure as if to say 'stay right here and let me work.'
Finally, I could wait no longer. I reset my grip on the base of Paul’s cock and positioned his cock upwards. It looked a little funny from this angle, almost like it was peering at me, posing a question. What will you do next, huh? I knew exactly what I would do, and I had been making a plan in the back of my mind since I had received the same treatment from Paul earlier that morning.