Gang of Five

by Douglas

Chapter 13

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We did a quick splash in the surf, before climbing back into our condo; just in and out, barely getting wet.  The ocean near San Francisco is just too cold for swimming without a wetsuit, mostly.

Well, unless you’re Zach; he had to go in a little deeper, and do a surface dive underneath a breaker, then he came up, rode up the side of another swell, shaking the water out of his eyes, so I had to try the same thing --

Yeah.  It’s too cold for swimming. 

So we came back out of the water, pulling each other along, and climbed back up the rocks and over the timbers of our condo, wet, and a lot colder, now, and stood there, toweling ourselves and each other off; maybe being a little more obvious than we should have been, looking back on it, but it was just too wonderful a day to worry about it.  And maybe running into Wasabi and the two boys left us a little -- stoked.

After the cold ocean, lying on the warm sand -- in the almost-sunlight -- well.  Pure happiness; pure bliss.  Utter comfort.  Just look at sea lions, at Pier 39 or anywhere along the coast; check out their expressions.  Like I said.  Pure bliss.

I’m told it’s not nearly as wonderful, if you’re wearing a wet, sandy swimsuit.  But I could barely remember doing that, at the beach.

Lying there, warm, dry, Zach’s arm over my stomach, touching Tim and Jarod -- was just about perfect.

So, we lay there, warming and drying and relaxing, for a time, pillowed on each other.

Any other day, I might have drifted off to sleep; but my heart was still beating faster than normal, and I had to keep myself from tossing and turning.

I was waiting.  For somebody else to make a move.

See -- we always used to be on a kind of common wavelength, when it came to starting sexual stuff.  I wasn’t sure if we still were; I’d only been back a week, and we’d only gotten together once more, since that first weekend, at Zach’s house.

But before I left -- well.  We all knew each other; we knew what we liked, what we didn’t like; we knew each others’ moods.  As far as I could remember, it was never much of an issue, when to start things; we were all ready, or we weren’t.  We just knew.

Or maybe, at thirteen, we were just always a least a little ready.  Looking back, I’m not sure, now.

Still.  This was going to be a bit of a big moment for me; and I, well, just wanted to time it right.  I wanted it to be right for all of us.

When it happened, it was pretty much as I remembered it.

None of us was asleep; just resting.  First Zach moved, a little, beside me, and rolled over onto his back, and I snuggled up against him, my head on his shoulder, feeling his arm around me.

Silence, again; except for the sounds of the breakers, and the birds.  Then I heard a kind of contented noise, from Jarod, as Tim did something to him; and Jarod’s free hand, resting on my side, gave a quick, affectionate little squeeze . . .

And then Zach stretched, underneath me, and Tim sort of giggled as Jarod did something back to him, and I ran my hand back to Jarod’s upper thigh, caressing it, briefly --

And I reached over Zach to where my shorts were, and felt around in the pockets, and found the tube, and propped myself up on my elbow as I opened it up.

“Mmmmm-mmmmm?” from Zach, his eyes still closed.

“Shhhhhhhh.”  I smeared a dollop of jelly on my middle finger; then carefully, carefully smeared my finger onto his left nipple, getting it really greasy.

“Mmmmph!”  Zach jerked, and opened his eyes.  The lube was a lot colder than his nipple.

“I said, ssshhh.”  I worked on his nipple with my slippery fingers; playing with it, pinching it, a little -- almost impossible to do, with greasy fingers -- flicking my fingertips over it --

Then I squeezed out another cold dollop of lube, and started in on his other nipple.

It wasn’t exactly a spur-of-the-moment inspiration.  I wanted the afternoon to be all about lube; and besides, Zach always used to have really sensitive nipples. 

I really loved Zach’s nipples, when we were thirteen.  Not just because they were so cute; but also because it used to be so easy, to make him squirm . . .

Behind me, Jarod and Tim were moving against each other; but I could feel them looking up and over at us, and I wanted them to see it all, and be part of it, too; so I got up and straddled Zach for a second, his stomach smooth and warm against my balls, then I was halfway on his other side, all without leaving off working on his slippery nipples; and I found Tim’s face glowing with delight, watching, as Jarod worked on him, sucking and licking his milky skin where his neck met his shoulder.

Zach still squirmed, when his nipples were played with.  Or maybe it was just the lube; I don’t know.  But he was hard, and breathing fast, and jerking, a little, under my fingers.

I was glad.

“Ooooooo . . . ” he moaned out, at last, and his hands came up to hold mine at the wrists.  Not pulling me away; just holding me there, a second.  Slowing it down; controlling it.

So I straddled him again, lower, now, really sort of sitting on his dick and balls -- carefully.  And the warm lumpiness of his genitals felt so GOOD, against my crotch, and my bottom.

I looked up out of the condo, for a second -- nope, nobody really watching, as far as I could tell.  I bent down again, and kissed Zach, very carefully, on the lips.  With just a little flick of the tongue, to taste the inside of his mouth.

“Zach”, I said, my face inches from him, looking him in the eyes.

And that’s all it took.  I mean, we still knew each other that well, anyway.  I could see it in his face.

“Come on.  You promised,” I said, softly.  I was propping myself up with one hand; but still using the other one to work his nipples.  Slowly.

Tim and Jarod managed to roll closer to us, still tangled up with each other; they scrunched up the towel underneath them as they moved.  Tim was still peering out at us, and he reached out to play with me a little, with one hand.

“Oh, Jesus,” Zach moaned, as I worked him.  He looked up at me, with his face kind of scrunched up.  “Oh, Jesus.  I don’t want to hurt you, Christian.  I was going to, like, do some things with you, first.  To get you ready . . . ”

“Mmmmm,” I smiled down at him, still close.  “Sounds fun.  Like what?”

This time Zach actually smiled, a little crookedly.  Until I pinched his slippery left nipple, again, and he kind of moaned.  “Ooooof . . . . well, you know.”  Pause.  “I was going to use my fingers on you.  In you.  A lot.  And, and, I was going to spend a lot of time, uh, rimming you.  Get you really, really relaxed . . . ”

Zach was blushing, as he said it.  My Zach; blushing.  And breathing harder, now, underneath me.

“Shhhhhh.”  I leaned down closer, brushed his lips with my own again, then back out.  “You can still do all that to me.  You better.”  Another quick kiss, catching his lower lip between mine.  “But you should know, I’ve been playing with myself, down there, for awhile now.  With my fingers.”

“Hmmmm?”  He looked up at me, gently; and now I could feel myself, blushing.  A lot; I knew he could see it.

It was true.  Ever since that last night before I moved, when we rimmed each other, for the first time -- I’d sort of started to play with myself, anally.

Usually with my fingers; and whatever lotion I could find.

Usually thinking about Zach.  And Zach’s body.  And his beautiful face.  And his beautiful dick.  Penis.  And this moment; right here, right now.

I felt Tim’s fingers leave my thigh, and trail back towards my butt; and then INTO my butt, into my crack, and trail lightly, just lightly across my anus; little movements.  It was perfect; and I leaned over and kissed him, and then Jarod, as he came up for air and turned towards us.  And then back to Zach; leaning in close to his face, again, feeling Tim’s fingertips move and wriggle in my crack, on my perineum, on my anus, feeling Jarod’s hand coming out and lightly wrapping around my own dick.

“So.  I want you inside me, now.  I want you to come inside me.  Now.  Okay?”

Zach’s arm snaked around my neck, and pulled me down, and we were kissing, and our tongues were sliding against each other; and, with everything I was feeling, just then, and with me about to get FUCKED for the very first time, and knowing it, well, it was -- it was hot. 

Maybe we are hot boys.

When he let me, up, he just whispered, “Lie down,” to me, and moved aside, as I pushed down flat on my stomach, where he’d just been laying; feeling the dampness from the sea water from his body.  It felt good.

And then bodies were moving, and Zach crawled over me and behind me, brushing his hands all over my body as he moved, and Tim and Jarod rearranged themselves; and as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of Jarod peering out, above the logs of the windbreak, doing a quick scan of the beach; then he smiled down at Zach, and Tim gently squeezed one of my butt-cheeks, and his fingers moved around that most private part of me again, then out --

“I want you to relax,” Zach whispered; and then I felt his face move in close, his breath warm on my anus, and --

Ooooohhhhh, God.  Ooooffffffffftt --

I bucked, some; I jerked against him.  I admit it.  I was so, so ready for this; and it was so different from the other two times I’d done this, with him.  So different.

His tongue was slippery.  And strong; it slicked its way into me in no time, and I felt Zach’s hands holding my cheeks apart, as he PUSHED with his tongue, and kind of lapped around, then back in PUSHING, and probing, and moving, pressing one way, then another, and I pushed back against his face, wanting him deeper in me, and deeper still --

And Jarod was running his hands all over me, all over my back and my sides and my neck, massaging, squeezing, and then Tim was too, both of them trading off, first working me, then Zach as he lay out behind me, and I wanted to watch that, but I had to just lie still, because the feelings were so GOOD as Zach PUSHED and then PULSED his tongue into me, and then --

“Christian,” hissed Jarod.  “A little quieter, okay?”

“UUuuuhhhhhh . . . ” I managed to moan, meaning, I don’t know, I’d try, but maybe it was also a ridiculous suggestion, under the circumstances . . .

And Zach lightened up, just a little, probably in reaction; now kissing me, down there, now licking, nuzzling between my cheeks, giving me a chance to breathe -- and then, mouthing my anus more deeply, kissing me there, LOVING me there, and his tongue went in deep, deep, again --

And I let it.  I could feel myself, opening up to him; relaxing, letting him inside me, and I was so, so glad; because I could do it, and because I really, really wanted him inside me . . .

And then Zach was pulling back; and I felt myself wet, and open, and the cool air moving across the wet made me cool down there, but his hands holding me open, and his breath as he looked at my anus was warm.

“Let’s try something,” he said, and gave one last intimate lap on my anus, and I shuddered, and moaned out again.  Then I felt hands rolling me over, onto my back; and I could see the sky, and the gulls overhead.  And then those three sets of hands were hoisting my legs up, hoisting my whole lower body up ‘til I was bent almost double, just my shoulders and neck and upper back on the towel; and Zach reappeared between my legs, and I was so, so, so open and exposed to him, and I locked eyes with him as he slowly, deliberately went back to work on my whole anal area with his mouth and tongue, licking, lapping, then tonguing his way DEEP inside me, again --

“Shhhhhh!” from Jarod, again; I barely registered it, as he swiveled his head around the horizon, again. 

I’d never been so erotically charged, so utterly turned on, before; my dick was so, so hard, so -- well, it felt swollen, really, too, and so sensitive, that when Tim touched it I made an almost-screaming sound and sort of knocked his hand away, and Jarod clamped his hand over my mouth --

I didn’t know rimming could be like that.  I hadn’t even dreamed up a position like that; looking up at Zach, as he worked on me, my legs, my ass so totally spread and open to him --

It’s a wonder I didn’t come right then.  I almost did.

I pity any gay boy who has never been rimmed, in that position.  By someone who really loves to do it.  If you haven’t tried it, yet -- find a way.  I mean it. 

I also pity any gay boy who has never been rimmed by Zach.  I really and sincerely do.

They just don’t KNOW.

Just thinking about it -- makes me cross my legs, as I write this.

But at the same time -- there were other things going on, to make it so wonderful.  The hands; Tim’s and Jarod’s all over me, on my nipples, by balls -- even though I wouldn’t let them touch my cock.  I mean, being worked over by three beautiful, horny, naked boys at once would be enough to make ANYBODY ready to spurt his brains out the end of his dick, and I still wasn’t used to it.  Just a week ago, I was limited to wanking myself off in bed at night. 

And -- there was the whole beach factor.  Here we were, on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, with warm, foggy glow of the sun, and the sounds of the breakers, and the feeling of warm skin against mine, in the cool breeze that flowed over the windbreak, and -- just maybe, that little tingle of danger, of being seen, or heard . . .

“Ummmmmppppphhhhhh!” I said, into Jarod’s warm hand.  Looking into Zach’s eyes.

“What?” he said, coming up for air.  His mouth was all wet and sloppy; I so wanted to kiss it, lick inside it.

I panted for a second, as Jarod took his hand away; me still on my shoulders, ass up and sensitive and open.  “I’m so ready,” I said, and couldn’t find any other words.  I just put it into my look.

“Almost,” he said, and then he was coming up between my legs, face up to mine, and I was doing what I wanted, kissing and mouthing him, my tongue slick on his, tasting his mouth that had just been pleasuring me so deeply.

Those three sets of hands lowered me down, then, so I was on my back -- still with legs spread out, knees up -- and Tim handed Zach the tube of lube I’d brought with me, and Jarod began stroking the sensitive inside parts of my thighs as Zach squeezed the lube onto his fingers --

“Ooooohhhhhhhhh . . . ”  The lube WAS colder than my body, and it made me feel even more wet down around my anus, but Zach’s fingertips were swirling and moving and pressuring and teasing me, there, without going in, and then -- just a little -- one of his fingertips was in me, then out again, then in me, a little deeper, a little more aggressively -- moving around inside me, massaging my anal muscles --

“Zach,” I gasped.  “Zach; I can’t hold out much more.  Honest.  Just -- make it fast, okay?” 

I almost felt like begging.  I really, really, REALLY wanted to get fucked.  I really wanted Zach inside me; not an hour from now, NOW. 

My dick wasn’t quite as hard, now that his fingers were in me; that was normal, when I fingered myself while I was wanking, it took a few strokes to get it up to full stiffness.  But it was even more sensitive, felt even more swollen, this way; I was afraid I’d come, just from his fingers.

“Just a little more,” he said, looking down at me; and I felt another finger go in, and I squeezed it, it felt so good in me, and I saw his eyes widen, and I gasped again, as he penetrated me deeper, and his fingertips found my prostate --

“Wait!”  I put my foot on his side, and he froze.  “Ohhhhh . . . Jesus, Zach.  I almost lost it.  Okay; just wait a second?” 

My voice sounded funny, even to me.  Strained.

“This isn’t easy for me either,” he whispered, and I could see he was right.  His face -- his eyes were so wide, his mouth was so open, and his breathing . . .

“Okay.”  I squeezed down on his fingers, but I left my foot there, ready to push back on him if I needed to, and I felt those fingers move inside me again, gently, carefully, staying away from that spot that made my dick drool so bad.

And then another finger.  And I began moving my butt against those fingers, timing the moves to Zach’s probing, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, as Zach pushed, gently, in and out . . .

“Please!!” I moaned, shutting my eyes, and twisting my head on the towel; then I  looked back up at Zach.

“Yeah,” he breathed, and bent down and kissed me, again, deep -- keeping his fingers, inside me, unmoving.

And I couldn’t really see it, but I felt the motions, as Tim or Jarod -- I don’t know who -- took the lube; and I felt Zach’s body shudder against mine, as they carefully, carefully smeared the lube on his dick.  I even heard them whispering something to each other; something about being careful.  I was too out of it to pay attention.

And then the fingers were gone, and it felt so weird not having them in me like that; and then, -- with Tim and Jarod guiding things -- I felt the warmth and fleshy smoothness of Zach’s cockhead pressing against my anus, and it felt so GOOD, and I shivered again, in the cool breeze --

And I felt Zach’s gasp against my face, as he gently, gently pushed, and pushed, and my anal muscles just relaxed and opened up for him, and his dick slid into me, so, so smoothly . . . .

It’s supposed to hurt.  I KNOW it’s supposed to hurt.

But it didn’t.  It didn’t hurt me then; it hasn’t really hurt me, since, (except for one time when we ran out of lube, and we tried body wash, in the shower; that stung).

Instead, it made me feel -- full.  Totally full; but in a really good way.

And Zach’s dick felt so, so slick.  And so SMOOTH, inside me.  And alive; part of Zach, alive, inside me!  UP inside me, deep!!

“Are you okay?” he breathed, looking in my eyes.  Our faces almost touching.  I could smell his breath, and it was so intoxicating . . .

“Uhhhhhhhh . . . . ”  I was pretty much past any rational speech; I had my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs had (somehow -- I think it was Tim and Jarod, again) wrapped around Zach’s waist.

I didn’t have to say anything, anyway.  Zach knows me well enough.

He came back down, and our mouths met again; and as they did, and his tongue was in my mouth, he pushed, gently, deeper, and deeper, until our upper bodies were squeezed against each other, and my legs were holding him against me, as deep as he could go, and I was making a LOT of noise again --

And I realized I was trying to press my butt into his crotch, to take him in deeper; but Zach was as deep inside me as he could get.

That almost made me come, right there.  I mean, just knowing it, almost made me come; feeling his body in my arms, and knowing he was SO FAR inside me, so COMPLETELY inside me . . .

I think he felt me stiffen, because he froze; and he pulled his face back to look down at me.  Something in his face looked kind of wild.

“Okay?” he whispered.

I panted for a second, trying to fight off the orgasm.  Then, “Oh, yeah,” I managed to whisper back.

We stayed there, for a few seconds; kissing and nuzzling, afraid to move too fast.  I felt Tim and Jarod moving a little; I could still feel hands moving on me, on us, but part of me figured they were making out, pleasuring each other, as well as us.

Then Zach began to move.  Inside me.  He began to fuck me.

I pity any gay boy who has never been fucked by Zach.  Even more than the boy who has never been rimmed by Zach.

I mean -- no offense, to anyone.  I love my friends; and since this happened, I’ve fucked each of them, and been fucked by each of them.  A lot; except for Liam, anyway.  And -- we’re all good fucks.  (Tim is a really, really, REALLY good top, by the way; he just prefers, like me, to be the bottom.)

But Zach’s brilliant.  As we say in England.

He began slow.  Just kind of -- pulsing, inside me.  Moving his pelvis, just a little, in a few jerks, a few presses; letting me feel his slick cock, against my insides, and that made me gasp, again, and move against him.

 

He kept his face down, lips touching my neck, our upper bodies touching as well as we could, as he moved.  I could feel the puffs of his breath on me, as he shifted his pelvis a little more, starting a kind of rhythm, one side, another, up, down --

And he began -- pulling back, a little; then going back in, gently, and then back, a little bit, and then in, again, and just FEELING how deep his slippery cock went in made me shiver, and I moaned.

“Still okay?” he whispered, almost in my ear.  He stopped, a second.

“Uuuuhhhhh . . . huhhhh.”  I gulped.  “Ooohhhhhh . . . keep going . . . . ”  And I tried to squeeze him, down there, and I wasn’t sure he felt it, then I heard HIM gasp.

He came up for a second, and kissed me -- if you can call such wet, soft, passionate, mouthing a kiss -- and I put one hand on the back of his neck and kissed him some more, and he MOVED in me, again, further back, this time, then -- slowly -- back into me, but at just a slightly different angle, a slightly different pressure . . .

And just the feeling of Zach moving in me, impaling me, as he moved a little faster, now, a little less tentatively --

I can’t do it justice.  I can’t really describe it.  If you’ve ever been fucked -- beautifully, deeply, carefully, sensuously fucked -- you can put in your own words, your own impressions.  Maybe better than me.

But for me, it was --

the feeling of that whole area down, there, my whole anal area, being so stimulated and massaged and pushed, and the slickness, and the movement, and the TENSION it all created --

and the heat and warmth and SENSITIVITY of my whole groin, my own dick and balls; I was so, so, so close to exploding, just from the stimulation inside me, and what little skin to skin contact with Zach’s stomach, and it was so DIFFERENT --

and the incredible, unbelievable, feeling of something moving INSIDE me like that; something WARM, and smooth, and slick, and INSIDE me, something I couldn’t control, something that was this beautiful part of someone I LOVED --

And that was the key. 

In so, so, many ways; though it took me awhile to see it.

The sexual sensations, the ecstatic physical experience, of getting fucked -- yeah.  Of course.

But sex is just the physical expression of love; the body, the emotions, the way we love and relate to each other -- it’s all the same.  Sex, affection, love, -- different aspects of the same thing.

The thing I most remember about getting fucked by Zach, the first time, that day, was the incredible, unbelievable INTIMACY of the experience; of Zach, being inside me, making me feel like this.  All, absolutely all, of my barriers were down; I was so, so open to him, and as he began to move more in me, really beginning to thrust -- carefully, carefully, giving me so much pleasure -- so much of what I felt for Zach began coming back, how much I loved him, as a friend, but also this new, teenage Zach, with the new muscles, the new maturity, the new -- well, humanity -- and how much he was showing me he CARED for me with his gentleness, as he fucked into me --

“Christian?” he whispered, into my ear.

“uhhhhhh . . . .”

“Let me -- do this,” he breathed.

“uhhhhh . . . huuhhhhhh . . . ”

Zach pushed back on his hands, almost sitting up; and I unwrapped my legs, from around his waist, and he very, very carefully pulled out of me, watching my face, and the sensation as my anus closed up was incredibly weird -- yeah, another sensation of your-body-is-no-longer-your-own -- and, he gently moved me so that I was lying sort of on my side, and kind of pushed me into position, with my knees more up toward my chest, exposing my bottom, my anus --

And I dimly noticed, on my right, touching us, actually, that Tim was on his stomach, and Jarod was straddling his legs, breathing hard, his dick in Tim’s crack, just beginning to apply pressure, just pushing the tip of his penis into Tim’s anus --

And I put out one hand to rub Tim’s neck, as Zach moved back into ME, and I gasped, and it felt kind of weird again, at first, but also so GOOD, and intimate, and so, so FUCKED -- but in the good sense, the almost, almost, holy sense --

And Zach’s body was on me, now, I felt his weight on me, and his lips were on my neck, nibbling one ear, under my chin, and he was moving inside me, more, and we were all making sounds -- I know I was making noise like anything, and Jarod wasn’t putting his hand over my mouth, anymore -- and Tim’s face, turned to me, inches away, was just, swollen, with pleasure --

And Zach did something.  He changed his position; changed the angle he was fucking me; something.

I gasped, loud, and moaned, loud, and Tim’s first groan matched mine . . . .

Zach was hitting my prostate; but he was doing it so WELL, so DELIBERATELY; and he had a rhythm, and he just, didn’t, let, up, now, and it was push, push, push --

And Tim’s right hand somehow found my dick, swollen and leaking and about to explode all over the place; and at first his hand on my dick was shockingly smooth and shockingly warm, and Zach PUSHED PUSHED PUSHED --

I made noises I didn’t know I could make, and I exploded; I just exploded come out of my dick, all over the towel, all over Tim’s arm, I couldn’t have held it back for a second or done anything to change it --

And then Zach was whimpering, into my ear, and pressing on me so HARD, and I felt that part of him in me go so, so DEEP, and as I finished spurting all over Tim and the towel I felt him jerk on me, and in me, and finally -- finally -- I was getting Zach’s semen so, so deep inside me . . . .

Jarod went on fucking Tim, -- fucking him really beautifully -- beside us, as Zach collapsed, holding me, hugging me, still inside me, and I --

I was changed.  I was shattered.

Not in a bad way; a good way.  I know that now.

But I’d been turned inside out; I’d been penetrated, fucked, KNOWN, inside, and I’d had by far the most shattering orgasm of my life -- and the most shattering, well, emotional orgasm of my life.  Wet, penetrated, under gray sky, on the beach, with Jarod’s and Tim’s moans and gasps for a background, and the gulls calling overhead, and Zach’s panting in my ear, his warm, naked body covering mine in the cooling air . . . .

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