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Minding Others

Chapter 6

Nightfall concluded as I approached the only place my soul had ever rested. I reached for the doorknob, and it’s cold metal shocked me. Mom. She was inside, waiting. Time ceased to flow for me, but I could feel the universe spinning around my grip on the round handle. Insect dots hung about the porch light. My eyes flew out of my head and looked around 360 degrees. Darkness had surrounded the porch. Yellow street lamps lent a wicked color to the black tarmac. It could have been a dream. Because when I dream of that moment, I remember the question that changed. It didn’t matter what I was. I needed to know who I was. No, I needed to decide who I was. Then I remembered.

“Mind yourself child, or you’ll grow up minding others!” That had been a dream. This was true, me, standing between the light and the dark afraid to go inside and afraid of what hunted out in the darkness. I had to grow up.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Every light in the house blazed.

“Mother?” I asked loudly. I explored the house slowly.

“Mommie’s in her room.” Little Shell found me first. She turned the corner of the hallway and looked as if she had been left alone in the house.

“Where’s Lynn?”

“In our room, sleeping.” She pouted like the nine year old she was. “I’m hungry.”

“Let’s fix you a sandwich.” I hugged my little sister and shepherded her to the kitchen. For the first time in my life she didn’t seem like an annoying brat. She trusted me.

“Can I have ham?”

“Sure little sister.” I pulled a party platter from the ‘fridge. Lettuce, mustard, and a bright red tomato filled two slices of white bread. I opened a bag of chips and poured a few next to the sandwich on a paper plate. She carried the plate to the kitchen table and sighed happily before munching hungrily.

“What are you going to do to her?” My mother watched me from the kitchen entrance. In her bare feet and loose robe, she hadn’t made a sound.

“I’m going to fuck her.” I met my mother’s eyes. “When she’s ready.”

My mother had been crying. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she’d been dragged through hell. The tow line had been my erect prick.

“Mom, I don’t know anything about this freaky thing my body does, but I can’t ignore it. Maybe it has a purpose. Maybe it’s wrong, evil. But I’m a fourteen year old boy with the desires of a normal kid. The thing I do believe about it, is, it’s a natural occurrence.”

“That’s ridiculous! Nobody can control the desires of others.”

“A fat, lumbering caterpillar grub turning into a butterfly is ridiculous. Almost every animal in nature is called to sex. Maybe, once, long ago, women went into heat just like horses and dogs. Maybe I’m one of the freaks of nature who happened to reestablish that ancient trigger.”

“That sounds like a load of new age foolishness.” Mother glanced at her daughter. The food distracted the little girl from our confusing discussion.

“It’s either that or God, mother. Are you telling me you suddenly decided to believe in God?”

“Jules, I know I never took this family to church, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God.”

“Then what do you believe?”

“I believe my children are in danger, but I’m not about to let you become that danger.”

“I know mom. I don’t want to hurt anyone. You have to believe me.”

“I-I just don’t know what to do.” She choked on her words. Tears seeped into the corners of her eyes, and she turned away.

Shell looked up at me. She had almost finished her sandwich. “What’s fuck?”

“I walked over to my mom and took her in my arms.”

“It’s going to be okay.” I told her.

She tucked her head into the crook of my neck. She didn’t have to do that. I was barely tall enough to accommodate her comfortably. At first I didn’t notice how softly her breasts brushed against my chest.

“Oh Jules, I-I felt so…” She started to tell me something about her earlier experience.

My hands found themselves on her hips. They rocked ever so slowly inside my reach, and I realized what was happening. The mother who gave me life was turning me on. My cock went from fretful to hopeful in the span of a few hugs. Blood from my body filled it.

Mom planted a long, wet kiss on my neck. “I-I feel so…”

“Mom, you’re coming with me before Shell feels it.” I guided her out of the kitchen, through our living room, up the stairs, to her bedroom door. She clung tighter and tighter to my body. Before I could turn the knob, she was clutching my erect cock and mewing like a kitten.

Already, I was trying to focus my thoughts. It wasn’t difficult. Here I was, living a fantasy I had dreamed of for the last two years. I imagined her hands running inside my shirt, and the woman in my arms obeyed. I opened her door and led her within. I shut it behind us and clicked the lock.

“Get on your knees mother.” I thought it as I said it.

“Yes, honey.” I felt her drop down, her arms lingering on my torso.

I backed away from her and sat on the edge of her bed. I just looked at my mother and imagined running my hands beneath her brassier. I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

She fumbled awkwardly with her buttons. Her hands kept fondling her tits and pinching her nipples through the soft material while she unfastened each pearlescent dollop. She breathed deeply, and her hands and face both blushed.

“Take off your bra, mom.”

“Jules, I-I’m afraid.” Her sensibilities fought back. A mother wasn’t supposed to do bayburt escort this with her son. Her hands, however, never left her breasts. They struggled between touching herself and following my orders. Her left hand slipped off the right bra strap as her right hand cupped and swirled her right tit. Then her left hand embraced her left titty and her right hand reached up to her left strap.

With both bra straps over her shoulders, she simultaneously shrugged, wriggled, and pulled her breasts out of their full sized cups. She dragged her bra all the way down to her waistband. I watched in amazement as her bountiful juggs swayed and jiggled from her movements.

I kept imagining her playing with her tits, and her hands quickly returned to fulfill that need. Finally, her breasts were free to grasp and maul. Her mouth opened wide enough to release her snaking tongue. She leaned her head down to lick her tits. Her hands pushed them into her face, and she bounced from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking each one. I sat in awe of her intensity, a reflection of my intensity. Then her fingers dug into her tits. She started pinching them so hard and yelping in pain I was afraid she’d injure them. I had to ease back on my fantasy.

I looked down at the rug and contemplated my next move. Fortunately, my power isn’t like a light switch, instantly on or off. It ramps up and down, gently, like my erection. I didn’t mind getting a little soft as I mustered the courage to take the next step. I fiddled with my shoe laces and loosened the tongues. My hands pushed each one off of it’s foot, and only then did I look back at my mother.

Her hands had dropped to her sides and she looked a little confused. Her eyes searched for some reason for her actions, but she knew. She was trying to decide if she should stand up. Her eyes cleared again as I refocused on her tits. “Bring them over to me, mother.”

I noticed she bit her lip and looked pensive, but her legs never faulted. Six quick baby steps on her knees led her directly before me. My mother smelled like a flowering window box soaked with fresh rain. Her breasts were so beautiful, I had to swallow to keep my heart from leaping clear of my throat. How could dark, pointed, round nipples standing on pink pillows of fat cause me so much excitement? They were my mother’s, and they were the same breasts I tasted in my first years of life. I slid off the bed, down upon my own knees and engulfed my mother’s tit as if I were still that original child. Her cool belly brushed gently against my bare chest as I milked her. My own nipples tensed with delight.

“Oh, honey, why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this with my son. I shouldn’t be letting you suck on my pretty tits, but I have to let you. It feels… necessary.” She took my head in her hands and pressed me to suck her other nipple. That breast filled my mouth with its smooth plumpness until my cock ached.

My body readied to cum. I was so inexperienced and so horny it readied to betray my building fantasy. I didn’t know anything about premature ejaculation, but I knew I didn’t want to learn. I sensed that I had finally begun to control my power. I could make my mother do anything I desired, but my desires were so strong my body wasn’t able to cope with them. Once more, I had to learn to control myself. I opened my jaws and freed my mother’s tits from their grasp.

“Step back a second, mom.”

She complied, dreamily. I rested my head on her shoulder, and simply hugged her. Our embrace continued to stimulate my straining dick, but less than when I was sucking her two nourishing mounds. I held her and thought only of warming her heart. I listened to her breath next to my ear. Her exhale was so hot and wet I shivered with expectation. I didn’t know how long I could last, trying not to accomplish too much too quickly. She spoke.

“The first time I felt your power, every cell in my brain was shouting to be fucked, but tonight I know just what I want, and the rest of me is simply watching. I-I know it’s my duty to stop this, but I can’t help myself.” Later, she told me she felt eager to do everything we were doing, but at the same time she was really disturbed that it was happening with her youngest son.

Something about her sincerity provoked me all over again. My cock shuddered with new life, and I wanted to tear into her skirt and stuff hard prick meat into her body. I lost focus. Images of fucking and sucking and cornholing my mother attacked me from every direction, from the floor, from the bed, in the closet, out in the hall with Lynn and Shell watching.

Mother suddenly growled and grabbed my jeans. She tugged their button hard enough to unsnap it and jam the zipper. I would have cum in my pants if she had undressed me so quickly. The jam put a cork in my imagination. Mother took a breath and tried again, pulling down the zipper and revealing my underpants.

“I’ve got to have it!” Mother shouted and hoisted me to my feet.

In a flash she dragged my shorts down and gobbled up my cock. I had to grab her head for balance. My fingers snared her long locks. She pushed into me, and I barely kept on my feet. Her mouth inhaled my dick, and her tongue slathered spit all over it.

“Momma, oh momma!” I groaned. I knew I had lost my concentration, but her mouth felt so good. My cock had never felt anything as slick and as hot as my mother’s mouth. I tried very hard to simply feel the electricity pulsing into me with her every lave. My thoughts focused themselves. Mouth on dick. Mother was sucking her son’s rampant dick. escort bayburt Her mouth stretched inside from my boner, and she gulped in the back of her gullet and stimulated me more.

I came like a jet engine firing up. My cum shot out of my balls and raced up my prick. Blasts of hot juice poured into the back of my mother’s mouth. Each shot echoed in my head like a cannon. I closed my eyes and watched flashes of fire explode inside my skull. More cum spewed forth. I had never spilled so much before. Her gulps were barely able to catch it. Cum leaked out of the right corner of her lips. She never stopped sucking me, still moaning with need.

I fell back onto the bed and let her continue sucking. I couldn’t think of anything except replaying the loop of intense joy she had given me. Her mouth pumped my cock for another two minutes before I grew limp. Each minute was ten of sheer bliss.

I heard her speak. She had stopped sucking on me, but she remained kneeling at my feet.

“Never do this to your sisters.” I could barely hear her. Her voice was ragged from her exertion. She started crying. “Jules, I don’t know what to do.” She hung her head and wept on my knee.

“You have to help me mother. I’m only a child, your son. I may sound brave, but I’m afraid. I tried to control it, but it was so intense, I couldn’t keep my head.”

Mother looked up at me, cheeks flush and damp. Her mouth broke a grin, and she laughed. “I-I did.” She allowed herself that laugh and let it grow for a moment, meeting my eyes with an unexpected sparkle. I was too pooped from my orgasm to react. I managed to stroke her long, brown hair.

“Oh honey, I can’t help you with this. My heart is breaking. I love you, but I hate your power. It’s beyond all reason. My life is based on understanding the world and shaping it the way I want. The last couple nights forced me to realize my own son can shape me anyway he chooses.”

“But If I don’t choose,” I interrupted her. “You’ll go mad.” I told her about how I have to focus my power or it causes uncontrolled lust. She listened patiently. I found myself staring at her bare tits. Neither of us had remembered them until the vapor in my head cleared. Her breasts were two pillows so soft they hung a bit. Her nipples were large and very dark compared to her off-pink flesh. I forgot what I was saying and wished I could touch them.

“Jules,” She said firmly. “stop that. Think about dull things. You’ll excite yourself again.” Mother began inserting her tits back into her bra and close her blouse. She was too late.

I could feel new blood rushing back into my prick. I simply leaned over and kissed my mother on her forehead. She looked up from her task to glare at me, and I kissed her on her lips. My cock began throbbing.

Mother’s eyes grew large and she tried covering her tits with her arms and holding on to her blouse for grip. Springing to her feet, she backed away. “I can’t take this!” She cried.

But my cock was already full. Her eyes lost their purpose and her arms weakened. I was very precise with my thoughts.

“How can this be? You’re just looking at me, but I can almost hear what you’re thinking. I have to take off my clothes. Please Jules, don’t make me undress in front of you. You’re my son.”

“Unzip your skirt.” Mother wasn’t the only one under the power of my cock. Now that I had fucked my mother’s mouth. I wasn’t going to enjoy my second boner the same way.

She tried to turn away and run out the door, but she didn’t even make it to profile. Her arms fells at her sides and her bloused opened. One of her tits was still bare. I reached out my hand.

Mother looked away, but she stepped closer. Her hands were busy with her skirt. It only took her a second to push them over her hips. “Please Jules, I beg you. Let me go.”

When she stepped close enough, I touched her nipple. It sprang erect. My fingers closed around my mother’s soft flesh, and I pushed my palm gently into it. I watched her push her skirt down to her feet. My gaze locked onto her control top girdle. Mother wasn’t a heavy woman, but she was very womanly shaped. Her hips were wider than my thighs, and when she moved close enough I could hug her waist.

My arms encircled her. I said, “Take off your shirt and bra.” I imagined her doing just that. I pressed the side of my face into her belly as I hugged and sniffed her loins. She was ripe with heat and musk. I didn’t like her smell at first, but I wasn’t planning on putting my face any closer. Her bra fell on my naked back.

“You have to let mommy go, so she can take off her undies.” She spoke darkly this time, full of breath.

I concentrated on her girdle and her stockings and her panties, one at a time. I released her hips and scooted back on my mother’s bed. I watched her slowly unroll each garment. First she peeled her girdle off like a thick rubber band rolled down a shapely newspaper. Then she palmed the tops of her nylons and rolled them into donuts down the length of her statuesque legs. She leaned over gracefully, and I could see her rear, a tantalizing moon of full glory. When the tops of her stockings rolled to her ankles she quickly pulled one off of her foot then the other. She raised and grasp her panties. I might have enjoyed a slow strip tease more, but when her cunt hair, brown and thick, piled out I forgot her panties and looked directly at her pussy. It was magnificent!

The hair might have belonged to a black woman. It kinked like slim lathe curls, but her hair was so fine it looked like an airbrushing hiding the bayburt escort bayan cleft in her hips. I could make out just the ends of her thick labia, but no more of her cunt could I see. Mother stumbled and crashed to the bed. I rolled away just in time. With my thoughts now on her cunt, I had forgotten to maintain my thoughts on her underwear. Mother stopped disrobing with her panties at her ankles. When her sex fogged mind re-targeted her loins, her weight shifted and she tripped and fell.

“Oh, I’m burning up inside!” She moaned. Both her hands had found cunt, and they dug frantically between her legs. She looked around for me. “Come help me with my fire, Jules!”

“Yes mother.” I answered instantly. But she lie on the bed behind me, and I had to scramble to face her. I might have lost my erection at my sudden comic mistake, but when I saw her naked length, her tits rolling as she panted, and her elbows quivering. I rushed to kiss her. My own mind solidified its resolve. I would have my mother.

Her face turned at my lip’s caress. “I’m going mad, son.”

I saw new tears in her eyes.

“Help me out of this. Please!”

“I’ll help you mother. I’ll help. Open your knees and let me in.”

“No, please.”

I crawled on top of her and my left hand grabbed a tit. I sucked the nipple of her other breast, and I massaged them while I straddled her. I concentrated every thought on her furry cunt. I imagine my dick hewing into her flesh. I was rampant with desire.

I felt her legs kicking, and for a second I wondered if she was fighting it, until I heard her kick off her panties. Then my mother spread her legs like a Japanese picture fan. I rushed to her center. I hugged my arms around her waist and I brought my cock into position.

“Fuck me son! Ohh, I can’t refuse you.” Her hand grabbed my turgid shaft and she pulled on it, straight into her cunt! She was so wet, I barely felt myself enter, until my cock was surrounded by smooth, liquid heat.

“Aaahhhh, ooohh, yes.” Mother cooed. Her hands gripped my asscheeks and dug in. I yelped. ‘Fuck me honey. You can do it, for momma.”

Needing no further urging my body lunged into her. I felt my cock hit its limit and I withdrew, without timing or rhythm I thrust my dick into my mother’s pussy and pulled out again. Each motion sent shivers through my body. My mind tried to wander, but I was adamant. I couldn’t slip up now.

I was fucking my mother. I started a beat with my hips pushing into my mother’s body and pulling out and then repeating. I lay my cheeks on her breasts and concentrated. I could hear my mom’s heart beat.

“I need you to fuck me so bad. You shouldn’t be doing this. We mustn’t.” Her words were at odds with each other, but mother wasn’t confused, far from it. I later learned, when I concentrated on my fantasies, my subjects were freer to be themselves. My ability acts like a radio transmitter. If I let the frequency drift all over the spectrum it causes interference, noise. Women are overwhelmed with sensation. But when I stay focused, they can think quite clearly while they obey me. I don’t control their minds so much as direct them, the clearer the directions, the clearer their own thoughts.

“God, you’re driving me wild!” Mother pushed back at my motions, impaling herself deeper upon my cock. I thought my brain was about to melt and puddle in the back of my mouth.

“Mother, forget about everything. Just fuck me.”

“I am fucking you, my son, my filthy, sick son. Your cock is in my cunt, and your mind is in my head. It’s all clear to me what kind of son I have.”

“What?”

“Motherfucker!” She reared up on from underneath and began to yell. “Oh god, I’m cuummmmminnng!!!” her body shook and erupted like a guttering torch snapped to full fuel. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!!!”

I wasn’t quite there, but her shouts pushed me to the edge. “Yes mother, cum! You’ll love it. You’ll always love me fucking you. I know it.” I cried back and let my mom heave our bodies in unison. My cock was about to explode.

Her own climax waned, new spasms shaking her less and less. I pumped my seven inches for all they were worth, and mother moaned beneath me. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pressed myself deep and my body erupted. I felt the collapsing wave of my lust crash through my skeleton, and my loins blasted jet after jet of hot sperm into my mother’s cunt. It filled her up and spilt back out around my dick. I was yelling at my mom, telling her to fuck me harder. I beat her arms with my fists and I bit into her left tit. She yelped but barely moved. Her own orgasms swept her brain of all harm. My balls were the last things to move, lurching a few final pools of cum into the spread fuck box I called my mother.

We rested for a few seconds, and I felt my dick wilting inside her. I didn’t not consider the aftermath. I laid, eyes closed, along the length of her sturdy body. She began to wriggle. I must have weighed more than she had guessed. Instead of relaxing or trying slightly harder, she reached up and shoved my shoulder and she twisted her naked figure roughly. I fell beside her, and I blinked.

“Huh?” My mind was barely aware of our circumstances. Mother established them with two words.

“Get out! Get out of my house!” She yelled at me. My eyes flew open, and I saw her, livid. Her cheeks ran with tears, and her eyes were frightful. She opened her mouth again, but she didn’t need to repeat herself. She spoke wordlessly. “YEAAHHHGGG!!”

I spun on the bed and fell to the floor. Instantly, I was on my feet. Mother scrambled to the edge of her bed and glared. “I hate you!”

“Tell me that in the morning.” I managed to say, backing away and fleeing her room. I heard her door slam behind me right when I reached mine.

Shooting Matt Ch. 27

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Randy and Kent make a video. Time moves along. Darren returns.

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Even though she fully expected the result, Glenna burst into tears when she turned the white stick over and saw the two pink lines. Leon pulled her close with one arm. His choked voice made it difficult to whisper all that was in his heart. She squeezed him back, letting him know she didn’t need his words; she knew what was in his heart. She dashed the tears off her cheeks with her fingertips and they stood. They made their way down to the gift shop. Mary Beth and Rosalina saw the news in her eyes and promptly burst into tears themselves. Even Leon’s cheeks were damp. So? Even avuncular stoics have emotions, they simple guard who they share them with.

The Fourth past quietly. Glenna made an appointment with her family physician. He ran his own test using the same brand of little white stick. He explained to her that she would be considered high risk, given her age. He went over a schedule of testing, blood work, and ultrasounds. He could do the blood work through his office but he would send her to see a specialist in high-risk pregnancies in Pittsburgh for the ultrasounds. He recommended she consider delivering there, in Pittsburgh. That was, more likely than not, over-kill but he hated to take any risks that could be avoided.

Matt and Liam spent July in their own world. Matt spent long hours with Leon in the weight room and in the water, Liam somewhat less. Nonetheless, Liam was in better shape than at any other time in his life. Dr. Price had been pleased with the MRI of Matt’s back. He wanted to see him in early August, right before Matt had to report back to the team but he was no longer worried that Matt would not be ready. Neither was Matt, he felt stronger than ever, he was swimming better than ever. He could see, almost literally, in his mind a gold medal around his neck next year. He left the mundane tasks of setting up the apartment to Liam. Their new landlady had adopted them. They were a little worried they were spending more time at her house than their apartment; it was a good worry to have. Matt made sure Liam understood how much he appreciated him dealing with all this, not just in bed but with little gestures and random silly gifts. Liam had been blown away by the video but he didn’t care for Matt’s suggestion that they make money by becoming gay cam stars.

Randy roamed the upper Midwest but made sure he was back in Pittsburgh or the resort a few days every couple of weeks. As July baked into August, he was done with the roaming. Now came the sorting, grading, and composing. Most of those days were spent at the resort as he, Leon, and Glenna walked around the resort making plans for the winter and renovation. Glenna had, essentially, ceded the running of the bakery to Mary Beth. Randy could barely recognize the woman he’d once been in love with. Rosalita and Liam had taken over the snack bar. Randy was beginning to wonder if Liam’s plan to become a nurse was a mistake; the kitchen seemed his true element. Kent was there a great deal of the time. He didn’t say much but if he offered a suggestion, it was a good one. After a few visits, he was still quiet but no longer felt left out of the group.

Glenna talked to Kate at least once a week. Her classes were going great. Roy was good, working too hard, but good. They loved the house. They made plans for Glenna and Leon to spend a few days with them. They’d drive up after Glenna’s OB visit in Pittsburg, make a mini-vacation of it. Kate could barely keep from blurting out her own news.

***

“Jeez, Liam, you studying already?” Matt is standing drying his hair with a towel. He’s naked. He had honored Liam’s request to not shave his cock and balls or his armpits. There’s not a lot of hair but what has grown in is fucking hot, or so Liam feels. When he reports back for training, the pit hair will go, and the crotch will need a bit of manscaping, but Liam has convinced him to leave a patch peeking above the top of his suit. Liam draws the line at becoming a cam star but if someone wants to pay Matt to do some modeling, well fuck yeah.

Liam is sitting crossed-legged in the bed surrounded by books. He’d stopped at the Student Union on his way back from one of his trips dealing with the apartment and meeting with his new advisor and bought his textbooks early. He told himself it was to avoid the crowds before classes started but, in truth, he’s panicking a little. He’d taken advanced chemistry in high school but that was a couple of years ago. He’d aced it but flipping through the college chemistry text in his lap is making him nervous. Matt sees the worry in his eyes.

He drapes his towel over his shoulder and crosses the small room to the bed. He takes the text from Liam’s lap, marks his place with one of the blank index cards strewn about the bed, and closes it. He stacks the chemistry, cellular biology text, and human anatomy and physiology text beside the bed, before kissing Liam on the forehead.

“Lie on your stomach.”

Liam does as he’s asked and Matt, kneeling Betturkey beside his lover, kneads the tension out of his shoulders and back. One thing leads to another and, not surprisingly, they make slow, gentle love to each other. They cuddle together in the drowsy after-glow and Matt tells him he’ll do great, he’ll be fine, not to worry so much. Liam believes him. They rest and when he takes Matt’s cock into his mouth, Liam’s mind is at peace.

***

Kent and I are lying atop a sheet on the air mattress, the camp cot is only big enough for one. The flaps of the tent are open and there’s a breeze but it feels like the air is coming straight out of one of Nena’s ovens. The breeze is so dry and hot I can feel my body desiccating under its touch. I distract myself by kissing the sweat off Kent’s chest. I wiggle and clench the muscles in my ass, trying to re-awaken the sensation of being filled by his dick.

“Poor baby,” I murmur, my lips pressed to his chest. “You’re overheated. I don’t want you to get heat stroke.” I kiss my way up his neck and along his hair line. He’s drenched in sweat. His skin is hot against my lips. I sit up. “I’m not kidding. You’re too hot. Come on, hide that beautiful dick of yours inside your swimming trunks. We need to get you cooled off.” He lies there smiling at me. “Seriously, Kent,” I tell him, standing and pulling my own trunks on over my boner. “Come on. I’ll get you a bottle of water out of the cooler. Let’s get you in the lake.”

“Okay, okay,” he sighs, sitting up and pushing himself off the air mattress. “I am hot but you’re so cute when you worry I didn’t want to stop you.”

He chugs half the bottle and pours the rest over the back of his head and neck, shivering. He’s still naked, which I don’t mind at all, but I worry someone will get a stick up their ass about it. He shakes the water out of his hair and steps into his swim trunks. Despite his lavish use of sun screen, he’s gotten tan. I love the pale white of his ass framed by his tanned back and legs. We hold hands on the way to the dock. If someone wants to get a stick up their ass about that — fuck ’em.

The water is delicious. The surface is warm but duck down a few feet and the sun has yet to banish the chill. The swim platform is covered with kids, mostly teenagers. “Hey, you want to go kayaking? There’s a place I’d like to show you.”

“Sure, sounds great.”

We climb up the ladder at the end of the dock. “We’ll need sun screen and a couple towels. You want to go grab them or sign out the kayaks?” I pause and look at him. “Or, would you rather take the canoe? It’s not being used.”

“I’ll grab the towels,” Kent decides. “Let’s take the canoe and I’ll bring the small cooler with some water.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Rosalita is in the snack shop. Fernando is sitting in his high chair scrawling away with the stub of a crayon at the maze on the kid’s menu. He appears to have elected to fill in the maze and walk out atop the thick layer of waxy black crayon. Mary Beth appears from the kitchen. I consider asking her if she wants to join us and decide not to, maybe another time. She and Kent don’t seem to have a problem with each other. She told me she likes him and I believe her. When we were together she never suggested a threesome with another woman but she and Rosalita spend a lot to time together. To say nothing of the way they smile when they see each other. I remind myself to pick at Glenna, make sure she’s not holding out on me.

Kent is waiting when I go back outside. We put a heavy layer of sun screen on, put the stuff in the canoe, and push off. I take him to the rock slide, to the east side, the side not accessible by the trail. The scrubby trees are a bit worse for the hot weather.

I find a broken branch and pick it up. “Follow me, watch out for snakes.” At the mention of snakes his face falls. “Where are we going, Randy?” I point up the hill. “Not far. It’s not as bad as it looks. I haven’t seen any snakes but it’s hot and they’ll be trying to stay cool under rocks or brush. Just be careful where you put your hands and feet. I’ll go in front.” He looks dubious but nods. I make my way up to the rock wall. “This is the only tricky part and it’s not that bad. Just be careful, the edges of the rock are sharp. I’ll go first.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“It’ll be fine, Kent. Would I let Liam, do it? Probably. He’s a careful sort. The far side of the slide is a different story. Unfortunately, that’s the side the trail leads to. I would not mess around on the rocks on that side. Over here, this wall is part of the ridge; it’s not going anywhere. From the top of it you can make it to the giant boulder I showed you from the lake. It ain’t going anywhere either. It’s a great view and I think it’ll be a great place to spread out our blankets and relax, especially now, with the sun finally not blazing down directly on us.”

He doesn’t reply. I take that as consent and begin to climb the short stretch of wall. I make it to the top without peeling back one of my toenails this time, so that’s a plus. I turn around Betturkey Giriş and lie down on top of the rough stone and hold my hand out to Kent. “Here, grab ahold.” He shakes his head. “No, I’d rather have both hands free.” He proceeds to zip up the rock face likes he’s a monkey or something.

“Have you climbed before?” I ask him as he stands up. “No, not really. Fooling around at the gym but not for real,” he answers. I pat him on the shoulder. “Well, you learned something. I’m sorry if I sounded patronizing.”

“You didn’t. Come on, show me this view.”

I lead him across the few remaining rocks and we’re on top of the big one. This time I walk to the edge and look over. I see a few rocks under the water. I don’t see any that I think I would have hit if I’d jumped that time. Although, for a hallucination, the train engineer seemed to have been right most of the time. Okay, I’m not jumping off this rock, I tell myself.

“You’re right, it is a great view,” Kent says, looking around. He walks over to the west side of the slide and looks down. “This is what Matt and Liam climbed? Are they insane?” He turns to look up the ridge. The foliage is thicker and browner and dustier than the last time I was up here but you can still make out stretches of the trail as it snakes down toward the lake. While Kent is exploring, I spread our blankets out. I shed my trunks and cover my junk and ass with sunscreen. I don’t want anything down there blistering.

Kent’s eyes widen a bit when he turns around but he doesn’t say anything. He takes off his trunks, lotions up, and lies down beside me. “I should point out,” he whispers as he settles himself, “sunscreen doesn’t taste very good. So, if you were planning on getting me high on sunshine and then getting your dick sucked, no dice.”

“Well, I guess I’m shit out of luck then.”

“For now, perhaps,” Kent chuckles.

We don’t spend much time atop the rock. Even though the afternoon is wearing down, the sun is still hot. After fifteen minutes, twenty tops, I concede that this was a bad idea and stand up.

“Come on, Kent. This was a stupid idea. The sun is baking my brain. Let’s go back down and swim.”

“Fine by me.”

The trip down is uneventful, mostly. I spot a rattler, way off our trail, curled up under an overhanging rock. I almost let it slide but I want Kent to know what to watch out for. I point it out. He clutches my arm the rest of the way down to the lake. I know, without him saying a word, that I’ll never get him on top of the rock again. I’m thinking hiking and camping may not be high on the list of things we do together.

“Bud, you’re a farm kid. You must have seen plenty of snakes, maybe not rattlers but still.”

“So? I’m terrified of snakes.”

“No worries,” I tell him as I wrap him up in my arms. “I’m not too keen on spiders. You take care of them. I’ll watch for snakes.”

“Spiders? Really?”

I’m not but it seems like an acceptable white lie, so I nod.

The water feels good after the sun. We cool off and then sit on two of the larger, and exceedingly uncomfortable rocks to dry off. We haven’t bothered with our trunks, it’s so quiet and we’d seen no one canoeing or kayaking anywhere near the rock slide. I pull him to his feet and hug him again, rubbing my cock against his. We move back a little, so we’re not right out in the open. I check carefully for snakes. Kent leans his butt against a rock and I sink onto my haunches.

His cock tastes of lake water at first. As I suck his cock, the taste of dick and pre-jizz, starts to come through. He runs his fingers through my hair as I deep-throat his cock, holding him deep in my throat for long moments. I can breathe but I can’t swallow and spit begins to run off my chin. I sink to my knees, managing to miss any sharp stones. I tilt my head back, offering him my mouth. He understands. We’re learning to read each other’s signals. He begins to fuck my mouth. I can feel my own spittle flung onto my chest as his thrusts shake me. He hits the back of my throat a little too hard and I gag. He slows for a second to make sure I’m okay and then begins to push his cock deep into my throat again.

When he uses my mouth like a cunt in this way, my hands are free. I pinch, pull, and twist my nipples. I can tell by his pace he’s close to cumming. He stops thrusting and lets the head of his cock rest on my outstretched tongue. He strokes his cock until he cums. We’ve fucked and sucked so much the past couple of days, there’s not much cum but what there is I swallow greedily.

When his breathing slows, Kent helps me to my feet. He wipes my chest and chin before kissing me. He reaches for my cock but I pull my hips back. He looks at me puzzled. I smile. “I have an idea.”

***

Kent nixed my original suggestion. It was too close to the hospital where he worked. We stopped at a couple other places on the outskirts of town before finding a spot that looked like it would work. We entered separately. After getting a discrete okay from Kent, I order. I make sure the messenger bag over my shoulder, hides Betturkey Güncel Giriş the front of my shorts. I’m not wearing underwear and the anticipation of what I plan to do is already making my dick hard. There are eight tables in a half-assed nook, four to a side, each seating two. I pick one of the tables near the waist-high wall that separates the tables from the rest of the coffee shop. Kent sits on the opposite side and one table down. I sip my coffee and pull out my phone. I made sure it’s muted and open the browser. I guess Kent doesn’t like the angle because he moves over a table. He pulls out his phone. He holds it up, moving it around, as if he’s looking for a signal. He’s not. He’s taking a video of the place, being careful I hope, to keep my face out of the shots. I have a baseball cap pulled low but I don’t want to take any chances.

I watch myself, on my phone, jerking off in a grocery store. My cock, already hard at the idea grows even stiffer. I set my coffee mug down, still staring at my phone and drop my arm to my crotch. I’ve sat so that my right arm is next to the wall, offering a bit of privacy. I do my best not to look at Kent. Most people will know this was set up but it’s nice to allow them the option of imagining it was spontaneous. I simply need to trust that he’s catching me rubbing my hardon through my shorts. I do that for a few moments, then take a few more sips of my coffee. As I do, a middle-aged woman chooses the table directly opposite me. She sits along the wall, facing me. I can see her crotch beneath her table. I’m gambling that the way I’m turned she can’t see mine. I notice Kent moving the phone around, doing the I-need-a-better-signal trick again and I know he’s recording the fact that she’s sitting there.

My hand goes back under my table. I pull the loose waistband of my shorts down and my cock springs free. As I watch a loop of myself jerking off on my phone, that’s what I start to do under the table. When a man walks past, looking for a table, I pause but don’t put my cock away. He goes to the far end and sits at the table next to Kent. If he looks in my direction, he’ll see me. I feel my heart rate kick up a notch. My hand covers my cock but I hold off on pulling the top of my shorts back up. I glance up and casually scan the room. The new guy, a budding young professional no doubt, is sipping his coffee and, of course, looking at his phone. I can see Kent eyeing him out of the corner of his eye. Kent’s phone looks to be pointed under my table. The other guy glances up, catching me looking at him. I hold his eye for a second, then look back at my phone. I take a sip of coffee. When I glance over the top of my phone, the young professional is looking at me over the top of his phone. While his eyes are on my face, I move my hand away from my cock.

I can see him jump a bit when he happens to glance down. The fact he looks at my crotch at all confirms my impression that he’s interested. This is not part of our plan. Kent was going to video me jerking off under the table at a restaurant. That’s it, nothing more. But, you know, the best laid plans, etc, etc.

The young professional, the YP for brevity’s sake, doesn’t do anything. I twitch my cock. He keeps watching. I rub my finger up and down the shaft. Kent shifts, drawing YP’s attention. YP glances at Kent, who doesn’t look away from his phone. I see YP’s eyes widen and know he’s noticed that Kent isn’t reading emails, or surfing Reddit, he’s videoing me playing with my dick. I have no idea if he realizes Kent is with me or not. He glances back at me, back at Kent. When his eyes settle on me again, or my cock at least, I begin to stroke it.

The lady across from me is oblivious. She has a laptop open and a folder of papers beside it. She only has eyes for her work.

I glance back and it’s my turn to be startled. YP is squeezing the crotch of his pants. I can’t really beat off. I keep my motions slow and steady, no noise. I can, however, run the palm of my hand over the head of my cock. I can rub the tip of my forefinger over the slit. YP gets up, coffee cup in hand. I stop and cover my cock. He walks over and re-seats himself at the table beside me. He looks at me in an almost challenging way. I use my foot to pull the other chair at my table over a little. The empty messenger bag I’d used for camouflage is sitting on its seat. I move it so it is in the line of sight of the woman engrossed in her spreadsheets. I make sure it’s not in Kent’s way and I breathe a silent wish that he’ll be okay with this. My hand leaves my cock. I switch my phone to my right hand.

Still looking towards my phone but actually keeping an eye on the woman across from me, I reach over and put my left hand on YP’s crotch. He doesn’t pull away. I squeeze his cock. It feels like a nice one. I feel his hand near mine, followed by the sound of his zipper. He goes incredibly slow, still the sound seems as loud as a chain saw in my ears. Ms. Spreadsheet doesn’t even glance up. I put a couple of fingers inside the open fly and touch his cock through his underwear. His hand moves mine aside. I sense more than see him fumbling. When I move my hand back, I feel the warm skin of his bare cock jutting from his fly. Watching the woman while pretending to be looking at my phone, I start to jerk him off. As with my own cock, I can’t go fast or hard. It doesn’t matter.