Summer Nights (Part 2) [MF] [MM]

If you haven’t read Part One, you can [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oy7d4l/summer_nights_part_1/).

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We didn’t talk about what happened that night for several days. But maybe after a week, I got a text from Dylan in the middle of a hot afternoon.

DYLAN: Hey man, my parents are gone again. Want to come over?

There was no doubt to his meaning. Saying his parents were gone “again” showed what was on his mind. I don’t remember what I was doing at the time–probably watching TV or playing a video game–but I was now both half-hard and nervous. Was I, were we, going to do it again? What did that mean? I had thought it over since it happened, but I had decided to pretend that it was nothing more than harmless fun. We were tipsy, horny, hormonal teenagers: this stuff just happens, right? I didn’t consider myself gay. Eighty percent of my day was probably spent thinking about hooking up with girls. It’s hard to really put myself back into the state of my mind at the time, but there was no denying the physiological reaction: my body wanted to go to his house, even if I felt some hesitation over the implications of what it meant for me and my identity.

And so I did go to his house, and so it continued as it did last time. Turning on porn, the (at this point, surely feigned) hesitancy about whether we would get naked as we sat next to each other, the same not so subtle glances at each other’s bodies and cocks, and the same awkward ending after we had both finished. It became something of a ritual; his parents would leave for work or go out of town, he would text me, and I would come over. His mom came back sooner than expected one time, but we were quick enough, I think, that there’s no way she could tell what we were doing.

Then things took another turn. By then, it was the middle of summer. Probably more than a month and half since our first time. I can’t remember exactly what we were doing, but my best recollection is that a large group, maybe a dozen or so of us–guys, girls, all recent graduates from the high school–had gathered in a local park one night. We had some beers and other alcohol; there might have been a joint being passed around, too. When we didn’t have a house we could all party at, the park was the next best option: it was not close to any major roads and generally stayed empty during the night, so the cops rarely stopped by, but it was big, with plenty of secluded areas, with wandering trails snaking between the trees and undergrowth.

At the park, we drank and laughed and talked, nothing unusual, at least to begin. I was there mostly because a girl I had been talking to, Hannah, wanted to go so I followed along. What cheerleaders were to football players, that was what Hannah was to alternative or indie kids. She was blonde and quite pretty, with sparkling eyes, and large breasts, but she preferred thrift shops, reading poetry, going to the concerts of obscure bands, and the occasional cigarette. She was a free spirit and we were a bit of an odd couple, but I was enough of a nerd to keep up with her, and I’d had a crush on her for a long time, and, if I’m being honest, I was dying to see her naked.

Hannah and I had started talking a little before graduation, but nothing much happened between us until a few weeks ago when I took her to go to a concert of a local band. We both had started opening up more to each other, finding we had more interests in common than we thought, and it seemed like we were clicking. I wasn’t sure it was ever going to be anything other than a fling. When we left the concert to head home, we took a detour and parked the car at the same park we were at tonight. I grabbed a blanket from the car and we started walking into the park.

It was past midnight and quiet save for the distant sound of cars. We walked to a meadow area and spread the blanket and laid down next to each other as we looked up at the stars.

She turned over on her side to face me. “That was nice, thanks for taking me, though my ears are going to be ringing for the next 24 hours.”

“They put on a good show, though, right? The singer is really good.”

“Agree. Also cute.”

“I didn’t take you here to tell me how cute you think other guys are.”

“Oh, really, and why did you take me here?”

That was an opening if I’ve ever seen one. I also turned on my side so I faced her laying down the blanket. I reached out and pulled her closer to me. Our faces now almost touching, we locked eyes and she gave an almost imperceptible smile. I placed my lips softly on hers and pulled her to close the remaining distance between our bodies; she met my kiss and more–her arm went around my shoulders and the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down into hers. I felt her tongue on my lips, and we started making out. I remember her breath was stale, but still had a hint of mint or strawberry that was intoxicating. I wanted more. I started moving my hand down her back. Her shirt had ridden up an inch or so, and I felt the skin of her lower back. When my hand touch her bare skin, she let out a small moan and moved to lay on her back, her hand pulling me to lay on top of her. There was no hiding my hardness at that point; it was now pressing up directly against her. As we moved our clothed bodies on top of each other, I started to move my hand up to her tits; she was wearing a black blouse with buttons and I’d been staring at the hint of her cleavage most of the night. My hand reached the bottom of her right breast. At the same time I cupped her breast, I pushed my hardness into her, and she let out a little moan and then pushed me off.

“Get on your back,” she said. I did as instructed.

While I lay supine, she sat back on her knees. She looked me in the eyes, bending forward slightly at the hip, and unbuttoned a few more buttons on her blouse–enough that I could see her black bra, which I saw now was a balconette that barely concealed her boobs. I’m not great at sizes, but they were easily a D cup.She put her hand on my cock and then moved to my belt.

“It seems you like?”

I don’t think I said anything; too afraid I would jinx the moment, I simply nodded in submission to whatever she had planned. She moved to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans; I moved up my hips to help her pull them off. She pulled them down to my knees and then leaned over me, her hand reaching back to touch me on top of my boxers.

“Are you hard for me,” she asked. She was rubbing my cock through my boxers.

“Yes.”

She kissed me and then moved down my chest and abs, biting and kissing. I thought I was going to lose it. She reached the top of my boxers and used both her hands to move them down. Her hand grasped my cock. I’d had a blow job before, don’t get me wrong–but no one had ever looked so pleased to run her tongue along my shaft and then take my head in her mouth. She alternated sucking and stroking, meeting my eyes each time her mouth left my cock and giving me an impish smile. She started going faster and faster, and kept up a steady stream of “I want to make you come” and “I can taste your pre-cum.” She was preternaturally comfortable in who she was and what she liked and didn’t like; it should have come as no surprise that assuredness extended to her sexuality.

Her hand reached down to graze my balls and I involuntarily twitched and let out a deep moan, “fuck, Hannah, that’s feels so good–don’t stop.”

She didn’t. She took me as far into her mouth and she could several times and then she moved back to focusing on the head and stroking me at the same time. I felt the contractions of my orgasm starting–“I’m gonna come,” I barely let out in time–before she doubled down and took my entire cock in her mouth. She took a moment after she swallowed, and then helped pull up my boxers before she moved to lay down next to me again.

“We didn’t have anything to clean up with.”

She said it so nonchalantly, that I didn’t realize at first she was talking about swallowing my cum.

“That was incredible,” I said, “I want to repay the favor.”

She smiled, “Oh, you will. But not tonight.”

“Are you sure?” I would’ve done anything she asked at that point.

She nodded.

“Should I take you home?”

We folded up the blanket and made our way back to my car, hand in hand. Over the next couple weeks, we fooled around more. I finally ate her out one night when she came over and my parents had gone to bed (she eventually explained she was on her period and that was why she didn’t want me to go down on her at the park). Her taste was intoxicating, and I still remember the way her whole body shook when my tongue finally made contact with her clit after what must have been two or three hours of edging–while my parents were still awake, we would sneak off to a side room and furiously make out and touch each other, her hand grabbing my cock through my shorts and my hand finding her absolutely soaking wet. But we still hadn’t had sex.

And that was how it was the night we were all at the park, two or three weeks after our date to the concert. Around the time we were halfway through our alcohol supply, one of the guys ventured that we should play a game. Some of the girls, I remember, brushed him off. But, as we really didn’t have anything much better to do, eventually there was a debate–spin the bottle? truth or dare? seven minutes in heaven? never have I ever?–about what we should do. The crowd was probably 8 girls to 7 or 6 guys, so the odds were in our favor in any game. No one, it seemed, had ever played truth or dare so we agreed we should play.

I don’t remember much of it. Most of it was inane, I’m sure–who do you think is the hottest teacher, are you a virgin, prank call someone, etc. No one there was bold (or drunk) enough to take it to another level. But a few memorable things happened.Hannah, at one point, chose dare. I think everyone was waiting for it to happen, but one of the other guys finally got up the nerve: “I dare you to make out with Courtney.” Courtney was sitting next to Hannah; she was a petite brunette. She wasn’t my type, but she was cute and always struck me as innocent and certainly less confident in her sexuality than Hannah. Hannah just nodded like it was no big deal and then looked at Courtney. I saw Hannah look at Courtney; Courtney gave a small nod. Hannah stood up and, playing to the crowd, theatrically straddled Courtney. One of the guys let out a whistle. Hannah cupped Courtney’s cheeks in her hand and brought her lips to Courtney’s and suddenly they were making out. It was entrancing watching their soft bodies move and hair fall around their faces. It probably lasted all of 20 seconds, but by the end of it I was rock hard, as I’m sure all the other guys were as well. Hannah got up, took a quick look at me, and then gave a smile to the rest of the group.

When she sat back down, she looked at everyone and found the guy, Ethan, who had asked the dare. She looked at him and said truth or dare. I don’t know how he didn’t see this coming, but he didn’t, and he chose dare.”Ok, fair’s fair, Ethan. I dare you to make out with a guy. I’ll even be nice and let you decide who the lucky man in this group is.”

Everyone laughed.

“No way, I’m not into that,” David said.

“C’mon, it’s only fair,” Hannah responded.I remember venturing a glance at Dylan, who was watching with the same amused smile as everyone else. David and Hannah went back and forth, with others interjecting, until finally it got to the point it wasn’t fun anymore and Hannah threw in the towel.

“Fine. If you won’t do it, your dare then is to strip naked in front of all of us and then run to the other side of the field and back.”

David had already humiliated himself enough by not playing by the rules in the first instance, so he just sullenly nodded and then began stripping. Everyone started laughing and clapping until eventually he stood before all of us naked. If he was hard before, he definitely wasn’t now and he seemed on the smaller side to begin with. He started running across the field–a flash of white in the green grass–and we all watched and laughed.

That was when we heard a call pull into the parking lot 100 yards or so from where we were. David had just reached the other side of the field and was heading back, and we saw a flashlight making its way toward our group.”Don’t move!” We heard a voice shout.

There were two of them, it seemed. Definitely the cops. We all panicked, and started scrambling in different directions away from where the voices originated. Someone, I remember, had the foresight to grab David’s clothes to bring to him. There was no coordination; I was one of the last to start running, as I had taken a few extra seconds to shake out and roll up the blanket I had brought. Hannah, on the other hand, had almost immediately started sprinting away with some of the other girls. I made my way toward another grove of trees on the far side of the field. I was fast enough that I wasn’t worried about the cops catching up with us so once I was covered by the trees and on the path, I started walking. I didn’t see anyone else at first, but then there was Dylan.

“That was a close one,” he said.”

Yeah, we got lucky. Didn’t seem like they wanted to chase us,” I said, “anyone else with you?” He shook his head, and said everyone had split off on different paths.

Looking back, I saw the flashlights were pointed down at the ground and not toward the various places we had run. I sent Hannah a quick text to see if she was okay. Dylan and I kept walking together through the woods. I had driven with Hannah, but Hannah’s car was in the same parking lot that the cop car currently was. Hannah texted back to say she was with Courtney, who had driven but had parked at another lot and was going to ride back with her. She said they could try and find somewhere to pick me up, if I didn’t have a ride. I asked Dylan if his car was there, and he nodded, so I told Hannah I’d found a ride and would text her once I got home.

“So where’s your car,” I asked Dylan, realizing I probably should have asked that before I declined Hannah’s ride.

“It’s back at that lot.”

“Oh, how long do you think they’ll be there?”

“I don’t know, but I doubt they’ll stay for long. Probably can just follow this trail for awhile and then make our way back. There’s no way they can find us at this point.”

“They can run the tags of the cars in those lots.”

“I thought about that, but I don’t know, there were lots of random cars there.”T

here was a lull in the conversation as we kept walking.

“That was pretty hot, watching Hannah and Courtney,” Dylan said, suddenly.

“Tell me about it. Honestly, doesn’t surprise me that Hannah would be into it, but I was surprised by Courtney.”

“Same. Poor David, such an idiot he didn’t see that coming.”

“I know, I don’t blame him though.”

“So you wouldn’t have done the dare,” Dylan asked.

“I don’t know. That’s a lot of people to do it in front of, you know.”

“If no one was there, would you have done it?”

“I don’t know. Would you?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

On the surface, the conversation was innocuous, but the undertone was what we’d been up to the last couple months, jerking off with each other. Not touching, but not necessarily looking away either. I could tell where he was leading the conversation, and I wanted him to take it there, even if I wasn’t brave enough to do it myself. The adrenaline from the surprise by the cops and running was subsiding, and thinking about Hannah and Courtney kissing, and me and Dylan, started to turn me on.

“Have you before,” I asked, meaning, had he kissed another guy.

“No, I haven’t, assume you haven’t either?”

“No. Never really thought about it until tonight, I guess.”

There was another pause as we kept walking.

“Do you want to try?” Dylan finally asked.

“With you?”

“Who else,” he laughed.

I looked around; no one else was anywhere near.

“Let’s go back in this way,” I said, pointing to a clearing off the side of the trail. He followed me and we looked at each other. I suddenly was fully aware of his presence and his body close to mine. He was an inch or so shorter than me. My heart was pounding. He pulled up closer to me and put his hand behind my head to bring me down to his lips. My lips grazed his, and then we were kissing, making out. It felt different, not bad, but different than kissing Hannah or a girl. I could feel a bit of stubble, and it was rougher; more raw, in a way. He pulled me closer to him and suddenly I felt his cock pressing against mine. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him more forcefully, biting his lip. For a moment I just stopped thinking and let it happen, enjoying the pleasure and the feel of his cock against me.

Eventually we pulled apart and looked at each other.

“Do you want to?”

I nodded.

We walked further into the trees, off the path. I put down the blanket I had brought and we sat down on it next to each other. He pulled me into another kiss. I moved my hands into my shorts and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I could sense he had done the same. I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt his hand on my shorts, on top of my cock. He pulled back from kissing me, and asked if he could touch me. I nodded, and moved closer to him to get the angle right. His hand touched my abs and then pushed against the waist of my shorts–my body trembled at the foreign touch, another man’s hand–and then he grabbed my cock and I almost came. He started giving me a hand job and asked, if it was okay, and I said yes, and kissed him more. I was getting close and he was expertly touching my cock.

I needed a distraction.”Can I touch you, too?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I moved my hand into his shorts as he did to me. It was a tight fit with my hand, and I felt his body also reacting to the sudden touch. Then I had his hard cock in my hand. It felt different from touching my own, he was smaller but not significantly so. But I felt powerful as I started to move my hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the feel and the sounds it was causing him to make.

“These shorts are making it hard to get the right angle,” he said.

“Yeah, let’s take them off.”

We pulled our shorts down to our knees, and moved back to sit next to each other. Our hands crossed again as we sought out the other’s cock while we moved our heads closer together, occasionally to kiss. I was already close to coming, electrified by the sheer nature of what we were doing–half naked in a park, touching each other and making out.

I was lost in what he was doing to me and didn’t realize it at first, but all of the sudden he was bending over and moving to take my cock into his mouth. He couldn’t take me very deep, and his technique was nowhere near as developed as Hannah’s, I thought, but it was incredible to look down and see Dylan giving me a blow job. I had stopped touching him when he moved to take me in his mouth, and now I ran my hand through his hair and moaned, telling him to keep going and that I was getting close. He nodded and kept it up, moving his free hand to my balls and gently playing with them. He moved a finger down to my perineum and lightly played with my asshole, something no one had ever done before. I remember bucking at the touch but it felt incredible. I realized I was making a lot of noise, and quieted myself, aware that others could still be nearby. I whispered to him that I was close to coming. He kept his hand on my balls, but stopped blowing me and moved to kiss me. I returned the kiss, tasting a bit of myself on his lips. He told me to touch myself and that he wanted to watch me come. I did what he told me, while he brought his finger up to his mouth, licked it, and then moved it back to my ass, drawing little circles around my asshole and teasing me. Then he pushed it into me and I came almost instantaneously.

“That was sexy,” he said.

“Yeah, it was,” I said.

Now that I’d come, I felt slightly awkward and more aware of our surroundings.

“Do you want me to help you out?”

“Can you do the same to me?”

He was rock hard and started touching himself. I grabbed his balls, feeling them in my hand and teasing him. Then, like he did, I wetted my finger and began exploring his ass. He moaned, and I kept running my hand from his balls to his ass, licking my finger again to ensure it was wet enough and then I pushed it inside of him. It felt tight, and hot, and I was absolutely shocked that somehow, I had ended up in this situation, but here I was. I started to finger his asshole as he jacked himself off faster and faster.

“I’m getting close — keep going,” he breathed.

I don’t know what took hold of me, but all of a sudden I had an urge to please him. Keeping my finger teasing and fingering him, I moved my mouth to his balls and gently took one, and then the other, into my mouth. He erupted. It was more come than I’d ever seen from him, and it kept coming.

We both laid back on the blanket, exhausted from our efforts and shocked, too, at how quickly everything had unfolded. I moved to pull up my shorts and he did the same.

“I guess the coast is probably clear now,” he said.

***

My wife looked at me, some mixture of shock and arousal. “I can’t believe that all happened.”

“Sometimes I can’t either.”

We were in our early thirties now and married for a couple years. During the pandemic, we spent more time together than we had in a long time and it sparked a renewal of our sex life. At some point, we started talking about fantasies and experiences. My wife was bisexual, something I’d always known, and she had dated women before we met. I had never told anyone about my experiences with Dylan that summer, and thought I never would. But then my wife asked the question one night.

“You know, we talk about me a lot, and what it’s like to be bisexual, but nothing really about you,” she said.

I just nodded. And then I simply said it, before I had a chance to reconsider.

“Well, I’ve had experiences, too, with a guy that is. I just have never considered myself anything other than straight.”

Her eyes glowed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was awhile ago. And never really thought I’d tell anyone.”

“Wow. I’m shocked, I mean not in a bad way, and not that I mind at all, to be clear. The opposite really. I think that’s obvious. And I love you no matter what.”

And that was it. She was respectful and gave me space. But it slowly started making its way into our dirty talk and fantasies. We had talked many times about involving another woman in a threesome. But never another man. And, one night, not so innocently, as we were having sex, she asked if I would be interested in having another man join us.

I thought back to Dylan and thought back to our experiences and looked at my wife, staring at me with a naughty smile.

“I would,” I said, as I pushed myself deep inside of her.

She moaned. “Oh, that feels good–keep going. When you told me,” she said between breaths, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you think about?” I moved my mouth to her ear and lightly bit her neck as my other hand moved down to rub her clit as I kept fucking her.

“I think about you and a guy, together; what it would look like to watch you two touch each other.”

“And you want to join in?”

“God, yes,” she moaned and we kept fucking until we both came.

Afterwards, exhausted, we laid back and cuddled.

“So, will you tell me what happened between you and this mysterious guy so long ago?”

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