Sex in various places

I was in a rock and roll garage band all through out high school. The guys in the band were all a few years older than me and one guy in particular was great potential conquest material.

Brian was not too bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that arranging a situation were I could fuck him without any of our other friends finding out was next to impossible. Not that I didn't try on a regular basis. And Brian was a horny boy who, although he mainly liked girls, was nevertheless intriqued enough by the exotic alternative I offered.

My various attempts at facilitating a suitable and discreet rendezvous were never out and out rebuffed. But fate would frustrate my every attempt.

I would go over to his house on a hot summer night after band practice and convince him to set up his tent in the back yard so we could "camp out" and he would eagerly set up the tent and we'd crawl inside and strip to our underpants and one night I remember in particular we were just starting to get a little frisky ,not anything yet overtly sexual but sort of roughhousing it in the way that inevitably leads to more.

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And of course, wouldn't you know it but his younger brother heard the commotion and came out to join in the fun. His presence precluded my persuing my seduction to it's delicious fruition and later on that night when they had both finally gone off to dreamland in their sleeping bags, I slowly and quietly gave my self the release I by then so badly needed.

Another time we drove off to the beach together with a load of friends. All of us ended up drinking way too much blackberry brandy and Ripple (dont ask) and Brian and I straggled off shit-faced through the dunes He fell face first into the sand in a stupor and mumbled something about how horny he was.

Then he started to moan. An opening! I fell down next to him and started to slide my hand down over his unbelievably succulent ass. He moaned again a little deeper. Before I could pull his swim trunks down over those delectable hills of madness-inducing flesh, I heard the approaching voices of the others in our inebriated party coming over the dunes towards us. Brian quickly rose up to his feet (Oh sure he was real drunk, huh?) and ran off in their direction. I suppose to pre-empt anyone finding us in the first stages of flagrante delecto.

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I had to remain in a feigned state of coma since if I had stood up straight away, my screaming erection would no doubt reveal to everyone the real reason why I had dragged Brian off away from the rest of the gang for the relative seclusion of the dunes. Once again, foiled! Later on that summer we played a gig at another beach resort .

Late one night after the show I stumbled into the small room Brian and I shared, hoping to find him at long last alone and willing but instead he was busy fucking some gal he had picked up at the bar earlier. I knew they had heard me enter but they pretended that they hadn't and kept on pumping away as if I wasn't there.

I stood and watched the sheets rise and fall, Brian's ass making a double impression in the blanket on the upstroke and his toes ,which were poking out from under the sheets would curl on the downstroke as he slid into her and he'd make a soft grunting noise.

I remained in the door way transfixed by the sight of him in such obvious pleasure, despairing of ever finally getting that cherry myself. I was about to quietly make my exit and play along that I never really saw them in the act when a curious thing happened.

The girl, and I'm sure she too knew I was in the room, slowly lifted the sheets and blanket up over Brian' legs and thighs and finally those ass cheeks I dreamt of devouring so many nights, jerking my self off to a sweaty climax each time. I was numb with desire and shock.

She was obviously doing this for my benefit, displaying for my delectation the sweet treasure of his cock, balls and ass as they worked in tandem to pleasure her hot little cunt. And Brian played along in her cruel display by opening his legs just enough to show me the sight of those round tight nuts and surprisingly well-proportioned cock as it plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew into her pleasured hole.

I slowly approached the bed, my plan to get out of my pants, wet myself with spit and move in between Brian' legs and press my cockhead against his cherry hole and while he pounded away at her sopping cunt, plug his nasty funkhole good and proper for once and for all.

But as I moved closer the bitch lowered the sheets back over my prize, my grail!! , Brian's sweet virgin ass and its tuft of brown fur that thickened at the crack. She covered up from my eyes the one piece of human real estate I would have gladly signed a lifetime mortgage to take title to; those duel handfuls of unblemished ass. I remember pushing my tongue out between my lips as she teasingly lowered the blanket.

Oh to run my expert tongue into that hairy groove deeper and deeper, up and down the length of his fulsome crevasse till I found that motherlode of musty funk signaling me I had at last reached my goal, that tiny ass sphincter puckered and tightly wound like a new pink rosebud. I could gently pull apart the hairy portals of his ass cheeks and drill his tight donut with my tongue, coaxing it to loosen for me, pushing the length of it as far as I could ,listening to his moans of pleasure as he discovered the joys of butthole depravity.

But before I could act she brought the curtain down completely so to speak. Brian started to move harder and faster in and out of her and soon cried out in muffled gasps as he came all at once. I backed up quickly and fled noiselessly from the room still imagining the taste of his funk on my tongue. I stumbled senseless out into the night air and walked across the street to the beach.

I found a secluded place in the dunes and undid my pants and sat back in the sand to work my cock. With the vision of Brian' loins and ass pumping that unworthy twat still fresh in my mind I pumped my prick in no time to a satisfying hot release, my spunk arcing up through the cool night breeze and into the sand. As I came, I imagined the sight of those balls swinging from behind and the length of his cock as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of the folds of her pussy.

I kept jerking my cock until every last drop was spent and shot. There was alot of jism to let fly but soon the intense pleasure of cumming ebbed away and I was left with my poor tool red and sore from the furious pounding it had just been subjected to.

I stood , zipped up my jeans and headed back to the cottage and our shared room, my prick still semi-hard. By the time I entered, they were both fast asleep. I undressed and crawled into my bed, somewhat sated by my wank session in the sand but still unfulfilled. The next morning everyone pretended that the incident never happened. I was delirious with a mix of rage and desire.

It took many weeks to gather my composure and start my crusade anew. How I finally got his nut is somewhat anticlimactic discounting how many times we had come close to actually enjoying a union of sorts. It happened in a van on the way back from a gig in Portland ME. very late I'd say about 3:00.

But really the exact time doesn't matter in the telling because it took the whole length of the ride home, nearly 5 hours, for me to finally accomplish my mission. The band owned an old van that could just barely accommodate the equipment and three people. The front passenger seat was missing and so it was easier and more comfortable for two to ride in the back on a foam cushion.

I some how managed to arrange for myself and Bri-boy to ride in the back while an old friend of the band did the driving. His name was Tommy and, being an insomniac, he was more than happy to do all the driving. We often invited him along for the night to help out. I made sure that I took charge of arranging the equipment in the van while we were loading out after the gig so that I could create a little private area in the back.

I think Brian sort of knew what I was up to since he helped me in the arranging. Soon we finished packing and the three other band members got into the guitarists car and headed out to the turnpike. Tommy got into the front seat as Brian and I arranged ourselves for the ride home on the foam mattress and a "long sleep".

At first it seemed that Brian did drop right off into a sound sleep and I started to have my doubts as to whether he was really game or if it was just my horny imagination running away with me. Remember, nothing overt had actually taken place between us and the few incidents that had occurred could easily be explained as something else. That's one of the sweet frustrations of being queer.

You can never be certain about anothers intentions until the actual act commences and even then things often go wrong. But I was 18, all horned up, and immortal so the fear of being rebuffed or worse was not equal to the strength of my teenage desire and I decided that hell or high water, tonight he was mine for the having.

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