Chapter 3

It seemed like Kerry had just gone to bed when his alarm clock started its infernal buzzing sound. He stretched and looked up at the window. The sun was bright in the window and he smiled to himself. This had been a week that only one could find in dreams or in the Hollywood studios. He had found someone, and so far his quest for the summer was moving ahead like he never imagined. Today was Friday and tomorrow morning he would be heading for almost two weeks of camping with Mike, Trey and Brett.

Since that first night at the pond, he hadn’t been able to duplicate the night, but then the guys did have an image to protect. They had gone cruising several times, but there was always some other’s tagging

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along. He was afraid most of those times, in case he said something wrong, but so far, knock on wood; he had been able to keep his head. It wasn’t easy though, especially with Mike always next to him. He couldn’t get enough of that guy, and the way he smelled always gave him one mother fucking hard on. He sure had hoped, each time they went out, that he would be able to ease that ache like he had the first night, but so far it just hadn’t happened.

Kerry found it hard to share Mike. He wasn’t used to this whole scene and he had no past experience on how to cope with it. This was really true the way the girls always crowded around them, and he hated the way Mike would play up to them, even going so far as to kissing a few of them. Man it would get his goat, but he didn’t know what he could do. Mike had a rep to protect, and he certainly didn’t want to be the one to blow it for him, or himself as he thought that one out.

Kerry didn’t know how to deal with it and it had led to some words the other night, but he was sure it was over with. Mike had explained, rather pointedly, that this was the way it was and he wasn’t going to change, so either Kerry got used to it or else. He was scared when Mike had said that, but at the end of the night, Mike gave him one nice long kiss as he had dropped him off and even squeezed his package, telling him how he couldn’t wait to get out to the bush so they could be together. That had softened Kerry’s anger and fear and he had spent the night dreaming of nothing but the upcoming camping trip and his Mike. His for almost two solid weeks.

Kerry finally got himself out of bed. Today he had to get ready, get his gear together and pack everything he was going to take. He needed to gather his clothes, his supplies and all of the other essentials. Mike was supposed to call him after lunch too so he thought he should get a move on.

He was heading off to the bathroom when he jumped. There was a tap at his window and he spun around, startled. He looked and there was Mike, grinning from ear to ear as Kerry was not wearing anything, and he did have his morning hard on.

Quickly he ran to the window, and opened it from the safety latch and stepped back as Mike climbed inside. He was really grinning and instead of saying a word, he leaned over and pulled Kerry close to him, and planted one huge kiss smack on his lips.

Mike kissed him hard, and his tongue was prodding him and Kerry opened his mouth to receive this morning surprise. They kissed hard, and as Kerry drank this all in, he could feel Mike move one hand down to his crotch, and gently start to stroke his erect penis. He made it jerk with the touch of his fingers, and Kerry was so stunned by this visit, that he could almost feel his balls tighten, ready to release their night load.

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Mike stopped, and pushed them apart, as if he had sensed that Kerry was close to spurting. He grinned at him and told him to go get cleaned up, they had things to do, that is, if Kerry wanted to tag along. Like as if there was any other answer but YES!

Kerry was rushing; he turned the shower on as he carried on a conversation with Mike outside the bathroom door. They talked about getting the canned stuff together and Mike said he would check over Kerry’s camping gear to see what he should bring.

As he climbed into the shower he felt so damn hot. Man, what a shock to wake up and find his dream man outside his window. He smiled as he started to lather up when the shower stall door slid open and there stood Mike, naked!

Kerry almost choked on a mouthful of spray as he watched Mike climb into the shower.

“Don’t mind some company do you?” he asked.

Kerry didn’t say anything; he just reached out and pulled Mike towards his chest. He was so much in love that he didn’t even understand how one minute he could be mad at him, and then another aching for his touch.

They came together as if one, and the small shower seemed to be a giant ballroom with only the two dancers on the floor. They kissed gingerly now, taking their time as the hot water cascaded down on them, drenching them both but hardly being noticed as they fought to see whose tongue would win in the battle of taste.

They kissed deeply, and as Mike won the war of tongues, Kerry figured it was his turn to start the next war. His hands moved down the sides of Mike, the soap making it feel so different, and so hot. He moved his hands downwards on either side until he reached Mike’s waist and then he started to push in, in towards the hard cock sticking into his own crotch.

His hands found the hot dick, and with each touch of his soapy fingers he could feel the cock jump and a slight gasp from Mike. This was his turn, and he wanted it to last. He slowly pushed himself down now. Kissing Mike’s chin.

Then he started to kiss under the neck, the hot steamy water misting the air, making the stall hot. He kissed Mike’s hard chest now, feeling the wet matted chest hairs, then he moved to one side, his mouth around Mike’s erect nipple, and he bit it, not hard but enough to let him know he was there.

Mike groaned and pushed forward, pinning Kerry to the back of the shower stall now. Kerry slid over and duplicated the nip at the other nipple, being rewarded with another loud groan of pleasure from his man.

He then licked hard, sending Mike into a spasm of shivering. He licked downwards now, twirling his tongue all around the belly button, then darting it inside the button, which caused Mike to push again against him, the water now rushing along Kerry’s lips and Mike’s body.

Kerry could feel Mike was getting close. Man what a stud he thought, as he slid his face down now to the wet pubic hair. His tongue gently caressing the matted hair, the hot water spray beating on his face and on Mike’s hard body. He could feel the hot hard cock pushing against his chin, and he moved his hands now to firmly grasp Mike’s hot tight ass cheeks. He was getting excited as his mouth came closer to that hard jutting cock, but he kept himself under control, he wanted so much to make this the best sex that Mike had ever had in his life, and that would be hard, but he was giving it everything he had.

He could feel the urgency in Mike, he was pushing up with his hips as Kerry grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart now, and Mike moved his own hands backwards, to hold his own cheeks as Kerry, his heart pounding, inserted his one index finger, slowly into the warm moist hole, pushing it firmly but slowly inside. As his finger pushed past the tight sphincter muscle, he moved his face down, and in one motion engulfed the huge throbbing wet cock into his mouth. He swallowed it quickly, forcing his throat wide open as the pulsating cock sprang

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forward immediately upon feeling the warm moist mouth engulf it.

Mike thrust his hips forward as his cock entered Kerry’s hot mouth. Kerry banged his head against the shower with the force of it, but he hung on. He pushed his hand further into Mike’s willing asshole, now putting two of his long fingers deep into that waiting hole. He pushed in then pulled out in a fast rhythm, as Mike started to push in and out with his hips, fucking Kerry’s mouth and in less than a minute Mike was howling as his balls tightened up against his cock shaft, and with each hard thrust forward, they slapped against Kerry’s face.

Kerry felt a shudder go through Mike and he braced himself just in time as Mike gave one loud groan and then followed it with a hard push forward, driving his huge cock deep down into Kerry’s throat and as it brushed past the back of the throat, almost choking him, a hot liquid started to spurt out against the throat. Kerry swallowed quickly as the hot cum came flooding out in a large burst, almost drowning him. He kept his mouth tight on the wildly jerking cock, the balls slapping against his face, the hot shower spray beating his eyes and face, his hand pushed hard and tight into Mike’s ass.

Kerry’s fingers were deep inside Mike, his hand forcing Mike’s hot wet body to push hard against his face. The cock spurted again and again, and hot cum spilled out of the corner’s of Kerry’s mouth. There just was too much at once and he couldn’t swallow it fast enough.

The wild jerking inside his mouth slowed, and the pressure eased somewhat. Kerry relaxed his mouth and his fingers slid out of the tight hole, and as they plucked out, Mike pulled his cock out, slowly, letting Kerry’s lips lick it clean as it escaped to the watery mist engulfing the two boys.

As his cock left the cum filled mouth, Mike reached down and pulled Kerry up to him. He gently brought his face to Kerry’s, and with the warm spray bouncing off their joined bodies, he kissed Kerry full of the lips. A kiss that was not sexy, just very loving. It wasn’t a war to see whose tongue could win, or who could apply the most pressure, it was, as far as Kerry was concerned, the most erotic sensual kiss he had ever had or ever dreamed of having. It was so gentle, so loving, so warm and tender that his heart kept pounding inside his chest. His legs were getting even weaker from the kiss than they were from the taste of Mike’s cock in his mouth.

Mike gently pulled apart, looking hard and deep into Kerry’s soft eyes. He smiled and it sent a thrill down Kerry’s spine, a tingling that he had never really felt before. Who was this guy? This hot stud that everyone in town thought looked up to, admired, and wanted, and here he was, holding Kerry in Kerry’s shower. He smiled back to Mike and was rewarded with an even wider smile, and then Mike grabbed the soap and they soaped each other up, there hands never leaving the other’s

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body. Always, they were touching, and Kerry couldn’t believe the unreal feelings he was getting, from just being washed and just washing.

They hadn’t gone too far, before Kerry just couldn’t hold his own back. He pulled Mike close to him, his hard cock wedged up against their two stomachs. The sudden pressure was all he needed and in less than a second he moaned and his cock tried to dislodge itself from between the two hard bodies pressed on it.

It jerked hard and a small slapping sound could be heard as it swung against Mike’s flat stomach and as it hit, it let go, and a jet of hot cum flooded out, splashing against Mike’s stomach. It jerked a second time, before the first load had even hit the stomach to send a second equally powerful burst out, and as it did, Mike grabbed Kerry, crushing him even harder into his own body.

The sudden force drove what little air Kerry had in his lungs outwards. Kerry swooned in Mike’s grasp, his whole body weight now only being held up by the strong grip that Mike had on him. His cock shot again and once more, and Kerry could feel the sticky juice between them

Mike held onto Kerry, while he gathered himself. His breathing was hot and heavy, and very irregular. The heat from the action and from Mike on top of the heat from the shower had almost conspired to make Kerry faint.

Mike reached down, turning off the water and then he led Kerry out of the shower stall. He grabbed a towel, draping it over Kerry and then he started to slowly rub him dry. With every other rub, he reached across, still dripping, and kissed Kerry gently on the mouth.

Finally Kerry woke up to the action and he reached back towards the towel rack, getting one of his own and putting it over Mike and he too then started to rub Mike dry, also kissing him every few seconds. Just little pecks, yet it seemed to make them both even hornier than ever.

Finally toweled off, they moved out of the bathroom, without even noticing the water logged floor, and went back to the bedroom. Kerry noticed the pile of clothes just outside the door, where Mike had quickly dumped them in order to surprise Kerry in the shower.

He sat down on the bed, grinning at Kerry.

“How about tossing me those clothes there Kerr.”

Kerry did as he was asked, noticing that there was water around the door, and he turned to see that his carpet was also wet around the doorway.

“Hey, we soaked the place.”

“No fooling,” Mike retorted. “My fuckin’ shorts are wetter than if I had pissed in them. Toss me a pair of yours and then let’s clean it up before your folks find water dripping on them.”

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Kerry reached into his dresser and threw over a pair of blue nylon jockey’s and then grabbed a pair of black one’s for himself. He tugged them on and then together, they grabbed the towels and went back to the bathroom. They quickly managed to soak up the water on the floor and then it was time to get moving.

They dressed quickly, but they did it facing each other, matching the other’s move for move. If Kerry pulled on his left sock, so did Mike. If Mike pulled his jeans on with his right leg first, so did Kerry. It was like a ballet of dressing, and they laughed at it as they both tugged their t-shirts on. Mike reaching over, poking Kerry in the ribs sending him into a convulsion of laughing.

After a short tussle on the bed, with Mike tickling Kerry and vice versa, the two left the house, heading for Mike’s bike and a ride into town to get supplies for tomorrow’s camping trip.

They stopped by Carson’s and stocked up on some canned beans, corn, and even a whole slew of munchies. They arranged for them to be picked up later by Trey in his car.

After spending almost the whole morning getting together the basics, canned food, candles, and what not, they headed off to check over the camping gear. Mike suggested that they stop at his place first, to see what he had and then they could supplement it with what Kerry had.

This, ‘cause he was actually going to go to Mike’s place, excited Kerry. That was sacred territory and Mike warned him too, to be cool and keep his eyes elsewhere. Kerry nodded his agreement as Mike roared the bike’s motor and screeched out of town, heading towards his place.

The bike kicked up dust along the gravel road and talking was impossible. Finally they pulled into a long driveway and before them opened up a large grassy lot, with a huge old style white washed two level house in the background.

This was Mike’s place and there was a barn off to the left, with a pickup truck and two cars by the open door. Mike’s dad was a mechanic of sorts, well more than of sorts, he was a mechanic, but he also did farm equipment and a whole slew of other things to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. His son was the only one who showed any promise of leaving the town and being someone.

As they pulled in to the yard, they could see Mike’s younger brother Kenny standing by the pickup, his shirt off and his head under the hood. Mike roared up beside him and was laughing as Kenny hit his head on the hood by the sudden noise.

Kerry sat on the back, watching as Mike and Kenny horsed around. Punching each other on their shoulders and then finally the horse play ended as Mike’s dad came out of the barn, yelling out to see what all the

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noise was.

“Bout time you showed up son,” he yelled at Mike. “The truck isn’t running and I’ve got to go do a recall on that damn Ferguson truck thanks to your brother here. I expect more from you Mike, you can’t just run off and leave me high and dry.”

Mike hung his head down and mumbled an apology to his dad. He told him he was just getting the stuff together for the camping trip and lost track of time. His dad finally realized that Kerry was there.

“Hey,” he motioned then asked his son “what’s he doing here?”

“Just giving him a ride home, that’s all,” Mike replied.

Kerry sat there, a dumb look on his face and tears almost welling up in his eyes. He struggled to keep his composure, so as not to make the situation any worse for his Mike. How could his dad be so hard on him? It isn’t like he was the only son around and why did Mike have to be the one to cover for his brother’s? Man, and he thought he had it rough at home!

Kerry watched as Mike, his head lowered, went over to the truck and started to check out under the hood. Kenny told his dad that he could do it, and his dad just roared out at him, telling him to stop his whining and pay attention. He might learn something. Mike’s shoulder’s sagged as the tirade continued and he asked Kenny to get him some tool in order to end the verbal assault.

The two brothers worked on the truck for over an hour before Kenny finally was able to turn the motor over. It roared back to life and there was a great sigh of relief on his face. He walked over to his brother and hugged him.

The brotherly contact made Kerry wince, and a small tear came to his eyes. He never understood why Mike always seemed so much under the gun to succeed, and in this brief stop at his house, it all finally came rushing into him, why Mike was so secretive, why he was so anxious to always be away from town, and now Kerry had the answers, at least so he thought.

Finally Mike strolled back over to the bike, as if he had just remembered that Kerry was there, waiting.

“Sorry it took so long,” he said. “Come on into the barn and we’ll check out the gear.”

Kerry followed behind as Kenny was finishing putting the tools away, wiping them all off. He kept glancing towards Kerry and Mike, and then back to the house, as if waiting for something to happen.

For about 30 minutes they sorted out the camping gear, putting the stuff aside for what they were taking. There was a large tent; two winterized sleeping bags, two Coleman lanterns and three very large ice chests.

Just as they finished, Kenny walked in telling Mike that their dad

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would be coming back soon, and with those words of concern, Mike and Kerry strode out to the bike and roared out of the yard, heading down the old dirt road at a great clip of speed.

They rode hard and fast down the dirt road, then turning off onto another then another dirt road. Finally after almost an hour of high­speed racing, they slowed down and then came to a small clearing about 50 miles out of town.

Mike jumped off the bike, almost clipping Kerry with his leg as he strode over to the tree line.

His shoulders heaved a couple of times as Kerry slowly walked over to him, unsure of how to deal with this. It was a side of Mike he had never imagined nor knew how to deal with.

He walked up slowly, watching the shoulders heave from the heavy breathing and he gingerly touched the back of Mike.

With the touch, Mike twirled around, looking into Kerry’s eyes, as if to search for the comfort he so desperately desired and needed.

Kerry’s eyes welled up with tears and he reached out, pulling Mike into his chest and Mike put his head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around the slim waist of Kerry. He squeezed hard and buried his face in Kerry’s upper shoulder. Not crying but just digging in as if to yank out some measure of comfort.

They stood like that for a long time, off to the side of the road, near the trees. The wind was whistling quietly through the trees, and an occasional bird chirped off somewhere. Kerry felt so helpless but he also felt so much in love. He didn’t know what he could do to help, but he ached to take Mike’s pain away, yet he knew he couldn’t.

Finally Mike broke apart, and as he pulled away he looked long into Kerry’s eyes. He didn’t say anything, at least not with words, but his eyes told a whole story and finally he leaned back in, and kissed Kerry tenderly on the lips, then he was back to normal.

“Let’s go,” he said and so the two climbed back on the bike. As Kerry placed his arms around Mike’s slender waist, Mike grabbed his arms and sort of, well stroked them, then he gunned the bike and they were off again. This time though, they weren’t racing along and Mike seemed to gather strength as they approached town once more.

They drove into town and stopped at the burger barn for a drink and some fries then Mike took Kerry home.

It was almost 5pm when they pulled into Kerry’s driveway. He could see his dad’s pick-up truck out in front and knew that his parents were home.

They strolled into the kitchen, and hollered his “hello’s” and then took Mike down to the basement to show him his own camping gear.

While he was pulling out the gear, his own dad came down to see what they were up to. Kerry could feel the tension in Mike, his

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shoulders now squared, as if he was waiting for Kerry’s dad to start in like his had.

After some brief questions about what they were doing, Kerry’s dad left. As he climbed up the stairs, he turned back, and asked if they wanted to join the family for dinner.

Kerry was almost struck dumb by the question. It was almost like the first time his father had ever suggested something like that.

He didn’t know how to answer, when Mike looked up, and said, well if it was okay, yeah, sure he would like to.

Mike set aside another cooler and a lantern plus the portable stove that Kerry had. That was all they needed and he helped Mike as they took the gear upstairs, to set out on the back porch for tomorrow morning.

As they finished, he heard his mother calling them, telling them dinner was ready and to go wash up and come on into the dining room.

They quickly washed up in Kerry’s room and just as they were about to leave, Mike reached over and patted his ass, and then he spoke about how he hoped Kerry didn’t mind him staying for dinner but he just didn’t feel like going home right away. Kerry didn’t say much except that it wasn’t a problem and he threw a light shoulder punch at Mike and the two of them grinned at each other as they headed down the stairs to dinner.

“The floor dried nice,” Mike said as they entered the dining room.

Dinner seemed to drag for Kerry, fearing that somehow his parents or little brothers and sisters would embarrass him with Mike. Instead it turned out that Mike was the perfect dinner guest for his folks. He charmed his dad talking about politics and his mom about her social work effort.

He was a hit with his younger siblings too, treating them like equals and all the time Kerry kept a nervous eye throughout. He almost choked a few times when Mike told his mom how her decency committee had made a real impression on his football teammates.

Now there was a good one. Specially the part about how Trey was very impressed and quoted the discussion all through that week’s practice. Kerry wondered just how he quoted them, and what would his mom think if she knew what was going to happen on this camping trip? So much for the narrow view. Finally dinner ended and the Kerry almost ran out of the room upstairs, Mike trailing still talking with his dad.

Once they got upstairs Mike just grinned and said, “Well they seem nice.”

Kerry just hit him with a pillow from his bed shrieking “Nice? Listen to you, Oh Yes Mrs., we all did love that talk, it really made us aware, why you hypocrite!”

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Mike just laughed and tossed the pillow back.
“Gotta go,” Mike announced.
“Be ready at 5:30 Kerry, I’ll be outside then and we aren’t gonna

wait long, it is a long drive to the site we go to.” “Okay, I’ll be out back with the gear.” “Great, don’t sleep in now!” And with that Mike left. The bike roared into life and Kerry

watched the rear lights fade off into the night.

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