Chapter 14
A Special Day at the Hot Springs

We drove a short while until we found a cute little ma and pa diner where we enjoyed one of the most delicious breakfasts either of us had ever had, and then we headed on down the road. After we took turns driving a while, I saw a sign that read, "Hot Springs."

I asked, "Jerry, would you like to go see them?”

"Sure, why not? It might be a lot of fun." Then he started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

"Well … you know we’ve not had any fun, yet, today."

“Oh! You need a little attention, do ya?”

"Well, I think I heard somewhere that hot water makes you cum stronger and faster."

“OK, are you in a hurry?”

“No, not really, I just wanted to find out if what they say is true; that's all.”

We drove for a long time, then we saw a large washout in the road, so we figured we had better stop and lock in the hubs, use low range, and put the old truck into 4-wheel-drive, so we could get into this incredibly tiny, out of the way, place. We managed to coax our truck to make the trek and we had finally arrived. We took plenty of time, and looked around, carefully. It really looked like there hadn't been anyone there in a long time. Apparently, the last rainstorm to pour down on the road had washed out the old tire tracks. The only ones there were our own. "It's exciting, isn't it," Gerry asked.

As soon as we stopped and turned off the ignition, he jumped out of the truck, pulled off his shirt, slipped out of his shoes, slid down his jeans, ran like hell, and jumped into the hot water without even checking to see what its temperature registered on the thermometer.

He yelled out, "Geeze, man! It’s sure hot, but it feels damn great; come on in, slow poke.”

I just looked at his sweet beautiful face, thinking, ‘What a nice young man he is.’ “OK,” I shouted; then I pulled off my shoes, pants, and shirt.

As he came toward me, I jumped in. The hot, bubbling waters weren’t very deep -- maybe four feet or so. He came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me under water, then he started fingering my rosebud through my undershorts.

"There’s no one around,” he softly said. “Let’s get out of these; OK?"

Of course, while he was saying that, he was pulling my shorts off. So I just reached out, grabbed his, and pulled them down, too. There we were, standing in the steamy water, naked as newborn babies. I reached out and grabbed his tool. It was as hard as a steel pipe, and so was mine, and I hadn't even touched it yet. I started pumping his meat for all I was worth.

He let out with a loud groan. “Let’s get out on the beach so I can make love to you, good and long.”

“No, not yet; I wanna mount you right here in the water,” I said.

Then I grabbed him, turned him around, and pulled him backwards toward me, shoving my hardon up his hot butt. It slid in so easy. I started pumping in and out, as fast as I could, but the feeling was so great, that I couldn't hold back, and I just pulled him tight against my groin and let my hot love-juice fly up his fuck-chute. “Oh, fuck, Jerry; this feels so fucking good, I could just squeeze you to death.”

"It sure feels like you’re already doing it! Don’t stop.  Pleeeeese!” he moaned as he pushed back against me, trying to force my manhood deeper into himself.

My knees buckled with the pleasure of making love to him.

"Now it’s my turn,” he said, slowly pulling away. He then pulled me to shore, and knelt down. He lay on his back on top of some moss with his manhood pointing at his chin. He told me to straddle him and sit on his steel rod.

Just as I straddled his hips and had his rock hard cock up my ass, we heard the sound of a dirt bike, heading our way. I jumped up and off him so fast, his manhood slid out of my ass and hit him in the stomach. Jerry jumped into the pond at the same time I did. We were in about three feet of water when the dirt bike came over the hill. The rider pulled up by the truck and shut the bike down.

The rider got off the bike, and stared at us.

Jerry spoke up and said, "Hi, there; you come here often?”

"Oh, yeah, almost every day during the summer."

I asked, “Why do you come out here?”

“I usually go swimming here,”

“What’s your name? I’m Kevin and he’s Jerry.” I pointed to Jerry.

“I’m Robert.” He had to be, at the most, pushing sixteen years old if he was a year.

Jerry said, "Well … come on in and join us.”

Robert spoke, “I normally go swimming alone, and besides that, I didn't bring any swim trunks with me.”

Before I could open my mouth, Jerry jumped up and said, “We didn't, either.”

There he stood, naked, with his stiff prong pointing straight up.

I yelled at Jerry, "Get down, stupid, you've got a hardon!"

The hot water had not let his hardon go down. Jerry said, "Oops! Sorry about that."

Robert said, "Well I sure wanted to go for a swim today, now that I'm all dusty from the trip over the back country."

I said, "So THAT’s why there were no tire tracks on the road coming up here."

Robert said, "Oh, I never use the road; it's more fun coming in through the back country. And no one comes up here in the summer time, well … almost no one.”

“Well, great then, so what’re you waitin’ for -- a special invitation? Get those duds off and come on in.”

Robert pulled off his shirt, boots, and Levi's.

He jumped in and came over towards us. He said, “I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous, being in here with you guys, not knowing you two.”

“No need to be nervous; we were just having a little fun, messing around.”

Robert didn't get the hint.

“Why don’t you get out of your underwear and join the messing around."

Robert said, "What do you mean by messing around?"

Jerry said, "Let Kevin and me just show you what we mean."

Jerry looked at me, motioned me toward the beach, and said, "I still got my problem, Kev. Can you take care of it for me?"

"Sure; anything for a friend," I answered, smiling.

I just started walking toward the moss-covered beach. As I came out of the water naked, and of course with a roaring hardon, Robert looked over at me, and then, Jerry came into view with his hardon.

Robert spoke, "Fuck! Those cocks are monsters! Mine’s nice, but not like those.”

Jerry yelled out, “Let’s us see for ourselves.”

So Robert stood up and pulled off his shorts.

"That dick of yours isn't bad,” Jerry said, “and might even look better when it’s hard."

Jerry then lay down on his back, and I straddled him like before, only this time we had a little admirer. I started lowering my butt down on Jerry's pole, and then I started moving up and down on it. Jerry started to pump my rosebud as hard as he could. We both looked over to see what Robert was doing, and, unbelievably, the little fucker had a real nice, good-sized six-inch hardon, and was playing with it. Well, I looked down at Jerry and said, "Might as well ask him to join us, huh?" Jerry was moaning and just nodded yes.

I yelled to the newcomer, “Don’t waste it, Robert … come on! Join the fun.”

Robert stopped playing with himself and walked over and said, "What do I do?”

“Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“No.”

"Well then, just come over here and let Jerry stroke your tool, while you stroke mine.”

He did as he was told, and Jerry grabbed the kid's manhood, and stroked it for him. Robert moaned and jumped with excitement, wiggling like a dog being fucked. I didn't say anything, but just kept moving up and down on Jerry's hot rod. This action made my dick bounce around, and Robert had a hard time keeping hold of it.

Then Jerry spit on his own hand and returned to Robert's hardon, working it over pretty well by now. The kid reached over and really got the action going on my meat, which was ready to explode at any minute, with all the attention my butt was getting. Robert’s hand was a blur working my hot meat and I told him that he was about to get a handful, and that little fuck started shooting his load all over Jerry. I shot my load all over the kid's front.

Jerry let out with a groan and said, "Ohhh, Kevin, I hope you're gonna enjoy this,", as he shot load after load up my ass.

Coming down from the intensities of our climaxes, we all just stayed where we were until our breathing sorta returned to normal.  Then we all got up and headed into the pool again, to wash off. We all were swimming around and Jerry started talking to Robert. He found out that the kid was just seventeen, and lived about twenty-five miles south of where we were, and that the kid had never fucked around like this before with anyone.

Robert then told us that he came up to the hot springs to jack off, because the hot water felt so good, and the daring of being naked and outside always turned him on.

Well, the day was moving on, and Jerry and I had to get on the road so we could make it home by nightfall; of course, if we felt we needed another day, we could take it. But we said good-byes to Robert, and I gave him my address and phone number and told him that if he was ever in town, to look us up.

Robert smiled and said, "Sure will.” He started his bike, and sped off, over the hill.

We stopped about twenty miles down the road, at a McDonald's for lunch, and then we headed on down the road ... homeward bound ... together ... forever.

To be continued…