Chapter 8
It was only natural that the two would eventually gravitate toward one another. After all, one was the son who saw affections which should have been meant for him directed toward another. The second was the lover who suspected, each time Tyler grunted his climax, the man had been imagining himself locked in torrid embrace with his own son.
Their eyes had met and locked one afternoon as Terry stood with his grandfather at the edge of the swimming pool, watching Jamie swim to another victory. Jamie had pushed himself free of the water to hear W.J.'s congratulations and met Terry's gaze. Jamie had gone to the shower and waited. He'd actually expected Terry then. When, after a while, it became apparent Jamie had been mistaken about Terry's arrival, he had showered and dressed. He walked out onto the porch. There were other events going on around the area, but Jamie wasn't involved in any more of them for the rest of the day. He easily picked out W.J. over by the pole vault, but Terry was no longer with him.
Terry had left his grandfather when Jamie had gone to the lockers. He had thought of drifting back into the shower room, but he had decided not to. He had no qualms about seeing Jamie stark naked, actually would have enjoyed the spectacle, but he wanted a bit more privacy. He crossed the competition field and leaned against a tree on the edge of the forest, pretending to concentrate on the activities but actually waiting for Jamie to reappear. When he saw him emerge from the lodge, Terry waited until he was sure Jamie had seen him and then slipped into the underbrush. Through an interlacing weave of dried bushes, Terry saw Jamie casually leave the porch to follow him. Within minutes, the two met on a small path, turning to walk on it by mutual consent. Now that they'd gotten together, they really didn't know what to say to each other, so neither momentarily said anything. They walked for a considerable distance in silence.
"You swim?" Jamie asked finally.
"Not as well as you," Terry answered. "I saw you today, and you're good, really good. Even Grandfather said so."
"I mean, there's a swimmin' hole up here I found when I first got here. It catches the afternoon sun. Oughta be great 'bout now."
"Okay," Terry agreed.
After a while, the path forked, and Jamie led the way along the correct one. He eventually left the path completely and climbed a small rise. Terry could hear the rush of running water.
"Watch it," Jamie instructed. "It's kinda steep." They climbed down a sharp embankment and into the sun. A small waterfall splattered its spray on tile rocks, and there was a small pool a little distance away. Jamie began immediately to strip off his clothes and soon entered the water. It was ice cold -- not like the heated pool at the lodge.
Shortly Terry joined him. The two swam silently for a few minutes and then climbed out on the warm slab of rock to dry. Jamie sat by the edge of the pool, his feet dangling into the water, and Terry pressed his cock into the stone beneath his belly, propping his chin on his forearm.
"I met him on the way here," Jamie said finally. "I was hitchin', an' he stopped to gimme a lift."
"Who?" Terry asked, and the question was so superfluous, Jamie didn't even bother answering it.
And that was the beginning. Where it had been Jamie who had begun the conversation, it was Terry who ended up talking the most. He took Jamie back to his childhood and up through adolescence, mentioning many of the good times. He talked about things he'd never talked about with anybody before -- not secret things but just shared moments. Terry had really had few close friends in his life, and even Jamie was hardly a friend. Yet Jamie was in the right place at the right time. He was willing to listen, and Terry did want to talk. And it helped that they were both naked. That seemed to break down all barriers which might have existed between them.
Terry never mentioned his day on the lawn when his father had kissed him and then run guiltily after his wife who had witnessed the blatant sexual display; Jamie never mentioned the fact that he and Tyler had fucked in the settling dust of the speeding car and then later in a motel room.
"You're close to my father," Terry said eventually. His back had dried, and he sat up now to let the sun get to the rest of his body. "That makes me a little jealous, since he doesn't even seem to know I exist." There was an unmistakable edge of bitterness which he was unable to keep out of his voice.
"If you think he don't know you exist, then you're a first-grade asshole," Jamie said.
"Did he ever say anything about me to you?" Terry asked. He was afraid once he'd asked the question, afraid that Tyler had never said anything about him.
"Christ, one of the first things he ever said to me was that I was young enough to be his son," Jamie said. "He told me a coupla times how much I remind him of you."
"Funny," Terry said. "The one day I saw him at the lodge, he didn't say half a dozen words to me."
"Your father's scared shitless," Jamie said, wondering how far he should go, how much he should say. A lot of it, after all, was only his own thoughts on the subject. He could have been all wrong. Still, he didn't think so.
"Dad? Scared shitless?" Terry asked unbelieving.
"You're scared he don't love you at all. He's scared he loves you too fuckin' much."
Terry waited for further elucidation, but it wasn't forthcoming. Jamie had decided to commit himself no further.
"Don't ask me to explain that," Jamie said finally. "I don't know if I could without tellin' you somethin' 'bout your father that ain't for me to say."
"You mean about his not liking girls?" Terry asked. It was the first direct reference either of them had made to Tyler and sex.
"You know that?" Jamie asked. For some strange reason, Jamie had suspected Terry would be completely ignorant of that sexual aspect of his father's life.
"People talk," Terry said. He wrapped his arms around his bent legs, put his chin in the groove between his two knees. "I listen."
"It upset you if it was true?" Jamie asked.
"It is true, then?"
Jamie kicked his feet in the water, reached his right hand into the pool and cupped some of the liquid which he then ladled over his chest.
"You better ask him that," Jamie said eventually.
"I don't have to ask him," Terry answered. "I've known the truth for a long time. The only effect my knowing has had on me was that it made me jealous. When I found out my uncle had been in bed with my father, I could have killed my uncle -- not because he'd done it but because I hadn't."
"You really feel that way?" Jamie asked. He was beginning to see why Tyler was running scared. If Jamie had been old enough to have had a kid like Terry, he would have been hard-pressed to keep his hands off him no matter what the social taboos.
"That's sick, isn't it?" Terry asked. He spoke as if Jamie's answer, whether affirmative or negative, would be the last word needed to convince him one way or the other.
Jamie shrugged. He might have answered yes at one time in his life -- before Greg. Not now. Maybe it was because he personally found exceedingly exciting the conjured pictures of Tyler's muscular maleness entwined with his son's cool, blond beauty. Jamie was embarrassed that he was beginning to get a hard-on.
"Wouldya really do it?" Jamie asked out of pure curiosity. "I mean if he wanted to, wouldya? 'Cause if the answer's yes, you oughta see why the fuck your father's runnin' scared."
"I don't understand."
"No? Think about it, man. If, when he's with me, he's talkin' about you all the time, but with you he don't say over six words, don't that tell you somethin'?"
"You're suggesting..."
"I ain't suggestin' nothing."
But what if he were suggesting what Terry thought he was? Then, what a fucking waste of five years. What a damned fucking waste! But how could Tyler have known how Terry had felt about him? How could he have known that Terry had spent the past years jacking off and sucking himself off while thinking of his father? The point was, Tyler hadn't known. None of that had been written on Terry's forehead during the few brief encounters he'd had with his father since the divorce. And Tyler was afraid of corrupting his own son. That was why Tyler had been avoiding his blond, blue-eyed little boy who wasn't so little any more. The man was still feeling guilty about those stirrings in his loins back on that hot summer day when the two of them had rolled on the grass together. Incest -- that was what society called it. What kind of a father was it who could get turned on by his own son? The thought that it was incest he was imagining every time Terry pumped his cock or sucked it off hadn't stopped the boy's fantasizing. Terry had rationalized the incestuous implications in his mind. After all, what he did was fantasy, not actually reality. But had Tyler been able to so easily rationalize what it meant to sexually desire his own son when he knew it would have been so easy to make it reality with the pure strength of his muscle, never dreaming his desire might have been reciprocal? Maybe it was time Tyler stopped running.
"I know what you're thinkin'," Jamie said, interrupting Terry's line of thought.
"Do you?"
"I can read it on your face, man. You're thinkin', 'If I want it, an' he wants it, what's the harm an' who's gonna stop us?' But you think you can really handle it?"
"What's to handle?"
"That scares me," Jamie said. "I like your father a lot. I don't want you to screw up his head any more 'n it already is."
"You think our going to bed will make things worse instead of better?"
"You ever done anythin', kid?" Jamie asked, feeling very much older at that minute in his life.
"Done any what?"
"Done it. It. Gone to bed with another man."
"Why?"
"'Cause if you ain't, an' then you go to bed with your father an' panic, you're gonna fuck both of you up. How you gonna cope with incest when you ain't even sure if you can groove with gay sex?"
"What makes you think I haven't done anything?"
"'Cause you woulda said so right off. You told me about wantin' to go to bed with your father, about how to arrange it. Why not tell me 'bout a plain old suck or fuck with another guy unless you never done nothin'? An', baby, gettin' it on ain't always like you think it's gonna be."
"I'll handle it," Terry said with confidence.
"Prove it!" Jamie said. He pulled his legs out of the water and stood up. When he faced Jamie, his cock was a hard mass jutting upward from his bagged balls to his navel. He walked to Terry, the latter not doing anything but looking up at him.
"You think I can't handle that?" Terry asked, his hand cruising up and down the back of Jamie's leg. Terry sounded calm enough, but he sure as hell wasn't calm inside.
"If you can't handle this one, you sure as fuck won't be able to take care of your old man's," Jamie said, his right hand wiggling his cock back and forth in front of him like a metronome. "His dick's a lot bigger'n mine."
"You've made it with my father, haven't you?" Terry asked. The idea didn't turn him off. Quite the opposite. Terry was excited that he would soon be doing with Jamie's cock some of the thing his father had done with it. He didn't know if the other boy had noticed, but Terry's cock was almost as hard as Jamie's.
"A coupla times, yeah," Jamie admitted. This was the first time he'd had sex with both a father and the man's son. He had a feeling it was going to be an experience to be remembered.
"And you're going to show me how it's done? How I can please my father once I get him naked in bed?"
"I can fry."
"Kind of young to be playing teacher, aren't you?" Terry asked, his hand climbing up as far as Jamie's balls. The nuts he found were a handful, the loose flesh warm against Terry's fingers. It was the first time he'd ever had hold of another man's balls. His hand lingered, reluctant to pull free.
"I learned a helluva lot in the neighborhood I grew up in," Jamie asked. "Your old man didn't believe that at first, but he fuckin' well did in the end."
"What first, teacher?"
"First I'm gonna fuck your ass," Jamie said. "Alter that, when I got your butthole filled up with my hot spunk, I might let you see bow it's like up my ass. Your father says I got one of the tightest little butts he's ever screwed. Think you might wanna put your hard cock up a pit that's been fucked royal by your old man?"
"I'd sure as hell like to give it a try," Terry said.
"Get up," Jamie said, watching Terry's body uncoil and come to a standing position.
"And from here?"
"We'll find some place more comfortable," Jamie said. "I wanta go easy on you the first time. If it's good the first time, you'll be lookin' for a second an' a third time around. But before we go lookin' for a spot -- you ever got really kissed by another guy?"
"Sure. By my grandfather." Terry could have told Jamie about that other kiss, that one from his father, but that was somehow still too much of a private memory.
"Well, I ain't your granddaddy, stud," Jamie said, taking Terry in his arms.
And Terry didn't need the first kiss to tell him that much. Terry had known from the minute Jamie had stripped for the swim that this boy was nothing like his grandfather. Terry had seen W.J. Franklander's cock once. It was small and puffy and hidden beneath an overhang of gray-haired belly. Now, Jamie's cock wasn't small but large. It wasn't puffy but hard. It wasn't hidden but plainly visible as it reared its fist-sized knob upward and drooled its mess of pre-cum. Terry certainly wouldn't have been turned on by W.J. Franklander's cock as he was by this one.
The kiss was highly reminiscent of the one Terry had received from his father that day so long ago, muted only in that Terry now knew enough about his own sexuality and sex in general that none of it was as new as it had been that first time. Still, Terry had to admit that there was an infinite degree of pleasure to be had in the kiss, pleasure that was supplemented by the unique experience of having another boy's naked flesh pressed so tightly into his own.
Terry's mouth was opened by the pressure of Jamie's experienced lips. Jamie's tongue found the resulting breach and delved for the succulent warmth of Terry's spit. Against his chest, Jamie was aware of the softness of Terry's flesh, of the hardness of Terry's nipples, of the turgidness of Terry's cock aligned against his own cock between their mated bellies.
Terry's tongue began to move, the boy catching on quickly. The tip of his tongue wiped the smooth enamel of Jamie's teeth, slid along the boy's gums, battled with the sensuous slipperiness of Jamie's tongue.
It was a long kiss, a deep kiss, a kiss that left both boys faintly breathless when it came to its eventual finish.
"Somethin' tells me you ain't gonna need much teachin'," Jamie said, his hand gliding down the curve of Terry's back and resting on the swell of the boy's buns.
They didn't have to go far to find a place convenient for the sex they had in mind. The first time Jamie had discovered the rather idyllic setting, he had scouted it for a spot. He'd never dreamed at the time that it would be Tyler's son he would be bringing here, but he could certainly be glad now that it was.
The stones were covered with a thick, green moss that was pleasantly cool against Terry's naked flesh as he obliged Jamie by rolling his belly into it. Terry's hard cock pressed an indent into the sponginess, and the rest of Terry's body found the moss adjusting to his contours. Terry was actually quite comfortable as he felt Jamie's hands easing his thighs apart to kneel between them.
Jamie was excited, there was no doubt about that. He ran his fingers gently along the back of Terry's left thigh, coasting it upward to the solid curve of the boy's ass. Jamie's cock was a powerful mass of meat, uplifted between his hairless thighs. His balls drooped so low that they pooled in a flaccid mass of skin upon the moss. The boy milked his cock for its pre-cum, deciding the copious fluids that oozed free of his cum-slit wouldn't be enough for the entrance of his cock up a virgin ass.
Terry waited, rather apprehensive. He'd had things up his ass before in preparation for the butt-fuck he knew he'd one day be getting -- a finger, a carrot, a small cucumber -- but he'd underestimated the size of the first cock that would fuck him. Jamie's cock had all those other inanimate tools beat all to slit. And Jamie had said Tyler's cock was even bigger. Terry tried to imagine that. The bulge at his father's crotch that day on the lawn had seemed giant-sized, but Jamie's dick was certainly the biggest Terry had ever seen this side of his own.
Jamie spit in his hands to give him more juices to rub into the neck and head of his cock. He spit again, coating his rod with a thick veneering of saliva and love juices, each time wiping the excess off his fingers and into the crease of Terry's ass.
Finally, Jamie moved into position, scooting forward so that his cock, when it was pried down from his belly, dived its head into the crease of Terry's butt and centered on the tightly closed bung.
"If it starts hurtin', tell me," Jamie said. "This ain't suppose to hurt all that much, so if it's gettin' bad for you, don't be a hero. Your asshole's gonna hafta do some stretchin', but if we take it slow, it's gonna do it. Ready?"
Jamie leaned forward, the head of his cock pressing for an entrance. He increased the pressure behind the placement of his cock, aware the second Terry's asshole began to yawn to accept the beginning of what Jamie planned to feed it.
Terry told himself to relax, remembered how much easier it was to plug his butt with his fuck-finger when his asshole wasn't all tensed up. Still, a finger wasn't a cock like Jamie's, and it was a hell of a lot easier for a butt to accept something as small as a finger than it was for it to accept the sausage-sized dimensions of Jamie's cock.
Beneath his belly, Terry felt his own dick leak another oozing of pre-cum which beaded on the moss just prior to its smearing on his stomach.
If this was a first for Terry, it was also another first for Jamie. Not counting Jamie's never having fucked a father and son combination before, he couldn't ever remember a time he'd fucked a virgin ass. Oh, he'd plugged plenty of butt before, but they'd always seemed to have made way for someone else's cock before Jamie had gotten to them. It was hard to find virgin ass in Jamie's neighborhood. Usually, too soon, a youngster's asshole was claimed by some bigger stud who forced his way into it. Jamie could have thanked his lucky stars that Greg and Blane had been around to make sure Jamie's ass would be given up only when Jamie wanted. Very few kids in the slums had had that prerogative.
The cockhead slipped securely into the slot that finally opened for it. No sooner had the sphincter opened, however, accepting the knob of Jamie's cock, than it seemed to clamp shut with a vengeance. The ovaling of Terry's asshole vised hard against that part of the cockshaft that formed the groove beneath the flaring of the knob. The exerted pressure was so intense that, far a brief second, Jamie thought one of two things was going to happen. Either his cockhead was going to be torn from its thick neck, or he was going to lose his hard-on. As it turned out, neither happened.
Terry, not knowing how he was going to continue even accommodating this much of Jamie's cock, gave an involuntary jerk that didn't eject Jamie's cock but actually succeeded in bucking the butt upward to take even more prick.
"Christ!" Terry groaned, despite all attempts made by him not to.
Jamie fell to cover Terry's prone body, being careful to keep his hips elevated so that he wasn't driving any more of his cock up the butt than was already there. Jamie's arms collapsed, placing his elbows and forearms into the moss on either side of Terry's shoulders.
"Easy, man," Jamie said, his voice low, his mouth close to Terry's ear. He lifted to pull a fraction of his cock out of Jamie's butt. "Just try an relax."
Christ, Terry was trying, but it was different taking a hard cock belonging to someone than it was taking whatever things Terry had found in the past to jam up his ass. Jamie had certainly been right when he'd said there was a difference between fantasizing and reality. Terry was glad he was getting fucked by Jamie before he crawled into bed with his own father. When Tyler's fat cock came jabbing into Terry's ass, the boy wanted to be able to take it quickly and easily, not having to do like he was doing now -- squealing like a stuck pig.
Jamie knew that all it would take would be one forceful shove to bury all of his cock up Terry's ass. That one, followed by another savage hump while Terry's body was shuddering with the shock of the first brutal drive, would have placed Jamie's cock in to its balls. Then if he would just hold on, Jamie's nuts would have been off in no time, his cock stripped to eruption in the jerkings of Terry's raped ass. Jamie knew tough studs who'd told him how they'd done it, how they'd just hopped on, shoved their dicks in, rode virgin ass to a climax. One kid had even suggested that he might like to do just that to Jamie sometime when his big brother wasn't looking. Greg had found out, somebody other than Jamie having told him, and by the time the stud had recovered from the knee to his nuts Greg had given him, he hadn't seemed nearly as interested in the shape of Jamie's butt as he had been before.
Jamie didn't violently take Terry's vulnerable butt, however. He wanted Terry to enjoy, because his enjoyment was important. Terry was Tyler's son, and Jamie liked Tyler, liked the man a lot. Surprised to discover that Tyler was the son of W.J. Franklander, the rich fart putting up the dough for the competitions, Jamie had been even more surprised when Tyler had sought him out and personally arranged it so that the two of them could continue with the sex they'd begun on the road. To Jamie, Tyler, was an okay guy, not at all how he'd pictured someone with money. To Jamie, Terry was also an okay stud -- and not just because Terry was the son of the father. Jamie wanted Tyler and his son to be able to make a go of it if they ever managed to get as far as the bedroom. And why the hell shouldn't they be able to? Who were they hurting? They were actually doing more harm to themselves by trying to keep their feelings locked up inside of them.
So Jamie waited, inserting no more of his cock up the virgin asshole than the head and inch that was already there. He waited, without driving in more of his dick, despite a swelling need inside of his guts to do just that.
Terry didn't think he was ever going to adjust to the small bit of cock he had, let alone be able to accept all those inches of cock yet remaining to make the plunge inside his ass. He was, therefore, frankly surprised when the discomfort up his butt seemed to dissolve with the same suddenness as it had appeased. One second, Terry was on the desperate verge of telling Jamie he was going to have to pull free, enduring only because it meant so much for him to succeed at this time, with this boy; the next second, all of the pain was gone, replaced only by a sense of fullness in his ass.
Jamie waited longer, refraining from further insertion until an intuitive feeling told him it was safe to proceed.
"Better?" Jamie asked, his moving lips brushing Terry's ear.
"Better," Terry affirmed, realizing that the sting in his eyes was caused by the sweat drooling from his forehead.
Jamie worked his cock deeper by giving a series of short forward-and-back fucking movements, each downward jab burying one small fraction more of his cock up the bung than had been there before. This way, Terry's ass was able to adjust a little at a time instead of all at once. The slow and easy placement of the cock up the asshole worked perfectly. Fractions turned, to inches, and the inches turned to more inches, until Jamie's cock was two thirds of the way up Terry's butt without Terry having again had to endure the discomfort which had been present with the initial plugging of the cock up his asshole.
Terry's body jerked when the cock collided with his prostate, but it wasn't a spuming of pain. The pain had suddenly left him completely. The tight feeling he had in his belly, and the taut stretching of his ass sphincter around the neck of Jamie's cock, were something other than a paining. It actually, already, was beginning to border on pleasure.
Jamie knew the wont of it was over. Terry's butt was comfortably tight, but it wasn't so small that it wouldn't be able to take his prick. Now that Terry was beginning to loosen up a bit, his fears of the unknown vanishing as he began to realize that there was nothing distasteful or agonizing about a butt-fuck, no matter what he'd heard whispered by studs who knew nothing but shit, Jamie was going to be able to dive to his nuts up this butt, pump this asshole until his balls erupted a mesa of cum to cream the chafed bung with a sexual balm to soothe it.
As Terry's butt accommodated Jamie's cock, his ass muscles losing their tightness and expanding for the plugging cock, Terry was struck by one revealing insight. What he now experienced was how he had always imagined it would be, but it was not how he actually taught it would be. Despite how often his mind had tripped out on homosexual fantasy, he'd still subconsciously believed that it would be far less enjoyable than he wanted it to be. He'd believed he'd attributed too much pleasure to male-male sex, because he always imagined it was his father who was with him, and Terry had so desperately wanted there to be good times like there used to be. Yet, down deep in his mind, undying in its little corner of darkness, was the fear that socially condemned sex couldn't actually be as gut-shatteringly wonderful as he'd dreamed it.
Well, it was, and Terry was soon to find that out, was actually beginning to find tat out already. Terry breathed a sigh of actual ecstasy as Jamie's cock sunk its last up his butt. Jamie's balls came to smash against the cheeks of Terry's butt. Jamie's belly pressed to a rest on the firm young buns.
The two rested, breathing in cadence as they marveled, each in his own way, at their success. They were one for a minute, joined as closely as two men could ever be. There was a uniting between them, however, that went beyond the purely physical presence of Jamie's cock up Terry's butt.
"It'll be good," Jamie said, whispering low into Terry's ear, knowing that he somehow wanted this to be the best sex ever. He wanted it to be good not only for his sake, not only for Terry's sake, but for Tyler's sake. "I promise you, it'll be good."
"Yes," Terry said, feeling a fullness that clogged not only his ass but his belly and throat, knowing tat he could believe Jamie's promise to make the good even better. "Make it good. Make it damned good."
And Jamie had all intentions of doing just that. He pulled his hips upward, drawing behind them that bulk of cock which he had worked so diligently to place. He knew, as he pulled it out, that its resubmergence up the hole would be far easier than had been the first time. The butt knew what to expect now, and the asshole had been smeared with spit and love juices which would aid the second slide of the cock up the butt.
Behind the exiting cock, the ass walls slipped shut. The next slides of the cock up the ass would be easier, but they would be accompanied by the tightness of a butt that was prepared to squash any cock inside it. This was virgin ass after all. No run of cock had stretched it so out of shape that it would offer any cock a loose fit.
Jamie kept his hips on the rise until his cock was pulled free of the butt except for the pulpy knob which was still lodged firmly up the butt. He paused only briefly before pushing down to bury his cock once again. The cockhead and shaft slipped sensuously against an asshole that was wet with the natural lubricants which had smeared it. The completed insertion was made in one, long, easy glide, and it was immediately followed by another withdrawal.
Terry was now completely at ease, actually comfortable with his chest, belly, and cock cushioned by the inherent springiness of the moss. For the first time he realized that the rising pleasures in his body were making his senses more acutely aware of things outside the realm of the screw. He heard a bird singing somewhere in the trees, heard its trills echoed by those of another bird. He heard the rushing of water over stones. He smelled the earthiness of the ground, saw the moss he lay on was sprouting small yellow flowers and delicate hair-like stems. Beneath Terry's belly, his cock was moving against a surface of moss that was wet with the pre-cum leaked from the drooling meatus. The roll of Terry's belly made his cock slide sensuously among the crushed yellow flowers.
Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly. When Jamie had completed a downstroke, his cock lost to its limits up Terry's ass, the boy found his belly molding to Terry's ass and lower back, his chest tight against Terry's back, his head dropped into the slot formed by Terry's neck and shoulder. Jamie particularly noticed it, because most of the guys he'd fucked recently had been bigger and older than he was. Blane and Tyler were so tall that Jamie's head had rested between their shoulder blades when his cock was squeezing them from the rear. Fitting as well as Jamie and Terry did somehow made the fuck far more perfect, far more enjoyable than it might otherwise have been.
Jamie, who had begun with a series of slow strokes, moved on to an even faster fucking rhythm as soon as he was sure that Terry's ass had accommodated itself completely to the slower movements of the cock inside it. The boy maintained the long smoothness of his fucking, despite the increased tempo, each thrusting pushing from knob to balls, each withdrawing pulling from balls to knob.
Terry was surprised at how getting fucked by actual cock could be so different from the cock substitutes he had made use of whenever he'd pretended his ass was getting worked over by his father's cock. A real cock had a feel all of its own, a hardness disguised in the velvety texture of the layer of loose flesh that covered the more solid inner core. The cock up his butt wasn't as harsh as his finger or the carrot had been. Terry's finger-fucks had always been of comparatively short duration. Usually a few seconds prior to an ejaculation, when a twisting of a finger up his butt could make his orgasm a bit more intense, he'd jab it in. A fuck by a real cock, however, placed the cock in the ass and started its pumping before there was even a hint of an approaching orgasm. Then, as the pleasure built, the cock continued it's in-and-out strokings, it movement somehow managing to enhance existing pleasures and conjure even more new ones.
It was good. Jesus, it was good -- for Terry, for Jamie. It was an indication of Jamie's skill and expertise, despite his youth, that the fuck was not a quick and frantic one. While the boy had known from the beginning that a fuck was better if both partners enjoyed, his knowledge that a long fuck was usually a better one now kept him using a well-paced rhythm even though the point had been reached where he desperately desired to move onward into an even faster cadence.
Terry's cock continued to masturbate between his belly and the cushy moss on the stone. Terry's body rocked with the thump of Jamie's belly into his ass, that rocking moving the flesh of Terry's cock sensuously about the cock's hard center. The rod drooled more transparent juices, webbing cock and moss in a wet, warm womb.
Jamie hadn't actually expected his enjoyment in fucking the son to be as great as it had been in fucking the father. He was, therefore, surprised at the degree of ecstasy that was flooding through him. While there was unlikely ever to be the same set of circumstances to give him the peculiar sensations indicative of that time he'd fucked with Tyler in the dust of that road, the pleasures of all ensuing fucks had certainly been no greater than what the boy was now feeling. And Jamie was confused by that. He'd always assumed sex with an older man was more enjoyable. Perhaps he'd been mistaken. Perhaps there was a lot to be said for screwing around with a guy his own age. Then again, perhaps, this sex was so good only because of who Terry was, of who Jamie was, of who Tyler Franklander was. No matter what the rhyme or the reason, the sex was good. There was no denying that. Jamie was enjoying, and he fought to make that enjoyment last.
Birds continued to sing, water continued to cascade, the ground and the flowers continued to exude their own particular aromas, but both boys had suddenly lost all awareness of that. Their centers of concentration had become narrower and more local. Most of their senses focused in entirely on the aspects of the fuck. They heard only the panting of themselves; they felt only the warmth of their sweaty flesh; they saw only the blur of their passions; they smelled only the heady aroma of males in heat.
Terry was actually shocked when it first occurred to him that he was going to come. Never had he expected Jamie's fucking of his ass to be enough to make his own nuts erupt. Of course, the fuck of his butt by Jamie's hard cock wasn't totally responsible. Terry's cock was being steadily massaged by its movement against the moss as Terry's body rolled atop it. Still, Terry had assumed the natural conclusion to such a fuck was to have the cock explode up the ass. Terry had expected only that. His climax, if it was to come, was assumed to be later, when Jamie let Terry fuck him. It just seemed inconceivable that, without either his hands or Jamie's wrapping his cock, Terry was going to blast his wad.
Inconceivable or not, Terry's increasing build-up of pleasure told him that an orgasm was just in the wings. The boy found himself wiggling his butt with delight, rolling it so that Jamie's cock would glide inward at just the right angle to swell Terry's passions even further.
If Terry was surprised at the hastily growing chances of his own eruption, Jamie was no way surprised about the approach of his own. There was no way now on God's green earth that Jamie could have pumped this virgin ass for long and not blasted a good load of cream up it. There were some things in life which were impossible, and not climaxing as a result of this fuck would have been one of them.
There was a breeze tat passed over their passion-hyped flesh, evaporating their sweat. It kept their bodies from growing sopped and sticking together as if plastered by glue.
Terry was drooling. His spit had trailed over his forearm and drenched the moss. His eyes had been shut, and he hadn't even remembered shutting them. He didn't open them. He was at peace in the blackness behind closed lids, his mind more easily concentrating on the pleasures at work inside of him -- those pleasures that were twisting his guts into tiny knots.
"I'm close," Jamie whispered. He would have liked the fuck to go on forever, but what he wanted and what he got were two different things. He was close, and he thought he'd better prepare Terry for the finale.
Christ, how much closer to a blasting could Jamie be than Terry already was? For the past few humps of the cock in and out of his ass, the boy had thought that was all that would be needed. He'd thought he was posed on the brink of explosion, only to find that there was still a ways to be pushed closer yet to the edge. His throat had gone tight with his need for ejaculation, his belly had gone taut, his guts had twisted with that same need. He growled with his need, the sounds coming out like a loud purring.
"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." Terry begged, his voice keeping tempo to the movement of the cock up his ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me."
Jamie had fucked him already, but the fucking had finally come to its cataclysmic ending. Jamie's hips moved into high gear, pushing and pulling the cock up the butt with a speed that even surprised Jamie. Jamie's fingers clamped on the moss as the boy fought to hold on for his ride. His head arched back, his neck stretched, his mouth opening. His belly smacked Terry's ass, the sound of its hitting muffled amid the roaring in Jamie's ears.
Terry couldn't believe such ecstasy was even possible. With each jab of Jamie's pelvis into his bruised ass, Terry felt his cock jerk in the moss beneath his belly. And ten that cock was creaming, creaming, creaming. Terry was too shook to even release the cry formed in his throat. It got caught there, choking but unuttered. His whole body jerked, his ass spasming.
"JESUS FUCKING GOD!" Jamie bellowed, his head still thrown back, his words accompanied by a high, shrill howl.
"FUCK ME, JAMIE!" Terry yelled, finding his voice. "FUCK ME, JAMIE, FUCK ME!" It would only be later that Terry would remember, and marvel, at how he had called out somebody else's name besides his father's at that moment of orgasm.
Jamie released his load, his cock continuing to hump the jerking asshole as the thick cum blasted deep into an ass still virgin to the feel of hard, male cock. The moving rod was flooded with its own wet white juices, the opaque deluge sucked out of the ass with each pull of cock out of asshole. The run of it trailed the crease of Terry's ass, beading finally in silky blond hair.
They were both a long time in recovering, Jamie's body finally going silent on top of Terry. They breathed heavily, waiting for their lungs to suck in air, waiting for their hearts to stop pounding quite so frantically in their chests.
"You know," Jamie said finally, his voice low and gravelly, his lips close to Terry's ear, "my brother an' me've fooled around a lot, an' it ain't hurt us any. So incest really ain't that big a deal, right, man?"
Terry could thank Jamie for trying to smooth over the eventuality of a mating between Terry and his father, but, right now, he was more interested in something other than his father's fat cock or ass.
"Did you say something about letting me fuck you now?" Jamie asked. His cock, although webbed in the mess of its own making beneath Terry's belly, was by no means yet soft.
"How 'bout a swim first?" Jamie suggested.
But Terry didn't want a swim first, and, in a very few seconds, Jamie found he didn't really want a swim, either.