Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen - Sex Stories

Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen

... we found the first marker flag. Then we just followed the path the surveyor had cut through the already sparse foliage. The trail they made was easy to follow and pretty safe for two naked boys. I had taken the machete with me to handle any brush we might need to get through. But I also used it to notch trees at each flag to help make the boundary a little more permanent.

By the time we made it back to camp, we were tired and clouds were blowing in. The temperature was dropping as the sunset quickly approached. We jumped in the lake for a few minutes to cool off and rinse off any sweat and other dirt we might have picked up in the woods.

We put together some dinner and moved the sleeping bag to an inflatable mattress in the back of the Jeep. Thursday night promised to be a little too chilly to sleep outside naked. But we had no intention of sleeping together any other way.

Even after dark, the fire kept us warm enough for an hour or so as we drank a few beers.

“What was that this morning?” Bo asked. “I wasn’t expecting you to put my cock in your mouth.”

“Neither was I,” I admitted. “Then again, I wasn’t expecting you to deep-throat me either. I never thought I’d touch another guy’s dick or jack him off or taste his cum or kiss him either. But here we are. With everything we’ve done this summer, with every new feeling I’ve had, I just did it. Don’t know why. It just felt like the thing to do. I wanted to give back, worship the great sex god Bo-Bo. Was it ...

... wrong? Am I –?”

“I’m just sixteen. I’m no expert,” Bo said. “But I don’t think anything you’ve done to me really makes you permanently gay. I know you’ve been worried about this all day. You’re still no more than bi. I know you didn’t stop liking girls today. I know everything we talked about at the beach is still true. As much as I wish you were, you aren’t really gay. You’re bi – even if you’re that. For all we know, after this summer, you’ll never want to touch another guy, even me. This could be some one-time experimentation.”

“I can’t imagine ever not wanting to be your friend,” I said.

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t be friends,” Bo corrected me. “We’ll always be friends even without the benefits.”

“I just –,” I thought out loud. “I never thought about doing that or any of the stuff we’ve been doing. I never considered I might be anything except straight.”

“I’ve been feeling what you’re feeling since we met,” Bo said. “We never consider we might be one of the different ones. And when we realize we are, it takes a hot minute to come to terms with it.”

“It’s just I thought I had a handle on all the other stuff,” I said.

“I know. It’s one thing to be a straight guy who jacks off with his friend out of curiosity,” Bo interpreted how I felt before I did. “It’s something else entirely to put another guy’s cock in your mouth. But it’s not like you actually sucked my cock. You just licked my cum off. I mean, you’ve been eating my cum all summer.”

“Exactly. I mean, ...