Three Days in May
by Toby Johnston
Chapter 2
Meet my Parents
I took off, and this time, he had to sprint just to catch up with me .
I snatched my beach towel right as we crested the hill, dragging it down onto the reverse side of the ridge—the exact secluded spot he had insisted on staying to keep us completely out of sight of the beach. The two of us dropped down onto the terrycloth and shucked our wet shorts off as fast as we humanly could, kicking them away into the sand.
We lay back side by side, our eyes eagerly flying up and down each other's bare bodies, trying to take every single inch of it in at once. God, he was beautiful. His damp hair was curling in every direction, and those baby blue-eyes were so warm, so expressive. I reached out, wanting to see with my hands, not just my eyes.
I lightly traced along his sharp jawline. He shivered as I trailed my fingertips down his neck to those broad shoulders. He was super lean, but really well-muscled. Obviously, he worked out. It almost looked like he'd accidentally gone a little too far on his cut after a big bulk. I swim butterfly, and I'm super proud of my own shoulders, but his had me totally beat—in an awesome way.
Caleb was still following my lead. He stretched his hand out and mimicked my touching, almost exactly. I grinned, realizing the opportunity. My own nipples are hardwired straight to my cock, so doing that to someone else always makes my own mind race.
I shifted my fingers down to the mound of his chest until I found his nipple—still hard and standing at attention from the cold water. I gently ran my thumb in a circle all around it, feeling the tiny goosebumps instantly rising up on his skin. I gave the little nub a gentle pinch and a tug. He gasped, arching up, his entire body shuddering— success .
I quickly got a taste of my own medicine. The exact second Caleb moved to mimic the move on me, a massive shockwave went straight down to my balls. My turn to arch my back, thrusting my chest into his hand. "Oh fuck ," I croaked, my eyes flying shut. "Please...harder..."
I heard a breathless little giggle escape him, but he did exactly as I asked.
Now I was the one who had to worry about a false start. If I didn't hold back, I was going to trigger a premature launch and disqualify myself before the race even really started. It was definitely time for Caleb's next first.
I rolled forward, pushing him gently onto his back, then raised myself up on my hands and knees, straddling him. He looked up at me with that beautiful smile—clearly wondering what was next, and clearly happy to let me do whatever I wanted.
First, I gently kissed all around his face: his damp hair, that broad forehead, his sharp eyebrows. He closed his eyes as I kissed each eyelid, reopening them the second I moved on to his stunning cheekbones.
"You like that?" I murmured, my lips brushing his cheek.
"Yeah," he breathed, his hands coming up to rest on my thighs. "Everything you're doing...yeah."
My mind was already spinning. This boy was different—I already knew it down to my core. I wanted him, badly, but I didn't want to go too fast or risk scaring him off.
"Caleb, I want to do something," I murmured, looking directly into his eyes. "Something really special. But if I'm moving too fast, please, just tell me."
He lifted his head from the sand, and I saw his jaw set with a sudden, fierce determination. "Gray, what we're doing right now? I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember. You're not moving too fast. You're making up for lost time. Get it?"
Message received loud and clear. Green light.
I paused at all the spots that usually drive me crazy, not knowing yet if they matched his. He was incredibly vocal, not to mention squirmy, the second I did. My lips and teeth gave both of his nipples the exact same attention my fingers had; he arched his back, a low, primal growl vibrating in his throat.
"Gray," he gasped out, his fingers digging into my legs. "Oh God, that's...too much."
"Not even close," I teased, nipping gently at his ribs. "We're just getting started."
His whole torso twisted as I worked my way down his stomach, first tracing the deep groove down the center, then working my way back up to outline the sharp definition of his eight-pack. I could literally feel his muscles fluttering completely out of control beneath my tongue.
"You're so sensitive here," I whispered against his skin, loving the way he shivered. "Look at you."
"I can't help it," he whined softly, his head tossing back against the towel.
I'm super proud of my own V-line, but compared to Caleb's it was almost flat; his was a distinct mound of muscle extending all the way down from his lower abs, creating deep, deep hollows on either side. I cupped the heat of it with my hand as I kissed and licked my way down each side—teasing, titillating, and very successfully driving him absolutely wild underneath me.
By the time I paused and lifted my head up, his pre-cum was actually pooled in his little belly button and trickling down the sides of his V-line. I like a clean work surface, so I eagerly leaned back in to address the issue. Flattening out my tongue, I licked up the slick trails on his skin, then sucked his belly button completely empty. He tasted every bit as delicious as he looked.
I looked up his torso, catching his eye as I swiped my tongue across my wet lips. "You taste amazing, Caleb. Like salt and sweet sweat."
Caleb's chest heaved, his eyes wide and completely blown out as he stared down at me in total awe. "You...you're actually tasting me," he breathed, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and pure thrill. "Gray...nobody's ever done that."
"Get used to it," I whispered with a smirk.
I slid one hand underneath him to cup the tight muscle of his butt cheek, and with the other, I lifted his pulsing cock up off his stomach. He was so incredibly hard it almost slipped right out of my fingers.
He had his arm tucked behind his head, his eyes completely wide. We both locked our gaze onto his cock as I held it pointing straight skyward. He was bigger than me—noticeably longer, and beautifully thick. I grinned, a heavy, hot ache dropping straight into my groin. God, I love sucking cock. My balls were literally tingling just looking at it, starving to feel him inside my mouth.
I brought my tongue in slowly, keeping the tip pointed so he could watch it nearing his head. First, I swiped across the rim of his crown from side to side, then focused on the sensitive ridge on the underside, and finally lapped up and over the very top, adding my own spit to his already glistening tip.
Caleb just panted, his mouth hanging half open as he watched me. "Oh...fuck...Gray...too much, no—more..."
I could feel his adorable butt clenching and flexing hard right in my palm—it even quivered. I didn't know his specific signs yet, but I knew boy signs. He definitely wasn't going to last the way Cameron and I had conditioned ourselves to. As much as I wanted to tease him and go slow, it just wasn't going to happen if I wanted this to last.
I lifted back up and locked eyes with him. Then, I opened my mouth as wide as I could.
Caleb looked completely shocked, his eyes wild and his own mouth parting just like mine. I kept our eyes locked as I leaned down and took him in. His swollen head pressed heavily against my tongue, my lips sliding smoothly down his spit-slick shaft—fuck, he was really stretching them out. I swallowed him all the way to the back of my throat and paused right there, taking a deep breath through my nose. I swallowed hard, letting my throat muscles tightly massage his head.
"Ngh...fuck. Oh, Gray," he whimpered, his hands flying up to grip my hair.
He started bucking his hips up off the towel, but I held his weight down with my hand on his hip and pressed my thumb firmly against the base of his shaft until the intense spasm passed and he calmed down. Once his breathing hitched, I started back up, pulling my mouth back until just his head was trapped inside my lips. I swirled my tongue all around the rim, reveling in the taste of even more pre-cum. He was leaking like crazy.
It took all my experience and tricks to keep him from going over the edge. His first blowjob, I refused to let it be over and done in thirty seconds, no matter what his lack of control was. I wanted it to be memorable—no, better than memorable. I wanted it seared into his subconscious for all eternity.
But I was fighting a constant, brutal battle against his own anatomy.
Every time I slid all the way down, letting his thick shaft stretch my lips to the limit, I could feel the warning signs. His core would lock up, his eight-pack turning to absolute stone beneath my chest, and those deep hollows of his V-line would twitch on the verge of a total eruption. The second I felt that heat rising, I'd immediately change tactics. I'd pull completely off him, dragging my wet lips slowly up to the crown, and blow a soft, cool breath of air over his glistening head.
Caleb would let out a shattered, agonizing whine, his fingers clutching blindly at my hair. "Gray...please, don't stop...I need..."
"Hold on for me," I'd murmur, keeping my gaze locked on his wild, unraveled eyes.
While his brain tried to process the sudden drop in temperature, my hands went to work tempering the fuse. I kept my thumb locked tight at the base of his cock to choke back the reflex, while my other hand firmly massaged his thighs and the tight, quivering muscles of his butt, drawing the frantic energy away from his groin. I was manually resetting his clock, calming the storm just enough to buy us a few more precious seconds.
The moment his hips stopped trembling, I'd plunge right back into the assault. I'd flood him all over again, swirling my tongue ruthlessly around his crown, letting the thick heat of my saliva coat him before swallowing him deep to the back of my throat. I worked him rhythmically, deliciously, deliberately trying to make his brain completely lock up and refuse to function, only to pull back and freeze him the exact millisecond he neared the point of no return.
We repeated the agonizing cycle two, three, four times, stretching the pleasure out until Caleb was completely helpless—vibrating like a tuning fork underneath me, his chest heaving as he drowned in the pure sensory overload of it all.
Finally, my tricks failed—or at least, Caleb's body completely overwhelmed them. I'd pulled off a fifth time, blowing softly across his deep purple head, when I saw his slit widening...and not closing back up. His whole body locked up, his back arching clear off the towel. He was trying to say something, but it came out completely unintelligible. We'd reached the breaking point.
I dove back down on his cock before he could explode, flattening my tongue against the underside and darting it frantically along his shaft. I felt the final swell, his cock expanding even beyond its normal width like a balloon when you squeeze the end. He let out a breathless whisper-scream as his first shot launched straight into the back of my mouth.
My stretched lips were smiling around him as I furiously swallowed, trying to stay ahead of the flood. Seven heavy shots hit in rapid succession, his hips bucking up hard with each one, as if he were trying to force the cum as deep into my throat as it could possibly go. Finally, after the last pulse, that rigid arch relaxed, and he collapsed heavily back onto the towel.
"Wow, Gray...that...was...incredible..." he managed to gasp out, desperately fighting for air.
I gently nursed his cock, softly massaging the length to milk the very last of his cum. At the first spasm of post-orgasm sensitivity, I pulled off completely. I gave his shaft one last appreciative kiss, then climbed up his body, laying my weight comfortably across his heaving chest. I wasn't sure whose grin was bigger; we were two very, very happy boys. Leaning on one arm, I used my free hand to slowly run my fingers through his hair, helping him calm down.
"So...that was okay?" I giggled.
"Fuck yeah. Just okay , though," he laughed, his voice still raspy.
I leaned in and gave him a few soft, lingering kisses. Like I said, I love sucking cock, but I also love the cuddling afterward. For a second, I thought he might actually fall asleep right under me, but he suddenly rallied. I saw a fresh, determined look flash into his eyes.
Before I could ask what he was thinking, he pushed up against me and rolled me right over onto my back, effortlessly reversing our positions so he was the one lying on top of me.
I knew that receiving a blowjob and giving one were two entirely different levels of comfort—especially for a guy's very first time. I could wait. I already knew I wanted this to be more than a physical hookup. I wanted to give him a graceful out, just in case. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Caleb…"
Oops. The sudden flash of fierce, stubborn anger on his face told me immediately that it was the wrong thing to say. Second time I'd seen that set jaw determination.
"Gray, I've wanted to do this for at least five years," he said, his voice dropping into a low, deadly serious register. "Nothing—repeat, nothing —is going to stop me. If you try to run, I'll tackle you, tie you down, and do it anyway!"
"Umm, I surrender then?" I giggled, raising my hands in mock defeat. "Don't let it be said I ever stood in the way of a guy wanting to give his first blowjob!"
Caleb started out using the Grayson Playbook , kissing and licking his way down my body. Not that I was complaining in the slightest—he was executing the exact same moves I'd just used on him, and they threw me for an total loop. The second his tongue hit my nipples, I was done. I was writhing, moaning, and whimpering just as much as he had underneath me.
Whatever he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in pure enthusiasm. He'd even picked up on my sharp intake of breath when his fingers brushed my chest; this time, he pinched my nipple a little harder, then leaning down to bite it gently.
My reaction was instantaneous. I arched clear off the towel, trying to force more of my nipple into his warm mouth, my hands flying straight to the back of his head to press him further into my chest.
"Fuck...Ca...yes...please...harder..." I gasped, my brain failing to fully connect with my tongue.
Caleb pulled back just an inch, his lips wet and a victorious, confident power ringing in his voice. "Hah. The mighty Gray, finally revealing his vulnerabilities," he smirked, looking down at me with absolute relish.
Before I could even attempt a snappy comeback, he dropped back down to exquisitely torture me, taking a brief detour to bathe my armpits before jumping down to my abs. Mine are very symmetrical, distinct mounds—I put a lot of work in at the gym to get and keep them that way. He put his whole mouth over each individual muscle; sucking, slurping, and even playfully munching on them. I was literally trying to run geometry equations in my head just to calm my racing pulse down.
Just as he had, I wanted to watch. I tucked both arms behind my head, keeping my upper torso raised so I could see everything. He was grinning just as much as I had been when I was working on him. He'd waited five years for this, and clearly, the guy was loving every single second of it.
With a single fingertip, he lightly traced the edge of my sharp tan line—low on my waist and then high along my thigh. "You wear a Speedo," he murmured, his voice low and fascinated. "A very little Speedo."
"Varsity swimming," I said proudly, my chest tightening as his finger moved. "Butterfly, Individual Medley, Medley Relay, and Freestyle Relay. Want no drag. Little Speedo and I shave."
"I noticed, Aquaboy ," he giggled, leaning down to kiss the trimmed edges of my pubes.
He pushed both of my knees outward when he finally made it down to my groin. I was definitely not expecting him to dive straight into the crease of my thigh—one of my most sensitive, hidden areas.
I squealed, a high, broken "Ah-hph!" ripping right out of my throat.
My hips jumped violently off the towel, and I instinctively spread my legs out as far as I possibly could, pulling my ankles up toward my butt to open myself completely and give him all the room to maneuver he wanted. He took it—and then some; licking and kissing down one side, under my balls, and up the other.
I let out a broken whimper the exact second I felt him pull away. "No, no…go back…don't stop…"
But Caleb had entirely different plans.
He licked his way up my swollen balls, tracing a wet line along the thin ridge in the middle before continuing right up the center of my throbbing shaft. His tongue came back down on the side, up the middle; again, and again. His hand joined working my now slick shaft—his touch gentle, but firm.
I felt his hot breath blow across my head, then, a split second later, his wet mouth clamped down over the head of my cock. He didn't take a whole lot of me in, but his mouth and hand were in perfect, agonizing harmony. The dual friction—wet, hot, and relentlessly fast—completely shattered whatever was left of my sanity. I wasn't just overwhelmed; my brain was short-circuiting.
I felt the volcanic tingle ignite deep under my balls and did nothing to slow it down. I just rode the incredible, roaring wave.
"Fuck, Caleb...yes...right there..." I groaned, my voice breaking as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
Caleb didn't back off a single millimeter. Instead, he sped up, his tongue swirling all over my sensitive head; his eyes locking onto mine as his mouth clamped down tight.
My legs were thrown wide, my butt bucking so high it never even touched the towel, and my core burned as I violently thrust my hips up to meet every downward stroke. I didn't even consider warning him. He'd already aggressively shot down my graceful out.
I threw my head back as I finally came, my entire body going completely rigid as my cock began to pulse violently. I think the sheer volume and velocity of the release actually surprised him; he choked and coughed hard on the raw pressure of the first two pulses, his chest heaving under the shock. But he recovered instantly, stubbornly keeping his wet lips wrapped tight around me as the heavy pulses slowed into a steady, rhythmic stream.
"Holy shit," I whispered, my chest still heaving. "Caleb..."
He let out a breathless laugh, climbing up my chest. "So...good, you think?"
"Are you absolutely sure that was your first time?" I wondered, staring up at him in pure awe. "That...was...intense."
Caleb's cheeks instantly flushed a deep crimson, suddenly looking incredibly embarrassed at just how flawlessly and aggressively he'd performed. "I watch a lot of porn," he giggled, burying his face in my neck.
"You need to share your favorite sites," I muttered sleepily, stroking his warm back.
This time, we both completely passed out. Sweaty. Salty. Cum everywhere.
I wasn't sure how long we were actually asleep before the Imperial March blasted from my iPhone jarred us both awake. It was my dad, casually asking if my new friend and I planned on joining them for lunch. I didn't bother asking how he knew I had a new friend, he just does.
Talk about surreal. It is a profoundly weird experience trying to have a perfectly normal, breezy phone conversation with your father when the boy who you just traded blowjobs with is lying right there on top of you. Especially because Caleb chose that exact moment to be a complete devil.
Instead of laying still, he leaned down and started lightly, deliberately kissing my chest, his lips tracing teasing circles around my nipple while I was trapped on the line. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to force my voice not to shake or let a gasp slip through.
I managed to tell dad we'd be right there and quickly hung up, looking down at the gorgeous, naked guy smirk-kissing my ribs. Now came the hard part: convincing this little menace to actually venture down to the beach for a second time…
I decided to try humor. "Ready to go meet my parents?" I asked casually, tracing a hand down his bare back and over his pert ass. "They always want to meet the guys I'm having sex with…"
His face went white. Like, seriously stark white—for a second, I genuinely thought the guy was going to faint right on top of me. He tried to stammer out an answer, his lips moving, but he couldn't even get a single coherent word out of his throat.
Instant regret. Now I felt like a total asshole.
I quickly sat up, bringing him with me. "Caleb, hey, I was just kidding. I'm so, so sorry. I'm such an asshole. Please, don't be mad at me..."
He didn't say anything, but he leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. I guess that was his version of forgiveness—maybe. I wrapped my arms tightly around him in return, holding him close and gently rocking him back and forth on the towel to soothe the residual panic.
"I was just making a stupid joke about the sex thing," I murmured into his hair. "They don't know anything. But dad really does have lunch on the grill, and he did explicitly invite my new friend. Please, please, will you come down with me?"
"I shouldn't..." he whispered into my neck, though the protest didn't sound very firm.
"I wish you would," I said softly, meaning every word. "I really, really like you—and not just because of, you know, this . It's like from the exact second we met; we just totally connected. I want us to be friends. Real friends. And we don't have to spend all afternoon down there, either. We can just go have lunch and come right back up here, anytime you want."
He finally pulled his head back, looking deep into my eyes. His baby blues looked a little intense, almost sad, but he forced out a genuine smile. "I really, really, really like you too." He took a deep, steadying breath. "Okay. We'll come down."
We?
My brain ground to a screeching halt. I'd completely, totally forgotten about Willie. Where the fuck had his dog been the entire time we were fooling around in the water and tearing it up on the beach towel?
"Where's Willie?" I giggled, blushing as it became glaringly obvious that I hadn't given the poor dog a single thought in forever.
Caleb gave a low, sharp whistle. A second later, Willie came shooting out from the exact same thick patch of brush he'd first emerged from when he was hunting for my sandwich.
"He's a good boy," Caleb explained, petting his head as the dog bounded over. "He knows he's supposed to stay put up here. So he just goes and hangs out at the edge of the shade until I get back."
Willie was a chaotic mess of squiggles and whines the second he got to us—well, except for the incredibly intense, intrusive sniffing and licking he immediately subjected us to. He clearly smelled the sex all over us, and like they say—for a dog, there are only good smells and better smells .
Judging by how hard his tail was thumping against the sand, I think we were definitely a better smell.
My surfer trunks were already dry, but Caleb's cargo shorts were still soaking wet and heavily embedded with sand.
"Wait here, I'll be right back—I promise ," Caleb said.
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