In the Forest

Well, another story that took me an agonizingly long time to finish. This time four (!!!) years! I just can’t see why – with me anyways – some stories seem to take an endless creativity effort …
Well, enjoy!

And just so you know, this is SLASH (boy on boy). If you don’t like that, don’t read!

Usually there is a shift in the POV whenever there’s a spacing between two paragraphs. I hope it’s not too confusing.

I might try writing a longer story from this, so let me know how you like it. I love reviews. :)

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Characters:
Brad = 16, rather short to chin-length (light) brown hair, brown eyes.
Jay = just turned 17, long, light brown hair, green eyes.

He was beginning to lose control over his body. His muscles contracted and relaxed uncontrollably. He pressed his head hard into his pillow, when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.
Instantly, panic rose in him and he tried hard not to imagine what his parents, especially his father, would say if they caught him masturbating.
Quickly and as quietly as possible, he zipped up his jeans and, sitting down at his desk, he cleared his throat and said, “Come in!”
He looked around as the door opened. His mother poked her head in.
“Your friend Jay is here.” She waited until he had thanked her and then she let Jay in.
Brad got up from his chair to greet him, momentarily forgetting about the raging hard-on that was still adorning his nether regions. Not failing to notice, Jay cast a twinkling eye onto his friend’s erection, then his green orbs fixed on Brad’s brown eyes. He looked happy.
“Hi, Brad”, he said, hugging him quickly (/briefly). Jay was a bit taller than he was. Brad couldn’t help it; he felt his member twitch at the touch.
“What’s up?” Brad asked, ignoring the burning sensations that were telling him to throw Jay to the ground right now and have his way with him. Instead, he and Jay sat down on his own ruffled bed.
“My uncle’s got this hut in the forest some way up north. And since it was my birthday last week, I asked him to let me spend a weekend there. He said I could and that I should even bring my girlfriend, should I want to. But … seeing (as) I don’t have one … I’d like to have you there.”
Brad smiled. “Oh, so I’m only your second choice?” he said in mock disappointment, “of course I’ll come. Wait, I’ll just ask Mum.”
He left the room and found her next door, busy with the laundry. She agreed, if he promised her not to drink any alcohol.
Jay was delighted and left to tell his uncle that he would be spending the next weekend in the hut with his girlfriend.
His parents, like Brad’s were extreme homophobes and he was afraid that even though his uncle was quite friendly about this topic, he could accidentally let slip a word about him and a male friend spending a weekend in a lonely, most romantic hut in an idyllic green forest.
No, that wouldn’t be nice! He didn’t want to think of the consequences. In the worst case, their parents would quarrel and they wouldn’t ever be allowed to meet again, except for school, of course.
Also, Brad hoped that his father wouldn’t over-react when his mother told him about their son’s weekend plans.
He shoved his thoughts aside and undressed to take a shower. After all, there was still a certain hardness in the region of his crotch.
Grabbing the t-shirt he usually wore at night and some boxers, he made for the bathroom, locked the door and looked into the mirror. He took the hairbrush and watched his brown hair becoming sleeker and shinier with every stroke.
Then he entered the shower and turned on the water. He enjoyed the feeling of it running down his body.
He closed his eyes and looked up, letting the artificial rain pour over his face.
He filled his hand with soap and started washing, sliding his hands down his body. He sometimes imagined them to belong to someone else, a lover perhaps. When he had just let himself sink into blissful imagination that had made his cock hard and aching again, he was brought brutally back to reality by the water turning ice cold suddenly.
No one seemed to grant him a wank today!
He let out a surprised scream and quickly turned off the water and with a half-whispered “fuck!” he left the shower.
Friday afternoon came almost too quickly. Brad had taken the things he needed for the weekend to school with him, so they could leave right afterwards.
The day passed away like nothing and soon the two boys were on their bikes heading for the forest. Jay led the way up and down stony slopes, but often they had to dismount, owing to the surface.
It was already beginning to get dark when they arrived. They leaned their bikes against the wooden wall of the hut and looked around, breathing deeply.
They made their beds in front of the fireplace and fell asleep quickly.
Brad woke at dawn. The fire had gone out and he was shivering, so he got up and looked around the kitchen for the material to make some coffee.
It was evening again when they closed the front door behind them, shaking and freezing. They had been out all day, chopping fresh wood and exploring the forest around them.
Afterwards they had been swimming in a lake in the woods that actually had been far too cold, so they now lit a fire in the hearth and, wrapped in warm blankets, sat on the floor and watched the glittering (/glowing, smouldering) and sparkling in the flames.
They had emptied a (half) bottle of wine that now lay between them.
“Let’s play ‘spin the bottle’,” Jay said half-laughingly, poking Brad in the side with the bottle.
“Alright,” chuckled Brad. “I start! The one the bottle points on has to go out and swim in the lake again.” He smirked.
“Okay, that doesn’t sound that bad, does it?” Jay said, crossing his legs and waiting for Brad to begin.
“Naked,” Brad added, raising his eyebrows and watching Jay’s jaw drop in shock and amazement. Then he laid the bottle down on the wooden floor and gave it a good spin (/twirl). They both watched, as if compelled, as the bottle turned ever more slowly and finally came to a halt (/stopped), its opening pointing on …
“Ha!” Jay exclaimed. “Now I get to see you naked!”

They tried to be silent when they reached the lake, but Jay couldn’t suppress a chuckle when Brad started stripping off his clothes.
Jay watched, spellbound, as his friend unbuttoned the shirt he wore under his pullover, revealing the well-shaped chest and abdomen.
Then, at last, the boxer shorts fell to the ground. Jay felt his right hand instinctively wander down to his zip, but stopped it just in time. He already felt like he would die from pleasure just looking at him. Finally, Brad looked up at him, a silent plea in his eyes, but Jay shook his hand, smiling evilly.
After a moment’s hesitation, Brad stepped into the icy water, gasping.
He had just waded in up to his waist when Jay had an idea. He backed into the shrubs and quickly undid his trousers. Why not follow Brad?

The freezing water washed around him, even making him gasp and give a soft scream when his private parts dipped into it.
“Shit, Jay, this is cold! This is fucking … Jay?” He had turned around to where his friend was supposed to be, but he was not there.
“Jay, that’s not funny,” he wanted to shout, but only whispered due to the temperature that caused his teeth to clatter. “Hey! I think my task is fulfilled now!”
“It’s not,” Jay’s voice came from behind him.
Brad felt a pair of arms being slung around him and let out a gasp. Then lips touched the juncture between his neck and shoulder. The water wasn’t as cold as it had been anymore; he even doubted that it would be cold enough to cool the desire these touches had sparked in him.
Jay shifted slightly closer to him, his hands gliding over Brad’s abdomen, his hardness pressing into the younger boy’s back.
Nope, not cool enough!
Brad gave way to a shriek of surprise as Jay’s hand found his hardening cock and closed around it.
“Jay …,” he whispered in an attempt of protest.
“Hush,” came Jay’s answer in the huskiest of voices. Slowly, he began to move his hand, making Brad whimper with pleasure.
With a moan, the smaller boy turned around, the other’s hand slipping off him. His eyes were on fire when he looked into Jay’s green ones. Seeing him like this – crazed with lust and desire in spite of the freezing water – just made him so fucking hard …
“Fuck, mate …,” he managed to say, voice shaking.

Brad nodded hastily. “I hear you,” he said breathlessly before, still keeping his eyes on Jay’s, watching for signs of resistance, he connected their lips. Hesitantly, probingly at first, but then, overcome with lust, he started at it more confidently, wringing a deep moan from the already aroused other boy.
Brad closed his eyes, savouring every little trickle of lust that heated his body almost to a boiling point. He felt his cock twitch violently with every movement of Jay’s tongue against his and, pressing his erection into Jay’s groin, knew he wasn’t going to last long if they kept going like this.
With difficulty, he unstuck his lips from Jay’s, looked into his hazy eyes (this alone made him think he would come) and said “I – I can’t …” in a shaky voice. He felt his member throb the whole time and feared that one word from Jay would finish him.
Jay’s eyes snapped wide open, then narrowed dangerously. He took a half step back. “What do you mean?” he asked, suppressed feeling audible in his voice. He looked so hurt and Brad understood.
“Oh,” he chuckled, “oh, no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that I can’t keep kissing you like that just now, or I’m – I’m gonna … cum …”
He looked at the other boy, painfully aware that he was blushing so hard that not even the semi-darkness could hide it.
Jay’s expression softened and, closing the distance between them once more, he gently kissed Brad’s cheek, then his neck. When he reached his shoulder, he purred: “Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind you coming now. I’ve got all night to make you want more, you know?” He suckled on the tender flesh while Brad felt skilled fingers move down his body into the water, making him thrust forwards.
He buried his face in Jay’s neck as the fingers reached his cock and gripped Jay’s back firmly as they moved along his length, immediately sending him over the edge.
He bucked his hips with all his might, screaming his release, glad that his call was muffled somewhat by Jay’s skin, while he felt his seed empty itself into the freezing water of the crystal clear lake. He shivered with the overwhelming sensation of his first orgasm by another’s hand … and with the cold that was coming back to him now.
He felt very heavy suddenly, wanting nothing more than to sink into Jay’s warm arms, feeling them wrap themselves around him and sleep for a good long while.
But sadly he wasn’t lying in bed, but standing in the ice-cold water that washed around his belly. Plus, it was quite a long way back to the hut, at least in his condition.
When the aftershocks had fully subsided, he straightened up, looking at Jay and smiling weakly amidst shivers. He, too, was smiling.
“Let’s get you back, shall we?” Jay said affectionately, steering his lover back to the shore where their clothes lay forgotten on the ground.
Brad noticed dimly as they dressed that Jay was still rock hard. His cock seemed a distinct shade of purple but Jay wasn’t complaining, although he stifled a moan when the fabric of his jeans rubbed against it.

Jay was hornier than he’d ever been in his life. His member was pulsating, throbbing with every beat of his heart and his jeans didn’t make it any better. Every step was agonizing as he took Brad by the arm and led him back to the house.
Finally, they arrived.
Jay was in a state of silent frenzy, every movement wringing a moan from his lips, every look Brad cast him hardening his dick to a new extreme. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please …,” he whimpered as Brad had closed the door behind them and he had sunk into the nearest chair.
Brad understood. Quickly undoing the zip of Jay’s jeans, he freed his cock again and dropped to his knees before his lover.
Oh God, yes! Jay thought as his lust-numbed brain grasped the concept of what Brad was about to do.
Then he felt it. The warmth of a tongue moving up his length, reaching the tip in an agonizing peak of pleasure, lips joining it, parting to take him into a mouth that was burning with heat and so wet that Jay didn’t know if he had ever felt anything this good.
He had to muster all the self-control he had left not to buck his hips up into Brad’s mouth, when suddenly a hand appeared at his balls, fondling them in time with the slow strokes of the tongue and the firm pressure of the lips. Then, somehow, vibration was added to all of those and Jay just couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a force that was unlike anything he knew, he came like he had never come in his life, spilling everything into Brad’s awaiting mouth.
The other boy swallowed the whole load and continued to lick and suck at his member until all the sensations rushing through his body had abated. He felt his heart rate and breathing return to normal again as Brad got up and held out his hand for him to take it.
Together they made their way over to the fireplace where their pillows and blankets lay on the hearthrug, looking as warm and inviting as Jay had ever thought possible.
For the second time in the last two hours, they stripped and Jay, after tending to the fire while Brad sank into the pillows, soon joined his lover and snuggled up against him.
“Hmm,” Brad said, “it’s sad that we don’t have more time up here.”
Jay straightened up a little, smiling. “We’ve still got tomorrow.”