What's Love Got...? by Will

Tim Landers was in bit of a quandary. The tall, attractive, 23-year-old had been out of college for two years and was beginning to get his footing as junior executive in the hectic pace of an investments firm. His tyrannical boss was constantly riding him - his engagement to his college girlfriend wasn't going like he wanted - and his life in general seemed to be a pile of shit.

So he had asked his childhood buddy, Jake Carter, to join for a weekend up at his father's cabin for the Memorial Day weekend. Jake was a 21-year-old senior at the local college, and he was stoked at the idea of him and Tim reliving some of those wild and carefree days of their childhood up in the mountains at the family cabin.

Tim had also asked Jake to bring along a certain 18-year-old freshman at his college. Tim had met the gorgeous Corey Shaw last fall at a fraternity party that Jake threw. The striking physique and radiant face of the 18-year-old Corey had severely seared the consciousness of Tim Landers for the 8 months. On several occasions he had found him driving the distance out to the college under the pretext of seeing Jake, when it was the larger-than-life persona of Corey Shaw he lusted to catch glimpse of.

Jake had approached Corey about the weekend, and Corey accepted. But the teenager could only stay until Sunday afternoon. Nonetheless, it was all-systems-go for all-day Saturday, at least.

Saturday morning, May 23rd, around 10am, Tim arrived up at the cabin. It was his favorite time of the year to be up there. Everything was new and still budding. The air was rife with the scent of wild flowers and the robust aroma of new plant growth. He could hear the swift babbling of the wide stream that flowed across the property just down around the back embankment of the two-bedroom cabin.

Tim Landers' heart was expansive. He just knew it was going to be an awesome weekend. Even though his buddy Jake was a skirt-chaser, he had also been known to knock-boots with one to two guys who really rocked his libido. So Jake was, in no way, judgmental about his friend's fixation on the blonde, handsome, charismatic 18-year-old college freshman.

The eager host had made a variety of sandwiches and had stockpiled a cooler full of cans of pop and beer and had placed out on the deck of the cabin by the time Jake and Corey arrived around noon.

Tim's heart literally skipped a beat before it started thundering as he watched the mid day sun radiantly glow and glance off the lustrous mane of Corey's blonde hair. Instantly, the teen waved across the yard at Tim, shouting "Damn, just how awesome this place is!?"

The three soon comfortably settled-in on the deck, chatting away at each other from across the small table as they vigorously chowed away at the feast of sandwiches and beverages.

Since fishing was on the agenda, around 2pm each guy grabbed a pole and a tackle of bait and headed down the back trail to the rushing, babbling stream.

Corey was the light of the gathering. He seemed to be a perpetual motion machine. Everything caught his attention; everything intrigued him. He jumped on rocks, he climbed trees; he chased butterflies; he was engrossingly amused by just about everything. He glowed in the sun, and it did Tim's heart good to watch the living, lighthearted, poetry-in-motion entity that Corey Shaw surely was. His trim, fit, five-foot-eight frame wore a tee shirt, dungarees, white sneakers and a white baseball cap. At one point, during one his gymnastics antics, he pulled off his tee shirt. Tim held his breath, hoping he was going to get a glimpse of that naked torso. But the kid was wearing a white wife-beater beneath it. Poor Tim. He was so disappointed.

All three got comfortable on the banks of the stream and began casting. But nothing was biting. On several occasions Jake asked Corey to stifle all his chatter, that it might be scaring off the fish. After giving Jake a curious look, "You're kidding, right?"

"Naw, man, you gotta keep the volume down. Sound travels in water." replied Jake. "It spooks the fish."

With that great big hypnotic smile dancing across his handsome 18-year-old's face, he said, "Wow. That sucks, man."

After telling the two older guys that after having downed those two beers, he didn't think he'd be able to sit still or be quiet for any real length of time, and that he was in an adventure mode. So, he was going to take a hike down the banks along the stream for a while, and try to burn off the alcohol. And off he went.

About an hour-and-a-half later, and with three trout caught between them, Tim and Jake began to wonder about Corey. Seeing the concern on his friends face, Jake suggested they go look for him.

After trekking down the shoreline for about a quarter of a mile, they came across a sight that was literally spellbinding. They both actually froze in their tracks. It was a magnificent tableau of a very naked Corey Shaw unselfconsciously reposing on a fallen tree trunk that lay half on the banks and halfway out in the stream. Both men instantly erected to full vigor at the sight. Corey's beautiful, satiny, peaches-and-cream skin lay eloquently there on the contrasting dark, dry, brown wood of the downed timber - his mind apparently fixed on the symphony of birds in the trees across the stream. Both men were transfixed by the effulgent presence of this magnificent wood sprite.

It took considerable self-control for Tim not to go charging down the log and have his way with that peerless young tight body.

Finally, Jake, regaining presence of mind, called out, "Hey, Corey, I didn't know you were a nudist!" And after a nervous giggle, he continued with, "Come on, were headin' in. Were gonna have a fish fry!" He then held up the three medium-sized trout that he and Tim had just reeled in.

Coming out of his reverie, Corey sat up and looked in the direction of the two men, with an almost kittenish demeanor. Looking like a child who had just been awakened from a night's deep sleep, he finally said "cool", as a sweet innocent smiled played devilishly about the corners of his pouting lips.

Being almost scared shitless to bear witness to Corey's radiant, sun-drenched, full-frontal beauty, both men immediately spun around and swiftly headed back upstream, with Jake shouting back, "Come on, now! Let's GO, dude!"

That evening after the Baked-Trout-with-King-Crab-stuffing feast, they had some quality bonding-time amidst the loud music, gaming with such video games as 'Halo 3' and 'Guitar Hero', while swilling down beaucoup amount of brewskies. Jake and Corey were doing more drinking than Tim. Tim was happy enough just being unbelievably intoxicated by the sound, sight and scent of the quintessential Corey Shaw.

Soon Jake, yawning and stretching, said he was wiped-out and was off to bed. Tim and Corey remained up for another two hours challenging each other on the intricate Madden NFL video game. Finally they were also 'wiped' and decided it was time for bed.

Jake had gone to sleep in the small guest bedroom down the hall at the far end of the cabin; Tim and Corey were in the master bedroom. Tim had given Corey the king size bed, and he took a sleeping bag on the floor. "Just like camping out, huh?" laughed Tim as he crawled into the bag.

There on the floor Tim lay quietly thinking of that beautiful, spectacular force-of-nature named Corey Shaw only several inches away in bed. Visions of the naked boy on the log earlier in the day danced cruelly in the man's head. This is too much, he thought. He really cared about his fiancee, and planned to marry her and have a few kids, because he wanted to go as far as he could in his heterosexual-based corporate career - and a wife and kids were the necessary accoutrements required. But there was something about Corey - something magical - something unique -- something that provoked in Tim that frivolous emotion called - dare he say it --- love. It was totally insane. But there he was, all strangled up with childish feelings for a teenager.

The cabin seemed so still, so quiet, Tim thought, as he slowly fell away to sleep with the intoxicating aroma of Corey scent filling his nostrils. How he wished that the boy with that angelic face, fantastic cock, and cute bubble butt, were his for the night.

Tim would nod off and then awake again, as he listened to the sweet sounds of Corey's sleeping body coming from the bed. After about an hour of this, coursing through the darkness, Tim heard Corey's voice in a low whisper, "Tim."

Tim lay very still. Was Corey going to invite into bed, or was he trying to see if the man was asleep so that he could jerk off?

"Tim, are you awake?"

Tim still did not answer. Corey would have to make the first move, if anything was going to happen, Tim decided.

Sure that Tim was asleep, Corey got out of bed, walked toward the man, then around him, and out the bedroom door.

Thinking he boy was headed for the bathroom, Tim eased out of his sleeping bag and silently followed. He felt it would be just as much of a thrill listening to kid through the bathroom door whacking off.

But Corey walked on past the bathroom door, right into the room where Jake was sleeping. Tim eased down the hall and peeked into the darkened room from behind the door. He could barely see anything. But he was able to make out Corey shaking Jake, saying, "Jake! Jake! Wake up, man."

"Wha... what's wrong?" replied a groggy Jake.

"Nothing," said Corey, sitting down on the bed beside Jake, "I just wanted to know if you wanted to fuck me?"

It felt like a huge javelin had just pierced the core center of Tim's heart. What the hell was going on? There was the earth angel that he loved so much, and for so long, and had been hoping to fuck this weekend, asking his childhood friend to fuck him instead.

FUCK! What is wrong with this fucking picture, thought Tim.

There was a slight surprise in Jake's voice. He was just as shocked as Tim. "What about Tim?" he asked. "You know he's got feelings for you."

"He's asleep," Corey quickly snapped. "He'll never know; besides, I just want to get fucked, not get into some kinda weird relationship."

"Okay," said Jake. "But I've got to turn on the light; I want to see that bodacious bubble butt of yours, if you don't mind?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," said an impatient Corey, "just close the door!"

Jake crossed the room and started to close the door. But Tim stood there, just out of Corey's view, and locked glances with Jake. He nodded his approval for Jake to fuck his heart's desire - the beautiful creature who was now so grotesquely ripping out his heart.

Leaving the door slightly cracked, Jake smiled at Tim, then turned and walked back to the bed. Corey lay there on his stomach, naked, with that great little luscious ass stuck in the air, open, and ready for attack. Jake moved to the side of the bed. Staring with lust filled eyes at the heavenly gift that awaited him on the bed, he vigorously removed his boxers. Sliding onto the bed, Jake reached out an eager hand and began to rub and massage Corey's smooth, firm butt, while he heatedly stroked his already rock hard cock with his other hand.

Tim silently stood there and watched as Jake got up on top of Corey. Corey reached back with sex-intent hands and grabbed his butt. Releasing a loud guttural sigh of relief, he spread his ass cheeks wide. Quickly, Jake commenced to run the fat head of his cock up and down Corey's moist crack, saying, "Are you sure about this? I know you're a virgin, 'cause otherwise I would have heard stories about you around campus by now?"

Squirming and moaning there amid the pillows and shoving his eager little bubble butt back up against Jake's rigid and exploring pecker, "Yes! Yes!" blurted out the sex-crazed teen, while his head simultaneously nodded yes, yes, yes!

Looking down at the tight, expanding and contracting sphincter, Jake allowed a mouthful of spit to dribble down on the begging anus. After massaging a copious supply of saliva in and around the steaming asshole, Jake lasciviously placed his cockhead to that young pink love-entrance. Then turning and looking toward the cracked door where Tim stood and watched with dick-hard interest, Jake pushed forward.

Corey squeezed his eyes tightly closed, opened his mouth wide with an "OOOOOOOWWWWWW!" as he dropped his hands to his sides. Jakes also grunted with bestial pleasure. The tight titillating clenching of the pleasure/pain trauma of the sphincter muscle was unbelievably stimulating. Swiftly Jake began to rotate and shove his cock further in. The anus tightly clasped his boner with a phenomenal suction. Jake shuddered from the awesome sensation. He just had to get further inside the furnace of that summoning liquid fire. It was beckoning him onward, onward, onward, towards the most exhilarating pleasure he'd ever known. It wasn't until he had completely impaled the kid on his needy and hungry cock did he think to ask, "You, okay?"

"Yeeeaaaah! YEEEAH! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!" responded Corey.

Jake turned and looked in Tim's direction again. He smiled as he began to slowly fuck the virginal bubble butt. In and out ever so slowly, Jake blissfully watched as the tender hole clung to his rigid, jubilant cock as it ebbed and flowed in that taut, fleshy heaven. Corey's closed his eyes as low whispering sounds of "yeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Yeeeeeeeees" slipped from his mouth.

"OOOOOH, DAMN! You're so tight, Corey! You're so fucking tight, baby," moaned Jake as his thrusts increased. He was trying to be gentle with the guy, but this kind of sex don't happen every day, he thought, and he wanted to make the most of this occasion; to get the very best out of this very hot young hole.

The vigorous thrusts into Corey soon become unpitying. Minutes later, Corey is thrashing, squirming and moaning in pain, while at the same time begging Jake to pound his ass even harder and even deeper.

Soon Jake is holding his upper body up off of Corey as he slams the young ass beneath him good and hard and deep. Jake is pumping and pounding Corey's bubble butt so hard that the teenager's head is bouncing and banging against the headboard of the bed. Corey tries to protect his head with his hands, but is unable to do much as he helplessly lays there getting the merciless butt-fucking that he had begged Tim's best friend to give him.

After 35 minutes of uninhibited fucking, Jake slows his pounding and reaches for Corey's underwear, saying he needs them to cum on.

"No! NO! Come in me!! CUM in meeeee!" Corey screams.

"I don't have on a condom!" shoots back Jake.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" yells Corey. "CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Resuming his previous velocity, Jake got back to the business of slamming that young ass again... without mercy.

Corey is crying from his lustful pounding as Jake pushes and thrusts hard and deep one last time into that tight virginal hole as his manly body begins to jerk and shake.

Anticipating the seminal onslaught, Corey screams out, "YEEESSSS! YESSSSSSSSSS! CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jake slammed and slammed and slammed into the quivering ass cheeks of Corey Shaw as he splattered load after load into the tight, treasured honey-pot.

With one final bestial grunt of rapturous pleasure, while glistening in a copious sheen of his own sweat, Jake collapsed atop the 18 year old. They both lay there in a sensual, sweat-soaked heap of exhausted flesh for several minutes, slowly restoring their breath. Gently Jake lifted himself up from the body beneath him, as he with great ease removed his semi-erect dick from within that snug, blessed, bubble butt.

Corey rolled over on his back and looked up into the face of his ass-conqueror and winks. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he stood up only to fall back down again, saying, "Damn, my ass hurts!" Shooting Jake a great big devilish smile, "Thanks, Jake! I needed that." he cooed.

Noticing that Corey's cock is still as hard as a baseball bat, Jake asks can he jerk him off, or even suck him off.

"Naw, man, naw" replied Corey reaching for his underwear and quickly pulling them on. "But when we go camping next weekend, I'm gonna need that again. So we'll see, okay" continued Corey placing a hand on Jake's shoulder.

"Anytime, babe." said Jake, clutching his cock and jiggling his balls.

At that point, Tim swiftly made his way back down the hall to the master bedroom and dived into his sleeping bag.

Nothing was mentioned the next morning. But as Tim and Jake started their planning for the camping trip for the following weekend when Corey would be able to spend the entire three days with them, Tim Landers emphatically stated that there would be, most definitely, a video camera involved, as the words to the song, "What's love got to do with it" swam whimsically throughout his brain.