Summer Of Discovery, Chapter Four

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My post-nap jerkoff session concluded, I decided that I would make myself presentable for the events of the evening. I still had no clue what Paul had in store for me — well, there were some murky ideas floating around in the back of my mind if I’m perfectly honest — but I wanted to be absolutely sure I was ready for it.Grunting my way upright and out of bed, I stopped for a moment to appreciate the crackling layer of dried cum on my chest and the weighty slap of my cock against one thigh. Though nothing of my physicality had changed in the last few days, something in the set of my shoulders and the way I carried myself felt different. More manly, assured and powerful. The feeling of being desired and lusted after by someone to whom I was equally attracted created a whole new self-image. I was sexy, an object of fantasy, I just hadn’t noticed it before.A flash of Paul’s face entered my mind as I fished around in my closet for a towel, his mischievous grin from the day before. Warm, tingling sensations radiated through my stomach. Looking back, I think those feelings were the beginnings of infatuation, perhaps even the stirrings of young love. I simply lacked the terms or ability to identify it, naively associating them with lust and anticipation.Faded towel in hand, I snuck from my bedroom to the downstairs bathroom, the one used infrequently by the other members of my household. I turned the water on and looked in the mirror as I waited for it to heat up, studying my body with newfound appreciation. There were parts of me that I had always sort of ignored, figuring that the girls I associated with paid most of their attention to my face, hair, clothing and musculature.The smoothness of my toned chest gave way to a distinct, rounded curve at the edge of my armpit, a tuft of dark brown hair peeking out between the squeeze of pectoral and bicep. The indents of my ribs were barely visible, trailing down like steps to the slightly furred slopes of my abdomen. The lines of my hips flared out, their natural ‘V’ shape seeming to act as a signpost pointing southwards.I followed the directions obediently, planting both of my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slipping them down. The hair of my treasure trail thickened towards the base of my dick, becoming a carpet of almost-black pubes. My cock’s base became visible, its thick circumference turning me on in a strange, self-appointed way that I had never really felt before. Always facing outward was a poor way to experience attraction, I thought to myself.An idea struck me, and I reached into the steamy shower stall and turned the water off. Still planted in front of the large mirror, I grabbed a disposable razor and some shaving cream. I sprayed a liberal blot of the cream into my hand, then began to massage it into my pubic hair with my fingertips. Doing this made my cock begin to stir, and I soon had a half-erection, enjoying the enveloping sensation of the shaving cream as it spread over the skin of my pelvis and balls.Rinsing my hands in the sink, I then picked up my plastic razor and commenced shaving. Even this simple ritual had become eroticized in my mind, and I took satisfaction in each smooth, deliberate pass of the razorhead. With each line of shaven hair, more and more of my hardening length became exposed, appearing larger than usual with the absence of obscuring foliage. My member, standing proud and expectant, had never looked so appetizing. However, having already drained my balls multiple times thus far, I elected to hold off until I was with Paul again to do anything about it.Working from my pelvic region to the fuzzy area around my cock’s base and eventually to my balls and taint, I luxuriated in the process. My ass was naturally hairless, so I left it alone. When it was all said and done, I stood in front of the mirror for a bit longer, running my hands over the delicious smooth skin there, letting my eyes linger wherever they happened to land. The concept of self-love was relatively foreign to me, and I enjoyed this first foray immensely.Eventually I went on with my shower, soaping and sudsing every contour of my body, wanting to be perfectly clean and appetizing for my evening surprise. I paid special attention to my cock, of course, running my soapy hands over it but refraining from fully stroking. Then my hands wandered further, and the soap-lubed tips of my fingers found my taint and eventually my hole. Thinking that I had never even so much as touched it past the utilitarian purpose of cleaning sent a shock of realization through me. This must be what Paul meant when he said ‘something I had never tried before.’Trepidation raised its head, but once again my penis had more confidence than the rest of me. The thought of pushing my big, hard cock into the tightness of Paul’s ass was both electrifying and mysterious. Then I thought, what if he wants to fuck me? I seriously considered the idea, eventually deciding that while I wouldn’t go into things with a ‘no’ already prepared on my lips, the idea of bottoming was outside of my current comfort zone. Wouldn’t it hurt like hell? Would I become Paul’s bitch? Would isvecbahis it make me less of a man? These thoughts felt idiotic and cliche, but they persisted. I suppose I hadn’t come as far as I might have thought, still wrestling with a veritable mountain of fear and misgivings about the perceptions of others.Pushing these thoughts from my mind, I pressed lightly on the bud of my hole with one finger, the showerhead’s spray washing over my face, eyes closed. Even turned on as I was, I was unprepared for the sheer volume of sensation that arrived in response. A different kind of pleasure than the nerve-endings of my cock, but in conjunction with one hand draped along my shaft I shivered in pleasure. I wrapped that hand firmly around my pole, relishing the full-contact feel of being freshly shaven. Probing slightly with my finger, I felt my hole relax, sending pulses of pleasure that seemed to travel down my cock from inside the base.Catching myself before I went too far, wanting to maintain that on-edge, feverish horniness for some unknown reason, I added more soap to my hands and finished cleaning myself up. The full-force stream from the showerhead would fall directly upon my cock periodically, causing it to bob and jolt with renewed vigor.When I was done, I turned off the water and stepped out into the steamed confines of my bathroom, drying off on the plush, emerald green bath mat. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, applying deodorant with extended tenderness. I felt like a pretty young woman, preparing for a big date, although the extent of my beauty routine was spending fifteen minutes trying to get my hair to look right. Eventually I gave up and returned to my room to pick an outfit.My wardrobe hardly contained anything I would have described as ‘sexy’, but I labored over finding something that would show off my body in a favorable way. I started with a crisp pair of white briefs that hugged my bulge appetizingly and showed off both my lean stomach and muscled legs. Then came tall white tube socks with a red stripe at the top. I pictured myself being in only those socks and briefs with Paul, teasing him with the view while he salivated. The thought made me excited. I longed for him to see me in them.Next, I decided on a pair of slim-cut navy-blue pants that I had always thought hugged my package and butt well. On top I went with a simple black t-shirt with a band logo on it, chosen specifically because it was a different cut from my usual attire, tighter around the chest and arms, making my muscles stand out appetizingly. I gave myself one last once-over, cracking a practice smile that looked too forced before huffing and stalking off to sit at my computer.Distracting myself was extremely difficult, but eventually the reality of time set in and I acknowledged that I needed to do something before the evening arrived. I sat in my slightly less comfortable good-looking clothes for what felt like ages, eventually getting engrossed in a series of videos that blended together after a few. When I next looked at the clock in the corner of my monitor, an hour and a half had passed. Damn, I thought, that’s not nearly long enough.Luckily, my impatience was rival to Paul’s own. I later learned that what followed was a complete improvisation on his part, brought on by the fact that his house wasn’t going to be empty soon enough.‘Hey. Do you still have that tent we used last summer?’The text flashed across my phone’s screen, and I raced to answer so quickly that I dropped it.‘Yeah, just don’t know what happened to the rain fly. Why?’I knew why. Paul’s reply was immediate.‘Bring it, and the sleeping pads, and meet me by my place. I’ve got everything else we’ll need.’My heart raced as I read his words, shakily typing out my answer. I hadn’t sent my measly ‘ok,’ yet when I got another message.‘Some booze wouldn’t hurt, either. We’re biking.’Hastily shoving my phone into the front pocket of my pants, I went to the basement of my house and searched around for the camping gear. Eventually finding what I was looking for, I got my larger backpack and began loading it up for the short ride to Paul’s house. I packed the four-person tent, two rolled-up inflatable pads, my portable radio, and a hastily added liter of whiskey that I’d been saving.I was out the back door in a flash, dodging a hasty question from someone inside; I didn’t even realize who was asking. I ran, picked up my bike and took off, wobbling momentarily with my overstuffed bag. Within minutes I arrived at Paul’s place, the scenery of our neighborhood whipping past without so much as a second glance. He was waiting in the driveway, already straddling his bicycle with a similarly stuffed pack on his shoulders. He flashed me an easy smile as I approached, a small glint in his eye.I lost my voice for a moment, a sophomoric nervousness washing over me as we made uninterrupted eye contact. I imagined most people might have the same reaction when Paul looked at them like that. More and more often I found myself unsure of how to behave around him. Our dynamic was shifting in all sorts of exciting ways, but I hadn’t gotten the hang of knowing isveçbahis giriş when to be sexy and flirtatious and when to exist simply as his long-time friend. For his part, Paul didn’t seem to mind or even notice.“I figured you might be here pretty quick,” he quipped, “so I got ready before I texted you.”I laughed nervously.“How long did I keep you waiting?”He checked his phone, probably confirming the timestamp on my last text.“Looks like…ten minutes on the dot! Good work, soldier.”I saluted him, growing more comfortable in the casual space of our usual banter.“So,” I ventured, “what’s the plan, sergeant? Behind enemy lines?”“I know of a cool, secluded spot we can set up camp for the evening, we just have to trek there. Shouldn’t be too long.”Picturing the clearing we’d used as our last location, and the big-dicked stranger who’d approached me after Paul left, I frowned slightly.“How secluded are we talking, here?”“Very. It doesn’t even have a path for the last while leading up to it. Trust me.”I did. And so we left, Paul taking the lead, myself behind him, trying to avoid getting hit by a car while I stole glances at the shifting globes of his beautiful round ass. We biked for perhaps twenty-five minutes, eventually arriving at a trailhead near the local forest. Paul said that we’d walk the rest of the way, so we locked our bikes together at a large metal rack and began to hike.Along a winding trail with which I was completely unfamiliar, we walked for another fifteen minutes, occasionally passing small landmarks that Paul recognized and pointed out. Then we arrived at a fork in the trail, leading off in either direction. Paul looked over his shoulder at me and nodded in the direction of his final destination, stepping straight off the path and into the untamed undergrowth.“I found this spot earlier this summer, randomly trying to find somewhere to pee along the left-side trail at that fork back there,” he said, “I came back and found out you can get there faster if you just walk straight ahead from the fork. It shouldn’t be too far.”He had been right about the seclusion. Not only had we not seen a single person since entering the trail, but we were trekking pretty far from the established pathway. In a couple of minutes I saw where he was bringing us, the site of an old treehouse. There were no walls attached, either never having been there in the first place or perhaps having fallen down long ago. There was only a large platform, ten feet off the ground and supported between three large oak trees. A sturdy-looking ladder led up to the platform from the ground, and Paul began climbing it immediately.Stopping for a moment to admire his ass again as the position made the material of his sweatpants hug every contour, I climbed after him. Old though it might have been, the structure seemed very stable. When we reached the top, I realized how much bigger the whole thing was than I had originally expected. It was roughly fifteen feet by fifteen, and completely flat on all sides. Paul turned and looked at me, raising his eyebrows and shrugging up his arms as if to say eh? Isn’t it great?“The tent is for some added privacy,” he remarked, “protection from the elements, all that.”My tent would do neither of those things, having no rain cover, but I figured it would be warmer, more comfortable. We had scant sunlight shining down on us at our position, even though the sunset was still a ways off.“Let’s get it set up then,” I said, somehow more confident now that I felt us to be completely alone. I smirked at him, and something entered Paul’s expression that gave me pause. He looked hungry.Before I knew it he was stepping towards me, shrugging off his pack and coming very close. I could smell his deodorant mingled with sweat, a cleanly aroma that sent gooseflesh prickling down my arms and back. Paul leaned close, not making eye contact as he slipped his hands underneath the straps of my backpack, pushing them up and out until I complied and let my bag drop to the wooden platform below. Once I did, he made eye contact with me again, our faces only inches apart.Then he kissed me, one hand slipping around the side of my waist while another came up between us and nestled itself on the side of my neck, underneath the line of my jaw. I melted at that touch, liquidly pressing into him, returning his kiss with redoubled energy. We stood there for a little while, entwined, connected. When he pulled away my bottom lip pressed out in an unintentional pout, which led him to laugh heartily.“Tent time,” he giggled, “ooh, looks like you’re already started.”His eyes dropped to my crotch, and I laughed as I realized how hard I was, the firm outline of my cock clear underneath the tight material of my pants.“Tent time!” I yelled, laughter once again breaking the tension between us, and that I felt within myself.He went over to my bag, once again becoming unnecessarily but alluringly close to my body. He opened it and began rummaging, and I took in the sight of his arm muscles working as he fished out the tent bag. Setting it up took us a matter of minutes, and before long we had opened it up and isveçbahis yeni giriş laid out the newly-inflated sleeping pads inside. From his overstuffed bag Paul produced both a thick sleeping bag, which he draped over the mats, and a thin, soft-looking blanket. Crawling inside, he lay down on one side and turned to look at me, tantalizingly waving a joint he must have brought to invite me in.I obliged him, and we spent the next ten minutes or so chatting idly as we got ourselves comfortable and smoked some pot, occasionally reaching one extended arm outside the front flap to tap off the ashes. At his request I broke out the whiskey as well, and we each took a small pull, him coughing slightly at the powerful flavor. Within a short while, my head was slightly swimming with the familiar sensations of marijuana and liquor, a comforting warmth spreading across me as I lay back and enjoyed the breeze coming through the tent’s netted walls.The sun began its slow descent towards night as we finished our smoke, each of us lying back with our crossed arms behind our heads. The ambient forest noises lulled me, and it took several moments to realize that Paul had turned, propping his head with one elbow as he looked at me. I turned my head to study him, caught in his eyes, excitement cutting through my mild inebriation like a hot knife through butter. My heart began to beat quickly again, and neither of us spoke for several seconds.“I promised you something special,” he purred, his voice suddenly deep with poorly-contained lust. His free arm slid across the blanketed stretch between us, finger-walking over my forearm and running small circle patterns on my chest. This small, intimate gesture felt at first awkward, but I decided to lie back and enjoy the sensation of touch.“You did,” I said to the open-air tent ceiling, “you most certainly did.”“Well,” he sat up, smirking, “take off your clothes, then.”Too excited to really enjoy the process, I sat up vigorously and pulled my tight shirt over my head. It messed up my hair, leaving some of it in my eyes, but I got up on my knees and began working at the button of my pants. Paul sat still, enjoying the show, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the impressive shape of his hard-on through the dark gray material of his sweatpants. It was curled down upon itself, and thus harder to make out.I got my pants unbuttoned and undid the zipper, turning as I did to provide him with a better view. The light was getting lower, and a single beam of sunlight penetrated the shaded tent, resting across Paul’s shoulders. His smile lay in shadow. I decided to take this part more easily. I had chosen the underwear specially for how nicely they framed my bulge, hadn’t I? As I pulled the waist of my pants downwards, I could see Paul’s eyes widen as my entire cock came free from their tight embrace. Still encased in a layer of white cotton, the shape was pronounced and straining.I sat back awkwardly to pull off the legs, and in moments I was exactly as I’d hoped to be, wearing only tight briefs and pulled-up socks, laying on my side, perched just as Paul had been moments before with one arm bent at the elbow. Boldly, I swept one hand down the length of my chest, running my fingers over my abs and eventually down to caress my package, gripping my shaft through the underwear.Saying nothing, Paul reached up and removed his workout shirt, the sight of his ribs and chest coming into striking view, his nipples small and rounded. He kept his sweats on, crawling over to me and murmuring for me to lie down on my back. I did as he said, each arm at my sides, unsure of what he was up to.Then he crawled on top of me, upside down, stretching over and placing his knees to either side of my upper arms and shoulders. I had a magnificent view of his tight ass, hugged by the taught material of his sweatpants, which disappointingly hid his bulge from where I lay. He kept his crotch a good distance from my face, though, and I felt his strong hands come to rest on my knees. Sixty-nining was nothing new to me in theory, but if this was what Paul had meant when he promised a special treat I was going to take everything he offered. My mouth watered at the idea of cumming down each other’s throats while he straddled my head with his thighs.I pushed with my arms on the inside of his legs, and as Paul continued to massage and rub my thighs I snaked them around so I could use my hands freely, his deltoids sort of clamped between my biceps and chest. I was loving the feeling of mutual touch, entwined as I was with him. Once I had a comfortable position and one hand on each side of his ass, kneading and caressing, Paul began. His wandering hands slid up my tightened thighs and began to enclose my bulge. Squeezing, lifting and exploring, he quickly had my cock at one-hundred per cent. Four orgasms earlier could do nothing to lessen my arousal at that moment, feeling his ministrations but having my view blocked by the delectable roundness of his backside.Paul was clearly impatient, and within moments he began tugging at the waistband of my briefs. I lifted up my butt to allow him to take them off, and he slung them down my legs immediately. Seconds passed as I felt the open air caress my straining manhood, still unable to see anything. I decided to close my eyes and enjoy the removal of one sense, hoping it might heighten the others.

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