This is just fiction, although it would certainly be fun in real life. Avoid reading this story if you are not 18 or older than 18, or if hot gay sex offends you. Please use condoms in real life. And please let me know what you think of the story.
My buddy Jeff and I have been going camping since we were kids. From those 2 scrawny boys came 2 strapping young men. When we were in our early 20's, during spring break Jeff came back to town for a visit (I could only afford community college) and we decided to go up to the lake.
The only problem was my boyfriend, Carlos. Carlos was very jealous of most of the guys in my life, and when he saw the photos of me and Jeff in nothing but gym shorts, our arms around each other as our broad chests ripple with sweat - yeah, he got jealous. He also got horny and pounded my ass into the mattress, but envy was the primary emotion.
Somewhat reluctantly, I asked Jeff if Carlos could join us. Jeff agreed, because we'd always tried to get to know each other's current boy/girlfriends anyway. So we all went to the lake for the weekend.
As soon as we got there and got everything set up, there were only a few hours of daylight left. Jeff wanted to take a swim while Carlos and I cooked dinner. He pulled off his flannel shirt, revealing his sinewy torso. To my surprise he had started to let his chest hair grow in, and it accentuated just how munchable his quarter-sized nipples and six-pack are. His ass in boxer briefs, which he promptly chucked as he got near the shore, is also quite munchable. At first I didn't want to stare, until i realized Carlos was drooling into the fry pan.
"Wait until you see the rest," I hissed into my lover's ear. And then I shoved my tongue as far as it could go. He loves that. His bulge was tearing through his faded jeans.
When Jeff got back, he didn't bother to cover up. His wild pubic bush did nothing to hide a penis that was a throbbing 6 1/2 inches and swinging wildly between his muscled thighs. I groaned and ground my crotch into Carlos' beefy denim-covered buns. I really did not want to sexualize Jeff this way, but he was making it so damn impossible. I was stuck here with Jeff the brown-haired, brown-eyed, cub bear in training and Carlos the luscious Puerto Rican gym queen with a baby smooth body and an uncut, beer can thick cock you could break your jaw on.
I was so hard I could pound nails.
We somewhat tersely ate dinner, and then sang a few cheesy camp songs. Carlos was openly ogling Jeff by the firelight. Jeff either didn't realize or didn't care. I have to admit i was ogling him too.
Finally, time for sleep. Good luck with me sleeping on my erection. When I get hard I'm about 8 inches and VERY noticeable. When we all stripped for bed I realized just how noticeable. I normally sleep nude but I didn't want to cause a scene tonight. Yet, by choosing to wear tightie whities, that's exactly what I did. My cock looked like a fucking Asgardian hammer tearing out of my briefs. It was embarrassing. And they were so tight on my ass, I felt like people could count every crack hair. I was more self-conscious than ever. Carlos and Jeff of course slept naked, making me feel all the more isolated.
I finally managed to get to sleep, after God knows how long. At first I thought I was dreaming when I felt my briefs sliding down. Then my bubble butt was exposed to the cool night air. 2 fingers sliding inside my hole helped dissipate my grogginess - a thick, fat tongue shoving itself up there made me groan. Very loudly.
"Wha....?" I heard Jeff whimper. Before I could say anything, Carlos grabbed my hand and slid it over Jeff's flaccid penis. This was wrong, to do this to my straight friend, but I was so horny with that stammering tongue against my prostate, and i had always wanted to know Jeff in every single way, as a friend and as a lover. I began to stroke him, gently at first.
"What are you DOI...ohohoh Goooddddd..."
My other hand reached up to glide across his chest carpet and tweak his nipples. Oh how I wanted to taste them. So I did. I just couldn't stop myself. I bit down on the left tit - hard. He screamed so loud the owls probably said "what??" instead of "who". Then I sank my teeth into the right one, all while I cupped his low-hangers and circled my thumb around his mushroom-sized head.
Jeff was groaning so loudly now. I had always wanted to kiss him. I moved up to his face, and he tried to jerk away. The worst thing a straight guy can do is kiss a fag, I guess. So I dove into his lap. He thrust wildly into my mouth. Damn he was horny. He showed me what a lap dance was all about. I steadied his hips as I deep-throated him all the way down. Carlos had lined his cherrybuster up to my hole and was drilling my most private pleasures areas. It was all I could do to not bite Jeff, but I couldn't hurt this god, this fantasy fulfilled. He whimpered and he ruffled my hair as I suckled his life essence. Finally he shot his hips up one final time and he came and came and came and came. White hot spurts of his juice, his present to me for 15 years of friendship and loyalty and football games and unrequited love.
I kept every single speck of cum in my mouth. Before he realized what was going on, I grapped the back of his head and smashed our mouths together. We shared a violent, sloppy kiss as I fed him his own cum. He resisted, but the nrelented, and soon we lazily tongue-kissed, making loud sucking sounds as my hard penis stabbed his abs and leaked precum into his navel.
With a major grunt in my ear and sharp teeth marks in my neck, Carlos ejaculated his load inside me. Jeff started calling me a slut and whore and hissed for me to come on his chest. I did just that.
I fell asleep between my lover and my best friend. Our arms wrapped around each other.
I'm not going to tell you that Jeff and I got married in Massachusetts or anything. We don't talk about what happened. We don't need to. Carlos and I broke up a few months later. We don't see each other too often. We don't need to either. Time has passed. I found a new love, and I still have Jeff as a friend. I also have my memories.
And no matter what, that was the absolute best night of my life.