It was all Ryan's idea. We all wanted to make some extra money over the summer holidays and he was the one who suggested we grow some pot at his uncle's cabin. At the end of August, the four of us hopped into Darrell's pickup truck and went up to see how the crop had come along, only to discover that the plants, though yielding some pretty potent dope, were not yielding very much of it. We figured we could turn a profit of a few thousand, but that wasn't going to foot the bill for the upcoming semester. We took time out and lit a joint. It was then that Ryan had his second inspiration.
Darrell was out in the yard, washing the pickup truck, wearing only construction boots and cutoff jeans. Ryan turned to Harry and me with a cockeyed grin on his face, the same infectious grin he had on his face when he proposed the dope growing scam, so we figured, whatever it was, we were done for.
"You know... Darrell's got a nice ass."
The reaction was, er, well, shocked. Harry looked quizzically at the joint that had just been dragging on, as if smoking it had affected his hearing. I turned beet red. My jaw dropped. My heart hammered. I looked out the window where Ryan was pointing. And you know what... Darrell did have a nice ass. And my cock was getting hard. I retrieved the joint that hung limply in Harry's fingers. This needed another toke. We both looked at Ryan. I was dumbfounded and Harry had only sufficient presence of mind to muster a "Hunh?"
"Yeah. Now, I want you to think about it guys. We're all broke. We aren't going to nearly survive next semester without a serious infusion of cash. We've got Uncle Henry's camera equipment here. I bet we could make some pretty hot shots of us and sell them to a fag magazine."
"Oh, well, sure..." said Harry, finding his voice and dripping with sarcasm, "If you put it that way... No!"
Finally, in deference to our current poverty and to Ryan's persistent badgering, we agreed to at least let him ask Darrell when he came in. Which he did. But Ryan made it seem to Darrell that Harry and I were already onside and before we could object Darrell said "Cool". In the interim between proposing the shoot to us and Darrell's return from the yard we had finished off another joint, and, stoned as we were, suddenly it did seem cool.
There weren't any "You first"s. Once we were agreed Ryan started the ball rolling immediately by stripping off his clothes and so matter of factly that the rest of us just followed, however sheepishly.
"Let's see some hardons, boys," said Ryan, stroking himself to erection. I tried desperately to conceal the fact that I was already hard and fumbled with my trousers. It wasn't just a question of being hard, I was horny, really horny and I was terrified of this fact being discovered.
"Nervous, Ian?" asked Ryan, clapping a hand on my back. He had a broad and ingratiating smile on his face which broke the tension. I looked down at his thick, throbbing cock and told him horses would be nervous. He laughed and his right hand wandered down to my buttocks while his left hand stroked his cock. I felt his fingers nudge my crack. "I promise, I'll be gentle," he said. "Let's get my uncle's gear together and take some shots out by the truck."
While the rest of us carried out the camera equipment, Ryan thought of a further refinement, he got some oil from the kitchen to slick up our cocks. He had to set up the tripod and didn't want to get oil on the equipment so he had Harry oil him up. Harry's hands were shaking as he did so and Ryan briefly lost his grin and a bit of his load. "Nice hands," he said with a smirk. He continued setting up the camera equipment but seemed distracted, feigning confidence but plainly disturbed by having shot a bit of semen. His hardon had gone from merely hard to raging, the veins bulging and the tip a dark red. I didn't know if the other two had noticed but I could sense that Ryan was as intensely horny as I. He posed the first shot at the door to the truck, him, Darrell and Harry, with me getting out of the cab. For the second shot he said he wanted Darrell to show off the butt that had started the whole thing, so he had Darrell pose with his backside to the camera, lying on the straw in the back of the pickup.
"Loosen up," he said, taking Darrell's ass and then gently pushing down on his shoulders then turning to the camera. Harry squatted on the edge of the pickup, and, again, I was shown coming out of the truck.
"Let's give the boys something to really cream their jeans over," said Ryan, leading us back into the kitchen. "Ian, you bend over the counter and I'll get a shot that'll look like you're getting fucked in the ass by Harry."
"Gee," said Harry, looking at me sheepishly, "I don't know about this." I merely shrugged as if amused by Harry's concern and commented that I wasn't on the pill but that I didn't think we had to worry about me getting pregnant anyways. I turned my back to him and leaned my elbows on the counter and spread my legs. I looked down at my cock. It was dripping cum but the fact was disguised by the oil we had slathered it with. Harry stood in back of me gingerly taking hold of my hips while Ryan set up along side of us and took a few pictures. I blushed as he touched me and my asshole tingled. I tensed and stood stock still, afraid that if I moved or in any way responded, I would lose what little control I had left, that I would say or do something that would nail me as a queer, because, right at the moment couldn't help figuring they would be right.
"Come on, guys, work with me," said Ryan, clapping his hands. "Ian, you can do better than that. Pretend you want it, squirm, moan or something, and you, Harry, imagine you've got your cock buried up your best friend's ass and you're about to shoot your load, show me how turned on you are! Talk to him, Ian, you want it, beg him."
"Yeah," I said, weakly.
"Let me see you stroke your cock, move your butt. Repeat after me. 'Gimme that cock!'"
"Gimme that cock."
"I want that cock up my ass, man!"
"I want that..." I suddenly felt a rush. Harry's cock was pressed right along my crack. "I want that cock up my ass, man!" I began to squirm and was rubbing my ass along the length of his hardon.
"Tell him to beg for it," said Ryan, turning his attention to Harry.
"You want that hard cock up your ass, don't you?" said Harry. "You really do want to get fucked by that hot hard cock, don't you."
"Yeah, I can already feel your load ready to explode. Shove your cock up that tight ass," I said. He rubbed the tip of his cock all along my crack and when it poked against my asshole I said, "That's it, fuck me in the ass."
Harry held me more firmly and I could feel him prodding at my asshole.
"Oh, yeah," he said, his voice lower, huskier. "You like the feel of that cock in your ass?" The tip of it poked inside. Darrell had lit up another joint and passed it to me. I took a deep drag and as I did I pushed back, sliding Harry's glistening cock into me. I was shocked back to reality when I felt the confident slam of his torso against my butt. He was fucking me.
"Jesus, guys," said Ryan, moving closer, "This is great."
I tightened the muscles of my ass, trying to slow him down but Harry just seemed to get harder. I tried to get away, but was pinned to the counter and Harry grip was like steel. I could see his reflection in the backsplash. His eyes were wide, his nostrils flaring. I began to buck, my heart racing, a sensation deep inside me welling up. I was getting fucked and having an orgasm. In this state I felt helpless, completely exposed and vulnerable, and incapable of holding back.
"Oh, man," said Harry. Ryan put his hand on Harry's shoulder but Harry was determined to finish off fucking me. When he was spent he withdrew. We both had to catch our breath. I remained leaning on the counter, my knees still shaking. I was reluctant to turn and face them. Ryan grabbed a towel and wiped my ass.
"That looked intense," he said. He was surpisingly gentle, I guess he could appreciate how humiliated I felt. "Are you okay?" he asked. I said yes but still didn't move. "Man, that was hot," he said. "You didn't come, did you?" he asked. I shook my head. "It looked like you were coming. I was getting so turned on that I wanted to fuck you too," he said. He took my hips in his hands. "I wanted to bury my cock in your hot tight ass and fuck you till I shot my load." He was talking faster now, his voice huskier. "I wanted to feel your hard body under me, squirming while I fucked you." I remained rooted to the spot. Gently, but firmly, he pressed his cock against my ass then slowly pushed it in. I held my breath and when he was completely inside of me I said, "Oh, man. That feels so fucking good." I began to rock back and forth, my cock slapping against my stomach and my thighs. Darrell stood by the counter, finishing off the joint with Harry, stroking his cock. I focussed on Darrell's cock. Slightly curved, thickly veined, a glistening drop of cum at the tip. Tan shaft, thick head. He came closer. I was revolted by the idea of having it in my mouth, but turned on by the idea of making Darrell come. I nibbled on the swollen tip and flicked my tongue over the piss slit till I got used to the taste of his pre-cum. He began to squirm which got me more excited. I wanted more. I let him force his cock deeper into my mouth. All the while Ryan was riding me harder and harder, taking his cock out of my ass and plowing back in again. Darrell could hold it back no longer and shoved his cock as far down my throat as it could go and started coming. As my head bobbed back and forth on his erupting cock my mouth filled with his semen over and over while I chugged it all down. Ryan's thrusts were harder now too, I could hear his torso slapping against my ass and as I thought of myself skewered between the two of them, both erupting inside of me at the same time, a flood of cum down my throat and up my ass, I suddenly let go. The load that welled up inside of me suddenly shot forth in a blinding orgasm. After we were spent, I continued sucking on Darrell's cock till he was soft, while Ryan stayed plugged into my ass, luxuriating in the heat of it, wanting to fuck me some more, but eventually content that he was satisfied... for now.