Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2009 10:57:29 -0800
From: Tom Baxter <tbax93722@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pensacola - 12

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Pensacola - Chapter 12
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"get the fuck over here! u know how josh gets pissed off if he has to wait"
Brandon text Steve. "hold ur panty's on fag boy, im comin!" Steve text
back.  "fuck off!" Brandon replied

Brandon was really thrilled about this trip to New Orleans as he had never
traveled beyond Mobile. They would be passing through Mobile again today as
they drove through Alabama, less than one hour into their three hour drive.
Brandon's mom had left for work just before he got home from school, so he
didn't have to endure her last minute quizzing on whether he had packed
everything or not. Late Thursday night, however, she did get a chance to give
Brandon's suitcase a thorough shake-down.

Jane also voiced her concerns about Brandon's safety on the trip. "I know you
would like me to think that this trip is purely educational, but I'm not stupid dear. I
know what goes on in New Orleans, and Josh and Ryan are young Navy guys,
so I know you're all going to be doing some partying" she said to Brandon. "I
wouldn't let you go to New Orleans with just anybody, but I know Josh will look
out for you" Jane continued. "But please promise me that you'll be careful.
Please stay close to Josh, watch out for Steve, and don't drink too much!" she
cautioned.

"Ok mom, I promise" Brandon said as he looked at his mother. He could tell that
she loved him dearly and was going to worry the whole time he was gone. It
would have been easy for her to just say `no' to the whole trip, but she didn't. She
appreciated his relationship with Josh, at least to the extent that she was aware
of, and wanted Brandon to spend time with Josh and his Navy friends doing `guy'
things.

Josh waited for Ryan to get on deck from his afternoon flight. Ryan came into the
Ready Room about 1pm, his flight suit drenched in sweat, as it was hot and
humid out that afternoon. "Hey dude, you look like you could use a shower!" Josh
greeted Ryan. "Ya, I don't think I would be any wetter if I jumped into a pool!"
Ryan agreed. "You got some `helmet head' goin on yourself!" Ryan added as he
laughed at Josh's mangled hair-do. Josh had recently returned from the flight line
just as sweaty as Ryan.

They had driven to work together that morning since their flights were almost at
the same time. They planned to stop by Brandon's to pick up him and Steve, and
then go to Josh's for a quick shower before beginning their journey. "are you
guys ready?" Josh text ahead to Brandon "yep, steve just got here."

There was an air of excitement at Josh's apartment as they cleaned up and
make the final preparations prior to the trip. Brandon and Steve were bouncing
about the living room joking and poking at one another. Ryan came out freshly
showered and Brandon ran down the hallway saying: "I'm gonna go see my
boyfriend naked!"

Brandon pulled the shower stall door open and Josh said "Hey dude! If you
don't watch it, I'll pull you in here with all ur clothes on!" Ryan and
Steve came into the bathroom as well and started laughing as Brandon teased
Josh while he showered. "Take off ur clothes and hop in with him! Come on
Brandon, do it!"  Steve taunted.

Brandon succumbed to peer pressure and quickly took off his clothes. Ryan had
never seen Brandon totally naked before and took close notice of his build and
his dick. Brandon climbed into the shower and wrestled with Josh as water
sprayed into the bathroom through the open shower door. Ryan and Steve
enjoyed the show and cheered as Josh restrained Brandon up against the wall
and started grinding his mostly hard penis into Brandon's ass crack.

"Stick it in him!" Steve screamed excitedly as Josh pumped his hard cock up and
down Brandon's ass. Josh was surprised at himself for doing this in front of an
audience, but right now it seemed appropriate. Ryan just stood there watching,
amazed at how wild the weekend was getting already... and they hadn't even left
Pensacola yet!

"Fuck, if I keep this up I'm gonna be cuming all over him. We got plenty of time
for that later!" Josh exclaimed as he released Brandon, who had a huge smile on
his face. As Brandon's body pulled away from the tile wall, his very hard cock
came into view and stuck straight out from his body. "Nice equipment dude!"
Ryan commented referring to Brandon's package. Brandon smiled and blushed a
little as Ryan held out a towel.

They both stepped out of the shower and dried off. They got dressed and put
their luggage into the Beamer and soon they were speeding down Interstate 10
towards the Florida/Alabama state line.

They rowdy atmosphere followed them into the car. Ryan and Josh decided to
put the boys in the back seat together so they could roughhouse without
disturbing Josh as he drove. As the miles ticked by, the raucous mood evolved
into a more quiet anticipation.

The state of Alabama passed quickly and they crossed into Mississippi as
Brandon eagerly looked out the window at new territory. The Mississippi state
flag with its imbedded confederate battle flag was prevalent and Brandon could
tell that though the landscape hadn't changed much as they paralleled the coast
of the Gulf of Mexico, the culture had changed considerably.

Brandon enjoyed seeing each new town and watched the people as they passed
by. Steve had never been anywhere in his life either, but as long as he was
having fun, Steve didn't really care where he was.

As they entered the outskirts of Bay St Louis, Josh rolled down the off ramp and
announced "Anybody hungry?" They pulled into a Taco Bell so they could eat
quickly and get back on the road. Brandon knew he lived in the South, but this
place put a new meaning to the word. He could hardly even understand the
woman who was trying to take their order because her southern accent was so
strong.

When they climbed back into the BMW, freshly fed, the boys were rowdy again.
"Josh?... Steve and me, we don't talk like that... do we?" Brandon asked. "You
don't, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that about Steve!" Ryan butted in. "No – I
can tell you guys aren't from Chicago or Los Angeles, but you don't talk anything
like that lady!" Josh replied.  "What's wrong with the way I talk? Butthead!!" Steve
joked with Ryan as he flicked his ear. Ryan laughed and jerked forward in his
seat.

Steve started looking at women who were driving or riding in the cars they
passed on the highway. "Look at that chick!" Steve excitedly pointed out this
woman driving a Lexus. "Steve! That's like some dude's wife, she probably has
kids ur age!" Ryan said disapprovingly. "I don't care, let me get at her alone and
I'll teach her a few things!" Steve bragged. The others all laughed at him.

"Fuck you guys. My dad has a huge porn collection and I've been studyin" Steve
defended. "Oh, I didn't realize you were such a scholar!" Ryan joked. "You
probably don't even know how to kiss good" Ryan confronted him. "Fuck you! I'm
a god damn Romeo when it comes to kissin!" Steve boasted.

"Prove it! Show me how you kiss. Kiss Brandon!" Ryan demanded. "Whaaat?"
Brandon came out of his sight-seeing daze. "Brandon, let Steve kiss you and
show us how good he kisses" Ryan suggested. Brandon wasn't sure if he was
comfortable with this. What would Josh think? Brandon glanced up to the rear
view mirror and caught Josh's eyes looking back at him. "Ya Brandon, let Steve
show us how good he kisses" Josh concurred.

With Josh's blessing, Brandon was eager for whatever Steve might do to him.
"Sure, Ok Steve, show me what u got!" Brandon challenged. Steve leaned in and
his lips contacted Brandon's, softly at first and then Steve put a hand behind
Brandon's head and pulled it in. The soft, tender touch of their lips was replaced
by their mouths being crushed together as their tongues joined the action.
Steve's other hand reached up and pressed the front of Brandon's t-shirt in and
contacted his chest. Steve's fingers found Brandon's nipple and lightly rubbed it
through the fabric.

"Fuck! You do know how to kiss. That's fuckin hot you two!" Ryan exclaimed.
Josh adjusted his rear view mirror to get a better look, and then he had to adjust
his shorts to accommodate his growing hard-on. Brandon and Steve continued to
paw at each other as their mouths and tongues battled for sexual superiority.

"I gotta have some of that! Steve- kiss me!" Ryan cried as he turned around in his
seat and leaned towards Steve. Steve broke away from Brandon and drove his
tongue deep into Ryan's mouth. Brandon sat up and straightened his crumpled
shirt and messed up hair. Ryan was moaning as Steve kissed his way up Ryan's
cheek and began licking his ear. Steve leaned back to catch his breath.

"Brandon, I wanna taste you too!" said Ryan. Brandon looked at Ryan's adorably
cute face and eagerly dove in to kiss him as well. Ryan thought that Brandon's
kiss was much more loving and tender, not the savage, raw sexual attack that
Steve had put upon him. Ryan felt that there was a connection between him and
Brandon. After a couple of minutes they both sat back into their own seats.

"Fuck! I'm bout ready to whip it out and start jackin right here as I'm drivin down
the freeway!" Josh exclaimed. "Ya, that was way hot guys. Where did you guys
get the practice to be that good?" asked Ryan. "On each other!" replied Brandon
as both boys laughed. Any question that any of them may have had at how the
conduct of the weekend would go had been answered. This weekend was going
to be one of exploration, pleasure, and the pushing of boundaries.

"Here's Lake Pontchartrain Brandon" Josh announced as they drove out onto the
bridge towards New Orleans. "It's like the bridge over Pensacola Bay, but I can't
see the other end!" Brandon observed.

When they reached the other side of the lake, the shore was hardly dry land. The
freeway drove through a swamp, choked by mangroves. "Do you spose there's
any alligators in there?" asked Brandon. "I know there is!" replied Josh. "Bad
place to have car trouble... you could be changing a flat tire and have one of
those fuckers sneak up behind you and chomp your arm off!" said Josh
dramatically.

"That would suck!" observed Steve. "You just need to travel with some loser to
bait the gator with!" Steve laughed. "Ya, and I know who the gator bait in this car
is dude!" teased Ryan. Josh and Brandon chuckled in agreement.

"Fuck you guys! I'll just whip out my monster dick and scare the fucker away!"
Steve retorted. "That sounds like a quick way to turn into a girl!!!" Ryan cracked,
as Josh and Brandon laughed with him. Steve, too, had to admit that it was
funny, even though he was the brunt of the joke and cracked up along with them.

Brandon observed every detail of the city as they entered New Orleans. Josh
rolled down off the elevated freeway to street level at the `Vieux Carre' exit. The
off ramp deposited them right into a slum. "What a dump!" Brandon declared
disappointedly. "Give it a chance dude! Let's see what's up first" suggested Josh.

They passed a cemetery full of crypts. "Check that out Brandon... Since we're
like 1 foot above sea level, they can't bury people in the ground here, so they put
them in those moss covered marble boxes" Josh explained. This intrigued
Brandon. Here the dead weren't buried in some grassy park on the edge of town
like at home, but rather, they kept the dead above ground in boxes, right in the
city next to homes, hotels and restaurants.

Following the directions from Ryan's father, they turned onto Dauphine Street
and searched for their condo building. "There it is" said Ryan "the `Chateau
Dauphine'." After releasing the Beamer to a Valet, they followed the bellhop
pushing a cart with all of their luggage into the lobby to check in.

"Good evening Ensign Young! We've been expecting you" the reception manager
greeted them. "Everything is already taken care of, if I could just verify your
identification and get you to sign-in, I'll have Robert, here, take you up to your
condominium" the manager continued. The entire group was impressed with their
personalized and effortless check-in.

Robert, the bellhop, unlocked and opened the double doors of the condo in order
to get the luggage cart in. He first offered entry to Ryan and his guests. They
walked into a large room decorated in 18th century French style with long formal
drapes and replica period furnishings. There were two sofas facing each other
with a large low table in between them. Several feet from the end of the table
there was a cabinet with a large screen television and stereo.

On one side of the room there was a large dining room table, with an ornate
crystal chandelier hanging over it. At one end of the table there was a row of
stools facing a bar that separated a modern kitchen from the rest of the room. At
the other end of the dining room table were French doors that opened onto an
over-the-street balcony.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Steve "I thought we were gonna stay at the Motel 6 or
somethin. Did they make a mistake here?" he continued. "This is a gift from my
dad's company to Josh and me for serving our country, but I had no idea it would
be this fancy" Ryan explained. "Well it's fuckin cool!!" Steve declared.

"Where do we sleep?" asked Brandon. "If I may, sir" Robert said to Ryan. Ryan
smiled and nodded. Robert walked over to one side of the living room and threw
open a set of double French doors that had curtains over the glass panes.
Behind the doors was a beautifully appointed bedroom with a King sized bed and
private bathroom. There was an identical bedroom on the other side of the living
room.

"If you could point out which room you would like each piece of luggage, sir, I will
take care of that" Robert suggested. Ryan told Robert to bring Josh and
Brandon's suitcases to the first room and the rest to the other. Robert distributed
their luggage and Ryan handed him a $10 bill before he left.

Ryan suddenly realized that they hadn't really discussed sleeping arrangements.
"Steve, I had the bellhop put your suitcase in my room, but if you're not
comfortable with that, I guess one of us can sleep on one of the sofas" Ryan
suggested. "Fuck no, that bed is huge! We'll both be comfortable in there" replied
Steve.

They all spent a few minutes taking a piss and getting comfortable in their rooms.
Josh wandered into the living room and opened a large ornate wooden cabinet.
Inside was a fully stocked bar. There was a notice on the inside of the cabinet
door that stated that use of the bar was complimentary. Josh grabbed the ice
bucket and went to the freezer in the kitchen to find ice.

Ryan came out of his room. "We got a full bar here!" Josh told Ryan. "Cool!"
"Why don't you put on some music and I'll mix some drinks" Josh suggested.
"How bout Bourbon, since we're on Bourbon Street?" Josh joked. "Sounds good!
I'll drink whatever you mix" said Ryan with a grin. "Bourbon? What's that? asked
Steve as he walked in. "Whiskey!" answered Ryan. "I want some!" said Steve.
"Me too!" Brandon chimed-in as he came into the living room from the other side.

They took their bourbon and cokes out onto the balcony and looked down on the
street below. They were a block off of Bourbon Street, but there was still a lot of
activity below them. The city was large, noisy, and dirty, but even Brandon was
warming up to the environment, which wasn't too hard from the comfort of their
palatial accommodations.

"Well, let's go down and see what this is all about" suggested Josh. They exited
the lobby of their building and walked down to the corner. It was pretty much dark
now, but there was no question what direction they wanted to go. One block
over, they could hear music and the screams of an unbridled street party.

They walked the last block to Bourbon Street, and when they rounded the corner,
they all let out a "wow!" Automobile traffic was closed off allowing pedestrians to
wander freely, crossing from restaurant, to jazz bar, to night club, to strip-joint
unimpeded. The crowd was already pretty tipsy and people were carrying drinks
openly on the street without fear of being ticketed.

The group hardly spoke as each of them was intently observing the potpourri of
sights and sounds, as well as the smells of Creole cooking. A guy bumped
Brandon's arm and said "Hey, my name's `Red', what you need tonight? I got
weed, I got X, I got K, I got blow, just tell me what you need dude?" Brandon was
scared to death even talking to this guy. Josh took note of this interaction as well
and stopped and turned towards Brandon and the drug dealer.

"I don't need anything" replied Brandon. "Aw, come on... everyone needs
somethin to get them through the night... I got samples!" Josh stepped in "Na
dude, he's cool, he doesn't want anything from you." Josh was friendly, but next
to the emaciated drug dealer, Josh was physically intimidating. "No problem, just
askin dude. If you guys change ur minds, I'm down here all night long" Red
concluded.

"Was that scary lookin dude tryin to sell you drugs an shit?" asked Steve. "Ya!"
answered Brandon. "Whoa... there aren't many rules down here are there?"
replied Steve. "That's why they call it the `Big Easy'" said Ryan. "Ya, but let's be
extra careful, watch each others backs, and hang together as a group tonight"
Josh cautioned.

They saw a bar with a row of about 30 slushy machines. Each machine had a
different colored daiquiri in it and was labeled with names like Mai Tai, Hurricane,
Sex on the Beach, Singapore Sling, or Margarita. The bar had a street counter
and Josh suggested that they each get a daiquiri to-go. Like Pete had told him
earlier, the boys would have no problem drinking on the street and perhaps in
some of the smaller nightclubs. They each got their drink and continued their
exploration down Bourbon Street.

As Brandon sipped on his Strawberry daiquiri, he looked in each open doorway
observing live bands, dancing, and drinking. They passed an establishment that
advertised topless and bottomless strippers. The touts on the street saw the
group of four young men and made their best sales pitch to entice Josh and the
others to enter.

"Our girls are sexy! And they take it all off! You can see everything as they dance
for you!" Steve had a big smile and was ready to go in before Josh took
command of the situation and said "No Steve, we're not goin in there, let's keep
on walkin!" "Fuck, that sounded hot!" Steve said disappointedly.

They stopped for a moment to watch two young teenage boys tap dancing on the
sidewalk for tips. They were really good and Josh and the boys enjoyed the show
for several minutes. Brandon figured that these boys were about his age. He
couldn't imagine learning a skill like this and then working the streets for spare
change. It was a completely different lifestyle than he was used to.

When the dancers took a break, Josh threw a $5 bill in their bucket. One of the
dancers said "Thanks guy!  How bout goin for double or nothing on that tip?"
"What do you mean?" asked Josh. "How bout you double that tip if I can tell you
where you got your shoes – and if I can't, I'll give you that tip back" the street-
dancer suggested. Josh didn't really want his tip back, but he was interested to
see where this might go. He figured the street performer had no possible way of
knowing that Josh had bought his shoes at an outlet mall outside of Gulf Shores
Alabama.

"Ok, tell me where I got my shoes" Josh replied. "Right now you got your shoes
on Bourbon Street in New Orleans Louisiana!" the tap-dancer proudly announced
in a cocky tone. His street-English would allow him to use the word `got' instead
of the word `have' when describing the current location of Josh's shoes.

Josh smiled and said "Ok, that was pretty clever" as he pulled out another $5 to
throw in their bucket. The two teenage dancers smiled and gave them a quick
encore performance before thanking Josh for his generosity.

They finished their daiquiris and Ryan bought the group a round of `Hurricanes'.
This was the trademark drink of New Orleans and was made with vodka, gin,
rum, amaretto, triple sec, and a blend of fruit juices. It was a strong cocktail that
produced a quick intoxication.

So the group was getting a bit drunk by the time they reached the Voodoo
Museum. This was actually a store, rather than a museum, but contained many
artifacts related to the practice of voodoo in New Orleans and the Caribbean.
Steve and Brandon marveled at the shrunken heads, voodoo dolls and other
macabre merchandise. "We could use this shit to torture people we don't like at
school" Steve jokingly suggested to Brandon.

Ryan announced that he wanted more to drink and coaxed the guys back out
onto the street. As they crossed St Ann Street, the atmosphere of the city
changed. Josh, Brandon and Steve couldn't quite put their fingers on what made
it feel different, but Ryan picked it up immediately. "This is all gay down here!"
Ryan announced. "What?" Josh asked, a little confused. "This must be a gay
neighborhood down at this end of Bourbon Street. These are all gay bars and
businesses... look around you. No longer is it frat-boys and their girlfriends, here
we got guys hugging guys!" Ryan explained.

He was right! The only gay guys Brandon had ever met were the guys he was
here with right now, and maybe the guy who cut his hair. He intuitively knew
there were other gays in the world, but he had never seen them and certainly
didn't think there was entire communities filled with gay people. And here, gay
couples walked freely down the street arm-in-arm, and through the open doors of
the bars he could see men touching, kissing and dancing with one another!
Brandon was amazed.

"Let's pick out one of these bars and go in" suggested Ryan. "These big
nightclubs have bouncers that look like they might be checking ID's at the door,
let's find a smaller bar." Josh recommended. A block down they found a bar
called `Gator Balls'. All of the tall doors that lined the street were open and were
not manned with bouncers. They went in and found an open table.

There was a dj playing techo and house music along with some hip-hop and
there were a lot of guys on the dance floor. Josh suggested a round of beers to
slow down everyone's buzz and went to the bar to buy them. Brandon and Steve
realized that they had crossed into a purely adult environment and cut the
horseplay.

Ryan invited Steve to dance with him. "Shit I'm not much of a dancer!" Steve
replied. "I'll teach you!" said Ryan. Brandon and Josh watched as Ryan stood
right behind Steve on the dance floor holding his waist tight up against his own
body and forcing him to move his hips along with Ryan's to the beat of the music.
Brandon remembered back to the drunken evening at Josh's apartment where he
danced with Josh and Ryan and recalled what a good dancer Ryan was.

"Wanna dance?" Josh suggested. "Sure!" Brandon giggled and they joined Ryan
and Steve. They were all smiling and laughing as they danced, particularly when
Steve tore his t-shirt off like many of the other guys in the bar had already done.
They finished their beers and Ryan was interested in some real alcohol, so he
bought another round of Hurricanes.

When he returned, Steve was feebly trying to `dirty dance' with Brandon while
Josh stood by and cracked-up. It was basically just a mutual molestation in-beat
to the music. Watching the two boys bump and grind was getting Josh and Ryan
worked-up. Ryan looked over at Josh, smiled and reached out for his hand.

Josh responded and they began to dance sexily. Brandon and Steve took note at
how much better the older guys looked dancing than they did. All of them had
attracted a bit of an audience, however. There was the two hot teens, bumping
and grinding as well as the two nicely built Navy pilots dancing in perfect rhythm.
This was enough eye-candy to keep the attention of many of the men in the bar.

They traded partners a couple of times with Josh dancing with Steve and then
with Brandon, before they began dancing in one foursome. They all started
getting hot and sweaty and joined Steve by tearing off their shirts. A couple of
their admirers hooped and hollered at this and some of the other guys on the
dance floor turned their attentions to the group from Pensacola as well.

After another round of drinks, they were officially drunk. They danced with their
arms in the air or wrapped around their partners and they sang along to any
words they knew or could figure out. Brandon and Steve had never experienced
anything like this, not just the gayness of it, but the bar itself. And being in New
Orleans and on Bourbon Street, the atmosphere and experience of the whole
thing was surreal.

Josh noticed how drunk everybody was and thought it would be wise to move the
party back to the condo; after all they still had Saturday evening to enjoy Bourbon
Street as well. When they stepped onto the street, a taxi driver solicited them for
a ride and Josh realized a taxi would save the 30 minute walk back and eagerly
accepted.

Once they were back in the safety of their New Orleans chateau, Josh was ready
to party! Everyone else, it appeared, was already in that mood as the gang
congregated around the bar. "Make rum and coke for me and Josh" Brandon
suggested. "I want tequila!" said Steve "You're my kinda guy, I'll join you there!"
Ryan agreed as he poured the drinks.

Josh put a CD in the stereo and got some music going. Steve was still in the
mood from the bar and started to dance. Brandon joined him putting his arms up
over Steve's shoulders as Steve held Brandon's waist.

"Let's play a game!" Josh announced. "Let's play that same strip poker game that
we played the night I first met you guys!" he continued. "Cool!" Brandon and
Steve agreed. "Ya, but we gotta make it more exciting... " Josh considered. "How
bout when the guy with the worst hand loses his last piece of clothing, he has to
blow the guy with the best hand, just for a minute or two."

Everyone agreed and they explained to Ryan how the player with the worst poker
hand had to throw one piece of clothing in the middle after each hand, until only
one person had anything left on.

Brandon once again showed his inept ability to play poker and lost the first two
hands. "Ur a fuckin retard dude! I can feel ur lips around my cock already!" Steve
taunted. The next hand was five card draw and nothing was wild. Brandon and
Ryan both had the same losing hand. "What do we do then?" Asked Brandon "I
guess it's a do-over, huh?" he suggested. "No fuckin do-overs dude! You both
have to take something off!" screamed Steve. "Ya, that makes sense to me too"
agreed Josh.

Sure enough, Brandon was the first to have to pull his last piece of clothing off. It
was so much easier getting naked in front of this group tonight than it was that
first night playing poker back in the trailer. But who had the winning hand? It
turned out it was Ryan. "Brandon – you gotta suck Ryan, dude!" Steve said with
a grin.

Brandon smiled and blushed. He certainly didn't mind blowing Ryan, hell, he had
jacked-off  before thinking of doing just that, but it was a little different with an
audience that included his boyfriend. Brandon looked at Josh for approval.
"That's the rules dude, get suckin!" Josh replied to Brandon's quizative look.

Ryan still had his shorts and underwear on, so he loosened his belt and opened
the front of his shorts. Brandon reached in and felt Ryan's hard cock through his
boxers. "Sweet" said Steve as he watched intently. Ryan pulled his boxers down
a bit and his hard 8" cock slapped up against his tight belly.

Brandon wrapped his hand around it, leaned in and licked up its length as if it
was a lollipop. Then Brandon did his best to get the entire shaft into his mouth.
Ryan leaned back and sighed as he put a hand on Brandon's head, guiding his
oral exploration. "So that's probably enough, don't make him cum yet!" said Josh
and Brandon came up off of Ryan's cock and smiled as he looked into Ryan's
eyes. Ryan returned the smile and said "That was hot! You suck a good cock!"

Josh ended up losing next and Steve had the best hand. "Shit, I never thought I'd
have Josh suckin my cock!" said Steve in eager anticipation. Steve only had his
boxers on at this point and Josh started by massaging his cock through the
fabric. Steve was already rock-hard though, so Josh peeled the underwear down
and grabbed the shaft of his cock.

Steve moaned loudly as Josh took the head of his dick into his mouth. Josh then
completely swallowed it and began to deep-throat it. Steve grabbed Josh's head
and pulled his hair as the tip of Steve's cock was completely enveloped by the
warm moist tightness of Josh's throat. Suddenly he threw both of his hands
around Josh's head and doubled over as his body jerked and he pumped several
jets of sweet boy juice into Josh's mouth and throat.

"Talk about pre-mature ejaculation!!!!" laughed Ryan as Brandon joined in on the
chuckle. "Fuck, that was so hot, I just couldn't control it dude!" Steve defended
himself. "I guess I'm just talented!" said Josh as he wiped some cum from the
corner of his mouth. Brandon smiled and wished he was getting some of this
action.

The final hand of the game removed Steve's underwear and earned Ryan a
second blow job. "You won dude!" Josh congratulated. "I wish every game I won
came with this kind of prize!" reveled Ryan.

 Ryan only had his boxers on as well, so he just pulled them off. Brandon loved
seeing Ryan's naked body as it was similar in size to his own, only much more
developed. Steve opened his mouth and began to lick and suck Ryan's cock.
"You do that pretty good for a straight boy!" Ryan teased. "Maybe pussy is not
your true calling!" he continued. "I suck dick so I can get my dick sucked" Steve
said as he pulled off Ryan's cock. "I'm hoping for some pay-pack later!" he
continued.

"Why wait til later?" reasoned Ryan as he leaned over and started kissing and
licking Steve's nipples, chest, and belly. "This is why I love you faggots!" Steve
rejoiced as Ryan began lapping at the shaft of his cock.

"Hey, let's all four go into the bedroom where we got a big bed we can play on"
Josh suggested. They all smiled in agreement and Steve and Ryan broke apart
following Josh and Brandon into their bedroom.

As they hit the side of the bed, Josh put his arm around Brandon as he leaned
over and kissed Steve, licking his tongue like he had licked his cock earlier. Ryan
coaxed Brandon into a 69 with Brandon's balls hanging down on his forehead.
Ryan stopped sucking and slurped Brandon's balls into his mouth, gently
massaging each with his tongue. Then Ryan pulled Brandon's balls aside and
began licking the region behind his balls back towards his asshole.

Brandon leaned up and moaned with this new pleasure and Josh, who had
scooted over Ryan's legs stuffed his cock into Brandon's mouth. Not to be left
out, Steve slid his head under Josh and Brandon and started to lick and suck on
Ryan's cock.

They shifted every few minutes until everyone had sucked and had been sucked
by everyone else. "Hey let's try something I saw in a porno once" suggested
Ryan "Let's lay in a circle and each suck the person above our head" Ryan
explained. Ryan leaned down and started sucking Brandon, and Josh who was
by Ryan's legs began to suck him. Steve was sucking Josh, and Brandon sucked
Steve.

"I wanna try fucking" Steve drunkenly announced. "Josh and I only fuck each
other" Brandon said with conviction. "Ok, so why don't you two fuck right there
and Steve can fuck me right here" Ryan suggested. "Really! You'd really let me
fuck you!" Steve said excitedly. "Sure dude, I love getting fucked" replied Ryan.

Josh thought about this suggestion for a moment. It didn't completely preserve
the intimacy of their vow, but technically it would stay within its confines. Josh
and Brandon looked at one another and realized that both of them wanted to do
this. It would be wild and fun. This is what this weekend was all about.

Josh broke out some lube and condoms and they all got into position. Josh
began to penetrate Brandon as he grimaced in pain and Steve pressed his hard
shaft against Ryan's well-lubed hole as he prepared to cross another sexual
threshold in his life from which there would be no return.

As Steve pressed into Ryan he couldn't believe the warmth, the velvety
smoothness and the incredible grip that Ryan's ass had on his boyhood. Once he
had the entire length of it in he began to thrust in and out. He looked at Josh next
to him who was just starting to pump Brandon's ass as well. Steve started to
work up a sweat as he athletically worked Ryan's hole.

"Let's do doggy style!" suggested Brandon. "Ok!" Ryan laughed and turned over
on his knees after Steve pulled his cock out of him. Josh got behind Brandon and
reinserted his dick picking up where he left off. Steve did the same.

Brandon and Ryan were shoulder to shoulder touching each other and Brandon
turned his head to smile at Ryan. Ryan returned the smiled and leaned in to kiss
Brandon. They both loved the sensation of the mouth and tongue play while a
hard cock plowed each of their asses.

Josh and Steve looked down at Brandon and Ryan kissing and then turned to
each other, both with the same idea. They leaned in and locked their lips as they
tried to synch the stroke of their fucking to make it easier. Josh lifted one hand
from Brandon's hips and felt Steve's chest. He could tell Steve was about to
orgasm.

Steve took a couple more deep thrusts before squirting his condom full with his
second load of the evening while still buried in Ryan's sweet tight hole. Josh
enjoyed watching the teen experience his first coital orgasm and soon was
joining him in the intense pleasure of ejaculation.

After Steve and Josh both pulled out, they turned their partners over and both
gulped down their cocks. Soon, both Brandon and Ryan were shooting their
wads as well. Josh pulled off so he could see Brandon shoot, he didn't disappoint
as Brandon hit his own face with the first squirt.

Steve stayed on Ryan through his ejaculation because he wanted to show Ryan
how good he could make him feel. Ryan was pleased, Steve was giving him
excellent head and then Ryan fed him a generous supply of his seed to
demonstrate his pleasure.

They all collapsed on the bed. "That was hot!" Ryan announced as they as lay
there covered in sweat and semen. It was several minutes before any of them
talked or moved again. "Steve, why don't we go to our room and go to sleep?"
Ryan suggested. He got up off the bed. "Good night guys" said Ryan as he put
his arm around a naked Steve, and they walked across the living room towards
their bedroom.

Ryan and Steve remained nude as they climbed under the covers. Steve eagerly
fell into Ryan's embrace and they fell asleep. Over in Josh and Brandon's bed,
they pulled down the covers and curled up together before sleep overtook them
as well.

                           ===============

Brandon awoke before Josh and climbed out of bed to take a piss. It seemed like
he stood above the toilet for an hour as his yellow stream hit the water and
created a bubbly foam. Then Brandon realized he had a headache and
wandered into the kitchen to find something to make him feel better. He decided
he would like some coffee.

Ryan found Brandon rustling about the kitchen. "Whatcha doin cutie?" asked
Ryan. "I'm gonna try to make coffee, but I don't know if I can figure it out"
Brandon replied. Brandon had gotten into the youth coffee craze, frequently
seeking a quick legal caffeine buzz.

"Well, I'm a junior Naval Officer, so I have been highly trained in the operation of
all coffee making devices" Ryan teased. "Why's that?" Brandon asked. "The
United States Navy sails at the mercy of its coffee urns, and the junior officers
have to make the coffee for the senior officers" Ryan explained. "Really?" replied
Brandon.

"Ya, historians agree that the attack on Pearl Harbor was unnecessary. The
Japanese could have simply infiltrated the US Navy and sabotaged the coffee
pots and it would have disabled the Navy the same as sinking all of the ships.
And, it would have saved a lot of lives" Ryan explained in a serious tone. "Whoa!"
said Brandon. "So now there is a Marine guarding each coffee urn to prevent
tampering" elaborated Ryan with a smile.

Josh walked in and said "Is Ryan filling you full of that coffee conspiracy bullshit?
Don't be so gullible Brandon!" Josh laughed. "That was all a lie?" Brandon asked
Ryan disappointedly. "Well not the Navy's reliance on coffee, but maybe I
embellished the infamous Pearl Harbor `coffee attack' theory a bit!" Ryan
laughed. Brandon socked Ryan in the arm jokingly as Josh laughed.

After Brandon finished his cup of coffee, Josh suggested that he and Brandon go
out in search of some groceries for breakfast. The front desk told them there was
a corner store a couple of blocks away on Burgundy Street and they started
towards it.

"So what do you think of this place?" asked Josh. "It's so amazing!" replied
Brandon. "I know what you mean. I've been to resorts that have formed around a
ski mountain, a national park, or a beach, but this is a resort dedicated to the art
of partying!" Josh exclaimed. "It's so cool that they have bars sellin drinks right on
the street, and the music from the bars, and the sound of all the people. It's just
wild!" Brandon observed.

Josh was pleased at how Brandon was getting more from this experience than
just a drunken good time. He saw how Brandon was enthralled with watching the
scenery on the drive and now in New Orleans, he seemed to be absorbing the
culture. Brandon appeared to be genuinely interested in seeing how other people
lived.

Josh considered this and thought that instead of going to tourist attractions like
the aquarium or the zoo today, perhaps they should do something more culturally
profound like riding a steamship up the Mississippi River to a plantation.
Hopefully he could convince the others.

Josh and Brandon had fun cooking eggs and bacon for the group in the
condominium kitchen. "Where's Steve? Is that lazy sack of shit still in bed?" Josh
asked Ryan. "Ya, I don't think he's even stirred yet" replied Ryan. "Well we're
ready to eat, go stick ur dick in his ass or somethin to get him up!" ordered
Brandon.

Josh got everyone to agree to the boat ride and they also decided to walk. They
might have a hard time parking at the waterfront and they would get more out of
the walk anyway.

Brandon thought the atmosphere change from the night before was incredible.
This morning there was car and truck traffic on Bourbon Street and in the open
doors of the bars he could see chairs up on tables as workers were cleaning and
preparing their establishments for the next daily party. "So it's not a party all the
time" observed Josh "Sometimes this town has to work too!" he continued. "Ya,
but I bet the party starts early though!" Ryan threw in.

They purchased tickets on the steam paddlewheel ship `Natchez'. The boys
stood at the stern when the steam whistle belched a thunderous tone and the
massive red wooden paddle began to turn and beat the water. Josh pulled out
his camera and took a bunch of pictures.

"We need some pictures of something we can actually show your mom" Josh
joked to Brandon. "My mom told me she knew we were comin here to party"
Brandon revealed. "Really?!" Josh asked surprised. "Ya, she just told me to be
careful, to hang onto Steve and to stay close to you and Ryan" said Brandon.
Josh considered this and realized that he liked Jane more and more all the time.

They learned that the Paddlewheelers were designed for use on the Mississippi
River with a shallow draft and a propulsion system that went no deeper than the
bottom of the ship in order to not get hung up on the numerous sandbars that
were hidden just beneath the surface of the water.

The ship moved into the middle of the river and accelerated to 8 knots which
seamed pretty fast for this large historic ship. "How bout a beer Josh?" Ryan
suggested. "Ya, that sounds good" Josh agreed. "What bout us?" Steve
complained. "I don't think this tourist boat has the same blind eye to underage
drinking that Bourbon Street has" laughed Josh.

After about 90 minutes of passing swamps and fishing villages, they saw a
stately white mansion on the shore of the Mississippi River. The Natchez
maneuvered to dock at the pier. Although Josh was a pilot, he was keenly
interested in boats and ships as well; this is why he chose the Navy over the Air
Force. Josh watched how they controlled the momentum of the large vessel as
they approached the landing taking the current of the river into account as well.

They were told that they had two hours to explore before the ship returned to
New Orleans and they were permitted to disembark. They walked past aged oak
trees as they approached the plantation mansion. The building was intimidating
with its large white columns and its immense size. Josh realized that this might
have served a secondary role of defining the power and position of the plantation
owner.

After touring the main house, they went down to the slave quarters. "They had
slaves?" Brandon asked Josh. "Ya, that's how they got rich enough to build
houses like this way back then" Josh replied. Brandon was particularly affected
by a display of shackles and whips.

Brandon now realized that this entire magnificent plantation was built through
brutality and oppression. Suddenly, in his mind, the beauty and grandeur of the
estate was diminished. He was glad that Josh had insisted that this be their
activity for the day though. Brandon had been raised in the South, so he was
aware of the atrocity of slavery, but this put it more in prospective.

As they walked back to the Natchez, only Steve appeared to have not been
affected by the experience. Steve was eager to return to New Orleans to
continue the party and was annoyed by everyone else's somber mood. Once the
paddlewheeler was back on the river churning the water, Steve's antics once
again lifted the group's spirits.

Steve had been pointing out women that he found attractive and Ryan realized
that Steve had a taste for women that looked like soccer moms. He reached a
new low, however, and made them all crack up when he pointed out a pregnant
woman as a hottie. "Eeeeew, ur fuckin sick!!" shrieked Brandon. "You should quit
eyeballin guy's wives, dude... your gonna get your ass kicked someday, or
worse" Ryan suggested. Steve just laughed and Ryan wondered if part of Steve's
attraction to older women might be an act, just for `shock value'.

It was late afternoon when they returned to the Chateau Dauphine and they
decided to shower off the afternoon sweat and get ready for an authentic Creole
dinner. Ryan and Steve went straight to the bar for a shot of tequila.

They chose a 2nd story restaurant on Royal Street and sat on a balcony with the
trademark iron railings and planters that was common in the French Quarter. By
this time, Brandon was getting used to going to restaurants with Josh that he
couldn't understand the menu, so he asked Josh for assistance.

"Why don't you try the Jambalaya Brandon, it's just a chicken and sausage stew"
suggested Josh. For himself, Josh wanted to be a little more adventuresome and
chose the Crawfish Etouffee. Steve and Ryan were both attracted to the exotic
meat on the menu, `Blackened Alligator'.  "Do you spose it will come with the
head?" asked Steve. "No, I expect it will look and probably taste more like
chicken" replied Ryan to a disappointed look from Steve.

Josh ordered a bottle of California sparkling wine and requested four glasses.
Shortly, the wine steward arrived, popped the bottle and poured a glass for each
of them. "It's fizzy, like soda pop!" Brandon exclaimed. "I thought this wine might
be a little more appealing than the reds that you have tried back in the
apartment" Josh explained.

The atmosphere for the meal was exquisite, the temperature was perfect and the
sounds of live Jazz music drifted up to the dimly lit balcony along with the smell
of Cajun spices from the kitchen. They looked down upon small groups of
revelers heading out for their night on Bourbon Street as they discussed their
afternoon adventure.

"Gosh, when that paddleboat got going on the river this afternoon, it really felt like
we were back in the old days, huh?" Josh reminisced. "Ya, I really enjoyed that
trip this afternoon" said Brandon. "It was weird bein in a place where they used to
have slaves though" he continued. "I was reading in one of the exhibits that one
of the big reasons slavery lasted as long as it did was that people feared that
freeing the slaves would collapse the economy" Ryan commented. "So people
had to stay enslaved for the sake of the economy? That sucks!" Josh observed.

"Hey you guys, Josh and Ryan... if I get drunk and forget to tell ya, I've had a
really good time, thanks a lot for inviting me along" said Steve in a rare moment
of social grace. "What do you mean... `if you get drunk'?!  but hey, you're
welcome dude" replied Ryan.

Brandon was a little embarrassed that untactful Steve had beaten him to the
heartfelt `thank you' so he added "That goes double for me, thank you very
much!"  "You're both very welcome, let's toast!" said Josh as he raised his glass.
"To New Orleans, major partyin, and gettin laid!" Josh toasted with a giggle.
"Gettin Laid!" Ryan echoed as they clanked their glasses and took healthy swigs
of wine.

After dinner, Steve and Ryan led the way onto Bourbon Street looking for a bar to
buy a drink. Within minutes they each had a tall cool Hurricane in their hands.
Tonight, Brandon knew what to expect and was able to relax as he was
captivated by the surroundings.

"Hey baby! Wanna have a good time?" a woman said to Ryan as she seductively
ran her hand down his cheek to his lips. This instantly grabbed the attention of
the other guys as well. "$50 for a blow job, $100 for the real thing baby!" the
woman continued. "Fuckin cool!" announced Steve. "Got any brothers?" smirked
Ryan. "Oh... You want boys? I can get you boys! You just say the word" the
prostitute offered.

"Na, we're good, we got each other!" Josh broke in. "Hey, I like women! What
about me?!!" cried Steve. "Baby, you don't even have any whiskers, I bet you
don't even have pubic hair either, you should go home to mama!" replied the
hooker. "Fuck!! I got pubic hair! Let me show ya!" Steve defended himself.
"Steve, Steve, Steve, let it go dude!" said Josh as he put his arm on Steve's
shoulders and pointed him back down Bourbon Street. They continued their
journey.

"Shit! Somethins always happenin down here, it's awesome!" observed Brandon.
"Ya, this place is pretty fuckin cool!" agreed Ryan. They passed the daiquiri bar
that they had gotten drinks at the night before and Ryan suggested they do it
again. "I'm not done with my Hurricane yet" complained Brandon. "Chug it!"
ordered Ryan.

They encountered a group of 8 or 9 dudes that Josh figured looked like Navy
guys. They were wheeling one of their buddies on a hand-truck that he was duct-
taped to from his shoulders to his ankles. "What are you guys up to?" Josh
questioned them with a laugh. One of the guys in the group explained that this
was the taped-up guy's bachelor party.

As the groom-to-be was completely immobilized they had to hold beverages up
to his face for him to drink. Since the drunken coordination wasn't perfect, some
of the daiquiri he was drinking would dribble down his chin and onto his tape
covered shirt.

"What do you do when the dude needs to take a piss?" Josh asked. "We've been
wheelin him up to a urinal and tippin him towards it" the guy explained. "Well how
does he get his dick out, and hold it and shit?" Josh wanted more details. "One of
us has been havin to help him out with that" the guy confessed, a little
embarrassed.

"That's awesome!!" Josh laughed. "Where you guys stationed?" Josh continued.
"Naval Air Station Meridian, Mississippi!" he replied. "Shit hot! I'm at Whiting Field
and I can't wait to come fly with you guys!" Josh said excitedly as NAS Meridian
was one of the Jet training bases that Josh was hoping to be transferred to when
he finished his training in Florida at the end of the summer.

The group agreed that everything seemed a little bit wilder tonight. Maybe it was
because everyone had the day to rest up for their Saturday night party. Whatever
it was, the boys were diggin it and were drinking at a pace that was going to put
them right in the middle of it!

On the next block they found some guys hollering at some women on a balcony
above them. "Show us your tits!!" they screamed. Steve joined right in with the
yelling, he was anxious to see some boobs! Josh stood behind Brandon with his
hands on his shoulders looking up with big smiles on their faces. "Show us your
tits!!" "Show us your dick first!" one of the girls demanded.

A couple of the guys quickly complied and dropped the front of their pants. "Not
you... Him!!!" the girl on the balcony demanded as she was pointing at Josh!
"Show her your dick dude!!" several guys in the crowd began demanding of Josh.
"She'll show us her tits if you show her your dick... whip it out dude" the rowdy
crowd insisted.

By now, at least 30 people were watching Josh, waiting for his next move. Some
of them were chanting for him to show his dick. He was drunk, so he thought
"What the hell!" and pulled the front of his shorts and revealed his 5" flaccid cock
to the cheers of the growing crowd.

The woman on the balcony smiled at Josh's dick and opened her shirt revealing
a very large pair of breasts, and shook them over the crowd. The screams and
whistling was deafening. Steve was in heaven. After she had re-secured her
shirt, she took a handful of Mardi Gras beads and tossed them down on Josh
and the boys.

"What do you do with these?" asked Steve. "They're necklaces, put em on dude!"
said Ryan. As the crowd dispersed, the girl got Josh's attention again. "Come on
up and party with us... We're in number 26" she urged.

Josh wasn't real comfortable with this. He felt like he was just going to be
pressured by a bunch of women. "Man, we gotta go up there dude, this is too
cool!" pleaded Steve. "Ya Josh, it might be cool, let's go... We can just tell them
we're gay and then they'll love us and just wanna party with us" Ryan suggested.
"Don't tell em I'm gay!!" Steve demanded.

They climbed the stairs and knocked on the door at #26. A twenty-something
woman answered the door and announced over her shoulder "The hotties are
here!!" She invited them in. It was a hotel suite, nicely decorated, but not to the
extent of their condo. They were playing music loudly and the girls offered the
guys drinks.

Ryan was right, when Josh got cornered by one of the women, he confessed to
her that he was gay and suddenly the woman seemed to like him even better.
She paraded him around the room and showed off her new gay friend to all of the
girls. One of them asked if Josh and Ryan were boyfriends. Without thinking
much Josh said "Actually I'm with Brandon here... and Ryan too, we're a
threesome!" "Cool!! We would like to see that!!!" the girls cried.

"And what about that kid?" one of the girls asked. "He's just a horny straight boy!"
Josh replied. And Steve was in! A couple of the women were interested in
making out with the horny kid and Steve enjoyed more female contact in the next
couple hours than he had his whole life! The women were pleased with Steve's
obvious experience in the kissing department, assuming it was with other
women. Later, Steve even got to feel some bare breasts.

The women were having fun demanding proof that Josh, Brandon and Ryan
were truly a gay threesome and insisted on watching them all kiss and caress
each other. Ryan eagerly played the part of the third boyfriend. It made him feel a
part of Josh and Brandon's idyllic relationship and that pleased him greatly.

When Ryan kissed Brandon, Brandon could feel this change in feelings. The kiss
did not seem sexual, but rather a gift of Ryan's love. Then Ryan kissed Josh and
Josh felt it too. Josh didn't really know what he was saying when he blurted out
that they were a threesome; he just wanted to make sure Ryan was included
since he knew Steve wanted to be portrayed as single and available.

But during this kiss, Josh realized that there was more to the slip of his tongue
than just wanting Ryan to feel included. Josh realized that he wanted to include
Ryan for his own personal reasons as well. "Well don't disturb these boys!" one
of the women observed. "They're all three so in love with each other they don't
even know we are here!" she continued. "I think they're cute together!" one of the
other women chimed in.

When they eventually left this balcony party, all four of the boys were interested
in getting back to the condo. Steve wanted a drink and the other three of them
wanted to explore this new emotion between them a little deeper. After mixing
drinks, Josh suggested that they go to the bedroom. Steve realized that what
was going on here was not sex-for-the-sake-of-sex like it had been the night
before. This was deeper, and as much as he knew that he really wasn't invited,
he knew that he really didn't want to be part of it anyway.

"Steve, would it be cool if I slept over there tonight?" asked Ryan. "Sure, no
problem" replied Steve "that just means more bed for me. I think I'm gonna jack-
off and relive feeling those bodacious tits I had my hands on earlier" Steve
continued. "Thanks for bein cool bout it" said Ryan. "Ya, you Marys just go make
loooove, or whatever ur gonna do! I'll be just fine over here, just my dick, my
hand, and my drink" Steve giggled.

Ryan walked across the living room and joined Josh and Brandon and they all
walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom. Ryan pulled Brandon in close to his body
as he leaned in to kiss Josh. In this kiss, Ryan was thanking Josh for including
him in the most amazing gay relationship Ryan had ever seen, that of Josh and
Brandon's. But Ryan also had concern that his presence might screw this
beautiful thing up!

The three of them fell onto the bed and they alternately shared kissing time in the
three pairings that existed between them. Each time one of them was not kissing,
he took that opportunity to remove shoes, loosen belts, and remove his own
clothing. In no time, all three of them lie naked, intertwined upon the King sized
bed.

The contact of their bare flesh, the warmth of their bodies, and the smoothness of
their skin all combined to produce an erotic and emotional bonding between the
three. Josh leaned down and kissed one of Brandon's breasts before engulfing
his cock and sucking it. Josh laid down under Ryan and sucked his cock as well.
Ryan gyrated his hips pushing his shaft deeper and deeper into Josh's throat.

"We should fuck... the three of us" suggested Josh as he looked at Brandon for
his approval. "Ya, we should!" agreed Brandon. "That's ur special thing. You
would share that with me, really?" Ryan said almost crying. "I love you Ryan"
replied Josh. "I love you too Ryan" added Brandon. "I love you guys too, more
than you know. Thank you so much... for everything!" sobbed Ryan, now with
tears running down his cheeks.

They set up for Josh to fuck Ryan. As they got started, Brandon could hardly
believe his good fortune to even be there with these two guys. They were both so
hot! And now watching Josh pumping his hard cock in and out of Ryan's asshole
was definitely the most sexually appealing thing he had ever seen.

Ryan's 8" cock lay across his belly, hard as a rock as Josh fucked on his knees,
holding Ryan's legs up. Brandon stroked Ryan's cock a couple of times and then
began to suck it. The sensation of Josh's hard cock driving in and out of him and
his cock being licked and sucked by Brandon was too much for Ryan to handle
for very long. As he began shooting delicious streams of warm cum into
Brandon's mouth and throat, Brandon felt lucky that he was the one receiving this
symbol of love from his new boyfriend. Josh pumped Ryan like it was his last
fuck on earth and then shot his load hard into Ryan's ass. Though Josh was
wearing a condom, Ryan could feel the ejaculation and the warmth of Josh's
load.

After Josh pulled out, he suggested that Brandon take his place. Brandon eagerly
slid a condom down the shaft of his cock and scooted his thin frame up into
position to penetrate this seriously hot guy's ass. Josh had Ryan loosened up, so
Brandon was able to slid right in and begin pumping away immediately.

He began to sweat as he fucked faster and faster. Ryan put his fingers around
Brandon's thin tight ass and pulled his hips in as Brandon thrust forward.
Brandon let out a scream when he fired his boy juice into Ryan, and then
collapsed onto Ryan's chest, as Ryan leaned down and kissed his head.

Three people could not have been closer than these three boys were at that
moment. Physically and emotionally, they bonded as one. Josh and Ryan were
wise enough to know that three-way relationships were not practical, and
practically never worked, but that didn't matter at this moment. The love that they
shared between them would certainly help them through the inevitable tough
times ahead.

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