The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
DOWNSIDE UP caught in the act wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Mark, Steve and Jason, agreed this would not be the first hurdle they were going to have to get themselves
over. In life, just when you think you're going in the right direction, it throws you a detour. Some detours take a shortcut to get around and others travel for miles and miles. Jason admitted that he was a little hasty in making decision to 'move out', that he didn't really hate Steve, but the words did hurt him. Jason was growing up. Being the youngest at twenty-four, he looked up to roommates as 'mentors'; Steve at twenty-eight, Mark at thirty-two. We were still considered young and had a long way to go. Who would know what lurks behind the next corner in our relationship to upset the balance and present a challenge for us?
Already, we had established some little words not found in any dictionary, the kind which 'stuck' when one of us used it, to be recycled by all of us. 'Luv-tub' and 'Tub-luv' became our favorite place to congregate and the absolute form of pleasure to entertain each other. Jason surprised everyone the night of the party, Rico and Robin hadn't found the Luv-tub, but the three figured the next time they partied, it would be on the agenda as one activity of entertainment. Another word the three adopted into their vocabulary was "trio". Sure, they could `veof called themselves the "Three Amigos" or the "Three Horny Bees", but skipping the fancy words and breaking it down to just trio was fine for them. If one of the trio partnered up, there was always room for change.
There's a lot of things about each of them they hadn't known yet. Things from table manners to going to the movies. Their only place for getting together, other than the house, seemed to be the hospital. Even though Steve is the middle man in the age group, he seems more like a father image to the other two. He looks his age and sometimes acts like a teenager, but the trio seems to fluctuate in age according to what is said or done. Steve still wasn't 'working', per se, but drawing the salary. The captain gave him time to think about taking the position in Oshkosh. To Steve it would be a major advancement, taking the Sheriff's post as head honcho of the law enforcement in Oshkosh. Mark and Jason were chatting about it and figured they could get all of their speeding and parking tickets fixed. Yes, it would a great advantage for Steve to accept this position!
"Hunnies, I'm home!," Steve yelled loudly. He waited for a response. No answer. It was time for hide and go seek. He checked all the obvious places; the luv-tub, beds, computer room and then made a double-check outdoors to see if Mark's car was there. 'Yep', he said to himself. Steve thought of the options: 'they were hiding to spring an ambush on me, or walked someplace, or ....the one place never checked - the backyard!' He peered out the back door and we knew for a fact that he was standing there for about five minutes admiring two sweaty, glistening bods sunbathing.
"Steve!" Mark and Jason shouted as he came out the back door.
"Hey you two, what kind of trouble you getting into?"
"I don't think we should tell him, Luke, do you?" Mark stated.
Jason didn't know what he was referring to, but realized then it was one of those scenarios where he would have to just play along, making Steve think he know what was happening.
"Don't think so Mark, he would get real mad at us!"
"Ok, you two. You see that puddle of mud over there?"
"Yeeeeeess," both replied.
"On the count of three, if I don't hear the truth, you're going to take a bath in it!"
Mark then put on a little 'sissy-going-to-tell' act. Jason followed right along.
"Oh, please Sir, don't do that, we'll fess up. Jason, tell him."
"Me, tell him? Hell I didn't even know what this whole thing was about. Mark starts it and I have to finish it? Oooh, no. I really think you should tell him Mark. It was your idea."
"But, Jason, you agreed to do it with me and......"
"Hold it! You two stop beating around the bush and get to it! Mark, you start."
"Well, you see we were sitting out here in the hot roasting sun and.."
"I can see that. Where did you two get those little skinny bikini shorts from?"
Jason answered the easy question, "We found them in your undies draw, underneath everything, hee hee."
Then Mark said giggling, "We didn't know you were holding out on us, Steve, heee hee!"
"I actually like the yellow one that's shaped like a thong. I bet it really accents Steve's big butt," Jason said.
"Big butt?" Steve replied, trying to turn around, his head over his shoulder, to look at the size of his butt.
Mark then said, "that one's ok, but I like the lite blue shimmering one with the matching belly-tee. Bet he looks real fine in it, showing off his hairy-bear-belly!"
Mark and Jason laughed and Steve just grinned.
"OK, last chance guyz to tell me what..."
Steve grabbed both by the neck and pushed them over near the mud puddle. Of course the two had already thought of the alternative: two against one. What a nice ambush it would be to tear open that nice shirt of Steve's and watch him waddling in the big brown puddle. However they wanted to be the willing victims.
Sometimes it was fun to see Steve as the gloating winner, taking pride in himself as victor!
"Oh, Jason," Steve said rather comically, "I never saw a guy get a boner over wanting play in the mud. Heee heee."
"You kidding Steve," Mark butt in, "It's not the puddle, it's your authority. Jason really gets off on you dominating him."
It's not quite the choice words Jason would have used to describe himself at the moment, but he let Mark call him what he wanted.
"Really Jase?"
"Ah, yeah, Steve."
"In that case, on your knees, in the puddle."
Yikes! What did Jason, or Mark get him into? Jason had to go along, so just grinned and bore it. The puddle, always forming in the back yard when it rained, was about six feet wide and five inches long, varying from two to four or five inches deep.
"Ah, Jason?"
"Yes, O Great One?" Jason replied to Steve.
"Off with the 'kini'."
"Huh? But we're outside. The neighbors are....Mark?"
"Just do it Jason" Mark dictated to me, like he was the master.
So, that's what Jason did. Working fast and not wasting anytime, he stripped off the 'kini' with great difficulty. Sure, it couldn't just strip off easy. As soon as he pulled it down, his hard cock slapped against his stomach. Plus, he had to get one side of the speedo stuck on the side of his foot. It was an involuntary plop. Right on his knees in the mud, the bikini half on and half off.
"Ohhhh," Jason said, in response to the cool pleasure. It felt awesome on his balls, smooth, slimy mud covering his balls like a caramel-covered apple.
"Hey, this feels great. You guys should try it."
Mark was out of his kini in no time. As he dropped down, more mud splattered over Jason.
Steve laughed, saying, "Jason, you look like you have chocolate graffitti all over you!"
What he didn't see were hands between the two, clutching the wet earth, rolling the mud balls over and over as if making snowballs. He had no idea, but knew something one up instantly, as wide, toothy grins appeared on both their faces.
"What?" Steve asked, what are you guys..?"
The two didn't let Steve finish his sentence, as mudballs were heaved in his direction. Wherever they hit Steve became their target. Mark and Jason laughed, Mark falling over onto Jason's lap, his back and Jason's chest. One mudball had hit Steve right at the top of his shirt where a 'V' opens to showoff his 'beary nice' chest. The other, bullseye, his crotch!
"Uh-oh," Mark responded as Steve turned around and ran into the house.
"What's wrong with him?," Jason said, sitting up, running his hand through his mud-soaked blond hair to keep it from falling over his face.
"He's just being a 'party-pooper'!"
There's another one of those words adopted by the 'trio'; inherited from Steve.We got an even bigger jolt when Steve appears at the back door in his lite blue bikini with the cut off muscle top.
"Hey Jase?" Mark says, elbowing me.
"What?"
"Y'know Steve actually looks real sexy in that."
"Yeah, look how it accents his navel."
"Hey, he's got a boner," Jason announced, futile efforts since his 9c was plain to see.
"Hmm, I wonder how that happened?" Mark asks, sarcastically.
Even though the two have viewed Steve's hot, hairy bod on numerous occasions, the two never failed to record the account of seeing the hot bear, verbally.
"I dunno, but I'm getting a boner myself, just eyeing up all that hot body-fur."
Mark couldn't out do Jason's comment, so added, "Yeah. If I didn't have the feel of grit in my mouth I'd eat Steve up right now!"
"I'd just settle for the furry bod all over me." With Steve closing the gap between the two, Jason calls out, "Well, well. His Royal Highnee-ess returns."
Mark says to Jason, "Don't know why he bothered putting that on. He's just stripping it off!"
"Yeah, but when Steve strips, it's so sexy!"
"True," Mark replied, not able to refute the case.
True to both imaginations, when Steve stripped, he was hot. He grabbed the cutoff muscle tee at the bottom of it, which was halfway up his stomach. Raising it, he stopped a moment. His head was hiding inside his tee. Mark and Jason looked at each other and then 'down' at each others pubes. We were both stroking up their meat. Even though Mark was 7c and a half inch longer than Jason, the difference wouldn't be known unless measured with a ruler. They were the same in that Jason's 6.5c was as hard as Mark's 7c. He could see Mark's cock all the way from the head to the base.
His wet, muddy pubes weren't hiding the bottom of his shaft this time. With attention back on Steve, they wondered what was on his mind as he made his approach, his big balls and 9c bouncing along in the wind. With each wobble, it seemed his cock would get more erect. He stood above the two, 'not-knowing-what-was-going-to-happen' piquing their curiosity.
"Move your balls, boys!" Steve ordered.
We grabbed our precious jewels as quick as possible, pulling them up with our cock, protecting them. Steve sank down on his knees, placing one in between Mark's knees and the other in the same fashion with Jason. They then released their jewels splatting the muck onto Steve's knees, making funny brown designs.
"Hmm," Jason observed, "look!"
They both looked at Steve's thighs where Jason was pointing, "you can see our 'ball-prints'!"
"Oh, yeah. How come my prints are way bigger than your's Jason?"
"Shut up!" Jason said, aware Mark was making fun of his slightly smaller endowment. "Thanks for sharing that with us Mark," he said, with an extra scoop of mud to Mark's shoulder, patting it.
"Heeeey."
They all laughed. It was Steve's turn to get even. Before they came out of our laughter, he pushes his hand on both chests and falling forwards, the two tumbling over onto their backs, sloppy mud squirting out from behind, with a giant sound like a big fart.
Actually, Steve thought he was being so wise, but it happened that falling between the two, he couldn't help but fall face first. Fortunately he remembered to keep his lips tightly closed. His face was down into the mud and it sounded like he was blowing bubbles.
Mark grabs his hair and pulls his head up, "You alright".
"Yup," said Steve plainly.
"Ok," Mark said nonchlantly, releasing Steve's head, letting it plunge into the mud.
Steve finally got up on his left elbow and pushed on Jason's right thigh, getting his bod up and turned around. Mark and Jason were all ready to play with their 'mud-baby'. Steve had placed his hands about a foot behind his back, propping up his bod. His chest was vulnerable. The two went to work on him, each taking one of his nips, drawing designs around them. It was a totally weird feeling pushing his hair around. This made his nips stand out as if two mountain peaks. Jason didn't know about Mark, but his cock was having a chain reaction. It begged to be stroked. When Jason's cock got rock hard it wants more than to be stroked! Definitely, he wasn't going to do any 'push ups' out here.
"Hey guys?" he asked, then probed, waiting for a response, "Let's go inside, now?"
Was Jason being selfish?
"We just got out here," Mark replies, still having tons of fun.
"I know Mark, but my weenie aches!" Jason replies, like a toddler having to 'go' wee-wee bad.
"So?" Steve said, knowing perfectly well Jason's hidden agenda.
"So?" Jason said back at him.
Giving in, the trio stood, tracking mud through the green grass, eventually the brown goo wearing thin. They had every reason to laugh, which led to mocking each other all the way to the back door.
"Halt!" Steve growled, as if stopping the troops. "We have to hose down before entering."
Mark was just as much a tease as Jason was. Responding to hosing down, he let loose and starting peeing on Steve's leg.
"Mark, you pig!" he yelled, jumping away as if he were being scalded by hot water.
Mark was laughing, but Steve wasn't until Mark felt Jason's hot stream hit his stomach. He was stunned and just stood there for a moment.
"Well, look who the pig is now," Jason said to Steve as Mark's hot stream hit him right in the balls.
All hell broke loose as the three started 'hosing down' each other, switching bods continuously. Who knows who got the most piss sprayed on them. In the frenzy, neither saw it, until late, "Having fun?"
The trio stopped dead in their tracks, looking over by the corner of the house, horrified looks on their faces. They were caught in the act!
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....