Uh, Buddy
by Billy Jay Dee
"Uh, buddy? I sleep in the nude," John Sturgeon announces, a giggle in his voice and a blush rising to his cherub cheeks.
He's already nude, baring it all for Bill Hamilton to see -- beefy bod, coppery body hair, small coral lips, fair freckled complexion, and broad shoulders. John's short frame poses in the middle of the room, naked from ruddy buzz cut to the closely trimmed toe nails on his left foot.
Bill already lies abed, reading. He tosses "The Odyssey," rolls the bedding and flips it back to reveal the upper thighs of his long legs, a hairless belly and a six-inch cock crouching on his long sac. "Me too, buddy," he grins.
The blue eyes beneath Bill's brown hair meet John's even bluer. There is no telling expression on the taller man's face, but Sturgeon's sparkling eyes and sly smile do enough talking for the both of them.
"Well, scoot over then."
John pulls back the bedding on his side of the double bed. As the rosy knee on his left leg presses the mattress, Bills long arm shoots out and his hand comes to rest against John's chest in the fine fiery forest of hair there.
"I'm jealous," Bill admits with a toothy smile as he begins to stroke the coppery field of curling hair. Each swipe moves further down the field ever closer to the thicker, darker triangle of burgundy pubic hair floating above John's swollen cock.
"I've been known to share," Sturgeon says. Suddenly serious, he nods again for Bill to scoot over.
These old friends and former co-workers came to the capitol city representing their local lodges at the statewide convention. They requested housing together and discreetly mentioned (in very concerned and considerate tones of voice) that they don't mind sharing. Their host's son is gone off to college. They received his efficiency apartment above the garage all to themselves.
Bill rolls away, reaching for the switch on the bedside lamp that lights the room. John eyes the plump full cheeks he seems to be proudly displaying in the process. His face flushes and cock jumps. But the light goes out before Bill rolls back. Of course, he sees the flush on John's face and the arousal of his cock in the mirror on the wall. John never actually lies down. One leg curled beneath, he props himself up on this left elbow, gazing down on Bill in the darkness. Bill lays back, long arms curl beneath his head, exposing the only hair on his upper torso, leaving himself vulnerable and exposed. Neither man bothers pulling the covers up. As their eyes adjust, beams from the corner streetlight slip through the blinds and fall softly on the scene.
"I have a question," Bill begins in a knowing tone of voice. With Sturgeon's urging, he continues. "Why did Tom say burn those pictures?" John responds with the prefunctionary "What?" Hamilton reminded him of his last trip to town, their round of drinking with Sturgeon's best friend, Tom. Tom and John were recalling their bachelor days and a now legendary weekend in the Capitol City; staying at the State Hotel and Bar, sharing a hot tub with two lesbians that night and the foursome's trip to Mendenhall glacier the next day.
"Oh, he thought they sent me pictures from the hot tub."
Hamilton can feel the heat from Sturgeon's cheekbones burning as the blood rose in blush. Bill enjoys teasing Sturgeon.
"So, what happened in the hot tubs?" A long paused followed. Bill could see, John turn his head away in embarrassment.
"Hot tubs?" Bill's voice snaps as his fingers tweak one of Sturgeon's soft pink nipples.
"So?" his knowing voice prods as his finger tips prod the left side of John's stout torso. The red-head giggles and rolls towards the tickle.
"Well?" Bill asks switching words as his tickling fingers switch to the copper-tops right side. A little lower this time. "And?" and back to the left, once again lower. "Tell..." Hamilton's finger tips touch the tip of Sturgeon's fully aroused rod. They stop there, caressing the head. The first and index finger hold the helmet head while the thumb pushes down on the pool of precum there and smears it around, loosing more juice in the process. Then the moving hand shifts on to the other side.
John laughs out loud.
"Well, we meet these girls at the bar; Rose and Ruby. They had a hot tub reserved in a room underneath the hotel." Sturgeon begins gleefully. "They offered to share their tub with us." John hoots and nudges Hamilton in the chest.
"Rose had big tits. You would have liked her. Long brown hair. Big ole round nipples. So, they take us down there. We start getting undressed. They aren't shy at all. Well, you know Tom. Neither is he."
Bill knows Tom. He's blond and bulky now. But, Bill knows that in their youth, Tom and John were gorgeous little boys to behold. They experienced no trouble with the ladies. Everyone knows, too, that usually Tom led them into trouble.
"Once we all get in the tub, he reaches over for the girl with the short blonde hair. Ruby laughs and takes my girl' in her arms." Bill starts stroking his cock. "Tom says, So is that how it's going to be?' And like, instead of answering the girls start kissing. It was hot; we were both pulling our wangs."
Sturgeon nods to where his left hand is active between his own thighs. "Then they break and Ruby says if we want to see more of that, they need to see some from us."
"I've already got my right arm across Tom's shoulders. He's so horny. I don't think he knew what he did. He turns in my arm, drops his cock, grabs my body with both hands and lays a wet one on me. It was hot. I'll admit, I enjoyed it. I kissed back. Rose and Ruby hooted and hollered.
"Tom and I break for air; the girls are sucking on one another's titts and licking the nipples. Did I tell you Rose had enormous hooters? So Tom goes down on my nipples. I return the favor. We go back to kissing, because Ruby tells us to."
Bill's left hand scales the darkness again to caress John's soft pink nipples. His right hand is flaying his cock furiously.
"Ruby is telling Rose how much she wants to get fucked tonight and asking her if she wants to get fucked. Rose is, like, `Oh yeah,' and giving me specifically the eye. Tom and I are still holding one another. He whispers that we are getting laid tonight, then pulls both our cocks into his hand, so we are tip to base and starts stroking us.
"Rose climbs out on the deck around the tub and spreads her legs around the edge of the pool. Bill, she had a shaven pussy! Absolutely beautiful! I had to take Tom's hand and stop him, so I didn't lose it right there.
"Ruby gets down there with her little pink tongue and starts working Rose's pink hole, while wiggling her ass at us. Rose gives her directions and makes all sorts of appreciative noises. Tom is holding me even tighter and even with my hand fighting his goes back to jerking us off. Ruby is making a show of running her tongue up Rose's clit, curling it up at the end of the stroke and slurping up the juice. Tom is going crazy. Ruby says she's about got Rose ready and that we should get one another ready.
"Tom roars like a bull coming out of the water. He lifts me up out of the pool lays me back on the deck next to Rose, points my aroused wang skyward, opens his mouth and goes down on it. It was hot! Yeah, his mouth! He didn't like work my tool with his tongue or anything, but he did it. He sucks me off; his best friend.
"I didn't know what to do, until Rose's cherry lips find mine. Then I don't know what is going on. Maybe Ruby took a turn on my wang. Then, I hear her say, `It's my turn'. Rose seems disappointed when Tom pulls me up. He tells me don't even think about it. I can feel Rose's wanting hands on my back and hips. I hear Ruby urging me to do it. I lick the shaft of his cock a few times.
"The fool coos in a high falsetto that he loves me and then tells me to suck it. I open my mouth wide and his rod jams between my lips like a salmon jumping a fish ladder. All I taste is chlorine.
"He takes three shallow strokes in my mouth. Ruby shouts hoorah. Tom jumps to her side of the pool. My sweet Rose pulls me back to her and in a few moments she is mounted up on my wang riding away. Next to me Tom is pounding Rose's pussy while winking at me. Rose and I spent the night together in their room; Tom and Ruby in ours.
"The next day with bloodshot eyes and bruised bodies we all went to Mendenhall Glacier."
John didn't explain the sleeping arrangements that night, but no doubt it was interesting. By now John's inexpert right hand is trying to jerk Bill off. Bill's taken over the duties on John's till John stops him.
Sturgeon's breath is coming fast and shallow.
"I have a question." He tries to imitate the knowing tone used by his old friend. With a sigh, Bill lets his hand relax inside John's. That's the sign to go on. "Why did Jim Barnyard say if you like him now, wait until you take a shower with him?"
Bill's body goes rigid with surprise. His "What?" is unconvincing.
"Last time I was in town, we went to that party," John presses. "We talked to the wildlife guy, Barnyard? Big boy, hairy all over, real daddy type. You'd been teasing and flirting with me hellaciously. Your pager went off and you had to go find the phone.
"Jim's asking if I'm not offended by your behavior. I assure him that I really enjoy your company. He'd been drinking a whole lot of wine that night. Remember? Claret, I think. Then he says, if you like him now, wait until you take a shower with him. I don't think he knew what he said until he saw the shock on my face. He turned beet-red, maroon, scarlet, something I don't know. He asks me not to repeat that and leaves. Leaves the party!"
Hamilton lies still for a moment. John bends to kiss his hand. A sigh escapes Bill's lips as he begins.
"We stayed at Rowan Bay, the previous fall. I helped him with a deer darting project. As big and burly as he is you'd think he'd need no help hiking around the woods, but I was pleased to help. You been to Rowan? It's a remote camp way east of town. We had the whole place to ourselves, took the best trailer. It's nice, but the generator is tricky. It shuts off automatically, so you have to time your evening and showers."
"Ah," John interjects, absentmindedly fondling Bill's balls.
"Yeah, well. I'm taking a shower with the door open. He calls through the curtains: You about done?' I say, Yeah, you want me to leave the water running? It's temperamental.'
He says, `Yeah'. Then I hear him climbing in. I say hear because I'm all bent backwards trying to wash the soap out of my hair. But over the hum of the generator and rush of the water I can hear the curtain rustle and the tub groan under his 270 pounds. I can feel his presence, smell the hemlock needles stuck in his curly hair, the stink of a hard day on his body. I know he's looks down on my with that grin of his. I'm 6'1" . Someone looking down on me is amazing."
Hamilton pauses in his story and reaches for his own cock. Sturgeon cradles his aroused member in his open left hand.
"When, I straighten up, shaking the water out of my hair, I lean right into him. He's standing ever close with his big muscular arms folded across his hairy chest. Gotcha,' he says and grabs me around the waist. No place for my hands to go, but atop his shoulders. Wanna switch?' he says and grins. He whirls us around the little shower and starts rinsing off.
"We are talking about stuff. I'm handing him shampoo and soap as needed. He point out where I need to rinse off and pulls me under the spray with him. The generator shuts off. The lights flicker and die. Did you ever notice how people grab one another when the lights go out?
"The water pressure dwindles to a little trickle running down the crack of Barnyard's ample ass. I get woozy. He helps me sit on the edge of the tub. I start apologizing all over myself when he gets a little disoriented in the dark and leans into me.
"I'm jabbering away when his dick flops into my mouth. It's big! Even if I hadn't been in a state of shock, it would have been hard to spit it out. So, it rolls around in there for a bit. Sorry about that,' I say. No problem,' he says, hulking over me black against the starlight coming in through the window. `It felt good.'"
"I'll bet," John replies in a husky pant, failing to notice that Hamilton didn't explain the sleeping arrangements that night
His vermillion lips hang over Bill's. The crimson field shimmering on John's chest floats just inches about the buckled barren plain of Bill's body. Their lips touch like a bolt striking dirt. The flaming forest is crushed by the rush of their two chests together. The breath clashes between their locked mouths and crashes like thunder around the little isolated room.
Hamilton spreads his white thighs and lifts his knees. Sturgeon settles between his legs rubbing his brick hard cock against Bill's. His tight furry red balls roll back and forth across Bill's sac. Brown pubes clutch at crimson. When Sturgeon's cock slides further down and starts banging at the rose bud in Bill's butt, Hamilton gets out the lube. A condom hides hopefully in the back pocket of John's pants lying beside the bed. John's thick eight incher gets easily into Bill's behind. Hamilton's long tongue wedges itself happily into Sturgeon's willing mouth.
Soon, they ride the heat and hardness in matching rhythm. "Fuck, yeah, man," Bill grunts. "Give me that big rod. Uhhh. Fuck. I'm cuming!" Bill's load spurts into the mass of red hair on his fucker's belly and chest.
The rapid orgasmic twitching of Bill's ass muscles on John's pumping rod sends him over the edge.
"Uh, buddy, me, too! Oh, shit, yeah! Ahhhhhhh!" John roars at last, unleashing a gush of jizm deep inside his buddy's ass.
This was going to be a good convention and they didn't need to explain the sleeping arrangements tonight.