You Pass This Way But Once

By: B W
(© 2013 by the author)

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Chapter 6
Loving Times and Retribution. 

It had been almost a week since Seth and I had been alone, so we nearly ran to get to our secluded hideaway.  After checking to make sure we weren’t followed, we stripped down and got ready for some action.  Knowing that we didn’t have to rush quite as much this time, I grasped Seth and planted a kiss on his seductive lips.  Even though we had been primarily sex partners up to this point, I realized there was more to this than just simply enjoying animalistic pleasures.  I was falling in love with Seth, deeply in love with him.

While I had been thinking about our relationship, Seth slipped his tongue between my parted lips, so I allowed him to explore my mouth with it.  After a short time doing this, I grasped his tongue between my lips and began to suck on it, as if my life depended on doing it.  I was working us into a sexual frenzy, as I administered to Seth’s tongue and basically tried to devour his face.  The situation soon reversed itself, as Seth started to work on my oral muscle, after I let it extend forward, beyond my teeth.  I could tell by his actions that Seth wanted and needed me, almost as badly as I wanted and needed him.

As I left his mouth and headed for his midsection, I decided to make a detour and try something I had heard some of the guys talking about doing with their girlfriends.  I thought if it made their girlfriends feel good, then maybe it would also give Seth some pleasure.  I let my mouth come to rest over one of the brownish circles on his chest and allowed my tongue dart out to lick and stimulate his tiny nipple.  As I continued to suckle on this oft-neglected area, I could feel Seth’s tiny nub stiffen, as he began to release a series of low, guttural moans.  I believed this was the answer to my question about whether he would enjoy this new stimulation or not.

I worked on his boy tit for a while longer and then moved over to the other side, so I could give equal attention to its partner.  This time, I also tried to nurse on his little nub, just as I had seen pictures of small babies nursing on their mother’s breast.  This not only elicited more noises from Seth, but he began to squirm wildly about as well, as I sucked on that virgin area.  Finally, Seth pushed my mouth away, since his nipple was becoming sore from my aggressive attention. 

I didn’t hesitate in determining my next move and lowered my head down to let my mouth engulf his entire penis.  As I began to suck on his stiff member and bob my head up and down its length, I lowered one of my hands down to rub and fondle his sensitive ball sac.  Seth became part wild man at that moment, because he began twitching, jerking and trying to jam his meat down my throat.  The combination of this intense stimulation and the long draught we had experienced between our sessions led Seth to a premature release.  He sent six small streams of his love fluids into my mouth, and once again I attempted to savor the incredible taste until his penis became totally limp, as it shriveled up and fell from my lips.  After a lengthy pause, Seth spoke to me.

“Where did you learn that from?” he demanded, as his eyes bulged in their sockets. 

“It was just some stuff I’d heard around school about what the guys did to their girlfriends, but I kind of made the rest up from there,” I explained. 

“Well, what ever you did it was awesome,” Seth squeaked, since his voice broke slightly when speaking.  “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before or shot so much.  It was wonderful and I’ll try to make you feel just as good.”

Seth didn’t waste any time in keeping his promise and moved forward to kiss me again.  Once more, our lips met and our tongues jostled for position, as we searched out the other’s sweet boy taste.  We continued our oral jousting for a while longer, before Seth moved his head down to my chest and began to work his own form of magic on my tender nubs. 

Seth’s tongue moved all over and around the small area first, before he clamped down on the bull’s eye and tried to suck my life force through that firm, tiny piece of flesh.  As soon as he had finished working on that one for a short time, he moved across my body to repeat his actions on the other pinkish patch.  I was delirious with pleasure, as my head swayed from side to side and my eyes rolled back in my head.  I’ve never felt this good before.

After that, Seth moved his head even lower, so he could let his tongue and lips explore my boy organ, as he kissed, licked and sucked on the spongy glans.  Slowly, he parted his lips and let my stiff poker push into his mouth and then he started to pump back and forth on it with his head, as he nimbly massaged the surface with his lips and began to add suction.  After several minutes of this intense stimulation, Seth sucked my spunk out of my testicles, up my rigid pole and into his waiting mouth.  As spurt after spurt left my body and entered my lover’s mouth, I collapsed, utterly spent, as every ounce of my strength was siphoned from my torso.

Seth cuddled against my side, as he waited for me to return to the land of the living, and then we started kissing some more.  Any doubts I had about Seth’s love for me had now disappeared in this powerful display of sensitivity, caring and his willingness to please me.  I felt we were now bonded for life, merely one soul occupying two separate bodies.  After enjoying this feeling for as long as we could, we realized we should return to our cabin, so we hurriedly dressed and exited our little love nest in the woods.

We were happily walking back to the main area of the camp and absent-mindedly strolling down the path along the lake when we spotted Timmy sitting down by the boathouse, with his head cupped in both hands.  When we moved down to speak with him about what was wrong, we discovered he had been crying, because we could see the telltale stains from his tears, mixed with dirt, on his face.  They formed the unmistakable lines of sadness that streaked down his face, while appearing more like scars.  Timmy reacted to our movement toward him and jumped back, before he looked into our faces.

“Where have you two been?  I needed your help.  I needed to be with you,” he whined, exposing his vulnerability. 

“What’s the matter, Timmy?” Seth asked sincerely.

“It’s Ray.  The minute he saw me in the cabin without you two around, he started his same old shit again,” Timmy explained. “He began telling all of the other guys in the cabin that I was gay and called me all kinds of names.  He even started making accusations about things he thought I had done, but I never did any of that stuff.  It was awful and I think some of the other guys believed him.”

“Take it easy, Timmy,” I said, as I tried to reassure our new friend.  “We’ll clear this up for you.  In fact, I’ve got a little plan worked out in my mind to pay this Ray kid back.  Give me a couple of days and I promise you that he’ll never bother you again.  You come back with us to the cabin and we’ll take care of him, if he tries to start anything else tonight.  I’ll put my plan into action tomorrow, although I’m not sure how long it will take until I can set things up to pull it off.  It won’t be more than a couple of days, however.  I promise.”

“What do you have planned, Logan?” Seth asked, since he wanted me to share the secret with him.

“You’ll see,” I responded.  “I’ve got to pull this off by myself, just in case it backfires.  If that happens, then you’ll both be better off not knowing what I was doing.”

Seth and Timmy started to protest, but then thought maybe I was correct in my analysis.  Timmy, however, felt better about returning to the cabin with us, since there was a certain amount of safety in numbers, but we all noted the evil smirk Ray had on his face as we passed his bunk. 

‘What goes around comes around,’ I thought to myself, as I noted how pleased he seemed to be with himself.  ‘I hope you’re as brave at taking your medicine, as you think you are when you’re dishing it out.’ 

We all went to our bunks and got ready, because it would soon be lights out.  When that was announced, we crawled into our bedding and went to sleep, but before I drifted off, I put the mental finishing touches on my retaliatory plan.

Sunday morning, we woke up and Seth and I protectively took Timmy over to the showers, so we could clean up and get ready for the new day.  When we went to the mess hall, after we dried off and changed, we sat through a generic church service before the Sunday brunch was served.  After brunch, we had a choice of taking part in an open swim, hiking or participating in one of several possible pick up games on the athletic fields.  I sent Seth and Timmy off together, while I sought to have a private conversation with Scott, our cabin counselor.

I asked Scott to discretely hang back after the others left, so we could have a private talk and he agreed.  Once we were alone, I told him about the problems Ray was creating for Timmy and about my plan for revenge.  Scott agreed it was a problem that needed to be addressed, and then after some discussion, he eventually agreed to assist me with my plan to tip the scales back to even.  Ok, maybe it would be a little past even, so we could get back at Ray, but I quickly did what needed to be done and then I waited for the boys to return to the cabin before dinner.  As that time approached, Scott had me go get the head counselor, Mr. Johnson, and bring him, unwittingly, into my plan.

When Mr. Johnson arrived at the cabin, Scott told him that someone had stolen a valuable keepsake from his room.  He wanted the head counselor there with him while he searched the lockers in the cabin for the item, after all of the boys had returned from the various activities.  Nothing had actually been stolen, but we needed to use this ploy to get each locker opened.  Scott and Mr. Johnson informed the boys about the missing object and that they wanted to do a locker search, so they got the boys to verbally agree to let them proceed. 

As they started down our side of the cabin, they opened each locker and searched for the make believe item.  Finding nothing, they moved over to the other side of the room.  As they worked their way down that side, they finally came to Ray’s locker.  As Mr. Johnson used his key to unlock it, Scott pushed the door all the way back so everyone could see the inside surface of the door.  A slow murmur built up first, and then there were a few snickers and giggles, once everyone could see the two pictures taped to the metal surface of the inner part of the door.  Each of the pictures was of a gay couple making out.  Ray turned beet red and tried to hide when he saw them and Mr. Johnson demanded to know whose locker this was.  Scott gladly pointed to Ray, as Mr. Johnson ripped the pictures down.

They two counselors then continued their search for the stolen item, but of course it wasn’t anywhere around.  Scott suggested to Mr. Johnson that someone from one of the other cabins must have snuck in while everyone was out, but they agreed that an expanded search would be too difficult to carry out in secret and, therefore, wouldn’t be effective.   Mr. Johnson sympathized with Scott over his loss and told him that he would have to lock his things up in the future.  After the two counselors left the cabin, I added the finishing touches to my plan.

“Nice pictures, Ray,” I screamed out in front of all the other boys.  “Is that why you kept trying to convince people there was something wrong with Timmy, so no one would notice you were the gay boy?” 

Everyone burst out laughing and Ray tried to make his denials, but to no avail.  Instead, they began to treat him as he had hoped they would treat Timmy instead. 

“They weren’t my pictures.  I didn’t put them in there,” he kept protesting, but no one was listening. 

“Yeah, like someone else could get into your locker,” one of the other boys pointed out.  “We all know there are only two ways to get into a locker without it becoming damaged and I don’t see any damage on your locker.” 

“Someone would have had to know your combination, which I doubt you shared, “ another added, “or they would have to have one of the counselor’s keys.  No, Ray, no one else could have put those pictures in there, so they had to be yours.” 

When all the other boys agreed with these points, they began to give Ray a great deal of shit.  When this happened, I grabbed Seth and Timmy, so I could lead them from the cabin and explain how I had pulled this off.  I led them along the lake, to one of the more remote hiking trails, and took them out a ways first, before we stopped and sat down.

“How the hell did you pull that off?” Seth inquired.

“I convinced Scott that Ray was a loose cannon who was causing great deal of harm,” I explained.  “I told Scott about my plan to pay Ray back for what he was doing to Timmy, and after some intense coaxing, Scott agreed to help me pull my plan off.”

“I know where you got the pictures from,” Seth continued, “but what really happened to the missing item?”

“That’s it!  There was no missing item.  It was just an excuse to open the lockers, so we could ‘discover’ those pictures in Ray’s locker,” I answered, before I turned to explain the missing part of the story to Timmy.  “The pictures in Ray’s locker were ones that Seth and I had folded up in books we carried in our duffle bags.  I thought it was worth sacrificing them to teach that miserable little s.o.b. a lesson that he wouldn’t soon forget.  Next time he starts to give you trouble, you can tell everyone the details of the pictures that were found in Ray’s locker at camp.  That should shut him up pretty fast.”

We all had a really good laugh about this, before we went back to eat dinner.  In a way I felt sorry for Ray, as I watched him sit alone at the end of one table, because everyone else was talking about him and pointing in his direction.  Roars of laughter would suddenly break out in the mess hall, as the story about what had happened spread around the camp.  He had it coming to him though, for trying to do similar things to Timmy.  Maybe next time he feels homophobic or thinks about doing some gay bashing he’ll reconsider, before he begins to make fun of someone else.

After dinner there was another scheduled block of free time, so I talked to Seth about asking Timmy to go with us to our secret place.  He agreed that we shouldn’t leave him alone again, so we approached Timmy and told him about our little oasis.  Seth and I had agreed to forgo another sexual encounter if Timmy wasn’t interested, but if he was, then we could help him discover more about his own sexuality.

We walked along the lake toward the little inlet, and as we went Timmy thanked us both for how we’d helped him take care of his problem with Ray.  He said that he was still a little worried about what Ray might try later, once they got back to their hometown, but we told him not to be.  Seth and I would give him our phone numbers and would be willing to verify the account of what had happened at camp, if anyone wanted to verify his story.  We told him that we would also make sure that Ray knew we were willing to do this too, so he’d think twice before trying anything else. 

When we got to our turn off point, we looked around for a brief time first, to make sure we weren’t being followed, and then we guided Timmy back to our little refuge from the outside world.  Timmy was quite amazed when he saw it.

“So this is where you two were yesterday when Ray started on me again?” he gasped.  It wasn’t an accusatory comment, just a statement of fact.

“Guilty as charged,” I answered.  “If we knew that Ray was going to start in on you again, then we never would have left you.”

“I know and that’s ok,” he relented.  “You helped me take care of him afterwards, so I hope that takes care of the problem, once and for all.”

“Timmy,” Seth began, “are you really gay?” 

Timmy suddenly started to turn red, since he wasn’t sure if he should answer Seth’s very direct question. 

“Look, it’s not a big deal if you are,” Seth continued.  “You must have guessed by now that Logan and I are gay, because those were some of our pictures that Logan put in Ray’s locker.”

“Yes,” I added, “and you don’t know how much it hurt us to have to sacrifice two of our favorite photos, just so we could teach that bugger a lesson.” 

Timmy looked up at us and started laughing.  It actually felt good to see this happen. 

“Maybe I’ll have to take some special pictures of myself and send them to you, to make up for the ones you donated for my rescue,” he joked, at least we thought it was a joke, so we all started laughing. 

“You do that,” I retorted.  “I’d love to have a picture of your cute little body decorating my wall.”

“Me too,” Seth added.  “That would probably make me forget all about those other pictures.”

Timmy stopped laughing and had this thoughtful look suddenly come over his face.  We weren’t exactly sure what he was thinking or if there was a problem, but we knew we’d probably find out shortly. 

“Do you guys really think I’m cute?” Timmy asked. 

Seth and I quickly looked at each other and then answered in unison, “YES!”  Timmy continued to study our expressions and seemed to be involved in some very deep thoughts, before he spoke again.

“You know, I do think that I’m gay,” he admitted.  “It’s just that I’ve never done anything with any other boys, so I can’t really be sure, I guess.  I know I like to look at naked boys whenever I get the chance, like when we take showers together, and then I dream about doing things with them later, but I’ve never really done anything.  I just don’t have the nerve to ask any of them if they would be willing to do something with me.  Ray did catch me looking at that boy one time, and I did get hard when he mentioned it, but I wasn’t hurting anybody else, so I couldn’t understand why he was making such a big fuss about it.  It’s not like I touched the other guy or tried to do something to him.”

“We know,” I said comfortingly.  “Guys like Ray just don’t care about the details.  They merely get a thrill out of making other people miserable.  Heck, I’d be willing to bet he’s snuck a few glances of his own and checked out some of the other guys in the shower.  His making a big deal about you doing it was, most likely, to draw attention away from his own activities.  No one would suspect him of doing it, especially not when he was accusing others.”

“And I’ll bet he’ll be a lot more careful in the future about his activities now,” Seth added, “since he’ll know you’re willing to tell his friends about the pictures in his locker at camp.  He can claim a frame-up all he wants, but his friends are still going to start watching him more closely, as well as questioning his actions and motives, so he won’t be able to do anything that might look bad for him.” 

We all had another good chuckle about this, before I decided to put another question to Timmy.

“Timmy, would you like to do something with another boy, such as us?” I asked, very directly.  “Seth and I are willing to help you out and teach you some things, if you want to try something.’

Timmy hesitated, but only briefly, before he answered. 

“Yes, I’d love that, but are you two sure you want to do this with me?” he wondered.  “I don’t want you to feel you have to, just because you feel sorry for me or you don’t think I can find someone on my own.”

“No way, Jose,” Seth responded.  “We’re doing this because we like you and,” he hesitated just a second before he continued, “and because we’re both a little selfish and would like to get into your pants.” 

I wasn’t ready for Seth to be quite so direct, so I didn’t react well to what he said.  Timmy stared at him for a second and then he started to laugh.

“You mean you guys what to do this with me, too?  You really want us to do things to each other?” he asked, as if he could really believe this to be true.  “That’s really nice and I’m glad I ended up in the same cabin with you guys, even if it did mean that I had to be in with Ray too.”

“Well, what’s your answer?” I asked, as I pressed him a little more.

“Yes, absolutely.  I’d love for you guys to teach me things and I wouldn’t mind seeing you guys naked again either, since I was kinda careful and didn’t really look very long at you before,” he confessed.  “There’s only so much you can see when you’re trying to only take quick glimpses in the shower.” 

Timmy then dropped his head and eyes, as he looked at the ground, because he realized he had just revealed one of his secrets.  It wasn’t long, therefore, before that all to familiar red tint began to spread across his face again, as his circulatory system betrayed his true feelings.

While Timmy was trying to regain his composure, I gave a quick scan, over and around the bushes, to make sure we were alone.  Once I was convinced we were, then I resumed the conversation. 

“All right, let’s get undressed then and see if we can teach this boy a trick or two,” I suggested, while releasing an evil laugh. 

We all hurriedly started to take off our clothes, but Seth and I were a lot quicker, since Timmy was busy cautiously checking us out.  I could tell he was a little embarrassed that his body wasn’t as physically mature as ours, but he was younger, so that was to be expected.

“Hey, don’t sweat the small stuff, Timmy.  We both know what you’ve got, because we’ve snuck our peaks in the shower too,” I told him, to ease his mental reservations.  “I know you are worried that we’ll think you’re not mature enough for us, but your wrong.  We couldn’t care less about that.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” he asked, amazed at what I’d just told him.

“Because we’ve all felt that way at one time or another, so it’s nothing new,” I offered.  “You’ll reach puberty soon enough and then you’ll be where we are now.  It’s not a big deal.  It’s not only your body that we’re interested in, because it’s you and who you are that we want to get to know better.  We’re doing this because we like Timmy, the person, not just that we want to have sex with him.  We wouldn’t be doing this with just anyone, so you should feel honored.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel better.” Timmy replied, just before he removed the rest of his clothing. 

We all took a few minutes to admire the naked flesh before us and Timmy made sure to check both Seth and I out, extensively.  When I thought he’d had sufficient time to complete his visual inspection, I moved over and let my lips brush against his.  At first, he was somewhat shocked by my boldness, but then he moved his head toward mine and continued what I had started.  As we resumed our kiss, I let my tongue slip into his mouth, so I could sample his boy flavor.  Seth moved behind Timmy and started to kiss his neck and back while I worked on his mouth.  Timmy was really getting into the kissing and I soon found his tongue dueling with mine, as he tried to return the favor.

After Seth and I finished kissing him, we both took up new positions in front of Timmy, with each of us hovering over one of his pink, dime-sized boy tits.  We then worked on him in stereo and allowed our tongues to taste, tease and bathe those virgin nipples to erection, before we clamped onto those nubs to apply the suction that would drive Timmy wild.  While we were nursing on his young breasts, I reached down with one of my hands and began to massage and stimulate his scrotum and hairless, little, pre-pubescent, cut cock.  Timmy was moaning quite loudly now, while writhing and squirming about, as we continued to show him the pleasures of boy-to-boy sex.

After doing this for a while, I decided it was time to move to the next level, so I grasped his small tool between my thumb and first two fingers and began to pump away.  Seth and I held him up, since he nearly collapsed from all of this stimulation, and soon he was experiencing his first dry orgasm at the hand of another person.  It was an intense climax for him, as we watched and felt his body shudder from the pleasure of his dry release.  Then we had to lower him to the ground so he could rest for a while next, because he could no longer remain standing under his own power.  We watched him closely, as he slowly returned from this sexually induced stupor.

“That was absolutely amazing,” Timmy sighed, as soon as he could find his voice.  “I thought I’d enjoy it, but I never realized it would be that great.”

“And it will only get better after this,” Seth advised him.  “This is just the beginning, because there’s so much more to do and so many ways to enjoy it.”

“I can’t believe it can get any better than this,” Timmy observed.  “That was pretty incredible.”

“Yes, I’m sure it was,” I stated, adding my opinion, “but Seth is right.  There is much more that can be done and it absolutely gets better.  Do you want to try doing anything to us?”

“YES!  Can I?” he nearly shouted, as he revealed his excitement. 

“Of course you can,” I offered.  “Just do what you want to either one of us.”

Timmy spent the rest of the time kissing us both and tactilely exploring our bodies, before he jerked both of us off to very strong releases.  He was quite amazed when we shot our loads and eagerly pointed at the pools of cum.  He wanted to know what it was, since he had never heard about this before, so we explained everything we could.  Timmy was an eager student and absorbed all the information we gave him.  He was still super excited as we walked back to our cabin, but this time he was feeling much better about himself and who he was.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/24/13