0 comments/ 73301 views/ 5 favorites New Adventures By: MrLucky Guy comes into a bar and orders a beer. Bartender gives him a draft beer and says, "Hey Buddy, you don't look so good, you OK?" Guy says, "I have the world's worst hangover. I tried Alka-seltzer; I tried a Bromo, aspirin. Nothing works." Bartender says, "Let me give you a tip. Whenever I have a real bad hangover, I have my wife give me a blow-job. Cures the hangover every time." Guy says, "Oh good, is she home now?" That old joke came to mind when I opened my eyes and wished I were dead on that morning after my liberty ashore with my buddy Pete. Waking up with a hangover on a Navy ship in a compartment full of noisy sailors is not good. I thought I was going to die and wished that it would happen soon. As I came back into the world of the sober, my mind began to work. A good memory is sometimes a bad thing. I began thinking about the night before with Pete. I seemed to recall we were drinking a lot of beer in some bar and were thumbing a ride back to the ship. Things got a little hazy after that. Rising from my bunk slowly, I worked my way to the showers, hoping the hot water would bring me back to something resembling a human being. I let the water run over my body and scrubbed off the beer smell. As I was showering I began to remember what happened in the car last night. It all came back to me and I wanted to crawl into the shower drain. I remember the guy in the front seat coming in back with me and Pete and sucking me off. I remember Cumming something fierce. Then the other guy did Pete. They did us again before dropping us off at the pier. Several thoughts were running through my aching head. Am I queer? Is Pete Queer? I was deathly afraid someone would find out. We could be bounced out of the Navy if word got out about what we did last night. It would disgrace my family. How can I ever live this down? I hated myself. Before I threw my dress blues into the laundry, I checked the pockets and found the piece of paper that the guy wrote his phone number on. It said, Larry & Moe, 555-7073. I had to laugh, "Larry and Moe!" I wondered if they had a friend named Curly. I crumbled it up and was about to throw it into the trash. Something made me hesitate. I shoved it into my pocket. I tried to get it off my mind by applying myself to my work. Pete and I were avoiding each other. I'm sure he felt the same way. Then I remembered that Pete suggested that we should maybe get together and do some experimenting with each other. He was drunk, I was drunk, forget it. Just as I was thinking that Pete and I had to talk about this, he came into the showers. I was just finishing and wiping down. He threw his towel aside and turned on the shower next to mine. Pete has a great body, about 6 feet tall, maybe 200 pounds, great biceps and a nice firm butt. I know he's proud of his 8 inch cock. I saw it hard for the first time last night He didn't look at me. When the other sailors in the shower room left and we were alone, I said, "Pete, we have to talk about this." "I know, not here," he said. Just before I started to wrap the towel around my waist, Pete said, "You got a nice bubble butt sailor, I never noticed that before." I'm 5 foot 11 and about average weight. I've always kept in good shape by working out almost every day. My cock is about 7 inches, uncut. He finished showering and turned the shower off. As he was wiping down I said, "We have liberty tonight, let's go the Enlisted Men's Club on the base and have a few beers." "Not the EM Club. I've been looking at sailors for the past year and a half. Let's go someplace where there ain't no sailors," Pete said. "I noticed a small bar just outside the base. It's quiet. I think the locals hang out there. Let's go there." "OK," I said. The place was small with one long bar and a few tables. The bartender served us the beers and went back to the TV where the Angels were playing against the Red Sox. We sat at the other end so we could talk. I started the conversation. "I've been thinking about last night, have you?" "Yeah, I don't know what to make of it" Pete said. "I know that guy's mouth on my cock felt real good," I said. "I think I'd like to have some more of that." "Did you save his phone number?" "Yeah, I almost threw it away though." "Why?" "I'm wondering if we're turning queer." "We didn't suck any cock." "Yeah, but whether you're the suckee or the sucker, if anyone finds out we're outta here. But anyway, I've been thinking about it." "Me too," said Pete. "Call the guy. We'll see what happens. At lease we can get another blow job." I walked to the pay phone, taking the crumpled note from my pea-coat pocket. I dialed. "Hello," a guy answered. "Ah, hi, my name is Ted. You gave me and Pete a ride to the ship last night?" "Yes, hello. Glad to hear from you. I'm Larry. You must have enjoyed last night for you to call so soon. Is your buddy with you?" "Yeah, we're on liberty again and horny as usual." "Where are you now?" I told him about the bar and he knew of the place. He said he'd be right down and to meet him out front. Larry took us to his place overlooking San Francisco Bay; a beautiful studio apartment high on a hill. Larry was about 35 and very well built. He wore a polo shirt, open at the neck with just a little of his chest hair showing. He was over six feet tall with a slightly receding hairline and a gorgeous tan. We were directed to the living room which had floor to ceiling windows and a sensational view of the Golden Gate. We sat in comfy upholstered chairs facing the window. Larry brought us beers and one for himself. "My friend Moe will be home soon. He went out to get steaks for tonight. We hope you will stay for supper," he said. "Let's see, I'm guessing you both are about 22 or 25 years old, right?" I spoke up. "I'm 24 and my sidekick here is 23. We've been serving on the same ship together for the past two and a half years." Pete nodded his head in agreement. I took a good look at this guy and remembered how he smiled up at me after he took my load of cum in his mouth. I was a bit amazed that I was beginning to get hard thinking about it. We were on our second beer when Moe arrived. He was a big guy, also over six feet and about 250. Moe was totally bald. Everything about him was big. Thinking back, I wondered how he managed to squeeze in the back seat of that Buick with the three of us and sucked Pete off. Larry reintroduced us and we sat around talking. "No," Moe said, "there is no Curly. We get kidded about that all the time. We're just the two stooges. So how did you boys enjoy last night?" "Well," I said, "we're here aren't we." We all laughed. "How about a swim before dinner" Moe asked? He got up and led the way to a very large pool, shimmering in the California sun. I was nervous again, horny but nervous. I wondered if they would expect Pete and me to give them head. We disrobed and all got a look at each other's equipment. As expected, Moe was indeed big all over. His cock looked about 7 inches soft and very fat. I was anxious to see how big it was going to get. Of course, no bathing suits were worn. We all sank into the warm water. It always feels so good to be swimming in the nude. We all took a couple of laps around the pool and then settled at one end. Larry got out and got us some beers. I could see that his cock was growing in anticipation. So was mine. While waiting for the beers, Pete laid back and began to slowly float on his back. We all laughed as we looked at Pete's hard on, sticking up like a sail. Larry came back and put the beers down. He slid into the water and eased himself next to me. I was leaning against the edge of the pool. The water was up to my hips. I felt Larry's hand caress my ass and then move around so he was cupping my balls. He took my hard cock in his hand and started to jerk me off, slowly. The he looked at me and gave me one of those smiles I remembered from last night. He sunk below the water and I felt his mouth engulf my entire cock. I thought I might shoot my load right then and there. "Damn!" I thought. "I can't get over how good that guy's mouth feels around my cock." The four of us got together and felt each other's bodies. Everywhere you turned there was a hard cock bumping up against you. It was so hot! Pete held my cock for the first time. He looked at me and then let go and turned to face Moe. I went behind him and reached around. I took Pete's cock in my hand and stroked it, moving my cock against his ass. He didn't push away. It was an odd feeling. After some more playing we got out and dried ourselves off and Moe supplied robes for all of us. It was time for steaks. After a delicious meal, accompanied by a bottle of California wine we followed Larry into the bedroom. There was the largest bed I've ever seen. It was round and took up most of the large room. Soft jazz flowed from hidden speakers and the scent of lilacs permeated the air. Knowing that Pete and I were novices and a little hesitant with each other, Larry closed the blinds and all was very dark. As I mounted the bed I felt it bounce as the others climbed on. In the dark bodies wrapped around bodies, cocks were felt, caressed and sucked. Someone was sucking on my hard cock while I groped around. I felt someone's ball sack in my right hand. What a weird feeling. Then I was holding his cock in my hand. Never having held anyone else's cock before, I was surprised how it turned me on so much. Everyone was still moving around but I held that cock and began to stroke it. I was getting hornier by the minute. The guy sucking me kept taking my cock deep into his throat. It felt wonderful. Suddenly there was another cock in my left hand. I began to stroke that one too. My first time holding someone's prick and now I have two in my hands. Wow! Just when I was almost ready to cum, my cocksucker removed his mouth. Everyone moved again. I had to let go of the two cocks. There was moaning and murmuring, "Take it baby, suck my hard cock, take it all in. Suck me like that, oh yeah. Your cock is so big; tell me when you're going to cum." I was feeling everyone, hands were all over me. Suddenly a hard cock hit me in the face. I grabbed it and held it in my hand. His hips were rising and falling, hinting that he wanted his prick to be in my mouth. I felt it with both hands for a while, rubbing it all over my face. Then, for the first time in my life, my tongue tasted the warm skin of a man's hard cock. I let it enter my mouth and held the head of it on my tongue. I can't describe the feeling, a kind of tingling way down in my gut. It was a horny feeling. My own cock was ready to burst. No one was touching it at the time. The owner of the cock in my mouth kept pushing and urging me to take him deeper into my mouth. Holding his big cock in one hand and his large balls in the other, I let it slowly slide into my mouth. I could feel the veins in his prick as I licked along the sides of it. I found it was not at all unpleasant, it was delicious. He continued to push and I felt the huge cock head probe to the back of my tongue. Just then I felt a warm, wet mouth engulf my throbbing cock. Oh, man, was that good! I was almost ready to cum. I took a deep breath and pulled on his balls as his cock entered my throat. My nose was into his pubic hairs. I held his balls against my chin. I wanted to devour this magnificent cock! Just as he pulled back, for air, I felt his hot cum hitting the roof of my mouth. For the first time I tasted a man's seed. It was a bit salty, but I loved it. That was enough to cause my cock to erupt into the other guy's mouth. While I was savoring this guy's warm cum and swallowing it as it spewed forth out of his throbbing cock, the other guy was drinking my come and sucking all of it down his throat. He swallowed all I had and licked my cock and balls clean. The guy in my mouth was backing off. I didn't want to let this beautiful cock go. I held his balls and licked all his cum from around his shaft. I sucked every drop out of the hole that it had spewed from. I heard someone moan that he was Cumming and then all was quiet as we lay back and rested. I was still holding this guys cock in my hands and licking it when someone turned up the lights a bit. We could then see each other. I was surprised to see that I had been sucking on Pete's cock. We looked at each other. A moment went by, and then we both smiled, and then laughed. "If the guys on the ship only knew," Pete said. That was a new beginning and a turning point in my life. I was to be discharged from the service the following week. Larry and Moe asked if I would like to stay with them while I decided what to do with my life. I thanked them and said I would think about it. Thanks to all who commented on my previous story. Let me know if I should continue with this adventure. New Adventures All copyrights reserved by author. All characters portrayed are 18 years of age or older. This is my first ever submission to any sight, so feedback is encouraged and appreciated. Let me know what you think, what you like, and if you would like more. Thanks, Literotica...and hope to hear from you soon. * The year was 1982, a time of greater innocence then today and for some a time of budding youth. The classic hair-band's such as Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and KISS ruled the air-waves and Rock and Roll was still considered rebellious and teen driven. Cell phones were non-existent and computers were in their infancy and far too expensive for the average consumer to own for no good reason. The sexual scene was not as conservative as the generation before nor was it nearly as prevalent or open as it is today. Add to this the fact of living in a small rural town in America and you have the act of making out for the first time becoming a big deal in one's life. Scott lived in such a place and time, and his adventures (as he liked to view them) all started from here. Growing up in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, Scott knew pretty much everyone in town. On the other hand, everyone else knew everyone in town also. This is good when you need to find somebody (in a time pre-cellphones) or borrow a tool that a neighbor might have for work you needed done. However, the amount of people available for exploring one's sexual desires is limited at best. The saying around town was that; "It's a place where you don't lose your girlfriend, you just lose your turn." Said tongue in cheek, it none the less still had a certain amount of truth to it. Thus at the age of 18, Scott's pool of prospects was fairly narrow and not readily available the majority of his youth, resulting in Scott still being a virgin. There was nothing particularly special about Scott, at least not any more so then most other youthful boys that grow up in the country or on a farm. Chores are a way of life, such as gathering and splitting firewood for the winter, feeding livestock, and maintaining the home and the land while your parents work to pay the bills and raise a family. Consequently, a strong physique is often a result of such living, and Scott was no different. Though he didn't have ripped abs or a body-builders musculature, he was still very toned and athletic. Scott was what some might call "country strong." His reddish-blond curly hair and hazel eyes bespoke of his Norwegian heritage, and though not considered a "dreamboat", he would still be considered easy on the eyes. It was summer time in the valley, July to be exact. The last summer that himself and his friends would be living with their parents before going to college or making a living somewhere else, be it taking over the farm or finding a job with the mills or factories in the county. Scott lived in a town situated in the Rocky's, a jewel nestled amongst the back drop of majestic snow-covered peaks that seemed to reach toward the heavens on blue sky days such as the one he was experiencing today. School was out, and most all his friends were working summer jobs or helping their parents around their land. Having just chopped and stacked another chord of wood for the wood shed, Scott was taking a breather and enjoying the summer air and sun while he cooled down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took a long drink from cold well- fed t garden hose. Gulping profusely, Scott then let the stream of ice-cold water hit his face and ducked his head under, soaking his curly locks and upper torso. Shaking his head and spraying water droplets in a rainbow pattern, he let the hose hit the ground while he went to turn the spigot off. Having completed his chores early, Scott wondered what to do with the rest of the weekend. Tony and Russ were out of town, and the rest of his usual gang was busy working their summer jobs. Turning the spigot off, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. Ringing it out, Scott wiped the excess water off his face and damp torso. Maybe I should just "borrow" some of my Dad's Penthouse and Playboy's from under his bed and have fun with myself today, he thought. Thinking about jerking off to some new porno magazines was actually starting to get Scott hard, as his cock began to swell and his blue jeans began to tighten. Rubbing his crotch, he began to fantasize about what he would do if he actually had a girlfriend, like Jules from across the river, or Audrey, his neighbor across the field. Quickly, his cock hardened and unbuttoning his 501 Levi's was his only option if he didn't want to cause some serious harm to himself. Reaching his hand in and pulling out his cock felt so nice, and he hadn't even started really stroking himself yet. Grasping his 6" cock firmly, Scott began to move his hand up and down. His fist did not quite close around his thick member, and as he began to stroke it his cock swelled even bigger and harder. Pre-cum juice was already dripping from the end of his prick, and he used this to rub around his circumcised cock head and lube up his shaft. Thinking of Jules this time (she or Audrey was his favorite fantasies), Scott played out one of his favorite sexual fantasies; Jules was sitting on the raft across from him as he leisurely rowed down the river on a hot summer day. She looked spectacular with her teal bikini stretched taut around her womanly curves. Through his sunglasses, Scott again assessed the statuesque like figure in front of him. Jules had raven black hair that flowed nearly down to her waist. She must have been growing that from birth to get it that long, he thought. Her waist flared out with bubble shaped hips that held the strings up on her bikini and made Scotts mouth water with the desire to set his lips and teeth to the area and nibble his way to her cheeks and cleft below. Gazing up, he took in her C-sized chest. As the wind blew up river, her nipples perked up and stretched the fabric, riding high enough to appear to be pointing directly at his eyes. There was nothing petite about Jules, as she was cast from the ancient legends of Amazon women. Nearly 6 feet tall, her figure still maintained the classic hour-glass look of a full figured Goddess. Her face sported the cutest dimpled chin, combined with the high cheek-bones of Native Americans. Her brown eyes were always direct and filled with mischievous laughter; as if she understood a joke you did not. In short, there was not a part of her that Scott did not want to explore with every part of his own body, be it mind, mouth, hands, or cock. Scott's hand began to quicken its pace as he stroked his cock more urgently. Gathering himself, he backed up to the picnic table in the front yard and leaned back to free himself more for his growing need. With his pants nearly down to his knees, Scott resumed his fantasy; Jules reached into the cooler and brought out a couple of beers. Handing one over, she cracked her own and took a long pull off the bottle. Her lips looked wet and plump wrapped around the end, and Scott couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like around his manhood. Setting her beer down, Jules pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and peered at him with nymph- like eyes; "So, are you staring at my tits or at my legs?" Nearly choking on his beer, Scott sputtered; "Well...sorry, but a little of both." Jules laughed. "Fair is fair"; she said, "I guess I was just wondering because I see you must be thinking of something." Unabashedly she then stared straight at Scott's crotch. Looking down he noticed his hard-on poking a tent in his shorts. Turning a little red, he said; "Sorry again", chuckling slightly, "It is what happens when I am faced with staring at a goddess all day." Shit, he thought. That was a little lame, but he was new at this. But seeing as it was his fantasy, Jules seemed to take it in stride. "So, is that going to get in the way of rowing us through the rapids?" The twinkle in her eye only gleamed brighter. Feeling braver, Scott replied; "Not if I do something about it first." "Oh, and what would you do?" "Wouldn't you like to know!" "Yes, I would ...please?...would you show me?" Holy shit! Scott thought, is she serious? His cock having only been half hard was now a full raging boner. Figuring he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Scott set the oars aside and reached for his shorts to pull them down. Taking his time and keeping his eye on Jules he at first pretended to start to slide his shorts toward his knees. Watching her intently, he lightly and jokingly said; "Well, if you insist." Jules stared straight at his crotch, never letting her eyes leave the spot. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to have turned to something else, something more carnal, needier. "Yes, I insist, and if I get the say, then you will keep going." Scott let out a little groan, and had to concentrate not to shoot off right then... Leaning even farther back on the picnic table, Scott began to jerk his cock in earnest. Concentrating on just the head of his prick, he moved his fist rapidly up and down in short, firm strokes. His climax began to build in the pit of his stomach and expanded to his groin and throughout his body. Visibly shaking, he was quickly coming to the point of no return, and he knew he probably wouldn't even make it through the whole fantasy before squirting all over himself, he was that horny. Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing. Damn it, he thought, not now! Unfortunately no one else was at home, which is the reason he felt comfortable enough to masturbate out in the yard in plain view. But it also meant that no one else was there to answer the phone call which could be important, as it could be his parents or some other member of the family needing something. His parents had not bothered with an answering machine and the house was his responsibility while they were away. Summoning all the strength of will that he could, Scott let loose of his cock and quickly headed toward the house. Grabbing his pants, he stumbled and hopped his way along till he could set his clothes straight and pull his pants up enough to actually start running. Sliding to a halt at the rotary phone on the wall, Scott snatched it off the wall and blurted a sharp "Hello." "Hey Scott, this is Audrey. You sound a little out of breath. You okay?" Taking a nearby chair, Scott sat so that his pants wouldn't fall off and cradled the phone on his shoulder against his ear as he began to readjust himself. "Hiya Aud, sorry I was outside doing chores and had to make the run to catch the phone." "Oh, I see," she giggled. Audrey was a near negative image of Jules. Where Jules was tall, Audrey was short, maybe 5 foot 3 inches. Where Jules had long dark hair, Audrey had short wavy blonde hair only to her shoulders. Where Jules was made from the Amazon women of old, Audrey was more petite and feminine in appearance. The one thing they shared was a type of tom-boy attitude. Both had grown up with a large family of brothers, and in their shared youth with Scott and his friends, hunting, fishing, and wrestling around in the yard with the other boys was no strangeness to them. They not only enjoyed such activities back then, they were quite adept at holding their own. It was only in the last few years as the whole gang matured that the wrestling began to be frowned upon by the parents, and looked upon as something more than child's play. "What's up?" Scott asked as he tried to tuck his cock back in his pants in some kind of comfortable position. Giggling again, Audrey said; "Well, I was having some trouble with the washer, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it. My Dad is still out of town getting supplies, and my Mom won't be back till after her grave yard shift." "Sure, I would be happy too." Scott knew her brothers were out of town or working, and what the hell, maybe he could catch Audrey in one of her lazy weekend outfits like she tended to wear. She hated to wear a bra, which made for a popular wrestling opponent growing up and usually was a nice eye full now a days. Her breasts were magnificent and probably a little bigger then Jules, even with her smaller stature. "Let me just finish a few things, and I will be right over." Giggling even more, Audrey said; "Okay, but don't be too long if you can help it." "Sure thing, see you soon." As Scott hung up the phone he wondered about something. Normally, Audrey was not the overtly giggly type. Something seemed a little strange but he couldn't quite place it. No matter, he thought as he tugged and pulled to set himself right and get his pants done up. Maybe he could use the possible future view at Audrey's for his next masturbation fantasy which would have to happen as soon as he got back if his cock had anything to say about it, which at his age, it always did. Grabbing a dry shirt, Scott thought about taking the three-wheeler to go to Audrey's house. Hers was the home across the field, probably less than a quarter mile away. Instead, he opted to walk the distance in order to give his rock-hard member a chance to calm down. He thought about finishing himself off and almost gave in to the idea, but he knew he had all night when he got home and the anticipation of what was to come was part of the fun, even if the fun was only the self-pleasuring kind. For that matter at this point in Scott's life that was all he had ever had. Knocking on the door Scott gave out a hardy, "I'm HERE!" before just opening the door and walking in, as was the normal routine. Entering the small house, he once again marveled at how Audrey's family raised six children in the place. There were only two bedrooms, one bath, and an open area that consisted of the living area and the kitchen. All the children, 3 boys and 3 girls, had bunked in the same room for most of their lives, till Audrey's father finally built a little cottage next door to put the boys in as they grew older and "nature" required that they be separated from the maturing girls. "Come in." Audrey's voice came from toward the back of the house and the laundry room area. Making his way to the back, Scott grabbed a soda from the fridge on the way. He was still parched from his earlier work out. Rounding the corner, he nearly ran over Audrey and spilled his coke on her back as she was arm deep in the washer trying to lift out soaking wet clothes. Stopping just in time, Scott took time to admire the view. As luck would have it, not only was Audrey dressed casually as he had hoped, but she was also sporting a wicked pair of daisy-dukes that left nothing to the imagination. Seemingly ignoring Scott, Audrey continued to wiggle and work at removing the wet clothes. Her height was such that she was on tippy toes to get the reach, with her ass bent over in the most provocative pose. Scott cleared his throat and backed off a little to try and keep his hard-on from coming back with a vengeance. "Hey there, short stuff, want some help?" Pulling the last of the clothes out of the washer tub and clutching them to her chest, Audrey turned around plopped the wet package into an empty hamper. Shaking her arms and brushing her wet shirt, she said; "Hey, thanks for coming so quick, I sure appreciate it." Stifling a giggle she punched Scott in the shoulder. "What you looking at?" Having just seen her heart shaped ass staring him in the face, he did not think it could get any better until she turned around and presented her wet t-shirt to him. Trying not to ogle, Scott was mesmerized by her breasts as they strained against the damp gray shirt that she was wearing which she had tied in a knot in the front, accentuating those beautiful globes. Taking another gulp of soda to try and cover, he mumbled; "Just looking at the mess in front of me." "Very funny! Now help me with this will you. We need to move the washer away from the wall and check the outlet I think." "Okay, Okay." Setting his soda down on the nearby work bench, Scott noticed that she had her Dad's rifle out. Often times, they would sit on the back porch and shoot gopher to help control the population. Gopher holes were notorious for injuring the livestock's legs and as such were considered a vermin too many of the ranchers in the area. With a good scope, you could shoot gophers from hundreds of yards away and never have to leave the porch. Grabbing the washer, Scott easily lifted it out from the wall, even with some water still in it. "I knew I called you for a reason." Audrey said while smiling. "Yea, you only love me for my muscles." He cracked. "Not true, but I am beginning to love you more for it." She giggled. Okay, I am missing something here, Scott thought. What is it? Why is she so giggly all of the sudden? Looking a little closer, he could tell she was a little flushed in the cheeks, but then again she was just working on unloading the washer. Looking back at the work bench he noticed a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. A closer look showed it half empty. "Have you been drinking?" "Maybe just a little. You want some?" she laughed. "Umm...sure. Aren't you worried about what your parents are going to say?" "Don't be silly, I am 19 years old now, and your almost the same age. My father said that if I stay responsible, he does not care if I have a few drinks as long as I keep it moderated." "Okay, but don't tell my folks, they aren't quite to that stage yet." Grabbing the bottle, Audrey took a strong swig off it and handed it straight to Scott. Normally, wine was too sweet for him, but at the moment he didn't care. Taking a long pull, Scott emptied just about half the remaining bottle. Laughing, Audrey playfully slugged him in the stomach and snatched the bottle back. "Easy there, you pig! You still have work to do." Nearly snorting the liquid out, Scott gathered himself together and went to work. After looking at the wiring, he soon determined that it was an easy fix and only required splicing the wires back together. Everything he needed was on the nearby workbench and in a matter of minutes he had the washer back up and running. "There you go, need anything else?" He sincerely hoped she did, because Audrey seemed not to care about the wet t-shirt and tits that she continued to display and bounce in front of him. Wow, this is awesome he thought. Even now, his mind was brewing up a new fantasy for future masturbation sessions. "Well, I only need to get this last load finished, and then I am done with chores for the day. Want to hang out for a while till the clothes finish? We can shoot gophers off the deck if you want and finish this wine." "Sounds like a great idea!" Grabbing the wine and the rifle, they headed out the back door onto the deck. Looking out from the deck one could see the rest of Audrey's family land that stretched to the foot of Desert Mountain. On the other end, Scott could see his house in the distance. Giving a start, he realized that he could just make out the picnic table from here. Granted, not a whole lot of detail could be seen from this distance, but it was still a little worrisome. No way could she have seen anything, he thought. Just relax and enjoy the view she is giving you right now. They made their way to the bench and sat down across the bar that was set there for this very purpose, to steady your aim and pluck off gophers. Audrey went first, scanning the fields toward the mountains. The land was quartered up by fence rails, and the livestock was rotated throughout the year. Knowing where the livestock was penned currently was the key in being able to take a safe shot. Soon, a sharp bang issued, and Audrey cheered, "That's one! Your turn." New Adventures "Where you have the cattle right now?" "They are off in the south-east pasture, so anything north of the fence line is good." "Cool." Scott said as he began to scan the field. The scope was a high-powered "sniper" style scope, ideal for gophers and smaller rodents. Adjusting the focus, he began to scan farther and farther out. "You know, if you look farther north that is where I saw some real big gophers", she giggled. Scott moved farther north as directed, but still saw nothing but field, trees, and shrub. "Here, let me help you." Feeling movement beside him, Scott became keenly aware of Audrey laying her breasts on his shoulder as she leaned over him and helped him to move the rifle farther and farther north. Trying not to think about those luscious tits separated only by a thin piece of wet fabric and his own shirt, he lost focus completely on what he was seeing through the scope. Not realizing that she had stopped moving the rifle, Scott was still fixated on the feeling of Audrey's tits rubbing his shoulder, until she said, "You see it now?" Coming out of his mesmerized state, Scott refocused on what he was seeing. "Oh shit!" He was looking right at his yard, and in the middle of the scope was the picnic table, clear as day. He dropped the rifle and turned to her. "Oh man, don't tell me you saw me?!" "Saw you what?" Audrey giggled and dropped her hand on to his thigh. Abruptly, Scott realized that Audrey had not moved away an inch, in fact she had moved even closer. Looking at her, he now realized this was the moment he had always wanted but did not know how to achieve in this small town with too few women. Turning on the stool, he faced her and pulled her between his legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Still a virgin, he was nervous and had no idea of how to proceed, but her being such a close friend made it seem okay to just be honest. "Tell me what you saw," he urged. This time it was Audrey's turn to stumble. She too was new at this, or at least inexperienced. She had brothers and sisters and they had all shared the same room. She knew about boys and sex and about penises and masturbation performed by both sexes. But she had never experienced it firsthand (other than her own sessions playing with herself) or actually witnessed the act completely. She had stumbled on her brothers more than once stroking there penises, but had always quickly retreated. When she had seen Scott laid out on the picnic table stroking his hard shaft, something inside of her actually throbbed. Part of it was the naughtiness of the voyeuristic act. But there was something more. It felt like she could feel Scott's member throbbing inside her like a heartbeat, and she began to be filled with an unquenchable desire to not only see more, but to be a part of it. That is why she called him and had him come over, though oddly enough the washer had actually needed fixed. But she was as handy as any man when it came to such things and could have done it herself. She quickly changed into something she knew Scott would like and set to seducing him. Now that the moment had arrived, she was not quite sure how to proceed. But like Scott, honesty seemed best and their friendship was something she always wanted to keep, regardless of how this all went. "It wasn't intentional, but I thought I saw you out working in the yard and decided to put the scope on you. At first it looked like you were just resting, but as I zoomed in I saw something more." "How long did you watch?" "Well, until I called you, of course." Giggling she blushed and laid her head against Scotts chest. Scott's breathing had become a little more rapid and shorter. His head was spinning and his emotions were mixed and confused. He was embarrassed and excited at the same time. He was horny but concerned that she might make fun of him. The only thing sure about his condition was his cock, which had become swollen with desire. "I guess I should say I am sorry for that display, but I am not sure that I really am now." "I should be the one saying sorry for spying on you, but I couldn't help myself. I ... I was ... excited by what I saw. I am excited by what I am seeing now." Audrey's voice had changed. It seemed deeper, throatier, and almost raspy. Her breathing was coming in shallow gulps, nearly in rhythm with Scott's own excited and shortened breaths. Scott realized that with her head on his chest, Audrey was staring right at his crotch. Oh Lord, he thought, she is looking at my hard-on. The thought made him even harder, and his cock jumped a little as he clenched his abdomen muscles in response. Audrey gasped. "Can you do that again?" Confused, Scott responded, "You want me to masturbate again?" Again Audrey gasped. Though she had been thinking about the way his cock had jumped in his pants, she was even more excited about seeing his cock for real, watching him stroke it, and wanting to touch it herself. "Listen Scott, we are friends and neighbors, and we have known each other for ever. I have been attracted to you my whole life, but until recently it just seemed like we were more like brother and sister and unavailable to each other. I am a virgin, and this is all new to me, but I want to find out more. I want to know what real sex is like. I want to see a cock. I want to see YOUR cock. I want you to play with it, and I want to play with it. So there you have it, what do you think?" Scott was a little bit stunned. Never in his wildest fantasies did this kind of scenario play out. Or maybe reality was so much more stimulating that his fantasies seemed silly and childlike at this moment in time. He nearly was at a loss for words, but luckily, something came to him. "Sure!" he blurted. Audrey looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile. Leaning in, she tentatively gave him a kiss on his lips. At first, Scott was a little unsure of himself as he had limited experience kissing a girl in a sexual way. However, instinct seemed to quickly take over, and as she began to open her mouth and use her tongue, he responded in a more aggressive manner. Grabbing her by the head he pulled her in even tighter and kissed her in earnest. The moment seemed to last forever and he didn't want it to stop, but slowly Audrey broke the embrace by pushing him gently away with her hands on his chest. Both were breathing heavily now, and lust had taken control and demanded some kind of action. Taking a deep breath, Audrey whispered, "I want to see your cock. Please? Show me what I saw earlier. Let me see it. Let me touch it. Please?" Scott growled from deep in his throat. God, this was hot. Part of him wanted to grab her and ravish her. To strip her clothes off and take her any way he could. The desire was so strong it felt like he was burning from the inside. Part of him knew that she wanted the same thing. That she wanted to be taken, to be used for his pleasure and her own. He almost laughed from the thought of masturbating before and thinking how intense it was at those times. If this moment was any indication of how he was going to feel having real sex, he was not sure he could survive the climax. Taking a deep controlling breath, Scott responded not by touching himself, but by closing the gap between them again. Grabbing Audrey gently by the shoulders, he said, "I will be happy too, but I want to try some things with you too. If we are going to do this, let's be honest with each other. Anything is open for discussion. Whatever you want, I will try to do. Whatever I want, will you be willing to try too?" "Oh God, yes, Scott! I want this bad, and the fact that it is you I get to do this with makes it even better. I can't say what all I want, because I am not sure yet, but I definitely want to explore everything!" Scott smiled and slowly let his hands trail down her shoulders till they reached her shirt bottom. As he began to lift her shirt, Audrey slowly raised her arms knowingly above her head so that he could keep going. Pulling higher, Scott had to tug a little to get the knot in her shirt pass her breasts. As he pulled it over her head, her tits released from their confines and bounced tantalizingly in front of his face. Her nipples were a deep brown surrounded by large areolas. Her flesh was goose bumped and taught from excitement or the cool air on her damp skin, or both. Her nipples stood at attention, and yearned to be sucked. Scott forgot to breath. His mouth watered and he just stood there admiring the sight as he let her shirt drop to the deck. Audrey stood there demurely, with a shy smile on her face and her head down a little as she nervously looked at him through her long blond lashes. "Do you like them?" "God, yes, I love them!" Reaching his hands up, Scott clumsily grabbed and squeezed them almost before he thought. "Whoa there, big fella," Audrey giggled. "Try a little softer touch." Scott blushed, and slowed his actions. Moving his hands under her breasts he cupped them and lifted them slightly. Adjusting a little, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples and rubbed them in a circle massaging the whole area. Audrey breathed in, and moaned a little. "Ohh..that's it. Keep doing that... that feels good. So damn good.... Ah, yes... "Audrey felt light-headed and leaned in more toward Scott resting her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling. She felt a tingling running from her nipples straight to her vagina. Her pussy, she thought. Yes, pussy sounded right for such a carnal feeling. Her moaning increased, and her hips involuntarily began to undulate as she became more stimulated. "Oh my God, yes...yes... "She sighed as she closed her eyes and let the feelings of arousal wash over her. Scott watched in awe as Audrey transformed before his eyes into this sexual being. He could swear he actually saw a glow surrounding her. Perhaps it was the blood rushing from his head to his throbbing member that caused this vision, but no matter the cause, carnal instinct was quickly taking control. Slowly, as if to bow to an altar and pray, he lowered his lips to her breasts. Pressing his mouth against her nipple, he openly began suckling and tonguing the sensitive area. Audrey arched her back even farther, pressing her flesh to his face, smothering his lips and nose with her beautiful tits. Scott wanted to devour her, and his appetite seemed insatiable. Taking turns between her luscious orbs, he continually sucked and nibbled them both for all he was worth. Audrey was going crazy. She grasped Scotts head and directed his actions from breast to breast, thrusting her chest out like some peacock. She was literally shaking with desire. Finally she pushed him away, if only to catch her breath for a minute. "Wait, wait," she gasped. "I need to see it. Take it out, please?" Clenching and unclenching his fists, Scott stepped back and tried to maintain some kind of control. He couldn't believe the feelings he was having, and was a little scared about their intensity. He wanted her so bad, but he was also afraid he might hurt her. Taking her lead, he realized it might be safer to let this unfold from a distance, at least to start. With trembling hands, he undid his jeans and let them drop. His cock was sticking straight up, hard and proud, with the head sticking above the waist band of his shorts. He looked to Audrey in apprehension but only saw approval in her eyes and a desire that he had never seen before. Emboldened, he quickly shed his shorts and stood naked from the waist down in front of a real live girl for the first time in his life. His thick rod bounced and waved as he stood back and Audrey gave an appreciative groan when she saw it pointing directly at her. She licked her lips and slowly curled in her hands in a grasping motion as if she didn't realize what she was doing. "Do it," she urged. "Do what you were doing earlier...grab it. Show me how you like it done. Show me, Scott... stroke it for me." Her eyes darted to his and back to his member again and again, as she pleaded silently for him to proceed. As she watched his penis, no his cock she thought. It is my pussy, and his cock. Yes, she thought, that felt right. His cock continued to bounce and move, seemingly with a mind of its own. Clear liquid dripped from the head, and shined from where it had smeared around the mushroom head and shaft. "I don't know if I can, Audrey, "Scott whispered. "Please, Scott. You said we could try anything, remember?" "It is not that I don't want too, Aud, honest. It is just that if I touch it, I am going to explode!" "Really?" Audrey squealed. "Oh my, yes....I want to see that too!" She had heard from her older girlfriends about ejaculation and had read about it in Cosmopolitan, but she really had no idea what it might be like. Actually spewing forth liquid from his cock was a strange notion to her, but exciting at the same time. "Will it hurt?" she naively asked. Scott laughed out loud. "Well, it certainly will if I don't cum pretty soon." Having laughed seemed to help Scott relax a little. The intensity was still there, but now it seemed more adventurous than dangerous. Hell, he thought, this is going to fun! "Ok, but I am warning you, this will be quick, and probably messy." "Woot!" Audrey exclaimed. "Here, let me grab a towel," and she snatched a dirty towel from the laundry bin nearby. Kneeling in front of him, she laid it out on the floor. "There you go," she stated simply, "that should help with the mess." Scott moved into position over the towel and looked down at Audrey's smiling face looking up at him. She was kneeling with her arms pressed to the floor in front of her, causing her breasts to protrude in the most provocative way. Her nipples were still slimy with his spit from sucking on them so voraciously earlier. The sight would forever be etched in his mind, and it was all he could do not to shoot off right then. Cautiously he reached his hand down and grasped his cock. Involuntarily he let out a gasp. "Oh God, Audrey, you look so beautiful there, I don't know how long I can last!" Softly, she responded, "It's okay, Scott, just let it happen." Slowly he began to move his fist up his cock shaft. Reaching the top, he rubbed his hand over the steady stream of pre-cum coming from the tip of his cock and quickly spread it around his mushroomed head and shaft. Then ever so slowly he moved his fist down and began to jerk his cock like it was his first time. Audrey knelt in front of him entranced as she witnessed her first cock this close up and personal. The shaft was red and veiny, and looked ready to burst. The swollen head throbbed purple as she watched Scott's hand move up and down the shaft. This is amazing she thought. She never realized how big it would be in real life, as the pictures she had seen just didn't do it justice. As she continued to stare, she unconsciously raised her hand to her mouth and started licking her fingers. Scott couldn't take it much longer, and he wasn't even stroking his cock like he did when he masturbated alone. This was so much better, he thought. Then as he watched Audrey slowly start licking and sucking her fingers, he knew that was it, and stopped stroking, holding tightly just below the head of his cock. His cock head throbbed menacingly. "I am going to shoot," he said. Bending his knees to try to keep from falling, he pointed his cock further up in the air. "YES, YES," Audrey cried, leaning in closer over the towel. That was it; Scott let out a loud moan and began to shoot cum in a torrent from his cock. The first stream raced down his shaft and exploded from the head of his cock like a bullet from a rifle. So strong was the force that it flew right over Audrey's head and reached the work bench at the other end of the small room. Startled, Audrey yelped, and looked up trying to follow the projectile. As she had her head raised, his second volley followed and shot nearly as far. Trying to get a better aim on it, Scott pointed his cock downward, only to have the third shot hit Audrey right under her still lifted chin. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, looking back down to try and see the mess, which allowed her to witness the fourth shot of white hot sperm hit her right between the breast. Giggling, she just watched with awe as Scott continued to cum profusely. His fifth and sixth shot landed on her thighs and towel respectively, and like a spigot of water being shut off, more creamy white cum slowly came from the head of his cock and dripped to the towel below. Scott had fallen backward somewhat at this time and was holding himself up with one hand on the washer behind him, and ever so slowly pumping the last of his juice from his cock head with his other hand. "Wow, I mean... WOW!" Audrey said as she just shook her head and watched Scott's cock as he slowly fisted it and stared at all the sperm that had come from it. "Is it like that all the time?!" she asked. She was amazed and even a little frightened. Women were supposed to let that happen inside of them, she thought astoundingly. What would it feel like? Would it feel warm, like the come now dripping slowly down her body? Scott slowly came back to earth and just stared for a minute or two as he took in the scene that he had created like some sex craved Picasso with his cock as his brush. Pearly white cum dripped slowly down Audrey's chin to her cleavage and was beginning to pool with the stream of cum that had been blasted there. Both streams were now making their way toward her cute little belly button. The towel was speckled with streams and droplets of cum that were quickly soaking into the cloth. Audrey had this shocked look on her face mixed with an emotion he did not quite recognize. Maybe it was lust, or maybe excitement, but it certainly was not disgust, which relieved him to no end. "I am sorry, Aud, I have never cum like that before. God, that was intense!" Looking up, Audrey smiled and laughed. "Don't be sorry, that was fricking fantastic! I never knew it would be like that!" "Well, that was stronger and better than anything I have ever felt. Watching you as you kneeled there and seeing your beautiful body as I ... did it...was just more intense than anything I have ever experienced. You made it happen like that, and for that, I cannot thank you enough!" "My pleasure, literally," she said. Slowly, Audrey took her finger and scooped up some of his cum that had pooled near her belly button and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. It felt slimy, but not unpleasantly so, she thought, as she held it close to her face and smelled it. Pungent, but again, it was not overpoweringly so. It reminded her of a cleaning liquid for some reason. Looking up, she saw Scott staring at her with an intense look. She giggled as she asked, "So, what next?" Scott's thoughts began churning, and he thought, Wow, what a beginning to this adventure!