So, we continue the implementation of our scenarios. In addition to Zhenya and I, several more of our like -minded people from Saratov and Nizhny Tagil, Vladivostok and two pairs from Samara are playing this performance. Join (rules in the stories Role games on this site)
I will immediately make a reservation that I had to do some literary processing of Zhenkin. Well, the guy with spelling is weak.
Etude 3. Summer.
It was July 1, on Saturday. The street is warm, but not hot. How is it, because today is the midst of summer today! Anyway. It will be hot in the evening.
Arriving at the final bus, I immediately saw Seryoga. He stood among people, slender and tanned, in a baseball cap and with a backpack behind him. Could put it on the ground, but no. Then recently he is here – flashed through the brain.
The few passengers went out and spread through the surrounding streets, and the waiting for the bus filled the bus, and he rolled on the way back. Gray and I stayed at the stop only.
– There are no matches? He asked me, fulfilling the conditions of our game. The fact is that we allegedly are not familiar, we have other names, a different story of life. Everyone came up with a legend, and the task of conversations is not to be raised. Such a psycholgic-spy duel.
The fact is that we do not smoke gray, but sometimes we dabble at the same time with the smoking company. So he came up with such a traditional way to make his acquaintance. I grinned, the guy knew that matches should be in my backpack. Having rummaged in her pockets, I handed him the boxes. Gray light, released a ball of smoke and handed me a green pack of long More just begun. He knew that from all these cigarettes with menthol to me in the way.
– Artyom, ”introduced my“ new ”acquaintance, releasing the next portion of smoke.
– Ilya, ”I answered, and shook my hand out. – Why didn’t you leave?
– Yes, I waited here alone, did not wait.
– The professor did not come – the assistant professor arrived? – I am amused.
– Indeed, what plans you have? Let’s go on a campaign.
– Together? And the goal?
– Let’s take a break from the stone jungle.
Passing what I think, I still give consent. And we are leaning one of the streets to the green wall of pines. Here a path comes into the forest, suitable only for walking or riding a bicycle. The conversation is interesting to both, how who has prepared for our game?
– You have been here before?
– Long ago, – answered Tyoma.
The path is already becoming already, the branches begin to hang on both sides, and now it rests on the swamp. Further our path along the forest along the quagmire. The forest is becoming more and more cloudy and unit. The conversation is interrupted due to the inability to go nearby. The noise of the city becomes completely inaudible, and each plunges into their thoughts. Finally the swamp remains aloof, and we go out into the light birch forest. But Artyom hurries on. And not in vain. Immediately behind birches landing Christmas trees. They grow at a dimensional – now densely, then empty. The space between them was occupied by a shrub.
The place between three tall fir trees is wonderful. And how we stumbled upon him? This is a clearing five meters in diameter, completely covered with moss. Sunny rays occasionally break here through the crowns of distant trees. And mosquitoes . Grace!
We discard the backpacks, and we hang up on the back from sweat of T -shirts on the trees and begin to install a tent tent. He is a big specialist in this matter. We put the rear edge of the tent to the edge of the meadow, so that there is a large space for the fire.
– Determine the fire in the evening when the heat falls.
– But there are no rivers here?
– Ten minutes.
– But what did we not get there?
– We want, go. And then there will be a base camp. There are no outsiders here.
Artyom Stellit mats on moss and we finally stretch out on them, tired of a two -hour walk. Now we are both in shorts, and the light smell of fir trees envelops our bodies. Of the sounds only a light rustle of leaves when the wind is blowing. In such heat, not only mosquitoes, but the birds also gone somewhere. From this, we are talking a little audible, while hearing each other well.
Strange, but not one of us has yet pierced, playing the game “Question-answer”. We’re in a folding one. They clearly like it. We learned a lot about the life and thoughts of Ilya and the New. We lie and continue the questions, trying to bring the interlocutor to “clean water”.
Ilya graduated from 9 classes and is now studying in a technical school. Lives in a one -room apartment with a mother and sister, much older than him. Both women love and cherish him since childhood, and he is a bisexual, most afraid that they will learn about it.
He realized himself as a kid quite late – at 13 years old, when he went to the summer camp for the first time. There he was taught everything. Since that time, like everyone else, he has become an avid masturbator who loves himself almost every day. Under such conditions of life, you have to constantly look for a place and time to satisfy your desires. At first it was strained, and then it became the norm. When there are no other options, he could just satisfy himself in the evening somewhere on the street. Frusted with yard boys. Together spent time on the street, in the basement, in the attic. There several times was a witness and a participant in various orgies. Knows the taste of sperm, a high penetration into other people’s bodies, anal pain. But in any serious relationship or permanent groups did not participate. So adapted.
He has many friends to whom he cannot open to the end and suffers from this. For a long time cannot find a friend with whom he could be frank in everything.
Artyom knows and loves his friend from 9. He enlightened him in issues of puberty. It was 12 when he first introduced the darkness to his hairy. He didn’t want to, but it happened. The parents who sent the boys to their grandmother to the village in the summer, and she drowned their bath in the summer. The interest of his brother was caught by Igor. And since he was constantly itchy with desire, he involved his brother in joint games. At first he himself brought the boy to orgasm with his lips, and then melted from the efforts of his native student.
From the village, the guys returned tanned, matured, more friendly. Parents were not picked up, not knowing that this friendship is now not only fraternal.
And three or four years this friendship is only strong. The brothers were just “do not spill water”. Living in the same room, without adults, they were often provided to each other. Their secret has never gone to the side.
When Igor turned 16, he fell in love with a girl from his sports section. Yes, so that one day he delayed his brother with a statement:
– Today I will only be your girl.
That day Tyoma remembers up to a second. Igor gave him so much warmth and love that the guys simply choked in her. Then, relaxing from the comfort, Igor said sadly:
– This was our last time, ”and confusedly told Artyomka about his girl and his decision. The topic could not even argue anything – there was a lump in the throat. He, like no one, knew about his brother that if he decided something, it was useless to argue. He can then change the decision, but only himself. It will not work to crush. The kid, who was just at the top of happiness, now just roared, turning away from Igor. His shoulders shuddered, and his brother did not calm the guy, as it happened before. This was the last time Tyoma cried, but the most bitter.
A few more times, the brother allowed Artyom to take in his mouth, but soon it stopped. In ordinary life, nothing has changed, and Igor imposed a complete ban on the past. Artyom in spite, he generally ceased to be interested in the girls, thinking that this would somehow affect Igor. But he no longer thought about past fun, dedicating all the time to his bride.
Artyom was behind him, and he was looking for a new friendship. And did not find. Once it seemed as if it happened. But a week later the guys quarreled. And today, another new friend did not come to the meeting. I didn’t even call!
– The one, why doesn’t one of us pierce? – I ask a question that excites me.
– I also thought about it and, it seems, know. The fact is that at first we talked with you about legends and followed the accuracy of answers, but for a long time we are talking not so much about Artyom and Ilya, but about their feelings, thoughts, desires. And here we do not compose, we say as we think, not them. Therefore, we will not catch each other in any way.
– Would we go to swim? – I ask my friend, satisfied with his explanation.
– Let’s. At the same time, we will bring water.
We shoe sneakers, take a bowler and set off. At the tent, I leave my mobile phone, and Tyoma takes his way on the road. Having called, we will hear where our meadow. Otherwise we can look for her for a long time.
Temins 10 minutes as usual is much longer, but still we go to the river. Nettles and a barely noticeable fishing path are overgrown along the shore. Burned several times, we jump up on a narrow beach. Nobody.
– Fishermen only in the morning and evening. Now they are sleeping, ”Artyom says, noticing how I study the morned pugs sticking out of the water in several places. – And the spring is on the other side.
– I’m without swimming trunks, – I notice.
– Yes, no one goes here.
And at that moment, two grandmas reached the opposite shore and approached the spring pipe. They began to type water in bottles.
– Yes, there are no people here, – I said with sarcasm.
– Accidentally. Now they will leave.
But the grandmas, apparently tired of the road and twenty minutes sunk, sitting on the grass. We were also forced to sunbathe, lying in shorts on the sand. When our patience was already running out, and Tyoma proposed to step aside and swim, the grandmas suddenly rose and left.
Coastal bushes have not yet stopped swing after the departure of the grandmas, and the artemle had already threw off the boring shorts and, sparkling with an uninhabited back, plopped into the water. He emerged in the middle of the river and shouted so that I would not forget the pot.
Water flowed through our bare bodies when we collected spring water. An empty bottle was nearby. Having rinked, we filled her.
Drying out and pulling the shorts, we left the river. I didn’t have to call – Tyoma unmistakably went to the tent.
– Wow, a missed call, ”I said. – I will not call back. And the time is already 17-00!
– That’s what I want so.
Only here I realized how hungry. I was sent for firewood, and when I returned, the pot was already hanging above the fire. My firewood was just by the way.
I have not tried more delicious pasta with stew in my life! Artyom turned out to be a specialist in tourism affairs. He, it turns out more than once went on hiking at school.
Twilight quietly went down, and we all sat by the fire. Tyoma told camp stories, and I mainly listened and laughed at his jokes.
– And as on a campaign with this? – I nodded towards the width of my shorts.
– Differently, – the guy dodged from a direct answer. -Something was cold for me.
He dressed a long -dried T -shirt.
– Now warmed up? I laughed.
Completely dark, the fire was burned out, but we could not talk. Still, Tyoma began to lay rugs into the tent. We laid my blanket on them, lay down and together covered ourselves with a sleeping bag. After they warmed up, there was no more strength left. The fact is that the second rule of our game was that the one who will make a kiss losing. It will be a signal for the end of the game.
I lost this time I. We lay, intertwining arms and legs, and Tyoma’s neck was at my lips. Unable to restrain myself, I began to shower my friend with kisses, and he did the same. But I was the first. Now the game is over, and everyone is free in their actions.
– What fools we have lost all day!
– You are wrong, ”I objected between kisses,“ we have found this day. Our day!
Clothing unbearably interfered and fettered our bodies. So she quickly scattered in the corners of the tent. And bodily contact has become complete. In the darkness and tightness of the tent, Artyomka was everywhere. In every cubic centimeter of our space. And now it was really Artyom, not Zhenya.
– Ilyukha, Ilyukha, ”he whispered when he torn his lips from me to swallow air. Zhenya didn’t do that. Only the Tyoma could do it.
Everything happened naturally and when it should have happened. Well polished by me, a slightly bugrous member of Tyoma easily entered inside, bringing me to ecstasy. And then my hero also worked as a man. My friend moaned quietly under the pressure, and his thin body, with his feet lifted up, seemed to me a piece of flesh in the dark.
Cum has stained us, and her drops stuck everywhere. We lay hugging almost in complete darkness and nothing else was needed. Temina’s hand easily stroked my side, and I just froze in his arms.
– Let’s fulfill one of each other one desire, ”Artyom suggested.
I nodded, and Tyoma for some reason I immediately understood.
– Only you are the first.
– Promise that we will be friends all our lives. Even if there is no sex, our friendship will not be interrupted. Promise and fulfill this my desire.
– I promise. So it will be!… And now – I, – after a pause continued the topic. – Let’s go swim out.
– At night?
– Yes. At night and at dawn, water is like fresh milk. You have never bathed at night?! You will not regret!
The forest was lighter than in the tent. But still, we walked more slowly, and from the coastal nettle in the dark we dodged with difficulty. To our happiness, there were no fishermen on our beach. Silently sitting on a log, clinging to each other and hiding by a sleeping bag, we waited for the moment when it began to light.
– It’s time, ”Tyoma told me, and slipped out from under the sleeping bag. How he always does, abruptly threw off his clothes and ducked into a pond from the run. And what am I inhibiting – the thought flashed. And I did, like my friend – abruptly threw the sleeping bag onto the sand, tore off his shirt and shorts, and jumped into the river.
We slept this Sunday until dinner, and only hunger woke me up. The naked artemle spread up for the most part of the tent, but I was pressed into the corner. It was hot, and droplets of sweat lay on his face.
And I lost again, easily kissing these droplets above the upper lip of the guy ..
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