Nick & Jeff
My friend Jeff and I were both 18 the summer we decided to run away to California. We were both bored at home and decided on hiking, but it didn't work too well. We got a few rides but by already practically exhausted. Then we got lucky. In a little town in Ohio, we got a ride with a guy who said he was a travelling salesman. He had calls to make in town the next morning but would be leaving about noon for Indianapolis and would take us with him. When we said we didn't have any place to stay until noon, he said he had a motel room with two double beds and we could have one of them.
He was a really cool guy. His name was Stan, and he was only about 30, good looking and easy to talk to. He made things even better when, on the way to the motel he stopped and bought a couple of six packs. Beer was the only thing I could think of that I wanted more than a bed! By the time that I'd had two, though, I'd about had it, too tired to even drink. I was already stretched out across our bed, wearing just my shorts. While Jeff and Stan were still talking, I set my beer down and just sort of passed out.
But not for long. I don't know what woke me. The room was dark and quiet, and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Then I heard a whisper from the other bed and looked over there. I couldn't believe my eyes! Jeff was on his back, leaning up against the pillows, and Stan was on his knees in front of him. And judging from where Stan's head was, he had to be sucking Jeff's dick! It was the last thing on earth I expected from Jeff, to let the guy do it, I mean. Jeff and I had been friends for two or three years. We were just alike both medium height and slender with brown hair, though Jeff had blue eyes and I had brown and we did everything together. But we'd never messed around, either with each other or with anyone else.
Seeing's believing, though, and I had to believe what I saw. Stan was really going at it, and Jeff was excited, his eyes practically glowing in the dark. The whisper I heard was Jeff saying he was about to shoot. I saw his body lunge upward and he let out a long sigh of satisfaction. I realized he must be shooting off in the guy's mouth! My dick, of course, was standing straight up by then. Though I'd never done anything like that any more than Jeff had, I knew at once I wanted to. And I got my chance. Jeff got up and went to the john, and Stan moved over toward me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep while he pulled my shorts down. And then I felt his hot mouth on my dick. I'd never felt anything like it before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot! Immediately I was too excited to keep pretending sleep. As Stan's mouth moved up and down on me, I began moving in rhythm with him, shoving my dick deeper in his mouth. Before I knew it, I felt myself getting close. As I started to shoot, Stan seemed to go even deeper than ever on me and held there as I shot spurt after spurt of cum down his throat. It was the best feeling I'd ever had!
As soon as it was over, I rolled over and was instantly asleep again. I don't have any idea of what else went on in that room that night. When I woke again, the room was light, Jeff was asleep in bed beside me, and Stan's bed was empty. For a minute I thought we'd been abandoned, but when I got up I found a note from Stan saying he'd be back about noon. I went to the john and pissed, took off my shorts and turned the shower on. Then, not quite ready to get under it, I went back to the bedroom. I hadn't intended to fool Jeff, but that's the way it worked out. He was still in bed, with his shorts down around his ankles, and taking advantage of my absence to jack off. He didn't even know I was there until I said, "I thought you got enough last night." He covered himself up quickly and looked kind of sheepish for a minute. Then he said, "Looks like you didn't get enough either." In my excitement, I'd forgotten that I was nude. I looked down and saw my 8 inches of dick standing straight up again. Jeff said, "Come on and join me," so I sat down beside him and started jacking off too.
Though we had never done it before, it seemed perfectly natural when Jeff took his hand off his dick and wrapped it around mine. I reached over and grabbed his dick, and the two of us started jacking each other off like we'd been doing it for years. "Boy, that felt good last night, didn't it?" Jeff said. I agreed that it had felt good, especially when Stan let me shoot in his mouth. "I don't know whether I could go THAT far," Jeff said then. At first, that didn't register with me. Then it did. "How far WOULD you go?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind doing it a little if you would, too," Jeff answered. I tried not to seem too eager. "I guess I could just a little."
At that, Jeff leaned over and put his mouth on my dick. Maybe he wasn't so experienced as Stan, but it felt just as good. Then, too soon, he pulled away so I could do it to him. His dick in my mouth felt funny smooth and slick but it was exciting, too. Jeff's dick was about the same size as mine, and circumcised, too, like mine, but with more of an upward curve than mine. I almost laughed as I realized this wasn't just the first time I'd sucked it, it was the first time I'd ever seen it hard! I moved my mouth up and down it a few times, and Jeff told me how good it felt. Then he told me, "Turn around, and we can do it together." I moved so each of us had his mouth next to the other's dick. As I got down on him again, I felt the warmth of Jeff's mouth on me. He slipped his arm under me, and I wrapped mine around his body. And soon both of us were going at it hot and heavy. For two guys who had never done it before, we were learning fast!
It wasn't long, of course, before both of us started getting close. A little afraid, we stopped for a minute. "I guess we could always spit it out," Jeff said. "I'll do it if you will," I said. Without another word we went back to sucking each other. Jeff went off first, I think. I felt a throbbing sensation at the base of his dick and knew he was ready. Trying to make it good for him, I went as deep as I could, feeling him push his dick still deeper down my throat. It was the taste more than the feeling and the shudder of his body in my arms that told me that he was cumming, but it didn't seem as bad as I'd expected. Actually, I was too occupied with my own sensations to think very much. I was pumping my dick in and out of Jeff's mouth, almost to the mark. When I finally did start to shoot, he went so deep on me that I felt my dick bend in his throat as my cum spurted again and again.
"That was something else!" he said when we finally pulled apart. He didn't remember that we were going to spit it out. Which was good, because I had forgotten, too. I headed for the shower then. He stopped to piss, then Jeff came in with me. We started out soaping each other's backs, then we got to fiddling around and got hard-ons again. Jeff got down on his knees and sucked me, and then I did it to him. When I did, he reached down and took my hand off his leg and moved it around practically on his asshole. I started probing with my finger, and Jeff seemed to like that. "Like to have your dick in there?" he asked me. "Fuck, yes!" I said, ready for anything.
Drying off hurriedly, we headed back to the bed, Jeff stopping to pick up a tube of Vaseline from the travel kit Stan had left in the john. I wondered how he'd known the Vaseline was there, but he told me, "Stan and I did it last night after you went to sleep." "You fucked him?" I asked, incredulous. "No, he fucked me," Jeff admitted. Another surprise!
Jeff took some of the Vaseline and put it on my dick, getting me harder and more excited in the process. Then he lay on his back, putting his legs up and telling me to get between them. It wasn't the position I had expected, but it looked better than my idea. Jeff reached down and grabbed my dick, guiding it into position. "Now," he said when I was in the right spot. I pushed forward, gently at first, then harder when it didn't go in right away. My dick slid off the spot but Jeff guided it back again. Then pressing against the stubborn opening, I felt the head pop through his asshole. "Easy," Jeff said, his face telling me that it had hurt. But then he told me, "Okay." This time when I pressed forward I felt the warmth of his body envelope my dick completely. The feeling was fantastic!
I started moving back and forth, pulling my dick almost out, then deep in again. "This is really great," I told Jeff, "but how's it feel to you?" "You wouldn't believe how good," he said. I was doubtful at first, but I began to believe when he excitedly grabbed his dick and started jacking himself off. It wasn't long before we had a helluva rhythm going. Beating like mad on his dick, Jeff kept saying, "Fuck me harder!" By then I was ramming 8 inches into him with all my might. Hot as hell, I told Jeff I was getting close. "So am I," he said without skipping a stroke. Then, at the mark, I lunged into him, feeling my dick throb as it shot off deep inside him. Almost immediately, Jeff shot, and a stream of white from his dick went all over both of us.
I collapsed against him, exhausted, Jeff's cum making our bodies stick together. I started to pull away, but Jeff wrapped his arms around me and told me, "Wait, it still feels good to me." "If I wait too long I'll be hard again," I said. "Sounds like a good idea," Jeff told me. Sure enough, just thinking about it, I got a second hard-on and started fucking again, using long slow strokes.
Just then Stan came in the door and saw us. "Well, I guess you two have learned quite well." he said. I immediately felt my dick plop out of Jeff's ass. Jeff jumped off the bed and started to look for clothes. Stan told us, "That's OK. I am glad that you two have been doing your homework. Right now it is time to split and head for Indianapolis." We both got dressed and packed. Stan promised us more education when we got to Indianapolis.
We grabbed the bags and piled into the car. Though we talked about everything else during the afternoon of driving, none of us not even Stan ever mentioned what had gone on the night before, or that morning. I was wondering what Stan had meant by the education and I thought it best to wait and see.
When we arrived, we drove to Stan's apartment a nice apartment in the suburbs. As soon as we got all of our stuff in the apartment, Stan started to undress, and urged us to. We went into the bedroom, where Stan started to kiss me and play with my dick. My dick got hard almost immediately. He laid me down on the bed, and started sucking on my dick. His finger started probing around my ass. That was feeling good. Jeff was watching all of this and I noticed that his dick was getting pretty hard just watching.
Stan reached under the bed and brought out a tube of Vaseline, and started working some around my ass. Then I felt his finger start working its way around in there. I had never had anything in there and this was all a new experience for me. But, it felt great! Suddenly, Stan pulled his finger out, and said, "You really need to get that cleaned out! It's dirty up in there." "What are you going to do?" I asked him. "Have you ever had an enema?" he asked. I told him that I hadn't, and wasn't really sure what one was.
Stan led me into the bathroom, and pulled back the shower curtain. A vinyl covered table covered about half of the bathtub. He told me to lay down on my back on the table with my feet up against the wall at the end of the tub. While I was getting comfortable, he hung a big, red, bulging bag with a long hose from the shower rod. He took some more Vaseline and greased my ass some more. He told me to relax and I tried to, but I was really nervous. He took some more Vaseline and I could feel him working it in all around my ass. Then he would just start his finger into my asshole, and then take it out and get some more Vaseline. He kept telling me to relax. I had never tried putting anything up there. I didn't know that things could go in, just come out. After all, I was only 16! Soon I could feel his finger moving in and out of my asshole. It felt pretty good. I was starting to enjoy it!
Then he took a tube and put some Vaseline on that and worked it up in my ass. Oh, man what a feeling! Then he pumped something and that was really wild. He said that was so that the tube wouldn't pull out. I felt right then as if I was going to shit. Stan told me to breathe deep and to relax. Stan kept rubbing my ass, as well as massaging my stomach. Soon, I was feeling better and didn't feel as if I was going to have to shit any more. Stan asked me how I was feeling, and I told that I was doing OK. Then I felt him playing with the tube, and then I heard a 'click'. Stan was still massaging my stomach and saying soothing things. Then, I started feeling something funny going on inside me. I felt as if I was filling up, and then I realized that I was going to have to shit. I told Stan, but he just kept telling me to relax and breath deeply. I tried to, but suddenly I heard a pop, and felt relief. I heard the splash and plop and the pressure inside of me was suddenly relieved. Stan kept rubbing my stomach and saying soothing things. I asked him what he had put up there, and he told me that it was water from the big red bag. I laid there and was feeling even more relaxed than before.
Stan took the bag down, and he put some more water in it, and soon it was bulging again. Then I felt him put the tube back in my ass and pump that thing up again. I gradually felt that fullness coming on again. I also became aware of a raging hard dick. I reached down to play with it, but Stan moved my hand away. I could feel the pressure inside getting greater, but I could also feel my dick getting harder and harder. I reached down to play with my dick again, and Stan told me that was reserved for later on, and moved my hand. I put my hand back down there. I had to do something about my dick that was in agony. Stan reached up on the shelf over the bathtub and got two sets of handcuffs. He put one on each wrist and then fastened my wrists to some rings in the wall over my head. Now I couldn't play with my dick, and the agony of my hard on was driving me out of my mind.
I felt the pressure in my gut getting greater and greater. I started feeling some cramps and when I told Stan, he told me to take more deep breaths and he kept rubbing my stomach. Then the cramps started going away, but I still really felt full. I looked at the bag and saw that it didn't bulge anymore, in fact it was almost flat.
I looked at Jeff and he was standing there jacking off. "Make him stop that", I cried. "If I can't jack off, then don't let him!" Jeff was still jacking, so Stan got another set of handcuffs down. Then Stan got Jeff down on the table beside me and fastened his hand cuffs to the rings, too. Jeff and I were laying side by side on that table, each with our feet braced against the wall, and our hands handcuffed to the wall. I looked at Jeff, and could tell that he was a little scared. At least he had been fucked not too long before and had some idea of what it felt like.
Stan filled the bag again, and I could see that he was putting Vaseline on Jeff's ass. I looked at Jeff and I could see from his face that he was enjoying that. Then Stan put a tube up Jeff's ass, like had mine. I heard a click, and I knew that it had started. Jeff's cock was getting real big now, and from his expression I could see that he was starting to feel what I was feeling. I was still feeling some cramps, and I was having to shit even more and more. Stan was rubbing each of our stomaches and kept telling both of us to breath deeply. Jeff and I both were so hard that you could have driven nails with our dicks.
Soon, I heard the bag gurgle, and then the click as Stan clamped it off. I knew that Jeff had as much in him as I did in me. He looked over at me, and kind of smiled. I raised my head and our lips met, and we gave each other a kiss. That was new also! Stan had kissed me earlier, but I hadn't felt anything from it. I had never even kissed a girl, and now I was kissing a guy and my best friend, at that!
I was beginning to feel as if I had to piss and between the piss, the shit and the hard on, I was really under a helluva lot of pressure. This was a really wild feeling. I had to shit, piss, and cum, all at once. I thought I was going to explode! I didn't know if I was in pain or pleasure!
I told Stan that I needed to piss, and he brought out a tube that looked almost like what he had put up my ass, only a little smaller. He grabbed a tube of K-Y, and then grabbed my cock and started putting the tube in my dick. It burned a little, but nowheres near as bad as I had thought that it would. He went slowly and when it was almost all of the way in, I felt more burning. It showed in my face, and he went real slowly with it, and then it didn't hurt anymore. It just felt funny. Piss was coming out of the tube. I tried to use my muscles to clamp it off, but the piss just kept on coming out. I had no control over it! Then he put a plug in the end of the tube, and pumped some water in the other tube. He said that was so that it wouldn't come out. I still felt as if I had to piss! Then he got out another tube and greased that, and grabbed Jeff's dick and started putting the tube in Jeff's dick. I leaned over and kissed Jeff while it was going in. I felt Jeff get real tense and groan and then it was all right. Then he pumped some water into Jeff's tube and put a plug into the end of it. After he was done, he connected the two tubes together with some clear plastic tubing. I could see my piss flowing into Jeff. Then it stopped flowing, and my piss pressure wasn't as great anymore. I still had to shit real bad, and that was getting worse. Then Jeff said that he couldn't hold it anymore and the tube popped out of his ass. I felt Stan take my tube out and then I heard the dual splash streams as Jeff and I both emptied our bowels into the bathtub.
As we lay there recovering, Stan got out another bag, and hung that on the shower rod along side the first one. Then he filled both of them with hot water. While we relaxed and rested, and emptied out our guts, Stan explained the nozzle that he was using, and showed us that the enema nozzle had a bulb that blew up like a balloon inside our ass which kept the water and the nozzle from coming out. He explained that the catheter that he had put in each of our dicks was made the same way, and did the same thing. He said that when the catheter had really hurt when it was being passed through the muscle that controls the flow of piss. The muscle was trying very hard to stay closed and keep the piss in, and the tube was forcing its way past it. He said that once we got the feel of it, that we would learn to relax that muscle as the catheter went in, and the process of putting in a catheter was no more painful than putting the tube up our ass. It is possible to keep one in for several days and be quite comfortable with it.
After a few more minutes of relaxing, we both felt that we were done shitting for a while. Stan put the tubes back in each of us, and hooked the water up. Now he made a contest out of it, to see which of us could take the most water, the quickest. Stan said that each bag held three quarts, and I was sure that I couldn't hold all of it.
Stan kept massaging our stomaches and urging us to take deep breaths. I kept feeling fuller and fuller, and I kept wondering if I was really going to be able to take it all! Suddenly I heard two gurgles as each bag emptied. Stan announced that it had been a tie, that both bags had emptied at the same time, and each one of us had taken the whole bag. Stan was delighted! I was in agony! I looked over at Jeff, and I could see that he was in agony, also.
Here we were. Two 18 year old guys in Indianapolis, a long ways from Lancaster, Pa. Tied to the wall with tubes up our asses, tubes down our dicks, and passing piss back and forth between us. Neither Jeff, nor I had ever done anything sexual before. I had jacked off a lot, and I guess that he had, too. But we never messed around with girls, or with other guys. This was really a new, and wild experience. I wondered if we would ever get out of here. But, we hadn't been hurt, at all, and, I had to admit that I was kind of enjoying it.
I had to shit something fierce, and I felt that I had to piss bad enough to float a battleship. And to top it all off, my dick was rock hard and I was so horny I could have come with one touch. Stan then told us that it would be a contest to see who could hold all of the water the longest. I looked over at Jeff, and I could see his stomach was raised up quite a ways. A look at his face showed me that he was stretched just about like I was. I guess that he had to piss pretty bad, too.
Stan then clamped each of our catheters and disconnected the tube between us. He replaced that tube with a 'Y' tube and put the bottom hose into one of the enema bags. Then he released the clamp and I finally found relief in one area. I was finally getting my bladder emptied. That was pure pleasure. Suddenly, my ass didn't feel so full either. It had made quite a difference. I noticed that between us, we had almost filled the bag. Then Stan filled the other bag with cold water. Then he put both bags back up on the shower curtain rod. The bag that was filled with piss was connected with a 'Y' connector to the tubes in our asses. The bag that had been filled with the cold water was connected to the tubes in our dicks. Then he released both bags, and suddenly the fullness was greater than ever. I thought that my ass had been full before, but it was even fuller now. I thought that I had to piss before, but this was even worse. I had had enough and tried to piss, but found that I couldn't. Soon I heard one bag gurgle, and then the other bag gurgled. We had our piss up our ass, added to the water that had already been up there, which really increased the pressure. And, our bladders were fuller than ever before. I can't remember ever having my bladder so full.
Jeff and I were both begging Stan to give us a break. Stan agreed that we were probably pretty clean by now, and agreed to help us out. Both of our dicks were rigid and bouncing up and down. Stan grabbed the soap and lathered each of our dicks, one in each hand. He massaged our dicks and the feeling was fucking exquisite. Never had I felt anything like that before! After about three strokes I could feel myself cumming. As the cum came out of my dick, the feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was like climbing up a mountain, gradually approaching the top and suddenly jumping off the top of the mountain and feeling the wild rush on the way down, feeling the spin of your head. You fly through space toward the bottom of that mountain. The air rushes past and you are totally unconcerned with anything around you. Your whole body goes limp, and then as you approach the bottom you start drifting like a feather and gently land on the ground. You lay there limp, like a worn out dish rag in the land of Oz.
As I came around, I looked over at Jeff, and he was just coming around. Stan had almost all of the equipment put away, and the handcuffs were off our wrists. Stan removed the tubes from our asses, and I again heard the dual streams splat against the end of the tub. He left the 'Y' connector on the catheters, but unhooked them from the bag so that our piss joined and flowed down the tube to drain into the tub.
As we laid there, relaxing and getting everything emptied out, Jeff leaned over and put his lips on mine, and as we met, I could feel his tongue enter my mouth. I had never been kissed like this before! Where had he learned that? His tongue probed around in my mouth and I could feel it caressing my tongue, and my teeth, and my gums. Then I pushed past his tongue and got my tongue in his mouth. Oh, what a pleasure to feel his mouth with my tongue. My cock was getting raging hard again. Stan would rub our stomaches and our cocks from time to time. Finally, Jeff and I felt that we were emptied. We were also exhausted.
Then I felt Stan playing with my ass, and something popped into the hole. I could feel that my asshole was being held open. Stan then put another one in Jeff. Stan explained that this was to drain our bowels.
He took the handcuffs off of Jeff and had him stand up. The catheter stayed in, but it was dripping. Stan brought a white pad in the bathroom, and when he unfolded it, I saw that it was a diaper. He started to put it on Jeff. I started to laugh, but Stan told me not to laugh, that I was going to get one, too. Sure enough, as soon as Jeff's diaper was on, Stan took my handcuffs off and told me to stand up. He passed it through my crotch and fastened it around my right leg, quite tightly. Then he fastened it around my left leg, tightly. Then he reached down inside the diaper and grabbed the tube and pulled it straight up, and of course, my dick came with it. Then he positioned the catheter so it was curled around with the end right at the base of my cock. He fastened the top of the diaper tightly around my waist. Suddenly I felt the warm piss trickle over my cock, around and over my balls, caress my asshole, and then get soaked into the diaper.
Stan led us into the queen size bed, and both of us flopped down, and passed out. We were exhausted!
I awoke several hours later. Jeff was still asleep beside me. My diaper was soaked, but it was the first time that I could ever remember waking up without having to piss. I reached over, and Jeff was also wet. I pulled his diaper away and found his cock. It was rock hard. I put my tongue on it and delighted in the salty taste as I licked the underside of it. His dick started getting harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt my diaper being removed and a hand playing with my dick. I looked down, and Stan was doing the same thing to my dick that I was doing to Jeff's.
I kept licking Jeff's cock, but I was having trouble keeping my mind on it, because of what Stan was doing to my cock. Then I felt the tremblings in the base of Jeff's cock, and suddenly it erupted, just as mine did! I don't know when Jeff woke up, I am sure it was before he came! We both lay there, totally spent. Stan crawled up between us, and the three of us snuggled with each other.
After a while we got up and took off the diapers. They were really soaked. Not just from the piss, but the water that had been left in our bowels had also drained out into the diaper. Stan pulled the tubes out of our asses and the three of us took a shower. Jeff and I still had our catheters in. We took turns lathering each other, kissing each other and sucking on each others cocks while the water flowed over us. We got out of the shower and Jeff and I toweled each other off.
Stan diapered us, again and then we went to the kitchen. He had the coffee all made and poured each of us a cup. While we sat there drinking coffee, he started cooking some bacon and eggs. Then I realized that I was hungry! Jeff and I sat there waiting for breakfast, feeling of each others body, playing with tits, rubbing legs, and kissing. I could feel the trickle of piss running down over the base of my cock and around my balls. I could feel the diaper getting wetter, and wetter. I reached over and pulled the top of Jeff's diaper away from his stomach and looked down in. I could see that he had been getting wet, too.
After breakfast, and several more cups of coffee, our diapers were soaked again. Stan took us into the bedroom and took the diapers off. Then he had us both lay down on the bed. He released the balloon on my catheter, and I felt the tube start easing its way out of my dick, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Stan released the balloon on Jeff's catheter and pulled his out, too.
Stan then floored us when he said that he had to get home to his wife! It seems that he was married with two kids on the other side of the city. He kept this apartment just for things like this. He said that we could stay as long as we wanted, but that he had to leave.
When he'd gone, Jeff and I found a six pack in the refrigerator. We started drinking a little beer, and then we were sucking each other's dicks again. Once Jeff pulled his mouth off my dick and got my balls in his mouth. That felt good so I did it to him. Then I felt his mouth moving further back, and then the wetness of his tongue licking at me. I sensed where he was going, and a thrill went through me as the tip of his tongue touched my ass-hole. It excited the hell out of me. Without even thinking I got my face between the cheeks of his ass and ran my tongue around that pucker hole. I knew it was clean after the flushing and washing that we had just had! I was really turned on! Good as Jeff's tongue felt in my ass, though, I wasn't ready for his next idea: "Let me fuck you". Still, he'd let me do it to him, and I was excited.
I lay on my back with my legs up, as Jeff had, and he told me, "The secret's to relax it only hurts for a minute, and it's not really bad." Then he had his face down in my ass and his tongue in my asshole again. I was ready for anything! I guess it relaxed me, anyway it hardly hurt at all. I guided Jeff's cock to the spot, and he pushed in so slowly and gently I couldn't believe how easy it was. There was a short stab of pain when the head of his dick got in my ass, but it was gone almost at once. And, to my surprise, it did feel good to have Jeff in me. The deeper he went into me, the better it was, and the more excited I became. I started jacking off while Jeff pumped in and out of me, both of us growing more and more frantic. I wasn't ready, though, when he suddenly rammed deep into me and stopped, his cock throbbing as he shot his load into my insides. It turned me on, though, and I beat frantically on my dick. Jeff shoved my hand away, thought, and took over jacking me off, his dick still in my ass. Then, just as I got to the mark, I felt his dick slip out of me as he got his mouth down on my dick to take every bit of my load.
We spent the whole night sucking and fucking, sleeping in between, but never for long. It was almost noon when we finally got out of bed and made it to the shower. We both felt good and we couldn't keep from touching each other, looking at each other's face and smiling for sheer happiness. At the same moment, we moved toward each other and kissed, our tongues moving back and forth exploring as our hands moved all over each other's body. When we finally pulled apart, Jeff said, "I don't know if I am queer, or not, but I really like all of this stuff we have been doing, and I really like doing it with you." "I do, too," I agreed, "and I don't care if we are queer."
We didn't go back to bed, believe it, or not. We hit the road again. Headed for home. By then we'd decided we didn't have to go all the way to California to have fun.
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net
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