The Right Time

By Marc McClean

Published on Jul 12, 2004

Gay

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in your community, stop here and find something that won't get you in trouble. Otherwise, please enjoy! If you do, please drop me a note at mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com Thanks!

THE RIGHT TIME by M.J. McLean Part 7

"Oh, Nic, do it, Nic ... Nic ... Nic ... "

Mitch's body glistened with perspiration as I thrust my cock into his ass. His grip in the balcony railing tightened as I fucked harder from behind. I held onto his hips.

"Nic... yeah, Nic ... "

I saw movement down below in the apartment courtyard. It was after three in the morning -- who could be wandering around the complex? And could they see us from three stories below? I craned to look and this time I saw a shape move into view, past the tree, then under the street light.

And as I thrust my cock harder the face that looked up at me was ... Mitch? I said his name out loud.

"Mitch?" came an echo. And as I thrust harder, I found myself looking at ... Shane. I was fucking Shane.

"Nic ... Nic ... wake up Nic ... "

I sat up in bed, disoriented. Mitch was standing by the bed, trying to wake me up. My face reddened as i realized I still had a hard-on.

"There you are, sleepy head," he said, kissing me lightly on the forehead. It's 6 o'clock, we're supposed to be on the road by now, remember? You wanted us on the road by six so we'd hit the trail early enough."

I shook my head, trying to wake up.

"Boy, that must have been some dream, Tiger," he said. "At least you were saying my name." He fluttered his eyelids. "I'm going to take a shower. You can find caffeine and see if you have any ... ideas ... about ... stuff."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I could read some uneasiness in his voice. I was almost awake now. We had planned to go hiking in Sedona today. I had, in fact, insisted we hit the road by six, but apparently neither of us set the alarm clock right. That's OK, we had plenty of time.

I stumbled out of bed and staggered naked to the kitchen, where I popped open a couple of diet Cokes. My cock was still mostly hard. I felt bad about the dream, but I guess it wasn't my fault that I was seeing ... Shane! He was sprawled out on the couch. No, wait, this must still be the dream. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to sort all this out. Shane stirred. The blanket slipped off. He was wearing black 2(x)ist briefs, which he seemed to favor. He opened his eyes and spotted me.

"Wow, what a wake-up call," he said groggily.

Shit. I looked around for a cushion to cover myself, but my hands were full. Besides, I realized how silly that would look considering our earlier meetings. I sighed. My hard-on had started to go down a few minutes ago, but standing there in the living room with Shane staring, I felt it begin to rise again.

"I guess that's not for me," he said with a wry grin.

"Um ... morning wood, you know ... " I stammered.

"I meant the diet Coke," Shane said, "but that's a nice thought. I got one too." He squeezed his crotch, which did seem a little more full than it had a second ago.

"Um, feel free to hop in the shower in the, uh, guest bathroom there," I said. "Um, there's a towel on the rack. It's clean. We can figure things out after we're all dressed, I guess. Um ... here ... " I handed him a diet Coke, then scurried back to get another.

When I turned around, Shane had peeled his shorts off and was stretching, giving me the same sort of show I'd given him. He caught my eye. "Bathroom that way?" he said, turning. I nodded. "Thanks," he said. He fluffed his cock casually. "My morning wood," he said with a wink..

I made it back to the bedroom and closed the door. I set the sodas down and sank into the chair. My mind tried to reassemble the past 12 hours or so. Damn, six o'clock came so damn early. My brain was barely catching up.

Mitch and I ate out last night. In the middle of dinner, Mitch figured out that it was our two-month anniversary, if you counted back to the first time we "met" on the phone. Why he didn't count the day before, online, I wasn't clear, but I was happy either way.

In fact, I was just plain happy. I had a boyfriend! I was getting to know Mitch and we were growing closer and more intimate and we were rediscovering a lot about each other. We were spending a lot of time together, but we were trying not to overdo it at first.

We stayed over only on weekends, though lately we'd each managed to sneak a work day into the week as well, which meant racing home before 7 to shower and put on clean clothes because we were nervous about bringing clothes over. I had resolved to change that. We were grown-ups.

After dinner, we got coffee, then decided to head over to his place so we'd be ready for the hike the next morning. This time I'd packed clothes and a pack and I fetched the stuff from my car. We walked up the stairs and sitting at the top was ... Shane!

Oh god, I thought, I had a stalker and he'd tracked me here and there was going to be a big scene and Shane would insist he was the one for me and I'd ...

"Shane!" I heard Mitch call his name. Shit, it was worse than I thought. Shane had found Mitch and they were cooking something up to and it wasn't going to be good for me and ...

"Nic ... um ... " Mitch began, grabbing my arm. "Nic, this is ... uh ... Shane. We ... work together. He's the intern at the office." He raised his eyebrows when he said 'intern' and suddenly something impossible dawned on me. It couldn't be true, I knew, the world was too big, but Intern Boy was also Internet Boy.

Damn. Double damn. Somehow, we'd both slept with the same guy without knowing it.

There as a silence. "Um ... " I said. "We've met, Mitch. Hi, Shane."

"Hiya," Shane said. He looked as shocked as I did. He obviously was here to see Mitch. He wasn't sure what to say to me.

"You've met?" Mitch said. "Where?"

"We've met," I repeated. "Online." I added the same emphasis and raised my own eyebrow. Mitch looked back and forth.

"He's ... Internet Boy?" Mitch asked.

"I guess he's also Intern Boy," I said.

"Oh. My. God," Mitch said. "I can't ... " Then he started to laugh. I sighed relief when I saw his reaction and I smiled and then started to laugh myself.

Which left Shane, still utterly confused. "Guys? What do you mean 'Internet Boy' and 'Intern Boy'?"

"Let's go in and talk," Mitch said, unlocking the door. Shane hesitated, but I nodded and we all went inside. Shane looked sad, but still as hot as I remembered. He was wearing a loose-fitting muscle t-shirt, some baggy black cotton athletic shorts and flip-flops.

Mitch found a bottle of wine in the kitchen, a corkscrew and some glasses. "I think we're gonna need this."

We sat around the table. Mitch opened the wine and poured three glasses. Between me and Mitch, we figured out what had happened and when. It all fit in with what we'd told each other ... and what we hadn't, which was the identity of, respectively, Internet Boy and Intern Boy.

"But wait," I said. "You must have been here for some reason. What is it?" I asked Shane, trying not to sound to much like I suspected him of anything.

Shane sat quietly for a moment. "Listen, maybe I should go. This is ... this is ... I don't want bother you now ... " But he sat there, quietly staring at the glass. Finally he said, "I'm sorry, I just got dumped really badly and I wanted a friendly face and I didn't mean to intrude or anything ... "

Mitch and I both reached out and took one of Shane's hands. His shoulders shook a little and his face twisted as he fought back tears. Mitch stood and led him to the couch and we settled in on either side. For the next hour, Shane told us the story, how he ran into his old friend, how they started spending time together.

"We went out to the movies, to dinner, we went shopping," he said. "He was kind of shy about ... you know, touching and that sort of thing, but I figured he was just coming out to himself. He'd hold my hand in the theater and we kissed a couple of times. One night we went to Amsterdam and we actually made out for about five minutes before he decided we should go.

"I thought something might happen the day we went to the mall. Blake bought some underwear at a couple of department stores and when we got back to his place, he told me he wanted to show me what he bought. He came out of his room in his tiny bikini briefs, then a few minutes later, he came out in a thong and then some more bikinis. He thought it was great fun.:

But nothing happened. Finally, the other night, Shane and Blake were watching a movie on Shane's couch. Blake was leaning against Shane and they were sort of playing footsie. Finally, Shane decided to take things into his own hand, the things being Blake's privates.

"I moved my hand over his dick and sort of massaged it. He was half-hard, I could tell, but all of a sudden, he jumps up and starts yelling at me, saying he didn't want me to touch him there, that he thought we were friends. He was so freaked out. He was telling me how disgusting I am and asking why I had to ruin it all. Finally he left."

Shane was near tears again. "I just sat there for the longest time. I couldn't believe I'd blown it so bad. I still can't. I thought ... I just thought ... god, I'm lame."

Mitch put his arm around Shane and tried to reassure him that it wasn't about him.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Mitch said. "You're a great guy. You're smart and funny and hot as well -- " he winked at me as he said that -- "and any guy should be able to see that. You did nothing wrong.

It was clear to me that Blake had simply chickened out and wanted to blame Shane. Not many straight guys I know cuddle on the couch with their buddies or make out in the corner of a gay bar or especially put on underwear fashion shows. I told him the friend was a closet case and that Shane was better off rid of him.

We talked more, about their dates, about Shane's rocky efforts to bring his parents around, about his classes at school, about his internship at Mitch's office. We also drained another bottle of wine and before long, we were all nodding off.

"You know, Nic," Mitch said, "I think we should ask Shane along on our outing tomorrow."

I shot Mitch a look. This was supposed to be our day. A friend at work gave me a map to a small A-frame shelter with a to-die-for view and enough room to spread out a blanket and screw your brains out. If Shane tagged along, it would be just a hike.

But Shane's face had brightened at the suggestion. He apparently didn't have many gay friends. The guys he hung out with at school were straight and while they were cool about Shane, they were still straight. He gave me such a puppy-dog look that all I could do was shrug.

"If we're gonna go, we're gonna be on the road by six," I said with mock sternness. "That means it's past all our bedtimes."

"Yes, daddy," Mitch said.

"Yes, daddy," Shane echoed.

"Fuck you both," I said.

"That'd be a good trick," Shane said with a drunken leer. I ignored the comment.

"You're welcome to the guest room, Shane," I said. "I don't think you want to drive home after the wine you've had. It's got clean sheets. Bathroom's got clean towels."

Shane thanked me and thanked us both over and over for letting him talk and for being his friend. I was still a little freaked that this young guy that both Mitch and I had slept with was suddenly hanging out with us as a buddy, but I tried not to dwell on it.

Mitch and I went to bed and we both fell asleep quickly. Shane for whatever reason opted for the couch, dragging a blanket out from the guest room.

I sucked down the last of my soda as Mitch emerged from the shower.

"It's all yours," he said, grabbing his diet Coke and letting his towel drop. "Is Shane up?"

"Um, yeah, I think he is," I said. "Are you sure about taking him along today? Maybe it's not a good idea ... "

"Why not?" Mitch asked.. "He needs friends. He's young and confused and he thinks he was rejected. Let's help him out a little."

"I guess," I grumbled. "Maybe he won't want to go after all."

"Knock, knock," a voice said, opening the bedroom door. "Oh, sorry guys, didn't know you were both ... um ... "

"It's OK," Mitch said. "What's up?"

Shane pushed through the door. His hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Um ... this might sound stupid, but ... um ... all I have to wear is what I had on last night. The t-shirt and shorts are fine, but I'm not sure about the flip-flops, you know, to go hiking ... I'd run home, but it's in Tempe and ..."

"No, no, Mr. Antsy Pants here won't stand for that kind of wait," Mitch said, smiling at me. "I have an extra pair of tennis shoes that should fit you. Here -- " he ducked into the closet and came out with shoes and a t-shirt -- "and here's a clean shirt."

"Um ... maybe some socks too?" Shane said. "And ... um ... geez, I can't do that, I'll just make do ..."

Mitch found a pair of socks and tossed them to Shane. Then he opened another drawer. "I think we'll both live if you wear mine," he said dryly. "I got boxers and briefs ... "

Shane reddened a little, but smiled too. "Briefs, please ... " He caught a pair of gray shorts, hesitated just a moment, then dropped his towel. He stepped into the shorts and pulled them up, stuffing his cock and balls into the front. "Perfect fit," he said. "Maybe a bit tight in the crotch ..." He grinned.

"You wish," Mitch said. He pulled out a pair of briefs himself. "Boxers aren't the best hiking underwear," he said. His were black, but the same brand and cut as the gray ones. He pulled them on, stuffing his now half-hard cock into the front.

I was nearly hard again watching this all play out. "OK, girls, you have your fashion show, I'm going to hit the showers so we can get outta here."

When I was done, I walked back into the bedroom, drying myself. I could hear Mitch and Shane in the other room, apparently eating something, bagels maybe. I put on a pair of black boxer briefs from my overnight bag, a t-shirt, a pair of pull-on khaki shorts and my walking shoes.

Mitch, dressed in a blue t-shirt and gray athletic shorts, had already packed our backpacks and another small tote for Shane. He put a big blanket in one and some frozen water bottles in the other. Shane would carry the food when we picked it up in Sedona.

The two of them talked a lot on the way up. Shane was especially interested in how Mitch came out to his parents. He peppered Mitch with questions until it was obvious he was thinking about coming out himself. His older sister knew, he said, and was fine with it, but she had a religious husband and Shane worried that if the husband found out, he might tell Shane's parents.

Mitch told Shane in detail how he'd broke the news and how he'd kept talking about it since then.

"You can't just drop the bomb and walk away," Mitch said. "They need to be a part of your life."

I chuckled to myself. Mitch, who a few weeks ago was sweating the same situation, was suddenly giving Shane pointers like a seasoned pro. I offered my own experiences. I'd started with friends, then an older brother and finally my parents. I couldn't say we were a PFLAG poster family, but we were on good terms.

We arrived in Sedoa, stopped at a Subway to buy sandwiches and then headed up a small side road off the main highway, up to an even smaller dirt road. After a couple of dead end turns, I finally found the clearing where my friend said we could park.

Mitch packed the sandwiches in Shane's bag and passed the sunscreen around. At last we were ready. I found the trail and we set off. The incline was gentle for the most part, so were able to talk easily. We joked and traded barbs. We were becoming fast friends.

The trail narrowed as we went higher. Mitch and Shane took the lead and I followed. The two of them seemed to have bonded after their talk on the drive up. They laughed frequently and Shane playfully nudged Mitch with his hip a couple of times.

Part of me felt a tinge of jealousy, but it was drowned out momentarily by the sight of their amazing asses, which stirred another part of me. I knew Mitch's turned me on and it was perfectly framed by his gray shorts, but Shane's was equally mesmerizing, his round cheecks outlined by the cotton shorts, which clung to his body.

My cock started to grow as I imagined the two of them naked on the trail, hiking in just their gym shoes, their asses on display in the sun. I imagined the two of them together, with me watching ... hell, I imagined the three of us together, our sweating bodies ...

"Is it hot, or is it just me?" Shane said suddenly.

I shook my head, trying to forget the image.

"I say it's hot," Shane said. And with that he pulled his shirt off, using it to mop up a little sweat on his chest. Mitch shrugged and pulled his off and so I figured I may as well too. What light breeze there was felt good on my skin.

Mitch pulled out the sunscreen and insisted we put some on. We took turns doing each others' backs -- I did Mitch, he did Shane and the two of them smeared it on me. I felt my cock twinge again.

We walked a while longer and Shane stopped again. "Listen, guys, don't freak out, but I have this fantasy ... "

My breath caught.

"I just feel like ... finally going for it. You don't have to," he said, "but I have always wanted to hike naked and I just need to do it today." He slipped his thumbs in the wasitband of his shorts and dropped them to the ground. Then he shoved his briefs down. He stuffed them in his bag and let out a whoop.

"God, I feel so fuckin' free!" He jumped in the air, his cock and balls flopping.

Mitch laughed. I chuckled too and was about to say something about how I wish I were 20 again when I saw Mitch out of the corner of my eye. He pushed his own shorts and briefs down in a single motion and kicked them off. He let out his own whoop.

"You're right," he said. "This feels great. C'mon, Nic, get free!"

I was about to protest and say something about other hikers, but it struck me that if I didn't go along, Mitch and Shane would spend the afternoon naked together. Besides we'd seen no one since we arrived. Tentatively, I let my shorts drop and, hesitating a bit more, finally pushed my boxer briefs to the ground. I passed on the whoop, but I had to admit, it felt good.

I noticed Mitch didn't pull out the sunscreen this time. I'm guessing he was starting to feel the sexual energy in the air and at this point, smearing lotion on our asses and cocks could get out of hand.

We were a little quieter for the next little while, there was no doubt. It was an odd feeling and it hit me again that I was hiking naked with my boyfriend and a hot guy we'd both slept with... and that part of me -- yeah, that part -- was getting a little excited about the possibility that the three of us ...

"There it is!" Shane yelled. He took off up the trail and sure enough, we'd arrived.

My friend had warned me not to expect too much and he was right. There was an A-frame shade structure, though it was missing squares in the roof here and there, so the protection from sun or run was spotty at best, sort of like a checkerboard. It had a wooden platform underneath it, with a concrete picnic table off to one side. Some stepping stones led to a flat, rock outcropping.

"This view is fucking incredible!" Shane said. "Hurry, guys, check this out!"

We dropped out packs on the platform and walked to the outcropping. Wow. We could see for miles from here. I didn't realize we'd climbed this high. Parts of Sedona lay before us and the rest of the valley and the red rock ridges that ran through it was spread out in front of us. I moved next to Mitch and wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"How's this for a view, kiddo?" I said, kissing his neck and biting his ear. He squirmed, pressing his ass against my cock a little. I felt it twitch.

"God, this is gorgeous. I could stand here all day," he said.

We looked out at the expanse for a while longer. Shane broke the silence: "Let's eat. I'm starved, guys."

The benches on either side of the table looked a little dirty and I suggested we get dressed to eat, but Shane wouldn't have it. He pulled out his shorts and draped them on the bench.

"How can you want to get dressed out here?" he said. "This place is so fuckin' great -- I just wanna be naked in it all. It's a fuckin' turn on!" And indeed, he was getting a hard-on. He blushed a little, but gave it a pull and sat down.

We scarfed down the sandwiches and drained another bottle of water each. I was a little uneasy, worrying that we might be surprised by other hikers, but no one came. I felt the silence envelop us, the feeling of being out here in such an amazing place.

Mitch found the blanket we'd brought up and spread it on the platform in a semi-shady area. A few beams of sun made their way through. "Nap time," he said. He dropped to the ground, took his shoes and socks off and lay down on his back, spreading his arms and legs.

"God, this feels good," he said, closing his eyes.

I wanted to jump on top of him and take him right there, but instead, I took my shoes and socks off, crawled onto the blanket and lay down beside him. I kissed him and ran my hand across his chest and stomach. I looked up and saw Shane hesitating to join us.

"Lots of room here, cowboy," I said. He came over, got barefoot and stretched out on the other side of Mitch, sighing happily.

We lay there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the canyon. Beams of sun warmed our legs. My heart was beating faster. I could feel something happening, but I wasn' sure what and I wasn't sure I wanted it to happen.

Mitch rolled over on his stomach, which drew him closer to Shane. I moved over too, draping my arm over Mitch. I felt something I couldn't explain: I wanted to make love to Mitch and not only didn't I care that Shane was watching us, I felt excited by it. I caressed Mitch's back and kissed his shoulders lightly.

Shane was watching. He could feel it too, this spell of the canyon settling in. My feet nudged Mitch's and he nudged back and and we went back and forth until his left leg brushed Shane's leg. We all froze. Shane pushed back. He let his leg rest on Mitch's. I moved a little closer to Mitch and stretched my leg over until I touched Shane's. I looked over and into Shane's eyes and something passed between us.

None of us said a word. Slowly, Shane moved in closer to Mitch until their bodies were touching. Our legs moved slowly, feet stroking calves until I was never sure who I was touching. Shane haltingly moved his arm onto Mitch's back and began stroking it. I found his hand and guided it across Mitch's back. Mitch moaned softly. I moved Shane's hand down toward Mitch's ass. We each squeezed a cheek.

My cock was nearly hard now. I moved so that it rubbed against Mitch's thigh. I reached between his legs and found his balls and then his cock, which was just as hard. He moaned again and shifted his hip so it rubbed my cock a little. I watched Shane move into a similar position. I could just see his cock; it was hard too. He rubbed it gently against Mitch's hip.

Our legs tangled again. I found Shane's hand and laced his fingers with mine and we drew our hands across Mitch's back and down his ass. Shane and I were both rubbing against Mitch.

Mitch shifted so he was lying on his side, facing Shane. He pushed his ass back toward my cock, which I let slide between his cheeks. Shane looked a little nervous but Mitch smiled and I did too and he relaxed. He moved so his cock was near Mitch's. God, I nearly came right there at the sight of the two erect dicks. I reached over and took Mitch's in my hand, then Shane's and then brought them together.

I stroked the two cocks gently. I squeezed Mitch's balls, then Shane's. I ran my hand lightly down Shane's side and felt him shiver. He reached over the traced a line down my side. He slid his hand between me and Mitch and found my cock. He stroked it a little and pushed it farther between Mitch's cheeks.

Shane thrust gently and moaned. I thrust my cock toward Mitch, who squirmed between us. I couldn't remember being so turned on. We lay there like that for a while, my cock against Mitch's ass, Mitch's cock against Shane's. I reached over and caressed Shane and he ran his hand down Mitch's side and then mine.

We began to thrust and turn and squirm until our bodies writhed against each other, all three of us, in a motion that set my heart racing. I sucked on Mitch's neck. I saw Shane kiss Mitch then lean up on his elbow. I did the same and he kissed me. I caressed Shane's face, kissed him again, then returned to Mitch's neck. Shane kissed Mitch's forehead and then lay back again, slowing his movements. I did the same.

And somehow, just like that, naked, hard and entwined, we fell asleep. Maybe it was the sun, the sandwiches, the long hike, too little sleep the night before, but we just dozed off, without a word. I remember feeling an odd mixture of happiness, hornieness and aprehensiveness.

As we settled into a nap, we must have shifted around and separated because I didn't feel Mitch get up right away. I must have felt something because I finally stirred and realized he was gone. I had rolled onto my back and Shane was dozing on his stomach, his head resting on his hands.

My heart caught when I saw Mitch. He was standing on the rock outcropping, naked except for his shoes and socks. He was framed by a wide, desert sky that was dissolving slowly into a sunset in one corner.

I quietly put on my socks and shoes and walked slowly to the outcropping. I stood behind Mitch and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I leaned in a nuzzled his neck, then leaned my head on his shoulder. "This is all so beautiful," I whispered. "Us ... this view ... you ... " I kissed his neck, sucked on his ear and pushed my crotch into his ass. My cock was already half-hard when I awoke and it was nearly full-mast again. I ran my hand down Mitch's stomach and found him erect as well.

"I want you in me," he said softly. "I want you to fuck me while we look out at his. I want you to fuck me, Nic."

I thrust harder and squeezed his dick. "We don't have any ... "

"Yes, we do," Mitch said. "I brought some. In my bag."

"Where's ... " I began.

"Look down," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

His bag sat at our feet. "Damn, baby, you're a real boy scout," I said, reaching into the bag. I found a strip of rubbers and a small tube of lube.

"Eagle Scout all the way, lover," he purred. "I'm always fuckin' prepared."

I ripped open a packet and unrolled the rubber on my cock, which was dripping again in precum. I squirted a little lube on it and then some on my fingers, which I massaged into his ass. I pushed a finger slowly into him, then put a little more lube on the finger and pushed it in. I moved my finger around. He moaned.

"Oh, baby, you gotta fuck me now," he whispered.

My cock throbbed and my heart beat. I pulled back a little and eased my cock against his ass, pushing it in, inch by inch. It was awkward at first, but we found a position on the rocks that let us both stand upright. I pushed my dick all the way in and wrapped my arms around him. We both looked out at the view as I began to thrust.

God, I was in another place as I fucked. I ran my hands across Mitch's chest and stomach, chewed on his ear, sucked on his neck. I stroked his cock a little, then held onto his hips and thrust a little harder. This time he cried out. The sun burned redder now as it hit the horizon. Then I heard something behind me.

I turned. Shane was sitting upright. He watched us both. Our eyes met and I thrust my cock deeper. He gripped his own and was about to start jerking off. Instead, I motioned him over with my head. He hesitated and I nodded again. He slowly put his socks and shoes on and walked slowly to the outcropping.

He walked up to us. I slowed and reached out to grab Shane's cock, which was nearly hard now. I pulled him closer and kissed him, then motioned for him to go in front. Mitch pulled him around. He kissed Shane, then grabbed him by the ass and pulled Shane's cock toward his. He thrust a couple of times, in rhythm with my fucking. Shane moaned.

Then Mitch pushed him slowly to his knees and held his cock out. Shane looked at us both and then hungrily began licking Mitch's cock, around the head, up and down the side, the balls. Finally, he eased it into his mouth, down his throat and began to suck, letting the motion from Mitch's hips and my thrusts fuck his face.

My heart beat hard. The sight of Shane sucking Mitch while I fucked him was almost enough ... almost ... I saw the sun turn a little redder, saw Shane with Mitch's cock buried in his face. I thrust once more and ...

"Unnnnhhhh ... unnnnnhhhhh!" I cried out. "God ... god... god ... unnnnhhh ... ahhhh .... unnnnhhh ... oh, god ... " My body shuddered as I shot into the rubber. I gripped Mitch's hips. "Unnnhhhh ..." Finally, it subsided. I went almost limp. Shane had slowed a little, taken in by my orgasm. He stood, kissed Mitch and then me. I pulled out of Mitch and unrolled the condom, letting it fall to the ground.

I turned Mitch around and kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue past his lips. I pulled him close and ran my hands over his body. I reached out and found Shane and pulled him close, feeling his lips on my neck and shoulder, his hand on my body.

Mitch came up for air. Wordlessly, he found another rubber and rolled it on. He squirted lube on it and turned Shane so he was facing the sunset. He put some lube on a finger and worked it into Shane's ass, then slowly eased his cock in. Shane cried out a little, but moaned and threw his head back. Mitch began to fuck.

I fell to my knees and took Shane's cock in my mouth. It throbbed, dripping in precum. I licked it clean and let his cock slide back on my tongue. I began to suck, letting his hips fuck my face this time as Mitch fucked him. This time it wasn't going to last as long. Our bodies glistened in the fading sunlight as we found a rhythm cast by this spell.

Mitch came first, throwing his arms around Shane as his hips bucked. He cried out: "Ahhh ... ahhhh .... ahhh ... omigod... omigood!" Suddenly Shane went stiff and I felt his cock began to twitch in my mouth. I grasped his hips and held steady as I felt a stream of warm cum flow into my mouth and throat. Shane yelled: "Damn, oh shit, damn! Oh fuck that feels ... oh, god, oh fuck ... Owww .. "

We didn't move for another minute or two. Finally I got to my feet. I kissed Shane and then kissed Mitch again, deeply, passionately. We staggered toward the blanket and were about to collapse on it when ...

"Shit, guys, I hear voices," Shane said, panicked.

We listened. Voices. No doubt. Several, mostly female, coming from higher on the trail. We scrambled to find clothes, anything.

"Just get your shorts on," I said. Shane looked around and grabbed the first thing he saw -- my boxer briefs. He pulled them on hurriedly, then found his gym shorts.

"Sorry," he said, tossing me his briefs. I pulled them on and then my own shorts. Mitch had his shorts on and was slipping into his t-shirt when we saw three women and a man round the corner on the trail. We tried to look casual, waving, smiling, saying hi, howzit going. They gave us odd looks, waved, paused to look at the scene, then finally kept walking.

After a minute, we all burst out laughing. "Shit, that was too close," Mitch said. I looked around. The blanket was messy, but nothing else ... Damn. If they had looked even a little bit past us, toward the view, they'd have been able to see the used rubbers, sitting in a pool of cum. I hoped they were too far away to see what it was.

We gathered up our trash. I put the rubbers in a plastic bag as best I could, but we were leaving a little of ourselves behind. We headed down the trail, hoping to beat darkness. We didn't say much, but it wasn't uncomfortable silence either.

There was still a little light when we got to the car. We threw the bags in the trunk. I climbed in the driver's seat, Mitch got in beside me and Shane got in back. He was asleep before we hit the freeway and a few minutes later, Mitch was snoring away too, his head on my shoulder.

I was left to my own thoughts, which raced back and forth. I couldn't believe what happened today. I don't think any of us planned a moment of it and I don't think any of us could explain exactly how it happened, only that it did and that ... well, it felt good. It was honestly like a spell, even though I didn't believe in that.

We did it because we wanted to, maybe because we needed to. We were all new at this, all learning, all still not sure what we were doing. I couldn't deny how hot I found the whole scene. The threesome, being watched. Shane still turned me on and the three bodies, writhing together on the blanket, joined on the outcropping as we fucked and sucked -- I could get used to that.

For a moment, I wondered if it would be possible to keep dating Mitch and play with Shane once and a while. I knew it happened. And what was wrong with making up our own rules? I thought about how it might work and knew immediately it wouldn't not for me and not for Mitch, I was sure.

We both wanted the same thing and we were finding it in each other. And an arrangement like that would be more than just unfair to Shane, no matter how much he might like it at first. He needed room to find his own way right now. He needed his own boyfriend.

And more than anything right now I wanted to see if what Mitch and I were finding was a good thing, one that would last. The thought of commitment scared me a little -- I was young, he was my first boyfriend -- but I had to figure it out, had to find out if we'd just come across each other at the right time.

A few minutes later, I exited the freeway and before long, we were pulling into Mitch's apartment complex. Shane and Mitch had begun to stir after I got off the freeway and both were now awake. I heard Shane moving things around in the back seat.

"Oh, dang, you know what?" he said. "You're not gonna believe this ... "

"What?" I said. "That you're wearing my underwear?"

"Wha -- ? No, you bozo," Shane said. "I think I left my keys upstairs. Can we go see?"

I parked the car and we hauled our packs upstairs. We walked in the front door. Shane found his keys and his flip flops.

"Guys, I really can't stop thanking you. For all you've done and all. Today was ... well, it was really good for me. I hope it wasn't too weird or anything for you or that you never want to see me again ..."

I started to say something, but Shane stopped me.

"First, let me say as much as I got into it -- and you guys are so fuckin' hot I could do it all over again right now and shoot an even bigger load ... " He stopped a little as he realized what he was saying. "I mean, I like you both and don't want to lose you as friends, but I gotta be honest. If we did that again ... I'm afraid I'd want ... more ... I don't think we should do ... what we did again ... I just wanna be your friend."

He let out a breath and waited to hear what we'd say.

Mitch stopped him. "I know what you're saying Shane. You don't have to. This was just something that happened between friends. I wouldn't have traded it for anything ... we had fun and it felt great, but ... you're right about Nic and me.We don't want to lose you as a friend, we really don't, but we're ... you know, we're trying to do something between us, you know?"

Shane nodded.

"I don't want to say this didn't mean anything, because it did -- it was wonderful," Mitch said. "But it was what it was, a hot fuckin' time, as you said, and that's what it was. We're gonna be the best of friends. But I don't think we'll be that kind of friends. I don't think it's what you really want. You're a hot guy, Shane, you can't doubt that now. You're not gonna have any trouble finding a guy who agrees."

Shane smiled. He hugged us both tightly and kissed us. "I gotta get going then ... first, though, I have some things that are yours ... " He kicked off the shoes and peeled off the socks.

"You can bring the stuff by later," Mitch said, but Shane shook his head.

"Nah, I'll just forget," he said, stripping off the t-shirt. "Besides," he said, dropping his shorts and peeling off the boxer briefs, "this is more fun." Naked now, he tossed the underwear to me, fluffed his cock a little, winked at us, and then pulled his shorts back on. He found the shirt he'd worn the day before, slipped it on and stepped into the flip-flops.

"I'll be going now," he said. "I'll keep in touch, Nic. And I'll see you at work, Mitch." He gave us both a kiss and then left.

Mitch started to straighten up in the living room, folding the blanket. A pair of black 2(x)ist briefs fell out. "He forgot his ... " He ran to the door. "Shane!" he called. I stopped him.

That's all right, he does that," I said.

Mitch closed the door. He smiled at me and tossed the shorts on the chair.

"So Mitch," I began. "About what you just said ..."

He stopped me. "I meant it," he said. "We can talk about this later if you want, but as far as I'm concered, it was just an amazing afternoon with a guy who needed to see that he could be amazing too. We were both there -- if you'd done it with him again, it'd be different. I'd be after you with a bat. But it happened, we both enjoyed it and now we're us again. Sound good?"

I was speechless for a minute, then walked over and took Mitch into my arms. I kissed him deeply and held him tightly. We'd probably talk about it again -- I think I wanted to -- but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to climb into a hot shower with a hot guy and then sink into bed beside him. Anything else was for another time.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next: Chapter 8


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