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Hop-hop-hopping in early to say...
~*Happy Birthday, laeliacatt!*~
Since it's gonna be busy Friday and weekend, I'm leaping in early-early to wish you a happy day tomorrow!! And hey, fic-giftyness, just when I'd thought I was stucked! :D
*LOVES*
Title: Hello, My Name Is...
Pairing: C/Z, OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This one has hints of my fic Starkers, but was mainly inspired by an article Pan sent me, titled, 'Rest Stop Confidential: How I Ended Up Having Sex With Men in Bathrooms'. Work safe? You bet! NOT!!
Genre: AU, dirty-shmerty, fluff
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey tries to get something out of life, no matter how dangerous it might be, and gets a lil' s'prise.
It was rare to come across this kind of set-up nowadays, given that the internet had an eternal supply of porn and sex-laden chatrooms. Casey had tried his hand at it, but nothing doing. It was too stark, too impersonal; not that he wanted to hold hands in public, but he craved to find someone, like him, out there in the world without IP addresses and brightly-lit screens.
The week before, he'd been sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch with his dad, who read the Sunday paper, while Mrs. Connor clipped coupons. Mr. Connor's sudden disapproving cluck of the tongue and shaking head had made Casey frown.
“Bad news?”
“Eh, just that spot in the woods again.”
“Oh dear...” Mrs. Connor had muttered, shaking her head as well.
“What... woods?” Casey had asked.
Mrs. Connor had given her husband a look of warning, but after saying, “He's grown, and should know where not to hang out,” Mr. Connor had explained. Casey's ears had burned, hearing notorious but somehow secret stories of what went on deep in the woods behind Ash Avenue Park, where the small forest thickened just before a small pond. It was miles and miles in, where used condoms were scattered in the leaves and dirt, some heard distant moaning, and disheveled men with missing shirt buttons exited the area looking suspicious... each and every detail stoked enormous heat all over Casey's body, but of course, he had to keep it under wraps. He hadn't come out of the closet to his parents yet, never mind reveal his deep lust for those kinds of 'activities'. He'd known of the old days, wherein men would meet other men in near-abandoned parks in their hollow, cold restrooms. Truck stops had also provided great opportunities, not just for sex but anonymity. Casey's small collection of gay-pulp novels had revealed enough to him, and it'd been both thrilling and bittersweet. It was a world he thought he'd never come across in his time... but in what was seen as a “Be careful, Son,” discussion to Mr. Connor, Casey had been overjoyed.
Friday nights and weekends were too dangerous. There were always one or two reports in the 'Herrington Herald's' Saturday and Sunday's crime logs, telling a few juicy details about cops catching two men where they shouldn't be. But on Mondays, with summer vacation freeing Casey to do as he pleased, anything could happen, and it'd be safer than being part of a 'weekend crowd'.
Do as he pleased... a little scary. It almost made him stop and take a look around at his surroundings, question filling his mind. If anyone saw him walking past the trails, it was a sure bet that they'd know exactly what he was up to. There weren't many here, as clouds interrupted the flow of sunshine. It didn't look as if it'd rain, however, and if the clouds dispersed, crowds of people could show up. Casey gripped the bike chain a moment before biting his lip, locking his bike up and setting off, quickly, toward the trails ahead.
'I'm doing this. Fuck. I'm actually doing this,' his thoughts ran amok as he ventured deeper and deeper still. It turned out to be more complicated than he'd thought it to be; a fallen tree over a brook had provided a bridge of sorts, but it'd still been a bit harrowing to cross over; Casey had been glad to wear new, good sneakers, as he'd suddenly become an expert climber in getting over a large group of boulders; he'd slipped, once, going down a pine-needle-covered hill, slippery and dangerous. But after what seemed like forever, he came across a well-worn trail where there shouldn't have been one. He looked around, finding no one to witness him entering it. A few yards in, he almost gasped in seeing a small piece of cardboard nailed to a tree: Careful out there, boys the message written in permanent ink read. Casey swallowed as he approached it closer; a box of condoms was attached to the sign. It was both sweet and disconcerting. He was here. This was it. Though he'd packed a box of Trojans in his backpack, he almost took one, if just to have a 'keepsake' of sorts. He decided against it, however. 'Someone might actually NEED them,' he thought before swallowing again, turning back to the trail and wandering further in.
He almost jumped at the sound of someone groaning loudly, somewhere in the tall grasses to his right. Casey couldn't help from looking to the source of the noise. There was definitely movement, but hidden enough to keep him guessing. He quickened his steps now, random thoughts rushing through his mind...
How old will they be? Should I lie, say I'm eighteen? I'm ALMOST legal, seventeen... would that matter? Will they be cute? Does that matter, or... oh god. His thoughts stopped dead as he entered a darkened hall made of bushes and trees. Some sunlight peeked through the cover, but not much. It suddenly occurred to Casey that whoever he came across, if that whoever wasn't his type at all, he could be forced to like that type-or, to be ultimately paranoid, fall victim to a rapist-murderer. 'Maybe I should've brought pepper spray or something,' he thought. Nonetheless, he plodded on, needing to duck out of the way of low-hanging branches, or hop over more large rocks. A bird's call made him look up-made him feel a little safer, as if a robin could be a witness to a crime, reporting to the police and... Casey rolled his eyes at himself, but smiled.
The small clearing he reached made his heart thud in his chest. There was the small pond, almost lake-like... large enough to wade around in, but small enough to be safe from high school kids looking for a place to swim. It was quiet and remote. Casey, tired from his hike, set his backpack down on a patch of moss, stretched his arms up and looked around.
It was definitely peaceful. More bird-calls sounded off, and a light breeze caused the leafy branches above to sway. For a July afternoon, the temperature was extremely comfortable with no hot humidity to speak of. Still, the little lake looked good. It would erase the drying sweat and refresh him for the walk back. Casey worried at his lip as he glanced to his bag. No suit was inside of it, but he had brought a towel. Before he could consider it...
“Hey.”
Casey snapped his eyes back up to look at the end of the trail, where he discovered he was no longer alone. The dark-haired stranger was exactly his type; young, tall, lean and insanely attractive. Broad, naked shoulders and chest curved down in a triangular-shape, with just enough muscular definition to make Casey's mouth go wet. This young man was nowhere near what Casey had feared in finding. He looked almost the same age as Casey himself was. “H... Hey,” Casey finally replied.
The young man smiled a little and removed his own pack from his back. He let it fall in a light thud onto the dirt. “Nice day for it,” he mysteriously said. Casey blinked then nodded.
“Yea, I guess,” he said.
“Mmm.” He popped a cigarette past his lips, lit it then exhaled smoke-laden words, “Name's Zach. You?”
“Casey,” the boy replied. A suspicious smile crept onto Zach's lips.
“That's not your real name, is it?”
“Yea, why?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “First time here, huh? No one uses their real name here. I'd think that's instinctual, considering what you're here for,” he said.
Casey sniffed, feeling defensive. “Yea, it's my first time. We all gotta have one, right?”
“Well... yea. But you don't gotta be stupid about it.” Zach crossed his arms and moved closer. “How old are you, anyway?”
“I... uh...”
“'K, shut up. I'm nineteen, so it wouldn't be statutory, anyway.”
This was annoying. Was this a potential romp in the woods, or a job interview? “Seventeen, so yea. I'm not a friggin' baby,” Casey replied.
“Balls dropped and everything, huh?” Zach said. Casey nodded, wearing a cocky expression; Zach smiled wider and got even closer. With a quick nod to Casey's lower half, Zach muttered, “Show me.”
Shit. Casey looked down to his shorts button and zip. “I, uh-it IS my first time here, I dunno... what I want outta it,” he said.
“I know what I want. It's the same thing everyone who comes here wants. I ain't gonna force you, or anyone else, to follow through, but I'm also not beating around the bush... in the sense that I use not one euphemism or sugar-coated word, anyway,” Zach said. “Beating bushes, in BOTH ways, happens a lot around here. But you knew that, right?”
“Yea. Still...”
“I'll move on then.”
Casey blinked furiously as Zach went back to his bag, picked it up and turned away. At the last second, Casey straightened, held up his hand then called, “Wait! Just... wait.” He swallowed as the young man sighed and turned back around.
“What?”
“I-I was thinking of going for a swim.” Casey motioned to the pond-lake then chuckled bashfully. “And no, I uh... didn't bring a suit.”
“Hmm... a step in the right direction, anyway,” Zach coyly replied before undoing his cut-offs button, then zip. The bold action made Casey freeze up, unable to look away. Before the fabric was shucked off, Zach cocked an eyebrow and asked, “You ever seen a guy naked before, right in front of you, boy?”
“No,” Casey softly replied.
“Well...” The sound of denim sliding down skin and hitting the ground made Casey's ears feel like they'd popped. His flesh prickled in getting his first firsthand look at another man's body-carved from the finest, caramel-colored marble, it seemed. The half-hard cock bobbing between Zach's legs was right there for him to see, not in pixels but real-fucking-life. “...Now you have.”
“You're, um... you're pretty damned gorgeous,” Casey said, immediately giggling lightly afterward. Before he could feel embarrassed, another cocky smile grew on Zach's lips.
“It's been said. Your turn,” he replied brazenly.
“Yea, guess so...” Casey mustered up the courage to throw off his shirt then move on to his shorts. Getting to watch Zach mosey over to the water's edge helped confidence grow; good fuck, that ass... unable to hide his desire any longer, Casey shoved the clothing down and off then stepped from the pooled denim. Zach didn't bother to look over yet, preoccupied with dipping his toes in the lake.
“It's like bathwater today,” he remarked.
“Well, um...” Casey stepped over, keeping a little distance. He wasn't as impressive as Zach was, but he had no reason to hide what he had. The mysterious young man had long, heavy girth to his shaft; Casey's was thinner, definitely paler, but almost as long. “...Can I have... your opinion?”
Zach turned to look at him. His expression stayed unreadable as his eyes roamed around the small expanse of Casey's body. “My type,” he replied finally. “You comin' in?”
“Yea. Yea,” Casey said. He shuffled over the dirt floor which met heavy sand, until he finally reached the water. Zach had been right-the temperature was warm but immediately refreshing. Casey looked up to say so, just as Zach moved to sit on the sandy bottom. His cigarette still stuck in his lips, he let out a muffled groan.
“'Been waiting for this allll day,” he said in a drawl.
“Mmm.” Casey hummed as he finally joined Zach's side and sat down. The water was deep enough to creep up just underneath his nipples. Their movements made small waves lap up to the edges of them; they hardened immediately, especially considering just what exactly Casey was doing.
“How about kissing? You've had to have done THAT, at least,” Zach said.
“Nope,” Casey replied.
“Serious?”
“As serious is.”
“Wow. A real-life virgin. I thought those were extinct.”
“No, we're just... on the endangered list, I guess,” Casey said. A musical laugh escaped Zach.
“Endangered. You got that right,” he said as he slipped a hand to Casey's bent-up knee. Casey went stone-still, even if all the young man did was massage the joint and upper calf. “I'd put it as 'IN-danger', myself.”
Casey hissed in a breath as the hand moved back up and edged down his thigh. Both clenched in tight, as if saying, 'Wait, not yet...'
“I'm gonna be brutally honest with you. I came for a suck-'n-fuck, cos' that's what this place is for,” Zach stated, once again with blatancy. “And I already said that I force no one, cos' it takes too much work... and I've never had to force anyone.”
“I know. Just-I dunno what I'm really here FOR, I just... maybe we can talk a bit, y'know?” Casey said. The rolling of eyes wasn't encouraging, not one bit. 'I'm doing this all fucking wrong...'
“Hello, boys.”
The voice from behind made them turn around. This new stranger, with short, wavy brown hair, sunglasses and tanning-bed-skin-all of it exposed-stood a few feet away, dropping his bag, towel and thermos down at the start of the sand. “Hey back,” Zach said.
“Room in there for one more?”
“Hah, sure,” Zach said.
Casey, uneasy and wary, watched as the twenty-something man got to the water's edge, went down and swam a small way's out. He was in far enough to let the water reach his chin, close enough for the small waves he made to bathe Casey almost up to his chin. “Calling myself 'Rod' today. And you?” he asked them.
“Zach.”
“Casey,” Casey replied.
“Mmm. Been here before? I have,” Rod said.
“I have-he hasn't,” Zach replied with a nod to Casey. Rod's eyes seemed to sparkle, hearing this.
“Aw, an Ash-Ave-Virgin. Nice,” he said.
“He's never even been to first base,” Zach said in an amused blurt.
“Aw...”
“Yea, thanks,” Casey replied meekly.
“Wanna change that, baby-boy?” Rod moved closer, until he was only a few breaths away from planting a kiss on Casey's lips. The forwardness made Casey smile nervously and move his head and shoulders back.
“Not... yet,” he replied.
“Hah, then when?” Rod said, but he seemed to give up entirely in his looking to Zach. “What about you?”
“I stopped saying 'not yet' years ago,” Zach replied.
“Just my type.”
Casey stared with widening eyes as the two young men now joined together at the lips. Their kissing was more like fucking in and of itself, mouths open and tongues moving around in the open for Casey to see. He darted his eyes down lower to watch as Rod slid splayed-open hands over Zach's chest; fingers curled in to flick the tightening, deep-peach colored nubs. Zach growled deep in his throat as he brought a hand to the back of Rod's head, claiming the young man's mouth in a tight suck. This went on for a time, until Rod pulled away to say, in a deep, dirty voice, “Let's go fuck.”
“You want a top, or a bottom?” Zach asked.
“I'm bottoms, totally.”
“Good. Top-bunk's my fave.”
Rod's smile was a hungry one as he turned to Casey. “You comin' with to watch, join in maybe? Or are you gonna clamp that ass shut for the rest of your visit?”
It was clear that he was taunting Casey; he narrowed his eyes and fought for a reply, but Zach's chuckling interrupted his thoughts. “Let 'im be, Rod. C'mon.”
The two men, sopping wet and glistening golden in the sunlight, stood and went back to Rod's pack. “'Brought a blanket... we'll set it up... past those trees, there.”
“Sounds fine to me.”
Casey turned away as the pair disappeared past the brush. 'I'm so fucking lame,' he thought miserably, placing his chin between his tightly-locked knees to stare emptily at the rippling water below.
~*~
It'd been difficult to listen to the many grunts, shouts and other sounds of pleasure Zach and Rod had made for the last half an hour, but Casey had remained at the spot they'd left him at. He'd left the water a small while before, choosing to wrap his towel around his waist and eat the light lunch of an apple, chicken salad sandwich and juice box. He could only imagine what he looked like; a silly, little boy sitting by himself at lunch and recess, friendless and alone. It was becoming clearer as to why Mondays were safe-from-the-law; why would cops bother coming out here when there was no one to arrest? Besides Zach, Rod and whoever had been getting it on in the grass on the way here, a weekday hook-up was damned near impossible to come across. 'Maybe I should risk a Friday night out here,' Casey thought, but he had to be realistic. He HAD, in fact, been approached for a good time, and what had he done? Nothing but look like a whiny pain in the ass.
The air stilled around him, both in breezes and sex-noises. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming from where Zach and Rod had gone to. Casey looked up just as Rod emerged, looking blissfully flushed pink. His smile said it all as he went to his things. “Slow day, but it was worth coming out for, I guess,” he said in a musical voice.
Zach joined them now, smoking and looking the same as he had before. He wore no sign of 'wow, that was great,' in his expression at all, though one corner of his lips was perked up. Rod, stiff-legged and groaning, crouched down to grab his clothes then began dressing. He kept his eyes on Zach, grinning like a loon. “So, um... have you reconsidered having a more personal get-together?” he asked.
“Not what I come here for, babe,” Zach replied.
“But when things are as good as you made them just now... let's say I'm greedy for more,” Rod said. He got his shorts on but they were left unbuttoned, no doubt on purpose, as he stepped over to the young man. He placed a small, sweet lingering kiss on Zach's cheek. “You could at least tell me your name. Told ya mine...?”
Zach grinned and shook his head in small jerks. “Mmm-mmm,” he hummed his denial.
“Hah, mmkay... but if you're here anytime I am over the next week or more, I stake my claims,” Rod said. He stepped back, grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder while walking away. “Bye, 'Zach'... bye, whatever-your-name-was.”
Casey rolled his eyes and returned to finishing off his sandwich. Once the sound of Rod's footsteps faded away, Casey looked to Zach, who sat down a few feet away from Casey. “Good times, huh?” Casey said through a mouthful.
“I'll just say... you take your chances,” Zach said.
“What's that mean?”
Zach smirked and glanced to the path Rod had left on. “All talk, WAY too much action. He loved gushing about how 'experienced' he was, when he was more a hopped-up, washed-up porn star,” he explained. “I thought I was gonna puke from motion sickness a few times.”
Casey couldn't help his grin. “Ah. Well... better than a lame-o like me, right?”
“Zeke.”
The sudden blurt made Casey frown. “Huh?”
“My real name... is Zeke,” Zach, or... Zeke, replied. He gave Casey a pointed look then sniffed and shrugged one shoulder. “I can tell you, cos' you're not a pompous idiot.”
“Oh,” Casey murmured, though he remained confused. “Thanks?”
“Mmm.” Zeke stared out over the water, looking to be in deep thought. “You from Herrington?”
“Um, yea. Yea,” Casey replied. “You?”
“Yea. Well, just moved to here, about two months ago.”
“Cool. Are you going to Herrington High in the fall?”
The laugh Zeke made caused Casey's cheeks to heat up. “Nope. Quit this year to piss my parents off, might get my GED if I feel like it, who knows,” Zeke said.
“Oh. Okay,” Casey replied awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
Zeke nodded, sniffed again and sat up straight. “It's fucking dead as hell here. I'm heading out.”
Casey blinked and watched the embodiment of Adonis stand up, brush sand from his calves, thighs and ass then move to his clothing. “Y'know...” Casey blurted, making Zeke look back with his eyebrows raised. “...I came out here to-do what's done out here, but...”
“Second thoughts. It happens.”
“Yea, well... I've read too much pulp and internet shit, I guess.”
“Like I said, 'happens.” Zeke sighed, threw his shorts on and buttoned-up. After packing his things, zipping the bag closed and slinging it over his shoulder, he motioned to Casey's clothes and backpack. “You wanna jet?”
“Huh?”
“You wanna leave?”
Casey's body prickled with heat again. Was he... “With you?”
“Yea. I'll buy lunch,” Zeke said.
“Um...” Casey looked down at the crumpled plastic baggie and empty juice box. “I... just ate.”
“Hah, fine... ice cream. My treat.”
Casey felt an elation rise up-a date, seriously? But he was brought back to reality a little, leaving him with a soft smile as he said, “Thought you were here for casual fucks.”
“Yea, me too,” Zeke replied.
Elation. Casey stuck with that as he shrugged, turned to his clothing and began dressing. He shoved the paper bag filled with his trash into his pack along with his towel, zipped it all up and stood. “Okay,” he said.
“Cool.”
The walk was quiet for a while, the two of them walking side-by-side. By the time they reached the first hill of rocks, Casey grunted and smiled. “It's a hassle, coming out here,” he said.
“I know, right?”
“Yea. I...” Casey knew he was scarlet in the face, but didn't care. He gave Zeke a bold grin as he told him, “...I don't think I'll be coming back.”
“Me neither,” Zeke replied.
By the time they were halfway back to the park, they were holding hands, only coming apart when they put Casey's bike in the trunk of Zeke's GTO. And as it'd turned out, the 'Summer House's ice cream tasted better than it ever had before, especially when kissed from a new lover's lips.
~*Happy Birthday, laeliacatt!*~
Since it's gonna be busy Friday and weekend, I'm leaping in early-early to wish you a happy day tomorrow!! And hey, fic-giftyness, just when I'd thought I was stucked! :D
*LOVES*
Title: Hello, My Name Is...
Pairing: C/Z, OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This one has hints of my fic Starkers, but was mainly inspired by an article Pan sent me, titled, 'Rest Stop Confidential: How I Ended Up Having Sex With Men in Bathrooms'. Work safe? You bet! NOT!!
Genre: AU, dirty-shmerty, fluff
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey tries to get something out of life, no matter how dangerous it might be, and gets a lil' s'prise.
It was rare to come across this kind of set-up nowadays, given that the internet had an eternal supply of porn and sex-laden chatrooms. Casey had tried his hand at it, but nothing doing. It was too stark, too impersonal; not that he wanted to hold hands in public, but he craved to find someone, like him, out there in the world without IP addresses and brightly-lit screens.
The week before, he'd been sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch with his dad, who read the Sunday paper, while Mrs. Connor clipped coupons. Mr. Connor's sudden disapproving cluck of the tongue and shaking head had made Casey frown.
“Bad news?”
“Eh, just that spot in the woods again.”
“Oh dear...” Mrs. Connor had muttered, shaking her head as well.
“What... woods?” Casey had asked.
Mrs. Connor had given her husband a look of warning, but after saying, “He's grown, and should know where not to hang out,” Mr. Connor had explained. Casey's ears had burned, hearing notorious but somehow secret stories of what went on deep in the woods behind Ash Avenue Park, where the small forest thickened just before a small pond. It was miles and miles in, where used condoms were scattered in the leaves and dirt, some heard distant moaning, and disheveled men with missing shirt buttons exited the area looking suspicious... each and every detail stoked enormous heat all over Casey's body, but of course, he had to keep it under wraps. He hadn't come out of the closet to his parents yet, never mind reveal his deep lust for those kinds of 'activities'. He'd known of the old days, wherein men would meet other men in near-abandoned parks in their hollow, cold restrooms. Truck stops had also provided great opportunities, not just for sex but anonymity. Casey's small collection of gay-pulp novels had revealed enough to him, and it'd been both thrilling and bittersweet. It was a world he thought he'd never come across in his time... but in what was seen as a “Be careful, Son,” discussion to Mr. Connor, Casey had been overjoyed.
Friday nights and weekends were too dangerous. There were always one or two reports in the 'Herrington Herald's' Saturday and Sunday's crime logs, telling a few juicy details about cops catching two men where they shouldn't be. But on Mondays, with summer vacation freeing Casey to do as he pleased, anything could happen, and it'd be safer than being part of a 'weekend crowd'.
Do as he pleased... a little scary. It almost made him stop and take a look around at his surroundings, question filling his mind. If anyone saw him walking past the trails, it was a sure bet that they'd know exactly what he was up to. There weren't many here, as clouds interrupted the flow of sunshine. It didn't look as if it'd rain, however, and if the clouds dispersed, crowds of people could show up. Casey gripped the bike chain a moment before biting his lip, locking his bike up and setting off, quickly, toward the trails ahead.
'I'm doing this. Fuck. I'm actually doing this,' his thoughts ran amok as he ventured deeper and deeper still. It turned out to be more complicated than he'd thought it to be; a fallen tree over a brook had provided a bridge of sorts, but it'd still been a bit harrowing to cross over; Casey had been glad to wear new, good sneakers, as he'd suddenly become an expert climber in getting over a large group of boulders; he'd slipped, once, going down a pine-needle-covered hill, slippery and dangerous. But after what seemed like forever, he came across a well-worn trail where there shouldn't have been one. He looked around, finding no one to witness him entering it. A few yards in, he almost gasped in seeing a small piece of cardboard nailed to a tree: Careful out there, boys the message written in permanent ink read. Casey swallowed as he approached it closer; a box of condoms was attached to the sign. It was both sweet and disconcerting. He was here. This was it. Though he'd packed a box of Trojans in his backpack, he almost took one, if just to have a 'keepsake' of sorts. He decided against it, however. 'Someone might actually NEED them,' he thought before swallowing again, turning back to the trail and wandering further in.
He almost jumped at the sound of someone groaning loudly, somewhere in the tall grasses to his right. Casey couldn't help from looking to the source of the noise. There was definitely movement, but hidden enough to keep him guessing. He quickened his steps now, random thoughts rushing through his mind...
How old will they be? Should I lie, say I'm eighteen? I'm ALMOST legal, seventeen... would that matter? Will they be cute? Does that matter, or... oh god. His thoughts stopped dead as he entered a darkened hall made of bushes and trees. Some sunlight peeked through the cover, but not much. It suddenly occurred to Casey that whoever he came across, if that whoever wasn't his type at all, he could be forced to like that type-or, to be ultimately paranoid, fall victim to a rapist-murderer. 'Maybe I should've brought pepper spray or something,' he thought. Nonetheless, he plodded on, needing to duck out of the way of low-hanging branches, or hop over more large rocks. A bird's call made him look up-made him feel a little safer, as if a robin could be a witness to a crime, reporting to the police and... Casey rolled his eyes at himself, but smiled.
The small clearing he reached made his heart thud in his chest. There was the small pond, almost lake-like... large enough to wade around in, but small enough to be safe from high school kids looking for a place to swim. It was quiet and remote. Casey, tired from his hike, set his backpack down on a patch of moss, stretched his arms up and looked around.
It was definitely peaceful. More bird-calls sounded off, and a light breeze caused the leafy branches above to sway. For a July afternoon, the temperature was extremely comfortable with no hot humidity to speak of. Still, the little lake looked good. It would erase the drying sweat and refresh him for the walk back. Casey worried at his lip as he glanced to his bag. No suit was inside of it, but he had brought a towel. Before he could consider it...
“Hey.”
Casey snapped his eyes back up to look at the end of the trail, where he discovered he was no longer alone. The dark-haired stranger was exactly his type; young, tall, lean and insanely attractive. Broad, naked shoulders and chest curved down in a triangular-shape, with just enough muscular definition to make Casey's mouth go wet. This young man was nowhere near what Casey had feared in finding. He looked almost the same age as Casey himself was. “H... Hey,” Casey finally replied.
The young man smiled a little and removed his own pack from his back. He let it fall in a light thud onto the dirt. “Nice day for it,” he mysteriously said. Casey blinked then nodded.
“Yea, I guess,” he said.
“Mmm.” He popped a cigarette past his lips, lit it then exhaled smoke-laden words, “Name's Zach. You?”
“Casey,” the boy replied. A suspicious smile crept onto Zach's lips.
“That's not your real name, is it?”
“Yea, why?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “First time here, huh? No one uses their real name here. I'd think that's instinctual, considering what you're here for,” he said.
Casey sniffed, feeling defensive. “Yea, it's my first time. We all gotta have one, right?”
“Well... yea. But you don't gotta be stupid about it.” Zach crossed his arms and moved closer. “How old are you, anyway?”
“I... uh...”
“'K, shut up. I'm nineteen, so it wouldn't be statutory, anyway.”
This was annoying. Was this a potential romp in the woods, or a job interview? “Seventeen, so yea. I'm not a friggin' baby,” Casey replied.
“Balls dropped and everything, huh?” Zach said. Casey nodded, wearing a cocky expression; Zach smiled wider and got even closer. With a quick nod to Casey's lower half, Zach muttered, “Show me.”
Shit. Casey looked down to his shorts button and zip. “I, uh-it IS my first time here, I dunno... what I want outta it,” he said.
“I know what I want. It's the same thing everyone who comes here wants. I ain't gonna force you, or anyone else, to follow through, but I'm also not beating around the bush... in the sense that I use not one euphemism or sugar-coated word, anyway,” Zach said. “Beating bushes, in BOTH ways, happens a lot around here. But you knew that, right?”
“Yea. Still...”
“I'll move on then.”
Casey blinked furiously as Zach went back to his bag, picked it up and turned away. At the last second, Casey straightened, held up his hand then called, “Wait! Just... wait.” He swallowed as the young man sighed and turned back around.
“What?”
“I-I was thinking of going for a swim.” Casey motioned to the pond-lake then chuckled bashfully. “And no, I uh... didn't bring a suit.”
“Hmm... a step in the right direction, anyway,” Zach coyly replied before undoing his cut-offs button, then zip. The bold action made Casey freeze up, unable to look away. Before the fabric was shucked off, Zach cocked an eyebrow and asked, “You ever seen a guy naked before, right in front of you, boy?”
“No,” Casey softly replied.
“Well...” The sound of denim sliding down skin and hitting the ground made Casey's ears feel like they'd popped. His flesh prickled in getting his first firsthand look at another man's body-carved from the finest, caramel-colored marble, it seemed. The half-hard cock bobbing between Zach's legs was right there for him to see, not in pixels but real-fucking-life. “...Now you have.”
“You're, um... you're pretty damned gorgeous,” Casey said, immediately giggling lightly afterward. Before he could feel embarrassed, another cocky smile grew on Zach's lips.
“It's been said. Your turn,” he replied brazenly.
“Yea, guess so...” Casey mustered up the courage to throw off his shirt then move on to his shorts. Getting to watch Zach mosey over to the water's edge helped confidence grow; good fuck, that ass... unable to hide his desire any longer, Casey shoved the clothing down and off then stepped from the pooled denim. Zach didn't bother to look over yet, preoccupied with dipping his toes in the lake.
“It's like bathwater today,” he remarked.
“Well, um...” Casey stepped over, keeping a little distance. He wasn't as impressive as Zach was, but he had no reason to hide what he had. The mysterious young man had long, heavy girth to his shaft; Casey's was thinner, definitely paler, but almost as long. “...Can I have... your opinion?”
Zach turned to look at him. His expression stayed unreadable as his eyes roamed around the small expanse of Casey's body. “My type,” he replied finally. “You comin' in?”
“Yea. Yea,” Casey said. He shuffled over the dirt floor which met heavy sand, until he finally reached the water. Zach had been right-the temperature was warm but immediately refreshing. Casey looked up to say so, just as Zach moved to sit on the sandy bottom. His cigarette still stuck in his lips, he let out a muffled groan.
“'Been waiting for this allll day,” he said in a drawl.
“Mmm.” Casey hummed as he finally joined Zach's side and sat down. The water was deep enough to creep up just underneath his nipples. Their movements made small waves lap up to the edges of them; they hardened immediately, especially considering just what exactly Casey was doing.
“How about kissing? You've had to have done THAT, at least,” Zach said.
“Nope,” Casey replied.
“Serious?”
“As serious is.”
“Wow. A real-life virgin. I thought those were extinct.”
“No, we're just... on the endangered list, I guess,” Casey said. A musical laugh escaped Zach.
“Endangered. You got that right,” he said as he slipped a hand to Casey's bent-up knee. Casey went stone-still, even if all the young man did was massage the joint and upper calf. “I'd put it as 'IN-danger', myself.”
Casey hissed in a breath as the hand moved back up and edged down his thigh. Both clenched in tight, as if saying, 'Wait, not yet...'
“I'm gonna be brutally honest with you. I came for a suck-'n-fuck, cos' that's what this place is for,” Zach stated, once again with blatancy. “And I already said that I force no one, cos' it takes too much work... and I've never had to force anyone.”
“I know. Just-I dunno what I'm really here FOR, I just... maybe we can talk a bit, y'know?” Casey said. The rolling of eyes wasn't encouraging, not one bit. 'I'm doing this all fucking wrong...'
“Hello, boys.”
The voice from behind made them turn around. This new stranger, with short, wavy brown hair, sunglasses and tanning-bed-skin-all of it exposed-stood a few feet away, dropping his bag, towel and thermos down at the start of the sand. “Hey back,” Zach said.
“Room in there for one more?”
“Hah, sure,” Zach said.
Casey, uneasy and wary, watched as the twenty-something man got to the water's edge, went down and swam a small way's out. He was in far enough to let the water reach his chin, close enough for the small waves he made to bathe Casey almost up to his chin. “Calling myself 'Rod' today. And you?” he asked them.
“Zach.”
“Casey,” Casey replied.
“Mmm. Been here before? I have,” Rod said.
“I have-he hasn't,” Zach replied with a nod to Casey. Rod's eyes seemed to sparkle, hearing this.
“Aw, an Ash-Ave-Virgin. Nice,” he said.
“He's never even been to first base,” Zach said in an amused blurt.
“Aw...”
“Yea, thanks,” Casey replied meekly.
“Wanna change that, baby-boy?” Rod moved closer, until he was only a few breaths away from planting a kiss on Casey's lips. The forwardness made Casey smile nervously and move his head and shoulders back.
“Not... yet,” he replied.
“Hah, then when?” Rod said, but he seemed to give up entirely in his looking to Zach. “What about you?”
“I stopped saying 'not yet' years ago,” Zach replied.
“Just my type.”
Casey stared with widening eyes as the two young men now joined together at the lips. Their kissing was more like fucking in and of itself, mouths open and tongues moving around in the open for Casey to see. He darted his eyes down lower to watch as Rod slid splayed-open hands over Zach's chest; fingers curled in to flick the tightening, deep-peach colored nubs. Zach growled deep in his throat as he brought a hand to the back of Rod's head, claiming the young man's mouth in a tight suck. This went on for a time, until Rod pulled away to say, in a deep, dirty voice, “Let's go fuck.”
“You want a top, or a bottom?” Zach asked.
“I'm bottoms, totally.”
“Good. Top-bunk's my fave.”
Rod's smile was a hungry one as he turned to Casey. “You comin' with to watch, join in maybe? Or are you gonna clamp that ass shut for the rest of your visit?”
It was clear that he was taunting Casey; he narrowed his eyes and fought for a reply, but Zach's chuckling interrupted his thoughts. “Let 'im be, Rod. C'mon.”
The two men, sopping wet and glistening golden in the sunlight, stood and went back to Rod's pack. “'Brought a blanket... we'll set it up... past those trees, there.”
“Sounds fine to me.”
Casey turned away as the pair disappeared past the brush. 'I'm so fucking lame,' he thought miserably, placing his chin between his tightly-locked knees to stare emptily at the rippling water below.
~*~
It'd been difficult to listen to the many grunts, shouts and other sounds of pleasure Zach and Rod had made for the last half an hour, but Casey had remained at the spot they'd left him at. He'd left the water a small while before, choosing to wrap his towel around his waist and eat the light lunch of an apple, chicken salad sandwich and juice box. He could only imagine what he looked like; a silly, little boy sitting by himself at lunch and recess, friendless and alone. It was becoming clearer as to why Mondays were safe-from-the-law; why would cops bother coming out here when there was no one to arrest? Besides Zach, Rod and whoever had been getting it on in the grass on the way here, a weekday hook-up was damned near impossible to come across. 'Maybe I should risk a Friday night out here,' Casey thought, but he had to be realistic. He HAD, in fact, been approached for a good time, and what had he done? Nothing but look like a whiny pain in the ass.
The air stilled around him, both in breezes and sex-noises. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming from where Zach and Rod had gone to. Casey looked up just as Rod emerged, looking blissfully flushed pink. His smile said it all as he went to his things. “Slow day, but it was worth coming out for, I guess,” he said in a musical voice.
Zach joined them now, smoking and looking the same as he had before. He wore no sign of 'wow, that was great,' in his expression at all, though one corner of his lips was perked up. Rod, stiff-legged and groaning, crouched down to grab his clothes then began dressing. He kept his eyes on Zach, grinning like a loon. “So, um... have you reconsidered having a more personal get-together?” he asked.
“Not what I come here for, babe,” Zach replied.
“But when things are as good as you made them just now... let's say I'm greedy for more,” Rod said. He got his shorts on but they were left unbuttoned, no doubt on purpose, as he stepped over to the young man. He placed a small, sweet lingering kiss on Zach's cheek. “You could at least tell me your name. Told ya mine...?”
Zach grinned and shook his head in small jerks. “Mmm-mmm,” he hummed his denial.
“Hah, mmkay... but if you're here anytime I am over the next week or more, I stake my claims,” Rod said. He stepped back, grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder while walking away. “Bye, 'Zach'... bye, whatever-your-name-was.”
Casey rolled his eyes and returned to finishing off his sandwich. Once the sound of Rod's footsteps faded away, Casey looked to Zach, who sat down a few feet away from Casey. “Good times, huh?” Casey said through a mouthful.
“I'll just say... you take your chances,” Zach said.
“What's that mean?”
Zach smirked and glanced to the path Rod had left on. “All talk, WAY too much action. He loved gushing about how 'experienced' he was, when he was more a hopped-up, washed-up porn star,” he explained. “I thought I was gonna puke from motion sickness a few times.”
Casey couldn't help his grin. “Ah. Well... better than a lame-o like me, right?”
“Zeke.”
The sudden blurt made Casey frown. “Huh?”
“My real name... is Zeke,” Zach, or... Zeke, replied. He gave Casey a pointed look then sniffed and shrugged one shoulder. “I can tell you, cos' you're not a pompous idiot.”
“Oh,” Casey murmured, though he remained confused. “Thanks?”
“Mmm.” Zeke stared out over the water, looking to be in deep thought. “You from Herrington?”
“Um, yea. Yea,” Casey replied. “You?”
“Yea. Well, just moved to here, about two months ago.”
“Cool. Are you going to Herrington High in the fall?”
The laugh Zeke made caused Casey's cheeks to heat up. “Nope. Quit this year to piss my parents off, might get my GED if I feel like it, who knows,” Zeke said.
“Oh. Okay,” Casey replied awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
Zeke nodded, sniffed again and sat up straight. “It's fucking dead as hell here. I'm heading out.”
Casey blinked and watched the embodiment of Adonis stand up, brush sand from his calves, thighs and ass then move to his clothing. “Y'know...” Casey blurted, making Zeke look back with his eyebrows raised. “...I came out here to-do what's done out here, but...”
“Second thoughts. It happens.”
“Yea, well... I've read too much pulp and internet shit, I guess.”
“Like I said, 'happens.” Zeke sighed, threw his shorts on and buttoned-up. After packing his things, zipping the bag closed and slinging it over his shoulder, he motioned to Casey's clothes and backpack. “You wanna jet?”
“Huh?”
“You wanna leave?”
Casey's body prickled with heat again. Was he... “With you?”
“Yea. I'll buy lunch,” Zeke said.
“Um...” Casey looked down at the crumpled plastic baggie and empty juice box. “I... just ate.”
“Hah, fine... ice cream. My treat.”
Casey felt an elation rise up-a date, seriously? But he was brought back to reality a little, leaving him with a soft smile as he said, “Thought you were here for casual fucks.”
“Yea, me too,” Zeke replied.
Elation. Casey stuck with that as he shrugged, turned to his clothing and began dressing. He shoved the paper bag filled with his trash into his pack along with his towel, zipped it all up and stood. “Okay,” he said.
“Cool.”
The walk was quiet for a while, the two of them walking side-by-side. By the time they reached the first hill of rocks, Casey grunted and smiled. “It's a hassle, coming out here,” he said.
“I know, right?”
“Yea. I...” Casey knew he was scarlet in the face, but didn't care. He gave Zeke a bold grin as he told him, “...I don't think I'll be coming back.”
“Me neither,” Zeke replied.
By the time they were halfway back to the park, they were holding hands, only coming apart when they put Casey's bike in the trunk of Zeke's GTO. And as it'd turned out, the 'Summer House's ice cream tasted better than it ever had before, especially when kissed from a new lover's lips.