The Fourwheeler Incident Chapter 2 by: Art I. Fex
Anyone who is offended by homosexuality, or male/male sex should not read this story. Oh, and if you are not old enough to read this, then you might not ought to.
After the four wheeler incident, we were all spent. We went into the warm water of the pond, except for Ben who was tossed in! The general signs of the bros' having a good time were in the air...whooping, hollering, laughing, splashing, and the general game of grab-ass' that seemed to always work its way into our times in the pond. After about an hour, it was getting close to lunch, and we decided to lay out and dry a little bit on the short grass, eaten down by the cows grazing nearby, probably wondering what we crazy man-boys were up to.
"So, who's house are we gonna invade for lunch, guys?", Randy asked.
"You're mom's a big cooker idn't she, Ben?," Shel asked trying his best not to grin too much.
Ben just looked over at him with a `what-planet-did-YOU-just-fall-from' sorta look that made us all start laughing. Ben, seeing the joke, jumped astride Shel as he blocked himself against Ben's playful slaps and jabs, then bucked him off to the side and rolled over him, and the wrestling match began. Me and Randy sat there grinning at the spectacle in front of us...two buck-ass naked teens wrestling in the grass. As they kept up their playful assaults, I felt something on my rear. It was Randy's heavy hangin' manhood, and I looked back at him and met his grayish blue eyes. The wrestling and giggling goin' on behind me seemed to fade as he ran his rough, working hand up my leg and rested it up on my hip and pulled me into him,
"I think that Randy Jr. likes his lil' hiding spot there," he said as he nestled his cock in my crack. "I'd like'ta try this out too sometime, tonight maybe?"
"You don't even have to ask, bro, RandyJ can bury his head there anytime he pleases.", I said, grinning my shit-eatin' grin, but not fully comprehending what I might have just agreed to since I'd never tried it with another person before.
"Oh, is that so?", Randy said as he pushed harder and licked my shoulder, "Better be careful tellin' him stuff like that, he might take it seriously and then we'd be Siamese twins!" We both laughed at that as we turned to see Shel pinning Ben on his back.
"Ight guys! Let's go get some grub, we'll hit up my house since my mom was pretty much planning on it anyway I think." I called out to the laughing, writhing boys. Shel then helped Ben up and they brushed the grass off each other's backs, and walked up to us to get their shorts that we'd carried over.
We threw our shorts on and headed back for the four wheelers and drove them back to Ben's house, only he and Randy kept driving straight through the yard and kept goin, I think that was Ben's request. His dad waved to them and laughed as they waved over their shoulders. As Mr. Harrison walked up, we were grabbin the gas can that we had fueled up Ben's four wheeler with earlier.
"Welp....guess Benny didn't feel like speakin', huh?", he said in a high-pitched, comical sorta way with an exaggerated grin.
"Guess not," I said smiling. We heard Shel laugh from the back of the barn as he walked back up to us with the gas can. "Well, women are great.", Mr. Harrison said thoughtfully, moving his plug around with his tongue a little, "but sometimes it takes an older and wiser one like my wife to understand the, uhh, `ways of the men-folk'. But the youngins'll learn eventually."
"Hope Ben lives that long!", Shel laughed as he boarded his four wheeler and turned the key.
"Welp, ya'll head on, I got more work to do, and me, the wife, and ya'll's maws and paws have been talkin' about some business prospects lately, and it involves you boys.", he said as he ambled off towards a shed near the barn.
Me and Shel looked at each other and shrugged as we sped off towards my place. Once we got back to my house, my mom had lunch in the works, and we called Shel's mom and told her that Shel'd be eating at my house. She agreed and then asked to speak to my mom. As my mom was sitting down a cast iron skillet with corn bread batter in it, I handed her the phone, then me and Shel went to wash up. As we were walking away, I over heard her say,
"Yes...of course, I think they'll be thrilled....yea, and plus it'll keep things from fallin' apart and all....yes, Mrs. Harrison is bringin' a casserole and salad, and I've got the chicken soakin' already, so it'll be ready tonight, so you just bring the cake..."
"The rents are planning something alright, I wonder what it's all about.", Shel said as we went upstairs to use the bathroom.
"Not sure, but it involves us according to Ben's dad.", I said, my thoughts wandering to what might be in store for us.
While washing our hands, we were bumping shoulders at the sink, and noticed how sweaty we had gotten talkin' to Mr. Harrison.
"Guess the four wheelers can't dry up everything, huh?", I said, wiping a finger down his sweaty spine down to his shorts that hung loosely on his hips, showing off that beautiful v-shaped thing that leads down the front of his pants straight to his cock. Shel shivered as I ran my hands over his back and he cut off the sink.
"I don't wanna mess up your mom's chairs down there, how about a spit bath?", he said checking the bathroom door to make sure it was closed.
I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a couple of wash cloths and put them in the sink, then began running hot water. Shel added soap to the water and the foam built as I rubbed the wash cloths together and got them nice and soapy. We then stripped out of our shorts and began scrubbing up. I couldn't help but stare at Shel's cock. We were both semi-hard, and it was tempting to drop down and take his big, floppy, cut meat in my mouth. I glance up to see him staring at my cock too, and as he straightened up, he asked,
"Would ya get my back for me?"
"I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine.", I said grinning as I ran the cloth along the muscles in his back, then running my hands and fingers along his shoulders, rubbing the warm soapy cloth over his lower back and back up his spine. After I got all the grass, pond water, and sweat off, I turned and he did the same for me, his semi flopping against my ass a few times as he pulled me and pushed me unintentionally with his scrubbing.
After feeling sufficiently clean, we unplugged the sink drain and headed for my room. We didn't care so much if my mom had seen us naked, for she had seen us all naked so many times it wasn't an issue probably. But, she was still in the kitchen talking on the phone, only this time I think it was Randy's mom, cause she said, "Oh, so the other two are there?....oh so they went to the barn to look at something....ok, well I'll fix them a couple'a plates too then...." and the convo went on to something else about tonight.
We both smiled, thinking of what Ben and Randy were probably up to, then closed the door to my room and Shel sat on the bed while I got us some different shorts to wear. I approached the bed and tossed both shorts on the bed and told Shel he could pick whichever pair he wanted. I then sat down next to him and leaned back on the bed with him, and we propped up on our elbows and looked at each other. I looked at him in a completely different light than I had earlier this morning, like he was a third of my dream come true.
"I wonder what Ben and Randy are up to?", I said, breaking my stare and rolling over on my back smiling at the thought of them blowing the roof off the barn.
"Well, I heard Randy say that he wanted to try something to do with `docking', we'll have to ask them about that later!", Shel said laughing.
"Yea, I know it is something for uncut guys, O well, there's plenty for us to do too I guess."
Shel moved closer to me until we were touching, and he brushed my wet hair from my fore-head with his calloused hand and rubbed the back of his hand down my cheek as he stared into my eyes affectionately.
"Dave, um, you know I love you and the other guys, right? I mean, we're real close, ya know?"
I looked him in his eager brown eyes, as he seemed to look into my soul and said, "Yea, we're practically brothers, why?"
He moved his hand from the side of my head more to the back of it and put his other hand on my shoulder and leaned in closer to me, our faces only inches apart. "Well, would you mind if....um, it's just that, I love you and I just can't tell you how much,...", and I cut him off with my lips pressed to his gently. I'd sensed it comin', so I thought I'd save him the problem of askin' or tryin' to explain, I felt the same way for a long time about all my 'bros'. As our lips met, and my whole body tingled as his tongue slowly slid across my lips and mine went out to meet his, then he pushed into my mouth and we explored each other's mouths, our tongues pushing against one another for space in the other's mouth. We were both kinda inexperienced, but that just seemed to make it more real to us, it was truly our emotions pouring through us, not just a text book definition of `this is the way to do it' sorta thing.
After breaking for air, we smiled at each other, then I reached out and hugged him close to me like a teddy-bear, him laying on his back and his head on my shoulder, his body half way layin' on me. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my hands up and down his smooth chest, and down his abs which were more prominent than mine. I ran my other hand through his hair, and that was like scratching a cat's back! It just about made Shel turn into a blob of goo when someone scratched his head and played with his hair. Shel just layed there, rubbing my leg absently as I felt of his firm musculature.
After a few more minutes, I heard noise on the stair case, and after so many years, I knew that the only people that could make that much racket coming up a carpeted staircase were my good ol' buddies. "They must be in Dave's room...", I heard Randy say as the door opened and Shel snapped out of his trance.
"Hey horndogs, ya'll all cleaned up and ready for lunch, cause Ms. Pearson just said it'd be ready in a minute or two.", Ben said as he walked up and crashed on the bed with me and Shel.
Randy too came over and sat on the bed and asked what we had been up to. Shel just grunted with his eyes still shut and cutely bent his head backwards and scratched his head up and down on my hand like a horse scratchin' his head on a tree.
"Oh good grief, he'll never get up now, might as well bring his lunch up here.", Ben laughed as I smiled and went back to scrathing Shel's head.
"What were you two up to?", I asked, Shel's eyes actually opening in curiosity.
"Oh, nothin'.", Randy said grinning along with Ben.
"DINNER!", my mom called up the stairs to us.
"Let's eat, I'm starving to death!", Ben said as he and Randy got up and pulled the reluctant, liquefied Shel off of me and threw a pair of the shorts to him.
After we were all dressed and decent, we headed down the stairs, following the scent of cornbread, vegetables, and something else wafting up the stair case, telling us that my mom had showed out, yet again. All our mothers seemed to cook big, no matter what the occasion, whether it was something for church, or for company comin', or just us. We went into the dining room, but saw that there were more plates there than what was needed for our lunch, us four plus two for my parents.
"In the kitchen.", my mother called out from the bar that separated the kitchen from the high-ceilinged den.
We took our places at the bar, me sitting across from Randy, and Ben sitting next to me and across from Shelby, and we began to help ourselves to a delicious lunch. My dad was the first to speak.
"So, boys, what all did ya'll do earlier on ya'll's little escapade?", my dad said as he crumbled his cornbread up into his spinach and turnip greens from our garden.
The four of us just kinda glanced at each other, waiting for the wise one, whoever he was, to go first.
"Oh, nothing much.", I said as I chewed on a sourdough roll.
"Just swam and bummed around, nothin' much exciting though.", Ben said looking at his plate wondering where to start, then glancing up at my dad only to meet his stare, accented by a funny smile, like he knew something we didn't. I didn't notice at first, but noticed more when my dad said,
"Lil' sisters aren't givin' you problems are they?"
Randy nearly bursted out laughing, but instead, it came out more like a sneeze, which he played off nicely, spitting his soup back into his bowl and covering his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, are you Ok? Ya'll must've gotten into some pollen or something in the pasture.", my mom said naively.
At least she didn't seem to know what happened, but my dad seemed to know enough for both of them as he knowingly looked at Randy, then Ben, who now sat staring at Randy, not in a nice way.
"Well, you know how lil' sisters can be, you had some yourself, didn't you Mr. Pearson?", Ben said as he looked back to my dad.
"Oh jeez, I had more experiences with them than I care to mention. If your dad hadn't been there as my buddy, I'da probably croaked...", my father said as he stared thoughtfully at nothing in particular. "Yep, me, Ben's pop, and Mr. Sasser down the way were and are still best buds."
Mr. Sasser has fascinated me ever since I met him. He is another farmer down the way, and he is of German decent, and holds a bit of an accent. He has a couple of sons who are 17 and 19, who's names are Zachary and Michael, Zachary being the oldest. Mr. Sasser had lost his wife during the delivery of his son, Michael. None of us knew much about them, but we'd all seen them. One could definitely tell they were brothers, for they both looked a lot alike with their fair skin and golden hair. Michael, the youngest, approaching his 18th birthday still was not extremely built, at least not the last I'd seen of him at the time. He was more like me and Ben, just slim muscles that were more inconspicuous. He also has blue eyes that are eery looking. That is what I remembered about him the most, were his blue eyes. Never seen 'em like his before, like electrically charged sapphires or something. Strange, but very beautiful. Zachary is more on the muscular side of the spectrum, and he carries a pair of emerald orbs in his sockets. He is also a hit with the girls at his school, as is his lil bro, Michael, at least that's what I had heard at the time.
The rest of the meal went on pretty uneventfully, but my thoughts kept wandering to different things. Especially my dad's relationship with Ben's dad. Did they fool around and stuff like me and Ben and the other's were now? I was relatively quiet for the time, enjoying my mother's food when Shel spoke up and asked the question we were all wondering about.
"So, what's goin' on tonight, what's all the preparations for?"
All of us boys looked up at that to see what my parents had to say about the matter.
"Well, we all just have something that we would like to discuss together tonight, just a business idea that might help us out, and it involves you all.", my father said as mom was serving up something onto Shelby and Randy's plates.
"That's about what Ben's dad said.", I said, slightly disgruntled over not knowing exactly what was going on, but not dwelling on it. We would find out that evening anyway, and the rents seemed to think that we would like it whatever it was, so no big deal.
We continued with our chatting as we ate, and finally we were full. When the conversation came to a pause, I decided to try and figure out more about Mr. Sasser, considerin' that my dad knew him so well, and none of us boys seemed to know him much at all.
"Well,", my dad said, "he moved here with his folks back in the early 60s, and was just a lil' youngin' then, like me." We ended up going to school together, ridin' horses together, much like you all ride them four wheelers, and we were friends with Ben's pop, and we just hung out ev'ry chance we could."
"I see.", I said, thoughts rolling in my head, wondering what it must have been like, moving to a different country as such a young child and all.
"Well, if ya'll are all finished, I'll start cleaning up these dishes so I can get back to cooking again for tonight.", my mother smiled sweetly.
We all pitched in and helped her clean off the bar and load them into the dishwasher before heading back outside.
"How much longer do you think it'll be before our parents start getting here?", Randy asked as we walked away from where my dad was putting his boots on.
"Oh, bout 6 they oughta be showing up I guess.", dad said as he put a pinch in.
That meant we had about four hours to do something before dinner. So we decided to go fishing at Randy's pond. Randy's family homestead is not terribly far in front of mine, facing ours, but his is up on a hill, even more so than mine is. One can see most everything from where his family's pond is, so it's just a neat place to relax. We were talking as we walked out to the my family's barn and saw dad loading up my four-wheeler with some supplies.
"Hey, you don't mind if I use the four-wheeler to go check a the fences do ya?", my dad said as he sat a tool box with fencing equipment down on the four-wheeler, making the shocks squeak as the full weight came down on it.
I smiled thinking how the box probably weighed more than I did, and got the mental picture of my dad carrying it around the property.
"Of course I don't mind, I'll just hitch a ride."
Randy then spoke up, "Actually, come to think of it, we probably need to just take two four-wheelers, with the hay at the stage it is at, we don't need to flatten it out too much if we can help it."
So, we gathered up four fishing polls and headed out to the pond. I rode with Randy, and Ben rode with Shelby. I have to admit, I like having my arms wrapped snugly around Randy's bare waist, and judging from what I felt when we hit that bump and my hands fell lower, I think that he was liking the closeness himself! However, as we were driving up to the sunny field that had the pond, we heard the racket of a large motor, and it wasn't the four-wheelers. We looked up and Shelby's dad was in the field cutting down the tall hay, surrounding himself with a cloud of dust and stray hay clippings. Shelby's dad was the one with the hay cutting equipment, so he shared his equiptment. He looked up at us from behind his blue bandana covering his mouth and nose and waved as he made the loop.
"Hmm, this aint gonna work.", Shel said.
From behind teary red eyes, I looked at Shel with a stupid smile on my face, "Ya think?"
Randy, sniffed and spit in the grass as a grass hopper flew past his head and landed on the four wheeler handlebar and he gave it a firm flick. Despite living in the country our whole lives, me, my mother, Randy, and his family all have our share of allergies when it comes to hay cutting time. "Nope, definitely not gonna work!", Shel said laughingly, "Let's move down to the creek over that way, it's shadier anyway, and a lot more quiet."
"And more private.", Ben said jokingly, groping Shel from his place behind Shel.
"What, didn't get enough earlier dude?", Shel said smiling as he pulled in front of us to lead the way.
We drove back across the dirt road that really wasn't an official road, it just ran through all our land for the sake of convenience. Kinda like a communal driveway, so it wouldn't take so long to get to the main roads that are on either side of our hunk of land, not that they are much to speak of. Just small roads that wind through the countryside. Once we were back on my land, we kept heading back until we reached the old place my grandparents used to have, and kept going until we finally reached the creek.
We pulled down the hill towards the creek, leaning backward cause the hill was a steep one. We finally made down to the bottom where there was a little bit of a flat 'sandbar' so to speak. We have always liked that spot, great for a tent too. We unloaded the tackle and such and began baiting our hooks.
"What are you gonna fish for, brim or those mudcat things?", Ben asked me as I pushed some artificial bait on the hook.
"Probly just...HOLY SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!! GET IT OF MEE, FUCK!
All my buddies jumped back scared to death, not knowing what was goin' on any better than I did, nor what I needed them to do. All they saw was the small trickle of blood running down my neck and me holding my head.
"WHAT!? WHAT'S GOIN ON MAN?"
About that time, it had stopped hurting as much, and I realized what had happened, only I didn't know how it had happened.
"Is that a freakin' hook in your ear man?", Ben said, reaching for it.
"It's got line attached to it...and a worm.", Randy observed seriously.
"That's nice guys, but could ya just get it out please?", I said, trying to hold the tear that was trying to leak out of my eye, but then it clicked. We didn't have worms to fish with, all we had was fake stuff.
"Wait a minute, who's is this?", I said, trying to look around without moving my head as the other's had a pair of needlenose pliers, trying to snip the hook in two so they could get it out with out the barbs catching my ear anymore. Then I heard the voice,
"I'm-so-sorry, I SO did not know you were down there...I didn't mean to hook your sister." We looked up, and low and behold, it was Michael Sasser, guiltily still holding his fishing poll, but thank God he had pushed the release button as soon as he heard the commotion.
"Sister?" I said as Shelby moved so Michael could see me laying on the ground where Randy was still working on my ear.
Michael just closed his eyes and kinda smiled, "Jeez! I'm just beating you up today arent' I. Sorry again..." "No really, sister?", I said, truly curious, but smiling to show I wasn't angry.
"Well, I couldn't see you earlier, so I was just judging from the screams I heard.", Michael said with a mischievous grin spreading on his cute, boyish face.
The others all died laughing, as I lay there on the sand, smiling, but not quite able to laugh. Michael came down the hill where I could see him. He was upside down from my angle, but I could see his blondish-brown hair, and that he was wearing the same summer uniform that the rest of us wore, shorts, and that's it.
"I really am sorry about this.", Michael said nicely, looking truly concerned this time.
"Oh, and incase you don't remember, I'm Michael, Michael Sasser from over thata way.", he said pointing over his shoulder.
"Yea, I thought that was you, nice to see you again.", I said as Randy pulled the rest of the hook from my throbbing ear.
"Too bad, I thought I had hooked a big one.", Michael said as he helped me up. We laughed and shook his hand, and re introduced ourselves, and did the general small talk. I was not able to help looking at him and his build. He was more muscular than I was, he must have been working out more or something since he played sports at the school he went to, and his eyes were the same grayish blue that I remembered. He was really a nice looking guy, and I looked over at Ben and the others, and Ben shot me a glance that said he felt me on this. We kept on, and Michael brought up something about a girlfriend that had just dumped him. Michael actually looked pretty sad about the girl friend, and Randy asked him why she'd dumped him.
"Oh, no reason really, she just didn't think she liked me anymore, or somethin.", Michael said, staring a hole through Randy's chest as though there was something behind him that had his attention. Randy dropped the subject at that point, and proceeded to ask about Zachary.
"Oh, he is just fine, playing foot ball, staying busy like me, only I'm not as busy now without that bitch in my hair all the time. I'm sorry, she's just been eatin' me lately, ya know?"
Really, none of us could relate, but we still felt for him. He might not like playing games like ours, but he was still a good guy, and would probably make a good friend. It was amazing to me that we hadn't done more stuff together with him living this close and all, but I guess he was with his school friends, and the four of us had each other, and all that, so we just didn't cross paths as much at the time. He lives on a farm much like ours, only his family has hired help, ours had sons! But, his family has more land than each of ours does, so they probably couldn't take care of it all themselves if they wanted to. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, Michael said that he had to go get ready for a family get together at his house.
"Better run guys, I'll talk to ya'll later.", he said with a wave. We said our good-byes and told him that we'd all have to hang out sometime soon. As he was walking back up the hill, he looked back down at me and said grinning, "And better watch out if you go anywhere, Dave, I hooked your right ear, so it kinda looks like a piercing!"
I hadn't really thought about that, I had a hole ripped in my right ear that you could stick a toothpick through, so it was very noticeable.
"Thanks.", I said back as Michael disappeared over the hill and we heard a motor crank.
"Well, he seems like a nice guy, we'll have to get together with him sometime.", I said.
"Yea, oh, and how's the ear?", Shel said looking at it closely, "it stopped bleeding at least."
"It's fine, let's fish fore we run outa time, we'll doctor it up when we get back home.", I said picking up the pole I had slung when I was hooked. After fishing for a while, and catching nothing but brims, we switched all our bait to brim bait, and ended up catching around 23 or 24 fish all together. That was just too good of luck to throw back so we dumed the water out of the cooler and threw it up on Randy's four-wheeler so I could balance it, then headed back up the steep slope to my house. We had to go slower than usual, and we had decided that Ben should drive since me and him were the lightest, and we had some extra weight to carry in the igloo chest. So, Shel and Randy were on Shel's four wheeler, and were slightly at a distance from us as they began veering over to the left of the field to go through the gap. They signaled they were going to Randy's house or something, I guess to get clean clothes, (and who knows what else was on the agenda!). Ben asked if he could just have some of my clothes, since we were basically the same size, and of course I obliged.
We pulled up in the backyard and went in to tell my mom about the fish we had caught, not really knowing what we were getting ourselves into by doing so.
"OH that's great! We'll add fish to the menu tonight. I have confidence ya'll will take good care of yourselves later on. Not that ya'll can't just stay here forever if you want.", my mother said sweetly as she hugged us both into her and kissed us on our heads.
"Now ya'll run on and get the fish cleaned, there's a hose hooked up in the backyard, and um....", she fumbled through a drawer, "and here's a couple of filet knives. Ya'll clean, I'll cook," she said as she walked back towards the dining room and brought back a platter for something.
With that, me and Ben headed back to the yard and each grabbed a handle on the ice chest and toted it to the water faucet. We got our buckets and our 2x10 plank that we used as a table and ran up water and such then withdrew the curved knives from their sheaths and began scaling and cleaning the fish. We mostly worked in silence, probably cause both of us were either thinking about earlier that day, or later on that night, or the news that awaited us somewhere between now and then. Finally, I glanced up at Ben and caught him staring at me.
"Do I have fish guts on my face?", I said grimacing at the thought, at which Ben just laughed.
"No, really please tell me if I do cause...", in the middle of my sentence, Ben gave me a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth, then went back to cleaning his fish with a stupid grin on his face. I sat there for a second, then heard Shel and Randy on the four wheeler pulling up in the front yard.
"We'll finish this tonight.", I said smiling back at him.
"Bet your ass...", Ben said evilly.
I just let that go, cause I didn't know if he meant that literally, or just a figure of speech. Soon, Shel and Randy were right there with us, and we put together a system where Randy and Ben cleaned while Shel and I washed. Before terribly long, there was nothing left of the fish we'd caught but a nasty bucket of guts, blood, heads and tails, and a pretty pan of fish filets ready to fry.
I volunteered to get rid of the bucket of waste while the others picked up the fish and the buckets and the knives and stuff. After giving my mom the pan of fish filets, she instantly washed them again and double checked for bones and began rolling them in cornmeal batter and dipping them in our deep fryer.
"Thanks for catching the fish, ya'll go get cleaned up now. People like the taste of fish, not the smell of it.", my mother said teasingly as we headed up stairs to my room.
Once up stairs, we closed the door, and got out of our stinking clothes. I went into my bathroom, which was smaller than the other bathroom, but mainly because the shower took up the whole thing, literally. The bathroom is like, four feet by eight feet, and is tiled on every surface but the ceiling with orange, gray, and black tiles except the ceiling, which was copper colored tin. The shower has no door, since everything in there is water proof, and the floor is four inches lower than my bedroom since it used to be part of a balcony before we remodeled. I went in and cut on the water, and was soon followed by my three friends. The door shut to keep the steam from messin up my room, and I tossed the shampoo to Randy as I began pouring body wash in mine, Ben and Shel's hands.
"What are we supposed to do with this?", Ben said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Well, we have a whole bottle, but I suggest that the first thing we do is what it's intended for, cause this room smells like shit!", Shel said laughingly. We passed the shampoo and stuff back through the steam of what was probably the best shower I'd ever had, and helped each other clean our backs and such until we were thoroughly cleaned. Ben, of course was the first to pop a boner, but the rest of us followed suit as was usually the case. We almost always jacked off whenever we took showers together, but this would different, in a very good way!
Randy, bein the instigator that he is, was the first to begin rubbin his bone. I watched as he pulled is foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, precum running out moreso than earlier that day. By now, we were all taking care of our aching members, but then Randy said,
"So, does anyone else want to take Junior for a spin?"
"You won't regret it," I said grinning at Shel, who was already moving towards Randy.
About the time I saw the two of them grind their crotches together and pull each other close, I felt Ben's hands running down my hips and him pull me into him, his cock pressing into my crack as he nuzzled my neck. I turned around and his eyes met mine as we kissed again, only this time, more intimately than before. We knew we didn't have much more time in the shower, for supper would be ready not long from then, so Ben didn't hesitate long before saying,
"Lemme show you somethin." With that, he pressed the tips of our dicks together, and pulled his foreskin over and around my cockhead, al the way down over my circumcision scar. He then wrapped his fist around the bulge between us, and began slowly and gently moving his hips in and out. I rested my head on his slender shoulder as his movements and our closeness sent shudders through me. I licked and kissed his shoulder before pulling my cock head out and licking down his chest, licking and sucking his nips gently, then proceeding down his smooth stomach, running my hands down his chest to his hips as I twirled my tongue in his navel, getting a giggle out of him. Then I licked down further towards what was to be my second cock of the day. I looked over behind me to see that Shel and Randy had been doing the same thing, but now they were both lying on the floor to do a '69'.
"That might save time, we'll do it better tonight," Ben said. I agreed, and we layed down close to Randy and Shel, and I lay on the floor on my back as Ben sat astride my neck, facing my feet and began to jack my cock.
I looked over and Shel on his back next to me, and Randy's big uncut cock goin in and out of his sucking mouth, his balls dangling around Shel's nose as his ass went up and down slowly and easily fucking Shel's mouth. Ben then went down and took my cock, the heat from his hot mouth and tongue over taking me. I took hold of his narrow hips and maneuvered until I had his rigid manhood pressed against my lips, and I slid my tongue inside, tasting the precum as it oozed out then sucked the head into my hungry mouth. Ben moaned as I took more and more, his moans feeling really good as my cock touched his throat. I decided to do the same, only I was determined to take his cock if it killed me. I might not do it now, but I was gonna learn how to deep throat like they do in those videos I had seen. I tried, but gagged, which Ben seemed to like, but I finally gave up on that and began humming and moaning around his big dong. Ben squeezed my balls in a approval, and began sucking harder on my dick, and moving his in and out of my mouth faster. I reached up and squeezed is cute ass as he pumped as deep as he could, then I reached up and squeezed Randy's ass as he was fucking Shel's face faster, but not really rough. Finally, I felt Ben's cock begin to pulse, and I heard him groan as he sucked my cock really hard and began to shake with his oncoming climax. I twirled my tongue up and around the best I could, and rubbed his balls with my hand as he began shooting hot wads of cum into my ready mouth, coating my tongue with his seed. He grunted and moaned around my cock as he shot more cum in my mouth, and that sent me over the point of no return. I began bucking up to meet his vacuum mouth and began having the most powerful climax I'd had yet. I could here nothing but the spatter of the water raining down around us, and sucking slurping sounds that came in sync with the moans. Randy and Shel were having fits where they had rolled over on their sides, still thrusting into each other's mouths. I could see Randy's hands diggin into Shel's pale and rounded cheeks as he swallowed all his cum, and Shel's head moving back and forth briskly around Randy's bush of pubes and low hangin balls.
Finally, we were laying there under the spray of the shower nozzle, savoring the tastes that we all had of one another. We got up finally, and cut off the water as I then passed out some towels from the shelves on the other side of the bathroom. We grinned at each other and hugged, but didn't say much. Nothing had to be said, we were just looking forward to tonight, and the discoveries that it would yield to our curious and hungry minds.
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BTW, in my mind the characters are probably slightly younger than I have them portrayed, but that is because I first posted this to a group who can't accept 'underage' material, so yea.