The following is a mostly true story about me growing up in western South Dakota in the 80's. It's about my first relationship and contains some m-m stuff. If you aren't old enough or this is illegal where you live, please stop reading now.
Well enough of that. ... On with the story.
From part 8 ...
I was full aroused at this point by the movie, my bone standing at its full 3 1/2 inches. "No, I'm good." We had grabbed beers when we had first got in the hot tub, and mine was still 1/4 full. I took a swig to prove it. In my nervousness at being hard and not wanting them to know, I ended chugging the whole thing, with some of the beer spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.
"Looks like you're out now too," observed Cory, "Go ahead and get another round."
Feeling like a deer caught by headlights, I willed my little guy to relax. Just then, I was saved by the door to the to the rec room opening. Or maybe I wasn't. It was Uncle Nate stopping by for his nightly check.
"What up guys? Enjoying a nice soak?" He looked at the screen. Chris Atkin was running around in just his loin clothe and Brooke Shields wasn't wearing much more. "Tony mentioned it looked like you were having a stag night tonight." Tony was the clerk at the video store. Nothings really private in a small town.
"Want to join us?" Cory asked.
Uncle Nate looked a little longingly at the hot tub, but shook his head. "Nah, sorry. I got the night shift, just started." Uncle Nate could not tell we were going commando, the tub was frothy with bubbles, which made it impossible to see. I didn't notice until right then that Steve and Cory had moved over. They could still see the TV, but the distance between each of us had doubled.
Steve chimed in, "That's a shame. Nate, maybe next time. But how 'bout helping us out and tossing us another round of brewski."
"Sure," Nate went over to the fridge, opened the door and pulled out three cans of Coors from the fridge. One of the deputy sheriffs had a brother in Denver, and whenever he went to visit him, he'd bring back like 20 cases of Coors for a select group of friends. He tossed them to us. Asked again if all was good and bade his farewells.
** Some of you might be thinking, yeah right, the sheriff just tossed some beers to 3 underage kids and walked out. But here's the deal. First SD, especially west river isn't actually conservative as in republican as you coasties might expect. SD is Libertarian. Most ranchers actually vote democrat because of farm subsidies. We just don't like the feds telling us what to do. Case in point, I think Cory and Steve may have been legal at the time. SD didn't raise the drinking age from 19 to 21 until sometime around then, one of the last states to do so. Even now in 2011, anyone 18 -21 can drink in a bar if they are with their parents.
Uncle Nate's attitude is that high schoolers are going to drink. It's better if they drank at home with parents who would watch them. He felt this way they'd learn to drink responsibly and not risk drinking in the parks and down the minimum maintenance roads, only to drive somewhere drunk. Everyone in the county knew his feelings, and most parents agreed with him (hence why he kept his job, which was an elected position).
But... if anyone underage who had been drinking was even caught with keys in his hands (even if the car was the next county over), Nate would lock them up for the night and hall them before the magistrate where they were sure to get at least 500 hours of community service.
During the time he was sheriff, there was not one alcohol related fatality among high schoolers.**
As soon as they heard Uncle Nate's squad car drive out the driveway, Steve and Cory closed up the gaps. I'm pretty sure there was less space between us now. But I was starting to feel the effects of the first beer I had chugged down at the end, plus the heat from the hot tub and the heat from the TV. This wasn't the first beer I'd ever drunk, but I normally only had one about once a month. And now I was starting my second.
The movie kept playing. "Holy shit," I muttered as Chris Atkin started to mount Bo Derek. My cock was so hard at that point, it almost hurt. My hand wanted to go and at least rub it a little, but being in the tub with Cory and Steve I wasn't about to do that. Instead I chugged my beer some more.
The beer was half gone. I was feeling fine. Cory put his hands under the water and was moving them back and forth enjoy the water. Again he accidentally pumped my shaft. Twice! Maybe it was the beer, but I didn't think it worth mentioning and didn't feel like moving away.
Steve looked over and said, "Last one to finish their beer gets the next one." I chugged like there was no tomorrow; I did not want to saunter around with a hard. With a large belch I slammed my can down, actually remembering to dent it so it would crush easier. Steve was a heartbeat behind me and Cory finished last.
Without a word, he stood up out of the water. Suddenly Cory's crotch was at eye level. And he was boned. His dark bush framed his balls, which looked like two flesh walnuts hanging from the base of his cock. The shaft itself must have been 6 inches or more. I'd never seen anyone's boner but my own and I just stared. I was definitely feeling the effects of those two beers, seeing as I had again slammed over half of one.
Almost of its own accord, I felt my hand start to rise as if I wanted to grab hold, but I stopped myself and covered by moving my arms around in the water.
"Sorry, bro, but Brooke gets me hot," Cory said with a wicked smile. He walked across the hot tub to the steps and walked, boning for all the world to see, over to the fridge and grabbed 3 more beers. He set them on the top of the table and walked over to one of the cupboards and opened. I couldn't see what he was doing.
Steve laughed at Cory's comment as if there was an inside joke that only they knew. "Don't worry Cory, you're not the only one hard." I thought at first Steve was talking about himself, (which I'm sure it applied), but to my shock, he reached over and did a cup check on me. "Our little bro here is sport wood as well."
Steve laughed and leaned back. "Hey, Cory, we've seen all the good stuff in this movie, why don't you switch it out with Risky Business."
"Sure thing, hoss." Cory walked over to the TV and switch out tapes. He then walked back to hot tub with the beers. He carried them all in one hand. In the other he had 3 shot glasses filled with a dark liquid. His manhood had deflated quite a bit.
He sat one beer and one shot glass by each of us.
"Alright, little bro, it's time to introduce you to a little test of manhood. This dark liquid is called Jaegermeister. If you're a real man, you'll be able to down the whole thing in one gulp."
Risky Business started playing in the back ground.
"What? I can't drink that stuff, it's hard liquor." My mom had her limits.
"We're only going to do one shot. It won't hurt you." Steve encouraged. "Here, I'll show you." With that he bent his head back and slammed the Jaeger back. His face grimaced slightly, but then he grabbed his beer, which he had opened previously and gulped half the can down.
"Your turn."
I picked up the shot glass and gazed at the contents. Cory grabbed my beer and popped the top. "You'll want that ready," he said.
Before I could think about it too long, I slammed it back like it was some horrible tasting medicine....Which it was.
I almost retched. Cory handed my the beer and I chugged it, just to get the taste out of my mouth. My stomach was on fire, and I could feel this glow spreading from my stomach to my entire body.
Cory and Steve were laughing. After a couple of minutes, things seemed to settle down, and I was starting to feel really strange -- a little fuzzy maybe. I realized that when we had all sat down, the gaps between us had disappeared. I think I felt Cory's hand rubbing against the inside my thigh, even occasionally rubbing up against my balls, but I was floating too much to really notice.
Steve spoke up, "Oh man, this is my favorite part in the movie." Tom Cruise's movie parents had just left the house and he was home alone. Bob Seger's Old Time Rock and Roll started playing and Tom Cruise began dancing to it in his underwear. As soon as he started, Steve got out of the hot tub and began mimicing Tom Cruise. He must have seen this movie several times, because he copied Tom almost exactly, even at the point when Tom was on his back, throwing his legs up in the air. Only without any underwear his pecker was whipping around all over the place.
Cory and I were laughing our asses off.
Until, I suddenly wasn't feeling well. "Uggh, I'm feeling a little woosy," I said. I stood up, and the world started to spin.
Cory came over to my side, and said, "Take it easy." He lead me out of the tub. Grabbed a towel and dried me off. He led me over to one of the couches and lowered me down. "Why don't you lie here for a moment."
I blacked out almost instantly.
I'm not sure if this next part was real or a dream. But at some point later I think I woke up smelling smoke. There was an acrid sweet smell and a fruity sweet smell. I opened my eyes and saw Cory and Steve sitting on the couch across the way by the wall screen. This was known as the smoking couch, because if you smoked you had sit by the big screen, so most of the smoke would go outside.
They had a couple of candles lit. My mom loved fruit scented candles so that was the one smell. They must have been smoking cloves, which would account for the sweetness to the acrid cigarette smoke.
Steve was sitting back against the back cushion of the couch. He legs were spread, so I had a clear view of his crotch. His blonde pubic hairs were nearly invisible.
What surprised me was that Cory was snuggled up against him like you might expect a guy's girlfriend to do. He too was naked. His legs were folded up beneath him as he leaned against Steve. His penis and balls were scrunched up in his midriff and I could just see the head of his cock poking out of his dark bush. One of his hands was lightly caressing Steve's smooth chest, occasionally lowing down into his crotch. Every time his hand went down to the nether regions, Steve would sigh a slight contented shudder.
"So what do think is up with Tanner?" Cory mused. "Think he might be interested in playing someday?"
"I think he's got a man-crush on Conner Freeman. Didn't you notice how he went from bubbly to almost depressed yesterday when Conner didn't show?"
Cory gave a slight chuckle. "Yeah, maybe in a couple years when he's older we can sound him out."
"Enough talk about Tanner, bro. Enough talking period, how bout you put the pretty mouth of yours to another task."
Cory smiled. His hand dipped down more purposely and was indeed playing with Steve's cock. It began to grow. Moments later, Cory slipped off the couch and between Steve's knees. HE TOOK STEVE'S HARD MEMBER IN HIS MOUTH!!!
I almost rolled off the couch in amazement. Steve threw back his head and sighed deeply. My eyes had gone wide open. Steve began to mutter, "Oh Cory, yeah, that's it. Oh man that is amazing. .." This kept up for about 5 minutes. Steve's mutterings became more insistent, his voice a little louder. Cory's sucking became more demanding. Steve began bucking his hips. He had placed his hands on Cory's head and started massaging his scalp.
Finally, with a loud cry and final buck of his hips that he held, Steve shot his load into Cory's eager mouth. Cory remained in place, suck the boy juice out of Steve until he pulled up on Cory, probably because he was becoming sensitive.
I saw Steve lower his head and I snapped my eyes closed so that they wouldn't think I had seen them. But then I realized that I had to piss like a race horse. I decided to play the obliviate. I rolled over and made a loud stretching groan sound, like someone does who's going from a deep sleep to being awake. I heard a quick shuffle from Steve and Cory and then opened my eyes. Blearily I stood up and stumbled over to the bathroom. I must have pissed for 20 minutes. When I got out, Cory and Steve were sitting on opposite ends of the couch smoking their cloves. Apart from being naked, they looked like a couple of guys sharing a smoke. Except I'm pretty sure I could detect a faint cum smell.
"Drink a large glass of water and take a couple aspirin," Steve advised. You'll have to go to the bathroom in an hour, but then piss it out and drink a large glass of water again. Keep doing that all night and you'll wake up tired, but you shouldn't be hung over.
Without a word, I took their advise. I woke up 3 more times that night to piss and drink a large glass of water, but it worked. I woke tired, hungry, but no discernible hangover. Which was good, because that day turned out to be very eventful for me and Conner.
To be continued....
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