Coming Home
Interstate traffic was light south of Montgomery, and Simon Collins was in the left lane more than the right, eager to get home. Spring Semester was finally over, and he had the summer to look forward to. He kept watching the fuel gauge, for he left campus without stopping for gas and his old Tahoe guzzled it. By the dash, he was going to be five miles short of getting home, but he could make it to the exit.
Arctic Monkeys came on and Simon turned up the volume. He sang along with the band knowing he was off key. He didn’t care, because no one could hear him, and he was in a good mood. His grades were better than expected, and he had weeks of no studying late into the night, no exams to sit through, or papers to write. He tapped the steering wheel to the beat as he merged into the left lane again, passing a BMW, wondering why the sportiest cars were always the slowest.
He glanced over at the driver seeing an attractive guy. Dark hair and a handsome face and he checked the imagery box for ‘doable’. As he merged back into the right lane, he considered his sexuality. He had never had ‘the talk’ with his parents but there was no doubt that they didn’t already know. His older brother told him how their parents questioned him about it. Simon tried to bring it up during the holidays, but his father stopped him and said they were okay, they didn’t need to talk about it, and he wondered if that had been a mistake. It left things feeling unfinished, but he knew his parents. They were the type of southerners who abided by the live and let live motto and anything they found discomforting; they just didn’t talk about it. It nagged at Simon how they didn’t want to talk about him being gay, wondering how discomforting it was to them.
Being able to discuss it with his brother and sister made up for it to some degree. And it helped he had come out in the dorm in his freshman year and lived openly on campus. Dating guys or just hooking up when the need arose. He smiled at the memory of Xavier from two weekends ago. The hot Latino fuck wore him out. He pictured how Xavier had moved on his cock, round ass sliding up and down it while the body undulated in such a seductive manner it caused him to get off faster than he wanted. But there was a second round, then a third that finished with them sweating and exhausted.
Two years he had been openly gay on campus, but it felt almost like he had been free most of his life. Maybe it was because two years at college were better than the last four years of grade school where he was secretly lonely and felt isolated. The small rural community was for a young teen, a place that seemed to offer no opportunities. There were men online seeking other men, but from the time he was fourteen to sixteen that seemed too dangerous, for he was fearful of being taken advantage of. Once sixteen, he was able to cruise around Madison, the nearby town in the next county, hang out with friends while looking at the guys that attracted him. He never met a guy who gave any indication of being gay, but he was able to fuel his fantasies for a late-night masturbation, while always telling himself things would be different in college.
Simon smiled, because life was definitely different in college.
The familiar sign announcing Exit 77 and Simon merged into the right lane after passing a slow tractor-trailer rig. When he got to the ramp for the exit, he moved over and slowed. At the stop sign, he turned right instead of left to stop at the only gas station at the interchange.
Simon pulled into the gravel drive and around the old farmhouse his parents had renovated when he had been nine years old, adding a family room, new kitchen, and garage on one side, and a primary bedroom suite on the other. It allowed Sam, his sister, Stephen, his brother, and he to have their own rooms. He pulled in behind his mother’s Tahoe, the one that allowed him to get her old one.
Before he could get his suitcase and duffel bag from the back his father was standing next to him.
“No problems on the drive?”
“Nope. That construction just south of Montgomery is finished.”
“That’s good. You need some help?”
“You can grab that box, no, the other one, that one has books in it. I’ll come back for it and the TV.”
Simon headed inside, his father behind him. As soon as he came into the mudroom, he could smell his mother’s cooking, and it was at that moment he felt like he was home for the summer.
Discovery
Simon had been home for three days when he decided to get his bicycle out and ride. He put on his bicycle shorts and a tank top, grabbed up his helmet and gloves, and headed to the garage.
He checked tire pressure for he had not ridden it for two weeks because he had been so busy with final papers then studying for final exams. He pumped each tire back to the pressure he liked and set off. The bike was a mountain bike, with knobby tires that allowed him to go on the roughest surfaces. He planned to ride over to Red Clay Road, a name given to it when it was a dirt road with treacherous red clay sections when wet. It had been paved when he was a kid, a rough slag surface and just enough width for vehicles to pass by each other. It wasn’t even marked with lines along the edge or down the center.
He swung out of the gravel drive onto the highway, 442, that cut across the county east to west, and he headed west for the two-mile ride to Red Clay Road. He pedaled at a steady pace, shifting gears as the grade dictated. By the time he got to his turn, he was sweating and his body felt loose and good. He stayed in the center of Red Clay Road because the edge was broken up and the potholes were along the outer line of the path of wheels. He kept up his pace, planning on riding to Highway 87, so that he could take it north back to 442. It would be a twelve-mile loop, long enough on the mountain bike to be fair workout.
He crossed the bridge over Black Spring Creek and stood on the pedals to get up the other side, the grade steep until it leveled off on the next plateau. When he finally hit the level plateau, he saw the marker for the fire lane on his left. The lane cut into the pine stand all the way over to 87, and even though it would be a shorter ride, it would be more challenging for he knew the lane was not kept up. There would be washed out sections and on steep grade changes, terraces built across the lane to prevent water from washing it out. A perfect track for a mountain bike.
He slowed, then swung off the road, bouncing across the ditch, then jumped over the mound of dirt meant to keep vehicular traffic out of the woods. He stood on the pedals, balancing himself over the two wheels as he navigated from one side of the lane to the other. He had gone nearly half a mile when he slowed on a section that was level and smooth, so he could catch his breath and grab a drink of water.
From his left, he heard something. A cry out, and he wasn’t sure if it was a person or some animal. He stopped to listen, knowing it came from the creek that wasn’t far off the lane. He heard it again and knew it was someone at the creek horsing around. He was curious as to who would come this far from the road to play around in the creek. With the undergrowth in the trees too thick along the lane to ride through, he pushed his bike to a place that would conceal it and set off on foot to investigate.
In the trees he was sweating worse because there was no breeze and it was already in the nineties. He tugged off his tank top and tucked it into the waistband of his shorts as he eased through the trees. Once away from the lane, the undergrowth was sparse, leaving a straw covered ground that was easy to navigate. Soon he was easing down a steep incline, working around magnolias, beech, cottonwoods, black gums, and oaks. The papermills didn’t plant pines on the rough ground along the creeks, thus the native hardwood covered those sections. Just before the creek, he came to thick undergrowth. He found a deer trail and followed its meandering path toward the creek.
As he drew near, he could hear the voices. It was two guys bantering back and forth. He made out a few words, references to school, a couple of names, then summer. He eased along the path not wanting them to know he was there. At a large magnolia, he got behind it and looked through the bushes to see the creek. On the opposite bank stood two boys and nearby a third sitting on a fallen tree. He recognized them, for they had been in his school two years behind him. They were from the community and all through school he had considered them kids, just little boys. But looking across the creek, he saw they were not little boys any longer.
Standing together was Travis Bradberry and Cooper Gibson. Simon knew Travis was about five foot eight, and in just a pair of cut-off jeans, revealed a lean muscular body. With jet black hair and fair smooth skin, he was the first to attract Simon’s attention. Cooper was a bit shorter but with a more muscular body, probably from working out for football and baseball, with dark red hair and a surprisingly tanned skin tone, Simon found him to be attractive too.
Looking over to his left, he saw Louis Murphy was raking a stick in the wet sand appearing not to be paying attention to his friends. Simon had crossed paths with Louis during his spring break. His dad needed some work on one of the dump trucks and had him take it to Jack Murphy’s truck shop over in Evergreen. Louis had been in the shop doing an oil change on a Kenworth and he had sized him up. Louis was a few inches taller than his five foot ten and had a lean build. He had been surprised by how Louis matured, looking more a man than a kid. Louis had dark brown hair, dark skin tone, and dark brown eyes. It made Simon wonder if there were some native American or Spanish genes in the Murphy family. Looking at him now, shirtless, revealing a smooth upper body, it confirmed his previous assessment; Louis was very attractive. To Simon, more so than Travis, who had been the one to attract the attention of all the girls. Even his older sister had made a comment once on how cute Travis was.
Simon watched the boys, wondering what they were doing in this isolated place. Then he saw Travis pull Cooper close and kiss him.
Simon was on his knees, peering around the tree watching Travis and Cooper make out. They continued to kiss, to touch the other, hands sliding over chests, backs, and stomachs. Then they undid the other’s cut-offs, raking fingers below the waistband. Cooper slipped a hand further into Travis’ cut-offs and Simon watched how it manipulated the cock within. To watch made his own cock stir with arousal.
Simon looked over at Louis who was touching himself, rubbing a hand over the bare chest, down over the stomach, then over the crotch of the shorts. Movement caught Simon’s eye, and he turned back in time to see Cooper stoop in front of Travis tugging the cut-offs as he went. Travis had no underwear on and now stood naked, the cut-offs around his ankles. Hovering in Cooper’s face was a curved cock, nearly eight inches long Simon estimated, and it quickly half disappeared in Cooper’s mouth.
Cooper moved on the cock in a way that told Simon it was not the first time. The head moved back and forth, slowly taking more and more of Travis until Cooper pressed his nose into the abdomen. Then he worked his mouth on the cock with a rapid pace, moving his mouth on the cock from the head to over halfway down the shaft. Simon watched while slipping a hand into his shorts touching himself. He felt his cock become erect as Cooper sucked Travis.
Simon slipped his shorts down below his nuts as he watched Cooper undo his cut-offs and pushed them down until laying around his legs, freeing his own cock. It stuck straight out, thick and fully erect. As Cooper sucked Travis, he stroked his own cock.
Simon watched and stroked his cock until he thought he would come, and he released it, turning his attention back to Louis. Louis was standing, khakis around his ankles and an impossibly long cock in hand. As Louis watched Cooper suck Travis, he stroked it, slowly, sensually, making Simon so horny he was tempted to step out and ask to join them.
Simon turned back to Cooper and Travis and saw Cooper was standing again, the two of them kissing as their cock slapped and bumped each other. Travis looked over Cooper’s shoulder toward Louis.
“Louis…stop being shy. Come over.”
Yeah, Louis, join them, thought Simon as he watched Louis step out of his shorts and walk naked to his two friends. He went to his knees and took Travis in his mouth. He sucked the cock, then turned to Cooper and took his cock, sucking it. Back and forth, Louis sucked one then the other, as Travis and Cooper made out.
Cooper turned his back to Travis and bent over. As Louis sucked his cock, Travis bent down and rimmed his ass. Simon could hear Cooper moan and grunt, then hear his pleas.
“Fuck, eat me…eat me, don’t stop.”
Travis continued until Simon knew that ass had to be wet. Then he stood up, stroked his cock to full hardness, and moved up behind Cooper. He put his cock to the ass and Simon watched as inch after inch disappeared in the ass. Cooper moaned. Cooper shivered with the penetration. Cooper pushed his ass back to take more cock.
“Fuck! Fuck, push it in me,” Cooper cried out. He was loud, demanding in tone, and the cry echoed down the creek.
Travis held the waist and began to fuck. He tugged outward, then pushed back in, all the way, pressing his hips against the ass, while Louis sucked Cooper’s cock.
Travis didn’t last long, too aroused and horny, and he soon was fucking at a brutal pace, slamming cock into Cooper’s depths. The sound of skin smacking skin echoed down the creek and Cooper cried out, begging Travis to do it. Travis shoved inward all the way and kept jamming his hips against the ass and Simon knew he was coming.
Simon wondered what they would do next, but he didn’t expect to see Travis resume fucking, to just raise up and began a new, slow fucking Cooper in the ass.
“Louis,” uttered Travis.
Louis slipped from under the bent over Cooper and came to his feet. He stroked his cock while moving around behind Travis.
“No way,” Simon whispered as he watched.
Louis came up to Travis, raked his long cock across the ass, then pumped it between the cheeks. Travis bent over Cooper and Louis pushed him to bend over further until on Cooper’s back as he shifted his position. He put his cock to Travis’ ass and pushed.
Simon felt his hand go slick from his drooling cock as he watched Louis’s cock disappear into Travis’ ass. Louis pushed every fucking inch into him, grinding his hips against the ass. Then he pulled back, giving Travis move to room.
Travis moved between the Louis and Cooper, pushing cock into Cooper, then pushing his ass back on Louis. He swung his hips as much as he could, taking most of Louis, then burying his own cock in Cooper. He moved at a steady pace, making all three of them moan and utter obscenities.
Simon wondered what it would fill like to have his cock buried in Cooper’s ass and more enticing, what it would feel like to take Louis, to have every goddamn inch of that long cock buried inside him. He stroked his cock as the boys fucked. He locked his jaw to keep from crying out. Across the narrow creek, Cooper, then Travis cried out.
Travis reached around Cooper’s waist and took his cock, stroking it. As he fucked, he stroked until Cooper became animated, working his ass with their fuck. Then he shuddered, raised his head, and cried out.
“Fuck!”
Simon watched Cooper cum. A thick rope of cum arced through the air landing on the ground, then wad after wad erupted from the cock. Simon thought it a waste, all that cum shot over the ground, when he wanted to be on his knees sucking that spurting cock.
Then Travis came again, shoving into Cooper and shuddering and jerking with his second release, as Louis kept fucking him.
Cooper pulled away and Simon saw Travis’ dripping cock, then Louis moving from the ass, his cock ramrod straight and hard. Travis got down on the sand, rolled to his back, and held up one leg.
The angle was perfect for Simon as he watched Louis get on his knees, move up to Travis and bury his cock in the ass. He shoved every inch into it, making Travis cry out. He took the leg held up, pushed it out away from the body and started fucking. He fucked hard, at times the sound of it echoing down the creek. He fucked until sweating profusely, body glistening wetly in the sunlight.
“Jesus, you take forever to come,” exclaimed Cooper, who was stroking a renewed erection.
Simon was close and he let go of his cock to keep from coming. He had to wait until Louis came, filling Travis’ ass. He had to endure it until he saw that fucker get off. He watched how Louis moved, the undulation that revealed the muscle beneath the skin. He watched that long cock come into view then disappear.
Cooper dropped to his knees at Travis’ head, pushing his cock down toward the mouth.
“Suck me, bitch.”
It was a playful command, one Travis obeyed immediately, taking Cooper in his mouth.
As Louis fucked Travis in the ass, Cooper pumped cock in the mouth. Simon watched the three-way, almost breathless with his own arousal. He looked at the prone body lying in the sand. The small nipples, the half hard cock, the nut sac still drawn up tight.
Cooper was the first to cry out with release, pumping his cock in the mouth then pulling back as it erupted two more times spurting cum across Travis’ face. Simon watched while stroking his own cock, knowing he wouldn’t stop this time. He had to cum. He needed to cum. He stroked faster, as he watched Louis hammering Travis in the ass.
Simon was so close, he just knew he would come before Louis who seemed as if he could fuck until sunset. But as he felt the surge of release build, his cock grew thicker, more sensitive, he watched Louis fucked with an erratic rhythm, then shove into Travis’ depths. Louis kept jamming his hips against the ass, shuddering and jerking with release. Simon sprayed the ground with his own load.
Simon pulled back and sat on the ground. His hand was slimy with cum, and he licked it off as he listened the boys horsing around. He heard them splash in the creek, and he eased over, peering around the tree, where he saw Cooper bearhug Travis and take the two of them under. Louis was sitting in water up to his chest laughing at them. It made Simon smile at the playfulness of the three boys. How they could be so sexual, comfortable with each other, then just as playful afterwards, not embarrassed or ashamed of what they had done.
Crossed Paths
For days after the scene at the creek, Simon thought of it, fantasized about what it could have been like if he had joined in, and masturbated at night to the point of exhaustion as he replayed what he had seen. He stroked his cock imagining it was Travis doing it, or Cooper sucking it. He fingered his ass while stroking his cock, imagining Louis was fucking him.
He rode his bicycle to fatigue himself and to go down to the creek to that isolated spot hoping to catch the three boys doing it again. He found the place empty, quiet, with only the sound of a breeze through the tree canopy and bird song. He stripped naked, splashed around in the creek and masturbated until shooting another load into the cool waters, hoping the boys would discover him. He was always alone. He left spent but unsatisfied.
The next Thursday evening, Simon was home alone. His parents had gone to visit relatives in Tallahassee. There was leftover lasagna in the refrigerator, but he was stir-crazy and didn’t feel like going through the process of warming it up. He slipped on a T-shirt, a plain white one that revealed his muscular upper body, and with his favorite jeans, a bulging crotch that showed his horniness and a round ass he was proud of.
Fifteen minutes later, Simon was driving into Madison. Traffic was light and signs lit up the main road. The closed parts store, the convenience store with trucks and SUVs getting gas, the fast-food joint with a line at the drive-thru. He knew there was a new Mexican restaurant in town, occupying the old diner space across from the bank, and he drove past the strip center and fast-food joint, heading for downtown.
It was obvious where the restaurant was located because it was the only section of Main Street with all the parking spaces taken. Simon pulled past the restaurant and saw there was no line, knowing most would have arrived early, no later than six or six thirty. He glanced at his watch, seeing it was after eight. It would allow him to get seated quickly. He parked next to a Honda Civic, an older model with Si badges and a lowered suspension. He assumed it was probably a Latino’s car because he knew they loved the Honda brand.
He entered the restaurant to find it more occupied than he realized. The booths along both walls were full, the large tables down the middle of the room and the two-tops across the front wall were taken. In the back was a bar, and he saw two empty stools on one end and one between a guy sitting alone and a couple on the left end.
Simon headed to the bar, intent on taking the stool on the right end, when he noticed the guy sitting alone was Louis Murphy. He was tempted to sit next to him, pretend he knew him better than just some guy in the community, but he didn’t want to come across wrong, so he slid onto the stool at the end. He glanced over and saw Louis was reading the menu.
“What can I get you to drink?” asked the bartender.
“Sweet tea,” Simon replied as the bartender set a menu in front of him.
When his drink order, he watched the bartender step over to Louis and take his order, then step back over to him, taking his order. When the bartender went to a register to put them in, he looked over at Louis catching him staring back.
“Your one of the Murphy boys…Louis?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Simon—”
“Collins. I know who you are. You were two years ahead of me in school.”
“So, you must be graduated now. Are you going to college in the fall?”
“Yes. I just got back getting my dorm and final paperwork completed.”
“I remember you in high school. You hung out with the Bradberry boy. Their farm is down below Black Springs Creek.”
“Travis.”
“Yes. And there was a third in your little group. The Anderson boy, no that’s not right.”
“Cooper Gibson. He lives near me.”
“I guess you guys will get split up now.”
“Not Travis and Cooper. They’re going to Florida State together.”
“Really. That will be nice for them.”
“Yes.”
This time the voice sounded different. Not neutral as before, but sad in some way, and Simon assumed Louis was thinking he would be left out.
“Your order,” said the bartender, placing a plate in front of Louis. “Your order is coming up next,” he added, turning to Simon.
Simon watched the bartender step around the corner and almost immediately come back with his order. Once it was in front of him, he glanced over to see Louis eating. He wondered if he should let him eat, but he wanted to continue their conversation. He wanted to draw the boy out for it was obvious, sitting here alone, Louis was introverted.
He considered what that meant. How it was Travis and Cooper who were the outspoken ones, the two that led Louis around, who was willing to follow.
“What are you majoring in?” asked Louis.
It surprised Simon that Louis was the one to continue their conversation. But he heard hesitancy in the voice, knowing Louis was struggling with what to say.
“Engineering. Electrical engineering. What about you? What will you be majoring in?”
“I wanted to major in art, but dad said…”
Simon saw the face turn red, and Louis looked away for a second, then back around, face composed.
“I’m majoring in architecture,” said Louis.
“Wow, I’ve heard rumors about that degree. They say the building is never locked for someone is always there working on a project.”
“It’s true.”
“Hey, wait, are you going to Auburn?”
“Yes.”
“That is where I’m going.”
“I heard that from my sister. I might see you on campus…but I doubt it from what they tell me and where the architecture building is located. I think you’re on the opposite side of the campus.”
Yes, along the north side close to the center of town. But architecture is not your first choice.”
“No, but I get why dad was against it. What would I do with a degree in art.”
“Teach?”
“I think most do.”
“Do you think architecture will be creative enough for you?”
“Maybe, but I can always paint as a hobby.”
“I’d consider it a side gig instead of a hobby.”
“Hopefully.”
Before he realized it Louis was finished and calling for the check. He was nearly finished but didn’t want Louis to see him rushing despite his desire to leave at the same time.
Watching
Simon rode his bicycle to the fire lane every day for the next three days, trying to catch the boys there. He would ease down to the creek but before he got to it knew no one was there. The woods were silent, and once at the creek saw the slow swirling waters, undisturbed by any boys horsing around. On the third visit, he waded across and sat on the downed tree, the place he had first seen Louis. He replayed the events of that day, getting aroused to the point he began to manipulate his cock through the bicycle shorts until the head pushed past the waistband.
He looked around, up the path the three boys had used, then into the woods surrounding him, wishing the boys would show up. He felt his arousal, a horniness that was worse than at any time in the past. Not even his roommate in the dorm coming out of the bathroom naked made him feel as he did now. He undid the bicycle shorts, raised his ass, and pushed them down until at the knees. He toyed with his cock, stroked it, then lay back on the tree and held it vertical, slowly stroking it. Sunlight hit his chest, and it warmed his skin, adding to the heat he felt within. Sweat beaded up on his skin and it made him feel loose, relaxed in his skin. He sat up and tugged off his T-shirt, carelessly tossing it on the ground. The shorts dropped to his ankles, and he freed one foot, then kicked off the shorts with the other. He lay back naked with his cock fully erect. He swung one leg over the tree. The trunk forced them wide apart. He tilted his head back and looked upside down toward the path wishing the boys would walk out and find him stroking his cock.
Simon wanted release. He wanted to get off in the worse way. He stroked his cock faster determined to get that release. He sweated and gasped for breath and his body tensed. He neared release, felt his body responding in the familiar way as his cock seemed to grow bigger, more sensitive, and he locked his free arm behind his neck and spread his legs as wide apart as he could. Then he came. He cried out as a thick rope of cum fell across his face, then wad after wad rained down on his chest, stomach, then dribbled down his cock as he slowed his hand. The smell of cum filled the air and his body was covered in it and sweat.
He sat up and turned. He froze, not believing what he was seeing. Louis was standing at the edge of the clearing. The shorts were undone enough to free a very hard cock and there was a glazed look in the eyes. But Louis quickly realized Simon was looking back, and while uttering something, shoved his cock back into his shorts and ran.
Simon tripped trying to get off the tree, falling onto the ground. He rose quickly, covered in sand, and ran naked toward the path. Louis had a head start and he knew the path would come out into an open field or by one of the roads, and he slowed to a stop as he uttered Louis’ name.
Circling the Prey
Simon looked for Louis. For two days afterward he went to places that Louis might be. He rode his bike all the way to Sawmill Road, a narrow slag road that cut through pine until coming to a group of houses, most built in the seventies and early eighties, that everyone knew as Brooks Village. It was named after the family that originally owned the land, and it was here that Louis Murphy lived, along with his friend Cooper Gibson. Riding along the road, looking at the Murphy house, seeing it was quiet, no one stirring about.
He went out to lunch and dinner, first the burger joint in front of the Piggly Wiggly, then the diner in downtown Evergreen. He went to the creek and found himself alone.
On the third day, he saw Louis. At the burger joint with his two friends, huddled up in a booth at the back of the dining room. That evening he saw Louis in the department store that was just north of Brewton. He had been in the pet food section and Louis passed the aisle. Then he saw him in automotive where he had gone for windshield washer fluid and Louis entered the aisle at the far end, stopping to look at rubber floormats.
After picking which brand he wanted, he turned to see Louis was gone.
The next day, frustrated at the missed opportunities, he went for a bike ride. As he rode, he got lost in thought, wondering if Louis was avoiding him. If so that meant he had no interest in him. At the intersection of 442 and 87 he looked at the vehicles in front of the general store, wondering if one belonged to Louis. He turned south and stood on the pedals determined to work out his frustrations. A mile down the road a Chevy truck eased past him. He saw it was Louis and started to wave when Louis sped up, slipping back into his lane and motoring away.
Simon watched the truck disappear around a curve knowing he would not see again.
The next day, Simon lounged around his room for most of the morning listening to music and playing video games. After lunch with his parents, he was wired. To anxious to stay inside a minute longer. He put on bicycle shorts and tank top, grabbed up his helmet, and headed out.
The sun was hot, and he was soon sweating profusely as he kept up a hard pace, legs working tirelessly. For mile after mile, he pedaled. For uphill inclines, he stood on the pedals not losing any speed. By the time he got to the fire lane, he was breathing hard and so thirsty, he drained half of his water bottle. He turned the bicycle toward the ditch and rode across, over the mound of dirt blocking the fire lane, and headed for the creek.
Simon eased through the woods, making his way down the incline as his heart raced in his chest. Halfway to the creek he heard them, the boys horsing around. They were finally back at the creek and the thought of it made his cock stir.
He came to the large tree that would easily conceal him, and he peered around it to see almost the same scene as before. Travis and Cooper kissing while fondling each other, their shorts around their ankles. Simon looked at their cocks, how each one became erect and angled outward from the muscular bodies. He watched them take each other in hand and stroke, not once slowing their kissing.
He looked to his left at Louis, shirtless, fondling himself through his shorts, not yet shed of them. It was too much. The very idea of the sex to come made his own cock harden. He slipped his shorts down and stroked to full erection. Then he moved around the tree and into the creek, determined to join the boys. He saw Louis look up shocked, but Travis and Cooper only smiled, as if they knew he was there.
“We wondered when you would show up,” said Cooper.
“Louis was a wreck waiting on you,” joked Travis.
“Travis,” said Louis.
“So, you’re waiting on me to come join you,” said Simon.
“Yes,” said Travis, answering for Louis.
Simon wanted to go to Louis, but he sensed it was better to go to Travis and Cooper first. He moved up to them and Cooper took his cock as Travis cupped the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss.
Lips moved from his own to his neck then up to his ear.
“Louis would never make the first move,” whispered Travis. “But he really likes you. He’s followed you for two days.”
“Really,” Simon replied in a whisper.
“Louis,” said Travis.
Simon turned to see Louis stand up, shorts and underwear dropping around his ankles. He stepped out of them and moved to the guys, hard cock flopping back and forth. As he came up to Simon, Travis, and Cooper, Simon reached out, and as Travis had done him, he cupped Louis by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Gradually, the four separated, Travis and Cooper moving away from the creek and Simon and Louis moving into the shallow waters, only ankle deep.
Simon and Louis manipulated the others cock, stroked them until the were dripping.
“Will you let me?” said Louis.
Simon was surprised but pleased. He pulled back and smiled at Louis. “Of course.”
Louis fingered his ass, nipped at the skin along the shoulder, then the right nipple making him cry out. He was guided to turn, to bend over, to reach back and spread his ass, and Simon looked between his legs watching Louis move to him. He felt the hard cock rub along his ass, then slap each cheek. When the cock pressed against his tight opening, he held his head up, sucking in air, as he pushed back on it.
As Louis pushed into his ass, Simon looked over and saw Cooper on his hands and knees with Travis fucking him. As Cooper rocked with Travis’ fuck, he felt the fullness of Louis’ penetration. Hands took his waist, fingers digging into the flesh, and Louis started fucking. A steady fuck, pushing in nearly all the way, then tugging outward, over and over, and Simon dropped his head and closed his eyes.
Louis increased his pace, fucking harder and harder, until the sound of hips smacking against Simon’s ass echoed along the creek.
“Fuck Louis, tear that ass up,” said Travis.
Yeah, Louis, tear my ass up, thought Simon as he looked along his body at his cock flopping around, hitting his thighs and at times smacking his abdomen. He rocked forward with every shove into his depths, shocked at how physical the shy Louis became during sex. The fingers tightened and Louis hammered his ass.
Simon dug his fingers and toes into the sand. He dropped to his elbows and relaxed to Louis’ fuck, rocking easily with it. He felt a hand slide up his back and grip his neck. It pushed him down until his face was pressed into the sand. And hips kept smacking his ass pushing cock into his depths.
The hand moved to the back of his head and soon grabbed a handful of hair. He was tugged up onto his knees where Louis bearhugged him around the neck. He was pulled back against the lean body. He gasped for breath as Louis kept up their fuck, hips smacking his ass with a steady rhythm. Lips touched his neck, then teeth nipped his earlobe. And Louis kept up their fuck, a brutal furious pace.
“Cum for me,” uttered Louis breathlessly.
A hand took Simon’s cock, stroking it roughly, furiously, and he shuddered with the manipulation. Then he came, too physically used to hold back. He shuddered and jerked as his cock ejaculated wad after wad. Louis never slowed, kept fucking his ass as it spasmed around the cock pumping into his depths. Then Louis shoved into him roughly and shuddered against his back, pumping his load into him.
Simon opened his eyes to see Travis and Cooper laying on the sand, kissing and touching. Cooper tilted his head up looking back.
“I guess you found out our shy Louis is an aggressive fuck.”
“Yes…I did,” Simon replied, smiling at the way Louis had used him.
“Can we do it again,” said Louis.
“Yes,” Simon replied.
Simon found Louis moving around and laying back on the ground. He looked at the tall lean body. He looked at the dark brown eyes looking up at him. Then he looked at Louis stroking a slimy still hard cock.
“Simon…sit on it.”
Despite the aggressiveness of their fuck, Louis still sounded shy, unsure of himself, but Simon wasn’t going to be shy. He wanted that cock. He wanted to fuck himself on it. He wanted to look down on Louis as he moved up and down on it. And he wanted Louis in ways he couldn’t begin to describe as he moved over the narrow waist.
Simon looked down at the lean body, the skin darker than his own, looking so smooth as it glistened in the shadowed sunlight. He rose on his knees, feeling them dig into the sand. He took the slimy cock, slipped his fingers down then back up its length until he felt the flared head, then he held it up as he eased down.
The cock touched his ass, and he let his weight press down on it until it squeezed into him. He shivered at the feel of that cock sinking into his depths as he dropped lower and lower until sitting on the hips and his own cock drooled on Louis’ stomach.
Hands held his thighs as he began to move, up, then down, increasing his pace until in a hard fuck. He shifted his feet underneath him, leaned back, and worked his ass on Louis’ cock. Faster and faster, he pumped his ass up and down on it. He looked up to see Cooper sitting on Travis’ lap, kissing and moving his ass up and down. He watched them fuck. He watched Travis hold Cooper’s ass as it moved on his cock. He watched Cooper lean back, arcing his back, pushing his own cock against Travis’ stomach.
Fingers dug into his thighs, and Simon looked down at Louis. The eyes had a pleading look, one hungry and wanting. The fingers dug into his thighs again as he moved his ass up and down. He took every inch, over and over, slamming his ass down on that long cock. He took his own cock in hand and stroked as furiously as he moved his ass.
Louis began to pump his hips upward, and Simon knew he was close. Real close.
“Go on…pump it in me,” Simon uttered breathlessly.
Louis shoved upward and shuddered and jerked with release. He pumped his hips upward with every ejaculation. Simon held his ass over Louis letting him pump that spurting cock into him as he stroked his own. Then he cried out and shuddered with his own release. Cum roped up his chest then rained down on his abdomen until his cock just dribbled out the last of his load and he slowly smeared it along his cock, so agonizingly slow he shivered with the over stimulation.
Simon looked over in time to see Cooper shoot cum up Travis’ chest as Travis shuddered and jerked beneath him.
They horsed around the creek, lounged on the sandy bank, Louis shyly commenting at times, but mostly just smiling at what the others said. It was getting late by the time they dressed and headed back, Simon for his bicycle on the fire lane, and the three guys up the trail in the opposite direction.
Simon and Louis got together often over the summer.. At times just for lunch or dinner, and maybe a movie. But more often than not, they got together to fuck. For Simon to take Louis in a hard physical fuck that never failed to push him over the edge. When it came time to leave for college, there was an anticipation of life on campus, of having a freedom their rural community did not afford them. For Simon it was having Louis on campus ready to wear his ass out.
Epilogue
Charlie erased the incorrect answer to the physics problem he had just spent thirty minutes working out. He sat back frustrated. Maybe he needed to break down and ask for help. Lee down the corridor would know how to do the problem, but his explanations were always too detailed for Charlie to understand. He saw movement and looked up in time to see Ryan heading to the elevator. Ryan was Simon’s roommate, one who was gone all the time with his major requiring him to work in a studio or do research in the library. But it was Ryan that Charlie needed right now, because it was Simon who could help him with his physics problem. Simon would explain it where he understood it. He closed his notebook and textbook, wondering if Simon was in his room.
Simon’s voice, joking with someone, came from the corridor, and Charlie went to the door to see Simon and that freshman coming down it. Of all the guys Simon had fooled around with the last two years, none were like the freshman with him now. Most of the guys had been average in height and usually with muscular builds. But the freshman was tall with a lanky build, and Charlie had to admit there was something exotic about him. Maybe it was the shyness, how he smiled at times with a devilish grin. Or maybe it was the dark brown eyes that looked black, revealing nothing to those they stared at.
It was no secret that freshman was fucking the shit out of Simon every chance he got. And Simon gave him a lot of opportunities. Garcia and Mike next door to them relished the opportunity to tell everyone of the sounds coming from their room. The bed banging against the wall, the moans and grunts from the bathroom with they showered together, and Simon crying out, once begging the freshman to fuck him harder.
That got Simon a week of ridicule from the floor, all in good fun, but Charlie smiled at how it always made the freshman turn red in the face. How could someone Simon admitted was an aggressive physical fuck, be so shy and introverted.
“Hey Simon, can you help me with a physics problem?”
“Sure,” said Simon. He handed Louis his room key. “It’ll just take a few minutes.”
Charlie watched the freshman go to Simon’s door and enter the room as Simon stepped past him into his room.
“So, what’s the problem that is tripping you up?” said Simon.
“Momentum and energy.”
“Relativistic momentum?”
“Yep.”
“Yeah, that’s tough. Let me see the problem.”
As Simon sat down in Charlie’s desk chair, Charlie stooped down by the desk, forearms crossed on top with his chin resting on the arms.
“It’s serious, isn’t it?”
“You’re not talking about the problem, are you?”
“Nope. I’m talking about the freshman in your room, probably naked by now,” said Charlie, smiling mischievously.
“I hope he’s naked.”
“Nasty fuck. But this isn’t just someone to fuck around with, is it?”
Simon froze, then turned to Charlie smiling. “No, I don’t think so.”
