Peter Walker

"Hey Gary, you got that van, right?" Peter Walker had asked on the phone that day.

"Yeah, Stuart's letting me drive it while he's away," Gary said.

"My finals are all wrapped up and all I have left is graduation," Peter said. "After that my mom and dad are taking me -- me and Sandy, that is -- on a cruise, and I'm headed off to Europe after I get back."

Gary had asked if it was the same trip his mom and dad were taking, and it sounded like it. "Busy, heh?" Gary said.

"Yeah, and I was thinking," Peter said. "This might be the last time I get to see you for a while. Did...did you want to get together and do stuff? Maybe another trip to the moon?" he asked.

Gary's pulse throbbed. "Do stuff" was their code for sex, and "trip to the moon" meant that Peter wanted Gary's cock up his butt. Gary tugged at his pants to accommodate their sudden tightness. Peter had been his first partner for anal intercourse, and ever since dumping Sharon, his only reliable one. He didn't feel comfortable bringing it up with Bernie yet.

"Sure Peter," Gary said. "I could show you the van and stuff, and, um, yeah, I'm up for a trip. Would you believe Stu has the whole back padded, like a mattress?"

"No way," Peter said. "You gotta show me."

After a couple of go-rounds picking a time and place, they agreed to meet in the middle of the morning and go to an undeveloped edge of campus where Gary could park the van in a secluded location.

He and Peter didn't get many chances to get together like this. It had been weeks, but it didn't take long to get things started again. They kicked off their shoes and went to the back of the van. Gary opened his pants and showed Peter his stiffening cock. Peter bent down and took it in his mouth while he undid his pants one-handed. Peter's blond head bobbed up and down on Gary's cock, taking it about halfway into his mouth while rubbing the lower shaft with one hand. When Gary was fully hard, Peter leaned back and let Gary return the attention. Peter's cock was slimmer and shorter than Gary's but plenty respectable, at least he'd said that Sandy was happy with it. It sprang up from a nest of pale blond pubic hair that spread up to his navel and back round his crotch and upper thighs.

They stripped themselves naked and did a little play-wrestling. Peter had a small advantage of reach and better condition, and he managed to put Gary's shoulders down in short order. He reversed himself on top of his friend and dipped his penis down toward Gary's mouth. Gary captured Peter's cock head and sucked it in, while Peter steadied Gary's cock and took it into his own mouth. This time they lasted three whole minutes before Peter started laughing and had to quit.

"It's so distracting," Peter said. "How do people do it?"

"Dunno," Gary said. "Usually works for me, I mean, with girls. But yeah, it's easier to switch off."

"You wanna take that trip?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," Gary said.

Peter spread out one of Stuart's old towels and got on his hands and knees. Gary squirted lube from Stuart's supply into Peter's hand, and Peter stroked his cock as Gary got himself ready. He dribbled a little lube into the tip of a rolled condom, held his foreskin back and put it on. It was always a little awkward for Gary to roll a condom over the broad crown of his cock head, but he managed.

Gary lubed up his cock and Peter's rear end. Gary kneeled behind his friend, aiming his cock above Peter's dangling pink balls, above his cock root, on target with the wet starburst of Peter's anus. Contact. A minute of deep breathing and gentle pressure, and Peter opened up for him.

"Oh yeah!" they said at the same time.

After another few minutes of slow, careful movement, they found their way to a working rhythm. Peter's tight ring went up and down Gary's shaft as he took his friend from behind while Peter kept stroking his own cock with one hand.

"Damn, this is good," Peter said.

"Fucking good," Gary said as he watched his shaft moving in his friend's ass.

Peter laughed, and his anus squeezed down on Gary's cock.

"Whoa," Gary said.

"Gonna miss you, Gar'," Peter said.

"You too, Pete," Gary said. "Give Sandy a good ride."

"Hey, give Bernie a good one too," Peter said.

Bernie's face appeared in his mind's eye, framed by curly dark hair, giving him a shy smile as she undressed. His cock jumped. "I'm gonna come, Peter," he said. Gary couldn't help thrusting his cock harder and faster into his friend's ass as he rose toward his come.

"Go ahead, I'm ready," Peter said, working his own shaft.

At that very moment Gary had thought, 'What if Bernie could see me now?' But thoughts of Bernie fled as his cock twitched again, then swelled in Peter's ass.

"Fuck, Pete, here it comes!" Gary cried.

His hips pumped and thrust his cock deep into Peter's ass by pure reflex. Warmth flooded Gary's body and spilled out the tip of his cock, planting his best wishes up the butt of his friend, his good friend Peter who was going away soon.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Peter said as Gary's orgasmic thrusts pounded his ass. Peter jacked faster. "Gonna come...AH!" he cried, joining Gary in moaning out his climax on the padded floor of the Super Surf Van.

They hadn't had much time to chat, but Peter had told him he found out that his parents were swingers, and he suspected that Gary's mom and dad were part of their group. Gary's head had spun with confusion and half-formed suspicions, but he hadn't had a chance to talk to anyone who might know more before they were all gone on the cruise.

Gary's eyes snapped back in focus, back to the present. He looked up from Bernie's confession and back at the face of his girlfriend's mother Joyce, standing naked in front of him in her living room.

"You don't have to tell me anything now..." Joyce began.

Gary guessed he wouldn't. Bernie had probably recounted every thrust, quiver, and spurt to her mom. Sometimes he felt jealous, but Joyce had always been kind and generous to him.

Joyce continued evenly, "But I think you've been good to Bernie, and good for her, and I want things to work well for you two. So you do need to tell Bernie what you've been up to."

"Okay," Gary said. He took a deep breath and felt his tense shoulders relax. "I think I see why you asked me to masturbate before you gave me Bernie's letter," he said.

"Yes, Gary," Joyce said. "Thank you for letting me join you."

Gary laughed, at a loss for words. Both of them were still naked and a little sweaty and sticky from their efforts.

Joyce smiled. "Shower up," she said, pointing to the downstairs bathroom. "You know where the towels are." She turned to go upstairs. "Time to beat me at a friendly game of chess before you pick up the girls?"