Chapter 6

Kerry started whistling as he gathered up some kindling and laid the fire. It started pretty easy, as the wood was pretty dry.

Kerry got a roaring fire going as the sun was finally starting to go down. He checked his watch to find that it was already after 7. It had been a long day and he was getting kind of sleepy. He still couldn’t believe that he was here all alone with Mike. Mike strolled out as the fire was crackling and dancing in the air. He smiled and had two beers in his hand. He tossed one over to Kerry and walked over to the fire. He just smiled and put his arm around Kerry’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

They took a swig each of their cold brews and then Mike suggested they go take a walk by the river. Kerry had no objections, and off they went, down the rolling slope of the grass, Mike holding Kerry’s hand, like a lover would.

They came to the river’s edge, and Kerry was struck by the way the water just seemed to suddenly be there, and then widen out. He could see the far shore, barely, and the sun was slowly sinking over the tall lush green trees.

The water was a shiny deep blue, and there was a small haze floating above the water, from the day’s heat. He wondered what it would be like for swimming when suddenly he felt a sharp jab in the small of his back.

Mike pushed hard, and Kerry went flying into the water, losing his footing, and fell face first into the cool water. He jumped up, soaked from head to toe and looked at Mike who was doubled over in laughter.

He walked down to give Kerry a pull up and as he clasped Kerry’s hand, Kerry yanked, pulling Mike towards him and as Mike stumbled forward, falling, he grabbed Kerry and this time they both fell back into the warm river water. They laughed and splashed each other, enjoying the warm wet water. Finally, Mike climbed up and started to undress. He stood, with his back to Kerry as he undid his shirt, tossing it onto a

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log by the sandy beach. Then his shoes were off, socks and then he slowly dragged his pants down his slender body, and as they passed his hot tight ass, he wiggled his butt and let out a coy laugh.

Kerry was sitting in the water watching the strip tease, and getting very excited, especially when Mike wiggled that cute ass of his. He laughed too and jumped.

Mike turned as Kerry approached and you could see the hard cock in those tight fitting jockey shorts. Kerry started to reach for that hard package when Mike skirted around, laughing at him, and teasing him. Kerry chased him around the beach somewhat, and finally gave up. There was no way he could catch the star quarterback, he was just too fast.

Mike stood by the water’s edge now, taunting Kerry.

“Come on, Boy. Catch me if you dare!” he yelled.

Kerry tossed his own clothes-shirt, pants, shoes, socks-onto the same log, next to Mike’s discarded clothes and then he stood there, his hands on his hips, looking at Mike.

“Catch me if you dare!” Kerry yelled back and with that he started to grind his hips from side to side, letting Mike watch his own gyrations. Mike had his eyes glued now to Kerry’s own hard package, and he just grinned as he looked up into Kerry’s deep blue eyes. He splashed some water at Kerry then he quickly removed his underwear, tossing them to Kerry and then he turned and dived into the river, swimming away.

Kerry caught the flying underwear, and his cock jerked in his own briefs, as his nostrils flared, filling his lungs with Mike’s scent. Man that boy was hot, as he tossed the underwear down, then stripped his own off and bounded down to the river, to chase Mike in the water.

He splashed out to see Mike’s head disappear under the water and he started to tread water, waiting for Mike to reappear.

Suddenly Kerry felt something touch his legs, then he felt something wrap around his hips and he was being pulled under the water. He sputtered as his head was pulled under. He popped back up to the surface, spitting water and there was Mike, howling with laughter and then he started to splash more water into Kerry’s face. They splashed and swam around in the early evening light, doing what all kids do in water. Finally, Mike headed for shore, and he got up to the beach, and lay there, propped on his arms behind his back, watching Kerry sputter and splash as he too left the watery playground, to sit on the still warm sand.

Kerry was panting from his exertion, and laughing too. He had never felt this way before. Sure he had horsed around with the guys in the pool, down at the local swimming hole, but this was so different. It wasn’t that he was naked, or that Mike was naked, it just was that, well, Kerry was in love. He more or less crawled up onto the beach, sitting

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up next to Mike, their bodies barely touching. Mike reached across and placed Kerry’s head down onto his chest as he lay back onto his own back now. They stared up as the first stars were starting to become visible, and Mike started talking.

Mike started talking about how he wished he lived in a big city, but how he would miss the country, how school was a drag, and how he couldn’t wait to leave for college.

As he talked, he stroked Kerry’s wet hair, gently patting him. He had such a nice voice, it was more southern in nature than northern, and it had a musical quality to it. He just talked about how Oregon was exciting, and how he couldn’t believe how lucky he was going to be to have friends there,like Trey and Brett. Then, he stopped patting Kerry’s head.

Mike got very quiet, and Kerry sensed that there was more to come, but not right now. He snuggled into Mike’s body, shivering a little, and was rewarded by Mike’s strong arm wrapping around him, pulling him inside, tight to his warm body. They just lay there, watching the sun sink down well behind the trees across the river. The stars were out in force and a pale sliver was starting to rise in the sky, which was the moon.

A gentle breeze started to come in off the water, and the two boys dragged themselves up from their daydreams. They pulled their jeans on and Mike stood up stretching. He took hold of Kerry’s hand and led him off down the river’s edge, walking and saying nothing, just holding his hand tight, as if it was his lifeline.

Kerry felt very warm, even though he knew it was getting cooler. The touch of Mike’s strong grip made him wince but it also sent a whole mixed bag of emotions through him. He felt needed, felt like someone cared and wanted him, something he hadn’t really ever felt before. This wasn’t just a sex thing, he was sure of that, and he was scared. Could he live up to what Mike needed? Was he good enough?

Sure, he had a pretty decent body and he wasn’t lacking in the sex equipment department, at least judging by the way Mike had acted. Why else would he have brought him here? Finally they returned to their campsite, the fire now nothing but smoldering embers.

Mike quickly got it back to a roaring blaze, and they sat at its edge, arms around each other, watching the flames do their wild dance just for them.

Kerry’s stomach started to groan and growl, sending Mike into a spasm of laughter, breaking the quiet mood he had been in since the beach.

With twinkling eyes he said “Guess we better get some food into you or you’ll be keeping me up all night with that noise.”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Kerry replied.

“Well, you go dig up some canned stuff and I’ll get the stove ready.

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Oh yeah, bring a couple of beer with ya, ‘kay?”

“Sure,” and Kerry went back to the tent to get the food and brews. He whistled a small tune and with a glance backwards, his heart flipped a few turns, as he saw Mike’s back, the way he was hunched over setting up the camp stove. It made him realize one more time how much this guy meant to him, he smiled to himself, promising himself that no matter what, he was going to make Mike happy.

Kerry hadn’t had a steak taste so good ever before. With dinner done, they sat again with their backs to the still roaring fire.

Mike started talking again, explaining how for the last three years he had been coming to this very spot. The first year he had come here with Jody, and how one night, while drinking beer after beer, Jody had grabbed his crotch and then before he knew what was happening Jody had unzipped his pants and was sucking on his dick.

“Jody was your first?” Kerry softly asked.

“Yeah, my first guy, and yet I never really liked it, I mean here I was, just about 15 back then, and Jody was 19.”

“What did you do?”

“What could I do? I mean here I was, alone with this college bound jock, in the bush, and he had his mouth around my cock, it felt strange, and I wanted to run, but there was no where for me to run, but then too, it felt so good, it was like being torn, ya know?”

“Kind of, it must have been pretty scary.”

“Well, at first it was, I mean the way he worked me, it wasn’t a rush job, just deliberate, and I had too much beer too, which I guess is why I, well, you know that night last week, the booze and all, it was the only way I knew how to , uh, shit Kerry, it was the only way I knew how to get you in the mood.”

“Yeah, guess so, but why didn’t you just, well ask me?”

“How? Like what would you have done if I just said ‘Hey Kerry, I want to suck you off ?’ Man you would have bolted and then where would things have been?”

“Yeah, I suppose, but Mike…”

“Shit Kerry, I don’t know why, anymore than I know why Jody jumped me here three years ago, all I know is that after that trip, I started to change, started to realize that living here, being the big jock, the ladies man just wasn’t me.”

Kerry sat in silence, his arm tightly holding Mike’s waist, feeling the tenseness in his body.

“Kerry, you want to be with me, don’t you? I mean this has all gone kind of fast, and, well, you haven’t said much, and I don’t want you to think of me as I think of Jody, you don’t do you?”

Kerry didn’t answer quickly, he felt Mike’s body tense even more. Slowly he turned his blond head to Mike. He looked hard into those

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piercing eyes, and he saw for the first time, a scared young man, wishing for the right answer and yet afraid that the answer wouldn’t be what he wanted. Slowly, he leaned forward, placing his hand behind Mike’s head, bringing it forward, then he gently leaned his own face forward, and he kissed him, on the lips, just a light touch, but it was like being hit by a thunderbolt. His heart raced and his blood came to a boil inside him.

Mike responded with an eagerness that took Kerry by surprise. His mouth opened quickly and he crushed his mouth onto Kerry’s. His tongue exploded deep into Kerry’s mouth and there was an urgency that transmitted itself to Kerry.

They kissed hard and deep for several minutes. Mike’s hand desperately rubbing Kerry’s crotch, feeling the hard cock, pushing it, making it even harder. Then, as they broke apart, Mike stood up and started to throw some more logs onto the fire.

“Thanks Kerry, that means a whole lot.”

“Mike, there is something I gotta tell you.”

“What?”

Kerry just looked at the ground, how could he tell Mike that he had always desired him? How could he tell him that nine out of ten times when he whacked off alone it was to thoughts of Mike? How, could he tell him that he wanted to please him so much but didn’t know how? Would he be laughed at? His brain raced with these thoughts, and he glanced up to see Mike standing there, his face clouded over, fear in his eyes, waiting for this revelation. Gawd, why didn’t he just keep his mouth shut, but it was too late now.

Mike’ voice had an edge to it as he asked him again, “What is it?”

Kerry struggled to take a deep breath, then he looked up at Mike. His heart jumped as he realized just how much Mike meant to him, and he also saw how anxious Mike was to hear his revelation.

Haltingly he told him, he blurted out how he had always wanted Mike, how he would sneak up on the bluff to watch Mike and the other’s splash around at the pond, how he would sneak glances in the locker room, how he would always try to stay longer, waiting for a chance to glance at Mike. His whole torrid story exploded in a gush from his mouth, his head buried between his legs as the whole thing came out.

He talked about how he had never really been with any other guy, how his body ached every time he saw Mike and how his dreams always ended up with him in bed with Mike.

Suddenly the torrent of words ended. His heart pounded, his head ached, and his body was almost shivering from anticipation and from anxiety. He didn’t dare look up, for fear that he would find disgust and anger in those steel gray eyes of Mike. He held his breath, waiting in terror. He heard Mike’s breathing. He listened, waiting, and he

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desperately wanted to reach out and let Mike hold him, but he was petrified, waiting, willing it to be all right, scared that it wouldn’t be.

Kerry was breathing hard. His chest started to ache, and he could hear the crickets stirring, and the wind blowing through the trees. He also could feel Mike’s eyes boring in at him.

He jumped as he heard Mike approach him.

Mike walked softly up to Kerry. He saw him, sitting by the fire, head bowed low. The flames cast a flickering yellow orange tinge to the blond hair, the white skin tanned by the fire’s glow.

He reached out, his fingers gently touching the warm shoulder. Kerry tensed with the touch, then Mike slowly bent down, crouching to his knees, and he placed his hand under Kerry’s chin, gently but firmly raising the angular face up to meet his own face. Small tears welled up in his eyes as Kerry’s own tear stained face rose to meet his.

As his face was lifted, he started to breath rapidly, fearing what he would find, and praying silently that it would be all right.

He opened his eyes, and through his tears, he saw something that not even in his dreams had he ever imagined possible. Kerry didn’t see hate, anger, or disappointment in Mike’s eyes. Instead, he saw nothing but compassion and a strange warmth pulsated through his body as his brain realized that he was not just a trick, that his own feelings for Mike were returned.

With a cry of joy he leapt forward, almost sending Mike sprawling onto his back as he wrapped his arms around Mike’s solid frame, hugging him close.

Kerry kissed Mike hard on the lips, this time it was his own tongue doing the exploring. He could taste the salt from his tears but he could also taste the salt from Mike’s own emotional outpouring.

He felt Mike’s strong arms hold him tight against his body, and he could feel Mike’s warmth and smell his wonderful scent. Kerry kissed him deeply, his own tongue exploring the back of the mouth, the roof of the mouth and every nook and cranny inside. He felt the jagged tooth at the back and he felt the scarred inside cheek, and he tasted Mike. There was no separation between their two bodies. They clung tightly to each other, gaining strength from their union and yet knowing it would soon be much more of a joining.

Finally they broke slightly apart. They both sucked in the fresh night air, filling their expended lungs with the fragrant country air.

Mike leaned his head back slightly, and then he smiled, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

“Wait here,” he commanded.

Kerry threw more wood onto the fire, sending the flames dancing high up into the deep blue of the night. A warm orange glow filled the campsite as he waited for Mike.

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He didn’t have long to wait as Mike came out of the tent, with a small six-pack dangling from one hand, a blanket from the other. He tossed the beer over to Kerry and then he reached across, grabbing his hand and led him back down towards the river, where they had frolicked earlier.

They strode down to the river quickly. They reached the log where earlier they had casually tossed their clothes. Mike spread the blanket out, onto the beach and he guided Kerry down to lay on it. He gently lowered himself down next to Kerry and looking deep into those blue eyes, he moved in and they started to kiss once more, with a deeper passion than ever, yet in a more relaxed but meaningful way. No words passed between them, their touch and their eyes did the talking for them as Mike reached across, undoing the jeans button, waiting as Kerry followed his lead and undid Mike’s jeans buttons.

Mike then carefully started to unzip the pants, gently holding Kerry with his other hand, as the zipper made its way down.

Slowly and carefully, both managed to remove the jeans of the other. They lay now on the blanket, buck naked, each with a raging hard cock sticking in the air, yet they didn’t rush. They had time, and it was like they were both in communication with the other. They both wanted this to be memorable, and so time wasn’t important.

They lay in each other’s arms, at peace with just being together. They stared occasionally at the changing patterns of the sky, the twinkling of the stars high above, now gradually being reflected in the dark blue of the calm river. A pale glow from the moon bathed them, casting a glimmering whiteness to their white skin.

They kissed, stared at each other, just drinking in the quiet of the night. They heard the night sounds, and the soft breeze blew gently across their warm bodies. They gently touched each other, first Mike would run his hand along Kerry’s chest, lightly playing with his blond hairs, feeling his flat stomach muscles contract with each movement of his hand. He would pause, then Kerry would run his hand gently and slowly along Mike’s upper thighs, feeling the rippling muscles, feeling the power behind those legs. Mike could feel his blood running from every part of his body down to his crotch and he could feel Kerry’s heart racing, under his touch. He could feel a strange heat too, and he knew that it wasn’t from the sun or the air, but was from his touch.

His brain was amazed at the feeling his touch gave him. Every movement, sent a signal, that he could feel transmit itself through Kerry, could feel the reaction of Kerry’s heart and lungs. It was a sensation he never experienced before, it was like they were joined as one, and yet not quite complete, at least not yet.

It was as if time was no longer around. They just lay there, exploring each other, oblivious to the world around them. Kerry was

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lost in the maze of muscles that rippled across Mike’s stomach. His brain was tuned to Mike, he could feel when he touched Mike if he was touching a hot spot or not. He could feel Mike inhale and take a deep breath each time he found a sensitive spot, and each time he did, his own heart would race ahead slightly, sending Mike’s heart into another flutter too.

Mike moved his hand down, down towards the rising heat from Kerry’s crotch. He shifted his position now, resting on his side, his front gently pressing into Kerry’s side. Electricity coursed thru them both as their flesh melted into one. Mike’s hand now moved around the hot pubic hairs, gently swirling his fingers around the tufts, gently pulling on them. With each pull, their two hearts pounded, together.

Mike felt like he was in a movie, running in slow motion. He could see down, see his hands move, see his body pressed against Kerry and he watched his own face move down, gently kissing Kerry’s neck, licking under his ear, and yet he knew he couldn’t be watching this, he was doing it.

His breathing became more shallow, and Kerry realized that this was a love scene unfolding on a big screen, and there was only Mike and himself watching from up in the balcony. This couldn’t be, he could feel the warm moist tongue along his jaw line, and he could feel Mike’s fingers gently tugging at his pubic hairs. He could feel all this and yet he was next to Mike, looking down.

A shudder passed through his body, and he felt an answering quiver from Mike. He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn’t, he was too awe struck from the scene playing out before his eyes, yet how could he? His eyes were shut tight yet he saw the stars, the pale sliver of the moon and he saw the dark hair of Mike, as he moved down, gently licking his left nipple, gently swishing it with his tongue.

This wasn’t happening but it was. Mike watched as he saw Kerry’s body jump with each lick of his own tongue on those ripe erect nipples. He watched as he saw Kerry’s hard cock jerk in the wind, as if sniffing for him. Mike saw his own hand, gently pushing Kerry’s pubic hair down, pushing against the thick base of the hot cock, gently now running his fingers around the thick cock base.

This was a dream, a dream he never wanted to end, and yet he continued to watch his own body move in the pale moonlight. He heard his own rapid breathing and he could even see his chest heave with every beat of his heart. He saw Kerry’s own labored breathing, Kerry’s own heart beat. Mike saw his hand now gently around the huge throbbing cock and he saw him raise his own leg, placing it over Kerry’s leg, and then running his knee upwards, pushing into Kerry, pushing his balls upwards, pushing the huge cock even further up.

Mike pushed his knee up into Kerry’s crotch, gently but firmly.

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Kerry groaned with the pressure on his balls and he squirmed slightly. Mike watched from above, watched as his knee was pushing in, separating the two huge cum filled balls, watching as Kerry’s body actually moved down, to increase the pressure, his ass digging down into the blanket.

Now he watched his knee move out and his leg off of Kerry. Then he saw him pry his leg under Kerry’s, forcing Kerry’s leg up and on top of his, forcing Kerry’s body to tilt, his ass now raised a bit, still resting now on Mike.

Kerry could see his chest rise and lower with each beat of his heart, getting faster now. He could feel Mike’s heart beat, could feel the ‘thump thump’ of the beat, and his brain counted them, noting the rise in speed between each thump. He watched the action around his legs, he saw Mike withdraw his leg from his crotch, saw him try to get under his leg, and with that sight, he sent a message from his brain, willing his quivering leg to raise itself a little, allowing Mike’s strong leg to plow under, tossing his limp leg onto Mike’s.

This whole dream was too much, his eyes were shut tight and yet he saw his ass raise off the blanket, saw it sit firmly on the upper thigh of Mike, feeling the heat from Mike’s own blood gorged cock, which was straining for the white of his ass cheeks.

Kerry continued to watch Mike maneuver his legs. He felt and saw him push inwards with his thigh, forcing Kerry onto his side now, then finally he was on his stomach, and he watched him slide his body onto his, gently sliding himself all over the warm body.

Kerry had his hands out from his side now, and he saw Mike twist around, kissing the back of his neck, then around to his ears. He could feel the hot breath along his spine, and he felt Mike taste him, running his tongue down his spine, saw him squat back onto his heels, his head now buried deep around the top of his milky white ass cheeks.

Mike saw Kerry’s back arch as his tongue gently licked a small tuft of hair around the top of his ass cheeks. He saw his head twist to one side as his hands gently massaged the sides of Kerry. He could taste the scent of Kerry, even though scent had no taste, so his brain said, yet he knew he could taste it. The sweetness of this boy under him sent more jolts of pure energy through his body. He shivered with the feeling.

Mike had his mouth open, his tongue licking his lips, yet that wasn’t possible, as he watched his face move down those milky white ass cheeks, his hands now firmly grabbing hold on either side, pulling them apart, his legs pushing against the inner thighs of Kerry, helping to spread Kerry’s own legs open wider.

He saw himself lower his face, his tongue gently running down the top of the ass crack, licking it as it moved down, down to that wet barely open asshole. Mike watched, with bated breath, as he saw his

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tongue find the pink hole, watched as the tongue started to twirl and lick around the outer opening, licking it slowly, but never once leaving the warm flesh. Kerry’s head was spinning. He could feel a sense of wonder and amazement, but it wasn’t his, it was Mike’s. It was as if his brain was now inside Mike’s. He could feel the incredulous glow, and he looked down from his balcony seat as Mike’s head was fixed to the center of his ass.

Kerry felt his heartbeat start to rise higher, he could see a raging red river rush through his body towards his crotch, even though it lay face down on the blanket. He sucked in his breath as he felt a small tingle in his asshole, working its way up his spine to his brain. He tried to close his eyes, but he couldn’t stop seeing Mike’s dark hair, his strong face buried into his ass. Kerry cried out, yet his lips never moved, as he felt the soft firm probing of Mike’s tongue in his asshole.

Mike felt dizzy; he couldn’t understand how he could see what he was seeing, and knowing instead that what he was watching was himself. He saw his tongue probe deeper into the ass cheeks of Kerry. He could feel and taste the sweet flesh yielding to his probing tongue.

Mike could feel the tight sphincter muscle, gradually give to his tongue’s pressure, he could taste and feel the silky smoothness that lay behind that doorway, and he could feel the urgent beating of Kerry’s heart.

He could feel his mouth press harder against the hot flesh, could feel his tongue stretch itself outward, probing deeper and deeper into the warm smooth cavern of Kerry’s asshole, and he could feel the searing shock waves run up from his tongue, through the satin layered tunnel that was Kerry’s ass. Kerry could feel his eyes bulging out, widen like they had never opened before, as he saw himself twist and turn under Mike’s tongue fucking. He could feel his pulse quicken and he watched in astonishment as his own ass started to rise from the blanket, arching towards the probing tongue, desperately wanting to engulf more of the hot warm rasping tongue.

He scrunched his legs up so he was on his knees, his head buried deep into his arms now, and he could feel his ass widen, eager to accept more of Mike.

He groaned loudly as he saw Mike’s hands move from gripping his two white soft ass cheeks and saw them reach around to press against his crotch, free now from the blanket. He groaned over and over, licking his lips, biting them now, as one of Mike’s hands started to grip and grab hold of his two aching balls.

There was a sudden spurt of electricity and then he saw more colors flood his vision. He saw long thick red rivers flowing from all over his body, outlining his moon bathed body with deep red lines, all converging on the solid thick red mass that was his penis.

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Kerry tossed his head back, arched his ass even higher, feeling Mike’s hot tongue dig further into his insides, feeling the lips pushing hard against his tight ass muscle. He started to twist and turn his ass, pushing backwards and grinding the tongue inside, forcing it along a circular motion, instead of straight in, licking his walls, licking him all over inside his virgin chute.

Mike looked down, his lips almost bleeding from his own bites, yet that couldn’t be, his mouth was buried inside the sweetest hot ass he had ever seen. He watched, feeling his own blood reach boiling point and he heard a voice, calling him, begging him.

“Now, Please, Now” it kept saying and he felt a tightening in his groin, knowing that the voice was right, it had to be now and he watched in awe as his face lifted from the sweet white flesh, saw him slide up the back, his own throbbing 9 inch plus cock forcing his ass high in the air, as it moved forward, spreading back open the hot ass cheeks of Kerry.

Mike groaned as he could feel the blood drain from his head, his legs, his arms, to fill the insatiable need of his cock. He saw the bulging head, still growing as it gently found its mark, found the still moist hot hole that was Kerry’s ass. Kerry watched in utter silence as he saw the huge cock move up his ass crack. He saw it pulse with each fresh rush of blood, he saw its single eye eagerly looking at his moist hole, and he knew that he was in for a ride of his young 18 years.

He could feel his body tense, feel his lungs quickly fill with air, his heart stop, waiting, and then he saw and felt a sudden calm.

The huge red cock was dripping from its one eye as it found his hole. He felt the warm sticky liquid and felt his body tense even more. This was his time, and he could hear a voice, repeating over and over ‘YES, Now, Yes Please Now’ and he knew it was his voice, and he willed the huge red cock to hear him.

Kerry cried out loudly, his whole body started to shake and quiver as suddenly he watched the huge cock push inside him, past the small tight pink asshole.

The air rushed from his lungs with his shout of joy, his head arched back, straining his throat, his upper legs started to quiver and his ass cheeks shook like jelly as he saw the long hard cock slowly push in, push along his wet silky ass chute, filling him, pushing him wider, forcing his lungs to expel every single gasp of air outwards, his stomach muscles contracting inside him, squeezing his insides, forcing his ribs inwards.

He looked down, almost rising to his feet to see even more, yet he couldn’t, he wasn’t in a balcony seat, he was under Mike, yet he still saw the way his body quivered, watching the shock wave travel not only through his own body, but watched it run back along the now buried cock shaft, through Mike’s hard body, watching it run up his spine,

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straight for that beating heart.

Mike was inside Kerry, he could feel his heart, then Kerry’s and yet it was changing now, slowly he pushed in more, his own huge balls gently rubbing now against the quivering ass cheeks of Kerry. He felt him shake beneath his weight, then he felt his heart change, it stopped, waiting and then as if they truly had become one, Mike could feel his heart double in size, double in strength, and no longer did he hear two separate beats.

Instead they beat together, faster and faster they raced alongside each other, and as if he was floating on a cloud he saw his own ass move to the beat of the joined hearts. He saw each downward thrust push in to greet an upward thrust from Kerry, all in unison with the pounding hearts. Each thump brought either a push downward from Mike or an upward thrust from Kerry. As the heart pounded faster, so to did the pushing and thrusting. He could see pale bluish droplets form along his own back, run down from all sides to flow down his tightly clenched ass cheeks.

Kerry saw his own body thrash and move equally with each movement of Mike. He could hear each agonized breath, not sure if it was his or Mike’s.

Faster his heart pounded, faster Mike’s heart urged, and together they pounded each other, their bodies crashing hard against each other, the hot thick cock digging in deeper, reaching every secret cavity of Kerry. Faster it plowed through the slippery tunnel of Kerry’s love opening.

There was no stopping, the two bodies were under one control, one voice sending each body its orders, and together the two bodies responded. The two hearts beat as one, the two sets of lungs breathed as one, and the two brains merged, sending the same urgent commands, the same jolts of pleasure throughout, the same welling emotions, and finally together the two mouths opened to yell and cry as one.

Kerry couldn’t stand it, he had to look, he had to turn but his brain refused, his head ached, his whole body felt like it was on fire, he could feel a sudden burning heat deep inside him, he looked down one more time to see a blur of yellowish white from his back, and he saw the power and urgent desire floating around the two wriggling bodies.

Mike wanted to reach out, to touch the hot white flesh but his hands were glued to Kerry’s hips. He needed them to keep his body from collapsing as his hips moved faster, faster and faster in time with the raging heart beats. A river of sweat flowed from his head, dropping and clouding his eyes. His ears were in a tunnel as he could hear a symphony of roaring waves crashing against the shore, and he could feel his whole body summon every ounce of its life force.

Kerry struggled and he could feel the sudden change, his heart no

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longer beat steady, it was racing and every third or fourth beat it missed a thump, then it would pick it up and now he knew he was one with Mike. He gathered his own inner strength now to meet this new onslaught, this renewed effort to force their two sweat soaked bodies to finally become one single mound of flesh.

Mike could barely see the outline of the two writhing bodies. He stared in awe as he saw first one, then the other hand of Kerry slowly move from Kerry’s face, he watched as they slowly inched themselves backwards, back towards his own hands firmly digging into the white flesh of Kerry’s ass cheeks. Their hearts raced, even faster now, as slowly the hands inched along the sand, back, back to him, and he knew, he knew it was soon. He watched, urging those two long hands to hurry, hurry to him and then they were only inches away, each finger digging into the sand to move themselves back.

Slowly, inch by inch the two hands moved, the long tapered fingers reaching out, they were on the hips now, reaching up, and then as first one finger then another found Mike’s hands, he felt his whole body shudder, then it bucked but no that wasn’t his body it was Kerry’s, and as the hand clasped his own hands, he exploded. Lights of an unreal deep red clouded his eyes, he could see nothing but a deep dark red haze as his body went into wild convulsions.

Kerry could feel a sudden rush of heat inside his body. His whole being shook as finally he heard his voice cry out loudly. His own piercing cry was answered by another equally loud cry and the shaking only got worse, the whole ground seemed to shake and tremble. It was like an earthquake that only got worse. The ground moved, his whole world moved on its axis as more and more of Mike’s hot life force poured into his body.

Mike reached out, searching for and then finding Kerry’s hand. No longer was he alone, out on this cloud, and he clasped the hand firmly, bringing it to his bosom, holding it tight.

Together, they descended from above, each returning to themselves, yet, not really. Slowly the heartbeats became two distinct thumps in two distinct bodies. Their shallow breathing slowly grew deeper as the fresh night air finally found a chance to enter their aching lungs.

Mike slowly found himself leaning across Kerry’s prone body. Sweat now being cooled by the night air blowing in gently from the river, the quiet lapping sound of the incoming tide gently washing up to their feet, gently bringing them back to earth.

The water lapped gently against their bare feet, gently bringing them back to earth and to each other’s arms. Kerry sighed deeply, his arms wrapped around the sweat soaked body of Mike.

Kerry felt like he had been drained of his entire life force, his body

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ached like it had never ached before. Every muscle was sore, and yet he felt like he was in heaven. His breathing was more even. He opened his eyes to stare upwards to a sky twinkling with shining blue lights and the pale glow of a moon that seemed to cast its shine all around them.

Huge trees swayed gently in the summer night breeze, as if bowing to their passion. He felt Mike squeeze him as the limp body on top of him regained consciousness. Mike felt all warm and content. He had never experienced something like this in his entire young life. He was sure it happened, that he had been above looking and experiencing the love making all at the same time. It was so surreal, he didn’t know how to explain it, and frankly he didn’t care because whatever happened sure felt like nothing else.

He struggled to move, feeling the pressure of Kerry’s arms around him, and he smiled, thinking back to the wonderful way that Kerry had opened himself to receive his love.

He finally opened his eyes to stare into the deep blue orbs that were Kerry’s eyes. He saw glimmers of the stars above shining in them, and he smiled, bending down, kissing gently each eyelid.

The tide was coming in, and the gentle swish of the water made them both smile, Kerry looked down to see the water gently tickling his feet. Mike’s legs were almost ankle deep in the deep blue water, and together they rose up off the beach, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes, holding hands as they slowly walked up to their campsite.

Mike held tightly, and they didn’t even bother to gather their strewn clothes off the log, until they were almost passed it. Like two conspirators, they turned to each other at the same moment, and laughed as they both realized they were thinking the same thing.

Kerry quickly let go of Mike’s hand, and ran to gather up their clothes while Mike waited.

Mike watched as the white skin of Kerry floated towards the log, and his tight white ass filled his vision as he bent to pick up the clothes. Mike smiled, and then looked up at the sky, saying a silent prayer thanking the heavens for Kerry. He looked down again, to see Kerry staring at him from by the log, a thin smile across his wonderful innocent face.

They arrived back at the campsite, to see the last of their roaring fire sinking out of sight. It was like the end of a perfect day, the fire signaling an end of what had been the start of their camping trip.

Together they entered the tent, dumping the clothes off into a corner. Mike moved the sleeping bag out, and reached over to Kerry. Together they climbed into the sleeping bag, huddling close not for warmth, but just because it was the right thing to do.

With their arms entwined, their faces close, each breathing lightly onto the other, Kerry and Mike drifted off into a blissful sleep of the

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satisfied, each eager to replenish their strength for the coming day.