On the porch, Howie opened a cupboard and brought out some towels. We dried off and then went inside. Howie turned off the light and we headed into bed. Mike got the middle I was on one side and Howie on the other. There was some tickling and giggling going on, but finally the laughter died down and we drifted off to sleep. I had turned and was snuggling against Mike's back and I guess he was doing the same to Howie. If felt good to be sleeping naked with a man. I had done it with Mike a couple of times and each time I thought the experience was great. I had to do this more often. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
I must have turned over in the night because I woke up with a hard cock poking me in the back. And I also needed to take a piss – too much beer. I had my morning wood as well. I carefully got up, trying not to wake anyone else. I tiptoed out of the room and quietly opened the screen door and went out onto the porch.
Wow, the lake was spectacular. It was ringed with oaks and willows and pines and there didn't seem to be any other cabins around on this portion of the lake. I stood at the railing with timmy pointing over the top railing and relaxed and let go. I hadn't done something like this since I was about 6 years old, just stand around and pee. I started waving my cock around spreading the piss everywhere. I was smiling and happy. This was wonderful.
It was just a bit cool out, so when I finished, I quietly reentered the house and went back and climbed into bed. I had turned to I was facing Howie. I propped my head up on my hand and laid there watching him sleep. In the daylight, I could see the color of the hair on his chest better and it was a deep chestnut color. I was fascinated by his story of the ritual of cutting his hair. My cock stirred thinking of it, which came in contact with his hard cock.
I lifted the covers and looked down at it. Man it looked great. Then I chuckled to myself, still amazed how I was seeing the world so differently, that I was now admiring men's cocks and enjoying it and noticing differences and unique things about each. Dicks were so fascinating.
As I lay there daydreaming about cocks, I was suddenly enveloped in Howie's arms. He pushed me over onto my back and moved on top of me, pinning me down and gripping me with his arms. His hard cock was being ground into my groin and his head was at my shoulder and the nape of my neck. I could feel the stubble of his beard as he moved his head around and kissed my neck.
I hugged him back and pushed my hardening cock up into him. He continued to nuzzle my neck and when he got to my ear, I giggled as he was tickling me. He raised up then and with his face inches from mine said, "Mornin'" and then kissed me on the nose. I squeezed him tightly and pushed my hard cock up into him. He smiled, opened his eyes a bit more, smiled and said, "Ready for your morning fuck?"
I was enjoying looking at the expressions on his face and how his beard stubble framed and accented his face, and I could only nod.
He smiled and said, "Me in you?"
I nodded again and smiled.
He moved around a bit, pushed the covers off of us and reached into a drawer of the nightstand. He came back with a bottle. He applied some to his hand and I felt his fingers circle my hole as he worked to lube up the area. Then he inserted a finger in while watching my face. I might of winced or inhaled because he brought the finger out, put some more lube on it and returned to my hole. He inserted his finger again and I relaxed and let him work his finger in.
He smiled, then applied a bit more lube and slid two fingers in gently. I still gasped at the thrill of it all. He smiled a bit more and then he must have applied lube to his cock because the next thing I felt was the head of it against my hole.
He had positioned me so that my legs were over his shoulders and his arms were on either side of my shoulders. He pushed forward with his hips and I felt the head begin to penetrate my hole. I tried to remember all the things Mike had taught me. I relaxed and pushed out as he pushed in and he slipped into my hole and I did gasp again.
There was that twinge of pain as he expanded my hole enough to get the head of his cock in. My hole had tightened around the head of his cock, gripping it firmly. "Relax," he whispered to me. I reached up and took hold of him by his sides and relaxed my hole and pulled him towards me. He eased into me and I felt my hole expanding as he penetrated me. I realized I had been holding my breath until he was seated all the way in. I let the breath out and smiled up at him and he smiled then and I felt him flex his cock in my ass a couple of times.
He slowly pulled out and then back in, hitting that magic spot in there and I sighed and closed my eyes. "Enjoying that roomie?" Mike asked, and I turned and saw that he was propped up on his arms watching me getting fucked.
I was still getting used to being observed doing these things and I smiled and said, "Yes," in a quiet voice. The pleasure was beginning to build and I was definitely in the moment.
"Mind if I join you?" Mike said to us. I couldn't figure out how he was going to do that. I knew there was no way he could get inside me with Howie there, so I had no clue what he meant.
Howie said, "The more the merrier," and pushed deep into me again. I just sighed again and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling.
I opened my eyes to see Mike standing behind Howie. I heard a cap snap and saw him put the bottle back on the nightstand. I looked up at Howie's face and knew that Mike was pushing himself into Howie. Howie concentrated for a moment and then a smile came across his face. I realized I was being fucked by a guy who was being fucked! My cock jerked at the mere thought of what this must look like.
At one point Howie pushed even deeper into me and let out a umpf as Mike must have plunged to the hilt in him. Then Mike started guiding the process and I realized later that Mike was basically standing still and using Howie's ass to jerk himself off with. Howie was fucking himself while he fucked me; each time he pulled out of me, he was pushing himself back on Mike's cock.
I could tell it was driving him crazy with the sensations in both ends of the his body. His face contorted for a bit as he fought to keep control; then he breathed deeply and started pumping me fast, hard and deeply. I was clamping my ass down around his shaft as he continue to massage my prostate.
Then I could feel the tension increase in his arms and his expression became intense as I knew he was nearing the edge, and then he began to shoot hot loads into my ass. I clamped tightly around him and let him work on my hole as he shot. I had not shot this time from the fucking, and I didn't have enough experience to know if this was okay or not, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.
Mike came at about the same time as I heard him gasp and practically fall on top of Howie as he did. Howie's body was racked with a spasm at that moment and he groaned in ecstasy as his senses were overloaded.
Howie opened his eyes and looked down at me with his face merely inches from mine. He smiled and bent lower and kissed me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth.
Mike pulled out and moved around to give Howie a hug and then me. "Man, that was awesome!" He was smiling away. "Sometime this weekend, I want to see if I can get both of you inside me at the same time!" I don't know where that came from, but it was something I wanted to see.
I laughed and Howie said, "You're on `dude'!" and laughed as well.
He pulled out of me and then I unfolded and stretched my legs out. What a way to start out the morning.
Howie said, "I have to pee!" He walked out the bedroom door to the porch with his glistening cock leading the way. Mike followed him saying he had to go as well. I followed, wanting to see this, walking a bit funny as I felt cum running down my leg, with sore legs and a sore butt. This was wild. I stood and watched the two guys start pissing off the edge of the porch and then Mike turned and starting covering Howie with piss. Howie laughed and turned and pointed his cock at Mike, splashing him with piss.
That continued on until they ran out of piss. They both were laughing away as we walked down to the lake for a morning swim. And swim we did. There was a dock tied out in the lake that we swam to. It was good to stretch out and really use my muscles after sessions we had been through. Images of the last several hours, since Howie showed up in my room, played through my mind as I swam towards the platform.
When I pulled myself up onto the dock, I saw that Mike and Howie were already there, sitting up with knees bent as water streamed down their naked bodies. I wanted to just wait there a moment and take in this image.
"Last one on the dock has to fix breakfast," Howie said as I got up onto the dock.
I started to protest and then thought, laughed and said, "Yes, I am serving protein shakes," and shook my soft cock at them.
Mike busted out laughing. I think I surprised him coming up with that. Howie looked between the two of us and chuckled, "You two make quite the pair."
Emboldened, I said, "Yeah, I think so!"
And Mike's mouth dropped open, and then he closed it and smiled. "Leave it to my roommate!"
I sat down on the dock and breathed deeply of the morning lake air. This was really great. The location, the guys... everything was awesome, as Howie would say in his surfer lingo.
Everyone just sat and took in all the views, landscape and nudes. Finally, Howie stood up and said, "Last one back to shore has to do the dishes!" and leaped off the dock and knifed through the water.
I was up and off the platform in a second, leaving Mike to bring up the rear. I almost swallowed a mouthful of water as I thought how appropriate that was. But I got it together and put on the steam and swam up to Howie. I paused long enough to see his butt on the surface of the lake and then peaked under the water to see his dick waggle as he swam.
I surfaced and dug in and passed Howie and pushed for all I was worth to make it to the shore first. I made it and pulled up to the shore and then out, where I stood and watched the race between Mike and Howie as they each tried to out swim the other. It was going to be close.
But Mike was up first and Howie just a second later. Mike raised his arms over his head ala Rocky and danced around. I was laughing again. Howie got out of the water winded, looked at me, smiled and then said, "I wouldn't laugh there youngin', you better get in there and get started on breakfast. Pancakes, eggs and bacon is on the menu, better get crackin'" Now he was trying out a country accent?
I laughed again and headed into the house. I found all the stuff and busied myself with the process. I started the coffee and looked around the kitchen. I was no stranger to kitchens and enjoyed cooking. Gee, I wonder if that meant I was gay? I laughed at myself and put the syrup in a bowl of hot water to warm it. I cooked all the pancakes and kept them warm in the oven, while cooking the bacon. It was funny to be naked in the kitchen cooking. Life was certainly changing for me.
I hollered out to ask how they wanted their eggs and they came in from the porch with the "cat caught with feather in its mouth look."
Howie reached out and gripped Mike's balls and said, "These would make nice eggs, don't you think?" and cracked up laughing.
"What have you two been up to?" I asked, a bit jealous, I think.
"Nothing," Mike said, "I was just checking to make sure that Howie hadn't hurt anything trying to catch me on the swim in."
Howie smacked him on the shoulder, "More like I was checking you out to see if you strained anything rushing to get past me, afraid I was going to nail your ass this time." What ever they had been up to, it certainly hadn't been checkers. I think they had been playing doctor, or some variation there of.
"I asked how you wanted your eggs, gentlemen," the tone of my voice told them that I was brokering any humor at that point.
They both laughed and Howie said, "Over-easy, the same way I like my men," and he snickered.
"Over hard, the same way I like my men," Mike replied and chortled.
"Assholes. I like mine scrambled, like the brains of my roommate and cousin." But I laughed to myself, glad that Mike and Howie were hitting it off so well.
I went back and cooked Howie's eggs and then called him over to fix his plate. Mike's were ready and he fixed his plate. Then it only took a moment for me to fix mine and we were sitting at the big wooden table with mugs of hot coffee and a hearty breakfast.
"Great breakfast!" Howie said around a mouthful of pancakes.
Mike just nodded vigorously in agreement.
"I guess we all worked up an appetite," I said, enjoying watching the guys chow down on the food I had prepared.
"So what are the plans for the rest of the day," I asked after I swallowed a bite of eggs and pancakes.
Howie laughed, "Not a lot of plans. Just sun, sex, water, sex, food, sex, sun, and maybe some food sex."
"Food sex?" I asked.
"You have never heard of fucking a watermelon?" He looked up and saw the surprised look on my face. "Or eating ice cream off the cock of a guy, or a banana out of a guy's ass?" I continued to looked stunned.
He turned to Mike and said, "You been leading a sheltered life?"
Mike laughed and almost blew coffee out of his nose, "No, we just haven't gotten to everything yet!" he choked and then said, "I thought it was hot dogs out of a guy's ass!"
I still didn't know if they were pulling my leg or were saying the truth. With Mike I never knew and I didn't know Howie well enough yet to tell if he was joshing me or not.
"And isn't it mashed potatoes off a guy's cock?" Mike asked, making me really wonder then.
"We'll have to save that for lunch, because I don't want to waste any of this great breakfast." He looked around the table and then added, "Unless someone wants to coat their crotch with maple syrup for us to lick off?" The image of that got my cock to swelling. I was thinking that I had some extra syrup, when Howie spoke up again.
"No, today, we relax, have fun and as much sex as everyone wants and then while Mike and I take a nap, Tim, you will do some of your homework." He smiled, making it sound like he was talking to a grade schooler.
He smiled a crooked grin, "Besides, I want to see Mike get fucked and maybe try getting the two of us up there."
I had gotten bolder and said, "I am on for the fucking of Mike, but how about your ass, too. Turn about is only fair!" I said and they both looked at me and laughed. "What?"
"Tim, you are sure turning out to be a little slut. First I couldn't get you to hardly touch me and now you are announcing to the world that you want to fuck me." He smiled a big smile and reached over and ruffled my hair. I loved that and I hated it. It made me feel like the little brother, which I liked, but also probably disliked as much as a little brother would. I was happy.
"Yep, that's me, the little slut, except that timmy takes offense at that. He thinks he is anything but little!" It was my turn to laugh then. And after a moment, they burst out laughing as well.
Evidently something had transpired while I was cooking breakfast because Mike ended up being the one to clean up the dishes. Mike just smiled and then Howie smiled and I wondered what was up. Mike just started clearing the plates and Howie said we should go out on the porch and wait for him.
Once outside, Howie sat down on the table there that was covered with the drying towels. "Tim, you didn't get to shoot this morning while Mike and I was shooting cum up other people's asses." I blushed a bit. Damn, I thought I was getting over that.
"Yeah," I said, wondering where this was going to go.
"So I thought I might take care of that for you while Mike did the dishes." He was smiling but seemed a bit nervous. "Damn, this is more difficult than I thought it would be." He looked at me again, took a deep breath and started again. "Tim, do you want me to blow you, or do you want to fuck me?" And he looked like he was going to blush. My over sexed super experienced cousin was nervous about asking his cousin to have sex.
I thought for a moment and looked at Howie. I could tell by his expression that he thought I might turn him down. I decided to have a little fun with him. "Howie, what makes you think that you could get me off by sucking me or that your ass would be a powerful enough stimulate to put me over the edge?" I said it with the best serious voice I could muster. I was really trying to hold back the laughter at the expression on his face.
"Why, I, ah, other guys have said, I ah," I was really enjoying this, seeing this hunk stutter and stammer over the issue of pleasing me.
"So just because these poor itinerant workers you work with begin to shoot at the mere site of your pouty lips or spongy butt, doesn't mean that every guy you meet will think the same thing." This was very difficult to maintain this serious demeanor.
"Oh, I, ah, Tim, I'm sorry," he lowered his head. Shit, I had really hurt him! Oh Fuck!
"Howie, no, I am sorry, I was just joking with you! I find you really hot!" I said trying to get him to raise his head and look at me. He wouldn't do it. "Howie, look at me. You are one chiseled hunk and I was enjoying you so much in my ass that I almost came just from that." He still didn't raise his head.
"Howie, it is me that should be offering to please you, because you are a stud and guys should worship you." I was pouring it on thick.
Howie was slowly raising his head as he said, "So why aren't you on your knees, with your face in the dirt, worshipping me?" He had his head up and was grinning like a Halloween pumpkin.
"Asshole!" I said and turned to leave.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "Look if you can't stand the lube then don't bend over." I looked at him quizzically and then got it and had to smile.
"I get it, kitchen, heat, lube, bend over. Ha, Ha." I couldn't help myself I started laughing.
He stood up and pulled me close and hugged me. "Speaking of assholes, yours is mighty fine." He gave me noogies on my head then and I squirmed out of his grip.
"Howie, I don't know. I want to fuck Mike and want to suck you. I want you to suck me and I want to fuck you as well, but we have the whole weekend, so I don't know where to start." I paused for a second and then asked in all seriousness, "Howie, I want to know how you handled it and how you handle it. Being gay, I mean. I mean living with it, telling people what you are, or do you? What do your parents think? How do friends treat you? If you weren't coming to meet me would you have been wearing eye shadow and heels." I was joking on the last part and he smiled.
"Come over here and sit beside me. I want to feel your warm body next to mine. I am not going to spend hours on this because I have my eye on timmy there and getting that liquid protein shake you talked about." He reached over and gave my cock a squeeze, which made it swell and want more.
"After Uncle Randy showed me the joys of man to man sex, I thought back over my last several years and realized that I had just been going through the motions with girls because every other guy did. I thought they felt the same way I did and only talked about how great it felt so they would be just like their friends.
"I realized then that I had probably wanted to be with guys all along, but never knew how to express it or what to do or how to do it. I mean I had heard guys in high school talk about fags and queers, and that they were guys who liked guys, but I didn't know what they did together.
"Uncle Randy, and boy what an apropos name, showed me how men could love each other, and he showed me that I could experience pleasure I literally had never dreamed of. The first time he took me someplace and introduced me as his little boy toy, I nearly died. I didn't know the people he was introducing me to and didn't know what they would think of such a nick name. I blushed, stammered, and left as soon as I could break away, and sat in the car until he came out to find out what was wrong.
"He saw what an impact it had had on me. We talked for a long time and he apologized and explained that he lived with the philosophy that if they don't like it, fuck `em. That was difficult for me to accept. I had always worried what other people thought about me.
"It took some time for me to be comfortable with people knowing about me, but the guys in the bunkhouse broke down a lot of those barriers by showing me how diverse man to man sex was and how wonderful and everything.
"I have told my mom, but not my Dad, cause I didn't know how he would take it. She has probably told him, but I don't know for sure. She was great and hugged me and cried a bit and told me she was happy that I was happy and that she would always love me no matter what." His eyes were welling up as he told this part.
"So I have no problem now telling people I am gay, but it is not something I shout from the rooftops, but I am not ashamed of it." He stood up and walked to the railing and then bellowed out, "Hey, world, Howie is gay!"
I started laughing then and he did as well, breaking the seriousness of the moment. I knew I had gotten as much as I was going to get right then and would find out more at another time. So I changed the subject.
"What's the kinkiest thing this Joey ever did?"
He looked at me for a moment because of the non-sequitor and then smiled, "Well, I don't know if he did it, but he told a story about going to this heavy S & M party." He looked up at me, "Sadism and Masochism," he paused again, "guys who like to give pain and guys who like to get pain," I nodded understanding what he was saying, but not the concept. "He tells about a guy. I can hardly tell this. It hurts me to tell it. He tells the story of a guy who put his nuts on a board and another guy nailed his ball sack to the board." I cringed and my balls drew up at the mere thought.
"But enough of that. Yuck! He was known for the stuff he used to stick up his ass to get himself off. He used candles, carrots, cucumbers, polish sausage, flashlights—and I mean the big d-cell size flash lights, toilet plunger handles, Screwdriver handles (that is kind of appropriate), anything and everything. He tells stories of being fisted," he looked at me again, "having a man stick his fist up his ass," my mouth dropped open. "Yes, he is one kinky mother-fucker."
He reached over and held my cock. "He liked to have 4 or 5 guys stand around and jerk off on his face. He loves the taste of cum. I have seen him suck it out of a guy's ass, but let's move on to you. Enough of Joey, he is kind of wild." Kind of? I thought.
He had begun to fondle my cock and I was responding...growing thicker and longer as he continued his work on my cock. I moaned at the pleasure and he took that as a good sign and moved and knelt between my legs. I thought he was going to zero in on my cock, but instead he lifted my legs and pushed them up until I had to lean back on the table. I thought then that he might be getting ready to fuck me again.
But instead he put his tongue to my hole and began to lick it. I moaned from deep in my chest as he began to work his tongue around and around my hole and up and down the crack. And then his hot breath there sent chills up and down my back. I closed my eyes and focused on the feelings at my hole. I relaxed from his work and he pushed his tongue into my hole and I groaned and squirmed.
He chuckled in my hole and more hot breath caressed it. Shit, fuck and all of that! This was hot. Mike had done this to me and taught me how to do it to him, but each time it was incredible. I had a thought in the middle of all of this that if he kept going he might get some of his own cum out of my ass. I tightened up a bit at that thought, but his tongue was insistent and I relaxed again. I was enjoying the pleasure, but wanted to reach down and stroke and take it farther faster, but Howie had other ideas. He began to work his way up from my hole to that sensitive area behind my nuts.
Then he worked on each nut, taking each one into his mouth and swirling it around. He worked to get both in at the same time and managed to do it. It was incredible. Then he moved up to my cock, which was dripping away by this time. He took the head and sucked the precum off and ran his tongue around the whole thing.
I was gripping the table edge now as he began in earnest to suck my cock. He would lick the shaft top to bottom and then take the whole thing, burying his nose in my stubble. It was wild and wonderful and I could never get enough of this. Then I felt the rush building and knew it was close. I realized I had been moaning and groaning all through his work, but now I felt a groan building that I thought was going to blow the roof off of the porch.
I reached up and held onto his head and pushed it down as I pushed up into his mouth and shot and shot and shot and oh shit, it was never going to end. He just kept sucking and swallowing every drop. And when I quit he squeezed and milked the last drop out and then sucked that, too.
And that is when I had to push him off, it was just too sensitive. Oh shit! I was still rolling in the fog of the lust as he rubbed my stomach and fondled my balls.
"Nice," he said, wiping his chin, "I got my protein shake."
"Yeah, and it looks like my roomie loved giving it to you as well," Mike said. I opened my eyes and saw him leaning against the porch railing. He must have been there through the whole thing. I smiled and gazed down at Howie kneeling between my legs.
That is when I heard, "Got any more of those protein shakes around?" and it wasn't Howie or Mike speaking! Oh Shit!
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