Jeremy's Swimming Lessons
I was having the coolest dream! Howie and Chet and I were at a hotel for the night, and they were were taking turns kissing up and down my entire body and using their mouths on my willy. It was so great! They wouldn't let me finish, and kept stopping before I got too close. They'd tickle me a little, kiss me a lot, touch me all over, and just make me go crazy.
It was a great dream.
Someone was rocking me by shaking my chest side to side. I opened my eyes to see Chet's green eyes looking right into mine.
"Morning, sleepy-head," he said, grinning at me.
I blinked and shivered, then sat up a little. I realized we really were in a hotel, and they really had done that to me! I saw him grinning at me. His hands were going all over me. Then he grabbed my erection and flicked his thumb over the wet tip and smeared that around over it.
My feet angled together and I gasped, "Oh, gawd," and fell on my back.
I wished I had woken up a lot sooner! But it was still so neat to wake up to that! Far better than the feelings from waking up during a sex dream with a woody and those tingly feelings.
Then Chet started kissing me. I wrapped both my arms around him and held on, my body tingling and shivering. He kept rubbing the wetness on the tip, making me leak more of it.
I noticed that Chet's hair was wet. He smelled like soap and tasted of toothpaste. I heard the shower running.
"Howie will be out in a bit, so how about you get ready to shower. We've got a lot to do today."
He he let go of my erection and slapped my tummy just hard enough to make me wince. The blanket was back and I was exposed, and I figured he had probably been looking at me for a while before he had woken me up. I heard the shower shut off and was sure I was right.
"Take a picture?" I asked.
He laughed and then said, "Nope. Would have if I had a camera, though. Come on, get moving. And don't play with it. Save it for later."
He got off the bed and I sat up. I really did need a shower. I smelled like sweat and dried semen. I got clean clothes out of the pack, which I guessed one of them brought in from the car. Howie came out of the bathroom. He was naked and wet, toweling off as he came into the room. He grinned at me. I was already grinning and probably red-faced.
"Your turn, hot stuff," he said with a wink at me.
I was sure they had both looked before I was awake.
"Good thing you didn't bring a camera, too," I said, walking past him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
I didn't answer. I heard Chet explain.
"He's a sharp little shit, isn't he?" Howie asked, just as I reached to turn on the shower.
I showered fast, did the morning things, and couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror as I combed my hair the way Chet had shown me. I walked out naked, just for the hell of it. I got dressed in front of them. I was fully hard, and they were quiet and watching the whole time.
"No kiddin'," Chet agreed with a shake of his head and big smile.
"What?" I asked as innocently as I could.
"Ya know, you can get away with that innocent act with others, but not with us, you little minx."
"What's a minx?"
They looked at each other and grinned, shaking their heads, laughing.
"Get your shoes on. We got to get started if we're gonna make the museum and the zoo before the game."
"What museum? Zoo? Game?"
I could easily tell that he was having a lot of fun.
He fished in one of the pockets of his letter jacket for something. He held something out toward me. I finished getting my shoes on, then went to take it from him. Three tickets to the ball game that afternoon.
"Holy cow! I thought it was just a trick!"
"What? Us lie to your parents? Come on," Howie said as if I'd insulted him.
I felt hugely better, knowing that there was so much truth to what he -we - had told my parents.
"But, there was still one lie," I said, as we all walked outside and I was still admiring the tickets.
"Oh? What?" Chet asked.
"We didn't stay at your uncle's."
"Sure we did," he said, grinning even wider. "Check out the sign," he added, pointing at it with a nod.
"Hawkins Hotel?" I read out loud. "No way!"
"My great-grandfather built it in 1889. It was torn down and rebuilt just before I was born. My family still runs it."
He hadn't lied to my parents at all. We hadn't.
We had breakfast at the diner in the hotel, which was really good. Or I was really hungry. I asked if their uncle would see us.
"He's not here weekends. Only weekdays. Him and my aunt are probably home in Muncie, having lunch by now. That's my cousin, though," he said, nodding at a girl behind the counter.
She looked enough like him I didn't doubt it. Before we finished eating, she came over and said hi to him. She made such googly eyes at Howie, I had to laugh.
The museum was a gas. I have to admit to being a bit of a dork. It wasn't a true museum, Indianapolis wasn't that big a city, but it was a neat old building filled with all kinds of things. I liked the exhibit on trains the best.
We saw everything, and I spent a quarter on a wax statue of a mastodon and fifty cents on a poster of the Indianapolis 500 starting grid for last year.
We went to the zoo next. I had never been there. It was pretty cool. We got sodas there, then headed to the ballpark.
Victory Field was great. The seats were between home and third, about ten rows from the front. I'd never sat so close! When I went with Dad, we usually were up so high we joked about nosebleeds. It was a gas! The players were close enough I could read their numbers and names on the jerseys, and see them sweating! The dugout was almost right in front of us, and I could see the emotions on the the players' faces as they came back from the field. Sitting there, the crowd yelled at the players and such. We joined of course. It was so great!
The Indians lost, but it was close. There was White Sox stuff for sale along with the Indians', so I spent most of my money on new caps, one of each. Howie complained about the Indians being associated with the Sox, but Chet was as big a fan of the Sox as he was the Cubs, so he defended my purchase. At least they weren't still affiliated with Philadelphia or Cleveland.
The only bad thing was it got so hot. We were all so sweaty by the end of the game our shirts were soaked through. I was really uncomfortable all the way back to the hotel, and tired and worn out.
After prying ourselves off the hot, sticky car seats, we trudged inside and plopped down anywhere we could. Howie took a chair, I fell onto the bed, and Chet went into the bathroom. I pulled my shirt off and let the cold air chill my skin. I wondered if we had time to shower before we went home. Then I realized that we probably shouldn't even be there, that it was way past checkout time.
"How come you still had the key to the room?" I asked loudly enough for him to hear over the running water.
"Uncle's place, remember? I'll hand in the key later."
"Got to pay for the day?"
A hand landed on my upper back and slid down it. I shivered a little. It went all the way down to the waistband of my pants, then over my butt, massaged around a bit, then onto my thigh, and moved around there for a bit before going back to my butt and being joined by the other. He swung his leg over me and sat on my butt, and started massaging my back. Oh, man! I was groaning instantly. I started getting hard right away, but it was caught in a bad position. And it felt really neat.
Chet said, "Geeze, How. Don't put him to sleep yet."
Howie laughed and stopped.
"I don't mind," I said, still not opening my eyes.
"I bet not," Chet laughed. "How can give the best back rubs."
Howie got off of me. I opened my eyes and rolled over. I hardly thought about how my erection would probably show. It was just Howie and Chet.
"I see you're horny again," Chet said, grinning at me.
"Always," I replied.
"I would be, but I'm pretty much half cooked."
His face looked a little sunburned, even though he had that tan. I looked at my arms and saw that I was sort of pinkish. My arms and face felt a little hot, too. I was used to it. I played ball all summer, so I usually got enough sun to get burned sometimes. And this wasn't a bad one.
"How about a shower?" Chet asked.
"Together?" I asked, jokingly.
"Sure," he said with a shrug and a grin.
I smiled. I got even harder. I nodded. He smiled wider.
"Make sure the door is locked," Chet said to Howie.
We stripped and got under the water. It stung the sunburns, but Howie didn't have any. His darker skin hadn't burned at all. He had a blast making us flinch by softly slapping ours. I got him back by not so softly slapping his dangling nuts.
We were all hard. But first we washed off the sweat and dust. Shampoo and soap. Squeaky skin and hair.
Then roaming hands and tickles.
It was just touching and tickling for a while, then Chet stepped back and slid his hand down my back, over my butt, and then between my cheeks. I wasn't so worried this time, as one of his fingers rubbed over my anus again and again. When he held it against it, and started slipping it in. I let it. It really felt good this time. But he didn't find that magic spot, just slid his finger in and out. Then he touched that place, and my dick bounced and danced and tingled. My balls kind of shrunk up.
"We better get on the bed before Jer winds it up," Chet said.
He pulled his finger out of me, then rubbed it real good back there, like he was cleaning it. Then Chet lifted me, and carried me to the bed. Once I was on my back, Chet lifted my legs, bringing my knees almost to my chin. Howie used an arm to hold them there, then Chet's tongue was on my anus. That felt like nothing else! I felt that place down there getting tight and then lose in turns as his tongue went from the back to the front. I groaned and moaned loudly around Howie's kisses. There was no way to hold still, and I was glad they didn't ask me to.
I would never have thought of someone licking me there. Or licking someone else there. It seemed like a dirty, disgusting thing to do, but it felt wonderful. I was sure that he was thrusting his tongue inside of me. Nothing else would explain what I was feeling. And I really liked it. He licked around it, on it, in it, up the backside of my scrotum. It was all really nice. I think he took one of my testes into his mouth. It felt like it, anyway. That almost feel as good as sucking on my penis had. Almost. Differently, too, but really nice. He changed from my testicle to my anus to the soft skin between to the other testicle, always moving after a brief time. I was simply going crazy!
"Relax it, like you're on the toilet, but don't push, just relax," Chet said as Howie and I kissed.
I tried to do what he asked. I guess I did, as I felt his finger going deeper inside of me. It pinched and stung a bit, but it felt nice, too. Then I felt his hand against the crack of my ass and I knew that his finger was entirely in me. That was thrilling! But then his finger moved around inside of me, and it found that magic place behind my scrotum. It felt very similar at first, but then it felt so much stronger! He rubbed me in there, and I felt my penis throb and thicken and push more of the clear fluid out. How that made me twist and squirm! Wow, did I like what he was doing!
Then there was more pressure against my hole, and it pinched a little.
"Easy, Jer. Don't tighten up. Relax," Chet said really gently.
I tried. It pinched. Hurt. Not badly, but hurt. I grunted. Then I knew he was putting a second finger into me. I felt my hole stretching. It stung. It felt nice, in a way, but it hurt more.
"Stop, please, I don't like it," I said.
Howie slowly pulled his finger out of me, and I felt relieved. I let go of a huge sigh when they came out.
"Okay?" Chet asked.
"Yeah. It was okay, but..."
"Hurt?" Howie asked, as he let go of my legs and I lowered them to the bed with a sigh.
"Yeah. Not bad, but..."
"Yeah. It was okay. What he was doing inside was..."
"Liked that?" Chet asked.
"Okay. You're just too tight. Virgin."
"One finger and just to massage inside from now on. Never worry if our finger goes back there. Only one. Okay?"
"Now you see what I meant by it would hurt?"
I nodded again. It would, I knew. If two fingers hurt, then Chet's penis would hurt something awful. And Howie's would split it open.
"Took me a while before I could take Chet's," Howie offered.
"Took me a while to be able to take Howie's. His is pretty thick. And I'd never put a finger in mine before. So it was days and days of fingers and Coke bottles before I could take it. And it still hurt."
"It still hurts some when Chet fucks me, at first, especially if he doesn't get it ready with his fingers first. But now I can take his without much trying. He can almost just slip it in
"Need a lubricant, thought," Chet said.
"Oh, yeah. Spit at least, though Vaseline works even better."
"How often you guys do that?"
"About every other time. We always do what we showed you. At least for a while. Sometimes we stop and, well, I do it to Howie."
"Would you show me that?"
They looked at each other, then back at me, then back at each other. It didn't look like they would.
"It's..." Howie said.
"It's more... private. We'd... rather not," Chet said.
"Oh," I said, sounding as let down as I felt. I'd really wanted to see that.
"But, I'll let you do it to me," Howie said.
"If you want. Sure."
"Just this once. So you see what it's like," Chet said.
"I'll get you both nice and slippery. Howie, on your back next to Jer."
We lay next to each other. Chet pushed Howie's legs up to his chin, I held them there like he had mine earlier, and Chet started licking between his legs. It was so cool and so strange to watch Chet do that to Howie. I was obvious that Howie liked it. I knew how great it felt. After a couple of minutes, Chet moved over and put his mouth on my penis. I watched my length disappear past his lips. That sensation started and I groaned. My legs moved together no matter how much I tried to stop them from doing so. My feet turned inward no matter how hard I tried to fight them.
"Oh, gawd!" I groaned out, low and loud, then hissed my breath inward.
"He does that really well, huh?" Howie asked.
"Oh, yes!" I managed between groans.
My penis swelled up and released that clear stuff, and after a few moments, Chet moved back to Howie's backside. Howie moaned a little and closed his eyes. After maybe a minute, during which my penis still danced, and more of the clear fluid leaked out of it, Chet got up and sat down.
"On your hands and knees," he said to Howie.
Howie did, shoving his butt up and out. It was a really exciting thing to see!
"Come on," Chet said, waving me to move behind Howie.
My heart began racing like mad. All those crazy tingles started up again. I grinned like an idiot as Chet positioned me behind Howie's butt. Howie's hole and his crack were different from Chet's. Where Chet's was pale and almost hairless, Howies' was darker and had quite a bit of hair, though there wasn't any around his hole. Chet's hole was almost pink, but Howie's was dark.
"You have to match height with him," Chet said from behind me, positioning me by moving my hips. He moved my legs closer together and then Howie's further apart. He moved my hips closer to Howie, and wrapped his fingers around my penis. He pushed my butt forward, until the tip of my penis was against Howie's anus. He checked closely, nodded, moved Howie's legs a little further apart, checked again, then nodded. He got directly behind me with his penis between my thighs, right up against that soft place. He moved forward until his penis was touching the back of my scrotum.
"Okay, now, take hold of your dick, that's it, now push your hips forward."
I did. I felt the warmth of Howie's hole on the tip of me. I was thrilled!
"Push, gently, right against it."
I did. It felt neat. I watched my glans distort as it smashed up against his hole.
"Push," Chet told me.
He pushed from behind, his hips against my butt, his penis between my thighs. He put his arms around me. I liked how that felt, a lot. His chin was on my left shoulder. He spoke softly to me. One of his hands began tickling and playing with one of my nipples. Wow, was I feeling great! All over. Inside and out. Chet pushed against me, and my penis pushed against Howie's anus, and then I was squeezing into him. It was warm and tight and felt really smooth. Howie groaned and pushed back against me.
It was so tight! And hot. And as the head of my penis went into him, his sphincter felt incredible on the edges of my head. Chet pushed from behind, Howie pushed backward, and I slowly slid inside of Howie. Deeper and deeper. His insides slid along the edges of my head. It was magnificent! Finally, my hips met Howie's buttocks, and I was squeezed between them and Chet. Then Chet pulled his penis back, then pushed it forward.
"Follow my movements," he whispered in my ear.
I did. I tried to, anyway. His breath in my ear was so nice. His arms around me were even better. His penis between my thighs and up against the soft flesh behind my scrotum was even better, but best of all was the tight warmth surrounding my own penis. And the movement of my penis in and out of Howie. I was shivering and panting. I don't have a clue how long it lasted, but that pressure built up. The slow movements made it even more intense. I would try to go faster, but Chet would keep me from doing so. I whimpered, it felt so good!
Chet pulled me all the way back, pulling my penis out of Howie's anus. Then he whispered, "Aim it," and I did, and we pushed back inside. I groaned at how wonderful that felt. So did Howie.
Slow. So slow. I wanted to slam myself into Howie as fast as I could. I wanted to fuck him so hard! But Chet held me firmly in his arms, tickling my nipple or tracing lines across my tummy. The motion of his hips kept me moving slowly. After a while, then Chet moved one of my hands around Howie and I grabbed his long, thick, curved penis, and stroked it. Howie groaned. I felt how wet his penis was, slippery and sticky.
Howie groaned. I groaned. I felt wetness between my thighs. I knew Chet was leaking. My own penis was dancing like mad inside of Howie, and I knew that I had leaked a lot in there. That delicious pressure was still building up, so slowly, but so much higher because it was happening so slowly. I almost couldn't stand it!
"Oh, gawd, Chet, shove him all the way in!" Howie demanded.
Chet shoved from behind, and I was forced deeply into Howie, and then in a rush, and before I could react, I exploded. Huge waves of semen were rushing up and through me. I was shooting the biggest orgasm of my life, and it was inside of Howie, with Chet's arms around me and his penis between my thighs and against the back of my scrotum.
"Make me finish, now!" Howie said.
I held onto his penis, wishing I could stroke it for him, but I couldn't. I was busy grunting and groaning, hoping that I could draw breath soon and not pass out like I was almost sure that I was going to. Chet grabbed my hand and moved it, making me stroke Howie's penis. Howie moaned, and I felt his anus tighten up around my penis repeatedly, feeling incredible. It seemed to add even more to my orgasm, stretching it out, making it even more intense. I was shuddering and unable to breathe. I was going to pass out, I just knew it.
Chet grunted, shoving himself through my thighs, and I felt his penis moving between there, like a snake trying to squirm through. Then I felt the warmth and wetness and the slickness, and I knew that Chet was finishing too.
I was still pumping, it was almost painful. I still made short gasping noises. I wanted to take a deep breath, but I couldn't. Not with my own orgasm continuing on, Howie's penis swelling and squirting, coating my hand with his warm, wet semen, his anus clenching my erection again and again, and Chet's penis squirming between my thighs and behind my scrotum, filling that area with his hot, sticky, slippery semen.
It went on and on. Chet's hot breath blew over my neck. Howie's hole clenched my penis. My own semen was warm and wet inside of him. Howie's semen lubricated my fingers as I stroked him with Chet's aid, and Chet's semen flowed across the sensitive skin behind my scrotum and began running down the inside of my thigh, tickling.
I pulled out of him, then let go of him, and followed Chet to lay down the bed.
"Wow," came out before I knew it.
Chet rolled next me and gave me a long kiss. Howie ran his hands over my body. I shivered a little and sighed a lot.
We didn't say anything. We just lay there and touched and smiled for a long time.
"We have to be heading back. Showers again," Chet said.
We did. We washed each other, soaped up, stroked each other with the slippery soap, which felt so good, and we all ended up shooting off again. Then we got clean and dried and dressed.
The sun was low in the sky as we got into Chet's car. We still hadn't said anything since the bed. We smiled a lot.
I stretched out on the back seat and smiled at the roof. The radio played. The tires hummed along on the pavement, almost in tune with the engine.
I felt strange. Light and happy. I smiled as I thought about things. I thought about how great it was to be a homosexual. How great it was that Chet and Howie had found me. How great it was that they were such good guys. How great it was that there were another dozen guys who were also homosexuals, and I was getting to know them, and I could see them on Friday nights and play poker and joke around with them. How great it was to know what I liked, and that it wasn't all dark and scary and lonely.
I thought about Mitchell. I felt something really nice when I did. I sighed and grinned wider. I knew I liked boys, and that I liked Chet, and Howie, and the other guys at the poker game, like Terry and David, but that I really, really liked Mitchell. I even felt a little bad that I'd done all that with Chet and Howie when I thought about Mitchell. I guessed that meant I really was actually falling for him.
I knew I would have to hide that, like how I hid that I liked boys. I knew that I couldn't have everything. I could admire him, and be friends with him, and play on the baseball team with him, but I couldn't have him. That hurt. It made me feel sad, and almost alone again, until I remembered that I was in Chet's car, with Howie, and that next weekend I'd get to see the other guys at the poker party, and get to spend some time with them, and Chet and Howie.
I stretched out on the back seat, resting my head on the top of the door with the window down. The farm fields rolled by, the hot air blew through my hair, the sun set. I thought and smiled.
"You're home," I heard Chet say.
I had fallen asleep. I sat up to see them smiling at me.
"You're so cute when you're asleep," Howie said, grinning at me.
"Good thing again you don't have a camera," I said, grinning back.
They grinned at each other, then at me again. I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and hopped out, closing it behind me.
"See ya at school tomorrow," Chet said, leaning out his window. "Good night, Jer."
"Night, Jer. See ya," Howie said from the far side of the car.
"Night guys. Thanks a million. For everything."
I wanted to hug them. Maybe kiss them. I would just have to wait until next weekend. I'd see them around school. And my other friends, too.
I couldn't remember feeling so happy, as I waved while Chet backed out of the driveway. He honked his horn, waved, then pulled off.
I went to the den to thank my folks for letting me go. Dad was watching a game, and when I asked where Mom was, he said she was out playing cards with the other ladies. He asked if I'd had a good time, and I said it was probably one of the best days of my life. I handed Dad the dollar and change left over from the five dollars he'd given me.
"Keep it," he said, waving it off.
I'd never had so much money of my own before. More than a whole dollar. With the other change in my room, I had over two dollars!
"And I did your chores, so you can go study and hit the rack," Dad added.
I couldn't remember him ever doing my chores, except when I was really sick or hurt. I was shocked.
"Don't expect me to cover your chores again. I just thought you could use a break. You've been doing so well lately."
"Gee, thanks, Dad."
I didn't know what else to say. It was actually embarrassing. And touching.
"Don't get all mushy on me. Your mom put a plate in the oven for you. Then you get upstairs and do your homework."
"Sure thing. Nite."
I tore through the plate of food like a tornado. After cleaning the plate and fork, I went upstairs and did my homework. There wasn't much left, and I was done soon. I got out of my clothes and stretched out on my bed in clean underwear, with my hands behind my head, and thought about Chet and Howie. And Mitchell. It didn't get hard. Sort of, but not all the way. And it really tingled and felt sore. I stopped playing with it, and thought about Chet and Howie again, and Mitchell again, and smiled again. And fell asleep.
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