Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:25:40 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: SEcoND NatURe 03 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % SEcoND NatURe 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "You're looking good... veeeery good!" Tony said of Chris Gates. "Gerard picked it out," Chris said of the orange speedo which wrapped Chris' goods up rather well. "Which brings me to something rather important..." "And that would be?" Tony asks as he scoops up a pinky-full of dessert batter. "Hey! What'd I say about that Tony?" the Italian accent cuts off Chris. "Sorry Leonardo." "Don't let it happen again!" Leonardo said to Tony, a quirky smile added. Out of the corner of his eye he was still running the scope of Chris' bod. "So. As you were saying Chris, before Leonardo rudely interrupted you?" Silently Leonardo warned Tony with the wooden spoon in his hand. Chris began to speak at the tail end of Leonardo muttering, `You'll get yours!', "What I was going to say here is Gerard seems like a nice fellow," not afraid to pour out his feelings, "had a nice build - above and below - but I came here to visit with you, so if you can `turn him off' for awhile?" Tony instructs, "Want to `turn it off' for awhile, Gerard?" "Yeah okay," Gerard replied. Chris asks, "What happened to all the formal stuff?" "Oh, that's only for guests. Around me Gerard is like just another guy," Tony tells. "It's nice to be treated like royalty but I'm not really into all that high-falutin' jazz, if you know what I mean?" Chris says. "No problem," Tony says. "Hear that Gerard? You can cut the formality business." "Whew! That's cool. I hate putting on that act anyway," then like a more relaxed, normal guy, Gerard walks over to the fridge, opens it, bends over to shop and asks, "So whatd'ya have hangin' around for a snack Leo?" "It's Leonardo!" "Owwwch!" Gerard quickly jumps up, the wooden spoon landing on the rear of his tight speedo. "Whadya do that for?" "Those two," Tony keys Chris in on, "are always fighting like cats and dogs." Overriding Tony's comment, Chris observes his own, "Gerard is a hot looking guy." "Is he now?" Tony says of the twenty-six year old hairy Italian. "But," Chris directs his attention towards Tony, running his hand down the shirted chest, "when do I get to see what `you' look like in a speedo?" Casually, Tony puts it, "Whenever you're available to `help me' get into one?" This time, instead of Gerard accompanying Chris, Tony walked by his side. "Like the room?" Tony asks when they enter. "I like it more with you in it!" Chris responded. Before Tony could ask anymore questions, Chris had silenced him with his lips. His hands busied with Tony's tee, working it up and over his head. "Like hairy guys?" Tony asked as Chris' hands floated down Tony's hairy chest and abs. With his hand unbuckling Tony's belt, Chris told, "Second to a hairy ass!" "Hmmm," Tony replied, smiling. Right now he was taking Chris at face value. If it meant skipping all the foreplay and going right to the source of what turned Chris on, he was all for it. Right now he was helping Chris strip him down, kicking his sneakers off. "Damn Tony, between you and Gerard you've really made me so fuckin' horny!" "Cool!" Tony said. "Does that mean I should ring for Gerard?" "Hey, whatever turns you on Tony. It wouldn't be the first time I've done two guys!" Chris wasn't solo with that opinion, Tony having indulged in Gerard's talented services from time to time when he's had `company'! Watching, Tony stripped off his pants and dialed with a touch to the button on the remote phone as Chris worked his speedo off his hips. Making himself comfortable in the bed, he asks, "Tell him to give us five minutes." On the other end Gerard heard, his free hand warming himself up. With evil thoughts lurking in his mind, Gerard gave it two minutes, the time it took to walk from the kitchen to the bedroom. Of course he got his digs with his kitchen farewell, saying, "Have fun with your wooden spoon, Leo, while I'm playing with my rolling pin!" "Stick around," Leonardo got his revenge, "and I'll show you what else this wooden spoon is good for!" "Like I don't already know?" Gerard said with a smile. Leonardo returned the look, the two exchanging glances of some kinky play which has transpired a few times or more since Gerard became part of the staff at the Autumn Drive mansion two years ago. "You know it's not really fair being pinned down like this?" Tony says of Chris' knees boxing in his arms as he sits perched on Tony's chest. "Save your saliva for this!" Chris warns Tony, his fingers massaging his ten inch tube against it's bed of dark brown fur. "I don't know Chris," Tony gulped. "Looks pretty big from here." "What looks big?" Gerard says, letting himself in, peeling his speedo at the same time, kicking it up to catch in his hand. "Fast five minutes!" Chris said as he looked over his shoulder. "Forgot my watch," Gerard was quick to come back with. "Someday I've got to get it fixed." Hip on the excuses, Chris asks, "When did it break?" "Sixteen. When I was a boy scout. The manufacturer said it was waterproof but it doesn't stand up well to cum!" It's one Tony never heard probably because Gerard was manufacturing his words as they came out of his mouth! Guessing, Chris asks, "Whadya do? Suck the whole troop off?" "Nah, but one of the counselors filled me up real good!" Then looking at Chris' shaft laying on Tony's chest he licked his lips. Eyeing up Chris' balls as well he makes note, "Mmm-mm, betcha you've got a hot toddy saved for up for some lucky guy?" "Don't look at me like that Gerard!" Tony scolded him. "Oh c'mon Tony." Tony was into oral, but he liked porking a guy more, so he left it, "It's up to Chris." "You want my cream you have to be willing to work for it," Chris as much as said he preferred Gerard. "You got the time, I've got the tongue!" So that's the way it went. Chris keeled over into the bed, Gerard going right to work in earning Chris' cream sundae. "Hey Ton," Gerard interrupted licking up Chris' shaft, "why don't you do his balls while I do his cock?" "Nah," Tony responded. "Go ahead. Have your fun." Of course, Chris and Gerard patronized Tony, telling him they would feel `soooooo' bad if Tony didn't join in, but Tony excused himself saying he had some business to do regarding the bicycle/swim team matters to attend to. Then Chris asks, "Hey, you okay Tony?" "I'll be fine," Tony replied. He knew what Chris was in store for, knowing how Gerard could pleasure a man for hours with his lips, tongue and hands. He thought it strange, leaving his own home and behind him his best friend, having sex with a guy he hoped find an interest in him. But as Tony figured it, there were still some other fish in the sea and maybe someday he would hook one of them. Driving down Van Dusen Blvd. the country part before it hits the city limits he passed Old Country Road. Not having driven down it, mainly for the fact potholes riddled the dilapidated road surface, he backed up and decided on venturing off for some `fresher' air. He knew it like the back of his hand, so wasn't daunted by the unkept road, dodging the holes and ruts. Coming up to the humongous one, he says to himself, "Oh no. Not gonna runover you again," as if talking to a person instead of a deep hole in the road, the one whereas two years ago busted a tire and rim on him. Still when he swerved out of the way of the hole, the car sagged to the left as he drove through another. He stopped dead. Listening, not to birds or other wildlife, Tony sighed relief, not hearing any hissing sounds. After an uneventful ride down the rest of Old Country Road, the serpentine part, he turned left onto Michael's Pass, another out-of-the-way road which passed between two hills. Thinking about it, he wasn't too far from the cut off for Pacific Northwest Experience, so decided to pay a visit to Denis. He never wanted it to be this way, thinking of Denis as a guy he could fall back on, but realized weeks ago it was Denis who was in love with him, not himself in love with Denis, but rather close friends. Down on his luck with finding a boyfriend, he went back on his better principals, of using a guy and thought about the time Denis offered to give him a blowjob. With one hand on the wheel, the other teased up his cock and balls. % "I don't think we've met!" Denis introduces, "Miles, this is Jared Miller. He's new to Pacific Experience." "Good to meet a new artist," the artist said joyfully, extending his hand to Jared. "He's kind of shy around adults," Denis said of Miles offering his hand and not getting it filled with Jared's. Then looking at his hand, Miles jokes, "It is a little dirty," he cleans out a line with one of his fingers. "I'm worse than a kid when it comes to keeping my hands clean. He let out a roar of laughter regarding his own joke. Being laughter can be infectious Jared cracked a little smile, but then resumed his straight-faced facade. It didn't go unnoticed by Denis. After miles cooled his jets, he asks, "So Denis are you going to try your hands at the pottery wheel again?" "I'm going to try Miles. When I saw you do it, it looked so easy," Denis said of his two-failed tries. "And what about you Jared? What's your interest in art?" "Got none," Jared replied, good that he responded at all, even though his head hung down and his hands were stuck deep in his pockets. "None?" Miles questioned him as Denis stood nearby eavesdropping. "Everybody knows how to whistle a tune, so everybody's got to have some kind of art-talent. How about... do you draw?" "Never tried it." "I find that hard to believe." Then going over to one of the long tables, Miles rolls out a two feet piece of paper and tears it roughly off. "Here's some pencils," he dumps out a leather case containing H-es and B-es, "take your best shot at.." Miles thinks, taking his glasses off and looking in the air, putting them back on with his decision, "look around you and draw what you see." Gazing around the three open-sided art studio, Jared says, "There's only trees." "Not only trees," Miles replies. Denis too it stymied until Miles says, "This piece of wood here," he signals Jared to come over to the one wall, which is the other side of the indoors art studio. Denis comes over for a better look. "What I'd like to see you draw Jared, is the wood planking of this wall. Pick any part of it, but I want to see this page filled with your drawing of the wall." "The wall?" Jared says. Confused, he asks, "I don't get it." Going to work, Miles juggles five different pencils, sketching a small portion of one plank. "How did you do that?" Jared asks. Observing more than the `art lesson', Denis notices Jared paying more about the layers of Miles' tank top than the piece of paper being drawn on. Without looking up from his sketching, Miles states, "You're not going to learn anything unless you pay attention young man!" It's then he snags Jared! Denis is about to excuse himself when Tony says, "Ron said I would find..." he too observes Miles, "at the art barn." Already having an interest in Jared, Denis introduces, "Miles, this is my friend, Tony Gagliardi." Normally Miles would put the student first, illiciting a quick, `hi there', but with the double take he drops his pencil on the paper, excuses himself to Jared and follows through with, "Miles Serfes" and his hand. "Welcome to the `Art Barn'." "Thanks," Tony replies. He can't believe he's already throwing the cliche, "I'm a supporter of the arts." At least his father is, which he figures it's `all in the family'. "Is that right?" "Ah yes." Then fessing up, "My father advocated the funding and building of the School of Fine Arts at WRCC." "That is where I attend school!" Miles blurts out. "I'm a student there myself," Tony responds. By now, Denis has signaled Jared and the two are headed inside the art barn, to the small room which houses four pottery wheels and supplies. "Looks like they are hitting it off, huh?" Denis asks Jared as he takes up a hunk of clay. "I don't know," Jared replies on the shy side. Then he shares, "Well it's not I don't know about it, but it's never happened to me." Not wanting to share his feelings about his first affair, with his own step-brother, nor the mere blow job he gave Tony, passing either off as his first attempts at `love', Denis replies, "There's a first time for everything." He hands Jared a square piece of clay. "What do I do with this?" "Roll it up into a ball first. If you need help let me know," Denis instructs, doing the same with his small square chunk of clay. "I guess I'll just follow what you do," Jared says. Denis has an idea or two about what Jared suggests. "Take it in between your hands and move them in a circular movement, like I'm doing." Same time he makes an advance of a few steps towards Jared. "How am I doing?" "Great. Like you said, follow exactly what I do," Denis replies. Not following his precise directions, Jared wasn't getting closer to Denis, but rather Denis taking the baby steps, hoping he didn't scare Jared away. Soon their pieces of clay are almost touching. "Oops!" Jared says, dropping his piece of clay, it landing on the cement floor in a `smoosh'. He admits to himself Denis is getting kind of close and thus his nervous act occured. "I'll get it," Denis says, tossing his lump of clay on the nearest pottery wheel, then diving down in a squat to pick up Jared's. From down below he looks up as he scrapes small particles off the floor. "Need help?" Jared asks. "No. I can handle it." Denis looks at the floor, then up at Jared. Suddenly Denis breaks his concentration, his eyes darting to Jared's crotch, then to his eyes. Gulping, Jared figures if he doesn't ask, he'll never know the answers to all of his secretive questions. "Have you like.. ever been with a guy?" He didn't have to mention who, so Denis says, "I have." "Like what did you do?" It was tough to keep cool, calm and collective, especially where his teen libido was concerned. Denis didn't miss the twitch in Jared's pants, the stretch in the jeans, well-knowing the cause. Because he wanted so badly to do it, Denis came out with, "Worked his pants down and gave him a blowjob. Why?" He tilted his bod to resting on one knee. Glancing about the empty pottery studio, Jared checked the place out. Summer mornings began a little warm, but his tee shirt was already showing signs of nervous perspiration, pits wet as well as a small oval in the center of his chest and he wasn't feeling the outdoors temperature rising at all. Another thought as to `now or never', especially where he was trusting of a guy his own age, Jared licked his lips before he bluntly put it, "Would you like want to... try it... with me?" Right away the story of `the spider and the fly' came to Denis, although he wasn't so sure which casting role he was playing. Figuring, "I'm here so I might as well." Jared never moved from his spot between the kiln and the pottery wheel, looking down upon Denis. His hands stayed glued with his thumbs inside his beltline until Denis began to unbuckle it. "Are you sure we're okay doing this here?" "Just a sec," Denis replied, rising up to shut the door. It was Jared's turn to spy on Denis. It just came out, "Wow! How big are you?" "I don't know," Denis said frankly. "I never measured it. How about you?" "I don't know either, but I guess you'll find out, huh?" Jared answered nervously. Instead of getting right to it, Denis approached Jared, butting his stomach right up against his. As Denis went for Jared's lips, Jared backed away. Not his whole bod, but his head only since Denis already had a couple of fingers tucked in Jared's waistline. "You're not scared are you?" "Um... no... I mean... yeah... a little," Jared confessed, adding, "I'm not sure what to do." "Like you said. Follow what I do." To the `T', Jared mimed Denis, placing his hands on Denis' waist. Unlike his own shirt, Denis pulling it out of his pants, Jared waited up til it came his turn to put his hands under Denis' shirt. "Ohhhhhhhhh," he sighed when he felt Denis' hands moving up and down his bare back. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "I'll say," Jared said, moaning even more when Denis lifted his tee shirt and bent over to lick Jared's nip. >From then on in, Jared had fully surrendered to his mentor. However, unlike Denis, he was letting his eighteen year old counterpart do most of the work. Sure, Jared copycat-ed Denis, lifting his tee shirt when Denis lifted his. "Somebody mind telling me what the hell is going on in here?" Both heads shot towards the doorway. Seeing Miles standing there became the afterthought, both boys dropping their tee shirts, Denis at first fumbling with Jared's belt, Jared then feeding the end through the buckle. "Um, nothing much, sir?" Denis answered for both, a smile adorning with an angelic pose. Swinging his hand back and forth, Miles scolds them, "You know this type of thing is taboo around here?" "We do," Denis again answered for both, Jared having morphed back to his introverted self. "And you also know it's reason enough to be expelled from Pacific Northwest?" Suddenly Jared looked alive, he and Denis exchanging worried glances, since both parents had been shelling out plenty for their care and stood to lose the balance of their tuition. Standing there, left arm folded over his middle, right elbow leaning on left wrist, his right hand resembled a fist, thumb and index finger playing with his lower lip, a usual stance for Miles as he mulled over his thoughts. He sported a slight crinkling of his lips, meant to humor himself as he recalled from his senior year in high school, getting snagged by the football coach, under the bleechers, as he and Barry Singleton caressed each other, same as Denis and Jared, hands up under their shirt, belt buckles unfastened and passionately kissing each other. The penalty levied against them, they followed coach back to his office and as coach had his cock out and stroking, he and Barry finished where they left off, stripping down, Barry fucking him til the cows came home! Sweat rolled down Denis' and Jared's forehead, neither daring to pick up the front of their tee shirt to towel it off. "Follow me," Miles finally made up his mind. Behind him, as he escorted them out of the pottery barn, he could hear their chat to his back, the two agreeing they were in `deep shit' and their parents were `going to kill' them! It was Denis who first realized, "Um, the office is up thataway," his thumb pointed to the trail leading to the main offices of Pacific Northwest Experience. Saying nothing, the boys caught up with Miles when he didn't hesitate, but kept in step with his destination. They walked for God knows how long, on the trail, off the trail, arms batting evergreen branches from whipping them in the face, then back on a sketchy trail. Their attention rode ahead of Miles when they saw in the distance a cabin. "In here," Miles ordered the two. Denis gulped, not knowing what Jared thought, scared shit as Miles closed the door behind the two of them after the three were inside. "What're you gonna do with us?" "Me? I'm not going to do anything except give you two a second chance." "Second chance?" Jared asks. Walking through the center of both, Miles instructed, "I found this place quite by accident. Fixed it up some. In the other room there's a bed, something more appropriate than the pottery studio, I would think." Then before slamming the door behind him, he added a word to the wise, "You've got two hours. I'd suggest you get out of those clothes and get to whatever you planned to do." Being left as a duo, the two stood there looking at each other. "And oh," Miles left them with a word of caution, "don't find your own way back. I'll be back in precisely two hours for you." When they stood there, Miles said, "Well? You two going to strip down and hop in bed or do you want to go back now?" Denis answered for both, "We're thinking." Then after another brief pause, "Come back for us in two hours." This time, after the door made it's thud, Denis took the liberty, "Well do you want to do it or what?" Again Jared froze, thinking about it. It would be his first time he ever did anything with a guy. Second thing to come to his mind was he trusted Denis. Thirdly, he thought Denis to be pretty hot! In place of words he walked towards the door to the other room. Inside he found Denis shirtless, unbuckling his belt, one foot kicking the sneaker off his other foot. "I dunno Denis," Jared said. With his hands on the flaps of his pants, Denis asks, "You're not afraid of me are you? I mean you trust me, don't you?" One thing put out of his mind already, Jared `did' trust Denis, but he was more timid and shy than scared. "I trust you Denis. I'm just not sure...." Emptying his pants one leg at a time, Denis walked over to Jared in his briefs and socks. Not as warm as the pottery studio, being hidden under and umbrella of evergreens, his skin bubbled up with bumps, his nips hardening. "Need some help?" Cracking a tiny smile, Jared nodded his head up and down. After lifting Jared's shirt off over his head, Denis felt more relaxed which enabled him to check out Jared's bod with more precision. "Nice," he mentioned, a ploy to help Jared calm himself. Watching Denis, Jared looked down, seeing his friend's hand graze over his pecs. Denis looked up to Jared after running his thumb down the dark treasure trail dividing Jared's abs, "Nice." He found it humorous when he went in for the kill, his lips to Jared's lips, he had to take Jared's hands and place them behind his back, a hint for Jared when he wasn't catching on. At first Jared did like the pottery barn, backed off, but Denis' hand to the back of his head forced their lips together once more. "You okay?" "So far," Jared replied. But Denis didn't think things were moving quite fast enough. Two hours seemed like a lot but he knows from getting in the mood, the foreplay, right there an hour would be lost. He also found, between doing his step-brother and Tony, with Mark, working his teen cock he hurried himself. With Tony, in the office, he took his time, Tony coaching him as he slid his tongue up and down Tony's 9c, working his balls and then an hour later taking his load down, there was another dead hour. "Are you ready to take things to the next level?" After that first kiss, it already had Jared hooked on Denis. The trust was there, along with the knowledge of Denis being very gentle with him, even though the kiss seemed very passionate, more wild than his original expectations. "Whatever you want to do," Jared said, not sure of Denis' intentions, but again, the trust was there. So, Denis leading, he placed Jared on the bed. First things first, he didn't bother unlacing, but pulled both sneakers right off, each sock following. "Relax," he coached Jared when he knelt to straddle Jared's legs. Leaning forward, he stared into Jared's face, saying as he undid Jared's belt, "You trust me, right?" "Yup," Jared replied, his eyes focused on his belt buckle, watching Denis `open him up'. "Mmmmmmm," Denis said of Jared already erect. He also loved the look of Jared's tightey-whities, the thin treasure trail from Jared's navel disappearing in his wiry pubic hair. "Aren't you going to like take my pants off?" he questioned Denis when he bent over to lick along the elastic of Jared's briefs. "In good time. Just sit back and relax okay?" That Jared did, placing his hands behind his head, in crunch position to cushion his neck as his chin touched his chest, so he could view Denis' sucking and licking. "This is almost too much for me, Denis," Jared comments. "I'll say," Denis says when he pulls down Jared's briefs, anchoring them under the eighteen year old's balls. >From there on, the only sounds Jared made were moans and groans of ecstasy, his head finally crashing into the pillow, an occasional arch of his back as Denis licked up and down his teen shaft. He let out an even louder moan and voiced his opinion, "Oh that feels sooo, soooo awesome," when Denis rolled one of his balls around in his mouth. In true trusting fashion, Jared didn't give a thought other than one of pleasure when Denis' hands roamed his bod, while his tongue licked and sucked. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Jared let out when both of Denis' hands played with his nips. Taking a fingerful of saliva, on each finger, Denis swirled a finger around each nip, massaging the wisps of hair around each nub. He reached under himself to utilize his own pre-cum, lubricating Jared's nips as well as the stripe down his stomach. Painting a stripe up Jared's stomach with his tongue, it was time for Jared's wet cockhead to draw a line up Denis' stomach. Working his way up Jared's bod, Denis found Jared's lips. Their cocks danced as Denis asks after their kissing, "Like it?" "Which part?" Jared first asked, then replied, "I like it all!" Had there been a clock on the small, square table next to the bed, they would have discovered a bit more than an hour wasted. Yet, things were going along at their usual pace, Denis' mouth working up Jared into a frenzy, keeping him hard. It took time for Denis to break Jared in to the ecstasy of gay sexual pleasuring. Now he returned to the foreplay or rather the interlude. Catching on very quickly, Jared worked Denis' lips like a pro. He even wrestled Denis over onto his back, doing what Denis did to him, licked his neck, kissed it, kissed his chest and nibbled on a nip or two. When he started to go south, Denis asks, "Want to fuck me?" Already kneeling between Denis' legs, their cock and balls as one, Jared replies, "I don't know." Then thinking on his own, "I guess it's to be expected if I'm...." "Yeah, you are," Denis smiled, filling the void, fulfilling Jared's thoughts of being man-on-top. "I... I've never fucked a guy," Jared said, even though it didn't need saying, Jared already telling Denis of his first man-sex experience. "I've never been fucked!" Denis said casually. "How do you like...." "Do it?" Denis filled in the blank of silence. "Yeah. Um, dah, I know I've supposed to stick my cock in your ass, but like do I just stuff it in there?" "Here," Denis said, giving his own cock a few strokes, precum sticking to his fingers and thumb. Sitting there on his knees Jared froze in place, not sure if this is how it goes or maybe his nervous demeanor was settling in again. Smiling, Denis knew the case. He was a little intimidated himself, being his ass was on the line. So, doing it for Jared, Denis primed Jared's shaft, slicking it up and down, mixing both his and Jared's precum, lubing him up real good. "Better hurry before it dries." Jared's heart rate jumped, being put on the spot. "How do I like...." Whereas Jared didn't know, Denis did, placing his hands under his legs, hoisting them up. "Use my legs to pull yourself in." Not a rocket scientist, not that he had to be one, Jared figured he had to act with haste. Nervous, he became somewhat relaxed as Denis placed his hand under his own ass, guiding Jared's cock to it's port. Returning with moans, Jared felt awesome as the tip of his cock touched the opening to Denis' ass canal. "Ready?" Denis asked, not sure he himself was, but after warning Jared of his cock drying out, he put everything back in Jared's court, "Now just push in... be gentle..." For sure that's how Jared preferred it and he found Denis to be quite tight in the matter of pressure to his ass opening. But he was already alerted to one way of entering and he used the technique, Denis' legs to help him achieve the fuck. Both sounds of pain and pleasure filled the room. For Jared, he would have pulled out other than Denis was part of the catalyst, keeping him bent on forcing himself deep inside Denis, plus this pulsing feeling on his cock of being tight, then relaxed, his cock being worked on as if by a pair of lips. "Now rock out and back in," Denis gave the last instruction. Neither realized the rhythm set in motion, Denis pressing his ass towards Jared, when Jared forced himself forwards. Yet when Jared pulled out, Denis was unconsciously aware of not moving too far backwards, resulting in Jared's cock falling out. Unknowing to either one, with being caught up in the rapture of their first fuck, Miles sat outside, his cock out and taking in the sounds of the room next door. As if part of a threeway, when the pair came, Miles shot his load out onto the wooden cabin floor. % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.