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Subject: Finding My Tribe, Chapter 5 and Epilogue (Adult-Youth) This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended. Copyright reserved by author, 2018, 2019. ___________________________________________ 5. The shadows in the streets had grown a lot longer by the time we returned to the apartment and I knew, however much I didn’t want to know it, that I had to head home or there could be trouble. More play time with Rick and Bob would have to wait for another day. They were both teachers whose summer school gigs were winding up, which meant that they were going to leave the next weekend for a month in Provincetown. They were eagerly looking forward to their vacation, but I was sad and they knew it. They insisted that I should call them after they got back, so there was at least the consolation of knowing that I’d see them again. Riding the subway uptown to catch my bus home, I missed them already. I don’t remember much about that month when Bob and Rick were away except that I practically counted the days till they’d be back. Even after they returned, it was a few more days before I found them at home when I called, which I could only do when my parents were out or by finding a pay phone. Eventually I did get hold of them and we made a date to get together soon and this time I came up with some excuse to explain why I wouldn’t be home for dinner. At least I was lucky in having parents who acknowledged that I was growing up and weren’t overprotective, didn’t worry about my getting into some kind of trouble, and who didn’t ask a barrage of questions when I told them I was going out. A few days later I was back in the West Village, in the apartment that had already come to feel like a second home, as Bob and Rick, both sporting deep tans, poured the drinks and showed me their vacation pictures. I felt like we’d become part of a family of some kind, though exactly what kind was more than I could work out. I quickly gave up trying to do that and just enjoyed the comfortable feeling that here was where I belonged and these were my people. After we’d talked about Ptown, what I’d been up to, and my college plans — Rick and Bob were educators, after all — Bob changed the subject. “Do you remember how it felt when I put my finger up your butt and played with your prostate?” he asked. I said that I did. “Do you know what else you can do with a guy’s butt, or he can do with yours?” “Not really,” I said, meaning not at all. “Well, now you’re going to find out,” he said. Before Bob slid his finger into my ass, I’d had no idea that people played with each other like that or that there could be any reason why they’d want to. When he began to slide his finger inside me, I thought it was beyond gross, though I stopped worrying about that as soon as I discovered how unbelievably amazing it felt. Now I was long past my initial revulsion and wanted to know more. “Stand up,” Bob said softly, and when I did, he slowly began to undress me, letting his fingers graze my belly, groin and thighs, as he removed my shirt, pants, and finally the underpants that used to be his and were now my most treasured possession. I shivered with pleasure as he removed my clothes now, just as I had the first time. My cock began to stir. As Bob undressed me, Rick began to lose his own clothes. That’s when I saw it; saw the tan line left by his very skimpy bathing suit. “I could never go to the beach in a suit like that!” I nearly shrieked. “You could on some beaches in Ptown,” he replied with a lewd grin. When Bob had my clothes in a pile on the sofa, instead of stripping himself, he asked me to undress him. I’d never undressed anyone before but I really wanted to make Bob feel what I’d just felt, so I was a little nervous when I took the hem of his polo shirt and began to lift it over his torso and upraised arms. I did my best to let him feel my fingers glide lightly over his body as I pulled the shirt off him and again as I moved my hands back toward his waist. Bob’s eyes were closed and he was smiling. Feeling a little more sure of myself, I teased his belly before unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops of his shorts, and then again before unfastening the button and lowering the zipper. I let them drop to the floor as my hands went back to his chest and nipples. As my hands moved, I glanced at Bob’s face to see if he liked what I was doing. He did. So did I. And so did his growing cock. Always before, with Bob and Rick, they had been in control while all I did izmit rus escort was sit back and enjoy the ride. Now our roles had flipped and I was the one with the power to make Bob breathe deeply and whisper “Yeah!” on the long exhales. I was loving that power as much I loved the way Rick and Bob had used their power over me. Knowing that I was able to give back to Bob some of the pleasure he had given me, despite my inexperience, bolstered my confidence. Finally, I drew the backs of my fingers teasingly over the fabric covering Bob’s cock and watched it jerk as I went for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them swiftly down. Bob had a look of pure bliss on his face and even Rick seemed to enjoy the show. “Let’s head into the bedroom,” Rick said, and there was that grin again. We moved into the bedroom. Rick got a ratty looking sheet out of the closet and spread it over the bed. Then he turned to me and said that using your finger to play with your partner’s ass was only foreplay for most guys and usually led to a stiff cock going where the finger had been. “Taking it up your ass might hurt a little at first but then it starts to feel really great, … if you like to bottom,” Rick said. “I’ll admit that it’s probably gonna hurt if you’ve never done it before, and some guys never learn to like it. That’s when Bob butted in to say that he and Rick were tops with other guys, but that they took turns with each other. “And we might even let you have a fuck, if you behave yourself,” he added. “Tops” and “bottoms” were terms that I’d never heard used this way before, but I didn’t need to ask what they meant. “Alright now, pay attention,” Bob said. “This is going to be on the exam.” “Ready to get stuffed?” Rick asked him. Then, without waiting for an answer, “Get me hard, babe!” Rick lay on his back on the bed as Bob got on his knees straddling Rick’s lower legs, and faced his lover. As he bent over to take Rick’s already chubby cock in his mouth, Bob’s ass went up and his cheeks spread apart just enough to display his butthole to my rapt gaze. Rick didn’t need much help getting hard and he soon told Bob to stop or else he might cum then and there. He got up and now Bob was flat on his back. Bob looked at me long enough to flash the same sexy, bad boy grin I’d seen on Rick half an hour earlier. If those two had looked at me that way and told me to rob a bank for them, I’d have done it. Rick squirted some K-Y into his hand, rubbed some on his cock and some into and around Bob’s asshole. Taking his thick cock in his hand, he pointed the crimson head at Bob’s hole but didn’t push it in right away. Instead, he teased the innermost part of Bob’s ass cheeks with it and fucked it up and down his butt crack. From the sounds Bob made and the way his body almost writhed, I could tell that he was loving it. Only after Bob had begged for it long enough, did Rick gently stretch his lover’s hole open with the tip of his cock and slowly bury the whole length of it deep inside. Bob grimaced a few times but otherwise didn’t seem to be in any pain. Once in, Rick began a languid, sexy, rhythmic, fuck that had me as worked up as they were. I didn’t want to spoil whatever they were going to do with me by cumming now, but I had to keep reminding myself to get my hand away from my own hard cock. I hadn’t expected Rick to be so considerate of his lover. If I’d been fucking Bob, I’d have just pumped my dick in and out him and wouldn’t have lasted long. Rick showed me how much more fun you could have by taking it slow and easy, letting the erotic tension build up gradually until it was so powerful at last that you couldn’t hold back any longer. I don’t know how long that fuck lasted. A lot longer than it seemed, I’m sure. Rick took his time, varying his rhythm, speed, and forcefulness. Sometimes he teased the opening of Bob’s hole with only the tip of his dick, sometimes he withdrew all the way and then quickly plunged back in as deep as he could. All the while, Bob jerked his own cock and let Rick know how he felt with a string of grunts, expletives, moans, and sounds I wouldn’t know how to describe. Most of the time they maintained eye contact, just as I’d seen them do before. I was standing right next to them, but they only saw each other. Rick read Bob perfectly and varied the fuck to give him just what he wanted. When Bob finally did come, and Rick soon after, they were totally spent. By the time Rick had thrust his cock one last time into Bob, collapsed on top of izmit escort him, and tenderly kissed him, they were both covered in sweat and cum. They lay together like that for a few more minutes before remembering that they had an audience. “You still here?” Rick teased. “Give the poor kid a break, will you? Look how sexually frustrated he is. If any more blood tries to force its way into his dick it’ll explode,” said Bob. Then, turning to me, he said, “C’mon. Get in here with us,” as he moved away from Rick a bit and patted the small space between them. We all squeezed in together and soon I was covered with their sweat and cum too. I had Bob holding me from one side and Rick doing the same from the other. I felt so good jammed in between them that I even forgot how desperate I’d been to get off, myself. We’d lain there quietly like that for a while, when Bob said, “Stuart’s been a good boy. I think we should do something nice for him.” Then, addressing me, “Want to try a bit of what you just watched us do?” “Can I?” I asked. “Sure. Top bunk or bottom?” “Huh?” “Do you want to fuck or get fucked?” I thought for a moment, then said, “I liked it a lot when you fucked me with your finger, but I’m afraid to try to get a cock as big as you guys’ inside me. That may take a little more practice. Could I fuck one of you?” Rick volunteered to take one for the team, since he’d just put a week’s worth of hard wear and tear on Bob’s asshole. He took a few licks on my dick, but since I was already hard he soon flipped over on his back as Bob got out of his way. Bob handed me the K-Y and told me to make sure to put plenty of it on my cock and in Rick’s ass. Rick raised his legs and gripped the back of his knees. His hole spread apart just a bit, as Bob’s had done, only this time I was going to be the one to force it to take a cock all the way down. I watched for a moment, enjoying the way the wet hairs were matted down around Rick’s hole and the half smile on his face, as he looked at me and waited for me to begin. I wanted this to be good. I wanted Rick to love getting fucked by me as much as he’d made Bob love getting fucked by him. I mentally reviewed what I’d just seen Rick do to Bob so that I could try to do the same. Then I squeezed a big blob of K-Y onto my palm, applied some to my cock, some to Rick’s butt crack, and used a finger to put the rest inside him. I thought I’d be nervous at this point, but I wasn’t. Somehow I felt relaxed, confident and in control. I smiled at Rick, hooked his legs over my shoulders, leaned in toward him, lowered my ass a bit, and began teasing the entrance to his hole and the innermost parts of his cheeks with my cock. I slid it up and down along his butt crack, just as I’d watched Rick do. I still hadn’t tried to enter him, but the noises he made and the look on his face told me that this was exactly what he wanted. The look on Rick’s face grew more urgent until finally he said, “Okay, put it in me. Just go slow at first and stop if I tell you to.” I put the head up against his hole and slowly began to sink into him, looking steadily into Rick’s eyes as I did. Just as when he fucked Bob, I saw a few small grimaces, but nothing that looked like he might be in pain, so I kept up the steady, gentle, pressure. Soon, I was all the way in and Rick was saying, “Okay, now fuck me slow and easy at first, the way you saw me fuck Bob.” I visualized that intensely sexy fuck as I slowly began to move inside Rick. Sometimes my strokes were long and deep, sometimes short and teasing. I wanted him to feel like I wasn’t just fucking, but making love to him, because that’s how it felt to me. Just as I’d seen them do with each other, I kept my eyes on Rick’s and he kept his on mine. The look in those eyes and the sounds he made told me that he liked what I was doing. As I grew even more confident and relaxed, I paid greater attention to my own feelings. I loved the way Rick’s warm, tight, ass gripped my dick even as it let me move easily inside him. Most of all, maybe, I loved the simple fact of just being inside Rick; the way I felt so connected to him; so aware of his feelings. I loved the way sexual tension was gradually building up in every nerve from my toes to my scalp, and not just the ones in my dick. I glanced over for a moment and looked at Bob, who was on the bed next to us jerking off as he watched. There was that lascivious grin again and this time I returned it. Once Rick had relaxed enough to let me take charge, he began to stroke his kocaeli escort own cock. Even though he’d just cum inside Bob, I could see that I wasn’t the only one who felt the growing tension. That intense look in his eyes and the low guttural sounds he made, frequently interrupted by a “Fuck!” or a “Shit!,” gave me permission to finally go all out. And all out I went, thrusting hard, deep, and fast. All that mattered now was the raw urgency of my own need. I didn’t last much longer. Throwing my head back in another silent scream, I pumped a large load as deep inside Rick as I could get it. My arm muscles became so twitchy that I could barely support myself above him. When I was at last able to open my eyes again, Rick was jerking his cock hard and fast. Something told me to put a finger into his ass and play with his prostate as Bob had done with mine, and that quickly put him over the edge for the second time in an hour. The sight of Rick shooting, and the blobs and droplets of cum that rested on the hairs covering his stomach, was all Bob needed. He raised himself up, aimed his cock at Rick, and soon blobs of his semen joined his lover’s in sticking to all that fur. When Bob’s breathing slowed down and he opened his eyes again, Rick looked at him and said, indicating me with a small jerk of his head, “He’s pretty good, you know?” Then he smiled at me. I felt like I’d just won Olympic gold. Once more, we hugged and wriggled against each other until we were all coated with each other’s sweat and cum. Only after we’d lain on the bed, quietly nestled up against one another for a while, did anyone suggest a shower. Epilogue By this time, vacation was nearly over and soon Rick and Bob would be back at work, I’d be back in school, and other activities would pick up as well. The three of us had grown close over the summer, so I knew that I’d see them occasionally during the school year, and I did. And not just for sex. They took me holiday shopping with them, we went to a couple of movies, and met for meals or drinks a few times too. Apart from visits to Grove Street, though, my sex life went back to where it had been. I longed to show a few of the guys I was hot for in my senior class what I’d learned over the summer, but that was out of the question. And yet, …. If the part of me that my friends and family saw looked the same as it always had, my inner life was now and forever would be completely changed. The time when I and most gay men would be able to leave the closet safely might still be well in the future, but I now I understood a lot more about who I was and what I wanted in life. At the time, that was more than enough. One of those things that I wanted most in my life was to have Rick and Bob share it with me, and I’m profoundly grateful that this was what they wanted, too. That wasn’t always easy during my last year of high school, but once I began my freshman year at a college not very far from New York, I’d take the train into the city now and then to spend an entire weekend with them. College was also where I finally — finally! — began to find other guys my age who were members of the same tribe I was. They’d all been as timid and isolated in high school as I’d been, so it took a little while for us to find each other, but once we did, I never again felt as lonely as I’d felt all my life till then. Over the four years of college and beyond, I’d share the dish about my sex life and boyfriends with Rick and Bob — just as they’d dish with me about their hookups and let me see some new addition to their photo album. It wasn’t all about dish and good times, though. They were the first adults in my life to whom I could bring my problems — boyfriends, family, school, whatever — and trust them enough to tell them everything without fearing that they wouldn’t understand. That feeling of trust and confidence was mutual. I said earlier in this story how they’d impressed me the day we met by treating me as an adult, no different from themselves; and they always did, sharing their lives with me as much as I’d shared mine with them. They were the nucleus of my new, gay, family and remain so today, though how we all made it this far is a story for another time. ________________________________ AUTHOR’S NOTES: I hope you’ve all enjoyed this tale as much as I did writing it. Thank you for the kind comments I’ve received. I enjoyed reading all of them, but I was especially gratified by those from readers who recognized themselves in Stuart. Please join me in supporting Nifty in recognition of the unique role they play in bringing readers and writers together. Even a small donation helps. To contribute, go to fty/donate I welcome readers’ comments, for better or for worse. Please send them ail . Have fun! Wilde