You Pass This Way But Once

On Wednesday, we packed up our tents and other gear before we hiked back to our cabins.  We ate a late lunch in the mess hall and then had free time until the evening activities.  Robbie and Timmy had already informed us that this free time period was to be used to swap partners again, so we would have an opportunity to enjoy the one that we didn’t get to be alone with on the campout.  We all agreed to their suggestion and looked forward to this special time with another special friend.  We then coyly slipped away from the camp and made our way to our secret hangout.

This time, I was with Robbie, while Seth and Timmy paired up.  As I kissed Robbie and began to remove his clothing, I asked him what he wanted to do.  He thought about it for a minute and then informed me that he wanted for us to fuck each other.  I agreed and asked him which he wanted to do first.  He said he’d like to do me first, if that was all right.  I told him it was and handed him my shrinking tube of Vaseline, so he could prepare me.  I also made a mental note to grab a new tube once we got back. 

I then knelt down on all fours, so Robbie could apply the gel to my hole.  When he finished doing that, I turned around and quickly greased up his boner for action.  He moved in behind me and I soon felt his rod prying open the gate to my tunnel of love.  He entered me without any difficulty and was now sliding his tool back and forth and building up the friction that would give him his ultimate pleasure.  I contracted my rectal muscles and moved to mirror his actions, while trying to give him the greatest gratification for his effort.  Robbie was panting loudly, as he quickened his pace, and he was soon unleashing a small torrent of cum inside me.  He braced his body weight on my back, being physically weakened by his orgasm, and he stayed like that until he could support himself long enough to withdraw his penis from my hole.

I sat beside Robbie, as he slowly regained his strength and the fog of orgasmic bliss cleared from his brain.  As we waited for this to happen, I wrapped my arms around his upper body and drew him close, and Robbie melted contentedly against my chest, as he absorbed the warmth and affection I was showing him.  A couple of minutes later, he looked up at me and smiled.

“Thanks, Logan.  I really needed that,” he confirmed.  “I’m really glad that you’re my friend.  I’m not sure how I’d handle it, if I didn’t have you, Seth and Timmy to rely on.”

“Me either,” I agreed.  “You three are my world and I’m not sure if life would be worth living without all of you in it.”

After that, we hugged each other again, before we exchanged a new round of kisses.  Robbie and I were getting as much out of the cuddling and just being close to each other, as we were from the sex.  After enjoying this closeness for quite some time, Robbie indicated that he was ready for me to perform my act of love upon him.  He stroked my semi-erect cock back to full attention and greased it up, before he presented his butt to me, so I could loosen him up for penetration.  I couldn’t help but stare at the cute, pink Cyclops that winked occasionally at me, as I probed it with my petroleum coated fingers.  Now, we were both ready.

I pulled Robbie onto my lap and slowly lowered his body, before I impaled him on my stiff pole.  When he was completely seated, with his ass cheeks resting on my upper thighs, I wrapped my arms around him and slowly lifted him up and down on my stiff rod.  Robbie had his arms wrapped around my neck and was kissing me like there would be no tomorrow, as I kept my penis ramming in and out of his tight chute.  I could feel Robbie’s moans vibrating on my tongue and through my mouth, as the noises he was making were interspersed throughout our continual open-mouth kissing. 

The warmth of Robbie’s hot passageway was incredible, as it wrapped securely around my blood engorged love muscle, and I was reveling in the feelings pulsing through my body and the ecstasy of this encounter.  I could feel Robbie’s love in his every action and was grateful for that day when he had first confided in Seth and me about his orientation and feelings for Timmy, before he asked us to teach him what to do.  He saw a chance and took it, but each of us has benefited repeatedly from that risky encounter.  We all owed something to Robbie for having the courage to risk the enormous pain that his failure might have brought him, along with the benefit we’d all reaped since.

I was now at the point where every part of my being was involved in the orgasm that was about to explode out of that tiny egress.  There were tingling sensations rippling throughout my body, as my prostate and testicles combined to produce the seminal fluids that would soon be catapulted up my shaft and into Robbie’s bowels.  We were both panting audibly and I was driving into Robbie more and more quickly, as I lifted him up and down my mast.  I did this until my body stiffened and I made my final thrust into him, and then I held my prick in his channel, as far as it would reach, as I shot my wad.  I wanted to scream out in pleasure, as several streams of thick white sperm erupted into Robbie’s intestines, and from that moment forward, we merely clung to each other.  We continued to share those wonderful sensations from this act of love, until it was time to leave our love nest and return to our cabin.

Beside us, Timmy and Seth had been sharing their own tender moments.  That pair had also agreed on sharing themselves through anal intercourse, but were too engrossed in their own pleasures to notice Robbie and me.  Seth had told Timmy he could go first, so they prepared each other quickly.  Seth then rested his head on his arms, as he positioned his knees under his body and pushed his butt into the air.  Timmy wasted no time in inserting his cute, little dong into Seth’s butt and pumped wildly, until his volley of love juices were flowing into Seth’s tunnel.

Seth was happy to return the favor, but he positioned Timmy on his back so he could show him an equal amount of warmth and tenderness while fulfilling his sexual role.  Seth realized that this was probably the last time he’d have to show Timmy how much he cared about him, at least for a few months, until one of us visited the other over Christmas break.  For that reason, he was ready to take full advantage of this opportunity. 

Seth loved Timmy like a little brother, a lover and a friend, all rolled into one, and he intended on proving that to his young partner through this loving act.  Slowly, he eased his joystick past the resilient ring that guarded the sacred tunnel until his full length was buried in Timmy’s anus.  Seth then showered Timmy with kisses, as he began his passionate assault on Timmy’s hole. 

Slowly, Seth slid in and out of Timmy’s slicked up tunnel and reveled in the feeling of his young friend’s satiny lining, as it wrapped around his penis like a tight-fitting glove.  The feel of the muscular wall, as it squeezed and massaged his stiff pole, was gently milking him of both his strength and fluids at the same time.  He held out for as long as he could, but conceded he’d eventually have to give in to the building pressure from within his groin. 

From Timmy’s point of view, he totally enjoyed Seth’s tender and loving exchange and received not only the sexual pleasure from this act, but also an emotional fulfillment at the same time.  Timmy deeply loved Seth and told him that he always made him feel so good when they were together.  It wasn’t just the sex that they occasionally shared, but it was the support and caring that he was able to infused into his soul.  The sex was just a bonus for him, but it was also Timmy’s way of repaying each of us for what we gave him so freely. 

From the moment he had first met us and we’d saved him from his tormentor, Timmy had fallen in love with the two of us on so many different levels.  He relished every minute of the time that we could actually spend together, because it was so lonely for him when we were apart.  On those rare occasions when we were able to get together, he tried to make sure his reservoir was completely full, before we were forced to separate once more. 

He continued to kiss Seth and returned his love, as he felt Seth’s cannon swell inside him, before it exploded and filled his bowels with a fresh coating of hot boy jizm.  Timmy didn’t want to let go of Seth after their lovemaking had been completed and made sure to embrace Seth’s naked torso, after Seth collapsed on top of him.  He held Seth tightly against his own naked body for as long as he could, which he did until he acknowledged it was time to leave this little haven and return for the evening meal. 

The four of us shared another round of kisses and hugs before we slipped into our discarded clothing and prepared to return to camp.  Once we were ready, the four of us walked slowly and contentedly back toward the mess hall, once more completely filled by the love, caring and sexual gratification we had just shared.  We were among the last group to eat, but that didn’t bother us, so we sat together at the same table and discussed what other future possibilities we’d have to do this with each other again, after we returned home from camp. 

This year, Robbie, Seth and I offered to go to Timmy’s house right after Christmas and then he would come to stay with us over spring break.  We were all satisfied with this arrangement and it made us feel better that this was settled and we would definitely see each other again.

The next two days went by fairly quickly as well and it was now Friday evening.  This was our final free time before my father and Timmy’s picked us up tomorrow afternoon.  It was also our last chance to be alone in our refuge in the woods and our last opportunity to fill Timmy with enough love to sustain him until Christmas.  We began by giving Timmy and Robbie their space and allowed them time to exchange the love they felt for each other. 

Once they had finished, Seth and I said our private goodbyes to him as well.  Each time we parted it seemed to get more and more difficult than the time before, even though we knew that we would see him again for a few days in four months.  Even with that carrot dangling in front of us, it just seemed too long a time to wait to enjoy so little time together.  Therefore, the rest of the day was somewhat sad and depressing.

Saturday morning, we went through our clean-up assignments with our cabin mates, before we headed out to meet our parents.  We went over to say hello to Timmy’s mom, because his dad had to work, and we all gave her a kiss and a hug.  Timmy asked her about Christmas and she indicated that she’d love to have us come and visit then.  Timmy also went with us to say hello to my father, before we each loaded up for the long ride back to our homes.  By Saturday evening, we were all at our own homes and enjoying the love of our families, while at the same time missing the love of our friends.

Sunday evening, I received an excited phone call from Robbie. 

“Logan, I just had to warn you and Seth that there’s a big problem,” he began.  “Tom just came over to see me and was asking a lot of questions about you and Seth.  It seems that while we were at camp, there have been a lot of rumors going around about you two.  Tom said a bunch of the guys are talking about you and Seth being gay lovers, so Tom wanted to know if I knew anything about that.  I told him no, but he claims someone else caught you guys doing things with each other.  Is that true?”

I was stunned and my mind was reeling from the information that Robbie had just shared with me.  I was trying to think if there was any chance that anyone could have seen us at any time, as well as the repercussions that such rumors could bring.  I was deep in my own thoughts when I heard Robbie addressing me again.

“Logan, are you still there?  Are you all right?” he asked, and I could tell he was deeply concerned.  “Logan, talk to me.  What’s going on?”

I could hear the panic in Robbie’s voice as I returned to reality. 

“I’m fine.  I was just thinking about this,” I told him.  “Did Tom say anything else?”

“Just that some of the guys are really bothered about the rumor being true and they’re planning on teaching you that they don’t like fags,” he answered.  “Logan, I’m scared.  If they know about you guys, then they’re going to find out about me too, and I’m not sure I can handle it if that happens.”

“Robbie, relax,” I told him, hoping to calm him down.  “I can’t think of any time when someone could have seen Seth and me doing anything inappropriate, but even if they do know, we’ll keep you out of it.  They won’t have any reason to suspect you, any more than they would have with any of our other friends.  I’ll talk to Seth, but I want you to let me know if you hear anything else.”

We hung up after that and I called Seth to tell him what I had just learned.  Seth couldn’t think of anytime someone could have seen us doing anything out of the ordinary either, but we were both more than a little scared.  We knew how such rumors could ruin us in school, even if no one could prove these innuendos.  All it took was an accusation and you were guilty, even if you could somehow prove your innocence, especially when it came to something as collectively repulsive as being gay. 

We both were smart enough to realize that we were going to suffer substantial abuse over this, no matter what we might try to do to prevent it, so we hurriedly discussed whether or not we should mention this to our parents.  I was ready to do that, but Seth wanted to wait and see what kinds of things we might be facing.  He said he didn’t want to alarm his mother or father until he knew exactly what it was that he’d be warning them about.  Hesitantly, I gave in to his request and we agreed the only other person we’d discuss any of this with would be Robbie.

When Monday morning came, Seth and I were scheduled for our football physicals, but then we would be issued our football equipment afterward.  The physicals and issuance of gear was only for the varsity and junior varsity teams today, so Robbie wouldn’t be there.  Physicals for the modified team weren’t scheduled until Friday, the last weekday before school started.  Although we were leery of what we might have to face, Seth and I walked into the school and headed for the locker room, where the physicals were to be given.  When we arrived, we discovered that the doctor had already started his examinations.

We saw Jeff and said hello to him, but he only nodded.  I guess he was still upset with us about ignoring him the week after the party.  I’d make it a point to go over and talk to him after we got our equipment, so I could try and explain to him that we weren’t being rude or forgetting about him that week.  I inform him that we were just preoccupied with getting ready for camp and never really thought about anything else.  I hoped such an explanation would be sufficient and we could get things back to normal.

As I looked around the room to see who was there, I realized we knew nearly all of the other boys who were present.  Most of them had played with us on the modified team either last year or the year before, but there were also a few new faces in the mix.   They were mostly boys who were new to our school, but there were also a few who had opted not to play football on the school team during the previous two years.  Either way, it looked as if we might also be able to make some new friends if they made the team.

No one was overly friendly today, although we exchanged hellos or nods when we made eye contact with each other.  Luckily, the physicals progressed quickly and we were soon in the football storage room waiting for our turn to collect our equipment.  A few of the guys split up into smaller groups to talk while they waited, but for the most part we just waited by ourselves or with one other friend.  Of course, the friend that I waited with was Seth.  After we got our gear, we put everything into our lockers before we left, but we still had to come back at 3:00 to get our playbooks and to sit through a brief meeting with the coaches.  Since we were through for the morning, Seth and I left as soon as we could, so we could compare experiences.

We both went back to my house to eat lunch and discuss what it had been like for each of us that morning.  Even though no one had been overly friendly, they hadn’t totally ignored us or made any snide comments either, so we felt we might be ok.  We then listened to a few tunes next, before we returned to school at 3:00 and headed straight for the meeting room.  The coach wasn’t there yet, but some of the other players were.  There was a group of linemen sitting together on the far side of the room and they were laughing as Seth and I moved toward two open seats on the near side of the room.  One of the linemen, a sizable sophomore named Randy, stood up and spoke to his friends.

“Do you guys know why fags like to be running backs?” he asked.  “They like the idea of being able to slip into the hole and penetrate the defense.” 

It seemed as if he was intentionally speaking loud enough for everyone in the room to hear and there was a round of chuckles after he gave the punch line.  Once the laughter died down, he spoke again.

“Do you know why queers are such good receivers?”  he asked, and when no one answered he continued.  “It’s because they’re used to receiving passes from other guys.” 

There was another round of laughter in the room and Seth and I were trying to blend in and not be too conspicuous in our lack of enthusiasm for the jokes. 

“Do you know which position the gays like to hit on the most?” Randy continued.  “The tight ends, and when they aren’t tight any longer, they move on to the wide receivers.” 

Again the others chuckled at his joke, and just as the jocularity was beginning to die down, the coach entered the room.  When that happened, everyone stopped laughing and turned his attention to the front of the room. 

The coach was all business and quickly had his assistants pass out the playbooks to everyone there.  He told us which plays he wanted us to concentrate on first and what positions we should focus on.  Each of us was assigned a primary position and a back-up position to study when we learned the plays, since he had seen most of us play on the modified team.  He also had questioned the others about their football background earlier, after our first session, so he could determine where they’d fit in best on the squad. 

Once that had been taken care of, he stated that with quite a few returnees from last year’s junior varsity team and with those of us who were moving up from the modified team that we had the basis for a very good squad.  He said that if we learned the plays and worked hard at practice, then we could have an outstanding season, but it was all up to us.  We’d have our first real practice tomorrow morning at eight, in full pads.

As the meeting began to break up, I made my move to go over and speak with Jeff. 

“Jeff, do you have a minute so we can talk?” I began.  “There’s something I’d like to explain to you.”

“I don’t have time, man,” he quickly responded.  “I promised my mom that I’d come straight home so I could help her out.  She’s got a big project going and needs my help.”

“It’ll just take a minute and then you can go help her,” I offered. 

“Sorry, I can’t.  My mom’s waiting for me out front,” he stated, as he turned around and basically flew out of the room. 

Once he took off, I went back to find Seth and walked with him to his house, so we could talk.  Once we were in his room, I asked the question that I knew we had both been thinking.

“Do you think Randy’s jokes were aimed at us?” I wondered. 

“I can’t be positive but I can’t think of any other reason why he would be so loud and obvious in his actions,” Seth reasoned.  “I think he might have been even more aggressive about it, if the coach hadn’t entered the room at that time.”

“I agree.  He wasn’t very subtle in letting everyone know his feelings about gays, was he?” I challenged.  “I’m worried about Jeff, too.  He wasn’t very friendly and I couldn’t get him to give me even a minute so I could talk to him.  I’m not sure if he’s mad at us about not getting together with him the week after his party or if it’s about what Robbie warned us was being said.”

“I don’t know either, Logan, but I do know that no one spoke to me today, other than to just say hello,” he pointed out.  “That’s just not normal.  Usually everyone wants to know about your summer and what you did that would be interesting to them.  No one said a word about anything like that.  It was just plain weird, because I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“You’re right, Seth.  No one spoke to me either,” I concurred.  “If they know about us, then how do you think they’re going to act toward us?”

“If Randy is any indication, then I don’t think they’re going to embrace us with open arms or be cool about it,” I offered. 

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Seth agreed.  “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens next, before we know how to handle this, but I don’t like the way things went today.” 

“Maybe we can get a better idea before tomorrow’s practice,” I suggested.  “I’ll call Robbie and see if he’s heard anything more and then I’ll call Jeff and speak to him.”

Seth was also going to try to talk to guys he felt close to and see if he could learn anything from them.  I then hurried home to make my calls and I decided to call Jeff first. 

“Hello.  May I please speak with Jeff?” I asked, when his mother picked up the phone. 

“May I ask who’s calling?” she inquired.

“Yes, this is Logan,” I told her. 

“Just a second, Logan and I’ll see what he’s up to,” she replied. 

She then left and was gone for more than a minute, before she returned to the phone. 

“Logan, I’m afraid Jeff’s still busy.  I’ll have him call you when he’s done,” she explained

“Thank you.  I’d appreciate that,” I responded and then hung up. 

I called Robbie next, but he had no more information beyond what he’d already told me.  After that, I waited for Jeff to call me back, but he never did.  I tried to call him once more before I went to bed, but the line was busy.  I tried ten minutes later and, then, ten minutes after that, but it was still busy and I got his voice mail.  I guess I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.