Chad and I fished very day, exploring the miles of pristine trout waters on the property. I became pretty good at casting, selecting flies both wet and dry and perfecting various knots. By the end of the week, Chad had proclaimed that I now thought like a trout -- a designation he said was better than a degree from Harvard.
Chad was a good teacher and a good companion. We were easy in the others company and enjoyed long conversations as we walked together through paradise those long summer days.
Teddy spent his time mostly wandering around the property. A few days Chad saddled one of the nicer horses and Teddy rode the range alone. He'd done some horse riding as a child with his father at the famous Myopia Hunt Club on the North Shore, so he was familiar enough with horses and their habits that he was not intimidated by being alone on a trail.
He'd gone fishing with us again the second day, but it clearly was not his passion. Chad suggested at dinner that night that the horses were available any time he chose.
Having overcome my fear of water now that I knew there might be trout lurking below the surface, I was not yet ready to conquer my fear of large animals that could trample me to death or toss me off their back into the brush, leaving me stranded in the wilderness. One phobia at a time was enough, and I still felt more comfortable with both feet on the ground.
A few times after dinner, we went skinny dipping in the creek, enjoying the late evening coolness and freedom from clothes. Our nakedness always ended up in some three-way playfulness, but our sex was not frantic or frenetic. We simply enjoyed enjoying each other.
That all changed when Tucker arrived Friday afternoon. Chad and I could see the dust trail from his pickup coming across the hills and up the lane from the main road.
"Uh, oh, here comes trouble," Chad said. "Let's head back." We had a long walk back to the pickup; we'd crossed the creek and wandered a fair distance from our starting point, looking for the perfect pool and largest trout in the riffles and undercuts of the crystal waters. We'd had some success but not much worth keeping.
By the time we made it back to the ranch house, Tucker and Teddy were into their second beer on the wide porch, bucked naked and laughing up a storm.
Chad and I walked in through the kitchen, grabbed a few cold brews, and walked through the house and out the front door.
"Nice of you boys to join us," Tucker said, rising from his rocking chair and striding over to Chad, whom he embraced, picked up off the floor, then set him down and kissed him long and hard.
The kiss wasn't the only thing that was long and hard. As they embraced, Tucker's substantial cock rose from formidable soft to strikingly hard. He set Chad down and turned to Teddy.
"See what I mean," Tucker said, pushing down on his cock and letting it spring upright, slapping his abs and bouncing back. "Every time I get near him, I lose all inhibitions and just get plumb horny."
Turning to me, he said, "Hey Mike, been looking forward to seeing you all week."
I blushed and handed him a cold beer.
"You boys are definitely overdressed for the occasion," Tucker said, returning to his rocking chair and spreading his legs wide to let his balls hang in the air. Giving himself a couple of strokes, he patted the chair beside him and ordered, "Get naked and have a sit."
Chad stripped off and sat next to Tucker. I shed my clothes and pulled up a chair to sit between Tucker and Teddy, enjoying the cool breeze. I chugged my beer and asked Tucker about his week.
"The folks got home last night about 10," he said. "I had a long month this week thinking about coming up here and being with you guys." He looked down at his crotch and tugged on his cock. "I've been good; haven't cranked out a single load since you left."
Oh no, I thought. So much for a laid-back, relaxing weekend.
Chad filled Tucker in on our week, lavishing praise on my new-found fishing prowess, and extolling Teddy's horsemanship.
"That's perfect," Tucker said. "I love to do both, so I can spend time with each of you in turn." We sat for a few minutes, drinking beer and being quiet.
"But right now I am two things," Tucker said. "I am damned hungry and I am damned horny. Not sure what to do first first. Any suggestions?"
He stood up, half hard, and walked to the edge of porch, "Plus, I gotta piss," he said, and let loose a forceful golden stream that arched over the flowers by the porch and hissed on the dry lawn.
"Hey, my mother hates the smell of piss in her flowers," Chad said, standing up and swatting Tucker on his butt. Reaching around, he grabbed Tucker's cock and pinched it shut. Tucker flinched, but Chad pulled him by the cock and led him onto the lawn about 20 feet from the porch and let go. Tucker finished pissing and shook the last drops off on Chad's leg, smiling when Chad jumped back.
"That'll teach you," Tucker said, and turned to Teddy and me. "Well, I think I'm more hungry than horny right now." Chad quickly said, "There's a first time for everything." Tucker swatted him and said, "I brought a few good steaks with me and bought some sweet corn from the stand down the road. I propose we get cooking."
We all went into the kitchen and began preparing food. Chad fired up the the large grill outside while Teddy and I shucked corn and rooted around the kitchen for canned beans.
There were a few more beers, boisterous talk and a little ass slapping but no overt sex play until after we had consumed every scrap of food on the table. Sitting back in his chair, Tucker let out a monstrous belch, licked his lips, and said, "Now, about that other problem I had when I arrived ...."
We all looked at him and Chad said, "Hey, can we at least digest for a few minutes? Let's go sit on the porch, it's too hot in here." Grabbing a beer each, we wandered out naked to sit on the porch and watch the sun set along the ridge.
"This is stunning," I said to Chad. "How can you leave this place at the end of summer?"
"That's easy," Tucker chimed in. "This place is cold as hell frozen over. You don't want to be here in winter. There's nothing to do except beat off and wait for warmer weather."
He gave his cock a tug and said, "Speaking of beating off, I still have that problem I mentioned."
"You have a one-track mind," Chad said. "OK, guys, here are some options: we can go skinny dipping; we can go play in the barn, or we can go inside and romp in the room of your choice."
"Or we can do all three," Tucker said. "I vote for all three," he said, stroking his cock to hardness and cupping his balls. "What do you say?"
Teddy and I looked at each other and shrugged. "I vote for the barn," Teddy said. "I've been around the horses all week and I noticed a huge hayloft up here that looks like it needs to be explored."
"Sounds good to me," I said. "Chad and I walked a lot along the river today and I need a break from being wet. I vote for the hayloft."
Chad looked from me to Tucker and back. "I vote for the hayloft, too." He shook his head and smiled at Tucker, "We've had some fun times there, haven't we?"
"You best believe it," Tucker said, reaching down and pulling Chad from his chair by his dick. "Follow me, boys."
He walked off the porch and around the house to the largest barn, climbing the stairs to the loft, his fantastic ass swaying as he walked. Teddy nudged me and whispered, "I'd love to try that out."
I was actually looking forward to playing with Chad. We'd behaved ourselves along the river, horsing around some but not engaging in active sex. I wasn't sure what Teddy had been up to during his days but I knew our lovemaking at night was not as passionate as it had been. Was he getting bored with me?
We formed a circle in the middle of the loft, a ray of light shining through the window on the western end, and stood there naked in front of each other: four nearly perfect specimens of young manhood, cocks erect, with a fine sheen of sweat on our bodies (it was warm up there), and ready for action.
Tucker started by grabbing Teddy's and Chad's cock in his hands. We each grabbed the nearest cock and stroked slowly, not wanting to go too fast. Tucker and Chad exchanged a deep, sloppy kiss and Teddy and I did the same, then we switched and I was kissing Chad and Tucker was frenching Teddy. Our cocks were hard and we were beginning to respond with little groans and whimpers.
Tucker dropped to his knees and inhaled Teddy's cock and I did the same with Chad's huge prong. He was already leaking his sweet pre-cum and I savored the taste and the aroma from his crotch. Between the sweet scent of hay infusing the air and the increasing intoxicating smells of boy sex, I was almost light headed and surely in heaven.
Tucker backed up, Teddy's dick still in his mouth, and sat on a nearby bale of hay. Sliding up and down, humming softly, Tucker held Teddy's balls in one hand and rubbed his bottom with the other.
Chad backed up to another bale and I followed, still sucking, going down on him as he settled, feeling his hardness go deeper into my throat than anything had ever gone before. My gag reflex seemed to have gone numb and I relished feeling his shaft fill me to capacity.
We went on this way for a few minutes, not feeling rushed or having any need to bring things to a conclusion. I glanced over and saw that Teddy had rearranged their situation. He was now kneeling in front of Tucker, licking his balls and diving into the space behind, lapping at Tucker's very hairy ass crack. Soon Tucker raised his legs and pulled his knees back to allow Teddy unfettered access to his ass.
I smiled at Chad and sat next to him on the hay. "This should be interesting," I whispered, and we contented ourselves with slowly wanking each other as Teddy began his conquest.
I suspected that Tucker was normally a top; he had the right equipment and all past experience indicated he preferred to be in control. But we could see and hear that Teddy's ministrations were clearly having an effect.
"Oh, yeah, man, eat that hole," Tucker hissed. "Ummmm, that feels so good .... yeah, deeper.... that's it .. .fuck yeah."
Teddy was rock hard, jerking his cock slowly. After a moment he put his finger in his mouth and slid it into Tucker's ass knuckle deep, meanwhile chewing on Tucker's ample ball sack.
Tucker flinched and then spread his legs wider, pushing down onto the invading finger. "Fuck, man, I don't usually do this," Tucker said. "But you make me feel so good."
I glanced at Chad and saw him transfixed by the scene, glassy-eyed and somewhere in another world. His hand was still on my cock and mine stopped as we watched. We were both hard but wonderfully distracted by the coupling happening only a few feet away.
Teddy pulled his finger out of Tucker with a slight pop and stood on shaking legs, pushing his cock toward Tucker's hole.
Lining it up, he pushed forward slightly and stopped. This was not a road well-travelled and whether he wanted it or not, Tucker's ass was resisting. Reaching around Teddy, Tucker grabbed onto Teddy's buttocks and pulled forward. Teddy popped all the way in and Tucker almost jumped off the bale.
"Fuck! That hurts!" he screamed.
Teddy, momentarily panicked, asked, "Do you want me to pull out?"
"No goddamit, just stay still," Tucker hissed, holding Teddy tight to his buttocks and breathing shallowly. "I never do this," Tucker said. "But I want to do this now."
He pulled Teddy closer then pushed him back a little, clearly uncomfortable but determined. Teddy responded with a gentle rocking motion and Tucker seemed to relax a bit, letting his hands slide down to Teddy's legs.
Chad and I had both gone almost soft as we watched but as Teddy picked up speed we renewed our mutual wanking. Tucker had gone completely soft when Teddy pushed inside but now he was jerking his cock to full hardness, hissing and moaning and giving one word instructions to Teddy, who was now on auto-pilot fucking.
Chad nudged me in the ribs and stood up, taking my hand and leading me to stand beside the two rutting stallions. Chad stood behind me and stroked my cock while his hard on rode up and down my ass crack.
Tucker looked up to us in a complete sex haze, grinned and licked his lips, then formed his sexy mouth into a perfect "O" as Teddy apparently hit that magic spot. Teddy was puffing like a steam engine, pumping away, legs shaking, trying to push his prick as deep as possible. It was clear this would not last much longer.
Chad had me rock hard and tingling, so I reached back and guided his cock to my hole, pushing out as he slid into me, gasping at the size. But his first thrust hit me fully on the prostate and I gushed a long stream of pre-cum into his pumping hand, making my cock slimy and even more sensitive. I groaned and pushed back, taking him deeper.
Chad pumped away and I bent slightly, close enough to smell the raw sex smells of Teddy and Tucker as they picked up speed. I don't know how or why, but I bent almost in half, took a half step forward, brushed Tucker's hand off of his cock and sucked him into my mouth. It was a tortured pose but it worked. Tucker went stiff as I slid down his cock and up again. Teddy pumped harder and faster, and the new angle of my body made Chad's cock ram solidly into my hot spot. Tucker stiffened, let out a howl, and exploded into my mouth, almost choking me with the volume and force. Teddy went up on his toes, pushing so hard he almost knocked Tucker off the bale, and held his breath as he pumped into Tucker's ass. I could see his abs flexing as he pumped.
Chad gave a final push and held me tightly by the hips, ramming his cock so far up my ass that I thought it would meet Tucker's in my mouth. That was it for me, I spewed long ropes of cum all over Tucker's flank, light-headed and dizzy from all of the stimulus around me.
When we all finished our orgasms, we fell into heap atop Tucker, who wrapped us in his arms and held us all while we caught our breath. We reeked of sex and ass juice and pure, raw hormones.
When we finally stopped panting we extricated ourselves from the tangle of limbs and stood up slowly to make sure we kept our balance.
"Day-yumm!" Tucker exhaled. "I have never -- and I mean NEVER -- done that before!"
Teddy took a deep breath and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "I am totally wiped," he said, backing up to gently sit on a nearby bale.
Chad still held me in his arms and I relaxed into him, grateful for the support. His wet cock slapped against my thigh and I reached behind and wrapped my hands around his buttocks, simply holding the hairy orbs comfortably.
Chad breathed in and took a deep breath. "Gentlemen, we reek," he said. Turning to Tucker, he said, "I propose a gentle swim in the pond behind the barn. I need to clean off."
Without a word we walked down the stairs, totally exhausted, and followed Chad to a small pond about 100 feet behind the barn and dove in. The water was warm and soothing. I suddenly realized I was not standing on shore but chest deep with the others in the middle of pond, completely at ease. I swabbed my hand around my ravaged ass and grinned at Chad. "That was nice," I said.
Teddy and Tucker were side by side, waist deep in the water. Tucker was probing his ass gently, mumbling, "I may never walk again." He turned to Teddy and gave him a little kiss, "I'm glad it was you to take my cherry, man. But I am going to be hurting for days. Now that I know what it's like, I may be a little kinder to my partners.'
He took a step back and farted, long and hard, and we all looked over to see what might surface, backing away and going "Eeeewww!"
Tucker looked sheepish and pointed at Teddy, "It's his fault!" Then he walked out of the pond and stood on shore, his handsome body silhouetted in the light coming from the barn.
Chad grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze then walked out of the pond. Teddy splashed backward and swam on his back in circles around me. He stopped and stood next to me, his arm around my waist and said, "That was fun."
We walked out together and followed Chad and Tucker into the house and upstairs. We said good night. Teddy and I fell into our comfortable double bed and were instantly asleep.