Ben's Weekend Trip to Utah Chapter 23
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Chapter 23: Detachment 105: The Thunderchiefs
By the second week of September Ben and John had settled back into their lives together at school and their new apartment. They combined their wardrobes into the closet and dresser, used the space under the loft beds for storage, and kept the pair of desks against the wall. Ben ordered a customized bed gap filler on Amazon so they could comfortably sleep together and John was right, it was the perfect space to hide their “toys”.
Their other roommate JP, was the odd man out of the four in the unit. Ben saw less of him around the apartment than Caleb, who was away from home 2 - 3 evenings a week due to his commitments with AFROTC in Boulder and its Honor Guard. Joao Paulo or JP for short, was originally from Brazil, about 6 feet tall, with short blonde hair, and had a slight acne problem. He had an average build and pale white skin. About the only time Ben saw him out of his bedroom besides getting food, was when JP sometimes watched FC Barcelona matches on John’s TV via YouTube. Ben noted that JP wore a Barcelona Jersey so he must have been a big soccer fan.
It didn’t help with fostering a connection between roommates that JP had a gluten allergy and never ate with the rest of them. Even on the nights when Caleb was away in Boulder, JP still went to hang out in a study nook in Jackson or back at campus with some of his friends. This was fine with the rest of them, as JP was quiet and didn’t complain, even with the 5:15 AM Physical Training wake-up call for Caleb.
Caleb and John however were great together, both of them enjoyed listening to country music, and John even showed some interest in Caleb’s ROTC subjects and aviation. They spent some time talking about basketball, as Caleb had followed the Nuggets during their NBA Championship run in the spring, but the Nuggets were a far second to Caleb’s Broncos. On the subject of Ben and John’s relationship, Caleb tried his best to not make Ben uncomfortable as he did on that first day and always let the couple have their private moments, knocking first when Ben and John were in their room and the door was closed.
This morning Caleb had PT and John had asked to shadow him to experience what it was like. John already had an early class that morning so two hours less sleep didn’t matter to him. At least he didn’t have to drive to Boulder and return after dark like Caleb that same day.
“Do you try to wake him up?” Caleb asked opening a can of Celcius energy drink wearing his full AFROTC PT kit and a pair of white New Balance runners.
John was wearing Ben’s favorite royal blue UA shorts, the new white Mines Nike Dri-Fit t-shirt, and his blue Jordans. “I can try again but he didn’t even move when I woke up. Can I grab one of those too? I’ll pay you back.”
Caleb took another can from the fridge. “Don’t even try to man, my treat for doing this with me.”
“Fuji apple-pear?” John looked at the can.
“Yeah. Well, see if you can drag him out of bed now. You guys usually sleep in your shorts and Under Armour shirts anyway right?” Caleb laughed.
John went back into the bedroom to hear Ben softly snoring and flipped the light on. He crawled up onto the beds still in his shoes and pressed the cold can of energy drink against Ben’s red cheek.
Ben shivered and opened his eyes. “Whattt the??” he muttered.
“Last chance to come with us, I’m wearing your favorite shorts and the Jordans.” John rubbed Ben on the cold cheek and brushed his fingers through his hair.
Ben rolled over and lifted his head to look out the window. “It’s like still 0 Dark Thirty, I’ll get up when you guys come back.”
John rolled his eyes, he had picked up some of Caleb’s military speak but he hadn’t heard Caleb use that one yet in front of him.
“Suit yourself, babe. I still love you.” John turned around and crawled off the bed. He waited a second to hear if Ben would say something back but all he could hear was Ben starting to snore softly again and John flipped off the light.
“Just us.” John shrugged and opened his can, following Caleb downstairs.
“Why do you have to leave at 5:30, doesn’t your PT only start at 6 and the fields are 10 minutes from home?” John asked as he walked with Caleb toward campus in the chilly, pre-dawn, Colorado air.
“The first thing in the military you learn is if you’re not 15 minutes early, you’re late. That applies to everything, even chow time.” Caleb shook his drink and sipped the last drops from the can.
“Isn’t that a Vince Lombardi thing, and how can you be late for your meals in the caf? Maybe breakfast.” John replied.
“Hey! I thought you weren’t a Packers fan, and Lombardi did coach Army before the Packers!” Caleb chuckled. “So maybe we got it from him.”
“Okay yeah, that’s totally how it works,” John said with a smirk on his face.
As they walked behind the Rec they threw away the cans in one of the recycling bins and spotted the rest of the Mines AFROTC crew out on the fields in the same gray shirts and dark blue shorts as Caleb was wearing.
John looked at his watch as he stood next to Caleb and about 20 other cadets. 5:43 AM he thought to himself, earlier than Evan at the shellhouse, but at least Caleb only had to do this a couple times a week versus every weekday.
“Airman Kilpatrick!” a voice in front of them asked. “Is the civie with you?”
“Yes Sir, this is my roommate John. Can I ask for permission for him to shadow me for PT this morning?” Caleb looked forward to the officer.
“Shadow you for PT? What does he think this is? Planet Fitness?” Caleb’s Lieutenant started walking toward John unimpressed, and the whole squad struggled to contain their laughter including Caleb.
The Lieutenant looked John over and John recognized his face from one of his classes. It was Ryan Aguilar, a Junior in Petrochemical Engineering.
Lt. Aguilar couldn’t keep a straight face as well. “I’m kidding man. If you’re joining us though, you’re one of us, you better keep up.”
“No problem Sir!” John grinned. He was somewhat familiar with ranks in the military. His dad was a Lieutenant in the Fire Department and had many friends in the Police Department.
“Lieutenant Crowley?” Lt. Aguilar asked someone in the back.
“Yes Lieutenant?” one of the few girls in the group replied.
“Are you still on doctor’s orders for your ‘Jet Ski’ accident? If so can the civie borrow your PT belt?” Lt. Aguilar asked.
“Go ahead, Lieutenant.” Lt. Crowley replied and took of her PT belt.
“I got it!” Caleb ran over and retrieved it. He ran back to John and clipped the belt around John for him and pulled up John’s royal blue UA shorts up by the waistband. John’s cock instantly got hard when Caleb was reaching around him. Touching his shorts was something usually reserved for Ben, but having Caleb hooking his fingers into the shorts like that was surprisingly arousing for John.
“We usually restrict blue PT belts for officers, but you’re in civies so it shouldn’t matter.” Caleb made sure the reflective belt was tight around John by grasping around John’s stomach again and looked back to Lt. Aguilar.
“Thank you Air-Maaaan.” John nodded, hoping Caleb didn’t notice the hard-on he was now sporting under the shorts all thanks to him. He was wearing boxers under the shorts so that didn’t help with holding it back.
After some warm-up, the next thing he knew John was being handed a 20-pound sandbag.
“Put it around your shoulders,” Caleb advised.
John followed Caleb midpack as the squad ventured out on their morning run. “How far are we going? He asked Caleb.
“Route is just over 3 and a half miles. Are you good?” Caleb was breathing heavily.
“All good, I think Ben would have run off at this point though.” John laughed but was somewhat jealous that Ben was still cozy in bed. The thought of crawling back into bed with him when he got back propelled him forward as his legs still felt chilly in the dark.
On their way back toward the fields John was slipping toward the back of the pack. The Jordans he was wearing were starting to feel clunky on his feet and they probably weren’t the best choice for a three-mile run. Caleb felt a duty to stick with him and when they finally got back to where they started John threw the sandbag into the pile and fell onto the grass next to Caleb.
John rolled onto his back catching his breath while Caleb undid the PT belt for him and placed it on his chest.
“Still good?” Caleb affectionately rubbed John’s knee in the air next to him.
“Yeah, I think I’ll just lie here all morning until the Rec staff kick me out.” John gazed at the sunrise over the mountains in the distance as he laid back on the damp grass.
“Should I call Ben to get your keys and pick you up? C’mon man, don’t be such a wuss.” Caleb picked up the belt and gave it back to Lieutenant Crowley as she walked back over.
“Just give me two minutes.” John pulled his shorts back over his legs and laid back flat on the ground.
As it got closer to 7 AM John grudgingly got back on his feet. His whole body was still sore but him and Caleb made it back to the apartment to have breakfast before class. Ben was already up and had cooked them hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage links. The three of them sat at the table, John still rubbing the sore parts of his body as he ate.
“Morning JP!” Caleb nodded as his roommate came out of their bathroom.
“Morning guys.” JP greeted them and was still in his pajamas and a Colorado Rapids MLS t-shirt. He opened one of the cupboards, got out his Quinoa cereal, and disappeared back in his bedroom to eat.
“Hmmph..” Caleb shook his head and turned to John. “Are you regretting coming with me this morning Johnny? Do you both still want to drive out to Boulder with me one day too?” He asked, finishing his eggs.
“We can save that trip for another week.” John rubbed his eyes. “That wore me out for a while. No gym till the weekend I think.”
“Okay, better not be Sunday until after the game!” Caleb grinned.
“Do you want a massage before you take a shower, Johnny? It’s not even 7:30 so you have plenty of time before class.” Ben asked John sitting beside him and he put his hand on the leg of John’s shorts feeling the sweaty, silky material with his hand.
“Hey, what about my massage!” Caleb pouted.
John chuckled with some hashbrowns still in his mouth. “Well, make an appointment Airman Kilpatrick. I’m first!”
“You don’t need to call me that.” Caleb let out a sigh. “I was a Lt. Colonel in High School JROTC but it doesn’t mean anything out of ROTC. I just wish my roommate or someone else offered me massages. All he ever does is use my toothpaste!” Caleb got up and threw his plate and silverware in the sink.
John turned around to the kitchen at Caleb. “Hey man, don’t be so moody, I figured you were only kidding!”
“Whatever!” Caleb waved him off, went to his bathroom, and slammed the door hard.
JP wandered out his door and looked at Ben and John who both responded with a shrug.
“What the hell happened out there? He wasn’t upset at all when you got up here.” Ben asked John.
“No idea, maybe he needs a good pull.” John made a jacking-off motion with his hand.
Ben snorted laughing with some hashbrowns still in his mouth. “Okay, your appointment is at 7:30 let’s get up there Mr. Schroder!”
Ben followed John into the bedroom leaving their plates on the table and closed the door. As he was climbing onto the loft bed, Ben’s butt stuck out through the vintage blue Nike America soccer shorts he was wearing and John squeezed it.
“Hey! I thought you were the one getting a massage!” Ben laughed as he helped John up since he was still feeling sore.
“Sorry, had to do it.” John grinned and laid back on his side of the bed.
Ben crawled down to John’s feet and took off his white Nike Dri-Fit socks, then placed his hand on John’s muscular calves softly rubbing them. He started feeling his own dick through the soccer shorts he was wearing then bent over and started sucking John on the toes.
John moaned and gulped as his cock sprang to life again when Ben’s slippery tongue found its way between his big toe and the next one. His cock needing release now, he pulled down the shorts and unbuttoned the fly of the UA boxers he had under them, gripping at his shaft.
Seizing the opportunity, Ben crawled over John’s leg and started massaging his thigh with his right hand, then pulled the blue UA shorts back over John’s dick with his left. John’s hand retreated from his crotch as he let Ben take over.
Closing his eyes John let Ben furiously rub his favorite nylon shorts over his cock. Ben pulled the shorts up further to get more space between the waistband to jerk him off, almost like Caleb had done an hour earlier. John wasn’t sure why Caleb was so touchy this morning, maybe his regretting of it and mention of a massage set him off at breakfast for some reason.
Breathing intensely now, John let Caleb’s outburst slip his mind and opened his eyes at Ben in the adidas Mines soccer jersey and soccer shorts pleasuring him in one of his favorite but simple ways. John couldn’t hold it back anymore, he thrust into Ben’s nimble grip around his dick and groaned “Uhhhhhhh Benji” as he unleashed his load into the shorts and some of the cum beaded through the fabric.
Satisfied his favorite shorts were creamed with John’s load, Ben licked the wetness off his fingers and crawled back up on the bed to lay next to John.
“Mmm, I love a massage with a happy ending!” John exclaimed as he ran his hand through Ben’s hair and closed his eyes for what he thought was a second, but when he opened them John saw the clock on his desk and it was already 7:50. He glanced over at Ben who was fast asleep again, but lucky for him he didn’t have class until 10. Trying not to wake him up he peeled off the wet cummy mess that was his boxers and shorts and threw them onto the floor before he ran to the bathroom with no pants for a quick shower before class.
Ben woke up to his alarm shortly after 9 AM. John had left for class and Ben collected the dirty dishes from the table to wash them in the sink. After he was done, he peeked his head into Caleb and JP’s room to make sure they were gone too. Now confident he was alone, he went inside their washroom to find Caleb had just left his dirty PT shorts on the floor when he took a shower after he slammed the bathroom door at them.
Inside the shorts were a sweaty pair of white Nike Pro-Combat compression shorts in size large. Ben took off his soccer shorts to put the compression shorts on and pulled the AF PT shorts over them.
Ben looked at himself in the bathroom mirror clad in Caleb’s shorts and underwear and snapped a selfie in them with his Mines soccer jersey. Now sporting a hardon in Caleb and JP’s bathroom, Ben felt he needed to jerk off, but he had class in 25 minutes. Ben rubbed his cock for a couple of seconds through the shorts and underwear, then took them off to place them back where he found them so Caleb would be none the wiser. One day Ben vowed to try on Caleb’s combats, but that would be a tall order given that’s what Caleb was usually wearing when he left for Boulder.
For the rest of the week, there was one thing on Caleb’s mind and Ben and John knew it. It was the Bronco’s home opener against the Raiders that Sunday on CBS. Caleb had tried to invite some of his ROTC buddies over, but one of them only agreed to try to make it after half-time. Undeterred, Caleb still tried to throw a party and bought drinks, chips, and snacks for the game. With JP going home for the weekend, it looked like it was only going to be three of them in front of the TV for the afternoon.
Caleb sat on the small sofa facing the TV with John while Ben sat alone in the armchair playing with his phone as the game started. A true Broncos fan, Caleb was clad from head to toe in navy and orange, with an orange Broncos cap, his orange jersey, plaid pajama pants with an embroidered Broncos logo, and Broncos socks. Ben had to admit Caleb’s outfit made him a bit more eye-catching than John who was just wearing his blue Culvers shirt and black UA sweatpants. Favoring the other football like JP, Ben was wearing his Sounders jersey and gray UA sweatpants.
John opened one of the bags of Tostitos and looked under the other bags for something to dip them in. “Uhhh you didn’t get dip or salsa?” He asked Caleb.
“Huh?” Caleb groaned, trying to concentrate on the game.
“What are we supposed to eat the chips with?” John held up a chip and started to pretend to scoop.
Caleb shrugged and dug into the open bag, but John found them too salty to eat with anything else.
“I can run across to Safeway and get a jar of salsa,” Ben suggested. “That way you won’t miss the game.”
“Ok sure,” Caleb nodded and got his wallet from the coffee table. “Grab some ice cream too, whatever flavor you want.” He held out a $20 bill and Ben took it as he went to get his keys and a shopping bag from the kitchen.
“You want anything too babe?” Ben asked John.
“Some Fruit Gushers maybe.” John looked up.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit.” Ben left the two on the couch and exited the apartment.
Caleb was mostly silent until the Raiders got the first TD about 10 minutes in. “Fuuuuck” Caleb exclaimed as he got up and threw his hat on the floor.
“Bro, what is it with you lately? You’ve been pretty tense ever since I went on that PT run with you on Thursday.” John asked.
Caleb puffed his pale white cheeks and looked over at John. “What, was that not a natural reaction?
“No, not just that. You’ve been snippy for the past three days, I thought the three of us were becoming best friends, then all of sudden you snapped at us at breakfast that morning for no reason and the only thing you want to moan about is football. Is there something you want to tell Ben and me?” John picked up the hat at his feet and put it on the table.
“I can’t say it, I don’t want to say it.” Caleb leaned back on the couch and crossed his skinny arms.
“What??? Just say it, man!” John pleaded.
“You and Ben…you’re so in love… it’s…I don’t want to use this word…intoxicating.” Caleb shook his head.
“So you’re jealous of us?” John glared at him.
“If you only knew John,” Caleb started to slightly sniffle. “Fuck, I only have close friends in ROTC, and none of them are girls. My dad is also a commercial pilot and spent more time away than at home, adding to that he is not an emotional person to begin with so my experience with male affection was almost zero. I see how much you love Ben and he loves you and it pains me that I haven’t been able to get anything close like that.
“Wait, I thought you were straight?” John gulped. “Were you touching me like that the other day on purpose?”
Caleb sulked his head downward in his hands as the Broncos got a TD late into the quarter. He paused and looked up with some hope, but the extra point was no good. “I don’t know, I thought I was too….” Caleb muttered looking down again. “I’m sorry, maybe I just wanted to feel like I was one of you in that moment and have someone to touch that way. I understand if you think that was weird and want me to move out.” Caleb got up as the game cut to commercial and he went to his bathroom to wash his face in the sink.
John followed him over and stood by the door. “Caleb, that’s the last thing I want to happen, and I guarantee that Ben would feel the same way. Are you trying to tell me that you think you’re bisexual too?”
“I’ve never been with a guy John!” Caleb took in a deep breath. “With the girls in high school, I’ve gone on a few dates and took a girl to homecoming and then another to prom. Fooled around a bit after I got to 3rd base with a couple more in the back of my car but nothing ever lasted more than a couple of weeks. I met you last month and you put off this straight aura that I never would have known you had a boyfriend if I didn’t meet him first. You both love and adore each other, something I’ve never really felt for anyone.”
John stepped into the bathroom and put his hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “Bro, one day it will happen, you’ll meet someone and then you won’t know how you spent your whole life up until that point without them. I wasn’t exactly looking for anyone before I met Ben, figured I had a girl back then waiting for me back in Wisconsin. Then she tells me while I’m on an overnight trip for school that she wants to break up, but it's not all my fault, she’s just feeling we’ve grown ‘distant’ and we’re both putting minimal effort to stay together. But I could see right through it, she must have met someone else in Madison. The next morning Ben puts his hand on my shoulder and you know the rest.”
John took his hand off Caleb’s tall shoulders and stood behind him in the mirror. “But you know Ben and I are not exclusive, this summer when I went to see him in Seattle we fooled around with one of his friends and also another guy. If you want us to help take that edge off, I’ll ask him and he’d probably be up for it because he said he thought you were cute, but I don’t want to make us being more than friends awkward. I respect you too much it would hurt to lose you as a friend and we’re stuck here together until May.”
Caleb put both his hands on the bathroom counter and bowed his head. “That’s pretty much what I had on my mind, John… I don’t want to get in between you two but I guess a little exploration never hurt anyone?” Caleb looked back up. “I’ve never fooled around with a guy other than handjobs, I’m willing to try more, but I’m not into bum stuff ok? To be honest you two are a little too rowdy with that, even when you tried it on what I assume was the floor and I was trying to watch Colbert.”
“What, you even heard that??” John laughed.
“Oh yeah, even JP mentioned it one time when he was trying to watch soccer.” Caleb chuckled.
The front door opened and Ben yelled “I’m baaaaaaack” to an empty couch and the game was already onto the second quarter. Ben put the ice cream into the freezer and saw Caleb come out of the other bathroom with John and a smile on his face even when his Broncos were down 10 - 6.
Ben was wondering why they both were in Caleb’s bathroom together but he didn’t ask. “Got your gushers!” Ben took them out of the bag, slid them across the kitchen counter, and then looked in one of the drawers for a jar opener for the salsa.
“Thanks, Benji,” John took the bag, then managed to open the salsa jar himself, and the three of them sat back down in front of the TV. “Benji, remember when I joked about Caleb needing to get off the other day?” John looked at Ben back on the armchair.
“What? Is that what you were doing in his bathroom?” Ben replied with a bit of a worried look on his face.
“No! But I was right, and he was wondering if we want to help him with that.” John grinned.
“Uhh yeah Ben,” Caleb scratched at his neck. “I don’t wanna get in between you two but John said both of you are open to fooling around with other guys, and well I could really use a good blow job.”
Ben instantly got hard under the plain blue Ethika boxer briefs he was wearing under his sweatpants. They were the surprise John had brought him from home and John loved how they looked on his twinkish body. Ben recalled he had talked to John about how they both found Caleb attractive but they figured Caleb was straight. “Okay, I got one condition though,” Ben said with some hesitation. “I get to wear your combats.”
Caleb wasn’t that surprised, he could always sense Ben feeling uncomfortable when he saw him in his uniform. If that was the price to pay for this it wasn’t unreasonable, a bit weird, but not something Caleb wouldn’t accept. “Okay, I’ll grab them, but do you want to wear them every time? I haven’t washed them this week.” Caleb questioned Ben as he got up.
“No,” Ben shrugged. “Maybe I’ll ask to wear your jersey, I dunno. I’ve just wanted to put on your uniform for a while.”
“Ben kinda has a thing for wearing other people’s clothes,” John told Caleb as he opened his bag of candy and Caleb went into his bedroom.
“Do you want to wear the hat too? ” Caleb asked as he came back with his OCP shirt and pants.
“No this will do,” Ben got up and started to take off his jersey and then his sweatpants, standing in front of the TV in just the Ethika boxer briefs, his bulge was well-defined in the tight fabric.
John started to rub his cock under his sweatpants, the black Nike boxer briefs he was wearing struggling to contain his throbbing cock. He waited in anticipation just like Ben as to when Caleb would finally get out his dick.
Caleb sat back down on the couch and started to take off his orange socks, he watched Ben put on his trousers over the Ethikas, zipping up the fly and buttoning the top with no belt. No one was paying attention to the game now, even with the Broncos up in the 3rd quarter as Ben took the shirt adorned in Caleb’s last name and unit patches and buttoned it on his chest. Satisfied his quest to wear the uniform was complete Ben walked over to Caleb who was tenting in his pajama pants on the couch, and Ben got on his knees.
Now feeling unprepared as Ben was ready for him, Caleb quickly undid the drawstrings of his Broncos pajama pants and worked the waistband down his thighs showing off the gray adidas underwear he had on under them. Ben hooked his fingers into the boxer briefs and lowered them below Caleb's balls as Caleb lifted the long football jersey out of Ben’s way showing off his chest that was surprisingly as smooth as Ben’s.
Caleb’s circumcised cock was on full display now for John over the waistband of the adidas boxer briefs as Ben gripped the bottom of his thick 6” shaft. John did likewise next to them, kicking off his sweatpants and unleashing his cock over his underwear as he touched himself. His boyfriend didn’t look that out of place in Caleb’s OCPs, John had seen Ben dressed up in his old scout uniform and he wondered if Ben was one day going to ask Caleb to wear his Air Force blues.
Ben slipped his tongue on Caleb’s unfamiliar mushroom head as Caleb moaned aloud. He seductively edged Caleb as he slurped the tip of his cock and then took him deeper into his mouth.
“Fuck this is amazing,” Caleb exclaimed as he placed his hands around Ben’s head and started pushing him downward. Ben gagged as the cock slipped deeper into his throat and he bobbed back and forth over it. Caleb looked down at Ben wearing his uniform, it was somewhat like looking in the mirror since Ben had his name and rank patches on. He didn’t find wearing his uniform this enthralling, but experiencing Ben gleefully take his cock into his mouth clad in clothes that had his name all over them made him feel like Ben was his too and he wasn’t sure if John would approve of that.
Caleb closed his eyes and he felt John get up on the couch and push his socked feet against him as John laid across the couch to jerk off in a much more comfortable position. Caleb took one hand off Ben’s head and felt at John’s feet through the black Nike Dri-Fit socks he was wearing. He was close now as he felt the magic of Ben’s tongue swirling around him.
Ben knew just what to do, using his tongue to stroke the veins on Caleb's shaft and gently sucking on the mushroom head. Caleb's moans became louder, and Ben could feel himself getting hard just from the taste of Caleb's pre-cum.
As the erotic scene unfolded, John continued to stroke his own cock, his eyes fixated on the boy he loved and his ROTC roommate. The sight of Ben wearing Caleb's uniform as he pleasured him only fueled his own arousal, and he knew that he too wanted to be a part of this intimate moment.
Suddenly, Caleb's body tensed, and Ben knew that his orgasm was close. He deepened his throat even more, wanting to taste everything Caleb had to offer. “Mmmmmm.. Oh gawd.” Caleb gasped and his whole body shook. He grunted again and blew his warm load into Ben’s mouth. It was several days' worth as Caleb hadn’t had his room to himself since Tuesday. Ben gulped down every drop and let Caleb’s dick slip back out of his mouth as he got back on his feet to move over to John, but Caleb had gotten up at the same time and crawled on the couch between John’s legs and grabbed at John’s dick.
“Ready to taste cock already Caleb?” John laughed and felt Caleb's jersey over his shoulders.
“Is this ok Ben?” Caleb asked looking behind him.
“Yeah, but ‘lil Benji needs some love too..” Ben grinned and grasped at Caleb’s butt through the adidas briefs and slipped his hand into the back of Caleb’s underwear.
“Sorry, Benji.“ Caleb pulled his underwear up. “I told John I’m not into anal stuff. I guess you can touch it if you guys want to, but I don’t want anything inside it or to go inside another, no offense to you or John.”
“We got it,” John nodded and reached over the button on the fly of Caleb’s BDU pants on Ben to try to unbutton him and take out his cock. Ben undid the top of the pants and the zipper to let his dick over the top of his new underwear. The loose pants fell downward and Ben stood over Caleb lying between John’s legs while John clasped his left hand around Ben’s erect uncut weiner over the blue Ethikas.
Caleb didn’t know where to start, he took in John’s cock in one rapid motion into his mouth and started moving his head up and down. The inexperience caught John off guard and he wretched in some pain as Caleb’s teeth scraped the top of his cock. “Fuck man, that hurts.” John pushed Caleb’s head back as he let Ben take over to jerk himself off.
“Use your lips like this.” John curled his lips over his front teeth in an effort to show Caleb how it was done. He thought Ben had demonstrated it properly when he was doing it, but Caleb was obviously too caught up in the moment to take note.
Slipping John back into his mouth Caleb did as John demonstrated and Caleb looked back up at him with his brown eyes. He wasn’t a master like Ben with his tongue but fooling around with Caleb was something he and Ben discussed for a while and now that it was happening John could feel himself edge closer.
John watched as Caleb's eyes opened wide, showing the mixture of curiosity and excitement that overtook his face. Even though Caleb's technique wasn't perfect yet, he was eager to please and learn.
Caleb continued to work on John's cock, slurping and sucking gently, occasionally glancing at Ben for guidance. Ben, meanwhile, stood leaning over them, his erection throbbing and his eyes fixed on the duo.
As Caleb grew more comfortable with his newfound oral skills, John felt his excitement build. He reached down and pulled Caleb's head closer, guiding his mouth over his shaft.
"That's it, Caleb," John whispered hoarsely. "Use your tongue to stroke me, and don't forget to use your hands, too."
Caleb's head was starting to feel exhausted so he let John out and started jerking off his cock covered in his saliva. The much firmer grip around his cock had John ready to cum at any second and hearing his boyfriend Ben furiously wank his dick over the both of them finally sent him over the edge.
“Ugggghhh,” John groaned as he lifted his hips off the couch and spasmed into Caleb’s grip, erupting all over Caleb’s hand and his crotch. Caleb smiled at John and wiped the seed from his hand on his jersey.
A couple seconds later Ben let out a whine and he arched his back forward aiming his cock right at Caleb’s back. Ropes of Ben’s cum flew all over the rear of the orange jersey and Ben leaned forward to wipe the rest of his spunk onto it.
“Gee, thanks boys,” Caleb groaned as he felt the wetness on his back, sat up and looked over at the TV again as the Raiders took back the lead with 5 minutes left in the game. “Guess I have to do laundry too after this sucky game.”