"Holy shit that was good," Ben said. "Maybe we should get back to the girls now."
"Yeah," Gary said. "I hope Bernie's up for it." Gary gave Ben's cock a few lazy hand-strokes, smearing his semen up and down the shaft. Ben's salty pre-come was on his tongue, and his ass throbbed from his partly successful experiment with Ben's penis. He stretched out his other hand to kill the stereo. Now that they were relaxed and just talking, it was more irritating than fun.
"Thanks, that's better," Ben said. "If she and your sister are down with post-ice cream coma, I'll help get you off," Ben said.
Gary laughed. "We'll see." He squeezed Ben's cock again as it started to soften. He thought he heard a noise outside and looked toward the window, but it was fogged up from their breathing.
The side door popped open, letting in a cool night breeze and revealing two figures standing there.
"Gary my man, there you are!" Stuart's voice sang out. "You wanna come cruise a bit before you hand over the keys?" Then he took in the scene. "Hey, what...? Aw shit, did I break up a party? Sorry, man."
Gary looked up, sprawled naked in the back of Stuart's van with his hand in a pool of semen holding another young man's softening penis. He felt his face flush hot with embarrassment, but his own cock stayed hard under the others' gaze. "Oh shit, Stuart, you scared me," he said. "Ben, it's OK, this is Stuart, it's his van."
Another familiar figure stood beside Stuart. Gary could see his long bare legs under cut-off denim shorts. It was Trent, another beach-party friend about Gary's age, wearing the shorts he called his "Daisy Dukes."
"Oh, and, um, this is my friend Trent I told you about," Gary said to Ben. The one he'd done a 69 with in the same van after a drunken beach party.
"Stu, Trent, this is Ben, my girlfriend's cousin."
"Girlfriend, huh Gary?" Trent said. "Then you got a bigger appetite for wieners than I thought." He laughed and grabbed his crotch. "Betcha can't eat just one."
"Cool it, T-bar," Stuart said. "You'll get yours later."
Gary heard Ben's belt buckle jingle beside him. Ben had gotten mostly dressed while he lay there feeling dopey. He sat up and wiped his hands on one of Stuart's "party towels" that was spread in the back. He pulled on his shirt and wrestled his underwear over his unruly erection.
"Thanks, Stuart," Gary said. "It's been really great driving the van. And Lil loved the sound system. Mom and Dad don't let her crank her Billy Royce at home."
Ben opened the other side door and hopped out. "Think I'll head for bed," he said. He nodded to Gary and walked toward the house.
Stuart smiled, not quite a smirk. "And thank YOU, Gary," he said. "I knew the Supreme Surf Driving Machine was safe in your hands." He paused. "I feel bad about interrupting you boys. I don't feel right leaving a man hanging."
Trent snickered.
"That's OK," said Gary. "We were just going in anyway." He fished out the key to Stuart's van. "Sorry about the mess."
Stuart took his key back. "Dude, that's what it's for. You don't put a few miles on the mattress, I wonder what the problem is," he said.
Trent looked around the inside of the van. His eyes lighted on Ben's spent condom and a few other details fit together. "Holy fuck, Menard, that guy was pegging you!" he said. "All I've done for you, including letting you do me, and when it's my turn you're all, 'I don't know, I don't know'. Then you give it away to your girlfriend's cousin."
"Behave yourself," Stuart said. "You mouth off one more time and I'll let you walk home. There's no call for that."
"Sorry," Trent said sullenly. "I didn't mean it." He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders.
"S'OK, Trent," Gary said. "No hard feelings."
Gary put his shoes on and swung his feet out.
"Wait a minute, Gary," Stuart said.
"Huh?"
"Your mom and dad got back early," he said. "I went up to the house looking for you and saw them. They sent me out here."
"Mom and Dad?!" Gary blurted out. "What?"
"Some kinda accident with the trip," Stuart said. "They're OK, don't worry. I asked if you could come out and cruise for a bit and they said OK."
"What about Bernie, um, and Lil?" Gary asked.
"Already up in bed," Stuart said. "Your mom said she'd leave a note for your girlfriend in case you wanted to come. You game?"
"Oh," Gary said. He looked around into the night. "Where're you gonna go?"
"Actually Trent and I were gonna drive out to the beach and fuck," Stuart said. "You look like you could use one too. You want to come along? I owe you one myself for taking good care of the van."
Gary swallowed. He felt the tightness inside his underwear, and the tension in his shoulders waiting to be blown out with a good come. Ben had gotten him worked up, and he really wanted to get off. Bernie was already up in bed, and his mom and dad were home, so he wasn't sure whether there was anything he could do except jack off. He wondered if he should take Stuart up on it, or just go in and hope Bernie was still awake and in the mood. |