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Garry and John 		(m/t, mast, oral, anal, cons) (Part 2 of 3)
by 
Alexander

Garry & John - Part 2. Chapters 5 - 6

Chapter Five.

It was two weeks later that I paid an official visit to the family. This time
wed planned that he would be out shopping in town when I arrived, but that he
would telephone to ask me to pick him up at half-past ten. This, we hoped,
would put his mum and dad of any scents they may have picked up over the past
weeks - not that they had I dont think, but you cant be too careful.

I found it tedious keeping up a conversation with them while waiting for the
call, not to say hard work. At twenty past the hour, the phone rang. Thinking
it was too early for Garry, I continued my idle chatter with Uncle Bill as his
wife answered the phone.

"Its our Garry," she interrupted us, holding the phone out at arms length.
"He wants to say hello to John." Feigning surprise, I took the receiver and
held it to my ear.

"Hiya!" I heard. He was as excited as I was by the sound of it, but he didnt
have to hide it like I did.

"What you doing? Where are you?" I asked as conversationally as I could manage.

"Round the corner in the phone box. Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, I see. Missed the bus have you?" Pause. "OK then, where are you, did you
say? Outside the university? Right. Ill be there in about twenty."

Fitting in my explanation with the half of the one theyd heard, I said that
Id go and pick him up from town. It was almost spoilt when Uncle Bill said
that the idiot should walk home, or get the next bus, but luckily my Aunt asked
if I would be so good as to get him. She was worried about strangers talking to
him!

I collected him from the phone box round the corner within five minutes. He
leapt into the car and hid himself on the floor with the comment that hed just
seen a mate of his down the road and didnt want to be seen. Once at the top of
the road and heading out of the village, he sat up and wormed his arm round my
waist.

"Glad to see you!" he grinned. "Its been ages."

I explained the conversation Id just had with his mum and dad, and how lucky
he was that Id been able to get out of the house to meet him. To give him his
due, he looked a little worried for a while, but soon cheered up when I added
that I thought things were alright.

Garry was now being hyper-active in his excitement. We were travelling down the
dual carriageway heading for a quiet spot we knew when he drew my attention to
his groin area. It wasnt the erection he undoubtedly would have by now that he
wanted to show me, but that it was poking out through the fly of his shorts!
The sight was adorable and I couldnt resist just wrapping my fingers round its
warm, smooth skin for a moment or two and giving it a rub before reminding him
that we were on a busy road and the passengers in any passing vehicle could see
what was happening - not a good idea! Still grinning, he simply covered it over
with my coat and held my hand in place. Driving was made harder, but not
impossible as I carried on toying with him.

Id worked out wed about an hour, or just under, before we would be missed and
so I tried to remember if there was anywhere nearby we could stop for a funny
half hour. Luckily there was a lay-bye on a little used road close at hand,
and before long I pulled up under an Elm tree and turned the engine off.

 I turned to look at my cousin and smiled at him broadly. "Its good to be
here. Ive missed you," and  I took his hand and squeezed it. A tear formed in
Garrys eye, and quickly wiped away.

"Do you wanna do anything?" he whispered urgently. "We aint got a lotta time
if you do."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeaaaaah!!" he sighed. "Ive been waiting ages for you."

In view of the lack of time we clambered into the back of the Landrover, which
thankfully Id had the foresight to clean out earlier in the week; after all it
now had a more important use than a storage space for my junk!

We didnt bother getting stripped, instead we unfastened our trousers and slid
them down to our ankles. Garry lay back, enjoying the fresh air drifting over
his perfect body. I took a second or two to look at him closely. His skin was
flawless, pale pink and satin-soft. Not a hair in sight apart from the one or
two wisps of blond hair around his cock, which only seemed to enhance the
attractiveness of him. Not being able to resist him, I leaned over and placed
my lips on his. For the first time he reacted as I hoped he would. There was a
slight, hesitant pressure at first but then he threw his arms round my neck and
pulled me to him. I felt his tongue trying to force its way into my mouth,
which I opened willingly to let him in. We tongue-wrestled for a while, until
Garry pulled away and looked into my eyes, but said nothing.

"Wow! That was brilliant!" I sighed. "What do you want to do next? Can we do
what we did before?"

Assuming he meant sucking each other, I replied that he was in charge and we
would do, or not do, whatever he wanted. With no little difficulty I turned
over so we were head-to-toe in the cramped space. Taking his steel-hard bone
between my fingers, I held it as I let it slide into my mouth. I started
sucking him hard: hed got me so aroused in such a short space of time that I
wanted us both to be satisfied as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I paused and
thought.

"When did you last cum?" I asked curiously.

"Just before I rang you," he giggled. "Id got back from town early so I
wouldnt be late and I got pissed off with waiting and my thing was hard so I
went to the public toilets and jerked off." The smile faded as he added, "I
didnt want to, I wanted to wait for you, I thought Id just do a bit then
stop, but I couldnt and I came."

I laughed slightly at him as I said, "I know the feeling. Once youve started,
you cant stop!"

We returned to our sucking and licking. The thought of him wanking in a toilet
thinking of me, and the taste of his sperm in my mouth were enough to make sure
that neither of us lasted long. I sense his seemingly prehensile tongue
slipping and sliding inside my foreskin as his fingers ran up and down my
prick. I tried to suck out any remains of his earlier jerk-off, thoroughly
enjoying the scent and flavour of him. Given these circumstances, I lost
control of myself and spasmed my load of warm, love- juice down his throat
within seconds: soon after Garrys cock gave a couple of jerks before shooting
his still tremendous amount of sperm into me. Thankfully, his earlier jack-off
must have taken the edge of his orgasm as he didnt react as strongly as he
normally did.

Once dressed and we were heading home, I was deep in thought, turning over an
idea Id had when he interrupted me.

"Have you ever had it up your bum?" I heard him say.

I should have expected this sort of question at some point I suppose, but Id
never given it a serious thought apart from once in a while when we were making
love someplace. It was something which Id only ever tried once and didnt like
it because of the pain - I must have been about twelve I suppose. Garry, I
assumed never had.

"What made you think of that?" I asked.

"Saw it on the toilet wall, but Ive thought about it before."

I told him the truth and that it was probably very good, but painful. He agreed
that it would, but he wouldnt mind trying it though. My mind reeled as I
absorbed this revelation. I suppose that it was the natural progression in our
relationship, but it was a big step and one which might just ruin the good
thing we had going if we werent careful. Still he kept on about it, and we
ended up agreeing to try it when we could. I took this chance to bring up
something else which had been worrying me slightly over the weeks Id got to
know him. "You know when you cum, Garry?" I started, "Well sometimes you worry
me a bit the way you sort of scream and beat about the place. Ive even thought
you were going into a fit or something and it scared me."

He giggled at this and explained that ever since he started to play with his -
thing, as he still called it - when he came to the good bit at the end, hed
always sort of lost it. "You shouldve been there the first time I came," he
laughed. "I was in bed and was wanking it when suddenly I got the feeling and I
shot this stuff out. I was so surprised that I went into one and fell out of
bed!"

"What happened?" I chuckled, remembering happily the first time I came.

"Mum came to see whatd happened, but by the time she got in my bedroom, I was
back in bed. I told her that Id just fallen out of the bed when I turned
over."

By this time wed arrived back at the house and werent too late to cause any
comments, thank goodness.

During the afternoon, I decided to mention the idea Id had before to see how
it would go down. Whilst Garry was up in his room messing about, I turned to my
uncle and aunt and said that my summer holidays were coming up soon and I was
going camping for the first two or three weeks, probably down on the south
coast somewhere. With my heart in my mouth, and certain they could read my
thoughts, asked them if they thought Garry would like to come. I pointed out
quickly that I hadnt as yet mentioned it to him, just in case he couldnt make
it.

They thought for a moment before telling me that they hadnt any objections if
he wanted to go, then he could. They even hinted that they thought it was a
good idea, although didnt actually say so.

It was during tea that Uncle Bill brought it up by saying to Garry that Id
offered to take him camping if he wanted. Garrys face was a picture. First
shock, followed by a slow dawning that he wasnt hearing things. Im sure that
if wed been alone he would have rushed over, and hugged and kissed me in
thanks. As it was, he just about managed to stay on his seat and say excitedly
that he would love it. I hope his mum and dad didnt notice the red glow of
happiness that suffused his face. Just as I might have expected, there then
followed an impressive list of dos and donts from his father, calculated I
guess, to piss him off. I could tell that Garry didnt take his father too
seriously, despite the sombre look he adopted. His sparkling eyes said all that
was necessary for me.

Garry and I didnt get much of a chance to talk that evening as his parents
didnt go out; neither we get what we probably wanted just as much as one
another, and that is to be near each other, to touch and hold and be close.
Talk about frustrating!! From about eight oclock, I kept getting more and more
frantic signals from him that it was time for bed: either fingers pointing to
the ceiling or a hand dropped to his groin. He even had to move to another
chair out of his parents eye-line as his erection became more and more
difficult to hide. Not that I didnt have a similar problem. You try keeping
your dignity when a ravishingly good-looking almost 13-year-old boy is trying
his best to get you into his bed!

I managed to stay around until the news finished at about ten-thirty; Garry had
given up an hour before and had gone upstairs. Saying goodnight to my uncle and
aunt, I followed my hopefully would be ready and willing angel.

He wasnt in bed, much to my surprise. Sat on the floor, hed gathered together
what few bits of camping gear he had, as well as fishing rods and other stuff
he wanted to take along.

"Come on," I chided him, "Its weeks away yet. Dont get too excited."

Largely waste of breathe of course, but it did slow him down. He pushed the
pile into the corner of the room and bounced across to where I was sitting on
the bed. Worming himself round my back, between me and the wall, he hugged me
tightly and lay his head in my crotch, looking up.

"Thanks!" he whispered, "Its gonna be great isnt it?"

"Yeah, Itll be good fun for us." I agreed. "Provided, of course that you can
keep out of trouble between now and then!" I was joking of course, but only
partly. I didnt want anything to spoil it for us.

Sneaking surreptitious glances at each other, enjoying the real and secret
reason for our happiness, we undressed and climbed into our beds, neither of us
bothering with pyjamas I noticed. We lay on our sides talking to each other
about where we would go and so on, both aware that we were simply killing time
until the house was quiet.

Once we thought that everyone else was settled, Garry slipped out of his bed
and I held the covers back while he slid into mine. Wrapping our arms round
each other, as much to stop us falling out as anything else, I was basking in
his lovely warmth and delicious odour of fresh soap as I made myself
comfortable. Hed also overdosed on deodorant! I assume that hed been thinking
ahead for a change and had got himself ready for me, in the way that
adolescents tend to, by going overboard with the smellies! Still, it was a
lovely thoughtful thing to do and there was no way I was going to spoil it for
him: I wasnt his father!

I was also aware of his boner pressing urgently against mine. It seemed to have
grown over the past few weeks and was getting close to the same size as mine I
realised - perhaps itd benefited from the frequent use and massages itd been
subjected to!

"Can we, you know, do what I said before?" he whispered in my ear.

"I dont think so, not here anyway. We would make too much noise and they would
hear us, much as I would love to try it."

He looked disappointed, but understood why we shouldnt do anything too
dangerous.

"Tell you what, though, we could try something else if you want. Turn onto your
front and Ill show you."

Doing as he was asked, he stretched out fully on the bed, head resting on
folded arms. Carefully I climbed over him so I had one leg either side and
gently lowered myself so my cock was laying along his butt crack. Easing down
further, I let my elbows take the full weight of my body. Very, very slowly I
started to rock myself back and forth, letting his superb butt-cheeks do all
the work. I think it was difficult for both of us: certainly the pleasure we
were getting from it wasnt all that much. Whenever I tried to speed up, the
bed creaked alarmingly and I had to stop. In frustration, we swapped places,
hoping that Garrys slighter frame would work better. It did, but not much and
it still wasnt fulfilling. It was Garry who whispered that we could go on the
floor.

Hurrying from the bed, we re-positioned ourselves between the beds and tried
for a third time, with Garry on top. This was much better. Garrys dick fitted
perfectly between my cheeks and I could feel every single movement he made. It
was much more sensual that I thought it would have been and I was getting
extremely excited by it. Even the pain of my cock being rubbed up and down the
carpet was bearable, just.

Garry was sighing and moaning somewhere behind me as he thrust in and out, the
pace varying with his passion, obviously lost in his intense concentration and
determination to enjoy every second of it. His breath was coming in short,
sharp gasps as I sensed his orgasm start to build up. The thrusts became more
and more urgent and less and less controlled, his back arched in ecstasy. As I
felt the first wad of spunk hit my back, I rolled over quickly and kissed him
desperately, hugging him tightly to me - I was terrified that the noises he was
sure to make would bring his parents in at the run. Thankfully Garry realised
what I was doing and allowed me to caress him lovingly as he calmed down. With
a final thrust, he dropped the last of his cum on my stomach and breathed
deeply. He didnt rest there though: in something of a frenzy, he spun round
and engulfed my now tender cock in his mouth and took the whole length. With an
out-and-out lust he sucked, swallowed and tongued my dick, his small hands
pulling my butt up as far as humanly possible. I managed to keep pace with him
until with a desperate final lunge, I shot huge wads of my cum straight down
his waiting throat.

I waited a while with him cradled in my arms, watching the bright red glow of
his body gradually subside to a more normal colour. We were both spent and
could only manage short, breathless sentences.

"OK?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Fucking marvellous!" he smiled. "When can we do it again!!?"

Somehow I managed not to laugh out loud at his exuberance and satisfied him
with a 'just wait until we go camping!'

Staying on the floor, we hugged and cuddled for a while before Garry reached
over and kissed me. At first it was a quick peck on the lips, but once he was
sure I wasnt going to stop him, followed through by a deep, tongue twisting
kiss of real emotion. I was glad hed come to enjoy this and I relished every
second of it.

Glancing at the clock and finding that it was well after one in the morning by
now, I picked him up and gently dropped him on his bed. As I did so, he grabbed
my half-hard dick and started to jerk me off. Not having the energy to stop
him, I lay beside him and took hold of his. Slowly and with great enjoyment we
kissed and started to jerk each other off. I was sure that there was no way I
could get together enough spunk to shoot for a third time today, and neither
should Garry be able to. But I was wrong: much to my amazement we both did. Not
a lot admittedly, but enough to please us both.

Totally spent I staggered over to my bed and was asleep almost before I hit the
pillow.


 Chapter Six

The camping trip had been agreed to and I spent the next few days gathering
things together, making sure that there was enough equipment for two as I
usually camped by myself. I was thinking of Garry all the while I was doing
this, and inevitably had to stop part-way through to lay on my bed and pay my
respects to him! Once done, I packed my things away and settled down to some
proper work. My finals were coming up in a couple of weeks, and although I was
sure of passing as my course work was more than good enough to ensure a pass, I
wanted to do as well as I could in the exams. Turning this over in my mind, I
let my mind wander to the future. Id given very little thought as to what I
would do when Id graduated and the need for a job was getting desperate. And
also somewhere to live it suddenly struck me! Id always lived at home before
coming up to university, and had spent my entire life since then living in
college, but now I was soon to be out on my own. I could of course go back home
to live: that would be OK, but having left once, felt reluctant to go back. I
was picturing the sort of place I would like to live in when suddenly an image
of Garry intruded itself. Now there was an idea! If only Garry and I could
 ........ but no, it could never happen, there were too many ifs and buts for it
to ever become reality. Nevertheless, it was a lovely idea. Once again, I had
to take time out!

Id given Garry my mobile telephone number the last time I was down in case
there were any urgent changes to our plans, but asked him not to use it unless
he had to. I didnt want his parents finding out hed been talking to me
without their knowledge. It was surprising then that when the phone rang about
ten oclock one evening, just as I was thinking about going to bed, I heard
Garrys voice.

"Hiya!" he shouted, "What you doin?"

"Hi yourself! Whats wrong?"

"Nothing! Mums bought me a mobile for our holiday so I can ring her if we get
into trouble or something. But Dad hasnt got to know about it though. And I
gotta pay for the calls myself."

I was pleased for him - it was another step on the way to independence.

"Where are you?" I asked as I lay back on my bed, my spare hand slipping
unbidden to my crotch.

"In my bedroom, and I havent got a thing on - except, well you can guess!" I
laughed at the thought and unfastened my trousers.

We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, both aware of what was
really on our minds.

"What you doing now?" Garry asked with a lusty edge to his voice.

"Same as you I expect," I giggled.

"Great. Good isnt it? he laughed back.

"Yeah. Wish you were here though, I miss you."

"Me too. Still, this is nearly as good. Hey, listen, you remember that I asked
you if we could, well, sometime try to get your thing up my bum?"

"Yes," I replied cautiously. "Well, Ive got something up it now, and it feels
nice. If I wriggle about, I get a tingly feeling all over and my dick gets
bigger."

"What you got in it?" My stroking took on a new intensity.

"One of my felt pens, a big one."

"Dont for Gods sake lose it, will you?" I laughed, but it was too late.

I heard the phone bouncing around in sympathy against his hair as he got down
to some serious wanking. It was fantastically erotic about hearing him jerk off
so far away, and knowing he was doing just the same as me. I closed my eyes,
concentrating on every tell-tale sound from him and the bliss emanating from my
cock. I could hear his breathing increase in speed as we both neared our
climax.

"John, John, Im cumming, Im ..................Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" There was a
long sigh and a strangled sort of scream as he ejaculated as intensely as only
he could. Sympathetically, I came with him, watching fascinated as the wads of
cum fell in an almost straight line down my chest, picturing Garry recovering
from his orgasm. The experience was truly awesome, not least because it was
totally unexpected. Struggling even to talk, I managed to ask Garry how he was.

"Bloody marvellous, but missing you lots," he stammered out. "And Ive
christened my new phone, I hope spunk dont stain it!"

Laughing at his joke, we spoke for only a few seconds more before I reminded
him that very much as Id like to carry on, the call was costing him money and
that we aught to stop. With a quick goodbye and lots of kisses, we hung up.

Dropping the phone to the floor, I spread my legs out and fondled my balls as I
thought how very lucky I was to have such a good-looking and randy young boy
like Garry for a cousin: my semi-soft cock gave a twitch of agreement but gave
up the struggle to re-erect itself so soon.

My mind returned to the plans I so quickly discarded about living together -
they really were deserving of some serious thought.

That would have to come after our camping expedition however. The time passed
all to quickly for me: I had a lot to do before the end of term and the days
passed quickly. Garry phoned me about every other day, usually late at night
when I would tell him how far Id got with arranging things, he would tell me
about his doings, and we would end in what was becoming our usual way! Talk
about absence making the heart grow fonder!

I left college on the Wednesday morning and drove straight to Oxford, fitting
in some last minute food shopping on the way. It was lunch-time ( and three
phone calls from Garry) before I finally stopped outside their house. The front
door was open and he was standing in the door-frame looking for me. With an
ill-disguised saunter he walked down the path to meet me. Im sure it took all
the strength of character he had not to jump for joy and hug me as I clambered
out of the Landrover. Giving him a quick squeeze of his hand, out of sight of
the house, I let him lead me into the kitchen. Typically, his father was in the
living room reading the paper and smoking that awful pipe of his. Turning his
head towards me, he nodded a hello and returned to the paper. His mother was
just finishing some sandwiches for us and smiled as I greeted her.

"Hes been jumping around like a firecracker since nine oclock this morning,"
she said cheerfully. "Hes packed and unpacked at least four times!"

Garry was hopping from one foot to the other in his excitement, and we grinned
at each other light-heartedly.

"OK, then throw your things in the back and well be away."

I was asked to stay for lunch of course, but declined the offer. For one thing,
I dont think Garry could have kept the lid on things much longer, and in any
case I wanted to get as far as we could before we had find somewhere to stop
for the night. With a final hug from his mother on the doorstep, and a shouted
" Bye, and behave yourself!" from his father, still buried in his paper, we
set off.

As I manoeuvred the car through the heavy lunch-time traffic on the by-pass, I
put my hand on Garrys thigh and squeezed gently. "Better now?" I asked.

"Yeaaaaaah!" he sighed, happier than Id seen him for a long time. I looked at
him out of the corner of my eye and bathed in his radiance. He was wearing a
loose-fitting T-shirt, baggy cotton shorts, white ankle-socks and trainers. A
picture of sheer heaven and enough to tempt a saint.

Once we were on the open road, he lay down on the bench seat thankfully
Landrovers are blessed with, jammed his feet against the door and rested his
head in my lap. Teasingly he rolled his head backwards and forwards, knowing
full well that it was pressing on my cock and balls. He smiled widely up at me
as he felt it stiffen up, and I slid my hand under his T-shirt to stroke his
slim chest and abdomen. His hands worked their way into his shorts and I
half-watched as he started to play with himself, occasionally lifting the front
up so I got a tantalising glimpse of his pride and joy, already shining from
the small amount of pre-cum he was making: something else which was new to me.
The scene for the holiday was set: I only hoped I could keep up the pace.

About an hour later, I noticed that Garry hadnt moved for quite some time, and
looking down at him, saw that he was asleep. He had a thumb in his mouth, the
other still down his pants cupping his adolescent prick and nuts, and a
beatific smile. I dont suppose hed slept that much last night, that, and the
excitement of the morning had just plain worn him out. I kissed my fingers and
pressed them against his cheeks, which raised a little smile and moan in
return.

Wed planned to go to South Wales, which has terrific scenery, lots of empty
space and plenty of campsites. There were also pony-trekking centres, beaches,
rock climbing and a host of other things to do if ever we got bored; after all
we had to do something to tell his parents about! About seven oclock we
started to look out for somewhere to put up for the night and luckily soon
found a site not too far off our route. There was also a fast food joint nearby
so we didnt even have to worry about making a meal.

The field wasnt too busy and we chose a spot well away from the others, most
of whom were families with big frame tents and luxurious four-tracks. In any
case, we would have definitely looked out of place with our beaten-up army
Landrover and very much-used ridge tent. Our little tent was quickly set up and
as I began to arrange things inside, I allowed Garry to drive the car across
the field to where I spotted the water supply. This was very much the icing on
the cake as far as he was concerned. I had to calm him down quite a lot before
he was sensible enough to get behind the wheel: I didnt want a catastrophe on
the first evening! I watched, only slightly nervously as he negotiated his way
there and back. He raised one or two eye-brows, but nothing serious as mostly
they grinned at a boy enjoying himself.

Darkness fell and turned on the small light Id rigged up from the car battery.
Id also brought along my little portable television which we switched on. The
overall effect was quite good, even though I do say so myself. We were warm,
comfortable and happy. It was only half-heartedly that I suggested we aught to
go and get something hot to eat down the road. Thankfully, I was rejoined with,
"Oh must we? I dont wanna move, and Im not hungry anyway."

I didnt believe him, but nevertheless conceded that we were too cosy to move
and made do with the sandwiches his mother had made, as well as some chocolate
bars Id bought. It was with some surprise that I noticed it was only nine
oclock when the film ended that wed been watching.

Wed spread the sleeping bags out over the floor (we had four altogether, God
knows why!) and Id been sat up with Garry ensconced between my legs, my
clasped hands resting in his lap. I felt my back twinge as I reached over to
get a drink and so, reluctantly I disturbed Garry as I stood up.

"Bed time?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, not yet, its early. Look at the time." I answered as I stretched. The
look of disappointment on his face was almost too much for me: much as I was
looking forward to our night together, I thought it was much too early to start
our fun and games. But then, what the hell! As a sort of compromise, I
suggested that it would be alright to get ready for bed as we werent going out
anywhere tonight. As far as he was concerned, this consisted just of taking off
his T-shirt and shorts. Ten seconds flat and he was ready, kneeling in front of
me. He was about to strip off his underpants when I taught him one of the first
lessons of camping. Putting my hands on his waist, I nodded at the light. He
looked puzzled for a minute or two before I asked him if he wanted to go
outside and look at our tent. Then he caught on and giggled, "Sorry! Never
thought about that one!"

To save him from any further embarrassment I turned the light off, leaving the
tent lit only by the dim glow from the TV. He then finished undressing and sat
on my lap, resting his head on my shoulder, arms round my waist.

"Happy?" I whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Couldnt be better!" he cooed in my ear. "But you gotta get
undressed as well."

I couldnt think of anything more I wanted at that moment, and so struggled to
get my shirt off without disturbing him too much. Seeing the trouble I was
having, Garry did it for me and determined to have me as naked as he was,
continued on to unfasten my trousers and in between bounces on my lap managed
eventually to work them and my pants down and off my legs.

It really struck me then, for the first time, that we were going to be
absolutely alone together for the entire night! Wed spent many hours together
over the past weeks, most of which were hurriedly snatched during the day, or
fervently hurried late at night always thinking about the noise we were making.
My cock rose instantly at the thought and pressed urgently into Garry. His
prick was already fully aroused - I expected nothing less of him! Cuddling him
closer to me I held him tightly and buried my head against his neck. We sat
like this for ages completely wrapped up in each other, simply enjoying the
closeness and feelings we had. We hugged and petted and stroked each other,
oblivious to everything else. I ran my fingers down his back, through his hair,
across his face and everywhere else I could reach, matched move for move by my
soon-to-be teenage lover. It was sublime. Im not normally an emotional person,
but for those never-ending minutes I was as close to tears as Ive ever been.
Garry too seemed to be in a world of his own, just as much as I was. Not once
did he touch my dick; he wasnt in for a quick feel and a funny half-hour
this time, he knew we had all night and was determined to make the very most of
it.

Slowly and almost imperceptibly he moved his face in front of mine and looked
deep into my eyes, his arms draped casually over my shoulders. I held him round
the waist, my hands clasped in the small of his back, gazing back at him.

There was nothing to say, and nothing was said. He leaned forward and pressed
his open lips against mine, urging his tongue into my mouth. Knowing that we
had the whole night in front of us, and no-one around to hear or disturb us
gave a new and exciting feeling to us both. We could take our time and really
get to know each other properly, exploring one anothers feelings, taking as
much time as we wanted.

Lazily we kissed and cuddled, revelling in the peace and tranquillity of our
temporary home, aware that there was no-one else in the world except us. Garry
was squirming around, still sat in my lap when he whispered in my ear, "Can we
get more comfortable?"

Reluctantly I let him go as I knelt up to re-arrange the tent for us. Moving
the odds and ends to the sides of the tent, I lay two of the sleeping bags on
the floor and left one of them to wrap ourselves in. Snuggling down together, I
pulled it over us and took him in my arms once more.

"That better?" I asked.

"Yeaaaaah!" he sighed, wriggling himself closer to me.

I felt his hand searching for my prick, and having located it, he took it
gently and squeezed it. Not moving, just taking a simple pleasure in feeling
its heat and strength. I did likewise, grasping his feverishly hot rod in my
palm and running my thumb over its sensitive head, already bathed in pre-cum.
Lovingly, I moved my tongue down to his adorable nipples and licked them
softly, watching as they erected themselves in response. Garry tightened his
grip on my dick and arched his back at the incredible sensation. Id never done
this before to him and it was thrilling to see him react so wonderfully to it.
He was moaning and groaning at the sensations coursing through him, his prick
throbbing in my hand with a desperate urgency.

"Oh, Christ! Oh! Oh!" he almost shouted, "Please! Please! Dont stop!"

But I did. He was getting very close to having an orgasm, and we hadnt done
anything yet! I swapped my tongue for a finger and thumb and rolled his
outstanding little buds between them. He came down just a little and looked at
me, eyes watering, not believing the astounding feeling hed just had. I
stopped and looked closely at him, unsmiling. He was spaced out completely: an
emotional wreck. I suppose that hed waited so long for us to get together
properly to do things that the imminent release of his sexual frustration meant
he was on an extremely short fuse. The best thing I could do for him was to
give him what he wanted. And now!

Taking the opportunity, I kissed him gently on the lips and whispered, "Wanna
cum?" The question was pointless of course, but it stirred him up to an even
higher level of delight. I started sucking on his nipples again, and this time
also move two fingers backwards and forwards over the rim of his cockhead, with
just the slightest of pressure. He was in serious danger of getting an overdose
of sexual stimulation as he writhed and wriggled beside me, his moans of
rapture getting more vociferous. Even at the distance we were from the other
campers, I was sure it wouldnt be long before he could be heard. I put my lips
on his, absorbing his screams as I used my full hand to take him over the top
in just three strokes. His cum shot ferociously from his raging cock in one
solid stream, with heart-stopping force. His whole body went rigid with the
effort and a long, low atavistic moan escaped into my mouth. I held him very
tightly as he spasmed and trembled in the after-shock.

I was worried that hed done some damage to himself as it was a long time
before he lost that glaze in his eyes and his muscles relaxed once more: the
film of sweat covering his face and body causing him to shimmer in the glow
from the long-forgotten television as he gasped for breath. He looked at me,
astounded, as he eventually managed to stammer out, "That was fucking amazing!
Bloody Hell!"

I grabbed a handy towel and carefully and lovingly wiped the perspiration off
his beautiful body, cradling him in my arms.

 We lay there curled up together, rejoicing in our joint nakedness and
wallowing in that glorious inner  glow you get after love-making. I ran my
fingers through his hair and round his still tender nipples,  and loved him. He
lay there, silent and unmoving, simply looking at me and smiling softly, his
hands  resting on my chest.

"You havent cum yet," he mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, I have," I said smirking, "I came when you did, but you were too busy to
notice!"

He smiled, half-embarrassed at the remembrance. "But we didnt touch it ...."

"No," I interrupted, "It happens sometimes when youre with someone you like a
lot and youre, well, sort of doing things together. Bit like a wet dream, but
real!"

"Oh! I see, I think."

Our conversation was having its effect as I saw, out of the corner of my eye,
his prick start to harden again. Unconsciously his hand slipped towards it and
pulled the foreskin back over the head, leaving his fingers to gently roll it
around.

He stared down at my soft member as if ensuring that he would fix every fibre
of it in his memory. "Its a lot bigger than the felt tip pen," he murmured
just loud enough for me to hear as he lifted my cock up and examined it closely
as it filled up.

"Thats what I thought. Did it hurt when you pushed it in?" I asked.

"A bit, but then I used my fingers to make the hole bigger and then it went
in."

I asked him whether he liked the feeling or not and how much it hurt. He
replied that it hurt a bit to begin with, but once hed got used to it, it was
a nice feeling. Hed done it two or three times more since the first time, he
went on, and each time it was easier. The direction he was leading me in was
blatantly obvious: subtlety wasnt Garrys bag!

"Weve got a whole two weeks in front of us; lets not rush things shall we? I
want to do it as much as you do, but well only spoil it if we do it wrong."
Id no idea what the right way was, but Garry had had one almighty cumming
tonight, and was thinking that another might me too much.

He didnt show too much disappointment at my suggestion: he may have even been
grateful in an odd sort of way. He was fully aware of the way he reacted to a
full-blown orgasm and I think it worried him just a little, not that he would
admit to it of course, and neither would it stop him in the future.

It was almost midnight by now and wed been chatting and messing about for the
best part of three hours by now. After his majestic experience of the early
evening, he was quite happy to settle down under the sleeping bag, cuddle up to
me and just fiddle around with each other. There was something very special
about being together like this, with no possibility of anyone spoiling it for
us - the slow pace we were allowed to take just cemented our relationship more.
For Garry, it was a new adventure, being able to explore his feelings and
emotions without being restrained in any way. For me, it was like re-living my
teenage years again, re-learning things Id forgotten and remembering people
and events long since past.

There was a silly horror film on the TV, which we were half-watching as our
hands roamed freely but after seeing half of it, we decided that it was too
stupid to watch and the set was turned off.

Id half-hoped to snatch a bit of sleep whilst Garry was watching the film, but
I should have known better. Once the tent was in complete darkness and the only
sounds were those from the wildlife outside, I lay my head on the rolled-up
blanket we had for a pillow, pulled Garrys head onto my chest and dozed. I was
dimly aware of his hand still holding my soft cock as I slipped away. Garry had
other ideas. He let me sleep for no more than ten minutes before I awakened
when his mouth closed around my rapidly hardening dick. Smiling resignedly to
myself, I stroked his hair and whispered, "Dont you ever give up?"

"Nope." He grinned, his white teeth shining in the little moonlight filtering
through the canvas. "I like this. Go back to sleep if you want."

That, without a shadow of doubt, was impossible and so I decided to join in the
fun.

"Youll kill me if you dont slow down," I laughed quietly at him. "Oh, and by
the way, did you know that when youre born, you only have a certain amount of
sperm inside you, and if you use it all up now, youll have none left for when
youre older."

He stopped sucking but left his mouth fixed half-way down my shaft and peered
up at me, his eyes questioning. Then he realised I wasnt being serious,
sniggered and nipped my cock with his teeth as punishment. Id been gently
massaging his gorgeous boner while we were talking; not masturbating him
exactly but indulging myself in its silky-smooth hardness. I shifted my spare
arm over his body and let my hand rest on his butt cheeks, pushing my middle
finger between them and stopping at his hole. Once again, Garry paused in his
ministrations, but only to check my finger didnt move away. He pushed his butt
back onto my finger, letting me know that it was alright for me to go further
if I wanted.

I did. His little bud spasmed slightly as I increased the pressure, and timing
it right, pushed it in as far as the first knuckle when he was relaxed. I felt
an "umph!" from my lover as it entered so I stopped and rested it where it was.
I waited for the initial wincing pain he must have felt to subside, then I
allowed Garry to push back at his own rate. Incredibly he hardly faltered in
his sucking. Once I was as deeply embedded as I could get, I wormed my finger
around, searching for the spot. Not having any success, I eased a second
finger in and continued.

I must have found it because Garry suddenly stopped what he was doing, arched
his back and moaned loudly. His cock, already hard throbbed in my fingers.

"Jesus!" he shouted quietly, "Jesus! Do that again!"

I obliged and wriggled my fingers delicately in his inside, massing his magic
button with every movement. Letting go of his cock, I put my hand behind his
head and almost viciously kissed him, forcing my tongue between his teeth,
desperately searching for his.

Entwined together, we twisted and rolled all over the floor as simultaneously
we rapidly flew towards Nirvana. Garrys mouth was replaced by his hand on my
cock, and before rushing to jerk me off, covered my hand on his tool and
frantically encouraged me to speed up my hitherto gentle massage. Delirious
with erotic hunger we lost all connection with reality as we rode the wave
together. A sharp, searing pain from my balls and I shot a massive load of red
hot cum, most of it landing on Garrys face. At exactly the same time, his
iron-hard rod throbbed and released his pent-up sperm like a bullets from a
machine gun.

This time there was no scream, he was much to far gone to shout out. A final
gasp exhausting all the air from his lungs and he froze solidly in my arms.
Hugging him securely, I waited anxiously for him to come round: I would never
get used to this; it scared the shit out of me every time. I once asked him if
he remembered anything when ever this happened and he replied that he did, he
just couldnt move a muscle, that was all. Laughingly, I told him that hed
better warn any girl he made love to about this, otherwise she would think
shed killed him! The only sign of life was a solidly hard prick that didnt
soften until he came down!

Despite our exhausting night, neither of us slept that much. I was dog-tired,
but it seems I was woken every few minutes with Garry exploring some part of my
body or other. Where on Earth he got the energy from I dont know, but he must
have been awake nearly all night I guessed. Even at eight oclock when I
eventually woke up properly, Garry was laying with his head on my stomach,
watching bleary-eyed as he fondled my prick and balls. His own dick still as
solid as ever!

To Be Continued ......


		
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