Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:05:34 -0500
From: Derek Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Derek and Brett  Chapter 4  The General Store

All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com.

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Brett is 21, 6'1", 165 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, light hair on his legs,
and shaved-smooth chest. Brett is the top in this hot duo, very skilled in
the use of his 7" uncut, very thick cock. He has average-sized balls -
completely hairless. The thing Derek loves about Brett's cock is the unusual
amount of foreskin that overhangs Brett's cock head. Even when rock hard,
there is still a good inch of extra foreskin.

Derek is 22, 5' 11", 155 lbs., brown hair, and brown eyes. His chest is
naturally smooth and his legs are slightly hairy. Derek's cock is 6 1/2" cut
with a large mushroom head. His balls are rather large and can stretch
pretty low, with light hair covering them. But Derek's best asset is his
ass. His cheeks are round and smooth, with slight dimples. His ass hole is
perfectly framed in his ass crack, with a small ring of dark hair around his
pucker.

The General Store

It was Sunday morning. They decided to go a restaurant near Madame Osma's
place for breakfast. Brett was sectioning off a portion of his scrambled
eggs to put on his fork, when he felt Derek's bare right foot touch his bare
left ankle. Both of them had worn sandals that morning and Derek had
apparently slipped his off his foot. Sitting across from him, Derek was
playfully smiling. He was looking down at his plate of food `pretending'
that nothing was happening as his foot played with Brett's. Derek put a
small piece of melon into his mouth and casually looked around the
restaurant as if Brett wasn't there.

Brett tapped the tip of his fork down noisily onto his plate and stared at
Derek. Derek finally made eye contact and said, "What?" in mock surprise.

"You know I don't like PDAs", Brett hissed under his breath. A PDA was a
public display of affection. Brett had never liked drawing attention to
himself, much less to himself and his lover. He had told Derek this several
times in the past, but Derek just could not contain himself.

Derek pulled his foot back and readjusted his sitting stance. He leaned his
dejected face against his hand propped up by his elbow. His smile was gone
and he pushed the food around on his plate with his fork.

Then he felt it. It was unmistakable pressure on his crotch. He glanced down
and saw the toes of Brett's right foot pointing up at him in his lap,
resting against the zipper of his khaki shorts. Brett had removed his sandal
and was massaging Derek's package with his foot.

Derek looked up at Brett in shock. Brett was now playfully looking around
the restaurant with the biggest smile on his face. Derek gritted his teeth
together trying to suppress a grin. When Brett finally made eye contact with
Derek, they both burst out laughing. It was sudden and loud enough that
several people looked over at their table.

Both of them were on cloud nine. Friday night, Derek had been reminded of
how much he loved Brett. Saturday morning, Brett got his own reminder from
Derek. They had both shared raw, sexual pleasure combined with love. They
had never been happier.

Leaving the restaurant, they were about two blocks from Madame Osma's place.
Brett had the box under his left arm. Not really carrying it, it was more
trapped between his hip and forearm. His right hand gently enveloped Derek's
left hand as they made their way down the street.

Derek opened the door to Madame Osma's with Brett following close behind. In
the front sitting room, Brett put the box down on the side table and plopped
down on the couch. Derek looked around and then called, "Osma?"

"Hoo-oo! I'll be right there!" Madame Osma squealed in her high-pitched
voice. She sounded unusually giddy. Derek remained standing and put his
hands into his pockets. Brett sat on the couch playing with the corner of
the pillow that was stuffed into the side next to the couch's arm.

"Ach! Derek!" Madame Osma cried as she appeared. She stepped into the room
and stomped her foot when she started speaking. She clapped her hands
together and then pulled them into her chest.

"And my Brett! Ach!" She made her way over to Brett, brushing past Derek and
sat next to him on the couch. She took his hands into hers. They both looked
at each other and smiled. Brett's smile was wider than hers.

"It worked, no? He loves you more now, no? And you! You love him more, no? I
told you, you would believe, no?" Her questions were spoken as if they were
facts. Her voice started out high and rose with each sentence until she was
practically out of breath when she finished talking.

"Yes, you were right. I don't know why I've doubted you all this time.
You've made me a believer." Brett beamed at her. His statements were as
genuine as could be.

If there is a state more severe than shock, Derek was in it. He had removed
his hands from his pockets and moved them to his hips. His forehead was
furrowed in confusion. His mouth was stuck open in shock. `Brett and Madame
Osma never got along.' Derek thought. `He had never seen Brett so happy to
see her. He even said he believed she could read futures!'

Brett and Madame Osma both turned at the same time to look at Derek. They
were both beaming smiles and giggling. When he saw Derek's state, Brett
mocked him, moving his hands to his hips, pretending to furrow his brow, and
opening his mouth to make a stupid face. Madame Osma was harsher.

"Ach! Look at you with the silly face. What? You think Brett will never
believe? You think Madame Osma will never convince him?" She pointed at
herself with the last question. "He loves you, Derek. Don't judge." She
wagged her finger at him. She appeared to be upset with him until she said,
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We're very disappointed in you, Derek." As she said this,
she leaned back on the couch and folded her arms.

Brett joined in, "Yes, we're very disappointed." And he folded his arms,
too. Finally, Brett and Madame Osma smiled.

She started to move to make room on the couch, "Get over here, silly, and
give Brett a hug." Derek snapped out of his shock and moved toward Brett.
Instead of squeezing in between them, though, he half-jumped into Brett's
lap. His back was to the arm on the couch and his body was diagonally across
Brett's lap. His feet almost touched Madame Osma's.

"Uuuuhhhh," Brett groaned as the weight of Derek's body hit him. He wrapped
his arms around Derek's waist. Derek wrapped his arms around Brett's neck
and looked at him.

"Is this for real? You're not pulling my leg?" Derek asked.

Brett didn't answer. Instead he leaned in and kissed Derek. Just their lips
met. They both kept their tongues in their mouths and simply nibbled on each
others' lips. They were in a world all their own and would not have stopped,
except for Madame Osma. She clapped her hands together and pulled them into
her chest again.

"Awww. You see? This is true love!" she said and then stood up. "The two of
you are in such a place right now." She threw her hands into the air, "Such
a place!"

All of a sudden her face got very serious. They broke their kiss and Derek
snuggled into Brett as they listened to Madame Osma. "You two will never
part. You will always love each other. You have reached a place with no
anger, jealousy, or envy. You have the most secure relationship. There is
nothing that your relationship cannot withstand. You only need one more
thing to make it complete. And that's my anniversary gift to you." With that
she got up and left the room.

Derek and Brett figured she was getting their gift. Neither one of them was
in any hurry for her to return. Derek started fingering the smooth skin that
was showing in the V of Brett's shirt. Brett was planting small kisses on
Derek's forehead.

"Here it is," Madame Osma announced as she excitedly stormed back into the
room. She had some papers in her hand. She moved to the side table and
picked up the box. "I must put this where I can find it for the next
couple." She winked at the boys as if to indicate she already knew who the
next couple was. She moved it to the top of the mantle over the fireplace.

"Who?" they both asked at the same time.

"You do not know them yet," she replied quickly to try to stop the line of
conversation.

"When will we meet them?" Derek asked. He was now very interested.

"Soon. Ach! Enough of that." She dismissed the topic. "Here is your gift!"
She opened one of the papers she was carrying onto the side table. It was a
map. Derek reluctantly got up and stood over the table for a better view.
Brett simply leaned over to see.

"You will go here," she almost demanded as she pointed her finger at a body
of water outlined on the map.

"That's the lake my parents used to take us to," Derek said. "I know where
that is."

"Yes, yes. And you will go to this place." She put down the other paper she
had in her hand. Written on it was the name of a General Store on the lake.
Derek knew the place. "You will rent a canoe. You tell the man who rents you
the canoe that I sent you. This is very important -- tell him Madame Osma
sent you. He will take care of you."

"That's all?" Brett asked. Before today, he would have asked that question
with disdain, as if her instructions were the most ridiculous thing he ever
heard. But now he asked only to make sure there was nothing else they needed
to know.

"No! That's not all!" She said, as if Brett had figured the whole thing out.
"They say that life is about the journey. It is. But in this case, it is
about the destination." She nodded her head once as if to confirm everything
she had just said.

The boys had no idea what she meant. Neither of them questioned her. They
trusted that she knew what she was saying, even if they didn't. She had
already told them that their relationship was solid enough that they could
handle anything and they believed it.

"You go next weekend. And when I see you at the wedding, you tell me how
great it was." Madame Osma was referring to Derek's brother. He was getting
married in a month.

Derek folded the map as Brett picked up the other paper. He looked at it and
put it into his pocket. Derek clutched the map in his hand as he gave Madame
Osma a hug.

"Thank you for everything, Osma." Derek said. "You've done so much for us."

"Yes. I couldn't be more grateful." Brett said, as he opened his arms wide
to receive a big bear hug from Madame Osma.

She turned to face them as they stood next to each other in the doorway.
"This," pointing at the map in Derek's hands, "will seal everything. This
will make your relationship complete." She was almost misty-eyed as she said
it. "Ach! You must go. You have a painting to get, no?" Again, saying her
question as if it were a statement.

"How did you..." Brett started to say. "Sorry." He smiled and shrugged his
shoulders. "Old habit..." They had planned to visit a shop that had a painting
that the two of them were going to put in their living room. Osma smiled as
she watched them walk away.

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Derek knew of a bed and breakfast about a mile from the General Store where
they needed to rent the canoe, so they had reserved a room. When Friday
night came, they loaded their packed bags and headed for the lake. They
checked in at the bed and breakfast, had dinner there, and went to bed
early. Not sure what they were in for the next day, they refrained from
having sex that night. But, as usual, they drifted off to sleep - Derek on
his side, Brett right behind him. Derek was wrapped in Brett's arms; his
cock nestled in the crack of Derek's ass.

They got up early, had breakfast, and headed for the General Store. It
looked like it was going to be a perfect day; the sun was shining warmly
with no clouds in the sky. At 8:30 in the morning, they pulled up to the
store - the place looked deserted.

It was a typical General Store, with a low front porch -- only one step. The
whole building was made of logs, like an old log cabin. They entered the
store together. The store was crammed with shelves and racks of all kinds of
odds and ends. The place looked like no one had cleaned it in ages.

The only person in the store was sitting behind the counter. He looked to be
in his mid-thirties with short cropped dark hair. His face was tanned and
perfect, like it had been chiseled by an artist. He appeared to be tall,
even though he was seated on a stool. His chest was hidden behind his tan
button-down shirt, but both boys could see that he had massive pecs. As the
boys came in, he looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He scanned
both of the boys' bodies as they approached him. A slight smile crept over
his face as he leered at the boys.

"Morning," was all he said.

"Morning," the boys echoed back.

"I'm Derek and this is Brett." Derek said pointing first at himself and then
at Brett.

"Chet." the guy behind the counter replied. "What can I do for you?" he
asked as he closed the newspaper and set it aside.

"We'd like to rent a canoe," Derek said. Derek could feel the man looking at
this body. Derek was wearing a white polo shirt, with one button undone. He
had worn loose dark blue shorts that went to about mid-thigh and an old pair
of comfortable leather sandals. As he scanned up and down Derek's body, Chet
lingered on Derek's package as if he could see through the fabric. Derek
could feel his cock responding as Chet swallowed slowly.

"Madame Osma sent us," Brett spoke. Chet then moved his eyes to Brett. He
was wearing a yellow fitted t-shirt that outlined his pecs and abs,
identical dark blue shorts, and also leather sandals. Chet looked at Brett's
legs, his lips parted slightly as he lingered over Brett's package. His eyes
came to rest on Brett's pecs. His eyes tried to bore a hole through Brett's
shirt. It kind of worked as Brett's nipples started to harden from the
sexual tension.

Both boys realized they were being checked out by this hot looking older
guy. Without even thinking, both boys reached out for the other's hand.

"Madame Osma?" he finally said. He smiled to himself and stood up. He put
his knuckles onto the counter and leaned toward them. "Mmm...mmm...mmm." He
made a sound like he had just tasted the most wonderful food in the world.
The boys moved a little bit closer to each other, now holding hands. Chet
chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, don't worry, boys. I will look..." he said,
as he scanned Derek's body again, "but I will not touch." And he pointed a
finger in the air for emphasis.

"Besides, if Madame Osma sent you to me, you are already in a committed,
loving relationship. There is no one that can come between you. That's why
you're here!" By the looks on their faces, Chet realized that the boys had
no idea why they were really there.

"She didn't tell you everything, did she?" He looked into their eyes for
confirmation, which they gave by shaking their heads. Chet got very serious
and his voice got softer. "You are here to take part in a ceremony that will
confirm your commitment to each other. You will draw upon the forces of the
sun, the water, and the earth to bond you together."

"Like a marriage ceremony?" Brett asked.

Chet started to respond as Brett was in mid-sentence, as if he knew the
question was coming, "Yes, but so much more." He placed his hand under the
counter and took out something and laid it on the counter. It was a piece of
cloth that was folded over twice. On it was an outline of the lake with a
small island displayed. The boys could see there was something wrapped
inside the cloth.

"You will paddle your canoe to the far end of this island, here," he pointed
to the island as the boys leaned in to look. "When you get there, you will
need these," and he opened the cloth. Inside were three small, round stones
about an inch in diameter. Each stone was a perfect sphere, perfectly smooth
-- except a small section on the top was removed. He placed one of the
spheres on the counter; the section on the sphere that was removed lay
perfectly flush on the flat surface of the counter.

Chet then explained to them what they would find at the far end of the
island. He further explained what they would do in the ceremony and what to
do with the three small stones. When he was finished, both boys just stood
there. Their hands were still connected and their mouths had fallen open
with the description of what he had told them. Their cocks had started to
harden when they learned what they were going to do.

Chet made his way to the door at the back of the general store. He turned
and saw them still gawking at the cloth and the stones. "But first..." he
said. He waited for them to look at him, so he knew he had their attention.
"You'll need to put on sunscreen -- the sun will be very hot on your bodies."
He paused and started to open the door. "This way," he said. Derek and Brett
finally saw his lower body; it matched his upper body. He was wearing dark
brown slacks, but both boys could imagine muscular legs underneath. And his
package appeared to be quite large.

Brett put the stone back into the cloth and refolded it. Handing it to
Derek, they all entered the back room. The boys expected the back room to be
filled with all kinds of extra `junk' -- things that were not put out in the
front of the general store. Instead they found a room about 12 feet wide and
12 feet long. The walls were the same log cabin look as the outside of the
store. At the back of the room was a screen door. Shaded sunlight was
reflected on the floor; it moved whenever a small breeze hit the trees. In
one corner were some shelves with some white bottles on them and some empty
hooks on the wall. There were two benches that looked like they belonged in
a locker room. They ran along the wall on each side of the room. Other than
that, the room was pretty bare.

"The sun screen is here," Chet said, pointing to the shelves. "You can
undress and screen up. You can leave all your clothes here - where you're
going, no one will see you." He stepped toward the screen door and gestured,
"The canoe is out here and to the left."

Both boys thanked him and shook his hand. Both Derek and Brett were
impressed with the strength of his handshake.

"Um...one more thing," Chet said as he brushed his left hand through his short
hair. "I'd like to watch you screen up. And I'd like to stroke off while I
watch." He paused and then quickly said, "If it's alright with you?"

Derek and Brett looked at each other. Brett smiled. Then Derek shrugged his
shoulders and smiled, too. "OK, but on one condition." Brett said. Chet
raised his eyebrows in anticipation -- so did Derek. "You will need to strip
off completely, too," Brett finished. He was dying to see the body hidden
under Chet's clothes.

"Nice touch," Derek said smiling. He turned toward Chet in agreement.

"You got it," said Chet. He moved back to the bench behind him and sat down.
He slipped his shoes off, revealing his bare feet. The boys could not see
any hair on his feet or any hair on the parts of his legs that was revealed
below his pant cuff. He planted his feet apart on the floor and he spread
his knees as he leaned back against the wall. The boys could now clearly see
that his package was very large.

Derek put the cloth with the stones on the shelf and they both sat down on
the bench opposite Chet. Following Chet's lead, they both slipped off their
sandals at the same time.

They had all silently agreed to play a game of copycat.

Chet unbuttoned his shirt starting with the top button. As he made his way
down, the boys could see glimpses of skin -- it was all smooth. He reached
the bottom and then he tugged at his shirt to remove it from his pants and
opened his shirt fully. His chest was completely smooth -- not a single hair.
And talk about chiseled looks: his pecs were large and firm with very dark
nipples. The boys could see all the muscles in Chet's abs.

He leaned forward to slip his arms out of the sleeves. His shoulders
appeared and then his upper arms. Brett watched his ab muscles flex and bend
as he moved. Derek was mesmerized by Chet's pecs. They flexed and bounced
their hardness as he moved his arms to remove the shirt. Then his shirt was
removed, baring muscular arms. Chet took the collar of the shirt into his
left hand and tossed it to the end of the bench. There was no hair under his
pits.

Without realizing it, both boys had formed huge smiles on their faces. They
were thinking the same thing, `Holy shit, this guy is hot!'

Chet rubbed his hands down his arms as they came down and then placed his
hands on his knees. He looked at the boys and then jutted his chin toward
them in a little nod. It was their turn.

Derek's cock had snaked its way sideways in his shorts as it grew harder. He
stood up from the bench. Without thinking, he gripped it through his pants
from the head to half-way down the shaft, keeping his hard cock sideways in
his pants. He swung his left leg over the bench and straddled it facing
Brett. Brett's hard cock was now pointing straight up in his pants, so he
needed no adjustments. He swung his right leg over the bench straddling it
facing Derek.

Derek watched Brett swallow hard as if he could not breathe. Derek suddenly
realized that Brett may not want to proceed. He knew how Brett hated other
people watching him be intimate -- regardless of how he joked about it at the
restaurant the previous week. He slid his hands into Brett's and leaned into
him. He moved to his left ear and whispered, "We can stop if you want."

Brett pulled back and looked at Derek, "Fuck, no! I was just catching my
breath. This is fucking hot." He leaned in and kissed Derek before he could
wipe his concerned look off his face. Brett made sure to keep his lips open
and his tongue extended so Chet could see. Derek followed his lead and the
two of them flicked and sucked on each other's lips, making licking and
slurping noises in the process.

While still kissing, Derek reached down and pulled up on Brett's shirt.
Brett's t-shirt pulled out of his shorts and Derek bunched the fabric up
with his hands. Brett lifted his arms, never breaking their tongue duel and
Derek lifted the shirt. Pulling his mouth away, Derek worked the shirt over
Brett's head, up into Brett's raised arms - leaving it in Brett's hands.
Brett turned his head toward Chet and dropped the t-shirt behind him.

Brett was looking in Chet's direction -- and he got an eyeful. Chet had been
turned on by the hot kissing of the two boys. He had moved his hands to the
sides of his package. He had pulled the fabric of his slacks in tight on his
cock and balls, highlighting their outline. Chet's cock snaked diagonally
from his ballsac up and to the left where it reached the waistband of his
slacks. It looked like 9 maybe 10 inches and it was very thick.

While Brett was absorbing what he saw, Derek took advantage of the naked
chest Brett had presented to him. He leaned over and latched on to Brett's
right nipple. Trying to give Chet a good view, he sucked off of his nip with
a slippery, "pop". He stuck his tongue out and flicked it up and down and
back and forth all over the nipple.

Brett dropped his arms down onto Derek's back and pulled his shirt out of
the back of his shorts. His eyes never left Chet's cock. Chet was now slowly
outlining his cock with his fingers, tracing up his shaft on one side,
reaching the tip, then tracing his fingers down the other side until he
reached what Brett guessed was his ballsac. Then he'd squeeze his nut sack
and start the tracing all over again.

Brett pulled Derek's shirt toward the back of Derek's head forcing Derek to
sit up and deal with his shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it behind Brett.
Seeing the look on Brett's face, he turned to look at Chet.

"Holy fuck, how big is that?" Derek gushed.

"You'll see," Chet replied.

Sitting on the bench facing each other, their shirts thrown to the side, the
boys kept their eyes on Chet's cock. Derek had worked his left hand into
Brett's crotch and was rubbing his cock through his shorts with the back of
his hand. Brett moved his hands to the bench in between them and was holding
Derek's right hand in both of his. They were both eager to see more of Chet.
The boys then realized that it was Chet's turn.

Chet rose from the bench. They watched his crotch. The fabric was stretched
when he stood, magnifying its girth. The seam that was previously covering
the zipper of his slacks was stretched, uncovering almost the entire silvery
zipper. They could both see that if his cock were straight up in his pants,
2-3 inches would easily clear the waistband of his slacks.

Chet turned around. As they watched Chet's right elbow extend to the side,
the boys heard the sound of a zipper. The fabric loosened on the waistband
and Chet's hands came to his hips. Bending forward, he moved his pants down
revealing: white waistband...tighty whiteys...tan, smooth, muscular thighs...
bulging calves... And then his pants hit his ankles.

Chet stayed bent over, leaning on the bench, his white cotton covered ass
facing the boys. Lifting his left foot, he brought it forward, placing it up
on the bench near his hands. This caused the tight muscles in his ass cheeks
to stretch the fabric of his underwear and it crept up into his ass crack.
His ballsac was forced lower; the boys could now see the white cotton
encased sac dangling between his legs. The white cotton made the tan skin of
Chet's back and his legs look even darker, enhancing what was contained in
the briefs. With the stretching of the white fabric, the boys could tell
that Chet's ass was also hairless. But was his crotch hairless? They would
soon find out.

At the same time, Derek and Brett decided to check in. They both turned and
looked at each other. They kissed a single, soft kiss. Their eyes were
closed as they leaned their foreheads against each other. Derek was still
caressing Brett's cock with the back of his hand. Brett had started to do
the same to Derek's cock, following its hardness trapped sideways in Derek's
shorts. They were both breathing heavily.

"Are you OK?" Brett asked. He was out of breath.

"Yeah," Derek replied, also trying to catch his breath. "You?"

Brett didn't reply but Derek could feel him nod as they both turned toward
Chet's ass again. Chet had snaked his hand up under his crotch. He slid his
hand over the white fabric up into his ass crack. His fingers reached to the
top of his crack. As he slid his hand back down, he forced the material into
his crack, up against his ass hole, massaging it through the fabric. His
fingers slid down as his hand cupped his balls. Pushing them forward and
backward, the boys could see them moving and jumbling around in their cloth
sac. Chet then took his foot off the bench, stood up, tossed his pants to
the side with his right foot, and turned back around to face the boys.

There was no mistake now - his cock was huge. The white fabric made it look
massive in contrast with his tan skin. His cock was still diagonally trapped
in the white briefs, making a thick, bulging line from his ballsac up and to
the left, reaching the cotton waistband. The boys could see that some of the
waistband was pulling away from Chet's hip, but they still could not see his
cockhead. And there was a sizable stain of pre-cum centered where his
cockhead was hidden.

He sat back down on the bench and leaned against the wall. He spread his
legs wide, as he had when he first sat down. His left hand made its way to
his ballsac. He cupped it and then slid his hand to grasp the bottom of his
shaft. His hand only held about half of his cock shaft and he moved it up
and down to show the boys the heft of it. He then started the tracing motion
with his fingers that Brett had watched before.

Derek and Brett were so eager to see Chet's massive boner in the flesh, they
forgot that they were supposed to be the ones putting on the show. They both
realized the only way to see Chet's cock was to remove their clothes to get
back to his turn. They both practically lunged for the other one's
waistband. When they realized how silly they must have looked, they both
laughed.

Derek relented and pulled back. He put his hands behind his back and grabbed
a hold of the bench. He leaned himself slowly back until he was lying on the
bench. His crotch was open to Brett, his legs spread, straddling the bench.
Brett worked the zipper down, spread it open, worked his hand around Derek's
cock and pulled it free.

"Aaaahhh," Derek sighed. His cock had been hard and to the side all this
time; its release felt wonderful. Brett leaned forward, the bench underneath
him putting pressure on his own cock and balls, and slipped Derek's hard
cock into his mouth.

"Mmmmm," Derek moaned. He turned his head to watch Chet. Chet was still
tracing his cock.

"Careful boys," Chet warned. "You don't want to cum before you get to the
island."

Brett wasn't worried. He pulled himself off of Derek and reached out his
hands. Derek grabbed Brett's hands and pulled himself to sit up on the
bench. Brett pulled Derek to his feet as he rose, too. Brett tugged on
Derek's right hand -- guiding him to step out from the bench. As he did,
Brett turned Derek's body, moving Derek's back to face Chet. Brett sat back
down on the bench in front of Derek. He leaned forward and slowly took Derek
back into his mouth again.

"Mmmmm," Derek moaned again. He could feel Brett pulling his shorts down
now. They dropped to his ankles. He was not wearing any underwear. Derek's
exposed ass was now on display for Chet. Keeping his soft suction on Derek's
cockhead, Brett slid his hand behind Derek's left knee and pulled toward the
bench. Derek knew what Brett wanted him to do. Derek lifted his foot like
Chet had done and placed it on the bench. He then slowly leaned forward,
bracing himself on Brett's back. He could feel his ass cheeks open for Chet
and he knew Chet could now see his heavy outstretched ballsac hanging down
between his legs.

"Fuuuccckkk," Chet moaned in a long drawn out way. He was surprised to see
Derek's balls hanging so low. And the ring of hair around Derek's hole
fascinated him.

Brett slid his hand between Derek's legs and came up his ass crack.
Following the same path that Chet had, he slid his hand down Derek's ass
crack, sliding over the hole, tickling Derek's ring of hair around the hole.
Chet saw Derek's hole tighten as Brett's fingers massaged it. His hand
reached Derek's ballsac and Brett pulled it forward. Then he pushed it back
in Chet's direction, working the stretched skin until one of the balls
almost reached Derek's hole. He finally pulled his hand away and let the
balls drop, swaying back and forth as they dangled under Derek.

Derek had worked his hands into Brett's lap and was trying to undo Brett's
shorts. But Brett was leaning over too far. Brett removed his mouth from
Derek's cock with a slurp and Derek stood up. Brett undid his shorts,
shimmied them off and they hit the floor. He was not wearing any underwear
either.

Derek sat down next to Brett, both boys naked now. They both snuck a hand
into the other's crotch and started slowly caressing and occasionally
stroking each other. They looked over at Chet's crotch. His cock was still
trapped diagonally in the white cotton underwear. Only now, his cockhead was
pushing so hard against the fabric, that the waistband was stretched and had
folded over his cock. Chet looked down into the space created between his
abs and the waistband and could see his crotch. The boys, from their angle,
could only still see the white encased cock, straining to get free.

"You should get screened up, now," Chet instructed. He recognized the look
of disappointment in their faces. "Don't worry. While you're screening up,
I'll take it out and shoot a nice big load. You'll get to see it. I
promise."

The boys stood up and moved to get the sun screen. Their cocks were very
hard and they bobbed up and down as they moved. They got the sun screen and
moved back to stand in front of Chet.

Each of them hurriedly did their own faces. When they were done, Brett
started to put sun screen on his own chest and arms. Derek turned him so
Chet had a side view of Brett. Derek started putting sun screen on Brett's
back. Derek worked the sun screen into Brett's back and shoulders -- the
whole time his gaze was on Chet's cock. The pre-cum stain in Chet's
underwear had now made it half-way down Chet's cock shaft. He continued to
trace the wet outline of his cock with his fingers.

Stopping at the small of Brett's back, Derek got down on his knees and
started in on Brett's legs, working his way up from the ankle. Brett had
finished his chest and was working sun screen around his hips and crotch.
Chet was watching Brett's cock bob up and down as Brett's hands worked the
skin around his crotch area.

Derek finished both of Brett's legs. The only parts unscreened on Brett were
his ass cheeks, his cock, and his balls. Brett worked his hands up to his
nipples and slid his slippery hands over them. He took a deep breath and
exhaled.

"You love me, right?" Brett said. It was their special way of saying `I love
you' to each other. Derek was about to respond when Brett added, "Just don't
touch".

Derek didn't know what that meant, but soon found out. Brett turned toward
the bench and lifted his left leg. He placed it on the bench. Derek was
still on his knees. His face was inches from Brett's ass cheeks as his crack
slowly spread open for Derek to see. Brett's beautiful rosebud was staring
Derek in the face. Brett leaned forward and his hairless balls slowly came
into view.

Derek's jaw dropped. He was completely frozen.

Derek and Brett had known each other for almost three years. They dated for
some time before they had sex, which they had been having quite frequently
for two years. Derek had never seen Brett's ass crack, much less his
asshole. He was very careful not to touch Brett's ass cheeks, even
accidentally. While it's true that Brett was a top, and some tops like ass
play -- Brett did not. Brett made it very clear, early on, that he did not
like his ass touched, looked at, or in any way included in their sex life.
Derek was sensitive to this, even though he never quite understood why. And
now here was Brett, spreading himself open for Derek to see.

Brett's ass cheeks had very fine blond hair all over them. The hair stopped
right at the edge of Brett's crack. Inside his crack, there was no hair at
all. The skin of his crack looked completely smooth. Derek had the urge to
slip in and kiss the smooth, white skin -- but he did not. Brett's asshole
was very visible against the white skin of Brett's ass. His hole was dark
brown and Derek could very clearly see the twists and tiny folds of the skin
that made up Brett's asshole.

Brett put sun screen into his right hand and started massaging it into his
right ass cheek as Derek and Chet watched. As Brett's hand made its way
closer to the edge of his own ass crack, Derek expectantly watched -- waiting
for the slicked up hand to enter the crack. But that was as far as Brett's
hand would go. A couple times, as Brett's hand rubbed the lotion into his
skin, Derek could clearly see Brett's asshole tighten momentarily and then
resume its rested position. He repeated the same thing on his left cheek.

When his cheeks were slicked up, he reached his hand down between his legs
and motioned for Derek's hand. Derek put his hand out and Brett put some
lotion in it. Brett then guided Derek's lotion filled hand to his hairless
balls. Derek took the glob of lotion and slowly worked it into Brett's
ballsac.

With his body all screened up, Brett stepped off of the bench and turned to
Derek. Derek rose and almost lunged at Brett. He cupped Brett's face in his
hands and looked into his eyes. "Brett..." Derek swallowed. "I..." he didn't
know what to say as tears welled in his eyes. Derek was overwhelmed that
Brett would finally share this part of his body with him.

"It's okay, baby," Brett said. And they kissed, slow and passionate. Brett's
hands came up and cupped Derek's face, too as they continued their kiss.
Their cocks danced between them and Derek got excited each time his cock
slipped against parts of Brett's sun screen slick body.

Chet could clearly see that the two boys had grown closer with the events
that had just unfolded. By this time, the pre-cum stain was covering almost
the whole front of his underwear. Chet's cock had been confined long enough.
He pinched the waistband of his underwear between his finger and thumb and
pulled it away from his body. His cock, released at last, bounced straight
up, pointing into the air. He slowly worked the underwear down and removed
them. He moved forward on the bench, his ass just barely hanging on to the
edge, his balls dangling over the floor between his legs. He resumed his
splayed position.

The boys never noticed that the focus of their attention since they came
into the room was hard and wet and exposed for them. They were lost in each
other.

Brett slicked up both of his hands with lotion as the two continued their
slow, passionate kissing. He embraced Derek and started massaging the lotion
onto him. He worked his back, shoulders, and arms. Pulling back a little,
but not breaking their kiss, he worked Derek's chest. He worked more sun
screen onto Derek's balls and then moved to his hips and ass cheeks. When
Brett had finished Derek's ass cheeks, he was going to move lower. But Derek
lifted his left leg onto the bench, opening his ass crack. Brett worked his
hand in, slicking up Derek's crack. He slid his finger inside him a couple
of times as he worked both hands all over Derek's cheeks, crack, and hole.

Brett finally broke the kiss and looked at Derek. Planting one last small
kiss on his lips, Brett moved down to his knees to put sun screen on Derek's
legs. Derek then realized they had completely forgotten about Chet.

He turned to look.

Chet's legs were spread like before. His hands were on his knees. His
underwear was gone. His crotch was completely hairless. His cock was at
least 10" long and was pointing straight up. Its thickness was overwhelming;
it appeared to be at least 3" in width. Its mushroom head was large, but in
perfect proportion with the size of the shaft. The rim of its mushroom head
was very pronounced and it was a little darker than the rest of his cock.
His hairless ballsac was hanging down below, one ball slightly higher than
the other. His balls were also perfectly proportioned in size with his cock.
The show that the boys had been putting on had caused a tremendous amount of
pre-cum to pour out of Chet's cock, so his cock was slick with the sticky
substance. Chet did not touch his cock, but Derek could see him flex the
muscles in his lower body in a slow rhythm. It appeared to be Chet's way of
masturbating, as Derek could see his cock flex and flair and produce more
pre-cum with the rhythmic flexing.

Brett had just finished applying sun screen to the last part of Derek's
lower body when Derek tapped his head. Brett looked up at Derek who was
gawking at Chet. Brett turned to look.

"Holy shit," he gasped.

Brett stood up and the boys instinctively wrapped an arm around each other
as they turned to face Chet.

"If you boys are done screening up, I'm gonna cum soon." Chet said. He made
no motion to stroke his cock. The boys started to realize that he was going
to force himself to come by using the muscles in his lower body only. Both
boys could not wait to see this.

Brett moved behind Derek -- their favorite position. He slipped his cock
between Derek's legs, the sun screen helping it to slide past Derek's balls.
He then wrapped his arms around the front of Derek. Derek entwined his arms
in Brett's. Brett moved his head to over Derek's shoulder as the boys
watched Chet's cock.

Chet watched to two lovers embrace, their lotion slicked bodies enhancing
the view. Derek's cock was pointing up in front of him. Parts of it were
slick with sun screen where it had rubbed against Brett's slippery body. A
trace of pre-cum was visible on Derek's cock slit. Brett's cock was poking
out of the side of Derek's low-hanging balls. It was completely slick, as it
had picked up sun screen when Brett's cock slid against Derek's balls. His
foreskin was pulled back and the head of Brett's cock was clearly visible.

Chet was overcome with the sight of the embracing lovers. He was ready to
cum.

Chet closed his eyes and started breathing through his nose. His hands
gripped his knees tighter. He took in a very deep breath. The boys could see
his balls jump up and move closer to his cock as his ballsac contracted. His
cock stood up even straighter and the mushroom head flared.

"mmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww," Chet moaned in a deep voice as he formed a
circle with his lips.

Chet started cumming.

Chet's cum did not spurt way up in the air as the boys expected. It bubbled
out of his cock head, maybe an inch into the air, and splashed back down,
dribbling down the sides of his cock. And there were no spurts of cum
either; it just poured up and out in an unending flow.

Cum quickly collected on his cock shaft and made its way to his ballsac.
Then, as the cum didn't stop, it started dripping onto the floor. The boys
watched as his cock was bathed in cum. His balls were saturated. Cum was
dripping from several places on his ballsac onto the floor below. His low
steady moan did not stop and the boys thought he was going to eventually run
out of breath.

It was like watching a spigot of cum that someone had left open. All the cum
that collected in Chet's nut sack was just spilling out. Eventually, Chet's
moan got softer and eventually became a whisper. His cock started to fall
slowly toward the boys. The cum finally stopped.

Chet took in a deep breath and tried to regain a normal breathing rhythm. He
opened his eyes and his hands unclenched from his knees. He looked down at
his cock and the massive amount of cum that he had produced. His cock was
pointing at the boys now as it made its slow descent. Cum was now dripping
from several places on his shaft onto the floor.

"Fuck," was all he said.

He looked up at the boys and smiled. They smiled back.

"I've seen more couples than I can count come through here," Chet said. He
paused to catch his breath. "You two boys have just made me cum more than
any other couple -- in fact, more than I think I've ever cum before." His
voice was filled with pride and astonishment.

Derek could feel Brett tighten his embrace.

Chet leaned back against the wall and made eye contact with Derek. "That was
the first time he had ever opened up to you like that, wasn't it?" Chet
asked Derek.

"Ye...", Derek started to say yes, but it caught in his throat.

"You boys are gonna do fine," he concluded, as he smiled and made eye
contact with Brett.

The boys smiled.

"You boys better get going. You've got a lot left to do today." Chet
reminded them.

The boys broke their embrace and Derek went for the cloth with the stones in
it.

"I'll be in the store when you get back. I'll want to hear all about it."
Chet said as Brett opened the screen door.

They both waved to Chet as they stepped out into the open air. Their cocks
were still hard and bouncing up and down as they walked. Their slick skin
was glistening in the sun.

They found the canoe, put it into the water, got in and started paddling off
to the island. The boys were now heading off to confirm their commitment to
each other.