Greg, Mike and Eric

Greg, Mike and Eric

By

Nick Alias Pizza Boy

CHAPTER ONE:

• Know what? I think we're gonna get soaked soon.

Less than a minute following Eric's comment, the first rain drops fell but it quickly turned into a violent thunderstorm which forced the barbecue dinner to move inside Greg Wilson's house. Power went out as the five adults and three children ate their steaks, though by that time it had killed off the festive mood of their first holiday weekend.

Of the three families present, the Wilsons had been the first to move in their house on Blake Street. Not too long after, Mike Edwards and his wife had arrived shortly after Dave's birth. Then, last but not least, Eric Matthews purchased his house before getting married but Anna dumped him and he had been living alone since his move a year earlier.

Greg's wife often joked that Eric was a bad influence to him and Mike since he didn't have the same family obligations than them, and thus could still live like a carefree college student. Indeed, before he started to hang out with Eric, it had been years since Greg had gotten drunk and partied until the morning. She suspected his attitude had costed him Anna, something the 29-year-old firefighter confirmed during a conversation.

Mike and Greg were both professionals in their mid-30s, the former an advertiser and the latter an insurance underwriter, who had mostly become friends due to their children playing together since they could walk. It was only later that, having realised they were both working out regularly, they joined the same gym and had been training partners ever since. Eric was also a member, this is actually where they met him, but he usually went at different hours due to his changing schedules. In fact, prior to having a barbecue in Greg's backyard, they had been having an afternoon session in an almost empty place due to the hot weather.

Once they had finished dinner, the men had to clean up the dishes with a flashlight. Soon, the two 4-year-old boys fell asleep and Greg's 6-year-old daughter followed out of boredom. Not wanting to wake him up, Mike moved Dave to Greg and Sarah's bed and the five adults started a game of Scrabble.

• Sorry, I'm just falling asleep. I guess I'll be heading to bed, Sarah said after an hour.

• Mike, I'm gonna go home. We'll pick up Dave tomorrow.

Just as the two women stood up, electricity returned. But that didn't change their mind, leaving the three men alone in Greg's dinning room. Greg offered them another beer but Eric said he'd come back after checking if his garage was flooded, which often happened by heavy rain.

• We'll go with you, Mike proposed.

• Yeah, just in case you need to take a few buckets out, Greg added.

The three men walked to Eric's house, on the opposite side and at the other end of Greg's. It was still raining, they were drenched when they had reached their destination. Thankfully, once there they saw the drain was still working fine and the concrete floor was dry.

• I'm gonna have a wider pipe installed soon, I'm not taking any chance.

Entering the house via the garage, Eric offered them the beer they were about to drink back at Greg's place. They'd stay there as they wouldn't disturb anyone. As Eric handed him a bottle, Mike took his shirt off and hung it on a chair to dry.

• Put it outside, he said unlocking the sliding door that led to his covered patio.

They followed Eric outdoors, where it wasn't as hot as inside. Noticing the hot tub was turned on, Greg asked his two mates if they'd be up for a dip while they drank a few beers.

• Sounds good to me.

Already barefoot and shirtless, Mike only had to take off his white board shorts to be naked and step into the tub with his beer in one hand. Eric had no neighbour behind his house and he had built partitions on each side of his deck to ensure maximum privacy, therefore nobody could complain if he decided to hang out naked outdoors like now.

Eric brought more beer outside so that they wouldn't have to walk back to the kitchen and undressed just as Greg threw out his last piece, his jockstrap. His shorts, tanktop and black CKs were left on a chair along with Greg's clothes, then he joined the others in the tub. They formed a triangle with Eric and Greg on each corner and Mike in the middle of the opposite side.

Having a bit more space, Mike was able to spread his legs wide and held the glass bottle against his washboard stomach between sips. The guys were just relaxing and drinking, in the same calm in which they had taken a steambath after their workout at the health club.

After their second beer, which actually their 5-ish drink of the evening, Eric felt an urge to pee and the three friends ended up challenging each other as to who would go the furthest. So they all stepped out of the tub, stopping in the middle of the backyard to stand next to each other and urinate as simultaneously as they could.

• I WIN!!!! Mike exclaimed, a bit too loud at this time.

• That's just because you're the biggest guy here, Greg laughed off.

Back in the tub, they had another beer while cracking up some jokes until Mike stood up, accidentally revealing an impressive 9.5-inch erection to the crowd of two. Surprised, Eric and Greg immediately looked at each other as well as exchanging looks with Mike but it only took an instant before they were in the same aroused state as their friend.

The three were big guys, standing between 6'0 and 6'3, weighting around 185 to 200, so it wasn't much of a shock to realise they weren't much different in the genital area. Next to Eric's 8.5 inches, Greg's nine-incher just fitted perfectly with both of his buddies.

Clearing his throat, Mike suggested with a smile that they do something about this.

• Oh yeah man, let's jack off here.

Eric was surprised at his own words but, hell, that's what he was up to. He moved backwards to sit on the edge, instructing Greg and Mike to not masturbate in his tub to soil it with cum.

Going solo at first, the guys ended up seated next to one another before, in a third move, lending each other a hand. As they neared ejaculation, Mike had a hand on each of his friend while he was stroked by Eric's right and Greg's left hands. On the edge, he had to slow them down or he'd shoot too early for his taste.

• Awwww shit Mike yeah stroke it... Milk me! Milk me! Eric let out as he reached the point of no-return.

Eric was the first to shoot his load, most of it dripping along Mike's hand which he simply wiped off against Eric's chest. Then, just as Mike's abs were splashed with cum, Greg pointed downwards and his orgasm landed on the other side of the tub.

Once they had recovered from their orgasmic bliss, each guy suddently felt self-conscious with a tint of guilt and, just 5 minutes after they had cum, Mike and Greg had left Eric alone and walked, each on their own sidewalk, back to their respective houses.

CHAPTER TWO:

Although Mike felt bad when he returned to his wife, his guilt was, by the morning, replaced by a wish to do it again or, perhaps, going further on a possible next time. Unsure on how he should confront Eric and Greg about this, he thought it was best to leave it there and wait. When Vicky went to pick up Dave, he retired in his office and pretended to work on an urgent matter despite being on vacations.

Not far from there, Greg was just as hesitant and, like Mike, found an excuse to not see his friend for at least a day. It proved easy: the Wilsons went out of state to visit Greg's parents with the kids. It was only when they returned four days later, that Greg met up with his friends again.

Calling Mike to check if he had already been to the gym that day, the pair ended up knocking at Eric's door as they drove past his house to go there.

• I went running this morning but I can lift with ya for sure. Just let me get my stuff.

When Eric returned with his bag a few minutes later, Mike took his sunglasses off and breathed loudly.

• Ok guys, I'm sorry but I really gotta get this out of my chest. We gotta talk about what happened here Saturday.

There was a short silence, then Greg went on.

• Honestly, if I... if I... Oh and fuck it!

On that, he turned towards Mike and reached for his lips. Before Mike could react, Eric was undoing his belt and took his hardening cock in his mouth. Greg and Mike broke their kiss to undress each other, Mike's shirt was almost ripped apart!

Now naked, the three studs ran upstairs to Eric's king-size waterbed. Letting himself fall in the middle, Mike ended up with Greg and Eric doing him on each side. After tonguebathing his massive pecs, half-dollar-sized nipples and six-pack, they took turns sucking on his throbbing member before turning him over and start rimming and fingering his bubble butt.

After discovering Eric's condom stash, Greg invited himself into their host's asshole while Eric enjoyed a blowjob from Mike. Mike then went on his fours in front of Eric, giving him a chance to make their threesome a chainfuck.

Greg later found himself taken by both ends, slurping on Mike's cock like on a popsicle as Eric pounded his ass away. Feeling his friends were as close as himself, he proposed they roll over the bed to suck each other off.

Forming a triangle, Greg took care of Mike, who sucked Eric, who did Greg. But this is not what Mike was up to. He stopped them after a minute and had the three men laying next to each other, finishing themselves off under everybody's encouragements.

Panting, grunting, ready to shoot, the guys didn't hold it for long before they violently ejaculated all over their ripped, buff upper bodies. Just before falling asleep holding each other, they licked the cum off one another.

• Man, we should have done it before! Greg said as they showered together after their nap.

• Don't worry, we'll catch up on lost years...

THE END

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