The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I feel kind of funny-like, you know, um... I hope I'm not breaking up anything personal?"
Patrick sort of had his reservations. After all, tonight was supposed to be special. In lieu of their senior prom, the two had planned, chosen this night of nights to be their last high school fling before college. Sure, they've participated in many bouts of oral sex since about eighth grade, but tonight was supposed to be the granddaddy of them all.
"So, where do you want me?"
Yet, Patrick had a good, good feeling about Tony joining them.
Seeing this may be disturbing Patrick, the three-way thing, Tony resigns, "Uh, no. Maybe this isn't a good idea."
"Of course it's a good idea," Jason begs to differ. Maybe he was convincing himself with the idea of holding his rigid cock in his hand with hidden intentions. "Right Patrick?"
"Uh, yeah." And speaking from the heart, "You look hot Tony."
"Oh really," Tony melted. "And what exactly do you find hot about me?"
`Oh brother!' Jason sighed to himself. He's read about stuff like this; two guys in bed, one getting all mushy instead of breeding some hot sex. "Here," Jason plops himself into the bed, scooting over as far as he can, "you get in the middle Tony."
Looking for permission, Tony glances to Patrick.
"It's okay," Patrick says. And to convince Tony, even though he was having conflicting thoughts of whether this was going to be a turn-on for himself, "I think it could be hot, Tony."
It was his own bed, but felt a stranger when flanked by Jason on his left and Patrick crawling in on his right.
"Um, I never did anything like this guys," Tony said, nervously.
"That makes two of us," Jason agrees.
"Three," Patrick throws his two cents in.
Already comfortable with touching Jason, Tony's left hand slithers it's way down Jason's stomach, "Hmm, some nice fur for such a young man."
"Thanks," Jason took it as a compliment, knowing he had no choice in the making of the short-cropped circle of teen hair around his belly hole. "Feels good," he adds.
"I know what could make it feel better!"
All eyes were on Tony as he rose up out of the bed, got to his knees and then doggie-walked around until his knees were planted, one between Jason's legs and the other on the outside.
"What're you gonna do?" Patrick asks, turning to his side, parking his elbow in the pillow and positioning his head in his palm. By instinct, as Tony began lowering his shoulders, his mouth opening, tongue jutting out and then the first lick, his tongue swiped over Jase's bellyhole.
Patrick's hand found it's way to his jewels.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Sighed Jason when Tony licked up the treasure trail, over his belly hole and nonstop licked between his pecs.
"Wow!" Patrick exclaimed.
"What?" Tony and Jason turned their heads and ask.
Excited, Patrick replies, "Keep going! You've really got my loins tingling!"
Cheerfully, Tony tells him, "After I take care of this sausage I'll come take care of your baloney!" But before Tony returned to his oral ministrations, he reaches across the open space of bedding and takes the shiny metal hanging from a chain, from around Patrick's neck. "Hey, what's this?"
Jason jumps in with, "Patrick's good luck charm."
"Kind of tiny writing. What does it say?"
He lets go and Patrick takes hold of it. Looking at one side he tells, "Says Be it, wherever you go," he flips it over, "good fortune will follow."
"And has it worked?"
"Not yet. I'm having to stroke my own cock!"
It made Tony laugh out loud. "The guy's got a whit! Like I said, after I work your friend's cock over, I'll be there to take care of your monster!"
A half hour later, Patrick was still waiting for some oral satisfaction. Sure, it was cool watching his best friend lying there, and this big beefy, hairy twenty-seven year old lick, suck Jason all over, from head to toe. He even kind of got a kick out of watching the two suck lips, but somehow he was slowly losing the lust for having Tony do the same for him.
Tony looked up suddenly, temporarily stopped sucking Jason's balls, "Where're you going Patrick?"
"I'm kind of thirsty. I thought I'd get a drink of water, okay?"
"Help yourself." And Tony went back to helping his own self!
Wandering out of the room Patrick closed the oral world behind him. "Great," he said sarcastically to himself as he felt up his soft crotch. At least he squeezed a bit of cum out of his cock, smearing it on his own stomach. Walking out to the kitchen, right outside the door of the bedroom, he passed by a table. He backed up, seeing a pile of DVD's on the shelf underneath. He looked around, seeing a Tv, a DVD player attached. No sense looking if there wasn't anything to play them on. Maybe he'd find some hot action adventure movie. Patrick found `hot action adventure' alright! "Whoa!" he said out loud, seeing the picture of some hot, hairy, Italian dude on the cover, black straps crisscrossing his chest, one 'belt' down his stomach. He couldn't see the dude's crotch on account of two younger guys were busy licking it! "Awesome!" he said out loud. Turning the DVD around, he read to himself, "Watch Conner whip his harem of
boys into shape..." It was enough to stoke Patrick's interest. Especially eye-catching were the two boys, totally in the buff, stroking their own magic wands. Forgetting the glass of water he popped the DVD in.
Four hours later Patrick wasn't counting, but he had enough cum sloshed on his own chest and stomach to soak a towel. In front of him on the table were several DVD's spread out, some open. After his last bout, his teen cream soaking his pubes, he thought about what was happening in the bedroom. Sure, he turned a couple of times, hearing moans and groans, shouts of glory, knowing it wasn't all coming from the Tv speakers, but somehow it was more fun watching it on screen than live. But having enough, at least he figured his balls were strained enough, he approached the bedroom.
"Guys?" he asked as he pushes the door open. Dead silence filled the room and for all intensive purposes, that's how the scene looked. Lying there, side by side, the two lay cuddled. Even though Patrick had great sport in jerking off to the hot guys on the screen, he frowned upon thinking about Tony's last words to him. Pondering the thought, he said, "Thanks for the hot blow job Tony. I hope you got the fuck of your life!" Closing the door, Patrick walked back to the DVDs. Before sitting down he thought about how he might get comfortable and then it would hit him; he had to piss. So, proceeding to the very small jon, he stood there and tried to force it out. Stubbornly the dam of leftover cum came out. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed when it squirted off target. "Never fails!" He commented. He wore a smile. Happened every time he jerked off, some would get bottled up inside his cock and then only pressure could clear his tube.
"Oh cool!" He said, searching through one of the four kitchen cabinets, finding a package of Oreo cookies. With a bottle of milk and a glass, he made himself a meal. About two cookies later he started dunking them. First one, then two at a time. Patrick knew it didn't take long for one to get all soaked up with milk, but two was an experiment. "C'mon, c'mon," he impatiently held the Oreo, waiting for it to get `heavy'. Sensing it was ready to eat, he daintily lifted it out, held it high in the air, opened his mouth and.... "Oh shit!" Just as he was ready to put it in his mouth, the chocolate cookie broke away at his fingertips. He backed out. He laughed at himself, seeing the trail of mush from about center chest to his pubes. And there, resting on the upper part of his cock, right at the base, were most of the two smooshy cookies.
The more Patrick tried getting it all in one scoop, the more the cookies broke apart. He smiled, thinking how kinky he was, holding his cock and surrounding it with the cookie. "Feels kinda good!" He voiced his opinion. "Hmm..." and with a big smile on his face he dunked another Oreo. Soaked, saying, "Bonzai!" The cookie touched base with his chest and instead of a big smoosh, it rolled right down his chest, over his bellyhole, and kept on going. It sideswiped his cock and he heard it kerplunk onto the floor. "Oops!"
Leaning over, he looked for it. But then he discovered something very, very strange. His chin almost touched his own cock. He grinned. "Should I?" Caving his abs in as far as possible Patrick pressed his chin back into his neck region. Sticking his tongue out he licked the cookie mess from the side of his cock. "Oh fuck was that hot!" Positioning himself again he did another sideswipe. "Cool!" The more he tried licking his own cock the harder it got. The harder it got, the longer it stretched out. "Wow!" he said to himself after bending over and taking his own cockhead in his mouth. But "Whew!" he thought. It sure did take a lot of energy. Hearing something in the other room, his lips puckered and he pulled off, making a sucking sound. "Oh shit!" he cried out, rushing about to clean up the Oreo cookie mess. Suddenly he stood up, hearing the bedroom door make a creaking noise.
"What's this?" Tony asks.
"Oh. Well I hope you don't mind but I got kind of hungry, found your Oreo cookie stash and helped myself?" Patrick kind of sensed Tony had to take a leak on account of his cock `looked' sexually active. To detract from his own predicament, Oreo cookie remnants still clinging to his chest, stomach and pubes, "Um, you've got to hit the jon?"
It was a signal to Tony that Patrick was checking him out. "So you noticed?"
"Uh, yeah," Patrick replied, turning a bit red at putting himself on the spot.
Much to his surprise, Tony says, "Don't clean up just yet, okay?"
"Huh?"
"Hold that pose."
"Pose?" Patrick inquires. So he stood there. He couldn't believe he was still hungry and reached for another cookie. He heard the toilet flush and flushed the cookies down his throat with a swig of milk.
"Mmmm," Tony said from afar. "You look tasty!"
Moving his lucky charm aside, Tony began licking Patrick's chest, sliding his tongue all the way down, darting into Patrick's bellyhole and then going for the main artery.
"Um, Tony?"
"Yeah?" he asks after his knees hit the floor.
"Sorry, but it's really not doing it for me."
"Oh," is all Tony said. Then getting to his feet, "I just thought I would follow through with my promise... you know? Sucking you off?"
Patrick stood there, a crooked smile on his face.
"Oh, but I guess I'm too late.... I mean... "Then in apology, "Sorry. I guess I got too carried away with Jason."
Not that it mattered, only an inkling of information wanted, "Did he like um..."
Reading Patrick's thoughts Tony replies, "Yeah he did. Kind of a novice at it."
"It's Jason's first time."
"I know. He told me. But what do they say? Practice makes perfect?"
As a follow up, Patrick says, "Yeah and as I understand it there's a lot of guys out there to practice on?"
"The shower's not working. How about I help you get cleaned up?"
Patrick stood there in silence.
"Oh, not that way. I meant with soap and water?"
Even though the night was supposed to be spent getting it on with Jason, Patrick had a nice time getting cleaned up. He thought the Oreo cookies kind of kinky, but also the feeling of Tony's soapy hand acting as lube, toying for quite some time, till he shot his load. "Weird!" he commented, watching Tony take the ropes of cum he shot onto his hairy bod and rub it into the furry mat.
In the morning, Patrick doesn't remember it happening, but he woke up, his chest facing Jason's back, Jason's front to Tony's rear. His arm was locked under Jason's side. Loosening it disturbed the whole works.
"Hey, you didn't...."
Responding to Jason's crazy thoughts, "No, I didn't fuck you! Feel it for yourself and you'll find it's still a pea-hole!"
Tony, turned towards Jason, asking, "Um, how does he know your ass is a pea-hole?"
Reluctant to admit it, Jason leveled with Tony, "In eighth grade, we talked about guys fucking guys, okay? Like we thought what harm it could be if we stuck a finger in each other's ass."
"So! Which one of you are tighter?"
Both boys had a look on their face, staring at Tony.
"Okay, so I don't have to know, alright?"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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