"Who wouldn't forget, Dalton,"  Lyle said, grinning as he padded barefoot across the floor toward us, the blanket hanging loosely on his shoulders revealing his half hard cock.  "If I had a hunk like your brother in my arms, I surely wouldn't be thinking of anything else except maybe a cup of that coffee I smelled brewing."

"Help yourself, Lyle; how about you Tip, do you want a cup?"  I asked casually, smiling at seeing Lyle wasn't wearing the briefs that had been laid out on the bed.

"Lot's of cream in mine but no sugar," Tip responded, glancing at Dalton with a twinkle in his eyes, as he followed Lyle, clutching the blanket around him rather than letting it fall open.

"I'm going to have a glass of milk instead," Dalton said sheepishly, glancing at us and finally smiling.

Lyle and I sat down at the table while Dalton poured himself a glass of milk and lingered at the counter, his embarrassment fading as he watched Tip fixing his coffee.  Tip's  blanket fell open as he poured milk into the mug, and I saw Dalton's eyes brighten as he looked between the folds. 

I felt a twinge of jealousy at the way he was looking at Tip, and Lyle confirmed what I was feeling when he leaned over and said softly, "I think they like each other, don't you?"

"Dalton told me he liked Tip; and, from what he said they talked about yesterday when they were swimming, I think Tip likes Dalton just as much,"  I said quietly, breathing in deeply before taking a sip of my coffee.

"Did, Dalton tell you what they talked about?"  he asked, cautiously glancing toward Tip and Dalton still standing at the counter with their heads together.

"In general he did, Lyle; but it sounded like Dalton did most of the talking, and he told Tip about how we found out that we are both gay.  I already knew I was, but Dalton was struggling with his feelings toward other boys. We've been talking about it ever since I've been home, and he is feeling better about himself," I replied still hedging a little, undecided if I should tell him  about our involvement with each other when I glanced up, and saw Tip moving toward us while Dalton was going into the bedroom.

"Dalt said he had to take a leak, and then we're gonna lie down for awhile.  I told him that I was feeling kind of tired from riding my bike over in the rain and then taking a hot shower.  He said you two were talking and would probably be at it the rest of the afternoon and that he didn't feel like sitting around talking," Tip said, clutching his blanket around him tightly and smiling sheepishly, his eyes twinkling brightly.

"Are we going to sit around talking, Carl?"  Lyle asked, breathing in deeply and shrugging his shoulders while letting the blanket fall down behind him.

"That depends," I answered, feeling a hot surge in my groin at the sight of his lean muscled chest expanding, his abdominal muscles contracting into two hard ridges separated by a trail of silky dark reddish brown hair descending down from his navel, spreading across his pelvis and surrounding the base of his swelling cock.

"What depends on what?" Dalton asked, glancing at Lyle and then at Tip as he came out of the bedroom wearing only his briefs and carrying two pillows.

"Whether or not we will be talking the rest of the afternoon, depends on how long it will take Lyle to tell me the long story he mentioned when he and Tip came in out of the rain,"  I said, answering Dalton.

"Oh...,well, you guys can talk all you want, we're going to take a nap," he answered, glancing down at Lyle's crotch and grinning at Tip.