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We sat on that sandbar, next to one another. Pat lit the joint, and repeated the same procedure as earlier. He scooted in close to me, and I was hoping I could just put everything out of my mind, all the tension, and the intimacy that the shotgun hit seemed to bring.. He gave me a long hit, and a steady steam of smoke erupted from the unlit end of the reefer. While doing so, Pat maneuvered around in front of me, and sat up on his knees. His right thigh and knee was positioned between my legs which were stretched out on his beach towel. As he straddled my leg, and blew smoke down into my mouth, I felt a tingling sensation rise up my spine. The contact of his flesh on my upper thigh was starting to cause, yet another, embarrassing reaction within my loins. I prayed for this not to happen again, but fate was not on my side.
To make it worse, after the hit, he handed me the joint, for the return hit. I took it from him, placed the lit end it in my mouth, put my hands on the ground behind me, and leaned back. I had hoped to get some distance from his mouth. In turn however, Pat put his hands on each side of my hips, and leaned over me. During that process, his knee brushed against the lower seam of my shorts. The fabric of the shorts was the only thing between his knee and my stiffening cock. I was trying desperately to blow a lot of smoke very fast, hoping he would back off and have his fill, but he just kept inhaling; his face so close to mine. I closed my eyes, but that did little to alleviate what I was feeling, nor did it relinquish any activity brewing within my boardies.
Finally, he backed off; but not before he put his left hand directly on my right thigh. His eyes were as red as cherries as he stared inquisitively into mine. He sat up straight, making no effort to move his left hand, and I just layed back onto my elbows, trying to put distance between us. I was extremely nervous and I am sure it was apparent. I had forgotten about the stiffening of my cock, when I suddenly realized, in my earlier haste, I had failed to put on my underwear. There was no shield between my shorts and my hard cock, and here I was, laying back with Pat straddling my leg. I was sporting a huge, very visible, boner that could plainly be seen, through my shorts.
I realized that Pat was no longer looking into my eyes, but instead, his attention was directed to the aforementioned boner. He just stared, and without taking his eyes off of it, he took a hit, and reached out to hand me the joint. I took it from him, and I can remember my hand was shaking, as nervous tension encased my body. I took a short hit, as Pat just continued to stare, and I put the joint in our makeshift Frisbee ashtray.
Without any warning, and catching me totally off guard, he grabbed the entire shaft of my eight inch dick, and squeezed it painfully hard, through the cotton fabric. "Damn, Trevor. You got one big ass dick when its hard. Are you always this fuckin' horny, or is it just around me?" With the rather harsh tone that he used, I was unsure how to interpret his reaction to my embarrassing circumstances.
I just stared at him with no response. He let go of my dick and gave me a quizzical look, from which I gathered he was pissed. The evening sunlight was in my eyes and his silhouette seemed ominous, sitting there straddling my leg. It was hard to make out his expressions, but then he slapped me in the nuts with the back of his hand. The effects of the marijuana only amplified the pain and paranoia.
"I asked you a question....................BRO. Are you horny for me? Because it's becoming pretty evident to me......unless you have some rational explanation for gettin' a boner around me, for the third time today." I just sat there, still unsure of a viable response. "Yeah, I saw the same rise in your panties, back in the SUV, in case you weren't aware." He remarked, beneath squinted eyes. "So, you wanna see it, up close I mean?" He suddenly jumped forward, pushed my chest to the ground and sat, straddling my stomach. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled apart the velcro fly revealing his limp five inch dick. "Well there it is man, get a good fucking look."
Then, just as quickly, he started to get to his feet. In doing so, he came forward, grabbed his cock and slapped me across the cheek with it. Then he pulled up his shorts, and stood over me. I began to move, as if I was going to get up, when Pat put his foot on my chest and kicked me back down to a lying position. I just layed there, making no further effort to move.
"I always thought you we bi.....that is what you are right? I mean I see you with girls, I figure thats not just for show. When's the last time you sucked a dick, Kasselassel? I have no doubt, whatsoever, that you want mine. I always thought you did, but now I'm certain." He said very smugly.
Then he just walked over the the cooler, got out two big jars, and split the strawberry daiquiris mix evenly, between them. After throwing the burgers on the grille, he returned, handed me a jar, and sat down next to me.
"Good thing we got that tent pitched earlier. There's no moon. It's gonna black as pitch out here before long. Hell, the nearest house is at least a mile away......Dude, did you see that fish break water? That was fucking huge!" He said pointing into the river. "Man its awesome out here, just us, the frogs and whatever wild animals are lurking about. Anyway, drink up, Trevor. Let the festivities begin." He took a big gulp of the hallucinogenic laced drink, licked his lips, and then took another smaller sip.
"Come on Trev, drink up. We need to eat before this shit kicks in. I better go turn the burgers. Hey dude, you sure got awful quiet, all the sudden. Lighten up bro.....Anyway, be right back." I slowly drank the strawberry flavored concoction, as he ran back over to the fire.
I felt as though I had just seen Robert Louis Stevenson's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, up close and personal. What the fuck? One second he's grabbing my dick, racking me, humiliating me, slapping me in the face with his cock, and then kicking me to the ground. The next minute, he's acting as if he nothing had ever happened.
At first, I thought that my hopes were correct, and that Pat was, indeed, bisexual. However, I didn't believe that to be possible at this stage. His dick was soft in the water, it was soft when he was shotgunning me, and it was definitely soft when he hit me in the face with it.
On the other hand, he seemed to instigate this whole, damned charade. Obviously, he had seen that I was hard in the Bronco, and said nothing. Than he decides to skinny dip. Perhaps he is bi. I heard that they give athletes salt peter to keep them from having sex. I wondered if that was true. The pieces of the puzzle just didn't seem to fit together. Not just yet.
We finished our Daiquiris, ate the burgers, and even had some of our fish. Our conversation went on, as if nothing had happened. After dinner we even went for a very quick swim. Pat made a comment about my shorts, I just flipped him off and left them on, while he swam naked, 'because he didn't want to get his shorts wet'. After getting out of the water, he was in no hurry to put clothes back on, either. In light of the earlier incidents, I just tried to ignore the fact he was naked and didn't look. At last he put his shorts back on, and I never thought I'd ever think this, but I was glad. I felt as though he was poking fun at me, by prancing around naked. Especially now, when he seemed aware that I had an attraction towards him.
The 'shrooms' kicked in, and we started clowning around. It seemed everything was just hilarious. We couldn't stop laughing. This went on for some while, as we smoked and drank and even tried to play cards, but our concentration level never let us finish a game.
Out of the blue, he made a remark to me, that caught me by sheer surprise. He blurted out to me that Todd Behlman, our house secretary, was gay. I told him I wasn't surprised, and that he 'acted' that way a lot. Then, he told me Todd had come on to him, during the prior school year, and that he was so drunk, he let Todd suck his dick. Up to now, he said, Todd had sucked him off like ten times. "It's great, bro....If I'm horny, go out to the bars, or can't get laid, I just go up to his room. He's willing, so what the hell."
We both busted out laughing, for no real apparent reason, which is an affect of mushrooms. But I couldn't believe my ears. Not about Todd, because that, I had suspected..but the fact that Pat would let him suck his dick. "But Trevor," he continued,"I gotta tell ya, there's no way in fuckin hell I'd go down on that dude...not my type, plus he's kind of creepy...but a BJ's a BJ in my book. Dude! He thinks I'm totally straight, and that I'm doing him a favor, by lettin him do that. He wants it. That's terribly wrong, I know it is. But hey, he propositions me, says he wants nothing back. Ya know? Anyway there has to be this high level of attraction for me to do that kind of shit with a guy. I mean, I just don't go blowin any random dude, there's standards. Know what I'm sayin'?"
I was stunned. He talked as if I knew all along, that he was bi. "What the hell, Pat? What was that little show you did earlier, making me feel so guilty, and all? Dude, that kinda pisses me off."
"Man, I have been trying to hint at you for over two years now Trevor, but I could never be positive about you. You do need to control yourself, though, because you give out a certain vibe, every now and again, and people will begin to suspect."
"Vibe, my ass! Damn bro, I been trying to throw hints your way since we met at the rush party, but I never new..not just till now, anyway." I was suddenly very horny, and under the influence of the drug, Pats body was now appeared hotter than ever to me. I wasn't sure if my perfuse sweat was from the humidity, the 'shrooms', or from his unexpected revelation of sexuality.
"Well, after you showed me your true colors, I decided I'd better come clean with you. I just couldn't earlier, didn't have the nerve. Even after you popped wood. I still wasn't sure, with all your straight acting bullshit. So here we are, dude its part of the reason I brought these 'shrooms'. I thought if there was ever a chance, I'd find out tonight. Especially on this shit, its amazing what people will blurt out."
He walked over by the fire, and put on some Pink Floyd. "My big brother used to listen to this shit...it'll trip you out."
"Oh, I's trippin' alright...So when was your first time with dude? And how do you keep from gettin a boner wrestling some hot guy?" I inquired, suddenly aware that my longtime dream was finally coming true.
"I was eleven. And I just don't think about it when I wrestle. I guess the fear of being outed keeps me in check. Also, not everyone gets hard at a drop of a hat......like some people."
We sat by the fire, squeezing oranges over the flame, watching the flames rise, listening to Comfortably Numb. Weird, huh? One of those things we discovered long ago when we were stoned. Its amazing what will fascinate someone who is high, let alone on a trip. The flames glowed on our suntanned bodies. Finally I was uninhibited, and able to just stare at Pat, and he at me, from across the campfire; able to check him out in all his splendor, no longer needing to hide my feelings. And the feeling was mutual, judging from the look in his eyes. We commented on the shadows that the flames cast on our chests, and how it looked like demons were rising from out of the fire, and consuming us. The we just danced about, and laughed uncontrollably, until our sides hurt.
We spent the better part of an hour telling our stories, amazed at how similar tour sexual backgrounds were. How both of us, at an early age, had engaged in tie up games with our friends. How we tried to put it aside in high school, only to have these same sex feelings continue to gnaw at us. In fact, our stories could not have been more alike. I even told Pat how I used to rig the deck, from time to time, so that when we played high card/low card for clothes, I would be sure to lose. This, because I liked losing more than winning, when it came to strip games and sexual servitude. But I also told him that I was a very convincing master, from time to time, and sometimes enjoyed that role.
He chuckled, saying he was just the opposite, but got into being tied up on some occasions. He preferred to be the dominant party, but was always a good sport, if he ever lost.
"So, how bout we wrestle and the loser has to be slave to the other all weekend, or for as long as he wants, anyway. Or we can play cards. But if you're wanting to lose, I'd say that unless hell freezes over, the wrestling is a sure bet you will be my bitch." He looked at me with a shit eating grin. "Hold on I will be right back." He went to the Bronco, got into the storage, and brought back a large tool box and some rope, and set them next to the tent.
"So when...umm..if I win, you gonna let me tie you up?" He asked, still unsure of my overwhelming excitement, and if I would indeed, go along with it.
"Hell yeah!" I said enthusiastically, and I'm sure that I was noticeably hard....once again.
"And I can do ANYTHING to you that I want?" Pat's right eyebrow raised, as he kicked the dirt with his barefoot, much like a bull ready to charge a matador.
"No piss, no shit, no blood...other than that...oh, and none of that fisting crap, either...other than that...anything goes. What goes around comes around Pat, just keep that in mind." I became very anxious, and was elated to see a sudden bulge in Brother Baker's shorts.
"Drink the rest of that beer and go pee. Grab the stereo, and meet me over by the bank, on that thick patch of grass." Pat picked up the tool box, and the coil of rope, and walked the fifty yards to his destination. "Bring my backpack from the tent, too!" He yelled back to me.
I had one hell of a hard hard time pissing, with such an erection, but soon, I was making my way through the blackness of the night, toward the flashlight beam off in the distance. I handed him the backpack and set the Stereo down. He reached into the pack and pulled out a bottle of baby oil, opened it and spread it all over his body, then tossed it to me.
"Oil up, Trevor, it'll make it more fair. At least this way, there will be some semblance of a challenge for me to pin you. You really sure you wanna do this? There's no quitting once we start. Anything goes, man. We can just sit here and do whatever if you want, but I think this shit's hot as hell. I never dreamed you'd be up for this crap!"
I just smiled and put on the oil. Teasingly I pulled my waistband forward, and poured oil down my shorts, instantly leaving a wet mark. I casually walked over to Pat and flicked him in his nuts. "That's for earlier, as swipe." I said.
With that gesture, he lunged at me, and the match was on. We wrestled around, laughing and screaming, and in no time we were on the ground. The slippery oil made it difficult to keep a good hold on each other. Pat reached around and pulled my shorts up, in a crude attempt at a wedgies. I tried to do the same, but he rolled me over and was behind me. The sound of tearing fabric alerted me to the fact that my sorts were being ripped. Soon, they were tattered and laying on the ground beside us.
At some point, Pat's shorts were missing, as well ....although still intact. I remember wondering if I had another pair, when I was thrown over onto my back, landing hard and winded. Pat plopped down, hard, onto my chest. Thus far, I had felt good about the fight I was putting up. I knew the inevitable outcome, but I wanted to prolong it for as long as I could. After all, he was a lettered, varsity wrestler, and I just felt good about being able to hold my own.
Suddenly, Pat's arms pinned my elbows to the ground. I bucked violently to throw him from my chest. Each time I would buck, Pat's balls hit me in the chin. I was amazed at how much bigger his dick was hard, but then again, it was a mere inches from my face.
He was relentless, and it was no holds barred. I had nearly freed myself, when he reached behind and squeezed my nuts hard. The pain put me off guard, and instantly, he was right on top of me. He maneuvered himself around, our bodies mixing in a potion of baby oil, sweat and the scent of male musk. The struggle ensued, until at last, he put me in body scissors, a very painful and questionable hold, the purpose of which, it seemed to me, was to inflict pain.
"Damn, Baker....Fuck! Is that legal?" I plead.
"Anything goes, Ukase no rules out here, it just you and me! Now say Uncle, you maggot!" He squeezed me tighter, as I hesitated....."UNCLE.......SAY IT BRO!!"
The pain was unbearable, and I relinquished, surrendering to my chosen foe. "Uncle!"
Immediately the pain subsided as he loosened his hold, and let go. I just layed on the ground, breathlessly huffing and gasping for air. "You put up a hella fight, Trevor, I had no idea you had it in you." He said, breathing hard.
He got into his tool box and pulled out a bag of plummers ties, like the nylon things cops use for temporary handcuffs. "Glad I didn't throw these away, now roll over on your stomach, pussy!"
I resisted, just to make things interesting. He came over and forcibly rolled me over, and pulled my arm up behind my back. "Gimme your other arm or I will break this one. " He threatened, trying to sound very serious.
Soon he had my wrists strapped behind my back. He walked me into the river so we could get the grass and dirt off our bodies. After rinsing off we headed back to shore. Pat walked behind me, and as soon as we were back on the sandbar, he kicked me, just below my hamstrings. My knees buckled and, instantly, I was headed to the ground, Pat grabbed me under the pits, lowering me to my knees. He walked around in front of me, grabbed his rigid cock, and tapped the swollen head of his blood engorged tool on my lips.
"Before we get started here, I got something I need you to take care of, bitch. Don't think I've not noticed you looking at my crotch..you've wanted this a long ass time, Trevor. Well here it is. All yours. So suck away, buddy, and don't waste my cum either. You fucking better swallow every last drop of my spooge. Got it? Now suck on it, boy." He grabbed a handful of my medium length, dishwater blonde hair, pulling it forcefully. His other hand was on his cock, guiding it to my mouth. Again I resisted, just for the sport of it, and he pulled my hair harder. "Open the fuck up! I ain't playing with ya, here! Now suck my fucking dick, asshole. " He demanded, and, of course, I did as he asked.
His penis was the perfect size, I mused. It was only about six inches hard, but I soon found I had no problem taking his whole shaft, into my mouth. I had fantasized about this moment for two fucking years; this exact situation. Now here I was, nursing on Pat's cock like there was no tomorrow, and it tasted better than I could have ever imagined. He moved both of his hands to my ears, grasping them, and some hair, as well. As my head bobbed back and forth on his penis, I can recall the sensation of my nose being tickled by the matt of short blonde pubic hair. I giggled at the feeling, but was unable to speak.
"You think this is funny?" Pat looked down upon my scalp, from above. He began to fuck my face with an intense vigor. He grabbed my head, and at the moment his entire shaft was in my mouth, he pulled me closer still, my nose flattened by his lower abdomen. Then he would proceed to fuck my mouth from that position, each time, his cock driving deeper and deeper into my throat.."Yeah suck that cock, you faggot. Come on Trevor, be a good little cock sucker and suck it like you really mean it!"
It went on like this for what seemed like an eternity. I found myself submersed into the role of being his slave. I had never had anyone talk shit on me while engaged in sex. The more rude he was, the more turned on and aroused I became.
"Fuck yeah, you bitch, suck it all. You like my cock in your mouth don't you, you piece of shit."
His thrusts got faster and faster, until finally, he rammed it in as far as he could. I could see his muscle tense, with that final thrust, he grabbed my ears so hard, I thought he was going to tear them off. Gusher after gusher of hot, slimy cum spewed into my eager mouth, and as much as I tried to swallow it all, it was too much for me. Some of the creamy goo ran out onto my chin, and some dripped onto Pat's feet.
His look of pleasure, turned to one of feigned disapproval. "What the fuck!" He put his fist beneath my chin and jerked my head up, so that I was looking up his torso. "Fuck, Trevor, you were doing so well, too. Now you went and spoiled it. Now, fucking lick that shit off your chin!" I complied, after which he took his finger and scooped up what I couldn't reach, then placed his finger into my open mouth. "Suck that finger, boy!" I lapped up all of Pat's nectar from his forefinger. Then, quite aggressively, he put his hand on my head and forced my head down to his feet.
"Lick that spooge off my damned feet too! In fact, keep licking till I say you can stop."
I had never done anything like this before, but I was really getting into it; mostly because it was Pat, I suppose. But in some respect, it was because I felt he had cute little feet. So I eagerly did as I was told. I lapped up all the drops of cum, and eagerly licked his feet clean, surprising, even myself.
"Alright, up ya go." He hoisted me up to my feet and flicked the head of my hard cock with his finger. "Anything goes, huh?" He looked at me and winked.
"Can I recant?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Too late for that shit. I gave you a chance, remember? Now you are all mine!" Pat smirked and knuckled me hard in my sternum. He licked along the rim of my ear, then whispered into it, "And Brother, you're in for one helluva long ass night." He pushed me in the back, up along a narrow path, to the old cottonwood tree. He taped a small stone to the end of the rope, and hurled it over a branch. He then cut the strap on my wrists, and brought my hands out in front of me. Quickly and expertly, he went about his task, tying them together with the rope, and wrapping the excess rope around my wrists, several times. Next, he pulled the other end of the rope, tightly, which jerked my arms straight up into the air and stretching my torso. Satisfied with his progress, he anchored the loose end, tying it around the tree's trunk.
My head was spinning, as the drug induced stupor continued, greatly amplifying the suspense and eroticism of my situation. Not knowing what was to come, or what plans my pledge brother had for me, made it all the more enticing. The sounds of Metallica, Enter Sandman blared from the stereo, as I hung there, arms stretched to the sky; a piece of meat, for simple pleasures and at the sexual disposal of another.
He walked up to me, his chest pressing against mine, his face so close I could feel his every breath. "This is gonna be real fun. Don't go nowhere, I'll be right back." He reached up, with one hand, and twisted my nipple, while giving my balls a light squeeze with the other. I grimaced, and my dick was hard with anticipation. He turned, walked away, and disappeared into the darkness.