"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!
I turned to see a smiling Jere, standing outside the railing on the side of the porch. I wondered how long he had been there? I had a bit of a panic rush as I realized how I had been on display again. But Timmy thought it was a great thing - he swelled and twitched.
Howie rose from between my legs, wiped his mouth one more time, walked over to Jere and offered his hand. "Mornin' Jere." He shook his hand and then added, "Been up and out early to enjoy the sights and sounds of nature?" Howie made a gesture at the lake and the surrounding forest.
Jere laughed, "You could say that I was enjoying the sights and sounds and it certainly seemed natural to me." His eyes keep moving from each of us, taking in everything he could.
Howie looked at Mike and then to me. "Well, if you are serious, I think Mike or I could provide you with that protein shake." Jere's smile broadened.
I was swelling again at the thought of being the focus of his gaze and him seeing my wet growing cock. I almost, almost wanted to cover myself, but seeing that neither Mike nor Howie seemed to care, I continued to sit on the table, exposed to the world.
Jere seemed like he was going to cry he was so happy. "That would be wonderful." Howie walked over to the edge of the porch and offered his still hard cock to Jere. It was at the right height that all Jere had to do was move his head forward and he was lined up on the cock. He took hold of it and admired it for a while. I could see that just that action was having an effect on Howie - his cock was twitching in Jere's hand.
Jere then moved forward and touched his tongue to the tip of Howie's cock, licking off a drop of precum that was forming there. "Ahh!" he said, "nectar of the gods!" He began to work on Howie's cock then, taking great care and paying great attention to the task. You could tell he was enjoying the whole process, not just the sucking but being here surrounded by 3 naked college guys.
Mike moved up close to the action and took one of Jere's hands and put it on his cock. Jere sighed again as he was now sucking a cock and holding onto another one. Well, not to be outdone, I moved to the other side and moved Jere's other hand to Timmy. Another sigh.
His head continued to bob on Howie's rigid cock while he fondled our cocks and balls. Then he dropped mine so he could take hold of Howie's cock again. I looked at Mike and could tell he had something on his mind. I nodded, not knowing what he was planning. He removed Jere's hand and put it on Howie's ass. Jere began caressing Howie's butt as he continued to work on his cock.
Mike stepped off of the porch and moved up next to Jere. Jere had his eyes closed concentrating his senses, I was sure, on the texture, tastes and smells coming from the focus of his attention. Mike reached over and undid Jere's jeans and pulled them down to his ankles and then reached up and pulled down the white briefs that were below that.
Jere's cock pointed up a good 6 or so inches from his crotch. The hair surrounding his cock was grey, kinky and wiry. I had never seen grey pubic hair. His balls hung down in an extended ball sack. I don't think I had ever seen balls hang that low. But they were great globes, suspended in the sack. I wondered how often he emptied them and then smiled to myself. I was becoming quite the pervert.
Mike knelt and took Jere's cock into his mouth and I thought Jere was going to shoot right then. He moaned around Howie's cock and thrust himself forward into Mike's mouth. I knelt and took a good lick and bob on it and then Mike took it back.
I moved around behind Jere and spread his hairless cheeks and checked out his hole. I breathed hot air into it as Howie had done to me and saw Jere shiver. I grinned and leaned in closer and ran my tongue up and down his crack. Another moan escaped around Howie's cock.
I went to work on his hole with my tongue, using every technique Mike had taught me and that Howie had used on me. In only moments I felt his whole body trembling, tensing and relaxing and he began to pump into Mike and I reached around and took his balls in my hand and he moaned again and I knew it was close, and I smiled.
I guess Howie came first and that triggered Jere, because I heard Howie's intake of breath and felt Jere stiffen and thrust into Mike. His hole clamped down tight on my tongue and I knew he was over the edge. He pumped a couple more times into Mike and then relaxed his hole. I backed away from his ass, releasing his cheeks and then standing.
Jere was gripping onto the railing, I think in an effort not to collapse. He had a big grin on his face. I would have normally said a shit eating grin, but this was definitely a cum drinking grin. He had strings of cum across his chin that he wiped up and then licked off of his hand.
He blinked a couple of times and looked at Mike, who had stood up and then me and then up at Howie. "Far out!" And we all laughed. I guess we had pretty much blown him away.
He stood there for several moments breathing deeply. Then he backed up a bit - I thought he was going to trip over his jeans around his ankles, but he bent and pulled them up part way, turned, and sat on the porch.
"Guys," he said, and took another deep breath, "guys, that was incredible. I haven't cum like that, with that intensity, in a long, long time!" He smiled and then added, "Thanks."
He reached down to a backpack that he must have put down before he started watching. He opened it and handed Howie a bottle of tequila, margarita mix and a bag of limes. "Enjoy," he said breathlessly, "you earned it!" He was smiling, and I thought he was going to cry as well.
He looked at Mike and I and smiled. "You guys were amazing!" He paused and then added, "To take care of such a fat old fart as me, was really kind of you."
"Who said you were a fart?" Howie said, lightening the mood a bit. Jere thought for a moment and then laughed. He was hardly fat and he certainly didn't act old.
"Hey, it's the least we could do for the great discounts you give," Mike said, and I nodded, trying to control the emotions that I was feeling. He was so grateful, and it wasn't as if we had done it out of pity or anything, it just seemed the right thing to do.
"You guys really have it made, being able to enjoy each other as often as you want. Make sure you treasure it and don't treat it lightly." He smiled again. "Wasn't quite able to do such things so frequently or openly when I was your age."
I moved closer and put my arm around Mike's shoulders and squeezed him close to me. He looked up at me with a quizzical look and seeing the emotion in my eyes, smiled and understood. He reached an arm around my waist and squeezed me in return. I was treasuring this moment and Mike. Damn, it felt good!
Jere got up and pulled up his briefs and pants and then got himself together. He turned to us and smiled again, waved and headed away.
"Nice guy," I said.
Howie said, "Yes. He always is nice and friendly and doesn't come across as a letch at all." He walked over and ruffled my hair, "You guys really made his day." I brushed his hand away.
"What?"
"When you do that, I like it, but I don't like it. It makes me feel like you are treating me like a little boy and I am the same age as you are." I tried to explain. "But other times, I like it because it makes me think of you guys as older brothers."
"I know what you mean," Howie said. "I didn't have any brother's growing up, only an older sister." He smiled for a moment and then said, "You know I heard a guy saying that he had 3 older sisters and the cruelest thing they did to him was torment him when he turned 12 that he hadn't started his period yet." I started laughing and so did Mike.
Howie laughed and added, "Yes, I kind of felt that way as well. My dad traveled a lot and wasn't around, so it was my Mom and my older sister all the time. So I knew more about what girls did than guys." He looked at me and then Mike, "No, I don't think that is why I am gay." He smiled. He was still touchy on the subject.
Mike and I still had hard cocks and Howie's was soft and glistening. Mike said, "Tim, you came last night and this morning. Did you ask for permission?"
I thought and was stunned, "I didn't think that ...."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, you didn't think." But I could tell he wasn't mad.
"I think we need another swim to cool you off a bit." He turned and started walking down to the beach. Howie went into the cabin and came back out with a net bag with beer in it.
"Let's swim out to the platform and relax out there." Mike and I were already up to our knees in the lake. I dove in and swam, slowly out to the lake enjoying the feel of the water across my hard cock. Eventually the cool water had its effect and I softened up a bit by the time I reached the dock. I pulled myself up the ladder and sat on the dock waiting for the other two to join me. The sun felt good as it dried me.
The two of them came out of the water and Howie handed us each a beer. We popped the tops and sat around savoring them. I was also savoring the views of these two hot guys.
Mike told Howie some of his background and about his brother's. I interrupted and had him tell the story of his father teaching him how to jerk off. Howie was as amazed as I was.
We shifted around and I lay down on my stomach and Mike moved over and rested his head on my side like a pillow and we kept talking and drinking. The warmth of the sun relaxing us along with the beer.
Howie told of how in high school he had dated girls, but never got very far. He would sit in the back seat with his date while his friend sat in the front seat making out with his girlfriend. He tried kissing and hugging his date, but nothing felt special or unique. He friend would always talk about coping a feel of his girl friends breast and trying to get his hand into her panties.
He never tried that feeling that my girlfriend wouldn't like that. But of course he told his friend that he did. Howie remembered getting excited when his friend talked about his girl friend taking his cock in her hand and playing with it and how excited he got. That had made Howie hard, but he didn't understand why.
One time when Howie was double dating with his friend and they had stopped and parked, Howie's girl friend reached over and grabbed Howie's cock through his pants. He liked someone else touching him, but wasn't so excited that it was her. He was imagining his friend in the front seat with his cock out.
Howie said how he had just thought he was a late bloomer and that he would start feeling the way the other guys were saying they felt. Then his uncle had shown him the joys of man to man sex, in a very gentle way and then the guys in the bunkhouse had furthered his education.
By the time, Howie finished telling his story; we had each had two beers and were feeling very mellow laying the in warm sun. Mike with his head still resting on my lower back said, "I have to pee." I think he was just planning on laying there pissing. In fact, I was feeling the need as I felt the pressure of his head on me.
Howie surprised me by saying, "Don't waste it, Mike." He rose up and moved over closer to Mike. "Mike, get up on your knees and just cover me in it." He had lain down next to Mike.
"Sure," Mike said in a very mellow voice. I think we were all a bit buzzed from the beer and the sun. Mike moved up and around until he was kneeling next to Howie. He took his cock in hand and pointed it at Howie's crotch. He smiled and then began pissing. He covered Howie's cock and balls in a thick stream of yellow liquid.
Howie's cock swelled a bit and then he let loose and began pissing all over himself, getting it as far as his face and then across his chest. Not to be left out I got up and moved over to Howie, I closed my eyes and concentrated and finally got a flow going. Then I opened my eyes and started directing the stream. I got Howie square in the crotch and then smiled and moved up and started spraying Mike. He laughed and tilted his head back and opened his mouth. I couldn't resist; I pointed my cock and filled up his mouth.
Howie was making noises, so I looked and he had his mouth open, so I put the last in his mouth. When I was finished, we all started laughing. We were buzzed and had just acted like frat guys and it had been fun.
I was still standing there dick in hand when I heard, "Hello!" I looked up and saw two guys coming towards us in a canoe. They looked to be in their late twenties, early thirties. They seemed to know how to paddle their canoe as they brought up to the dock in quick strokes. Howie raised up on his elbows to look at them.
They were both wearing red swim shorts and sun glasses. Their tans, haircuts and physical aspects looked similar; I wondered if they were brothers.
"Hi, I'm Kile and this is Kit," the guy in the front of the canoe said. "We put in at the other end of the lake and have been paddling around seeing the sights." He made a point of moving his gaze to each of us. I realized that they had to have at least seen my piss antics and possibly the rest of us. He had an accent, but I couldn't place it.
Howie spoke up, "I'm Howie, this is Mike and this is Tim." I tried not to blush as I was introduced, naked and probably dripping piss from the end of my exposed cock.
There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds and then Mike said, "We're just hanging out, having some beers, relaxing. You guys are welcome to join us," he made a gesture to the platform.
Kile looked at Kit who shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Yeah, I think I could use a beer and a break. You wouldn't have any Thirsty Dog would you?"
"No, what's that?" Howie asked getting to his feet.
"Australian Beer, from Queensland," Kile answered. Australians. That was the accent. They looked like decent enough blokes. I chuckled to myself. I was really feeling the beers.
Howie passed around the beers and we sat in a circle sucking down ice cold beer. Howie had the remainder dangling off the side of the platform in the cool water under the float.
Mike, ever the exhibitionist, sat with is legs wide spread and I was sure his cock was swelling. Howie sat legs straight out, dick on top, bracing up on one arm. I sat crossed legged trying not to be quite so much on display; although there was no doubt that they could see everything.
After the first big draft, Howie asked them where they were from and what they were up to and Mike almost at the same time asked if they didn't want to get more comfortable, meaning lose their shorts.
Kile and Kit looked from Howie to Mike and then once more at all three of us, laughed and stood, dropped their shorts and sat back down. They had on sunglasses so we couldn't see exactly where they were looking, but there was no doubt where we were looking. They were both uncircumcised and had incredible tan lines where their shorts hand been. The stark contrast of the tan upper bodies and legs to the white was dazzling and then their auburn pubic hair stood out all the more against the white. The same hair was sparse but visible over their balls. When they moved I noticed that they weren't tan right in their armpits and had the same dark auburn hair there as well.
Kile then began to explain, "My brother, Kit and I are out on holiday, exploring your country, taking our time and trying to just enjoy some of the less touristy areas. You know, just trying to get a sense of the land and the people."
"And what do you think so far?" Mike said, leaning forward a bit and swelling a bit more, pointedly taking in their crotches.
"I find that the people here tend to be very open," and he moved his head from one of us to the next and I got the joke and laughed.
"Does this openness bother you?" Howie asked.
""Nah, mate. However, while we approached you, it was apparent, that you are a bit more open than the general populous." I blushed.
"Yeah, Tim just can't keep it in his pants. He liked to use that hose whenever he can," Mike said and I wanted to kick him!
Kile choked on his beer a bit and then laughed. "See that's the kind of humor and openness I am taking about. You might hear that back in a pub back home, but not much in the taverns around here."
"What do you guys do when you aren't traveling the world?" Howie asked, taking another chug of his beer.
"We work for a software company in customer support," Kile answered and Kit nodded his head.
"Well, if you were supporting me, I'd definitely be a customer!" Mike said and took another swig of beer.
I almost blushed at Mike's forwardness. But Kile looked at Kit and then laughed and said, "If you were a customer, I wouldn't mind supporting you." And he elbowed Kit. He shook his can indicating it was empty and Howie pulled up the net and passed out another round.
"And just how would you support me?" Mike asked visibly swelling.
I tried to look sureptiously at their cocks, but failed because Kile caught me looking at spread his legs a bit. I blushed a bit again. Damn, I had to get that under control!
"On my hands and knees," Kile said, smiling.
"So you two are into guys?" Mike asked pushing the subject.
Kile laughed and said, "No, we definitely like the sheilas but don't mind guys if they aren't around. How do you Yanks say it, 'any bloke in a storm'?"
Howie choked on his beer and laughed, "Actually, it's any port in a storm, but bloke works well, too."
"So do fool around with each other?" Mike asked, obviously thinking of his brothers.
"Just the occasional wank together when there are no sheilas about." Kile said spreading his legs a bit wider looking over at his brother and smiling.
"Your brother, he's the talkative one?" Mike said pointing to Kit.
"No, he's just mute, like your friend here," pointing to me. I blushed again.
"Yeah, he's mute but he gives great blow jobs!" Mike said looking at me.
"Fuck you!" I said.
"Yeah, it's one of the few words he knows!"
"Asshole!"
"That's the other one!" Mike said laughing.
"Yeah and I have a asshole clown exhibitionist for a roommate," I said okay with the joking now.
"He's the only exhibitionist?" Kile said, looking at the three of us and I was remembering what they saw when they rowed up.
"Actually, Tim here is the star this weekend. He just can't get enough man to man sex. The man is a human vacuum cleaner," Mike said looking over at me.
I blushed and Mike added, "And the only thing better than his mouth is his ass. He just loves to have it filled with a real man," Mike grabbed his cock and wiggled the swelling member. The beer really had to be getting to him, he wasn't usually this mean to me and it hurt a bit. For him to put me out and down in front of strangers was not like him. He had done it a couple of times when there were people around that he knew and I didn't, but he didn't know these people at all. It stung just a bit.
Kile looked at Kit and smiled. "Right, you Yanks are just having it about with us. What do you call it, pulling our foot?"
Howie choked on his beer again, "Pulling your leg." He swallowed and said, "Actually, I was riding his ass earlier this morning, nice and tight!"
"And he really does love to suck cock. Some stranger came by this morning and he started sucking before the guy had his pants open." Mike was laughing away.
I got up and dove off the platform and swam back to the shore, the lake water washing away the tears that had started to form. That had really hurt.
The alcohol had really hit me and it was taking longer to get to the shore than I had expected. I thought I heard my name but I just kept swimming. I got to the shore and staggered a bit getting out. I walked up to the cabin, hearing my name called out. I went into the cabin, grabbed a towel, did a quick swipe of my body and headed off to the bedroom.
I lay down and hated myself for being childish and so sensitive and hating Mike and Howie for heaping it on me. It had been such a short time since I had even been able to admit that I liked guys and now I was being told I was a cocksucker to total strangers. It really stung. There were connotations that floated around in my head with that term and the associations weren't always nice. It was a derogatory term used in high school to denote someone lower than an asshole and lower than a scumbag.
I thought for a moment and then laughed at myself. I had sucked cock and I did like it! So what was the big deal. Then I thought again, scumbag - such a strange word. Lots of people used it but most probably didn't know that it meant a used condom. I laughed again.
I lay there berating myself again and then decided that since I was here and alone I might as well work on my school work. It would be my penitence for being an asshole on the float.
I grabbed my books, ipod and earphones and sat at the table. I put the earbuds in, set the ipod to an alternative playlist and began to dig into the books. The task seemed over whelming but I knew I could do it if I just did one piece at a time. I opened a book and began to work.
After a bit, I had to pee, so I got up carried the ipod with me to the bathroom, stood over the toilet and let loose. I thought of pissing on Mike and Howie on the float and smiled. That had been a rush. My cock swelled a bit at the thought even as I remembered I was supposed to be pissing off of the back porch. I finished up and started to shake off the last drops, but instead wiped it up with my finger and brought it to my lips to taste. Still didn't care for the taste, but Mike and Howie seemed to enjoy it.
I flushed and headed back to my work. I resisted looking out the back door to see what they were up to.
I dug back into my books and got lost in the work. It had been a while since I had studied and some of it came back to me, other stuff was new and took a bit to grasp, especially the math.
My mind would drift off once in a while as I wondered when this material had been covered. I would think of the hours and days of time with Mike and focusing on sex. I would shake my head and focus back on the book in front of me. And occasionally a song would come on that I would stop and listen to the words: Bitter Sweet Memories, Can I Forgive Him, It's a Good Day to Die - that was depressing and I was so glad I was beyond my dark moments of the past weeks - and then Chasing Cars came on and I kept hearing " If I lay here would lie here with me," and I would think about laying next to Mike. It was so great and amazing. My eyes welled up. I wiped them, finished listening to the song and then went back to studying.
It must have taken me hours to complete, but I had finished it all. I reached up and stretched and saw that the sun was down quite a bit. I wondered where the guys were and what they were doing. They couldn't still be having sex out there on the float could they? Did they have that much stamina?
I packed up my books, pulled out the earbuds, turned off the ipod, packed it all away and stretched again. I went to the fridge and got a beer and took a big swig. Man that was refreshing. I chugged another swallow of the beer and then went out onto porch to see if I could see the guys.
I stood at the edge of the porch pissing off the edge trying to make out what was going on, on the float. I shaded my eyes against the glare of the lowering sun. It looked like they were lying on the float. I called out Mike's name. No response. I called out Howie's. No response. I became a little worried. What if those guys had banged them over the head or something?
I put my can down on the railing and walked down to the water's edge and called again. Nothing. I became even more worried. I moved a bit faster and dove into the water and swam out there. As I swam I started imagining all sorts of bad things that could have happened to them. That only made me swim faster.
I really poured it on and reached the float. As I grabbed for the ladder I called out Mike's name. No response. I nearly vaulted up the ladder. Mike was lying on his back and not moving and Howie was on his stomach not moving. I ran over to Mike to see if he was breathing. I touched his neck as I had seen on TV. I felt the slow throb of his heartbeat. I shook his shoulder and called out his name.
"'Sup?" he said in response to my shaking. Drunk. The fucker was drunk. Asshole! He had really scared me. I ran my hand through my hair dripping water on him. I looked him over as he moaned. He was sunburned and I had to laugh 'cause it looked like Max was getting pretty red as well. He sat up and shook his head trying to focus on me. He sat up and looked at me and said, "What?"
"Asshole!" I said laughing and bent down and pushed him into the lake. He hit with a splash and came sputtering to the surface.
"What did you do that for?" he was treading water looking up at me. I only smiled at him and walked over to Howie and repeated the process of dripping water from my hair onto him. I didn't even let him get to a sitting position before I dumped him into the water as well.
He had less time to wake up and focus before he had to get to the surface. He came up sputtering and yelling, " Fucking, cocksucking, asshole!" He looked up at me. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Waking your sorry asses up," I said, standing with my hands on my hips, not trying very hard to hold in the laughter at the site of these two struggling to tread water.
Mike had made it back to the ladder. "Nope. No more time up here. Head back to shore. Last one there gets fucked by me!"
Mike managed to smile and looked at Howie. Howie shook his head, still getting it together. I dove in over their heads and headed in. I swam easily; at one point turning on my back and doing the back stroke while I looked to see how far back they were. Mike was side-stroking and Howie was pacing him. I laughed again, turned over and swam into to shore. I got up and looked back. They were about half way back. I sat in the water at the sandy edge of the lake enjoying the feel of the water as it lapped around my crotch.
Howie hit the beach first and I saw that Mike had been holding back until Howie stood up. Mike came out smiling and holding his arms out from his sides, "Damn. I guess I lost!"
"What did you two assholes do after I left?" I asked them as I stood and walked with them to the porch. We grabbed towels and began to dry. It was obvious that Howie's back was sunburned and Mike's front, including Max.
"We drank beers with the blokes from Australia and they continued to banter with us, throwing out innuendos and I kept trying to get them to make move. Finally, Kile agreed to fuck Howie and I got to suck off Kit, which was really wild. I guess he really was a mute, because he didn't make any noise when he came except for his ragged breathing. But boy did he beat me on the shoulders and pull my hair when he came. And he shot forever!" That twinge of jealously flashed through me again.
Howie was drying his hair, "And Kile, pounded my ass for all he was worth. He kept calling me his fuck bitch. He wouldn't fuck me, looking at me. I had to be on my stomach and he spread my legs and entered me using his spit for lube."
"Neither seemed to care whether we got off or not. I think they really did prefer 'sheilas' and we were just any 'bloke' in a storm," Mike said and then added, "But that didn't mean Howie and I didn't enjoy it."
"Howie smiled and said, "You bet. It was one powerful fuck! When they finished, we sat around and had another beer together. They told us a bit about where they live and all," he stopped and then looked at me.
"Wait, you left rather quickly. I am sorry, if I poured it on too much." Howie really looked sincere.
"Yeah, I mean yes. I am sorry, Tim. I obviously hurt and embarrassed you," Mike said moving up, putting an arm on my shoulder. 'Will you forgive me?" He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes, making his lips pout.
"Asshole." I said, then added, "Yes, I can't stay mad at you. But yes, it stung. I am still getting used to this and to your kidding. I can't always tell when you are joking and I guess I am still sensitive to some of those terms, especially in front of a couple of strangers."
"I am sorry," he came in and wrapped his arms around me. "Ow! That hurts!" He meant his sunburn. At least I hoped that is what he meant.
"I have some green junk in the cabin. We should get some on right away." Howie went into the cabin with a bang of the door, leaving Mike and I alone. I bent in and kissed him lightly on the lips which sent a thrill up my spine.
"I'll forgive you as soon as I fuck your ass!" I smiled at the look on his face.
"You get made when I talk about you in those terms, but you can be really forward and blunt and I have trouble putting the two pieces of you together."
"I guess you are just a bad influence on me. "
I leaned in to kis him again, but the screen door banged and Howie said, "None of that mushy stuff. It is time to play Doctor." He handed me a bottle of green gel. "You can do Mike first," then he thought and added, "I mean with the gel."
I hit him on the shoulder and sat down while Mike moved up in front of me. I took the bottle, upended it and squirted out some on his chest.
"Shit! That's cold!"
I laughed as I rubbed it in across his red chest. I loved feeling his body. I spread the gel across his chest, shoulders, arms, neck and face. Then I started on his stomach and worked my way down. I bypassed his crotch and told him to put a leg up on the bench between my legs. As I worked on his leg, spreading the gel, his toes were playing with my cock. "Stop it!"
He laughed, but I grabbed his foot and put the gel on it. Then he switched legs and we went through the process again, Timmy getting excited at the attention.
Then I took huge gobs of the gel and lathered it on his dick and balls. "Cold!" he said as I coated his cock with the gel. He shriveled just a bit from the coolness of the gel and his balls drew up as I lathered them next.
When I was finished I looked him over. He has kind of a green sheen. I thought it was funny and laughed and it was his turn to say, "Asshole!"
I laughed and told him to go away and started to work on Howie, but I started at his feet and worked up the back of his legs. Mike went into the cabin and soon came out with a bang of the screen.
I had to stand to do Howie's back and shoulders. I was still amazed at the way his hair was all the same length on his body and so straight.
"While you finish him up, I'll do you," Mike said. I felt him apply the coolness to my balsa and Timmy liked that and began to fill out. Then it started to get warm and warmer and soon it was burning.
"Mike! Stop! It burns. Mike! Fuck!" I stood back and looked down. Mike was smiling and holding up a tube of bengay.
"Asshole! Make it stop. It fucking burns!"
I dropped the bottle of gel and tried wiping the stuff off of my balls. Some got on my dick and that began to burn. "Make it stop!" I screamed. "It burns!"
Mike laughed and said, "There is nothing you can do. It won't hurt you and it will stop in a bit."
"Asshole! Make it stop! It burns! It hurts! Come on!" I grabbed the towel and wiped my balls and cock. It didn't do any good. I turned and sprinted off the porch and dove into the lake. I tried washing it off but it continued to burn. At least the coolness of the lake water seemed to make it a bit cooler, but it was so painful. Fuck!
Mike and Howie were up on the porch laughing at me. Then they stopped and were talking to each other. Mike finished putting the gel on Howie's back. Then they sat down on the porch steps and told me to come back up.
The burn was easing just a bit. I walked out of the water trying to keep my legs from touching my dick and balls. Timmy was not happy with the situation!
"Asshole!" I said looking at Mike again. "That's twice today. What are you trying to do, go for a record?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I never grew out of the prankster stage. Has it quit burning?"
"No! It is still burning, Fuckhead!'
"I'm sorry. Remember me telling you about my brothers and how we used to play standit, seeing how much we could put on ourselves.'
"You would do this to yourself?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I told you my brothers and I did weird shit." He smiled and then added. "But really if you are hard, just a bit on the shaft of your cock is such an amazing turn on; your cock just swells up that much more!"
"Yeah, maybe another time." I still stood with my legs spread wide. "You are still going to get yours."
Mike stood and went back to the table on the porch. He spread the towels over it, doubling up the towels in the center. He lay down on his back and brought his knees up and panted his feet, spreading them wide apart. "I'm, ready when you are."
Timmy liked that idea and began to swell, despite the warmth still in my crotch. I head towards the stairs when Howie stood and whispered in my ear. I moved my head back and looked at him with uncertainty. He leaned in and whispered some more. After I a bit, I got what he was saying and Timmy liked the idea as well.
I walked up on the porch and looked at Mike spread out there. I was a wonderful sight. Howie, opened a little cabinet on the back of the porch and handed me a bottle. I took it, looked down and saw that it was lube.
I took the bottle and moved over between Mike's legs. I squeezed out some and worked it over my fingers. Then I bent down and began massaging it around Mike's hole. Then I applied a bit more and then slipped one finger into his hole. He sighed and relaxed. I was easily able to move a second finger in. I got some more lube and spread it around and continued to stretch his hole. I couldn't believe Howie's suggestion, but it sounded like fun to try.
I worked a third finger in and Mike was really moaning now as his head rolled back and forth. He was obviously enjoying this. Mike hole had expanded and stayed open each time I removed my fingers to get more lube.
Finally, I couldn't wait any more. I applied some lube to Timmy, who was eager for the action to begin.
Mike raised his legs as he saw me applying the lube to my cock. I said, "No, I think you need to work a bit more for this. Get over here." I moved and sat on edge of the table. Mike got up and looked at me. I just smiled.
He started to sit on my lap with his back to me, and I said, "No, turn around, I want to see your face."
He turned around and with some adjustment of his legs, kneeling one on either side of me; he began to settle himself down onto my cock. I groaned. Man that felt great! Mike sighed as well as he settled down onto my cock.
He began to slowly work himself up and down on my cock. I let him control the depth and pace, closing my eyes for a moment lost in the wonderful sensations. Then I lay back and pulled him tight against me and whispered into his ear, "Lay still."
He did and I looked over his shoulder. Howie was moving up behind Mike rubbing lube into his hard cock with a big smile on his face. I nodded and he moved up behind Mike. I held onto Mike as he raised his face up and looked into my eyes. I smiled and said, "Shhh"
I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. I felt Howie's cock against the base of my cock as he pressed to insert it into Mike's ass. I felt Mike tense for a moment and then felt him relax. Howie worked slowly. I could feel him inching up along my cock as he began to penetrate Mike along with me. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be stretched that much to accommodate two cocks!
I heard Mike sign into my shoulder as Howie pushed deeper. Finally I felt him stop. Then I felt him flex his cock against mine. I thought I was going to explode!
Then Howie began to slowly work his cock back down, but not out. He began sliding along my cock in and out of Mike's hole. It felt great from my position and judging from Mike's reaction as I held him close to me, he was enjoying the feeling. I reached up and moved his face so I could see his expression. He was smiling. At first he had his eyes closed, then he opened them and looked at me and smiled and then as Howie pushed in deeply, his eyes rolled up and he put his head back on my shoulder.
Howie did that for several more minutes, slowly working his cock all the way in and out. The sensation was so strange, like having my cock fucked in a tight warm cocoon.
After a bit more, he removed his cock and I moved Mike's hips. He got the idea and started working his ass on my cock, fucking himself with my cock. It felt so great. I could feel him clamp down around my cock as he worked away on it. The look on his face told me that he was beyond enjoying this, it was sending him deep into ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Howie had moved around and was standing on the bench on the other side of the table. He held Mike's head for a moment, until Mike opened his eyes. Then he directed Mike's mouth onto his cock. Mike sighed around it and Howie pushed it deep into Mike's mouth and I was looking up between Howie's legs seeing his balls swinging as Mike's nose was buried in the skimpy hair at the base of his cock.
That three way action began to take on it's own life, each scene playing off the other until we were totally lost in lust. I put my head back and sighed. Fuck! Was I glad that Mike was my roommate!
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