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Three Together

Part Four

(By Nick)


Peter, that insatiable little taskmaster, has sent me back to the keyboard to continue the story of our first meeting. "Just think," he says. "Hundreds of hard cocks. Thousands. All because of you! Think of the dirty old men who couldn't get it for years, and the teenage boys who never got anything better than a computer screen. And the married guys thinking about us while they get it off with their wives."


Robby's giggle is muffled between the cheeks of Peter's insatiable little ass. While I slave away at the computer, Peter is having his asshole eaten by his best friend. I can't complain, though. I know how well I'll be rewarded as soon as I'm done.


If you read our earlier installments, you know quite a lot about us already, even if you skipped right to the sweaty parts. After all, you are what you eat, they say. Yes, I didn't even suspect I might have an interest in little boys until I met Peter and Robby, and yes, if I hadn't been both drunk and stoned I might never have done what I did that night. But I was, and I did, and I loved it, so let's get back to the story.


We'd generated quite a lot of heat in my little tent, but while Robby and I were recovering from our really first-rate orgasms we all started to feel a little chilly. We spread open one of our sleeping bags on the floor, used another as a blanket, and the third as a pillow. I was kind of surprised when both boys cuddled up against me in a very sweet, loving way. Still more than a little freaked out with myself, I decided that Robby was just tired, and that Peter, our young social director and choreographer, was still horny.


Since then I've seen that both boys are genuinely affectionate, even though Peter is always genuinely horny as well. Despite my doubts, I enjoyed the feeling of their soft and smooth young bodies rubbing up against me. Now I hadn't had a double-header with my ex for almost three years before our divorce, but with these two little brats I knew I'd be ready for more action in no time at all.


Peter did his best to speed things along. "Hey, Nick, doesn't Robby have a cute ass?"


"A beautiful ass," I replied, giving that beautiful ass a squeeze with my left hand. "And so do you," I continued, squeezing Peter's with my right hand.


"Yeah, but his is so nice and round. I wish my dick would hurry up and grow big enough so I could fuck him."


"You might still be small, but you're big enough to put it up him. Why don't you try?"


"I do, but every time I start humping it falls out. With only my little dick, he's just the same as a virgin."


Robby, on my left, joined the conversation. "It's no big deal. I might not even like it."


"Of course you'd like it," said Peter. "There's a place up in there that makes you feel so good it's like nothing else. Why do you think I like it so much when you do it to me?"


"I dunno. You're weird."


"No, you're scared. Otherwise you'd let Nick fuck you and you'd find out how good it feels."


Robby reached his left hand over and slid it along my cock, which, by this time, was mostly hard again. "Shit," he said, "he's gigantic. Nick's dick would never fit up my ass without hurting like a son of a bitch."


"Ah, he's not big," said Peter, totally insensitive to my ego. "My brother's twice as fat and about three inches longer. Take a good look at Nick's dick. Didn't you ever take a shit bigger than that?"


By this time, Peter also was stroking me, and I was rock hard. I ran a finger around the rim of Robby's hole, still slick from the finger fucking I'd given him before, and hoped Peter would be really persuasive.


"Well," said Robby, "I'll try it if you go first."


"It's a deal," Peter replied. "Slide on down there and get us both good and wet."


We did another awkward rearrangement, given the small size of my tent. I stayed on my back, Peter lay face up on top of me, and Robby scuttled down between our legs, where he could get at both of us at the same time. Peter lifted his knees and Robby went to work, sucking and licking my cock and Peter's hole, and using his hands to rub my hardon all over Peter's incredibly soft and smooth crotch.


"Work your thumb up there so it's good and slippery," Peter instructed his friend. I couldn't see what was happening, but the way Peter started to squirm told me that Robby was making a good job of it. He was doing a good job on me as well, licking upwards from my balls to the head of my cock with amazing skill, considering that the only cock he'd eaten before was Peter's, less than half the size of mine.


"Okay," Peter panted, "go on and stick him in me now."


"Are you sure?" Robby asked, still slightly awed by the first adult erection he'd seen.


"Of course I'm sure, you moron! Do it! Now!"


Robby guided my cock to Peter's sweet rosebud of an asshole. To tell the truth, I felt a little nervous myself. I'd never fucked anyone's ass before, and there I was doing it for the first time with a little boy. Peter, however, knew exactly what he was doing. My cock slid home like it knew all along that the place it wanted to be most of all was buried to the hilt in Peter's hole. The sensation was so intense I couldn't even move for a few seconds.


"Wow!" said Robby. "Look at that!"


"Come on, Nicky," Peter complained. "Don't just lay there, fuck me!"


My cock was harder than it ever had been in my life, even harder than my first time with a girl back in high school. If I hadn't come just a little while earlier, I think I would have shot my load right then and there. Slowly, I started working my cock in and out of Peter's tight butt.


"Oh, that's good," he said. "Do it faster."


Holding on to Peter with my left hand while fingering his little cocklet with my right, I began to hump faster and harder. Robby got back into the act, licking all around the juncture of my cock and his friend's hole as we fucked. I started pounding even faster and harder until I felt Peter begin to squirm, his hole hungrily sucking at my dick. Something that sounded like a high pitched war whoop signaled the onset of a very intense little boy orgasm. I felt like I was ready to join him.


"No!" he screamed. "Don't come yet. You've got to save it for Robby! Robby, get up here and sit on my face!"


Despite having come a little while earlier, it was really hard to hold myself back, especially when I saw Robby's truly beautiful round ass being lowered onto his friend's face only a few inches in front of my eyes. Peter took hold of Robby's legs and pulled the sweet, almost virgin hole down onto his mouth. I was just about able to reach around and massage Robby's dick and balls while Peter's tongue did it's work. My own dick was still buried in Peter.


When Peter decided Robby was ready, he let his friend know with a little kiss on one creamy white cheek. Robby rolled off us, and then Peter, with a little twist, expertly slipped himself off my raging hardon. I was so hard it hurt, and all I really wanted to do was get it someplace where it could happily blow its load.


"Okay, you guys," said Peter, suddenly serious, "you've both got to do exactly what I say. I want my best friend's first real fuck to be a good one, and neither one of you really knows what you're doing."


"You're the boss," I replied, a statement that has held through throughout our three-way relationship, and remains true to this day.


"Okay, Nick, you stay on your back. Robby, what you're gonna do is kind of fuck yourself on Nick's cock. First sit on his stomach. No, not that way, facing him." Robby did as he was told.


"We're gonna do it like this. You get up on your knees a little. I'll hold Nick's cock against your hole and you just let yourself down on it, a little at a time."


"Okay, I'll try it," Robby replied. I could see he was nervous because his cock had gone soft. It made him look much smaller and much younger. Peter noticed this as well.


"Don't worry," he said. "As soon as Nick's boner hits your tickle spot your dick'll spring right up again. Just relax and kind of push out a little, and he'll go right in."


Peter put my cockhead on target and Robby eased himself down. I felt his ring of muscle tighten around the end of my cock.


"Just relax," said Peter. "You don't get all tight when I finger you." Robby relaxed, slid down on me another two inches, then tightened up and gasped. "It's okay," Peter told him. "You're doing great. Just a little more and you'll be there."


Robby was looking a little teary, but he really wanted to please his best friend. He let out a deep sigh and sat the rest of the way down on my cock. The change in his attitude was almost instant. His little boner returned, and he tentatively began to move around a little on my happy hardon, which seemed to swell a bit once it was back in a place it wanted to be.


"What now?" asked Robby. "Do I bounce up and down like you do?"


"I'll get you moving right," Peter answered, and put his mouth down on Robby's

hard shaft. As Peter sucked him, Robby began to squirm harder and harder on my dick. Soon he began humping at Peter's mouth, which sent his asshole dancing up and down around my incredibly happy cock. I had no choice but to match him stroke for stroke.


It couldn't have been more than a minute later when Robby came in Peter's mouth. His beautiful ass tightened around me, milking jolt after jolt of hot juice out of my throbbing cock as I came at the same time. When we were done, Robby collapsed on top of me, moaning softly. Peter climbed on top of him, and leaned around to plant a little kiss on his cheek.


"See," said Peter, "what did I tell you?" Robby's face broke into a wide grin.


(To be continued. Your comments are welcome: heedon@tormail.org )