Enticed Pt. 8.2 -- True Nature

This is the second half of the eighth part of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

We decided to get a jump on the house cleaning by doing it Friday night instead of Saturday morning that week. We both wanted to get an early start exploring the area around Blaise’s old house. We were there by 10 Saturday morning.

We took a well-stocked cooler and some towels. I made sure to take my camera bag. It would help with a cover story if we happened to run across other people in the area.

To my surprise, the house was only about five minutes from my apartment just outside the city limits, but still very much in the “country” and secluded. The nearest neighboring house was almost a half-mile away in either direction. It was fairly close to the road, but several trees helped to hide it a bit. The dirt drive lead around the back of the white house to a small, single-car garage that looked more like what you would call a shed than a garage. Blaise wanted to park his truck in the garage to help hide it from passersby. But, I showed him that no one on the road could see anything behind the house. Besides, I said, his brother owns the house. He can come out here any time he wants. So, he stopped just outside of the somewhat dilapidated building.

I walked around the house and found that it was in good shape, apparently well maintained by Blaise’s brother. It was a good size, about the same size as my parents’ house. Blaise didn’t have a key, but said it had three bedrooms, a dining room and two full bathrooms. I was a little intrigued.

After checking out the house, we headed into the woods. Blaise found the old path he and Alan used to take on their clandestine outings. It was a little overgrown, but still usable.

As we came to a thinning of the trees, I stopped Blaise and pushed him against a tree. We kissed deeply for a few minutes. I began caressing him and unbuttoned his jeans. I freed his swelling dick and groped it and his balls as our tongues caressed.

I dropped to my knees and continued my tongue work with another part of his body. In a few seconds his cock filled my mouth and was bumping against my throat.

I suppose being alone in the woods had brought out a bit more of the animal in me. I was eager to give and take everything my friend wanted to take or to give. And, I thought it might be special for him to be done by me out here. In just a couple minutes he was giving me a mouthful. I stood up wiping him off my chin with my fingers and licking them clean.

As he zipped and buttoned his pants I walked around the other side of the tree. Something caught my eye.

“B, did you and Alan ever carve your initials into a tree out here?” I asked.

“Yeah. I think I remember doing that,” he said stepping around the tree.

On the opposite side of the tree where I’d just sucked his dick were carved the characters “A+B.”

“Holy shit!” I could almost see the cold chills running up his spine and the hair on his arms standing up. “That was us. We did the exact same thing against this very tree.”

“So, is it also us?” I asked.

I could see he was growing a little melancholy. But, he reached out and hugged me.

“It is now,” he said. “Maybe that’s Alan telling me everything’s OK, that he approves.”

“Well, thanks, Alan,” I said.

We turned and walked another minute or so to the edge of the pond. Where the path met the water, there was a small clearing that looked almost man-made. It was free of trees, logs or other growth besides a light carpeting of grass.

The path appeared to continue around the pond in both directions. I could see the treeline around the edge of the pond. Blaise said he didn’t know how large it was, but he remembered it taking a good thirty minutes or more to walk all the way around.

I had a backpack on one shoulder and my camera bag on the other. Blaise was carrying the cooler. I pulled out a couple beach towels and spread them on the grass. I pulled out my camera and took a few shots. It actually was very pretty with some real potential for nature photography and location portraits. And, maybe even some outdoor art nudes.

We both stretched out on the towels and opened a couple beers. It wasn’t long before Blaise had me on my back making out with me like teenagers. He kissed his way from my lips down my neck and back again. He slid his hand up my t-shirt to run his fingers through the hair on my chest.

I reached down to undo my jeans and release some of the pressure my hard cock was creating. Blaise sent his hand in immediately.

“Wait,” I stopped him and sat up. I took a good look around the pond.

When I was satisfied we were really alone, I bent down and untied and removed my boots. Blaise gasped when I pushed my jeans down.

I was wearing a pair of camo trunks I had ordered the day after we first talked about coming out here.

“I love them,” he said, his hands instinctively caressing them as they were just at his eye level while I was standing. “How’d you know I like camo?”

“I thought they’d be appropriate out here in the woods,” I said. “I just hope you can find me.”

“Very funny. Now, get back down here so I can go hunting some wild game.”

I dropped back to the towel without taking off my t-shirt. Blaise just lifted it and kissed a trail down my chest to my stiff meat now bulging my trunks to capacity.

He didn’t remove them or even pull them down my legs. He just pushed the waistband down far enough to release my cock and balls into the wild. He took a minute to stare at my sex longingly.

When he finally began his work, he licked over every inch of my dick and headed to my scrotum to do the same. He sucked one ball into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around it to make me moan. Then he gave the other the same treatment. By the time he returned to my cock, I was aching to feel his wet mouth on me, around me. When he finally closed his lips around me, even as excited as I was, I suddenly felt relaxed and content. It almost felt like returning to your own bed after a long trip.

He held me in his mouth still and quiet for a couple minutes, seeming to have felt the same sensation I had.

When he started moving, it was luxurious, sultry, sensual, sexy, loving. He was making love to me with his mouth there by that pond. He just went on and on. The passion - and my breathing - built slowly over long minutes.

Eventually, I began feeling the back of his throat with my glans. He was moving faster and taking me deeper with each stroke. It was almost sensory overload, the feeling of being deep in his mouth, feeling his hot breath on my skin, hearing the gentle lapping of the water and the birds and distant wind.

As Blaise built speed, I began meeting his strokes with my own thrusts. We sped up together until we were both at fever pitch and I felt my cock throbbing, aching for release.

All at once, he stopped moving his head and just held me in his mouth and began stroking my shaft with his hand. He started searching  my frenulum with the tip of his hot tongue. Finally, I shot hot streams of cum into his mouth and throat as he milked it from me.

When I was done, he licked me off his fingers and cleaned my wrinkling cock. I ran my fingers through his hair as I caught my breath

It was already hot and I was sweating. I pulled off my shirt, but pulled up my trunks. I wasn’t sure if I should put my jeans back on. Then, suddenly, I caught a faint sound. It sounded a bit like people talking.

I scrambled to get my jeans and boots back on. And, just a minute or so after I did, two men came into view on the path to our left.

They waved and continued up to us. They looked to be just a few years older than me, dressed much the same as me. They were attractive as far as I could judge men, fit, about average size.

They introduced themselves as Samuel and Evan.

Blaise asked them what brought them out to this remote pond on a Saturday morning.

Samuel said they were “brothers” checking out some real estate nearby and wanted to explore the area. Blaise already had told me that nothing in the area was for sale.

I explained that I was a photographer and my friend “Bruce” had brought me out to a pond where he grew up for some nature photography. We had decided to take a break since it was heating up. After all, the humidity always was higher near a body of water.

“Yeah,” Samuel said. “We - uh - like to find secluded spots, too. It’s hard for us to get together a lot unless we can find some privacy. So, we know what it’s like.”

As cryptic as he was trying poorly to be, I understood what he was getting at.

“Do you mind if we join you for a few minutes?” Evan asked.

They both squatted or took a knee within inches of each other. Blaise and I shared a look and secret grin.

“So, what kind of stuff do you two like to do together?” I asked.

They looked at each nervously.

“Y’know, the usual,” Samuel said.

“What’s your usual?” I asked. “We work together and spend most of our weekends together. How much do you enjoy each other’s company? Are you -- close -- ‘brothers?’”

“Oh, yeah,” Evan chimed in almost excitedly. “We’re very close.”

“We’re very good friends, too,” I admitted. “‘Bruce’s’ brother actually owns a house through the woods here I’m thinking about renting.

“What property were you looking at?”

“Uh - one just around the curve,” Samuel lied. “It’s on the other side of the pond.”

I offered them beer and Blaise and I opened one for each of us.

“So, what are you two really into?” I asked. “I mean, really?

“Do you just make out? Do you jerk each other off? What’s the story?”

“Uh.” They both were speechless and blushed. Then, suddenly, they both seemed to relax.

“Well, we’re just sort of - exploring, I guess you’d say,” Samuel said. “We aren’t really -- .”

“Are you actually brothers?” I asked. “Because that’s quite a kink.”

“No.” They both blushed again.

“We were sort of wondering if you two would like to do something together?” Evan asked, shyly.

“Like what, Evan?” I asked a little forcefully.

“Well, uh -- we’ve never done a real -- like, circle jerk or anything,” Samuel said.

“A circle jerk, huh?” I said. “Well, how about you let us watch you suck each other while we do the same?”

“Oh, we’re not into -- ,” Evan stuttered. “We aren’t really -- .”

“We aren’t up to that yet,” Samuel saved his “brother.” “We just jack each other off and stuff.”

“I see. Well, how about I let you watch my friend suck my cock until I cum while you two do whatever it is you want to do?”

“God! That would be amazing!” Evan exclaimed.

Samuel nodded wide-eyed.

I immediately got up on my knees and pushed my jeans and trunks down. Blaise got in position and began jacking and caressing my dick.

The other two started rubbing each others’ thighs as they sat staring at my brazenness.

As my cock grew to full size they both let out a small moan. They’re mouths actually dropped open when they saw Blaise begin licking and sucking me. By the time my meat completely disappeared into Blaise’s mouth, Evan and Samuel were groping each other’s dicks.

I had positioned myself to make sure they had a good view of everything Blaise was about to do to me. Within a minute or so they had their own dicks out and were handling each other.

Samuel’s dick was about the same size as Blaise’s. Evan’s, on the other hand, was probably only about five inches, if that. Samuel’s average-sized fist completely engulfed his “brother’s” little dick. I suddenly understood why they seemed amazed when they saw mine at full size.

As Blaise worked his magic, they became more and more aroused and were stroking each other harder and faster. As I felt my own arousal increase, I let myself put on more of a show and moaned much more and more loudly than I ever had for Blaise.

He must have caught on and followed my lead by moaning himself. We both began articulating our normal movements much more. He bobbed his head more than usual -- and more than he needed to. I began bucking my hips into his face in rhythm with his movements. It was almost like we were shooting porn.

In a couple minutes I was ready to blow. Blaise knew exactly how to handle the situation. He pulled me out and began jacking me as hard fast as he could, spraying my cum into the air between us and the “brothers.”

The instant they saw my cum in the air, they both exploded on to each others’ hands. Evan exploded more into Samuel’s hand than on to it. As they watched me cum and came themselves, they each moaned breathlessly. Evan sounded almost like a girl.

Blaise and I cleaned up and I pulled my jeans up. The other two were struggling to clean themselves up, apparently embarrassed at the situation.

“That was amazing,” Samuel finally said. “We’ve never seen that in person before. That was so hot!”

“We’re very good friends,” I said. “We do everything together.”

“How long have you been together?” Evan asked.

“Six months,” Blaise finally spoke up.

“That’s all?” Samuel was amazed. “We’ve been doing this for two years.”

“Everybody has their own pace,” I said. “You do what’s comfortable until you want something more.

“We moved fast because I wanted to explore and try stuff. ‘Bruce’ let me set the pace and he let me try what I wanted to try when I wanted to try it. I was just eager to try things at a faster pace than some people. That’s all.”

“God, you guys are a hell of couple,” Samuel said. “You’re really an inspiration.”

They both stood up.

“Maybe we’ll see you around some time,” Evan said, still obviously nervous.

“We’ll see ya,” I said.

“Thanks for the beer,” Samuel said as they walked back the way they had come.

“That was mean,” Blaise said as we watched them walk away.

“That wasn’t mean,” I said. “We gave them a free show.

“They were lying to us and to themselves. Plus, they were trespassing. And, you played along -- quite well, I might add.

“Besides, a couple strangers just walked up to us out of the woods? That was almost some ‘Deliverance’ shit right there.”

“They’re lying to themselves?” Blaise asked. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I’m enjoying the only man I’ve ever loved,” I admitted, a little pissed at the insinuation. “I have absolutely no desire to be with any other man. I find no man attractive in any way whatsoever. And, yet, here I am, sucking and fucking you like your slave and treating you like my fucking owner.

“I don’t know if I’m homosexual or bisexual or confused or a sex addict with a very willing dealer. What I do know is that I have a VERY special friend with whom I can share every part of myself. And, with whom I can only fully communicate my feelings to through physical affection. And, sometimes -- most of the time -- that manifests in a sexual way. We’re friends. We’re brothers. We’re lovers. We’re more than all three combined. At worst, I’m confused. But, I’m not lying to myself or to you.

“In all honesty, Blaise White,” I said staring boldly into his eyes, “I love you and I don’t understand why or how. But, that’s the truth of it.”

Blaise’s eyes teared up instantly.

“Holy shit,” he squeaked. “You know -- .”

“Yes, I know you’ve been in love with me from the very beginning,” I interrupted. “I never said anything. I’ve tried to never take advantage of that. Your feelings for me were special to you and to me. All I can say is that I share them, just in my own odd way.”

“I -- I -- ,” Blaise finally was speechless again.

“Stop trying to find something to say. You’re not good at it,” I said. “Now, give me another beer. I want to drink too much.”