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October 15, 2008

Boykiller
By
Alex Hawk

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta said. She was lying naked on her bed with her legs spread.

Between those legs was a naked twelve-year-old boy named Lucas. He’d never had sex before, but now he was about to lose his virginity to this wonderfully nice twenty-one-year old woman! He felt so lucky! Just wait until his friends heard about this!

Very carefully, very uncertainly, and nervous as hell, Lucas gave a little push with his hips and watched as his twelve-year-old virgin penis disappeared into Alesta’s vagina. As he sank his young, almost hairless erection into her, he let out a little moan of pure pleasure and slowly started fucking, knowing that he’d probably cum soon, but not really caring.

“That’s right,” Alesta whispered, putting her hands under the pillow behind her head. “Fuck me good, little boy.”

Lucas did as he was told, keeping his eyes closed and savoring the delightful feeling of having his penis in a woman’s vagina for the very first time! His body began to tense as his orgasm approached. It’d be the best orgasm of his life!

It was also his last. Just as Lucas started to cum, Alesta’s hands flew from under the pillows, a sharp knife in each one. Each knife slid into Lucas’ naked, preteen body, right between his ribs. Both lungs were punctured, and one of the blades severed the boy’s heart.

Lucas’ eyes flew open. What had been a world of happiness and bliss was suddenly a world of pain and fear. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing but a faint gurgle and a lot of blood issued forth. He tried to pull away from Alesta, but she’d locked her legs around his hips, trapping him against her. Lucas looked into Alesta’s eyes, trying to understand what was happening, but he couldn’t make sense of anything. Slowly his vision faded and everything went dark. The light would never shine again for him.

Alesta’s vagina began contracting around Lucas’ penis as he finally died, his smooth body moving no longer. She gave the dead boy a little kiss and then rolled out from under him, looking at the body of the dead child. Very cute! And he’d never turn into an adult. He’d never be a man. That was what made her happiest.
Whistling a jolly little tune, Alesta went and cleaned up. Later on she’d dispose of the dead boy. He was the twenty-third boy she’d killed since she started at the age of fifteen. She’d gotten good at the murdering. And the body disposal.

Now she just had to plan the next one…

* * *

A full two weeks went by before Alesta felt the need to kill again. She went out to a local beach where lots of boys hung out. She’d find the perfect one, lure him to her car, take him to her house and then… well, he’d eventually wind up joining poor little Lucas.

Down at the beach, Alesta stripped down to her bikini and looked around, checking out all the cute boys. She considered and rejected several before finally picking one. He was wearing a pair of board shorts, looked to be about fifteen, had curly blond hair and a very nice body. He’d be perfect.

She approached the boy and started talking with him about incidentals. He was indeed fifteen, she found out, and named Daniel. After another fifteen minutes or so of talking, she got him to go with her back to the van she drove. To just hang out, she said. As soon as the boy agreed, it was also she could do not to cheer. Within an hour this lovely teenage boy would be dead.

When they got to the van, they sat in the back. The windows were heavily tinted. No one would see inside. Alesta looked Daniel over. The boy was still wearing only his board shorts.

“You have a really nice body,” she said to him.

“Thanks.” He felt happy that an older woman was noticing him!

“I bet you work out a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

Alesta placed a hand on Daniel’s chest and ran it down to his stomach. “Very nice.”

“Thanks,” he said, now sounding a little nervous.

“You must get laid a lot,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Uh… well, actually…” Daniel blushed. “I’m still a virgin,” he mumbled.

“That’s ok, Daniel. Everyone’s a virgin to start with.”

Daniel didn’t say anything, but he was now acutely aware of how hard his penis was.

Alesta seemed to notice. She reached down and caressed his shaft through his shorts, and then slowly buttoned and unzipped them, reaching into his underwear to pull out his erect teenage penis.

“So you’ve never had a girl lucky enough to have this inside her?” Alesta purred, stroking the boy’s penis slowly.

“N… no…” Daniel said, closing his eyes, unable to guess where this was headed, but happy to make the journey.

“I bet you’d love to fuck me,” Alesta said, leaning close and whispering into the boy’s ear.

“Yeah…”

“Good…” Alsesta pulled off the bikini bottoms, exposing her vagina to the young virgin. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get you laid?”

“Alright,” Daniel said through a haze of sexual energy.

“Take those shorts off,” Alesta suggested. “And stay back there. I don’t want to lose any time when we get to my house.”

Daniel did as he was told and sat in the back of the van, naked, hard, horny and a little overwhelmed by everything. For lack of anything better to do during the drive, he found himself nervously masturbating. Not planning to have an orgasm, just trying to calm down.

When they got to her house, Alesta pressed the button on the garage door opener and pulled the van inside. Once the door was closed, she got back into the back seat with Daniel.

“Well… here we are… ready to fuck?”

“Are you… are you really going to let me?” he whispered.

“Oh, yes.” Alesta sat up and pulled off her bikini top. Now nude, she got out of the van and said, “Follow me.”

Daniel followed Alesta as she led him back to her bedroom. He couldn’t believe that was actually going to get laid! As Lucas before him, he felt like he must be the luckiest boy in the world.

Alesta took hold of Daniel’s penis and gave it a couple slow strokes as she pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the lips. The boy really was beautiful, she though. One of the best looking kids she’d ever planned to kill. At least he wouldn’t grow up to be some horribly hairy, ugly man. She’d spare him the ravages of time.

Alesta ran her hands down the boy’s bare muscular chest and said to him, “Lay down. I’ll do all the work.”

“Alright,” Daniel whispered, lying down on the bed.

Once Daniel was lying down, Alesta got on top of him, straddling his waist. She took hold of his penis, rubbing it against her vagina. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Daniel managed to whisper. He’d been ready for this ever since puberty started!

Little did he know that it would be one of the last things ever to happen to him. Alesta rubbed against him some more and then slowly lowered her twenty-one-year-old vagina down around Daniel’s lovely fifteen-year-old virgin penis. She let out a little whisper of pleasure as he entered her. Now his fate was sealed. He would die. He had to die.

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered.

Daniel moaned slightly and pushed up, feeling his penis being wrapped in the exquisite warmth of his first vagina. Now he knew for a fact that he was the luckiest boy in the universe! So wrapped up in what he was feeling as he began to fuck, he didn’t notice Alesta’s hands coming to rest on either side of his naked young body, didn’t notice one of the hands reaching under the pillow to pull out a sharp knife.

Alesta rode the naked young boy expertly. She’d been trained well over the years. Each time she got fucked by a boy, she knew it was going to be his last experience ever, so she always wanted to make it as good for him as she could.

Underneath Alesta’s body, Daniel was lost in a world of total bliss. He’d never felt anything so good as this! He felt his orgasm approaching and tried to hold off, wanting for Alesta to enjoy this as much as he was. But it was to no anvil. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, Daniel felt his penis start kicking as his sperm fired off.

As soon as Alesta felt Daniel’s sperm splashing into her vagina, she made her move, slicing downward with her arm. It was easy for her to find the target, since Daniel’s head was thrown back into the pillow. All she had to do was draw her knife across his exposed throat, slicing through flesh, blood and cartilage.

Daniel’s eyes slammed open and a faint hissing, gurgling sound issued from the gaping wound in his throat. He reached up to Alesta and tried to get the knife from her, but she held it far away from him, holding his naked body down with hers as his blood sprayed out all over the bed. Alesta wasn’t concerned. She knew how to take care of evidence.

The boy’s movements began to slow as the flow of blood went from spurts to a mere trickle. Finally he stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped doing anything, his dead eyes wide open and showing pain, confusion and betrayal.

Alesta climaxed as the teenage boy under her died, just as she always did. When she was done with her own pleasure, she got off Daniel’s motionless body. Leaning down she gave him a tender kiss on his dead lips, smiling to herself and feeling the usual surge of victory and power.

Alesta ducked into the shower, getting herself nice and clean. Later today she’d trek Daniel’s body out to the usual place and dump him with Lucas and the others. She wished she could give them a better funeral than what they ended up with, but c’est la morte.

She’d just finished the shower and put on a bathrobe when she heard a knock on the front door. Curious, she went over and peered at the front porch through the thick curtains over her windows.

There was a boy at her door.

She regarded him for a few seconds. Probably thirteen or so. Tasseled brown hair, nice enough looking clothes. Very cute face. Nice body. She briefly pictured him naked and thrusting on top of her as his virginity fled his young body, then slashing him open and watching his life flee as well.

Alesta hadn’t ever done two boys in one day, except for back a couple years ago when she had twin eleven-year-old boys at her mercy. Killing one boy after another had been quite fun. Now she had the chance to do it again. There was a slight risk because she hadn’t dealt with Daniel’s body yet, but she figured she could just do this one in the living room.

Loosening her robe belt just slightly, she went to the front door and opened it.

“Yes?” she asked politely.

The boy stared at her briefly, eyes focused mostly on her partially exposed breasts. “Uh… hi!” he managed to say after a bit. “My name is Taylor. I’m a student at Garfield Junior High and I’m selling candy to raise money for my school.” He shook a little box of candy bars.

Alesta smiled her sweetest, most disarming smile. “Well. I’m Alesta. Why don’t you come inside for a little bit and we’ll see what you have.”

“Ok,” Taylor said, very pleased. He’d not been able to move more than two bars of candy after spending a full hour walking around. Now there was at least a chance he’d get a sale!

“So your name is Taylor, you said?” Alesta asked as she shut the door behind the boy, quietly, but firmly, locking it.

“Yeah.”

“Kind of like Taylor Hanson, huh?” she said with a sweet smile. THERE was a boy she’d wanted bad. But now he’d started to age and was married and had a child. Alesta sighed softly. She could have spared him the ravages of time.

“Yeah, I guess. I was never really into Hanson.”

“So what sort of candy do you have? Here, sit next to me,” she said, plopping herself onto the couch and patting a space next to her.

Taylor sat down and opened up his candy box. He ran through the various choices and then when he was done, Alesta said, “I’ll take them all!”

Taylor blinked and smiled in happy surprise. “Really? Wow! Cool! You’re the best!”

Alesta laughed, a throaty laugh, full of danger, though Taylor didn’t recognize the sound. “I’m glad you’re happy.” She stood, her robe falling open a little, just enough to expose one of her breasts. Taylor drew in a sharp breath. Alesta looked down at him.

“Something wrong?”

“Uh… no!” With great effort he tore his eyes away.

Alesta laughed again. “You were taking a peek, weren’t you?”

“No, no!” Taylor lied hurriedly.

“It’s alright,” she said with a sweet smile. “I don’t mind.” She let her robe fall open a little more, exposing both breasts fully. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman naked before?”

Taylor could only shake his head. He was confused as hell, but was willing to go with it. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman let him see her like this!

“Do you want to see more?” she purred, pleased that his inexperience likely meant he was still a virgin.

“Uh… sure, I guess! I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. Why should I mind? I’ll tell you what… if you take off your shirt, I’ll let you see me totally naked.”

“You will?” Taylor squeaked, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Of course.” She lowered the robe just a little more, enough to really tease the child.

Taylor knew he shouldn’t be here and shouldn’t be doing this, but he really couldn’t resist. The chance to see a real life naked woman! Wow! His already very hard young penis twitched with total excitement and anticipation.

“Ok,” he replied. Nervously he sat up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his hairless, teenage chest.

Alesta moved close and ran a finger down the boy’s body. “Oh, very nice…”

“Thank you,” he said with a little gasp.

“You can touch me if you want to,” Alesta suggested, knowing that few boys indeed would ever turn down the chance to touch her. They certainly hadn’t turned down the chance when she’d been six.

Moving uncertainly, Taylor reached out a hand and gently ran it along one of Alesta’s breasts. His penis kicked with pure glee at the thought of what he was doing.

“Ready to see the rest?” Alesta asked.

“Oh, yes…” the young boy whispered, not aware that at this point his death was pretty much assured.

Alesta very slowly lowered the rest of her bathrobe until she stood naked in front of this pretty young child. She smiled at him and then sat down on his lap, straddling his waist and gently kissing his surprised looking face.

“You like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah…”

She wiggled against the boy’s crotch, feeling the hardness of his penis inside his jeans. “I can tell, you know,” she said with a little grin.

Taylor was too overwhelmed to do much more than simply grin back in shy embarrassment.

Alesta ran her hands down Taylor’s chest to his jeans. Once there she unbuttoned them and then unzipped them, reaching inside his boxers to let his young penis pop up into view. She had a brief flashback to earlier in the day with Daniel, then a few other flashbacks that she did her best to crush as she began stroking Taylor’s teenage erection.

“You have a nice one,” she whispered to Taylor as she leaned down and kissed his ear.

“Thank you,” he whispered back.

“You ever done anything like this?”

“No…”

Alesta smiled to herself. The boy was a virgin! Perfect. Now he was doomed. Cute and lovely little thirteen-year-old Taylor would be dead within five minutes, ten at the outside. She’d bury him and Daniel together. Two naked young boys, together and beautiful for all eternity.

Alesta moved slowly, laying herself down on the couch and spreading her legs as one of her hands went under a pillow to find the knife she always kept there.

“You wanna try something really nice?” she asked Taylor, wiggling her hips suggestively.

“You mean…” Taylor swallowed, unable to finish the thought, much less saying what he wanted to say.

“Yes… do you wanna fuck me?”

Taylor’s mouth opened and closed a couple times and then he somehow was able to say, “Yes… oh, yes… can I really?”

“Of course. Just take off those clothes.”

Taylor pulled his pants and boxers off while eyeballing the first vagina he’d ever seen in his life. His penis was going to be in there soon! He’d actually get to fuck a girl less than two months after he’d turned thirteen! None of his friends had managed that yet!

Taylor then rather awkwardly got onto the couch, kneeling between Alesta’s legs. He knew vaguely what he was supposed to do, but wasn’t totally certain. He looked at the older woman’s face, hoping she’d help him without making him ask.

Alesta had seen that look on many a young virgin. She reached down and took Taylor’s penis in her hand and lined it up with her vagina. “Just push it into me,” she whispered.

Taylor nodded and thrust with his hips, feeling the incredible sensation of his nearly hairless thirteen-year-old virgin penis slide deep into Alesta’s twenty-one year old vagina. It was a magnificent place of warmth, wetness and tightness like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was mind boggling!

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered, sealing the boy’s fate.

Taylor, unlike Lucas and Daniel, kept his eyes mostly open as he fucked for the first time. Alesta didn’t think this was any big deal, and it certainly didn’t worry her. It made it even easier for her to tell when he was going to cum. She locked eyes with him, determined to murder the boy as soon as his orgasm began.

Taylor’s naked, thrusting body kept moving on top of Alesta, the young boy fucking her as best as he could, considering it was his first time. As he kept fucking, faster and faster, he could tell that he was going to cum soon and was determined to enjoy his orgasm as much as he’d enjoyed the fucking.

Alesta felt the boy’s body tense and she tightened her grip on the knife. Any second now…

Taylor suddenly let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his penis fired off his first sperm into Alesta’s vagina. He’d kept his eyes locked on hers and must’ve sensed something was awry because he abruptly pulled back just slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make sure that the knife that had been headed for this throat instead cut a nice slice across his upper left arm.

“Shit!” he screamed in pain and confusion and quickly leapt from the couch, sperm still blasting from his teenage penis.

“You little FUCK!” Alesta screamed back at him, totally outraged. Only one other boy had ever managed to dodge her first knife thrust. She’d got him eventually. She’d kept him alive for six days after that. It hadn’t been easy.

Taylor was quick on his feet. Ignoring the pain in his arm he sprinted for the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He dodged an awkward slash from Alesta and picked up a lamp to toss at her. He missed, but her dodge was enough for him to run past her into the rest of the house.

Running into the bedroom he screamed again as he saw another boy, naked and dead, laying on Alesta’s bed, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, a huge red gash across his throat and blood all over the bedroom.

That could have been me, Taylor thought, scared out of his mind. The sound of Alesta charging into the room was enough to break the spell. He spun around and caught her arm, the two of them falling and landing on the bed. They rolled around on the blood-soaked sheets, at one point even rolling over the body of the poor dead boy.

Finally they rolled off the bed, Taylor on top. He struggled away from Alesta and ran out of the room, vaguely aware of the fact that he was still naked and that his arm was still bleeding, and now his whole body was covered in the blood of some poor dead kid.

Taylor stopped running when he got to the kitchen. He saw a couple carving knives in a knife block and pulled out one. What he saw that really got his attention was a cordless phone. He grabbed it and dialed 911.

“911 emergency, how can I help you?”

“Help! I’m stuck in some crazy lady’s house and she’s trying to kill me!”

“What is your address, please?”

“I don’t know! I-”

“You little FUCK! You’re DEAD!” Alesta screamed as she charged into the room.

Thinking fast, Taylor threw the phone as hard as he could. He was in Little League and knew what he was doing when tossing something with speed and accuracy. The phone arced out of his hand and bonked Alesta right between the eyes. She blinked, glared and then leapt at him, knife in hand.

Alesta either hadn’t seen the knife Taylor was holding or didn’t worry about it. They rolled onto the ground, and Taylor ended up on top. Faster than either he or Alesta would have ever believed, he took the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, directly at Alesta’s face.

In the years to come Taylor would never forget the sensation of the knife breaking through Alesta’s left-eye. It pierced through the eyeball, down into her brain and embedded itself in the back of her skull. It was one of the most horrible things Taylor had ever felt in his life, and he’d remember it in his nightmares forever.

Underneath his naked body, Alesta twitched once, twice and then let out a slow exhale and stopped moving. Taylor felt her heart flutter and then it, too, stopped. The woman who had murdered twenty-four boys was now herself dead, killed by one of the boy’s she’d tried to do in.

Taylor laid there, half on top of Alesta, breathing hard and trying to make his mind work as he ran over everything that had happened in the last hour. He’d fucked a woman! And she’d tried to kill him. She’d killed another boy. And she’d tried to kill him. He’d killed her. But she’d tried to kill him.

The more Taylor thought about how Alesta had tried to kill him, the more angry he got. He became aware that his penis was hard, and as he looked down at Alesta’s body a thought entered his mind.

“Try to kill me, huh, bitch? Try to stab me! Here, take this!” He lined up his young penis and slid down into her vagina, feeling the still-warm sensation of the woman’s dead body around him as he started fucking her hard and fast. He knew he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t really matter much. All that mattered was making her pay for what she’d done to him and done to the boy in the bedroom and done to god only knew how many other boys.

Taylor finally felt the pleasure of orgasm wash through his body as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. As soon as he was done cumming, he pulled out of her, and looked down at the woman he’d killed. He wanted to hate her, but right now he was too exhausted. He staggered to his feet and walked into the bedroom where he looked at the boy lying dead on the bed. He wasn’t much older than Taylor. Taylor wondered who he was.

“I’m sorry she got you, dude,” he whispered, going over and brushing a lock of blood-coated hair from the dead boy’s face. “I got her for both of us.”

Taylor then collapsed onto the ground, crying and shaking as the police finally arrived.

Over the course of the next couple weeks the police slowly put together everything that had happened at Alesta’s home. Inside her basement, down in a freezer, they found the severed penises of twenty-three boys, the youngest of which was prepubescent. They figured, correctly, that Daniel and Taylor’s penises would have joined the others had not Taylor stopped Alesta successfully. As for the fact that there’d obviously been post-mortem intercourse between the young boy and his would-be killer, that was left out of every official record. Taylor had been through enough.

Taylor himself spent many, many years in therapy as a result of what he’d been through. He eventually was able to make peace with that horrible day and eventually even fell in love with another man. He never had sex with a woman again and never wanted to. As he once observed, “When your first time is that eventful, you don’t want there to be a second.”

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. C’est la morte.

So there you have it. I’ve written a snuff and necro story. Did it get me off? Yeah, a little. I’m comfortable admitting that. It’s not like I wanna go out and kill people now, though looking at photos of dead teenage boys might be… well, nevermind.

Needless to say, I do NOT condone the behaviors depicted in here. PLEASE don’t go around seducing young boys and killing them. That’s what you might call “wrong”.

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Brad and Jesse

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October 25, 2008

Brad and Jesse
By
Alex Hawk

“Cool party, huh, Brad?” Jesse asked me over the noise.

“Yeah!” I said back, and took a sip of my beer.

I’d met Jesse through a mutual friend back a couple months ago. We’d never spent any real time talking with each other or anything like that, but you know how once you meet someone you sometimes run into them everywhere after that? Yeah, it was kind of like that. Casual acquaintances. Now we were both at an end-of-summer party and were spending time hanging out with each other, since we didn’t really know anyone else.

Jesse and I were getting along pretty well. We actually had a fair amount in common. We were both blond, we were both skaters, we were both into a lot of the same music, and we even had the same taste in girls. Plus we were almost the same age; he was fifteen and I was fourteen.

Currently the two of us were out on the patio at the house of the party host. There were a bunch of other kids running around, most in various stages of drunk.

Like Jesse, I’d only had two beers, and I at least planned to keep it that way. I’d been drunk before and I didn’t much care for it.

At one point as we were talking, a very hot girl walked by and Jesse said to me, “Damn, now that’s fine!”

I nodded in agreement, and then turned bright red as the girl turned and looked at us. She smiled and walked over.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said to Jesse. Then she looked at me. “You his brother?”

I laughed a little. “No, but other people have thought so, too.”

She introduced herself as Mandy. She went to the same school I did, and like me was fourteen. She got between us, leaning up against the same railing as we were. The three of us stood there talking for a bit, with both Jesse and I flirting with her. Well, trying to, anyhow.

After about twenty minutes of conversation, Mandy put one of her arms around my waist and leaned over, giving me a kiss on the mouth. Then she turned around and did the same thing to Jesse.

“I got an idea, boys,” she said.

“Well, so far I like the way you think,” Jesse said with a little grin.

Smiling back, she said, “Come with me.” She took our hands and lead us into the house. Jesse and I both traded faintly nervous grins with each other, since we had no idea what Mandy had in mind.

Mandy eventually lead us upstairs to a bedroom. I couldn’t keep a stupid grin off my face as we walked inside and she shut and locked the door behind us.
Grinning widely she turned around and said, “So you boys ever share a girl before?”

I glanced over at Jesse and shook my head as he did the same.

“Oh, good. Then this will be your first time. I really love threesomes,” she said and without any further preamble started to get undressed. Once she was fully nude, and looking really, really good, she looked at us. “Well? Hard to fuck me if you’re still dressed,” she said, pushing past us and laying down on the bed.

Now I wasn’t a virgin, and as far as I knew, neither was Jesse. I loved sex, even though I’d only had it a few times and only with one girl. I wasn’t too sure I was into the idea of having sex with a girl Jesse was also going to be having sex with. On the other hand, I hadn’t been laid all summer, so before I was even really aware of what I was doing, I started getting undressed. Jesse followed suit, and within a couple moments all three of us were naked and laying on the bed together.

“God, we all look twelve,” Mandy said, looking at each of our genitals. All of us had shaved pubes.

“Well, parts of you look lots older than twelve,” Jesse said with a smirk, looking at Mandy’s breasts.

“True,” she admitted. “You, too.” She reached down and took both our penises in her hands and started stroking them and kissing us.

It was a weird situation for me. I’d seen other guys naked, of course, but I’d never seen another guy hard, much less getting it on with the same girl I was fooling around with. My eyes kept being drawn to Jesse’s penis, which was just a little bit longer than my own.

Then I lost view of Jesse’s penis as he moved down and got his face between Mandy’s legs. He began licking everything in sight. This inspired me to lean down and start sucking on one of Mandy’s breasts while one of my hands moved down between her legs. I rubbed at her clitoris while Jesse’s tongue worked its magic on her vagina.

Mandy squirmed with pleasure at our efforts. I moved up from her breasts and started kissing her mouth, vaguely aware of Jesse moving around. I turned my head in time to watch as he got up onto his knees, took his fifteen-year-old penis in his hand and slowly pushed it down into Mandy’s fourteen-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god, yes…” she moaned.

As Jesse pushed all the way into her, his bare pubes pressed my fingers against her clit. It was pretty cool, and from the way Mandy moaned every time it happened, I was guessing she liked it a lot, too.

Once Jesse started to fuck a little faster, I became aware that with each thrust, my fingertips were touching the base of his penis. That was a little strange, but also kind of exciting, for reasons I couldn’t make clear to myself.

At one point in his rather enthusiastic intercourse, Jesse pulled back a little too far, his penis sliding completely out of Mandy’s vagina. He tried getting it back in without using his hands, but wasn’t making any progress.

Completely without thought, I reached out and took hold of his penis. I lined it up and he sank back inside Mandy’s vagina. Looking up at me he grinned a little.

“Thanks, bro.”

“No problem,” I said softly as I watched him start fucking again. Part of my mind was reeling over the fact that I’d just touched another guy’s penis, but I figured it wasn’t a big deal. I mean, I was helping him get it back into a girl, so it wasn’t like it was a gay thing or anything like that.

Eventually Jesse’s thrusts got him where he wanted to be, and he pushed deep and hard into Mandy as he began cumming, trapping my fingers hard against her clitoris. She howled with delight as Jesse’s sperm fired into her vagina.

Once Jesse was done cumming, he pulled out of Mandy, his penis shiny with moisture and a little string of sperm stretching from the tip to inside her vagina. It snapped as he sat back on his knees and grinned.

“Your turn,” he said to me.

“Cool.”

I got between Mandy’s legs as Jesse moved aside. I lined up my fourteen-year-old penis and slid easily into her fourteen-year-old vagina, moaning a little as I penetrated my second girl. God, it felt nice inside her, and very different without a condom (I’d always used them with my girlfriend, but since Jesse had gone bareback with Mandy, I figured I could, too).

“Pretty sweet, huh, dude?” Jesse said, grinning at me.

“Oh, yeah,” I said back as I started moving. It was pretty incredible, and as I fucked Mandy, one part of my brain realized that Jesse’s sperm was inside her, around my penis as I screwed. That sent a little thrill through my young body.

I closed my eyes and started fucking faster and faster and then, to my annoyance, I slid out. I opened my eyes and looked down, getting ready to try and get back in, but then Jesse reached out and took hold of my penis, lining me back up with Mandy’s vagina.

“Just returning the favor,” he said with a smile.

“Cool, thanks, bro,” I said as I pushed back inside Mandy. “Ah, that’s nice…”

Looking up at me, Mandy asked, “This isn’t your first time, is it?”

I shook my head. “My first time without a condom, though.”

“Oh, ok. Well, enjoy.”

“I am!” I said, and started fucking her faster, being careful not to slip out again. It was nice to know Jesse would be there to help me get it back in if I did, but I didn’t want him to have to.

After only about three more minutes of blissful intercourse, I added my sperm to Jesse’s, enjoying what was probably the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. It was the first time I’d ever actually shot my boys into a girl’s vagina and after doing so, I knew that sex with a condom would never again be enough for me.

Once I was done cumming, Jesse pushed me aside and got back on top of Mandy, sliding his penis back into that glorious tunnel mine had just left. I got down on the bed next to Mandy and started kissing her as Jesse began to fuck.

I moved my face down and started licking and sucking on Mandy’s nipples as she reached out and started playing with my penis. I grinned and kissed her mouth and then laid back a little to watch Jesse fuck. I’d never seen anyone having sex before, and it was pretty cool seeing him doing it.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked me at one point, winking as he did so.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Cool.”

Once Jesse was done adding another blast of sperm to what was already inside Mandy’s vagina, I got on top of her and fucked her until my sperm joined Jesse’s. After that the three of us collapsed onto the bed, spent and happy. We managed to lay there in afterglow for about three minutes before someone started knocking on the door, wanting to get their own sex. We got dressed, Mandy gave us her phone number, and we went back to the party in very, very happy moods.

* * *

A few days went by. Jesse and I spent a little time hanging out with each other, which was pretty cool. I guess sharing a girl during a threesome does something to bring guys closer or something like that.

Jesse and I were hanging out at a skatepark together, mostly just trying to show off for some of the girls there. Neither of us was all that great, but we weren’t bad, either.

As I watched Jesse, I heard my cell phone go off. The caller ID said it was Mandy. Feeling very anticipatory, I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Brad. What’s up?” she purred.

“Not much. Just hanging out with Jesse.”

“Oh, really? Cool. Well… how would you two like to come over to my place?”

My penis went from soft to hard in about a tenth of a second. “That might be workable,” I said, waving frantically at Jesse.

“Good! I got some weed, so we can smoke a bit of that and then fuck our brains out. Sound fun?”

“Oh, yes! Where do you live?”

I quickly wrote down her address, thankful that it was only about a half-a-mile away, and then hung up as Jesse finally walked over.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Mandy just called. She wants us to come to her place, smoke weed and screw.”

“Yeah?” he said, grinning. “Cool.”

“Well, I told her no,” I said straight faced.

“What?!”

“Joking, dude. I’m not that stupid.”

Jesse threatened to hit me with his skateboard and laughed. “Don’t make jokes about me not getting sex.”

“Ok, I promise,” I said, laughing along with him.

“This is gonna rock,” he said as we hopped on our boards and started towards Mandy’s place.

“Yeah. You know, there’s only one problem with us both doing her.”

“What?”

“You’re the only guy I can’t lie to about the size of my dick.”

Jesse laughed. “Yeah, well, you’re one of two I can’t lie to, then.”

“Two? Who’s the other?”

He shrugged. “Some boy at a party. I let him give me a blowjob.”

“Oh.” We skated along in silence for a bit, then I said, “That sounds pretty cool, I guess.”

“It felt real good, that’s for sure.”

“Ok.”

We rode in silence from there, my brain being consumed with images of Jesse getting blown by another guy. It was a weird image, but not an unpleasant one. I liked getting sucked, sure, but that did sound a little weird to me.

It took us about fifteen minutes to get Mandy’s house. It was a modest little split-level home. Nothing big. We skated up the driveway and then walked up to the door where Jesse knocked. After a few moments, Mandy opened it, wearing a smile and nothing else.

“Well, hello, boys. Come on in.”

We followed her inside, both of us looking at her ass as she walked. She led us into the living room and gestured for us to sit down. She sat across from us and began rolling up a joint.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said. “I’ve been really horny all week.”

“Glad we can be there to help,” I said with a grin.

“That’s a nice outfit you have on,” added Jesse.

“You boys wanna get naked, too?” she asked as she finished rolling the joint.

Jesse and I looked at each other and shrugged. A few moments later we were both nude and taking hits off Mandy’s joint.

“God, you both look so hot,” she said, looking at our naked bodies.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a hit off the joint. I found my eyes drawn to Jesse’s stiff penis. I couldn’t believe he’d let another guy suck on it. I wondered what that was like for him, and what it was like for the guy. I also wondered if Jesse had been able to cum while the other boy was blowing him, and if he’d done it in the other boy’s mouth.

Mandy came over and sat down between us, stroking each of our penises as she began kissing us; first Jesse and then me. I moved one my hands down between her legs and began rubbing at her vagina as Jesse started sucking on one of her breasts.

After a couple minutes, Mandy leaned her head down and started sucking on Jesse’s penis. Visions of him getting blown by a boy at a party flashed through my head as I moved down between Mandy’s legs and began licking her vagina and clitoris.

“Mmmm…” she said, lifting her head off Jesse’s penis. “Keep doing that, Brad.”

I nodded and kept oralizing her as she resumed blowing Jesse. I wondered if she was going to get him off that way, and if he’d wind up cumming in her mouth. That sent my mind back to wondering about him and the boy who had blown him.

I kept licking Mandy until my mating desire overwhelmed me. I lifted my body up, spread her legs a little farther, got into position and started to slide my penis into her vagina. Once I was all the way in, I started fucking her with a slow and easy rhythm.

Jesse made eye contact with me. He grinned and gave a little thumbs-up. “Pussy’s nice, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Mmmm.. not that mouths are bad,” he said, kissing Mandy as she kept blowing him.

She lifted her head up. “Since he’s fucking my pussy, you want to fuck my face?”

“Sure.”

Jesse moved around and straddled her body. He guided his penis into her mouth and started moving back and forth, his firm, round, bare ass only a few inches from my face. It wasn’t a view I expected to get, but it wasn’t too bad.

A couple minutes of this went by, and then I said, “Hey, Jesse? Wanna fuck something else for a bit?”

“Yeah!”

I pulled back, sliding out of Mandy and getting up onto the couch next to her. Jesse got between her legs and began kissing her breasts, one hand on each side of her body. As he did this, I could see he was trying to get his penis inside her without using his hands.

Eventually he must’ve figured out that wasn’t going to work, cause he looked at me and said, “Hey, bro, can you help me get in?”

“Sure.”

Not really thinking anything of it at this point, I reached down and took hold of Jesse’s penis, lining it up with Mandy’s vagina. As he began to slide in, I kept hold until he was all the way inside and just my thumb and index finger were circling the base of his penis. Finally I let go and sat back to make out with Mandy as Jesse fucked her.

While Mandy and I were kissing, Jesse, as he fucked, leaned his head down and started kissing Mandy, too. Soon all three of us were Frenching. I knew a couple of times it was his tongue brushing on mine and not hers, but I didn’t really care. I was too overwhelmed by weed and hormones to worry about it.

Then Mandy moved her head back, and I found myself kissing Jesse solo. Our tongues twirled against each other and our lips met as Mandy said, “Now THAT’S hot!”

“It is?” Jesse asked, pulling away.

“Yeah! I’ve always wanted to see two hot boys kissing.”

“Then watch this.” Jesse then put a hand on the back of my head, closed his eyes and pulled my face to his. Our mouths met and opened, as our tongues started rubbing against each other. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure. One part of me thought it was kind of gay, but the rest said, hey, how gay can it be when you’re doing it with a girl at the same time?

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” Jesse said with a giggle after we were done.

“Yeah, you, too.”

Jesse then began fucking Mandy faster and faster, then with a gasp said, “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” and pressed hard against her, firing his sperm into her vagina.

As soon as Jesse was done cumming, he pulled out and I took his place, eagerly sinking my penis back into Mandy’s vagina. I started fucking her reasonably quickly, wanting to cum soon.

“Brad…” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss Jesse some more…”

“Ok.”

I looked over at Jesse who moved closer. We locked lips again as I kept fucking.

“Oh, god, that’s hot…” moaned Mandy. “Oh, oh, god…” Then she arched her back and let out a loud howl, her vagina contracting hard around my penis as she did so. It didn’t take much to guess she was cumming, which was good, cause I was starting my own orgasm at that point and wasn’t able to do much thinking.
Once I was done unloading my sperm into Mandy’s still spasming vagina, I pulled out and flopped down onto the couch next to her. Jesse and I traded one last small kiss and then the three of us laid back, blissed out of our minds on pleasure (and weed).

“You two are so fucking sexy,” Mandy said, kissing us both once we all had our breath back.

“Thanks,” Jesse said with a cocky grin.

She patted each of our thighs. “Follow me.” She stood up and walked out of the room. Jesse and I, still nude and still mostly erect, followed her.

Mandy led us into a small room with a nice, big hot tub in the middle. She turned on some lights and the bubbles and said, “Get cozy, boys. I’m going to clean up for a bit, and then I’ll be back for some more fun.”

“Sounds good,” I said, sinking down into the water. Jesse gave Mandy one last kiss and then came over and got into the water next to me. We both watched as she walked away.

“So this is all pretty cool, huh?” he said.

“Yeah, it’s nice to have a girl that will let us both bang her.”

“Yeah.” He dunked himself down under the water for a moment then surfaced, pulling his wet hair back out of his eyes. He laid back, then, water dripping off his upper body. I thought it looked pretty hot, so I did the same thing.

“So how many girls have you fucked?” I asked Jesse.

“Four, including Mandy. You?”

“Just two, including her.”

“Cool. When was your first time?”

“Last year when I was thirteen. Girlfriend. You?”

Shrugging he said, “I was eleven.”

My eyes widened. “Eleven?”

“Yeah. Older woman. My babysitter, actually. She was thirty and I guess she liked boys my age.”

“Oh.” I digested this for a bit. “What was it like? You know, losing it when you’re only eleven?”

Shrugging again, Jesse said, “Felt good. I really liked it.”

“You do it with her a lot?”

He shook his head. “Only a few times.”

“Oh. Who were the other girls?”

“Well, one of course is Mandy.” I nodded at that. “The others were a girl I was dating, and a girl I met at a party.”

“Same party where you got blown by that boy?” I asked.

He shook his head again. “No, that was later.”

“Oh, ok.” Curiosity forced me to ask, “Was that the only time you’d, you know, done anything with a guy?”

Nodding, Jesse said, “Yeah. Well, you know, until we kissed and stuff.”

“Yeah. That was kind of weird.”

“Yeah. Mandy really got off on it, though. Did she cum when you were fucking her?”

“Oh, yes,” I said with a big grin. “She really got off on watching us kiss.”

“Yeah. You cool with it if she wants us to do it again?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug. “I mean, I’ll do a lot for some pussy, and if it’s turning her on to watch us make out, no big thing.”

Jesse laughed and said, “I wonder what she’d do if she walked in here and we were already making out with each other.”

“She’d probably cum right then and there,” I said with a laugh of my own.

“Yeah.” Jesse was quiet for a moment, and then said, “Well, you want to?”

“Make out?”

“Yeah. Just to see what she does.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure, I guess.”

Jesse moved towards me and put an arm around my shoulders. He slowly leaned his face forward. I leaned mine forward to meet his, and we started kissing. At first our mouths were closed and our eyes were open, but pretty quickly our mouths opened and our eyes closed as we relaxed and started to get into it.

As we kissed, I moved one of my hands up to Jesse’s neck, and then slowly moved it down to his chest. I felt one of his stiff nipples under my palm, and began circling it slowly with the tips of my fingers.

Abruptly, Jesse moved my hand aside and straddled me at the waist, grinding his stiff penis against mine as we made out. I put one hand on his back and found the other moving down to cup his ass. Then my other hand joined the one on Jesse’s ass and I gripped him tight as he continued to grind against me.

“Oh, well, now,” Mandy said, walking into the room, still gloriously naked. “What have we here? You sure you boys aren’t bi?”

Breaking the kiss, Jesse said, “We’re whatever you want,” then went back to kissing me.

“Oh, really?” Mandy sat down on the edge of the hot tub, across from us. She moved her hand down between her legs and began rubbing, saying, “Then keep doing that for a bit.”

“Ok,” I said, around Jesse’s tongue.

I kept my hands on Jesse’s ass while he kept grinding his penis against mine. It felt unlike anything I’d experienced before. Definitely not as good as fucking Mandy or my girlfriend, not even as good as a handjob, really, but it still felt pretty damn nice.

“Hey,” Mandy said after a moment. She stood up and laid down a towel. “Lay down on this and keep going at it.”

We got out of the hot tub. I laid down on my back on the towel. Jesse laid mostly on top of me and we started kissing again, one my hands rubbing at his ass as the other rubbed at the back of his head.

Mandy came over towards us and said, “Hold Brad’s dick up, Jesse.”

Jesse reached down without breaking our kiss and took my penis in his hand. He gave it a couple little strokes and then pointed it straight up.
“Perfect,” Mandy said as she straddled my waist and lowered her warm, tight vagina down around my teenage penis.

As Mandy rode me, I reached up to cup one of her small, firm breasts. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking it was kind of weird that I was making out with another boy while a girl was riding on my penis. On the other hand, she was riding on my penis, so what the hell did I care what else was going on?

“Pretty awesome, eh, bro?” Jesse asked between kisses.

“Fuck, yeah,” I replied back.

Even though I’d come only a little bit ago, I knew it wasn’t going to be too long before the combination of Jesse’s kissing and Mandy’s vagina pushed me over the edge into another orgasm. Sure enough, after only about five minutes of intercourse, I found myself pushing hard up into Mandy as my sperm released into her body.

Once I was done cumming, I lay there twitching for a few seconds. Jesse gave me a couple last kisses and then sat back on his knees.

“It’s cool kissing you when you’re cumming.”

“Thanks…” I said with a ragged grin.

Mandy got off me, my penis slapping against my stomach as she rose off and came down to lay on the towel next to me. She gave me a little hug and a kiss, then leaned over to kiss Jesse.

“You boys rock,” she said, smiling.

“How about you let me rock my cock?” Jesse suggested, looking towards Mandy’s vagina.

She laughed. “Ok, Jesse.” She spread her legs wide. Jesse got on top and looked at me. Without even needing to be told to, I took hold of his penis and placed it at the entrance to Mandy’s vagina. He gave a push with his hips and slid down into her until only my finger and thumb were left circling his erection, just like the last time I’d helped get him into her.

“Thanks dude,” Jesse said, leaning over to kiss me. “Hey, keep your hand there for a bit, ok?”

“Ok.”

I kept my finger and thumb circled around Jesse’s penis as he started to fuck Mandy. It was kind of cool feeling it move back and forth in my grip as he slid it in and out of Mandy’s vagina.

“Oh… oh, that feels great,” Jesse said, looking over at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I’ll do it for you next time, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Can you keep it there until I cum?” he asked, moving a little faster.

“Yeah, sure, dude.”

“Cool.”

Jesse started kissing me again as he fucked Mandy with me circling his penis. From the look on his face, he must’ve absolutely been in Heaven! Turned out I wasn’t going to have to worry about holding him until he came, cause after only two minutes of fucking Mandy, his penis began to buck and twitch and I actually felt him starting to cum in her. It was really weird, but also pretty damn cool.

When Jesse finished cumming, we all kissed and the three of us laid on Mandy’s floor for a little bit until she said her parents were going to be home soon. We both kissed her a couple more times, and each other. She gave us each a bit of her weed and the two of us got dressed and headed back to our respective homes.

Now I couldn’t speak for Jesse, but for myself, as I skated home, I found my mind was really spinning with everything that had gone on. I mean, of course, I was fourteen so I thought about the sex an awful lot, but I couldn’t help but thinking about the fact that I’d done some pretty gay stuff with Jesse. On the other hand, since we were having sex with a girl at the time, and doing it in order to turn her on, I guessed it probably wasn’t really gay after all.

Still felt pretty gay, though.

* * *

About a week went by. Jesse and I saw each other a couple times and one night he even crashed at my home. We talked about Mandy a little bit, but neither of us made mention of what we’d done with each other.

One Thursday morning I was hanging out at Jesse’s place. We were gearing up and getting ready for a day’s skating when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, and then looked up at Jesse.

“I don’t think we’ll be skating right away,” I said.

“Oh?”

I opened the phone. “Hi, Mandy,” I said, as Jesse got your basic shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hey, lover. You near Jesse?”

“Yeah, I’m at his house.”

“Cool. You two wanna get laid?”

“Wanna go fuck her?” I asked Jesse.

“Of course!” he said, staring at me with a “well, duh” look on his face.

“We’re in,” I said to Mandy.

“Cool. You’re at Jesse’s place now?”

“Yeah.”

“You guys alone?”

“Yeah.”

“How about I come over there?”

I looked at Jesse. “She wants to come over here.”

“Cool! Give her my address.”

I gave it to Mandy. “Cool. I’m only about fifteen minutes away. See you both then!”

“Ok.” I hung up the phone. “She’s on the way.”

“Cool!” He grabbed at his crotch. “I’d hoped to get some today.”

I laughed. “Like every day, right?”

“Right!” We high-fived each other, and as we did, Jesse sniffed under his arms. “Fuck. I need a shower. You?”

“Uh.” I took a sniff. “Couldn’t hurt. I hadn’t planned on fucking today, after all.”

“Yeah. You always hope, but you never know for sure, right?”

“Right.”

“Well,” he said with a shrug. “I’m going to get a shower. You want to take one, too?”

“Yeah, I guess I should.”

He looked at his watch. “How far away is she?”

I shrugged. “I dunno exactly. She said she’d be here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Huh. We might not both have time for showers, then.” Now he shrugged. “You wanna just take one together? Fuck, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked or anything.”

“Yeah, sure, that’d be cool, I guess.”

“Cool.” Jesse quickly stripped. I followed suit and walked to his bathroom with him, aware that both of us were erect. He turned on the shower and looked back at me. “What, my ass is that nice you’re getting hard over it?”

“If that’s the case, mine must be nice, too,” I said, gesturing towards his stiff penis.

Jesse laughed. “Yeah, either that or we’re both fags.”

Laughing a little myself, I said, “Yeah, well, considering the only other times we’ve seen each other naked it’s cause were about to fuck Mandy, I guess that’s why our bodies are acting like this.”

“Makes sense,” Jesse said as he got into the shower. “Either that or you wanna make out with me again.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, joining him under the water.

We both got wet and soapy. As we moved around to be under the water, our hard penises brushed against each other’s naked bodies. It was something of a turn on and I was getting more and more horny with each second.

After a few minutes, once we were both rinsed off, Jesse said, “Hey. You wanna try something?”

“What?”

“Soap yourself up again.” He took the bar of soap and lathered up his crotch.

Taking the soap from him, I did the same, and then said, “Now what?”

“Come here.” He held out his arms.

I took a couple steps towards Jesse. He wrapped his arms around my nude body and started pressing his stiff penis against mine. It was very different from what we’d done before, largely due to the soap acting as lube.

“Oh… that’s pretty cool,” I said, putting my arms around him.

“Yeah… I thought it might be.”

Moving his hands down to cup my ass, Jesse said, “Just imagine how horny Mandy would get seeing us like this.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I said laughing. “We’d have to be kissing, too, thought, to really get her off.”

“Yeah.” Jesse leaned his face down towards mine and our lips met. Soon we were kissing each other just as much as we had been when we were with Mandy.
The only differences were the soap and the lack of her.

I moved my hands down to Jesse’s ass, cupping it as we ground against each other and kissed. It was just as hot as it was with Mandy, only in a different way. I found myself really enjoying it, though.

“Hey, Brad,” Jesse said after a moment, pulling his face away from mine.

“Yeah?”

He reached down and took hold of my penis. “Don’t let me forget that I gotta hold this when you fuck Mandy next. You know, so you can feel it like I did when you held mine last time.”

“You mean like this?” I asked, circling his penis with my thumb and index finger.

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

He leaned down again and we started kissing once more, only this time we had a hand each on each other’s ass and a hand each on each other’s penis, both of us stroking slowly. This was moving rather rapidly into the realm of being really, really gay, but I wasn’t caring too much. It felt good and that was all that really mattered to my fourteen-year-old body.

“You like this?” Jesse asked as water beat down onto our smooth, naked bodies.

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

We kissed some more, continuing to masturbate each other. My eyes then fell onto my watch (waterproof, thank goodness).

“Uh… Jesse?”

“Yeah, bro?” He asked, still kissing me.

I kissed him back a little, and then said, “Mandy’s going to be here any minute. We should probably get out and get dressed.”

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled a little. “I almost forgot about Mandy.”

We kissed some more and kept stroking each other’s penises, neither one of us showing any real sign of getting out of the shower. Finally Jesse pulled away from me and said, “So, listen, Brad.”

“Yeah?”

He bit his lower lip. “Uhm. I kind of like doing this stuff with you. You know, even without Mandy involved. It’s more fun with her, though. But, uhm, you know, like don’t tell anyone else about it, ok?”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I kind of like it, too. It feels good, you know?”

“Yeah, and it’s different.”

“Definitely.”

Reaching out, Jesse took hold of my penis, stroking it slowly. It felt really good. “Don’t tell anyone else about this, either. Even Mandy.”

“I’m sure Mandy already knows about my dick,” I said with a laugh.

“Not about this part, she doesn’t,” Jesse said, and with that he dropped down to his knees, opened his mouth and wrapped it around my penis.

My eyes went wide with shock, and then closed with pleasure as Jesse began moving his mouth and tongue along my penis. To say I was surprised was something of an understatement. The last thing I’d expected was a blowjob from Jesse.

I quickly overcame my surprise, though. Jesse was giving me a really GOOD blowjob! I’d had blowjobs from two girls before. The girlfriend I’d lost my virginity to, and a cousin back when I was twelve. Jesse was better than either of them! God, it felt good.

I stood there, leaning against the wall of the shower, the water beating down onto our nude bodies, feeling myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Looking down, I saw Jesse’s head moving back and forth along my penis, with his hand rapidly stroking his own penis. When I’d been blown before I’d never been close to cumming, but this time?

“Oh… god, Jesse, I’m gonna cum…” I moaned and put my hand on the back of Jesse’s head as he blew me.

Rather than pulling away, Jesse started moving faster and working his tongue more. I tried to hold back, but couldn’t and pushed my penis deep into Jesse’s mouth as my sperm shot out. I was dimly aware of Jesse swallowing and of the sensation of something warm and wet spattering onto one of my legs as he started to cum.

As I slowly came down from my orgasmic high, I let my hand drop away from Jesse’s head. He gave my penis one last lick and then stood up. He pressed his nude body against mine and kissed me deep. I could taste my sperm on his mouth. It was weird, but cool.

“Did I do ok?” Jesse asked, looking into my eyes.

Weakly I nodded. “Yeah… that’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“Cool.” He looked down. “Sorry I came on your leg.”

I shrugged. “It’s ok.” I hugged and kissed him again. “We need to get dressed, though.”

“Yeah.” He hugged and kissed me back, then got out of the shower

I washed Jesse’s sperm off my leg, soaked myself completely under the water again and then turned it off and joined Jesse outside the shower. He was brushing his teeth, I noticed with slight amusement.

A few minutes later we were both dressed and hanging out in Jesse’s living room watching a cartoon as we waited for Mandy to arrive. Jesse seemed somewhat anxious about something and it didn’t take a lot to guess what it was.

“Brad?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell Mandy that I sucked you off, ok?”

I put an arm around him and half-hugged him. “I won’t, dude, don’t worry.”

“I mean, I’m not gay, or anything like that, but I just wanted to see what it was like, you know? Ever since that one guy blew me I’d been wondering.” He seemed very nervous.

I turned to face him. “It’s cool, Jesse. It felt good. I liked it. I’m not going to tell anyone.” Then I put both arms around him and kissed him passionately. “Just like I’m not going to tell anyone we’ve been making out and stuff.”

“Cool.” Jesse smiled and moved a bit of my hair out of my face. “You’re pretty hot, you know.”

“Yeah, you, too.”

He smiled again and the next thing I knew the two of us were making out once more. Just as we were really getting into it, the doorbell rang. We both jumped apart like we’d been shocked and then kind of giggled at each other. We both stood up and walked to the front door where Jesse opened it to reveal Mandy.

“Hey, Mandy,” Jesse said, giving her a little kiss.

“Hi, Jesse. Hi, Brad,” she said, kissing me.

“Hey, sexy.” She shut the door and locked it and said, “So where’s the bedroom?”

“This way, my lady,” Jesse said, leading the way.

We went up to Jesse’s bedroom. Once we got in there, I had a thought that perhaps instead of fooling around in the shower (and getting clean), we should’ve spent our time cleaning his bedroom. It was a bit of a mess.

Jesse must’ve been thinking the same thing, cause he said, “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s ok,” Mandy said, and started to undress. “I’m here to get fucked, not to admire your bedroom.”

“Cool,” Jesse said.

We started to undress, but stopped when Mandy said, “Wait.”

“What?” I asked, looking at her with my shirt half off.

Smiling a little, she said, “Undress each other.”

We looked at each other and shrugged. I started, pulling Jesse’s shirt off his body, then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and lowering them and his underwear down to his ankles. I was aware of how close my face was to his stiff penis as I did that.

“Very nice,” Mandy purred from the bed where she was busy fingering herself. “Now you undress Brad, Jesse.”

With a gleam in his eye, Jesse started by kissing me. Then he pulled my shirt off and kissed me again, and started moving down my body, kissing and sucking one of my nipples before he dropped down to his knees. Once there he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and lowered them down, my erect penis popping up against my stomach (unlike Jesse I didn’t wear underwear). Then he moved back up and wrapped his nude body around mine, kissing me passionately.

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Mandy said, a little breathlessly.

“You think that’s hot?” Jesse asked her. “Just wait until you see this.” He started kissing me again but this time wrapped his hand around my penis, masturbating me as we made out. Taking the hint I returned the favor.

“Oh, Jesus! That IS hot!” Mandy said with great enthusiasm.

“You wanna see the hottest thing ever?” Jesse asked her with a grin.

Somewhat raggedly, Mandy chuckled and said, “I don’t know if I can handle anything hotter than this, but try me.”

“Ok.” Jesse dropped to his knees and, to my utter lack of surprise, wrapped his mouth around my penis.

“Oh! Oh, god!” Mandy practically howled. I saw her fingering faster and faster.

I moaned a little and put my hand on the back of Jesse’s head. Given how recently I’d cum, and given that I really wanted to fuck the shit out of Mandy at this point, I didn’t think he’d be able to get me off, but it still felt good having him blow me.

After a couple minutes of sucking me off, Jesse stood up and kissed me, grinding our penises together. Then he looked over at Mandy.

“So how was that?”

“That… that was… oh… oh!” She closed her eyes and shuddered. From the look of pleasure on her face it was pretty easy to guess it was orgasm time.

The two of us stood there, arms around each other’s nude bodies, hands on each other’s asses, penises pressed together and watched as Mandy finished cumming. It was incredibly cool doing all this.

“Ok…” Mandy managed to say after a couple moments. “Ok… yeah. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jesse laughed and separated from me. We walked together over to his bed and each of us got onto one side of Mandy. I started kissing her as Jesse began rubbing at her breasts and sucking on one of her nipples.

I moved my hand down towards Mandy’s vagina and slid a finger inside. She kept kissing me and didn’t seem to be over-stimulated. I figured I could probably fuck her without any real problems, so I got on top of her and moved between her legs.

Needing no prompting, Jesse took my penis in his hand and guided it to Mandy’s vagina. I slowly slid it inside, until all of it except the part looped by Jesse’s thumb and index finger was in Mandy.

I started moving back and forth and moaned a little. Extra stimulation of Jesse’s finger and thumb around my penis was something completely wonderful and unexpected! Like peanut butter with chocolate, it made a great thing even better.

“Dude,” I whispered looking at him. “Man, that’s amazing.”

“Yeah.” He grinned and kissed me.

I kept kissing Jesse as I fucked Mandy. It was a little awkward having him with his finger and thumb around my penis as I screwed, but it felt good enough that I didn’t care. So good, in fact, that it wasn’t very long before I gave one last moan of pleasure and pushed deep inside Mandy’s vagina, firing yet another load of sperm into her.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Jesse asked me with a grin once I was done cumming.

“Yeah!” I pulled out of Mandy and flopped down next to her.

The three of us laid on Jesse’s bed for a few minutes, just kissing, touching and making out with each other. It was very sweet and very relaxing. I’d never felt so happy in my life as I was with these two.

Eventually Jesse decided he needed to get off, so he got on top of Mandy. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I decided to do something a little different. I got behind him, my teenage erection poking against his ass, and took his penis in my hand. I rubbed it up and down on Mandy’s vagina, almost like a paintbrush, before I finally lined him up for penetration. Then I gave a little push with my hips, pressing against his ass as he slid down into Mandy.

“Fuck, dude, that was sweet,” Jesse said as I moved back in front of him.

“Glad you liked it,” I said, kissing him tenderly.

“Wait a second, Jesse, don’t start fucking yet,” said Mandy. She looked at me. “Brad, in my purse is my cell phone. Can you get it, please?”

“Sure.” I fished around in her purse and found the camera.

“Cool. Turn on the camera function. Get some pics of Jesse fucking me, ok?”

“Ok!”

As Jesse began slowly fucking Mandy, I started taking some pics. I got a few of his ass, a few of his penis going into her and several of her breasts. At one point I handed her the camera so she could get some shots of him on top of her and fucking.

Not surprisingly, Jesse liked having a chance to show off for the camera. Plus I’m sure he thought it’d help his reputation if it were known there were some hot pics out there of him fucking a really sexy girl.

It wasn’t too long before Jesse started to cum. I made sure that I got some wonderful pics of the look of total ecstasy on his face as he came inside Mandy’s vagina. I pictured his sperm spurting into her and nearly came myself at the image.

Once Jesse was done cumming, he pulled out and I could a couple shots of his sperm leaking from inside Mandy’s vagina. Then I gave him a kiss and the three of us lay back on the bed together.

“Gimme the phone,” Mandy said after a few moments. I handed it to her. She got off the bed and started taking shots of our nude bodies. Then she said, “Start making out, ok? I wanna have something to remember you guys by.”

“To remember us by?” we both said at the same time. Then just Jesse said, “What, are you leaving or something?”

She nodded. “Yeah. My dad has custody of me, and I was just out here for the summer. I’m going back home day after tomorrow.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah. So I wanted to get some awesome pics of you guys with me and each other. If that’s cool,” she added.

Jesse and I looked at each other and shrugged. We wrapped our arms around each other’s nude bodies and started kissing. Within a few moments I was laying on top of Jesse and grinding my penis against his as Mandy circled us, taking pictures and talking about how gorgeous and sexy she thought we both were.

Looking at Mandy, Jesse said, “You’re going to give us copies of these pics, right?”

“Of course.”

“Make sure you get some good shots of this,” he said as he rolled us over so that I was on my back. Jesse then started kissing a trail down my lean, hairless body until he reached my penis. He jerked me for a few seconds and then lowered his mouth down around it.

“Oh, god, that’s so hot!” Mandy said, taking pictures of Jesse blowing me.

I grinned at Mandy and ran my fingers through Jesse’s blond hair. “He’s really good at it, too.”

Jesse lifted his mouth up long enough to say, “Yeah, and I hadn’t even sucked a guy for the first time until today,” then dropped his head back down.

“Make him cum,” Mandy whispered as she watched me get blown.

Jesse began trying to do just that, using and improving on some of the techniques he’d used on me in the shower. I tried to hold back as long as I could, but sooner than I liked, I found myself with both hands on the back of Jesse’s head, holding him against me as my penis began to spurt in his mouth. Just like in the shower, he swallowed all of it.

When I was done cumming, Jesse lifted his head, gave my penis one last lick and said, “Tastes like chicken.”

We all laughed at that, and Mandy said, “Ok, Jesse, that’s officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He sat up and grinned. “Cool. Now that I’ve done something gay, let me do something straight.”

“Definitely!” Mandy handed me the camera phone and laid back. Jesse got on top and was soon fucking away. I got as many photos as I could, including some wonderful close-ups of his penis going in and out of her vagina.

By the time Jesse had cum in her a second time, I, of course, was horny again, so I got on top of Mandy and started fucking her as Jesse got a bunch of pics of the action. As I fucked her, I started thinking about all the fun times the three of us had had during the last couple weeks. It sucked she was going to be leaving soon, but at least I’d have good memories.

In due course I came inside Mandy. The three of us spent a bit getting our breath back and then started with the sex again. There were plenty more pics of us making out in various combinations, lots more intercourse photos, and more pics of Jesse blowing me, though this time I didn’t cum in his mouth.

Eventually the fun ended. Mandy copied her pics onto my computer, gave us each one last kiss and went on her way. As for Jesse and I, we both dressed and spent the rest of the day hanging out at our favorite skate park, just two friends relaxing together.

* * *

True to her word, Mandy left for her father’s house. The following Monday, Jesse and I started back at school. We went do different schools, which kind of sucked, cause I would’ve liked to spend more time hanging out with him. Oh, well. At least I had the photos of us and Mandy on my computer, and you’d better believe I jerked off to them constantly.

On Friday after school Jesse skated over to my place. We’d secured permission from our parents for him to stay the weekend with me, and I was really looking forward to it. Mostly it was because he had become my friend and I wanted to spend time with him, but there was also something else I couldn’t ignore.

I’d spent lots of time over the last week thinking about Jesse, and about what he and I had done together, both with Mandy and without her. I couldn’t get past the fact that I had really enjoyed having sex with him. He gave killer head, it was fun to make out with him and I ever liked it when we jerked each other off.

I had started wondering if this all made me gay. I didn’t THINK it did, but I was only fourteen; what the hell did I know? I had had sex with another guy and really liked it. But I’d also had sex with two different girls and liked that, too, so I wasn’t sure what to think.

One thing I did know for sure, though, was that if Jesse was interested, I’d certainly want to continue the sex! Gay, straight or bi I was, as mentioned, fourteen, and therefore horny pretty much all the time.

Jesse got to my place about a half hour after I got home from school. I met him at the door and let him in. As soon as he was inside he set down his skateboard and pulled me into a tight, strong hug.

“Good to see you again, bro,” he said.

“You, too,” I said back, wondering what was next, wanting to kiss him, but not knowing how to ask, and not knowing what to do if, now that Mandy was out of the picture, he wasn’t interested in that sort of thing anymore.

Without any sort of a kiss, Jesse pulled away. “So let’s go play some ‘Call of Duty’ or something.”

“Sounds good,” I said, feeling a little disappointed. I guessed that part of our relationship was over.

Once we got up to my bedroom, I booted up the 360 and we lay on my bed together. Soon we were busy shooting at each other, at enemies and, occasionally, at empty boxes, cause sometimes you just gotta shoot!

At one point I started to get kind of warm, so without really thinking about what I was doing, I sat up and pulled off my shirt, then laid back down. I felt Jesse’s eyes on me.

“You know, dude, I still think you look pretty hot. I can’t believe you’ve only fucked two girls.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, not everyone is as lucky as you, mister four-chicks,” I said, elbowing him lightly.

“Hey, I’m the stud,” he said, grabbing at his crotch.

Taking a small chance, I reached out and put my hand over his, saying, “You don’t need to tell me.”

Looking at me a little shyly, Jesse said, “So… yeah. You still wanna do what we did when Mandy was here?”

I shrugged. “Well, do you want to?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. I mean, it was fun and all. Felt really good.”

“Yeah.”

We looked at each other for a moment and then, slowly, leaned forward and gently kissed. Then we kissed again. Then I found myself twirling tongues with Jesse and completely losing track of what was going on around me. All I knew was I suddenly heard a loud BANG come from the TV.

“The hell?” I said, turning around. “You bastard! You sniped me! You shot me in the head while we were making out!”

“All’s fair in love and COD, dude,” Jesse said with a smirk.

“Dick.”

“Later,” he said, blowing a kiss at me.

For the next few hours we lost ourselves in the game once again, taking a break only to go downstairs and eat when my parents ordered some pizza. Once we were done, we retired back to my bedroom for more gaming.

At about midnight, my dad stopped by the room long enough to tell us it was time for bed. Once he was gone, we started to get ready for bed.

“I’m sleeping with you, right?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah, if you want to.”

“You sleep naked?”

“Usually, you?”

“Tonight I will,” he said with a grin.

“Cool,” I said, smiling back.

The two of us undressed while standing on opposite sides of my bed. Once we were both fully nude, I turned out the light and we got under the blankets together facing one another. Occasionally our penises would brush against each other.

As soon as we were snuggled up and comfortable, I reached out and took Jesse’s hand in mine. He gave it a little squeeze.

“Brad?”

“Yeah?”

“How’d you lose your virginity?”

“To my girlfriend, remember?”

“Yeah, but I mean like how?”

“By putting my dick into her pussy?” I said.

I could picture him rolling his eyes. “I mean like what led up to it and stuff?”

“Oh. Well, we’d been dating for like three months, and we’d spent a lot of time kissing and making out, and one day she let me finger her.”

“Cool. What was her name?”

“Courtney.”

“She your age?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, so how did you end up fucking her?” he asked, kissing my hand. I felt a little shiver of arousal go through my body.

“Well… we’d kind of talked about it a little and after me basically bugging her every day during Winter Break she finally said we could do it. So I went and got some condoms and, well, yeah, we fucked.”

“So you were her first, too?”

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

I shrugged. “I liked it better with Mandy. I only did it a few times with Courtney before we broke up.”

“Huh.” He kissed my hand again. “So did you like it better with Courtney, or with me?”

“You,” said without hesitation.

“Cool.” Jesse gave me a kiss.

“So you lost it to your babysitter, huh?”

Chuckling a bit, Jesse said, “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” I asked, letting go of his hand and moving my hand down to wrap around his stiff penis, stroking it slowly.

Jesse took my penis in his hand and began stroking it while saying, “Well. I was eleven and she was thirty. Her name was Julie. She was a friend of my mom’s and my parents had asked her to babysit me for a weekend while they were in Vegas.”

“Ok.”

“So I guess she kind of liked boys my age or something. I don’t know. But like within a couple hours of my parents being gone she started to hit on me. It was pretty subtle at first, I guess. I didn’t really know what she was doing cause I was only eleven.”

“Right.”

“So anyhow, when it came time for bed, she asked if I would sleep with her in my parents bed. She said she just liked having someone next to her when she slept. You know what a nice guy I am, so I said ok. I didn’t have any idea she was going to have me fuck her.”

“So you lost it in your parents bed, huh?”

“Yeah. It started with her kind of hugging and kissing me and then she slid her hand down my pajamas. I didn’t even know how to jerk off yet, but there she was, showing me how by doing it to me. Eventually she got naked, and took off the rest of my clothes. Next thing I knew, she had me on top of her and was guiding me inside.”

“Bet that felt good.”

“Yeah. It was kind of confusing at first, cause I didn’t know really what was going on, but it felt so good I didn’t really care.”

Still masturbating each other, I said to him, “So did you only do it once?”

“No, we fucked all weekend. By the time we were done I knew what was going on and I felt pretty happy about it all.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I said, laughing a little, and then gave him a kiss. “What about the other girls?”

“Like I said before, one of them was a girl I was dating when I was twelve and the other was a girl I met at a party last year. Before fucking Mandy I’d gone like eight months without sex. Well, aside from the blowjob from that guy.”

“When was that?” I asked, feeling oddly jealous.

“About three months ago.”

“Must’ve had a big impact,” I said, continuing to jerk him while my mind started to try and figure out how to say what I wanted to say.

“Yeah, it’s why I got really curious about what it was like to suck a guy.”

“So what’s it like?”

Jesse shrugged next to me. “It’s really different. Kind of cool, though. I like knowing that I’m making you feel good, and it was cool getting you to cum.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

After a bit of silently masturbating each other, I said, “Hey, Jesse?”

“You wanna blow me?”

Laughing nervously, I said, “Yeah. Can I?”

“Sure.” We pulled our hands away from each other, as he rolled onto his back and pulled down the blanket to expose his erect penis. “Make sure you’re careful with your teeth.”

Sitting up a little I took his penis in my hand. I licked my lips a little, my heart pounding loud in my chest. It wasn’t that I was having second thoughts or anything; I knew I wanted to do this. It was more like being scared that I was going to screw it up. Then again, Jesse had given me his first ever blowjob, and he did fine, so I figured I could do at least as well.

That in mind, I opened my mouth, lowered it down, and wrapped my lips around my friend’s penis, and for the first time in my life I was giving someone a blowjob instead of getting one.

“Oh, yeah…” Jesse whispered. I felt his fingers stroking my hair. “Yeah… that feels good…”

Having another boy’s penis in my mouth was… interesting. It didn’t really taste of anything. It was pretty much just the same as, say, kissing his face, but it was also totally different from anything I’d done before. Part of it was knowing that I’d crossed a line I could never uncross.

“Mmmm… wow, that feels so good… keep going, Brad…” whispered Jesse. I felt his hand moving down my body to stroke my erect penis as I blew him.

The more I blew Jesse, the more I started to get into it. He was right about what he’d said earlier; it was really cool knowing I was making him feel good. He’d said it was cool making me cum, too. I expected I’d find out about that soon enough.

“Oh, god, dude, you’re so good… damn, you’re good…” Jesse muttered as he kept masturbating me. “You’re gonna make me cum soon…”

It crossed my mind at that point that I should’ve asked Jesse what to expect, since of the two of us he was the only one who’d had someone cum in his mouth. Just as my mind processed that, though, he started to moan softly and pushed deep into my mouth. I felt his penis beginning to pulse as his sperm shot down my throat. I tried to swallow as best as I could, not wanting to choke or anything.

When Jesse was done cumming, I gave the tip of his penis a little lick and then moved up to lay next to him.

“Brad do good?” I asked, resting a hand on his chest.

“Brad do great,” Jesse said, kissing me. “How do I taste?”

I licked my lips a little. “Well. It’s real salty, which isn’t a big deal, I guess. The texture was real weird, though.”

“Yeah! That was just what I thought!”

I grinned. “If it wasn’t your cum, I wouldn’t have wanted it in my mouth.” I wasn’t sure what I really meant by that, but it sounded good.

“Same for me,” Jesse said. “Speaking of which…” He dropped his face downward. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, letting the pleasure of Jesse’s mouth carry me to a quick, wonderful orgasm.

Once I was done cumming, Jesse moved back up to lay next to me. We kissed, said goodnight to each other, and fell asleep in one another’s arms, our naked teenage bodies tangled together happily.

* * *

Over the next couple weeks my relationship with Jesse got ever stronger and more powerful. We started hooking up after school whenever we could, and we’d have sex each time. It was even pushing things like skating and video games into the backseat.

Of course every weekend one of us would sleep over at the other’s house. Usually we’d have sex as soon as we got to the bedroom, then play some video games, then have more sex, then eat, then more sex and sleep. Once Jesse showed up at my place after dinner, got naked as soon as he was in my bedroom and neither of us bothered with clothes until about twenty-four hours later when he had to leave.

The first Saturday in October was something I’d later remember fondly, and remember well, for the rest of my life. It started normally enough. I went over to Jesse’s house. His parents were gone for the weekend, so basically I stripped as soon as I got in the front door. We had sex on the couch and then, for some reason, on his parents bed.

Late that night Jesse and I were in his bed, holding each other and kissing. We hadn’t really started in with the sex yet. Mostly we were just talking and enjoying the feeling of being together.

“Brad?” Jesse said at one point between kisses.

“Yeah?”

He kissed me again. “Thanks for doing all this with me.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks to you, too.”

He smiled the crooked little smile I’d come to like seeing on his sexy face. “I wanna try something new tonight, ok?”

“Ok, what?”

“You’ll see. But you trust me, right?”

“Uh. Well, let’s see. You’re another guy. I’m naked in bed with you. We’ve jerked each other to orgasm more times than I can count and I’ve given you sixteen blowjobs, so, yeah, I trust you.”

Jesse looked at me. “Sixteen? You’ve been counting?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He smiled again. “Cool. That’s really cool.” He kissed me once more.

“So what’s this you want to try?” I asked him.

Taking a deep breath, Jesse said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh!” I thought for a moment. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Like fucking your ass?”

Jesse laughed. “Well, I don’t have a pussy for you to fuck.”

“Yeah.” We kissed for a little longer, and then I said, “Well, we can if you want to, but I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”

“I don’t think it will hurt, or at least not much. I’ve been practicing.”

I didn’t want to ask how. Instead I reached back and squeezed his ass. “Well, if you want to, we can try it.”

“Ok.” Jesse reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a small bottle, opened it, and squirted some fluid into his hand, then he handed it to me. “Put some of that on your dick. Get it as slick as you can, ok?”

“Ok.” I squirted some of the fluid into my hand and rubbed it all over my penis, which felt incredibly intense. As I did so, Jesse was getting up onto his knees and reaching between his legs. I could figure out what he was doing.

“Ok, you ready?” Jesse asked me, taking the bottle and putting it back on the nightstand.

“Yeah. You sure you want to do this?”

He looked me right in the eye. “Yes.”

“Ok.”

Jesse straddled my waist and took hold of my penis. “Whatever you do, don’t like thrust up into me, ok? Let me get you inside at my own pace.”

“Sure,” I said, taking hold of his penis. It was too tempting not to.

“Yeah, stroke me a little,” he said as he got ready. “That’ll help.”

“Ok,” I said, doing as I was told.

Jesse lined me up and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, he began to lower his body down. It took a couple moments, but soon I felt my penis begin to slide into something very different from a girl’s vagina. It was much tighter, for one thing, and it felt even better than it did inside a girl!

It took Jesse maybe two minutes to fully settle down onto me, but in the end he sat there, a vaguely overwhelmed look on his face, with my penis buried to the hilt in his wonderfully tight ass.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, continuing to stroke his penis slowly.

“Really… really different…” He swallowed and looked down at me. “Cool, though. You probably better stop jacking me, or I’ll cum real soon.”

“Ok.”

“How’s it feel for you?”

I grinned. “It’s all I can do to not fuck the shit out of you.”

Jesse gave a ragged laugh. “Yeah? Cool. Let’s see if I can do this.” He started to slowly ride me, raising and lowering his tight ass around my hard penis. “Wow, that feels awesome.”

“It does?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” I sat up a little and started to kiss him. Eventually I pulled his naked body down on top of mine and we began making out hardcore as, unable to resist the temptation, I started to slowly work my penis back and forth inside him.

“Oh, god, that feels good,” he whispered between kisses.

I only nodded in mute agreement and kept fucking him slowly, carefully, wanting it to feel good for him and not to hurt.

“You gonna cum son?” Jesse asked after a few more moments of intercourse.

“Yeah, probably,” I said. In fact I was trying hard not to cum!

“Ok.” Jesse sat up. “Jerk me while you fuck me. Make me cum…”

“Sure!”

I began jerking Jesse as I fucked him, losing myself in the pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came and I figured it wouldn’t be long for him, either. I was proven right after only a minute or so of jerking him when I heard him moan, felt his ass tighten around my penis and felt his penis begin to kick in my hand, spattering his sperm all over my bare chest. That was more than enough stimulation to make me cum inside him a few seconds later.

For a few moments after we both came we said nothing; we just tried to recover, breathing hard with my penis still inside Jesse’s ass, and his still in my hand.

After a bit, Jesse recovered and said softly, “Brad?”

“Yeah, dude?”

He leaned down and kissed me. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I kissed him back. “Yeah, for me, too.”

“Sex with you is always the best,” he said, kissing me again.

“Better than Mandy?”

“Better than any girl.”

I hugged Jesse tight, our naked bodies pressed together and quietly whispered, “Do you think we’re gay?”

“You ask me this when you got your dick up my ass?” Jesse asked with a little laugh.

“Come on, I’m serious.”

Jesse looked at me. “I don’t know if I’m gay or straight or bi. I just know that I love you and I love having sex with you.”

“You love me?” I asked, taken aback.

“Yeah.”

“Like in a boyfriends kind of way?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” I was surprised. I thought Jesse was just fooling around with me. After a few seconds of analyzing my thoughts, I said, “I love you, too, Jesse.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

To my surprise, I actually felt a tear drop from Jesse’s eye and onto my cheek. In a voice heavy with emotion, he said, “You know, when I first thought about trying stuff with you, it was just because I was curious what sex with a guy would be like, and I thought I could trust you and stuff. I didn’t expect this, though.”

“I didn’t either. I never thought I’d do gay stuff ever.”

Jesse and I hugged again and kissed passionately. “We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.”

He sat up and my penis dropped from inside him. Then the both of us got out of my bed, and went to my bathroom. Jesse asked for a moment alone, and I gave it to him. After hearing the toilet flush, and putting two and two together, I figured it was safe to walk in again, and I did, just as he was getting the shower turned on.

I came up to kiss him. “Hello, boyfriend.”

“Hello, boyfriend,” he said back, and kissed me. “I guess that’s what we are now, huh?”

“Yeah. At least you’re a good boyfriend. I could’ve done worse. Probably.”

“Probably?” he echoed. “Behave.” He gave me a swat on the ass.

I laughed and got into the shower. He joined me and we cleaned ourselves off, using plenty of soap, especially on my penis. Given where it had been, and the fact that Jesse loved sucking on it, I wanted to make sure it was nice and clean.

No sooner were we both clean than we were all over each other; kissing, hugging, stroking, cuddling as the water splashed down onto our lean, naked, teenage bodies.

Jesse ran his hand across my mostly bare pubes. “You’re gonna have to shave again soon.”

“Yeah. Don’t want you flossing your teeth with my pubic hair.”

He laughed. “Yeah! That’d suck.”

“Suck like this?” I asked, dropping to my knees and taking his stiff penis in my mouth. I flashed back to the first time he blew me, in the shower at his place. This wasn’t the first time I’d done the same to him, but it always made me remember the first one.

“Brad?” Jesse asked after a bit.

“Yeah?” I said, looking up at him as I kept stroking his penis.

“Can I fuck you?”

I hesitated for a moment, but given that he’d let me fuck him, there was only one answer I could give. Thankfully, it was the one I wanted to give.

“Absolutely.”

“Cool. Let me get the lube, and I can fuck you in the shower.”

“Ok.”

Jesse left and I stood there under the streaming water, vaguely nervous and very horny. I was going to get fucked! Just a few months ago, at the start of summer, I’d never have thought anything like this would ever happen, but here I was, waiting for my boyfriend (another surprise), to come fuck me in the shower!

Jesse came back and kissed me as he got into the shower. “Here’s the lube,” he said, holding up a small bottle.

“Right.” I took the bottle and looked at it. “So how do we do this?”

“Well, lube yourself up. I’ll lube myself up. You can bend over a little and I’ll go into you.”

I got some of the lube onto my finger and slowly worked it up into my ass. A little tingle of unexpected pleasure went through me. My penis twitched and for the first time I began to understand how it might feel good to get fucked.

“You ready?” Jesse asked, rubbing the lube all over his erect penis. It never looked so large to me as it did right then.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Turn around, then.”

I turned around and put my hands on the back wall of the shower. I felt Jesse move behind me, his penis poking against my ass.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered into my ear. “I love you. I’ll make it feel as good for you as you did for me.”

“Ok,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Put it in me.”

Jesse moved his penis around a bit. “Here, right?”

“Yeah. Go slow, please?”

He leaned forward and kissed me on the ear. “I love you,” he said again. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Ok. Go ahead.”

Jesse put his hands on each of my hips and began to push forward. Slowly, smoothly, gently, he started to slide his stiff teenage penis into my virgin ass. It really felt very, very different from anything I’d known before. It wasn’t bad, just different. There was a faint twinge of pain, but it wasn’t very bad. I figured once he was all the way inside it would be way worse, and-

“I’m all the way in you,” Jesse whispered.

“What? You are?” I reached back and felt his hips pressed firmly against my ass. There was no question of where his penis was. “Oh, god, you are inside me…”

“Yeah.” He moved in and out a little. “Feel good?”

“Fuck, yeah…”

“Good.” Jesse reached around and started stroking my penis as he slowly fucked me, and now I knew what the term “reach around” meant.

“Oh, god, Jesse, this is amazing…”

“I know… I’m probably gonna cum pretty quick.”

“Not before me!”

“Don’t worry,” he said, stroking me faster. “I’ll make us both cum.”

I closed my eyes and tried hard to stay standing and not fold up into a ball of bliss as Jesse fucked me and masturbated me. It was the best, most intense sex I’d ever had in my life.

“Ah… ah…” Jesse said, fucking and stroking me faster. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum in your ass, Brad…”

“Do it,” I whimpered. “Make me cum, too…”

“Ah… ok… ah… ah!” Jesse pushed hard into me and I felt his penis kicking inside my ass as he sent his sperm on pointless quest to get me pregnant. Seconds later my own penis began to twitch in Jesse’s hand, and now my sperm was trying to fertilize the bathtub.

After a few seconds of us trying to get our breath back, Jesse pulled back, sliding his penis out of my slightly sore ass. He then pulled me up into a standing position and kissed me hard on the mouth.

“Brad? That was fucking incredible.”

“Yeah.” I kissed him back, and then hugged him tight, holding him close to me as the water beat down onto our naked young bodies. Eventually we got cleaned up and got out of the shower. We then went back to my bed where we fell into each other’s arms and slept in warmth, comfort and love, the happiest boys in the world.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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A Boy and His Dildo

March 9, 2009

A Boy and His Dildo
By
Alex Hawk

I came home from school one afternoon and saw my penis was missing. I’d left it on my dresser, and now it wasn’t there. I looked all around the place, since I’d lost it before. Once it had fallen behind the dresser, and it’d been a real bitch to get to it. But this time, no matter what I looked, I couldn’t find it.

My penis was missing.

Ok, it wasn’t my real penis, obviously. Back a couple months ago, when I’d turned seventeen, one of my friends had given me a homemade dildo kit as a joke birthday present. I ended up using it and made a dildo based on my penis. I was a bit of an artist, so I’d even used special paints to color it so that it was an exact duplicate of mine.

And then once it was done? Well, I used it for what you’d expect. Yeah, I was gay, and a bottom. Getting fucked by my own dick was something I just had to experience once I had the chance, and boy, was it amazing!

But now my penis was gone. Well, the fake one. I had no idea where it could’ve gone. I’d always kept it on top of the dresser, and if it wasn’t there or anywhere else in the bedroom, I couldn’t figure out where it could be.

Then I paused and started to consider a couple possibilities. Maybe someone had taken it? But who? My dad, maybe, but I honestly couldn’t see him doing that. Besides, he never came into my bedroom. My mom didn’t live with us, so she was out. We didn’t have a housekeeper or anything, which left only one suspect; my fourteen-year-old sister, Ashley.

It didn’t take a math whiz to figure out what must’ve happened. At some point she’d came into my bedroom, seen it, got curious, and put it to the kind of use one would expect a young girl to. I laughed a little, wondering what she’d say if she knew it was basically her brother’s penis she’d been fucking herself with.
Well, assuming that was what she’d done. To be fair, there were other possibilities, but I honestly couldn’t think of any that seemed likely, so I walked down the hall and knocked on my sister’s door.

“Who is it?” she asked, like there’d be anyone else home right now.

“Jack.”

“Oh. What do you want?” she asked, sounding a little nervous.

“Can I have my dildo back?” I asked in a polite tone.

There was silence for a moment and then the door opened. Ashley stood there wearing a bathrobe and blushing. “Sorry,” she said, holding out the dildo.

I looked at it. “Have you washed it off, at least?”

“Uh… no. Not yet.”

“Then please do.”

“Ok.” She turned and walked into her bathroom. I followed her.

“What made you think you could even use it?” I asked.

Shrugging, she said, “I thought I could get it back before you got home. I always have before.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “What. Before?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked sweetly.

“About three weeks.”

I rolled my eyes. “Have you at least cleaned it each time?”

“Of course.”

As she cleaned it, I gave into curiosity and said, “So… do you actually, you know, fuck yourself with it?”

“Well, yes, that’s what it’s for, right?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering,” I replied, aware that for some reason I was getting hard. “How is it?”

My sister finished washing my dildo and handed it to me. “Actually, it’s really, really good. Not as good as being fucked by a real guy, but it’ll do.”

She’d lost her virginity last year to a neighbor boy, I remembered. “Yeah. Yeah. Well, anyhow. Uhm. If you want to borrow it again, you probably can, but ask me first, ok?”

“Oh, yeah, I really want to go to my brother and ask him if I can use his dildo.”

“If you want to use it again, you’ll have to.”

“Fine,” she said, in tones of great exasperation.

With that I left her bedroom, took the dildo back to my bedroom and fucked myself silly.

* * *

A week or so went by. I didn’t spend too much time thinking about my sister’s use of my dildo, and after a bit pretty much forgot about it until one Saturday morning when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

I slept nude, so I slapped on a pair of boxers and opened the door, seeing Ashley, wearing her bathrobe.

“Uh, hi, Jack.” She blushed.

“What?” I asked, still sleepy.

“Uh… well, I wanted to know if I could borrow, you know, it.”

“It?” I echoed. “Oh, my dildo?”

“Yeah.”

I shrugged. “Sure, I guess.” I went to my nightstand and took it out of the drawer. Handing it to her I said, “So, let me ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“When you use it, what exactly do you do? I mean, do you just stick it in you, or what?”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “You’re gay, why do you care?”

“Just curious.”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to describe. I sort of rub it around different places and kind of play with it and stuff and, yes, I stick it in me.”

“Like in your vagina?” I asked, trying to ignore my morning erection.

“Well, yes. I’m not going to go anal with it, like you.”

A sudden impulse, quickly repressed lead me to say, “Can I-“ I broke off and waved a hand. “Never mind.”

“What?”

“Never mind. Have fun with it.”

“No, come on, what were you going to say?”

“Well…” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “I was just curious and… well, I was wondering…”

“Spit it out!”

“Can I see you put it in?” I asked.

Ashley made a face. “What?”

I blushed. “I’m just… I mean, I’d kind of like to see what it looks like, that’s all.”

“You’ve seen me naked before,” she pointed out. It was true. About two years ago, when I was fifteen and she was twelve, we’d played a little “show me” with each other.

“Yeah, but this would be different. Look, I’m just curious. If you don’t want to let me see, that’s fine. You can still use it.”

Ashley bit her lower lip. “You just want to see me stick it in? Not the entire thing I do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well… I guess. I mean, it’s your dildo after all. You want me to just do it in here?”

“Sure.”

“Ok.” My sister sat down on my bed and hiked her robe up. She then laid back and spread her legs, giving me my first-ever view of a real, non-porn vagina. I’d seen it a couple years ago, but there was just a little slit and a couple strands of hair. Now I was seeing it spread open and there was some actual hair.

“Ok, you ready for the show?” she asked with a little smile.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, get comfy.”

I sat down between her legs and watched as Ashley took my dildo, rubbed the tip against her vagina and then slowly slid it into herself, until it was as deep inside as it could get. My eyes went wide. I was basically watching my sister fucking herself with my penis.

“Wow,” I said, rubbing at my erection through my boxers.

“You think it’s cool?” she asked, a little breathlessly.

“Yeah…” I reached out a hand. “You want me to hold it for you?”

Ashley hesitated and then said, “Sure, if you want.”

“Ok.” I took hold of the dildo and began moving it slowly in and out of my sister’s vagina, watching her eyes roll back. “Am I doing it right?”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped. “Wow, that’s even better than when I do it.”

“Cool.” I kept moving it like I would if I was using it on myself. It was so fascinating watching the way it moved inside her.

“You seem to be… ah… enjoying this a lot for someone who’s…oh… gay…” Ashley moaned as I kept fucking her with the dildo.

I shrugged. “I just think it’s really neat. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not… oh, god… not at all…” She swallowed hard. “Oh… keep going… I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Oh, cool,” I said, somewhat interested to see what it was like when a girl had an orgasm. I started moving the dildo a little faster.

After a few more seconds of me fucking her with my fake penis, my sister started to squirm and twitch and then she suddenly sat up, clutching at my shoulders and moaning loudly as her orgasm hit. Damn, it was impressive!

Once Ashley was done climaxing, I slowly withdrew the dildo from inside her vagina, watching as, inch by inch, it left her body. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen.

“God!” Ashley said, falling back onto my bed. “Jack, you can do that anytime.”

I chuckled. “You liked it, huh?”

“God, yes.”

I looked down at my sister’s exposed vagina, my penis twitching slightly. I’d never had any interest in girls, but even I found it to be interesting and started wondering what it might be like to actually fuck a girl at some point.

“Getting a good look?” Ashley asked.

I blushed. “Sorry. I just never saw one before in real life.”

She shrugged. “It’s ok.”

“What’s it like inside?”

Ashley thought for a moment. “Hard to describe, really. Wet. Warm. It’s got a kind of interesting texture. Not quite smooth, but not quite rough.”

“So like regular skin?”

She shook her head. “No, not quite. It’s hard to describe,” she repeated. Then she gave me a look. “You know, if you want, you can stick a finger inside?”

“Yeah?”

“Sure, I don’t mind. I mean, you just kind-of fucked me.” Ashley grinned. “Besides, good as you just made me feel, I’d do just about anything for you.”

“Well, if you don’t mind?”

“No, go ahead.” She reached down and spread open her labia with her fingers, exposing the hole. “Just go in slow.”

I considered my choices and finally said, “Well, what the hell.” I reached out and touched my finger against my sister’s vagina and then slowly slid it inside, feeling the warm, tight flesh clinging to me as my finger sank all the way inside.

“Well, what do you think?” Ashley asked after a moment.

“It’s… actually pretty cool,” I said. I slid it in and out a little, fascinated as hell by the whole thing.

“So where did you get the… ah!… the dildo?” my sister asked as I kept fingering her.

“Uh…” I blushed. “You sure you want to know?”

“Yes! And please keep doing that…”

I licked my lips, wondering what her reaction was going to be. “Well… back on my birthday, one of my friends gave me a homemade dildo kit.”

“Oh… so… wait…” I could see her thinking. “Wait… you’re saying it’s a dildo that’s made from your…” She trailed off.

Continuing to finger her, I said, “Yeah. It’s basically my dick.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

She picked up the dildo and looked at it, and then sat up a little, reaching out to my boxer shorts. I let her reach inside and pull out my penis. She looked at them side-by-side.

“Wow… it really is the same.”

“Yep,” I said. It was very hot having my sister holding my penis while I was fingering her.

“Hey, Jack?” Ashley asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

She opened her mouth, then shook her head. “Nevermind.”

“What?”

Sighing a little, Ashley said, “Well. Uhm. Well, would you mind just, you know, putting the real thing in me for a bit? So I can compare?”

“The real…” I trailed off. “Wait, you want me to fuck you?”

“No, no,” she said. “I just want you to put it inside me. You know, so I can feel what it’s like compared to the dildo.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea. I mean, you are my sister,” I said, aware that even as I was saying that she was holding my penis while my finger was inside her vagina. Something which lent zero credibility to part two of my argument. “Besides, I’m gay.”

“I know, but I just wanted to see what it’s like.” She shrugged. “Nevermind, then.”

“Well, no, wait,” I said. I had to admit I was a little curious myself. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything if I put it in you for a little bit.”

“Really?” Ashley asked in an excited voice. “You’ll do it?”

“Sure, I guess so.”

“Cool! Well, then, lie down,” she said, letting go of my penis.

“Why?” I asked, doing so.

“So I can be on top, dummy.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

Ashley straddled my waist, taking my penis in her hand and rubbing it against her vagina.

“Right, ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

With that, my sister moved her body and slowly lowered her fourteen-year-old vagina down around my seventeen-year-old virgin penis. I watched in fascination as it vanished inside her warm, wet body, my eyes like saucers.

“What do you think?” she asked, moving her hips a little.

“It…. It’s pretty good…” I admitted.

“Cool…” She raised and lowered her body, sending sparks flying through my mind. “In case you want to know… the real thing feels better…”

“Glad to hear it,” I said through clenched teeth. I was really trying hard not to wind up cumming.

“If you want,” she said, “we can roll over so you’re on top. Then you can actually fuck.”

“I’ll probably cum real soon,” I gasped.

“That’s fine,” Ashley said. “I’m on the Pill.”

“Ah… yeah, ok…”

We wrapped our arms around each other and rolled over. Once on top, I pushed hard against my sister, feeling my penis slide as deep into her as it would go. God, it felt good! I put my head on her shoulder, feeling her breasts against my chest, as I started fucking her.

I was right in my guess that it wouldn’t take me long to cum. After only a minute or so of screwing my sister, I started gasping and moaning as my penis started to fire my sperm into her waiting, clenching vagina.

Once I was done cumming, I rolled off her, my penis leaving paradise as I lay next to her on the bed, breathing hard and grinning. There was a part of me that was horrified I’d just committed incest, but for the most part, I was pretty darn content!

Ashley and I didn’t fuck too many times after that first. It felt good for both of us, but, well, it was incest and we worried a lot about that. We had one last fuck on her fifteenth birthday and then not long after that she found a boyfriend.

As for me, well, I was single, but that didn’t matter too much. After all, I always had my trusty dildo!

* * *

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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October 16, 2008

A Matter of Survival
By
Alex Hawk

“Crap, this sucks,” came Mikey’s voice over the radio.

I held my silence. It sucked, yes. But I didn’t want to say anything, lest I wound up distracting Abe from his job of flying the small plane we were all in.

Outside there was a nasty raging storm that seemed to have blown out of nowhere. It wasn’t snowing, which was a mercy, but it was raining really hard and the wind was really strong.

We’d taken off about three hours ago from Prince Rupert in British Columbia where we lived, and were flying up Juneau, Alaska to visit our dad over Easter. Originally our parents had planned for us to take a commercial flight, but Abe was a friend of the family and owned a small plane, so he offered to fly us up. Things had been going well until the storm, which had come up out of the north-east about an hour ago and now we were in serious shit.

“Hang on, kids,” Abe said. “This is going to get rough.”

I was sitting in the back and Mikey was up in the front seat. He was my twin brother. We were both fourteen and this was our first time flying. With luck, it wouldn’t be our last.

Suddenly the whole plane shook to one side and began vibrating horribly. I don’t know if it was Mikey or me that screamed first, but we were both doing it. Then over the sound of our screaming came the horrible sound of silence as the engine coughed once and died.

“Oh, hell,” muttered Abe. He began flipping switches and trying to contact help over the radio. Then he looked around at us.

“Ok, we’re going down. I’m going to try to bring us in as soft as I can. Mikey, when I tell you to, pop your door so that it doesn’t jam if the frame warps. Kathy, you make sure you’re buckled in. Both of you, once we’re on the ground, grab the survival kits and we’ll get out of here.”

In stunned silence, both of us nodded.

An eerie silence settled over the plane for the next couple minutes. My ears popped as we lost altitude. I looked at Mikey’s scared face and held out my hand to him. He took his hand in mine and smiled weakly at me.

“Ok…” Abe said looking around. “Get ready to pop the door… ready… now!”

Mikey and Abe both hit the locks on the doors. The wind held them closed, mostly, but some wind also blew into the cabin.

“Right! Brace yourselves!” called out Abe.

As we went down, I kept my eyes locked on Mikey. I loved my twin brother dearly, and if I was about to die, I wanted him to be the last thing I saw. Of course, it would’ve helped if he’d been looking back at me, instead of being curled up in a crash position, but I took what I could get.

Then, suddenly, I was aware of Mikey shaking me and calling my name. I looked up at him, focusing blurrily.

“Kathy! Oh, thank god. I thought you might be…” He shook his head. “Come on, we have to get out of here. The plane’s on fire!”

“What?” I looked around. “Are we… we’re on the ground?”

“Yeah. You got hit on the head.”

“Oh.” My brain felt thick. That would explain why, and probably would explain why I didn’t remember us hitting the ground.

“Come on! Grab the survival kits.”

“Ok.” I reached down and grabbed one of the kits, handing it to Mikey. He tossed it out the door. As I handed him the other one, I looked at Abe, and then wished I hadn’t. He had a piece of metal sticking through one side of his head and out the other. Clearly he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hand me the rifle,” Mikey said. “Hurry!”

I handed him the rifle in the back of the plane and a box of ammo. Then, aware of how hot it was getting inside the plane, I grabbed the last two bundles in the back and, with Mikey, scrambled out of the airplane. He grabbed the two survival kits and we sprinted as far away from the plane as we could. About ten seconds after we got clear a terrific blast tore through the air. I saw a bit of propeller whiz over my head and embed itself in a tree. We both hit the dirt.

We laid there in the muddy ground, breathing hard. Mikey looked over at me, his red cap wet and dirty.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah… just a nasty headache,” which was an understatement. “You?”

“Yeah.”

We stood up and looked at the rapidly dying flames that were all that remained of the plane and Abe. I felt bad that he was dead. I hadn’t known him well. He was my Mom’s friend. He seemed nice, though.

Mikey looked at the bundles in my hands. “That’s a tent,” he said pointing to the one in my left hand. “The other one is a sleeping bag, I think. Is there only one?”

I looked. “Uh… yeah. I don’t know if there were more in the plane.

“Probably not. Abe usually flew alone.”

“Ok.” I took a breath. “So now what?”

Mikey shivered. “We got a find a place to put the tent up and get it up, or we’re going to freeze.”

I nodded. It was probably only a little bit above freezing and it was only a few hours until nighttime, though with the clouds it likely wouldn’t make a difference. “Alright. Let’s go that way,” I said, pointing.

“Why that way?”

“Why not?”

“Ok.”

We walked for about five minutes, just long enough to get away from the plane. We eventually found a very small clearing with some flattish ground. It wasn’t much, but it would be something.

We opened up the bag with the tent. Inside was a small, plastic tarp. I began to spread that out on the ground to give us a dry surface to work with. Meantime, Mikey rooted around inside the survival kits and eventually found a small, hand-cranked lamp. Soon it was glowing and, working together, we began to put the tent together. It took a good twenty minutes, but at the end we had a nice shelter constructed.

Quickly we tossed our gear inside and then tossed ourselves in. Mikey hung the lamp from a small hook at the top of the tent and, for the first time in several hours, I felt myself begin to relax a little.

Grinning a little, and looking as tired as I felt, Mikey said, “Well… we made it.”

“Yeah…” I winced a little and rubbed at my head.

“Here, let me look at you.”

“Ok.”

Mikey got up on his knees and looked at my head. “Well… I don’t see… oh. Does this hurt?” He poked a small spot on the back of my head.

“Ow! Yes!”

“That must’ve been where you hit something. It’s a lump. Not a big one, though. Let me see if there’s some aspirin in here. That’ll reduce the swelling.”

“Ok.”

As Mikey rooted through the two survival kits I looked around the tent. That was easy. It took about two seconds. It was about ten feet long, about five feet wide and about four feet high. Not big at all. Still, it would do for the two of us.

“Oh, good. A first-aid kit.” Mikey opened it up and found a bottle of aspirin. He took out two and a bottle of water, then handed them to me.

“Thanks.” I swallowed the aspirin and drank down the water. Almost instantly I felt better, though I knew that was probably just psychological.

“So… now what?” Mikey said.

I sighed. “I don’t know. I guess we wait a few days until we get rescued. Is there a radio in the kit or anything?”

“Oh, hey, I didn’t think to check.” Mikey rumbled around again. Then he frowned. “No.”

“Shit,” I said, succinctly. “Well… I guess we wait a few days and see what happens. We should stay near the crash site. If nothing else in the morning we might find some stuff there. At the very least, being near it will help us to get spotted by any rescue teams.”

“You think any will come?”

“Yeah. They have to, right? I mean, I heard Abe sending out a distress signal.”

“Yeah.”

I reached out and picked up the survival kits and began rooting through them myself. There wasn’t a lot, but what there was, was good. There was some water, some water purifying tablets, a lot of matches, some fishing line, some hooks, a compass, a couple sharp knives, a multi-tool, a first aid kit and a few other things. Nothing much, but it would certainly help keep us alive if we were out here for a while.

“Well… this is fun,” I said after a bit. I looked at my watch. It was almost five. “I’m not tired enough to sleep yet.”

“Me, either. Oh, and there’s only one sleeping bag. It’s big enough for us both, though, and since it’s going to be cold as fuck, we’re going to have to share it.”

“Yeah,” I said nodding. “Well, better that than dead.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” He looked at the rifle. “We got this, at least. If we’re out here long enough I can go hunting or something. We got about two-hundred rounds.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah.”

The lamp had started to dim. Mikey reached up and gave it a few cranks and it glowed bright again.

“I found a deck of cards, by the way,” he said as he sat down. “You wanna play Twenty-One or War or something? It’ll keep us from getting real bored.”

“Yeah, ok.”

Mikey shuffled the cards and began to deal them. We started out with playing Twenty-One, then went on to War and finally poker. It wasn’t really all that fun, but it was better than nothing and before I realized it, we’d gotten to a little after eight.

I found myself yawning, even though it was nowhere near my normal bedtime. It had been a pretty stressful day. Once we were done with the hand we were playing, I suggested to Mikey it was time to get some sleep. He agreed.

We gathered all the supplies back into their kit cases and then unrolled the sleeping bag. As Mikey had said, it would easily be big enough for both of us. We took off the coats we’d been wearing and our shoes and then got into the sleeping bag.

This was when I realized that “big enough for two” was a subjective statement. We’d fit in here, sure, but there was no way we were going to be able to avoid rubbing up against each other. Oh, well. At least that would help keep us warm.

I began to realize just how warm about an hour or so later. Mikey had been tossing and turning as we tired to fall asleep and finally he said, “Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I am really warm. Do you care if I take off my shirt?”

“No, it’s cool.”

“Ok.”

Mikey sat up and took off his shirt. I could dimly see him in the faint light coming from outside the tent. He set it aside and got back under the blanket.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I tried to drift off to sleep, but at one point I felt Mikey’s back come into contact with my bare arm. A little shiver went through me. The touch of his skin on mine was so hot it was like fire. Not in a bad way, though.

I had been about to fall asleep but the contact with Mikey’s bare back was enough to wake me back up. I’d never actually slept with anyone before. It was kind of nice, but I could see it was going to be hard to get used to knowing that someone else could touch me at any point.

I was also starting to feel even warmer than I had before. So I sat up, saw that Mikey was asleep and, not wanting to bother him, didn’t ask before I took my shirt off. I was still wearing my bra, which wasn’t real comfortable, but at least I was going to be cooler. Then I snuggled back under the blanket and, after a bit, fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up with a start in the morning. The tent was filled with a bright, glowing light. I rolled over and saw Mikey sleeping next to me. The sleeping bag had fallen down a little and most of his bare chest was exposed.

I reached over and placed my hand on his chest, shaking him. “Mikey… wake up.”

“Murpgl,” he mumbled. Then opened his eyes. “Oh, hey…” He squinted in the bright light of the tent.

“Yeah, I know, it’s real bright in here.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey looked at me and grinned. “Nice bra, Kathy.”

Rolling my eyes I pulled on my shirt, shivering a little as I did. It had been on the floor near the tent wall and was really cold. Mikey pulled on his shirt, too. We then got our shoes, socks and jackets on, then unzipped the tent.

We stepped out into a world of white.

“Oh… must’ve snowed last night,” said Mikey, King of Obviousland.

“Still is a little,” I pointed out.

“Yeah.” He shivered. “We’d better build a fire.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Moving around slowly in the morning cold, we began gathering up some sticks and twigs and a few larger branches. Mikey had done some time in the Boy Scouts and had a fair idea how to build a fire using green wood.

Once we had the wood gathered, we cleared out some space and began to assemble the fire. Soon Mikey had a decent blaze going. We sat around it, feeling sensation returning to our limbs.

Mikey went back into the tent long enough to get us some food. We ate it. It wasn’t much. Just some high calorie protein bars. They’d keep us going, though. We also drank some snowmelt that we’d put into a collapsible bucket. We wanted to be careful to preserve the water supply we had brought with us.

Once we were done eating, Mikey said, “Toss some more wood on the fire, and then we should probably go check out the airplane.”

I really didn’t want to do that, but he was right that it was a good idea. Before we left, Mikey grabbed a collapsible shovel that had come with the survival kit. I didn’t ask him what it was for. I had an idea, but I didn’t want to think about it.

Once we got to the plane, we looked around the site trying to find whatever we could in the way of supplies. There wasn’t much. Little bits here and there, including an entirely intact towel, but that was it.

Then there was what was left of Abe. It wasn’t much and it was pretty black. I tried not to look at it or think about it. I did help Mikey dig a hole in the mostly frozen ground, and helped him cover the body with dirt and rocks and snow. But I didn’t move it into the hole. No, Mikey did that, wrapping his hands in the towel we found and burying that with him.

After Abe was buried, we walked back to the little camp we’d set up. I took a few moments to duck behind some trees and take care of some business. Mikey went to a different set of trees for the same thing, then we met back at the fire.

After some minor discussion we decided to see if we could find a source of freshwater and maybe a place to fish. Taking the compass, a bucket and our fishing gear, we went out in search. Mikey also took the rifle. Just in case.

“You know,” I said as we walked. “It’s actually kind of nice out here, once you get past all the problems.”

Mikey nodded. Like any good Canadian kids we had a decent appreciation of the great outdoors.

We walked west for about twenty minutes before we came across a river. It wasn’t very big. It was probably only about fifteen feet across and probably only a couple feet deep, but it was a source of fresh water. To make matters even better, I could already spot the silvery flash of fish.

I strung up a couple hooks and cast my line out into the water with a bit of our food provisions as bait. While I did that, Mikey tromped upstream a little to see if he could find any animals we could eat.

It turned out to be pretty productive, at least on my end. I did at one point hear the crack of the rifle, but when Mikey came back to where I was, he was empty handed. Apparently he’d shot at a rabbit, but it had got away.

I’d been a bit more lucky. I’d managed to reel in four fish. I could’ve easily snagged more, but I figured it was best to not get greedy and catch more than we could eat in a day or two.

We walked back to the camp; Mikey carrying the rifle and the fish. I was carrying our bucket filled with fresh water. Once we got back to the camp, we stoked up the fire and began cleaning the fish. Right after that, we made up our minds that, in the future, we’d only do that down at the river.

Once our food was cooked we sat back and ate it. It was… ok. I liked fish, but I really only liked it with a bit of seasoning. Nice and complete though the survival kits were, they didn’t have much in the way of herbs and spices.

It was only noon by the time we were done eating. We killed another hour gathering up some firewood, making sure we had a good supply. There was a small axe inside the survival kit which made it much easier than it otherwise would’ve been.

Then… we sat around the fire doing nothing.

I tossed a stick into the fire. “Well… this is boring.”

“Yeah.”

“You still dating Jenny Mertz?” I asked after a bit.

“What? Oh, no. We broke up back a month ago.”

“That’s too bad. Why?”

Mikey said, “She decided she wanted someone else.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“You ever get any from her?”

Mikey looked surprised. “What kind of question is that for a girl to ask her brother?”

I shrugged. “I’m bored and slightly cold and any distraction is welcome.”

“Even talking about your brother’s lack-of-a-sex life?”

I shrugged again. “Any port in a storm.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. Well, no, as a matter of fact I didn’t get any from her or anyone else. The most I’ve ever done is kissing. You?”

“Same here,” I lied. I hadn’t even kissed a boy. “Once we get out of here, though, I’m going to make damn sure I get a boyfriend.” That was true.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, me, too. Well, a girlfriend for me.”

We killed an hour swapping dirty jokes and then spent some time just wandering around, exploring the area, though being careful to never get too far away from the camp. We saw some birds, and some animal tracks, but what we didn’t see was any sign of any rescue planes. We figured they’d be along eventually.

As it began to get dark, I said, “Do we douse the fire, or keep it going?”

Mikey frowned. “Well… good question. If we let it burn, people might see it. If we put it out, though, no risk of a forest fire.”

“People would certainly see THAT,” I said.

Mikey nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t really wanna burn to death.”

“There is that,” I conceded.

“Well… let’s stay up until, say, an hour after dark. That way someone might see the light from the fire. After that we can douse it and go to bed.”

“Ok.”

We stayed up for about an hour telling ghost stories and taking turns winding up the lamp so that it would have as much power as possible. We figured we’d probably be awake at least another couple hours once we were inside the tent.

The fired had burned kind of low by the time we were ready for bed, so it was a sample matter to toss some dirt on top and make sure it was completely out. Then, with one last look at the cloudy sky, completely devoid of planes, we went inside.

Once in the tent, we lit the lamp and started playing cards again. Frankly, it was boring as hell. But it was better than nothing. I really wished we had something more interesting to do with our time, though.

“We should probably get to sleep,” Mikey said after a couple hours.

“Yeah.”

We made ready to get into the sleeping bag. Mikey said, “Hey. Since it was real warm in there last night, do you care if I just take my shirt off right now?”

“Not really.”

“Thanks.”

Mikey pulled off his shirt. I got into the sleeping bag and watched him as he moved around the tent, getting everything ready for bed. He had a really nice body, I noticed. Not like really muscled or anything, but nicely shaped. A couple of my friends had major crushes on him. I never knew why, and still didn’t, really, but I began to approach an understanding.

Once everything was squared away, Mikey got into the sleeping bag next to me. He whispered, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I replied, and fell right to sleep.

Well, that’d been the plan anyhow.

Instead I laid there on my side, eyes closed, trying to sleep. I found myself unable to. I kept thinking about our situation and what a bitch it was. I wondered how long it would be before we were rescued, if we ever were. Maybe we’d eventually have to walk out of here.

I also started to get really warm, just as I did last night. Finally I took off my shirt. Mikey made no sounds or movement next to me as I did so. He was entirely sacked out. I was envious as hell. Oh, well. I’d be asleep soon enough.

As I settled back down into the sleeping bag, Mikey mumbled something and turned over. One of his arms flopped out and draped itself over my body. I was really already too warm to want him putting his arm around me like that, but it felt very comforting. Like my twin brother would take care of me. Nothing really bad could happen as long as we were together.

With that happy thought, I closed my eyes again and finally fell asleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Mikey already up and out of the sleeping bag, pulling on his shirt. Seeing me, he smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Mph.”

“Did you sleep ok?”

“I guess,” I mumbled, rolling onto my back.

“Nice bra,” Mikey said, tossing my shirt onto my face.

“Thanks.” I sat up and pulled my shirt on.

We went through basically the same routine as we had the day before. Thankfully, it was warmer today than it had been yesterday and the snow had started to melt. By noon it was probably about 45 degrees! Frickin’ balmy!

During the day, Mikey managed to shoot one of the rabbits he’d seen yesterday. I caught us another few fish. Our food gathering done early, we took a few minutes to split up and go to separate parts of the creek to clean up before lunch.

Washing in an icy cold mountain stream is just about as much fun as it sounds. I basically took off an item of clothing, washed myself, put the clothing back on, shivered for a few minutes, then did the next bit of me. It sucked, but I knew I had to keep as clean as I could.

I walked back to where Mikey was. As I got to within visual range, I saw him sitting at the edge of the creek doing something odd. His pants seemed to be open and his hand was moving rapidly on his lap.

I stood there, concealed by a bush, watching Mikey do whatever the hell it was he was doing. Whatever it was, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and his mouth was open. It kind of put me mind of what it as like when I… would… finger… oh…

I started to blush. My twin brother was masturbating! I knew boys masturbated, but I had never actually seen it before. I felt grossed-out, curious, embarrassed and interested all at the same time.

I’d never really thought about Mikey as a boy before. I mean, I knew he was a boy, but I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. My sweet, twin brother who was always there for me. Now I was starting to realize on more than just an intellectual level that he was, in fact, a boy.

Mikey kept rubbing at himself for another minute or so. Then I heard him stifle a little moan and his whole body shook for a moment. Then he sat back, breathed deep, washed his hand off in the creek and began to zip up.

I ducked back out of sight for a moment, my heart thudding over what I’d just seen. It had been… very… odd. I didn’t dislike it, though.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and stepped out into view, saying, “Hey, Mikey.”

Startled my brother looked up. “Oh, hey, Kathy.”

“All clean?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Let’s have lunch.”

The rest of the passed pretty uneventfully. We ate our lunch, spent quite a bit of time gathering up firewood, ate our dinner, then retired to the tent for a couple hours of boring card play before we both ditched our shirts and went to sleep.

Yeah… life was just that exciting.

* * *

Mikey and I settled into a nice routine. We’d wake up, have a small amount of food from the kits for breakfast, build the fire up real nice, and then go hunting/fishing. After that, we’d have lunch, then pick up firewood. Then dinner. Once we’d eaten, we’d talk by the fire for a while, then retire to the tent, play cards, and go to bed.

After the first week was done, I was about to slit my wrists with boredom. Pity the survival kits hadn’t included a razor.

On the ninth day I woke up in a far darker tent than I was used to. I looked at my watch. The sun should’ve been up for over an hour, but it was still pretty dim in here. I got out of the sleeping bag, pulled my shirt on, then opened up the tent flap.

Outside it was white. Almost pure white. I could dimly see trees, the remnants of our fire pit and could easily see the woodpile we’d gathered. But everything else was covered under at least a foot of fresh snow, and it was still falling hard.

“Mikey,” I said going back into the tent and shaking him. “Mikey, wake up.”

“Mmmm… what?” He blinked up at me.

“It’s snowing. A lot.”

Mikey sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “It is?”

“Yeah.”

Still shirtless, he went over and opened up the tent flap. He looked out for a few moments then said, “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey sat back down after closing the tent flap. Shivering a little, he pulled on his shirt.

“Well… that fucks our plans for today. I don’t want to go wandering around and get lost in this stuff. Plus there’s no way we can build a fire.”

“Yeah. Well, we have enough food in here we can live off our rations for a while.”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to do that more than we need to. But I guess we need to.”

“Yeah. We should at least try to knock some of the snow off the tent. It’ll make it lighter and warmer in here.”

Mikey nodded. “Ok. Let’s get dressed, then.”

We kitted ourselves up and grabbed the collapsible shovel. Thirty minutes of effort later, and we had not only knocked the snow off the tent, we’d also dug a nice little path to a thicket of trees where we could use the bathroom. On my suggested, we also took a length of fluorescent string, tied one end to the tent and the other end to one of the trees. That way we wouldn’t get lost if the snow was really bad.

Then we had a largely cold breakfast with some cold water into which we mixed some flavored vitamin enriched drink mix. That would make up for the fact that we weren’t going to be eating fresh food today.

After that… well, what was there to do? Boredom was bad enough on days when we could be outside the tent. Today, though, it was really sucking. We both wound up taking a nap, but that only lasted for an hour or two.

Once we were done with lunch, we passed another few hours with, you guessed it, playing cards. We’d taken to using small pebbles as currency to make it more interesting when we played poker (which we’d began to play after War, Twenty-One, Go Fish, Old Maid, and something I swear Mikey made up called Cripple Mister Onion), but even that wasn’t enough to sustain my interest for the whole afternoon.

By the time we were done with dinner, it was pretty clear to me there was no hope. I fell back onto the sleeping bag, my eyes rolled back into my head.

“Something wrong?” Mikey asked, shuffling the cards.

“I’m dead,” I said.

“What killed you?”

“Boredom.”

Mikey laughed. “Well, we can-”

“Don’t!” I sat up. “Don’t mention cards! I am SO SICK of playing cards.”

Shrugging, my brother said, “You got anything else to do?”

“No,” I confessed.

“At least we’re getting good at it.”

“Yeah.”

“Just wish we had some real money or something. Playing for pebbles isn’t really interesting. There’s no stakes or anything.”

Laughing, I said, “Well, we could always play Strip Poker!”

Mikey giggled. “Do you want to?”

I opened my mouth intending to say no, but then I realized that it would likely be a solution to boredom, at least for a while. Shrugging, I said, “Well… I will if you will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey thought about it while he shuffled his cards. “Well… ok. At least it’ll keep us from being bored for a bit.”

With a laugh, I said, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Grinning, Mikey began to deal the cards. “Ok, let’s do this!”

I sat down across from my brother, feeling a little nervous at what we were about to do. I didn’t know why I was feeling that way, but I was.

Mikey dealt out the cards. I looked mine over. I had a pair of sixes, then also a three, a five and a nine. Not much, but I could keep the sixes. I sent the other three cards back. I got a four, a jack and a nine in trade.

Mikey sent back two of his cards. Then he looked up at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” Mikey set down his cards. “Two tens.”

I set down mine. “Two sixes.”

“Oh, ok. Well, I guess I win the first one, then.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I replied, pulling my shirt off, leaving me in my bra.

“Whatever you say,” Mikey said with an evil chuckle.

My brother dealt out more cards. This time I ended up with, to my happiness, two jacks in addition to two threes. I already had two pair! Grinning a little, I sent back the single eight that I had and got a two in return. Well, the pairs were still good.

Mikey sent back three of his cards, and then smirked. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I set down my two pairs.

Mikey’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well, I had three-of-a-kind, but I guess two pair beats that.”

“Yes, it does.”

Shrugging, Mikey pulled his t-shirt off. He really did have a pretty nice looking chest, I thought, as I watched him dealing out the cards. I wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Well, with luck, I’d get to see pretty soon.

This time I knew as soon as I looked at the cards I wasn’t going to have much of anything. I had… well, it was sad what I had. Suffice to say I sent back everything except for one ace, and in the end even that wasn’t going to save me.

Mikey had a huge smirk on his face. It was pretty obvious that no matter what I had, he was going to pretty well kick my ass. So I was prepared for the worst when he set down his cards. Sure enough, he had a full house.

Then I cheered up. Yeah, he had a full house, but a simple pair would’ve beaten my hand. I set it down.

“Oh… that’s… bad,” Mikey said with some sympathy in his voice.

“Yeah, it could’ve been better,” I admitted as I stood up and pulled off my jeans, leaving me in my bra and panties. Nothing Mikey hadn’t seen before in the last couple days, but, well, I knew there was something different in the air right now. If nothing else I was one loss away from Mikey seeing at least one part of my more private areas.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. I paid particular attention to my hand this time. Mikey had on his pants, underwear and socks (we were counting those for him but not for me, since I had my bra). He could still lose and show nothing important. I didn’t have that option.

At first I thought I didn’t have much of anything. But then I started looking closely and realized that I was sitting on top of a three, a four, a six, a seven and an eight. I only needed a five and I’d be almost unbeatable! With a sense of great hope I sent back my two and got back… another three. Aw, hell…

Mikey, however, didn’t look too terribly confident. Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready. What you got?”

Sighing, I placed down my pair of threes.

“Oh… well… that’s bad, yeah,” my twin brother said. “But, ah, actually, mine’s worse.” He put down a pair of twos.

Thank you, god, I thought to myself as Mikey took off his socks.

Out went the cards once more. This time it ended with another reprieve for me as my three eights beat Mikey’s three sixes. Sighing deeply he stood up and pulled down his jeans, leaving him just in his underwear. As he sat down, I could clearly see what was obviously his penis tenting up inside.

A thrill of excitement went through me. At the end of the next hand, no matter who won, one of us would be showing Forbidden Flesh. Naturally, I hoped it would be Mikey.

Tension filled the tent, which despite the cold outside now felt quite warm after hours of us being in here with the snow insulating us. Mikey dealt the cards once more and I picked up mine.

I was staring at a real good potential here, I thought. I already had a pair of kings. That was good. To make matters better, I also had an ace. The four and the seven were just icing on the cake.

I kept the kings and the ace. In return I got back another ace, a seven and a nine. Well, that was two pair. That was fine.

Grinning widely, Mikey said, “Well! You ready?”

Now feeling a little nervous, I said, “Yeah…?”

Mikey put down his cards. “Full house,” he said, proudly.

“Oh, hell,” I muttered as I set down my two pairs. “Fine, I guess you win that one.”

“Yes, I do.”

Sighing, but knowing I had no real choice, I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, pulling it forward and setting it aside. If nothing else it DID feel to get it off me for the first time in a while. Of course, it also left me bare-breasted in front of my twin brother. Somehow I didn’t think that bothered him any.

“So, uh,” Mikey began, trying not to be obvious about staring at my chest. “What… uhm… what do we do after the next hand?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, one of us is going to be naked.”

“Oh.” I thought about it. “Well… we’ll worry about that later, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Out went the cards yet again. I regarded mine with a cautious air. I had a pair of aces, which wasn’t a bad start. I also had a three, a nine and a queen. It was kind of a no-brainer to send back the three, nine and queen. In return I got a jack, a ten and a king. I was left with a pair of aces. I frowned. Well, this wasn’t the best of things.

Mikey grinned widely. “You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, and getting ready to be nude, I said, “Yeah.”

Mikey slapped down his cards. “Straight. Flush. Beat THAT!”

Shrugging, I said, “I can’t,” and plopped down my two aces.

Mikey looked at my cards. “What? I wasted a straight flush on THAT?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… oh, well.” He looked at me expectantly.

I stood up and, without any ceremony, pulled my panties down, kicking them aside. Now fully nude I sat back down on the floor of the tent, my legs closed. I wasn’t about to give Mikey THAT good of a view.

“So… now what?” Mikey asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno. We can keep playing, if you want.”

“Ok. If I lose I ditch my underwear, but what if you lose?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

Mikey considered this for a moment. “Well, how about if I win, you have to open your legs? So I can really, you know, get a look?”

“I guess that’s fair,” I said. I didn’t want the game to stop, after all. Not only was I kind of curious to see what Mikey looked like naked, I also wanted to stave off any further boredom.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. This time, once the smoke had cleared, I was left with a pair of jacks and a pair of threes. This made me feel a little more cheerful. Then Mikey put down a full house.

I glared at my twin brother. “That’s it. I’m dealing from now on.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s ok if you want.”

“I do.”

“Ok.” He handed me the cards. “Time to pay up.”

I crossed my legs under me, in the so-called “Indian style”. It was actually kind of comfortable this way, and it did give my brother a decent view of my vagina. “How’s this?” I asked.

“Good,” Mikey said in a soft voice. I saw the tent-pole under his underwear twitch slightly.

I shuffled the cards, really, really well, and then dealt them out. I was left with, to my happiness, three fours, a five and a ten. Not much thinking was required to get rid of the five and the ten. I got back a two and another five. Oh, well. Three-of-a-kind was still pretty decent.

“Alright,” I said, “What you got, Mikey?”

Shyly, Mikey put down three sixes. “Just these.”

I glared at my twin brother. “You know, Mikey, I really hate you right now,” I said as I put down my three fours.

Mikey laughed. He’d won a lot. It was easy for him. “Sorry,” he said with a little grin.

“No, you aren’t.”

“You’re right.”

I glared again. “So… since I lost… what do I do now?”

“Penalties for losing?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok.” Mikey thought. “Well… uhm… I don’t know. Stand up and do a little dance.”

I looked up at the tent roof, less than four feet from the floor. “Listen, buster, how short do you think I am?”

Mikey laughed. “Alright. Well… just… lie on your back and pretend to be dancing!”

I laughed. “Ok!” I laid on my back and wiggled around, giggling a little. Mikey let his eyes roam all over my naked body. I actually didn’t mind, though I was somewhat surprised I didn’t. I even found myself getting a little aroused knowing that I was turning my twin brother on.

After a couple minutes, I said up. “Ok, I’m done with that.”

“Alright.” Mikey grinned shyly. “You looked good doing it.”

“Thank you,” I said, shuffling the cards. “Now prepare for nudity!”

“You’re already naked,” he helpfully pointed out.

“I mean YOUR nudity.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think THAT’S going to happen.”

I dealt the cards out. “Just play, boy.”

A few moments later, when I was putting down a crappy set of cards with a high-card of a king to Mikey’s pair of sixes, I was really starting to wish I hadn’t told him to start playing.

“Ok,” I said with a sigh. “What’s my penalty this time?”

“Well…” Mikey looked a little embarrassed. “I dunno… uhm… can I… maybe… get a really good look between your legs?”

I considered this for a moment and then shrugged. “Ok, I guess.” Lying back a little, I spread my legs. Mikey crouched between them, looking down at my virgin vagina.

“What do you think?” I asked into the long silence that followed.

“It’s cool… I’ve never seen one before.”

“Glad I could help,” I said sardonically. “Can we get back to the game now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”

I dealt the cards out again. This time I ended up with a full house and felt a lot more confident. At least I did right up until the time Mikey plopped down his four threes.

I looked upward. “Have I angered thee, oh lord?”

Mikey laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get lucky eventually.”

“Gambler’s Fallacy,” I muttered. “Ok, what’s the penalty?”

Mikey thought and thought hard. I was starting to wonder if he’d ever come up with something when he said, “Ok, I got it.”

“Ok.”

Mikey bit his lower lip, and then said, “Well… ok. Can I… can I touch your va… uhm… breasts?”

I had a fair inkling of what Mikey had been about to say, but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I mean, he was still my brother after all. But just touching my breasts…

“I guess that would be ok,” I said after a bit.

“Ok.”

I got up onto my knees and leaned forward a little. Mikey reached out with both his hands and placed one over each of my breasts. A little shudder went through me at the contact. No one had ever touched me there before.

“They’re nice,” Mikey said after a moment.

“Thank you,” I said, for lack of anything better to say.

After another minute or so, Mikey said, “Well… do you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah, I gotta get you naked.”

Mikey grinned. “Yeah, how’s that working out for you so far?”

“Shut up,” I replied and dealt out the cards again.

This time, as I looked at my cards, I felt my heart sink. I had nothing. A crap hand. I sent back everything but my highest card, which was a nine and ended up getting another one. A pair of nines. Great.

Then I saw a grimace on Mikey’s face. Could it be…?

“Ready?” I asked.

“No, but…” Mikey set down his cards. He had a pair of threes.

“Aaaah…” I breathed. “Revenge at last.” I set down my cards.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. You win this one.”

“Damn right. Off with the undies!”

Mikey got up and lowered his underwear down, then sat back, giving me my first ever view of a boy’s penis. Not just a penis, but a hard one at that. It was about five inches long, had a small amount of hair at the base and looked really… interesting. I had a fair idea of what my vagina was like, and I couldn’t begin to picture how something like that would fit inside me. Well, maybe I could a little, I thought, as I took a good look.

“So,” Mikey said into the silence filling the tent. “You want to keep playing?”

“Just for penalties?”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

I thought a few moments, my eyes wandering back to my brother’s hard penis. Finally I said, “Well, ok.”

“Or, you know, we could just…” I saw him thinking quickly. “Well, we could just take turns daring each other to do things.”

I shrugged. “Sure. I was getting kind of bored with cards anyhow.”

“Ok! Who goes first?”

“I do,” I said firmly. “You already got to do lots of penalties on me.”

“Ok.”

I thought a moment. “So, ok, get up and let me see your butt.”

Mikey got up onto his knees and turned around. His ass was round and firm and smooth. It actually looked really nice. Hell, my brother just looked nice naked period, I was realizing. No wonder some of my friends had crushes on him.

“Ok, you can sit down,” I said after a moment, though during that moment I’d let my fingers briefly brush against my vagina.

Mikey sat back down. “Ok, your dare is… uhm… well, get up like I did and let me see your butt.”

“Ok.” I got up on my knees and faced away from my brother, wondering if he liked the view of me as much as I’d liked the view of him. I wanted to turn around to see if he was touching his penis like I’d touched my vagina, but I knew that would probably not be a smart idea.

“Ok,” Mikey said after a bit.

I turned around and sat back down. Mikey’s hands were nowhere near his erect penis, but I hadn’t expected them to be.

“Ok, so what’s my dare?” Mikey asked

I thought about this for a few seconds. “Well, you got a good look at my vagina, so let me get a good look at your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees, putting his penis in easy view of my eyes. I took a good look. As I’d already noticed, it was about five inches long, maybe a little less, with just a little brownish hair at the base. It was also pulsing faintly. I knew it was blood that got it hard, so I guessed it was Mikey’s heartbeat. I still wasn’t sure something like that could actually fit inside my vagina, but obviously it could, at least in theory. Since he was my brother, I wouldn’t actually be testing this theory.

“It looks cool, Mikey,” I said after a bit.

“Thanks.” He sat back down. “Ok, ready for your dare?”

“Sure.”

“Can I touch your vagina, Kathy?”

“Uh…” I thought about this for a few seconds, but not too many. “Sure, I guess. I mean, you dared me, so I have to.”

“Ok.”

I laid back and spread my legs. Mikey got between them and, rather shyly, placed his hand directly onto my vagina. He traced his fingers back and forth along my slit, brushing against my clitoris a couple times. It felt just amazing!

“Do you like it?” Mikey whispered.

“Yeah…”

“Me, too…”

After a couple minutes went by, I finally said, “Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“My turn to dare you now.”

“Oh, ok.”

I had a million ideas coursing through my brain, but I settled on saying, “Let me touch your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees again.

I reached out and brushed my fingers against the shaft of my brother’s penis. It was very warm to the touch and surprisingly smooth. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the hardness under the skin. I decided I liked it.

A couple minutes went past before I said, “Ok… time for you to dare me again.”

“Alright.” We both sat back down. Mikey thought for a few seconds and then said, “Where does the boy’s penis go?”

“You mean inside me?”

“Yeah.”

I lie back a little and spread my legs wide. With my fingers, I reached down and parted my vaginal lips, giving my brother a good view of the entrance.

“There?” he asked, pointing.

“Yeah.”

Licking his lips, Mikey said, “Can I… would you let me…” He swallowed a little. “Can I put my penis…” He turned a bright red and swallowed again. “Uh… I mean… my pinky… in there?”

It was REALLY clear he hadn’t meant to say that. At least I didn’t think that was what he was originally planning to say. Maybe it was a Freudian Slip. But he’d asked about this pinky, not his penis, which was good, because I had no idea what I would’ve said if he had asked for that. As it was, I knew exactly what to say.

“Ok, but put it in slowly.”

“Ok.” Mikey placed his finger against the entrance to my vagina and slowly began to push. He moved his finger back and forth, and soon had it all the way inside me. It was the first time anyone’s but mine had been in there, and I really, REALLY liked it.

“Do you like this?” my brother asked.

“Yeah…” I whispered. Looking down, I said, “Move a little closer.”

“This way?” Mikey said, scooting closer.

“Yeah…” Now his penis was in range. I reached out and put a hand around it, stroking slowly.

We lay there like that for a good several minutes, gently masturbating each other. We weren’t trying to reach orgasm or anything like that; we were just having a good time touching one another. If nothing else, it was very comforting.

Then as he fingered me, Mikey leaned down and kissed each of my nipples. It felt really incredibly nice, but not nearly as nice as what happened next, when he moved his face down and kissed me right above my clitoris as he worked a second finger into my very wet vagina.

“Oh…” I moaned a little, stroking him faster.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, moving his fingers more rapidly within me, and then started running his tongue along my clitoris. It felt absolutely stunning. I couldn’t believe how great it was! Then a couple moments later, Mikey said, “Oh… Kathy, I’m gonna cum soon…”

I kept stroking his penis, wondering what would happen next. I had my answer moments later, as Mikey moaned loudly, and several streams of white fluid splashed out onto my leg and hand.

Panting a little, Mikey collapsed slightly, two fingers still inside my vagina, and then looked up at me from between my legs. “Wow…”

I giggled. “Glad you liked it.”

“Did you cum?”

“Me? No.”

Saying nothing further, my twin brother bowed his head and resumed licking all over my clitoris while he fingered me. It was really incredible and now that I knew he was trying to get me off, I just closed my eyes and let it happen. It didn’t take long, either. Only a minute or two went by before the pleasure of orgasm washed over my naked young body.

Once we were both done cumming laid there on the ground for a bit. Then Mikey said, “I gotta clean off.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I was aware of his sperm on my hand and leg.

There were a couple wet-naps inside the survival kit. We used those to clean up, and then grabbed a couple snacks. The entire time we were still nude. It was warm enough inside the tent that we weren’t cold, plus, well, we liked to see each other naked.

After a bit, as it began to grow darker outside, we decided it was time to sleep. Neither of us talked about sleeping naked, we simply got into the sleeping bag nude and turned off the lamp.

There was some light coming in from outside the tent. The Moon had come out, I guessed, and was bright in the sky. It was enough light to see Mikey’s face close to mine. He reached out and placed a hand on my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Kathy,” he whispered.

“You, too…”

He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine as his hand moved down to cup one of my breasts.

“I want to make love to you,” my twin brother whispered.

“I want that, too,” I replied, kissing him gently.

“Roll onto your back.”

“Ok.” I rolled over and spread my legs.

Mikey got between them, kissing first my breasts and then my mouth as he settled down on top of me. He then reached down between our bodies and began poking his penis against me, obviously trying to get inside me. He wasn’t aiming quite right, though.

Reaching down myself, I took my brother’s penis in my hand and lined him up, the tip pressing slightly into me.

“There,” I whispered.

“Ok.”

Mikey looked into my eyes and I felt him push with his hips. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then there was an odd pressure between my legs. Then I began to experience the most amazing sensation of my life as, slowly but surely, my twin brother’s fourteen-year-old virgin penis began to slide down into my fourteen-year-old-virgin vagina. It seemed very slow at first, but then he moved back and forth a little and was all the way inside me.

There were no easy words to describe how I was feeling. Sure, physically it was incredible, but more than that there was an emotional bond there. I honestly felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. Of course, this was at least in part due to the fact that part of him was now inside me.

I was also surprised it didn’t hurt at all. I felt pressure, but no pain. I’d heard it usually hurt the first time a girl had sex, but not in my case. Not that I was complaining, I was just surprised.

I looked up at my brother’s face, which was a mask of pure pleasure. I still couldn’t really believe we were making love, but we were, and so far I had no regrets at all about that.

“Oh, Kathy,” Mikey whispered. “Oh, this feels wonderful…”

“Yeah…” I whispered back, putting my arms around my twin brother’s nude body.

Giggling a little, Mikey said, “I guess we’re not bored, now…”

“No…”

Mikey pulled back with his hips and pushed forward, his penis moving inside my vagina. “Does that feel ok?” he asked.

“Oh, yes…”

Mikey moved back and forth again. “Oh, god, this is nice… we should’ve done this a long time ago…”

“Yeah…”

Mikey began moving with a steady rhythm now. Each thrust of his penis into me felt like a glimpse into heaven, especially when he pressed up against my clitoris. I let out a little moan of delight and move my hands on my twin brother’s muscular ass, feeling it move under my hands as he fucked me.

The pleasure between my legs began to build as Mikey started moving faster and faster. I didn’t think I was likely to have an orgasm, but if I didn’t, I was certainly going to end up being very close.

Then Mikey’s thrusts into me got very fast. Suddenly he let out a loud moan and pushed hard against me, holding himself steady. From my own experience, I knew my brother was having an orgasm, and I felt his penis begin to pulse inside me as his sperm was released into my vagina.

Breathing hard, Mikey gave a couple last thrusts, and then stopped, holding his slightly sweaty nude body above mine, his penis still stiff inside my vagina.

“Wow,” Mikey managed to say after a bit.

“Yeah…”

“That was… amazing.”

“Yeah, it was.” I hugged him tight.

He hugged me back and then laughed a little. “This is much better than playing cards.”

I laughed back. “Yeah!”

Mikey looked down at me. “So… this was ok to do, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we are brother and sister, so…”

“Yeah, it is incest, huh?”

“Yeah.”

I thought about it for a few seconds. “Well… it’s too late now. Besides, it feels good, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mikey moved his hips, his penis sliding around within me. “It’s real nice.”

“Yeah…”

Mikey moved a little more. “Can I keep going?”

I smiled up at my naked, sweaty twin brother, savoring the sensation of his penis all way deep inside my vagina. “I’ll kill you if you stop.”

Mikey giggled and began fucking a little faster. It felt mind-bogglingly incredible. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight; enjoying the sensations his body was giving mine.

Our second bit of intercourse lasted a little longer than our first, though not by much. I guessed it was probably about five minutes before Mikey’s sperm shot into me once more. The best part, though, was that just before he did that, I had my orgasm, with my vagina clutching hard at my brother’s thrusting penis.

This time after he was done cumming, Mikey slowly slid his penis out of my vagina, and then lay down on the ground next to me, both of us breathing hard.

“Wow,” he managed to say after a few moments.

“Yeah.” I leaned over and hugged him. ”That was nice, Mikey.”

“Yeah.” He hugged me back, holding me tight. Then he said, “We should probably get to sleep.”

“Ok.” I gave him a little kiss and rolled over onto my side. Moments later I felt him wrapping his body around mine and then I slowly drifted off into the haze of sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I felt happier and safer than I’d felt since before we’d gotten onto the plane. I was lying on my back, and turning my head I saw Mikey laying on his side, facing away from me. I smiled, thinking about everything he and I had done last night. It had been so wonderful. It made this whole experience worthwhile.

I turned over and snuggled up next to my brother, savoring the heat from his nude body against mine. It was nice and comforting to be like this with him, I thought. I wondered how I would’ve survived without him.

While Mikey slept, I let one of my hands circle around to the front of his body. I found his penis and wrapped my hand around it. Not surprisingly, he was already erect. That was nice. It would save time.

I started stroking him slowly, thinking to myself how strange it was that I’d so easily accepted this new aspect of my relationship with Mikey. Part of it was simply that it felt very good, but there was also the fact that, well, I didn’t know if we were going to live through all this. Having sex with Mikey was, if nothing else, a distraction from reality.

I kept masturbating my brother for about a minute or so before he twitched and woke up. He turned his head, looking a little confused, and then smiled at me.

“Well… good morning.”

“Good morning.” I kissed him on the nose.

“Heh…” Turning over onto his back, he stretched a little. “You sure know how to wake a guy up.”

“Glad you like it,” I replied, continuing to slowly stroke his penis.

Reaching over to cup one of my breasts, Mikey said, “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this stuff. I almost thought it was a dream last night.”

“It was,” I said with a smile. “But it’s the kind of dream that’s true.”

Mikey giggled. “Yeah… it’s so cool that we’re not virgins.”

“That’s true,” I said, pulling the sleeping bag back to expose our nude bodies. “Virgins don’t get to do this,” I continued, straddling my brother’s waist and lowering my vagina down onto his penis.

“Yeah…” Mikey whispered. “Wow, incest rocks…”

I laughed and, “Hell, yeah,” then began moving up and down on my brother’s penis. Having him inside me felt so right, and so good.

My twin brother reached up with one hand and placed it on my hip, and the other hand on one of my breasts, cupping it and rubbing the nipple as I rode him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bliss of multiple forms of stimulation.

This time Mikey was inside me for longer than he had been total for our first two times. It was nearly five minutes before he shot his sperm into my vagina. I wish I could say my own orgasm followed right after, but that wasn’t the case. I didn’t have one this time. Oh, well. Mikey did, and that was what mattered.

Once we were done with our first fuck of the morning, my brother and I got dressed and headed out of the tent. It was above freezing, though probably not by too much. It was enough that the snow was melting, though, which was good, cause probably about a foot or so had fallen overnight.

We spent the next hour or so clearing a path to the fire pit, then getting all the snow out of it. Thankfully, we had some dry firewood we’d put under some branches. It had some snow on it, but not much, and it wasn’t too much longer before we had a nice fire going. We used that to cook up some of the fish we’d set aside after our fishing expedition. The cold had kept it nice and fresh.

Once we had some food in us, we got everything together and went out to try and catch some more fish. We figured we could never have too much food set aside.

As we walked, we talked. We talked about all sorts of things, but not, interestingly, about the sex we’d been having. I wondered why. I mean, it wasn’t something I was really feeling pressure to talk about, but still.

When we got down to the river, we started doing our best to catch some fish. We didn’t know if the cold would keep them away or drive them closer or what, but we figured we’d find out soon.

We fished in silence at first, but after about ten minutes Mikey said, “Hey, Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking about something.”

“What?”

Looking down into the water, Mikey said, “What if you get pregnant?”

I didn’t say anything for about a minute or two. Then I said, “Well… if I do, I do, that’s all. I certainly don’t want to stop having sex.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t WANT to have a baby, but if you get me pregnant, well, then you do. If I do have to have a baby, having one with you would be nice.”

Mike grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He took a step closer. “You wanna go try and make one now?”

I was caught between arousal and the need to catch some fish. Oh, well, I thought. We could fish later. I took my brother’s hand and went with him back to the tent, where we spent the next couple hours trying to make a baby.

* * *

Very slowly a month went by.

Mikey and I spent a lot of time fishing and occasionally hunting, catching nothing but rabbits, though we did spot a couple deer. We did this in addition to collecting firewood and waiting for rescue.

Of course we also spent lots of time with my brother’s penis inside my vagina, quickly losing track of how many times we made love, but enjoying every second of it.

We figured it was pretty likely by now that I was pregnant. If I wasn’t, it sure wasn’t from a lack of trying. We had sex at least five or six times a day. We talked often now about the idea of having a baby and what we’d name it and such. It was a distraction, if nothing else.

The closer we got to the one-month mark, the more we started talking about leaving, and trying to get out of here. We figured if we followed the river, it wouldn’t be too long before we’d either reach the ocean, or a town, or something. It wouldn’t be an easy trek, but it hopefully wouldn’t be too bad. We talked about it, but we never seemed to actually get around to doing it.

Then one day in the middle of our sixth week, something major happened that finally motivated us.

It was a sunny and comparatively warm day. Mikey and I were outside, enjoying the weather. It was one of those perfectly clear days that you sometimes get up in the mountains.

We were also completely nude and spreading out the sleeping bag on the ground. We’d taken it out to a small meadow because we’d wanted to see what sex outdoors would be like. It wasn’t really THAT warm, but the sun felt good on our nude bodies and we figured that we’d warm up pretty quickly.

We laid side-by-side on the blanket, Mikey cupping one of my beasts as we began kissing.

“You are so pretty,” he said to me.

I giggled and reached down to stroke my brother’s penis. “You’re pretty fuckin’ hot, and pretty hot when fuckin’.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, not as hot as you.”

“True.”

Mikey kissed a path down my body, and once his face was between my legs he stuck out his tongue and began licking my vagina and clitoris. I smiled softly and stared up at the clear blue sky. If this wasn’t heaven, I thought, we could at least see it from here.

I moved my body around to bring my face level with my brother’s penis and took it into my mouth. We didn’t sixty-nine like this too often, and I didn’t know entirely why. It was certainly a lot of fun! We spent a few minutes doing this. Not enough to even get us close to orgasms, though it felt very good.

After a couple minutes of giving each other oral pleasure, Mikey turned back around, got on top of me, and slowly sank his penis down into may vagina. I watched his face as he penetrated me; still blown away by how sexy he looked when he was inside me.

As Mikey began to fuck me, I moved my hands back to their usual resting place on his firm, smooth ass. I still loved the feeling of the muscles moving under the skin while we screwed.

It soon became clear that this was going to be one of those times when I’d have an orgasm during sex. The site of my brother’s beautiful nude body on top of mine and the warmth of the sunlight streaming down upon us in our incestuous coupling combined to push me over the edge; my vagina contracting sharply around Mikey’s thrusting penis as waves of pleasure swept through my teenage body.

Almost as soon as my orgasm was over with, Mikey started his, firing yet another blast of sperm into me. I wondered how many times he had done that so far. I’d lost track after the first day or two, but it never stopped being a wonderful experience.

I also found myself wondering Mikey’s sperm was going to wind up doing what it was supposed to. I’d had a couple periods since we’d gotten here, so I wasn’t pregnant yet, but if we kept up like this, I likely would be soon.

Once was he done cumming, Mikey kissed me a few times, then slid out, lying next to me on the sleeping bag.

“That was nice,” he said, a little out of breath.

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile.

He sat up. “I’m gonna go clean up. Be right back.”

“Ok.”

I watched Mikey’s butt as he walked away, my mind drifting happily on the post orgasmic ocean. I was almost beginning to hope he and I would never get rescued. We could just stay up here; raise our family, live off the land… I knew it was a silly thought, but I couldn’t help it.

I sat up suddenly. Something didn’t feel right. There was a very strange smell in the air. I didn’t know what it was, but it smelled weird. Still naked, I stood up and moved slowly out of the trees towards the river. What I saw made my heart skip a beat.

There was Mikey, naked and rubbing some water on himself and there, outside his field of vision, was a rather big bear, moving along the river in his direction.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered. “Mikey… Mikey, turn around… see the bear…” I didn’t want to shout at him or anything and maybe scare the bear.

Then I remembered the rifle. We’d brought it with us, of course. We took it whenever we left the campsite. We never knew when we might find a rabbit to shoot and have something other than fish for dinner.

Moving quickly I ran over and grabbed the rifle. Just as I picked it up, I head Mikey scream and the bear roar. I ran out of the trees as fast as I could, ready to open fire.

Mikey had, of course, seen the bear. It wasn’t too far away from him at this point. He was running, but it was running faster. As I aimed, the bear took a swipe with one of it’s paws, knocking Mikey down. That at least gave me a clear shot, and I fired, hitting the bear square in the head. It blinked a little and looked confused. I fired twice more, and the bear let out a little sigh, and then dropped to the ground.

In a panic, I ran to Mikey. I took a moment to shoot the bear in the head one more time, just to make sure, and then looked at my twin brother. At first I thought he might be dead. His entire back was covered in blood, but then he moaned a little.

“Mikey!” I dropped down, forcing myself to look. There were three deep cuts on Mikey’s back.

“Cathy?” he whispered.

“Shush… don’t move. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”

“It hurts…”

“Don’t move,” I repeated. I got to my feet and ran, full speed, back to the campsite. Once I got there I grabbed the first-aid kit and sprinted back to Mikey. I wasn’t gone more than ten minutes, but I knew that could be a long time in a situation like this.

“Mikey?” I said once I got back. He whimpered a little.

“I thought you weren’t… weren’t coming back…”

“You should know better,” I said with a smile, despite the situation.

I cleaned off the blood. The cuts weren’t too deep, but they were going to need stitches. I poured some rubbing alcohol into the wounds, wincing as Mikey whimpered in pain. Then, taking a deep breath, I got out the stitching needle and thread and started in.

It took me a good twenty minutes to get all three cuts stitched. It wasn’t pretty, but it would do. Then I poured some more alcohol into the cuts and slapped some bandages over them.

“You still with me, Mikey?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled. “I feel cold, though…”

Blood loss, I thought. “Don’t move, ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Ok…”

I washed off my hands, and then went to fetch the sleeping bag. Once I had it, I went back to the campsite. I put the bag in the tent, and then grabbed some food. With that I walked back to where Mikey was laying on the grass.

“Still awake?” I asked in lieu of asking if he was still alive.

“Yeah…” he whispered, sounding very weak.

“Here.” I crouched down. “Eat.”

I put some fish into Mikey’s mouth. He chewed and swallowed it. I fed him some more, until he’d eaten an entire fish. I also made sure he had some water.

“Ok… you think you can move?”

“I think so,” he said.

“Ok. Let me help you stand up.”

I helped Mikey to his feet and, rather unsteadily, we made our way, still totally naked, back to the campsite. As soon as we were there, I put Mikey face down on the sleeping bag.

“Now don’t turn over, ok?”

“I won’t… Thanks, Cathy… I feel a lot better now.”

“Good. You gonna be alright if I leave you for, say, an hour or so?”

“I think so… why?”

Grinning, I said, “Cause I’m going to get us some bear meat for dinner tonight.”

It turned out getting any real meat off the bear’s body wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be. I did manage to get some good sized chunks, though. Then, with some REAL effort, I managed to push what was left of the bear into the river. I hoped it would get carried downstream. I didn’t want to have to deal with scavengers coming around looking for a feast.

The bear meat also proved to be very, very gamy once I cooked it, but both Mikey and I ate it with smiles on our faces. We’d survived the encounter. The bear hadn’t. That was all that really mattered.

Though some ketchup would’ve been nice.

* * *

For three days, Mikey didn’t move around too much. I was worried an infection was going to set in, and he was running a pretty high fever, but it passed after a bit. I made sure he had plenty of aspirin, which I knew would not only act as a painkiller but would also keep the fever at bay as much as possible.

By the seventh day after the attack, Mikey was sitting up and talking and seemed pretty much back to his normal self. On the ninth day he proved how back to normal he was by fucking me four times.

Two weeks after the attack, and Mikey and I were facing some serious choices. It was mid-May now. Clearly the weather was good enough that we could, perhaps, start to hike out of here. We figured if we followed the river we would, one way or another, end up getting to safety.

We made up our mind that we’d spend the day gathering as much food as we could, then tomorrow morning we’d pack up the campsite and head out.

The next morning we got up, reluctantly skipped sex, and packed up everything. We had a quick breakfast, which finished off the last of the food from the survival kit, and then we left a note inside of the wreckage of the airplane, saying that we were following the river downstream. Then, that done, we began to walk.

It was interesting how much Mikey and I had changed since we’d been here, I thought to myself as we hiked along the river. When we’d gotten here, he’d had a small amount of baby-fat, which was now a fading memory. We’d both gotten a little more serious about things, too. And of course there was also the sex. There was ALWAYS the sex.

We spent about a week walking steadily downward along the river. Each night we’d make camp, make dinner and make love. In the mornings, we’d fuck before we got out of the tent, and then catch some fish before packing up and heading out again. It was a nice little routine.

On the ninth day of our hike, during which we finally passed the snow line, we came to a large lake. After some discussion, we decided to walk around the lake completely to see if the river led out of it. It seemed likely it would.

Then our plans changed abruptly.

After about an hour or so of walking, we spotted a small dock on the far end of the lake. We fairly ran towards it, and were only slightly disappointed to see there wasn’t a boat there. At least it was some sign of civilization, though, as was the small path leading away from the dock. We followed it and after only a couple minutes found ourselves standing in front of a small cabin.

Clearly it was a hunting cabin. The door wasn’t locked and we let ourselves in. It was obvious no one had been here since probably last year. It was clean, and everything was nicely arranged. There wasn’t a lot inside; just a bed, a propane cook stove, a small bookshelf with some books, and little else. It did, however, sport a bathroom with a toilet and a shower. There was even a propane tank on the side of the cabin. Mikey and I both smiled at each other, clearly looking forward to showers, hot meals and a warm bed.

“I wonder who owns this place,” I said as we looked around.

Mikey shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’ll be up here pretty soon.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

Mikey pointed to a small American flag that sat on the bookshelf. “He’s probably American. He’ll be up here for Memorial Day weekend. That’s not too far off. At the longest, we’ll just have to wait until then.”

“Why do you assume he’ll be here then?”

“Cause it’s a long weekend and the kind of guy that owns a place like this will come up here for it.”

“Hmmm… maybe.”

“Trust me.” Mikey put an arm around my waist. “He’ll be up here then or at some other point not long after that. We don’t have too long to wait before we’re back home.”

“Yeah.” I sat down.

“Something wrong?”

I shrugged. “Well… it’s just that…” I thought for a moment. “Well, look, I want to be rescued, of course, and go back home and stuff… it’s just that I don’t want to stop doing what we’re doing.”

“Oh.” Mikey sat down next to me and kissed me. “Don’t worry. We won’t stop. I promise.”

I snuggled up to him. “Yeah, but what if people try to make us stop?”

Mikey shrugged. “They can’t watch us 24/7.”

“Yeah, there is that,” I conceded. I kissed him. He kissed me. This lead to about five hours of almost non-stop sex. Our first time ever doing it in a bed.

Over the next few days we lived in the cabin, just relaxing and enjoying the space. We still went fishing each morning, cause we had to have food, but we were a lot more optimistic about everything.

Mikey’s prediction about the cabin owner returning for Memorial Day Weekend ended up being exactly correct. We were just settling down to sleep on the Friday night of the weekend when we heard the sound of a plane. Throwing on our clothes we ran outside and saw a float plane landing in the lake. It taxied towards us, giving us a great look at the extremely surprised face on the pilot as he saw us waving to him.

His name was Stan Grossman, and he was a businessman down in Arizona. We told him who we were and what had happened to us, leaving out the sex part. He used his radio to notify the authorities that we were there, and arrangements were made to pick us up the next morning. That night we spent our last night in the mountains, sleeping on the floor in the sleeping bag.

By noon the next day, the Royal Canadian Air Force had picked us up and flown us out by helicopter. They took us to a nearby air base, where we were both given full medical exams. The physician raised an eyebrow when I asked for a pregnancy test, but didn’t comment. The test was negative.

Mikey was also pronounced fit. The doctors removed the stitching I’d put in and gave him some special skin treatments to reduce any scarring. When I saw him afterwards, he looked strange to me. It took me a few moments to realize that he was, for the first time in months, wearing new clothes.

We then got flown out to Prince Rupert, and by four in the afternoon we were in our parents arms. A press conference was held, and we got lots of praise in the media for keeping ourselves alive. I found myself wondering how the media would have reacted if they knew how we’d kept ourselves from being bored.

That night Mikey and I slept in our own warm, comfy, soft beds. No more sleeping on the ground. No more sleeping in a sleeping bag. No more… I sighed… no more sleeping together.

Then I heard a faint knock on the door and Mikey came in. He was wearing only boxers, which he soon ditched. There were no words. We didn’t need the words. We had each other.

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. No witty comment this time! Too sleepy… deal! 🙂

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