Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 08:43:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Harry Rod Subject: My Exhibitionist Roomate - Chapter 22 Everyone hesitated to get up as we were all sporting wood. "Will thinking of fucking your grandma help me?" Howie asked, moving his chair back so we could see his tented shorts. I was eager to see what was in those shorts! And eager to hear the rest of the story. All I figured out was that this was going to be a wild weekend! Howie and Mike very blatantly adjusted themselves so their cocks were trapped in their waistband. And it was obvious from the process that Howie wasn't wearing any underwear. That only made Timmy throb more. I turned my back on the restaurant as I adjusted myself. Then we headed off to the grocery store. While Howie shopped, he said, "Tim, I am sorry about the whole surfer macho thing. I was really trying to be a hip, tough, stud, so you wouldn't think any less of me. But when you told me about yourself, I realized I didn't have to pretend in front of you. I am sorry." It was amazing to see this hunk of a guy apologizing to me, concerned he might be considered a wimp. It was amazing. It seemed I wasn't the only one that had issues with esteem and the whole gay issue. Howie seemed to have a plan for the groceries and knew the store and soon had the basket filled with stuff, including a couple of cases of cold beer. I didn't know who was going to buy the beer since we were all under 21. When we got up to the cash register, the checker recognized Howie,. "Hey, Howie, how are they hanging?" "Same as always, Jere, low and heavy!" Jere laughed and started ringing up the groceries. When he got to the beer, he looked at Howie and said, "Now I need to see some ID in order to sell you this beer," he said with grave seriousness. "Okay, if I have to," Howie said and reached for his shorts. But not for his back pocket. He unzipped his pants and let his still nearly hard cock fall out. I was astonished and thought sure Jere was going to call the cops, but he only said, "Howie, that works for one of the cases, but you have two here." He looked at Mike and then me, "Either one of you got ID?" he said with the same seriousness. Mike, of course, said, "I do," and hauled out his cock. Jere stood for a moment looking back and forth between the two cocks, then licked his lips and said, "Nice. You sure you boys don't want some hard liquor? I think we could work out something." He was smiling as he said it. "Not tonight, Jere, maybe tomorrow," Howie said and then added, "But if you want to add a discounted handling fee go right ahead." I realized the store was nearly empty and that this must be an oft played out routine that we were witnessing. Jere reached over and fondled Howie's cock and sighed. Howie didn't react at all, except maybe to have his cock swell up a bit more. Then Jere reached out and took Mike's cock in his other hand. "Yeah, nice. You boys can get your 10% discount handling fee now." He smiled. Not to be outdone, I swallowed, took a deep breath and in a voice slightly above a whisper, I said, "Will you make that 20%?" and unzipped my shorts and released a very hard and happy Timmy. Jere's eyes lit up and he reached over and encircled my cock with his calloused hand. He looked up and smiled and then put his attention back on my cock and stroked it a couple of times. He sighed again as he removed his hand and said, "Yeah, I think a 20% handling fee discount is appropriate." He thought for a moment, then added, after looking around the store, "You know, I could arrange a 100% servicing fee, if you wanted." He said with a shy grin on his face. Howie laughed, "Jere, nothing would be better than to have you service me, but right now we need to get out to the cabin." His eyes lit up at that, "You boys going to be out at the cabin?" "All weekend," Howie said as he stuffed his cock back into his shorts and zipped up. Mike and I did the same. "Maybe, I'll drop by and see you guys," he said, hopefully. "Sure, you do that. Anytime Jere." Howie said. He paid the greatly reduced amount and we carried the stuff out to the truck. As we put it in the bin in the back I asked, "What is up with him?" "Jere? He's a nice old man who is married and likes guys as well. A couple of months back I was up here with one of the guys I work with and he asked for the ID and eventually I tried the cock trick and it worked and he was very interested." He paused and then added, "He's a nice guy and doesn't come across as some lecherous pervert. He likes guys and wants to treat them well and gives a great blow job!" He smiled as if remembering one. I looked from Howie to Mike and then said, "How do you guys always end up getting sex no matter where you are?" Mike looked over at me, smiled and said, "You don't seem to be doing too bad in that department either. I seemed to remember someone being committed to 3 sex sessions in one day, not including the times you spent with me." I blushed and looked at Howie to see his expression. He just laughed again and shook his head. "This is going to be one fucking wild weekend!" We got in the truck and headed out of town. I was waiting for Howie to finish his story, but he pulled off the road under a street lamp as he exited the town. I was wondering what was up. "I have a tradition," Howie said,. "This is kind of like the end of civilization here and not much else between here and the cabin. So I stop here, strip, and ride the rest of the way naked, because that is how I am going to spend the rest of the weekend. So, except if it gets chilly or something, we are going to be naked the rest of the weekend." He looked at me and added, "If that's okay with you." He looked very serious and then couldn't hold it and produced a huge grin. "Yeah," I said, with a dry mouth eager to see him naked, but a bit worried if I would live up to his expectations. But Mike was teaching me to just go with it, so I added, "I am up for that," meaning the pun implied. "Good." He turned off the engine, opened his door and got out. He walked over to our side of the truck and opened the door. "Okay, everyone out." Mike slid out and then I did. I was a bit nervous about this,. I don't know why, but I was. I think it was partially because this was my cousin, and partially because we were standing along the side of the road underneath a street lamp. "Now, everyone strip," Howie directed, and started pulling off his t-shirt. I stared in fascination as his chest was exposed. His chest was well defined, as much as Mike's, but his was covered in a thin layer of hair. It appeared to be all the same length, a little less than ?" in length. It covered his chest and then led in a trail down his stomach to his navel and then the trail continued on down to the waistband of his shorts. He tossed his t-shirt in the truck and then unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the ground. His crotch had the same length hair on it, every one of them a bit less than a half an inch. I had seen his cock in the grocery store but now it was on display completely and unencumbered. It hung down about 4 or 5 inches, soft across 2 egg sized balls that were hairless. It was cut and the head flared out nicely from the shaft. As he bent and turned to pick up his shorts and toss them in the truck I saw his ass. It had the same covering of short hairs. Then I noticed the same was true of his arms and legs. How did one have such uniform length of hair everywhere and all of it straight and a dark brown, or at least in the light of the street lamp appeared dark brown. He saw me staring and said, "I thought you said you had seen a naked man before?" he smiled as he said it and then put his hands on his hips and just stood there naked on the side of the road and let me look at him. It was an awesome sight and soon Mike was standing next to him naked as well. Timmy was waking up (again!) as I took in the sight. Then Howie did a clearing the throat noise and it was obvious that he was waiting for me. I nervously reached up and pulled off my t-shirt and with slightly shaking hands threw it into the truck. My heart was racing as I undid the button on my shorts, unzipped, and let them drop to the ground. I removed my hands and stood up straight, with the awareness that I was the only one hard. Howie grinned and said, "Yeah, nothing wrong with that!" He looked Mike over and said, "Yes, it is going to be a fun weekend. Now let's get up there." He walked over to his side of the truck to get in. Just then another pickup drove by from the opposite direction and tooted it's horn at the naked Howie moving up to his door. He just waived and continued on. That made my cock twitch; the whole being-seen-naked-in-the-open thing. Course, I guess that is what exhibitionism is all about. No wonder Mike enjoyed it so much. Mike gathered up our clothes and put them in the bin and then motioned for me to get it. I got in and slid across the seat, now well aware of the heat coming from my cousin's body as I sat thigh to thigh with him. Then Mike moved in on the other side, completely closing me in with naked man flesh. I was in heaven and Timmy was enjoying himself as well. Howie started the truck and then reached over to shift into first. He grabbed my cock and pushed it down and then said, "Oh, sorry, grabbed the wrong knob!" and chuckled. He played around at shifting Timmy, and then released him and he snapped back to my stomach. I groaned. Mike laughed and said, "Down Timmy, Down. Try to behave Timmy. It is not time to come out and play!" "Timmy, I like that," he gave Timmy a stroke or two. "Timmy, I hope that you and Charles get to be good friends this weekend along with...?" he said, pointing at Mike's cock. I realized I didn't know what he called his cock and wanted to ask Howie about "Charles." Mike smiled and said, "Max" and that is all he said and kept a big smile on his face. I looked back at Howie and down and Charles, "So what's with Charles?" "Why, he `s a real prince of course!" and laughed. Then I turned to Mike, "Max?" He smiled, and I swear he even blushed, "Yeah, you know Max as in Maximum. Maximum power, strength, equipment, usage, etc." Then he chuckled, "And there is this old comedy where Jack Lemmon keeps saying, `Push the button, Max,' and I think of that sometimes when I am fucking a guy. I want to keep pushing the button." He smiled again and I saw that Max had swelled a bit. I grinned and then turned and looked back at Howie. I couldn't help myself. I reached over and ran my hand over the hair on his chest. It was bristly and felt different than other men's chest hair I had felt. Howie looked over at me and said, "It's been cut." I started to ask about it when Mike interrupted, "You were going to finish your story," he said with a pointed look at me. I leaned back, enjoying the feel of both of their bodies next to mine, and waited for Howie to continue. "Oh, yeah, `dude' I was going to do that. And it is one awesome story, `dude,'" he laughed. "Sorry, no more `dude' for a while." He reached down and scratched his nuts and then continued, "Uncle Randy wanted to make sure I was okay with everything and once I said I was fine, he began my introduction to man to man sex. "He began by having one of his workers over and having sex with him and having me watch. He first gave me a lesson on sucking, blow jobs or whatever you call it. He had this guy come in and strip and slowly turn so I could inspect his body. He was built like a rugby player; - stocky, brawny and pale with black hair. Uncle then got naked and did the same turn for inspection. He invited me to come over and inspect the two them intimately. He encouraged me to touch, look, smell and taste wherever I wanted. It was mind blowing. I had not had such close contact to another man, ever. It was such an overwhelming experience. Then he had me watch as the guy began sucking uncle's cock. I knew of men giving another man oral sex, but had never seen it. In fact, I had never had anyone doing it to me. I was instantly hard as my uncle's cock grew in the man's mouth. I watched enthralled as he proceeded to service my uncle's dick to his obvious pleasure. My uncle kept up a running commentary on what the guy was doing to him and how it felt. I was leaking without having touched myself. "This continued until my uncle began to shoot in the guy's mouth and he pulled out and finished by shooting all over the guy's face. I watched in fascination as the guy cleaned his face with his tongue and fingers and swallowed every last drop of my uncle's cum. "Then my uncle did the man's short thick cock as I observed. The whole process was repeated, but without my uncle's dialogue. The guy's pleasure was obvious as he moaned and groaned throughout the process until he, too, climaxed and shot in my uncle's mouth and then all over his face. But instead of my uncle cleaning up his face, the guy leaned down and licked his own cum off of my uncle's face. "When he finished, the guy picked up his clothes and, without dressing, left the house. When he left, my uncle asked if I wanted to experience it and I said yes, not knowing if I was going to suck or to be sucked. He had me sit on the stool in his bedroom and he knelt between my legs and began to suck my already hard, wet cock. The feeling was so incredible, I was so sensitive, turned on, horny, and whatever, so it didn't take long for me to come to that point where nothing else mattered. I shuddered and screamed as I came with incredible force. I was holding my uncle's head as I pumped into his mouth and throat. Then I had to remove my cock from his mouth quickly as it was so sensitive and the feeling clashed with the rush I was still coming down from." "Did you get to return the favor?" I asked, totally caught up in the story. He looked at me like he wasn't sure I was related to him, "Of course I did, but all in the appropriate time." He thought for a moment and then said, "Everything was done in stages, and nothing was rushed. "It was the same with fucking - the demonstration of giving and receiving and then the doing, over a span of a couple of days. And of course, rimming and nipple play and ball play and enemas and everything. "Then the guys in the bunk house were given the word that they could play with me and let me experiment with them. I guess they had been hiding their actions until that time. After that, it was no holds barred. Anything could and did happen. Everyone went naked in the bunkhouse and everyone was always open to try anything and if you weren't involved, it was okay to sit around and jerk off while you watched. "Or just sit around and jerk off while someone shared a story or watched a porn tape. Or going to sleep at night; jerking off with the guys in the bunk house or taking care of morning wood, although it was unusual to have to use your hand. "And it didn't stop there. There was the watersports, exhibitionism, bondage, pain, everything imaginable and some I never had imagined." He laughed as if remembering something. "There is one guy, Joe; he is the kinkiest dude I have ever met. There is nothing he won't try or do. You suggest it and he will try it. He was the piss king of the bunkhouse. He would piss anywhere and everywhere and drank about as much as he pissed. He once had all the guys piss into a bucket all day long so he could take a shower in it. He liked nothing better than recycled beer. "One time he took my uncle and I up to this house where there were guys with cameras and a male rottweiler. I couldn't believe what he let that dog do while these guys stood around and took pictures of him. Way out there. "But for the most part, it was a lot of fucking and sucking and pissing. I learned about bottoming, topping, being submissive, being dominant, being restrained and restraining guys. And toys: butt plugs, dildos, nipple clamps, hot wax, bengay, clothespins, whips, and even your CB-2000." I blushed at that comment, but was so on edge by his experiences in such a short period of time. "And what did your Uncle think of all these experiences?" I asked. He laughed, "He participated in a good deal of them, always making sure things didn't get out of hand." He thought for a moment. "He had a little cure for guys that got out of hand. He put them in this cement room in the basement that in which they could only sit or kneel in. It had no lights and would be sealed shut. Minimum stay was 24 hours. No food or water was provided. The bad part was that above the room were the urinals for the bunkhouse. And all the piss that went in the trough came out of the ceiling in a spray. "Guys always knew when someone was in the pit and made sure they had plenty of fluids to make sure the guy got a good dose, because he was usually in there because he had tried to force someone, or went too far with something such that someone cried, `uncle' literally. "It didn't happen often and didn't need to." He stopped and chuckled again, "except Joe, he seemed to like being put in the pit." He laughed again. We had been on a dirt road for a number of miles now and he pulled in next to a cabin and said, "This is it." He turned off the engine and got out of the car. I could see in the moonlight that he was hard as he grabbed some groceries and told us to get the rest. Mike was hard as well and I couldn't get the picture out of my head of three naked studs carrying sacks of groceries up to this cabin. I thought it would make a hell of a delivery service! He unlocked the cabin and flipped on the lights. Light I should say. There was just one light in the ceiling of the main room. He had us put all the stuff on the wooden table and then gave us a tour of the place. The kitchen, dining and living room was one big room with a big fireplace at one end. Then there was a bedroom with a king bed, a shower, toilet and storage room. I realized there were no doors on any room. "Rules. No clothes, toilet is only for dumps, all pissing takes place off the porch on the back." He said this as he led us out onto the covered porch on the back that looked out over the lake that was less than 20 feet from the porch. "Anything goes, unless you don't want to. I assume we are all adults here and can say no if we want to. Other than that, I plan to have lots of sex this weekend." Mike spoke up. "The only thing I have to add is that Tim has to get some work done on his classes sometime this weekend." I frowned, but Howie said, "That shouldn't be a problem. I am sure you and I can manage a nap while he works." I couldn't see if he winked at Mike or not. Damn! "Okay, let's put those groceries away. Then I think it's time for a swim. Cool us off a bit and then if you are up for it, pun intended, I would like to discover a little or a whole hell of a lot about your two bodies." I could see the grin on that one. And I was ready for that! We rushed through putting the stuff away while downing a cool beer for each of us. Mike let out a long belch and everyone laughed. It was sounding like a real college party to me! We ran out the screen door with a bang, and down the beach and into the lake. It wasn't as cold as I had expected and not as warm as I would have liked, but it was very refreshing. Having two naked hot men swimming around me, brushing against me, was very hot and got me warm fast. Then there was some ass-grabbing and cock gripping and dunking that just added to the whole physical aspect of it. We were laughing and giggling as we played around. Finally we had enough and got out of the lake. I had gotten some good feels of Howie and wanted more. We sat on the porch to dry off. I remembered a question I had, and asked Howie, "So what's the story behind the hair?" He laughed. He turned and looked me up and down. "One time - that almost sounds like that line, `one time at band camp'- the guys decided I needed to be shaved. So they got me down and shaved every inch of my body, including the hair on my head, which they left at a quarter of an inch. It was a strange feeling, right, Tim?" I nodded, not wanting to distract him from the story. "When it grew back in everyone said they didn't like how hairy I was, so they started cutting, using clippers. They cut it everything if it gets longer than a half an inch. So every hair, except on my head, is kept to the same length. I have to say it is one of the most incredible sexy experiences, to have 3 or 4 guys going over every inch of your body, touching and feeling, and the buzzing vibrations are very erotic. I think they held the clippers next to my cock too long one time, until I came just from the vibrations. So I have to say that it is not something I mind at all!" He looked at me and then added, "Tim, you might want to give it a try when your hairs grow back a bit more." I looked at him and then said, "I bet yours grows in faster than mine as well." He rubbed the bristles on his jaw, laughed and said, "Probably right." He reached over and rubbed his hand down my back. "All dry. I think it is time for a little fun." He went inside and started the fire in the fireplace and then moved the coffee table out of the way. He lay down on the floor in front of the fireplace and indicated we should join him. It was, first, a time of exploration. Each of us took a turn at being examined. Howie went first. It was similar to the experience that Mike had allowed me. It was a wonderful thing to be able to take all the various parts of his body and get to smell, taste and touch each part. I got to ask him about the scar he had on his elbow: from a boating fall. And to see that the hair in his arm pits was the same straight short hair as the rest of his body. I asked him about the straight hair, because I hadn't seen any guys with straight pubic hair or straight armpit hair. He said it wasn't treated or anything, that was just the way it had always been, but that it had gotten a bit coarser from being regularly trimmed. I thought of how erotic he said that felt, and thought I would have to ask Mike to do that when mine grew in a bit more. I inhaled his armpits while I was there, and could still get the hint of his sweat and musk. Yummm. I studied his cock and noticed how the skin under the bottom of the flange of the head formed a little knot there. I pulled at it a bit and he gasped and his cock twitched. "That has always been a very sensitive spot," he said, looking down to see what I was doing. His balls were completely hairless, as well as the base and bottom of his shaft. He said he kept it shaved, as he liked how sensitive it made everything, and cleaner to go with his clipped looked. I had to admit it looked good enough to eat! Along his thighs and legs the hair was the same length, even down to the hairs on his toes. Wow, these guys didn't miss anything on him. He turned over and I explored upward, finding a scar on the back of his left thigh (where he had cut it sitting on a fence, he explained) and a cute mole in the shape of a heart at the bottom of his right butt cheek. His butt was firm and he flexed it several times for me and I liked the way it dimpled in when he did. I spread his cheeks apart and looked down at his pink rosebud, surrounded as it was with the same length hair as the rest of his body. I was not shy or hesitant at exploring this area, as I had been the first time. I stuck my face down in it and smelled and tasted. Nice. I caressed his hole with my finger to watch it clinch and relax. I wanted to see what it felt like to stick my cock in there, but this wasn't the time for that. I continued up his back, while Mike worked his way down. He had worked the opposite direction from me on each side, so that Howie was being examined top to bottom at the same time. I saw the small patch of hair at the base of his back and how it blended down into the hair that covered his ass. He had birthmark in that hair about an inch across. He said he has been told it look like Australia. The guys in bunkhouse said they knew they had been down under when they saw that! I felt how his muscles flexed and moved in his back. And ran my hands across his shoulders and down his well muscled arms. Then I took each hand and examined it, noticing the path of veins across the back of his hands and the same length hair on the back of his hands. His hands were calloused and had many scars on them from his work. Yet I thought he could probably be very gentle with them. I examined his head and felt through his hair. The texture was coarser and thicker than Mike's, but had a certain smell to it that I couldn't place at first and then realized it was the water of the lake. I finished my exploration and he turned over. I looked down and saw that he had become very aroused during our tour and his cock had a thread of precum from the head to his stomach. I bent down and delicately licked up just the string to get my first taste of his juice. Yum! I wanted more of that. But then it was my turn. I lay there with my eyes closed as these two guys began their inspection of me. I still found it amazing that hunks like these two would think that I was anything worth exploring. Mike was continuing to work on that part of my esteem, but it still hadn't fully set in. Then the two of them covered my body as thoroughly as I had done. Howie's was very erotic, and Timmy got very excited by the whole thing. In my previous existence, feeling like this, I would have taken matters into my own hands and rushed towards that precipice. But Mike was teaching me to relish this feeling, this pre-climax feeling. Howie found my ticklish spots and my erotic spots and showed me some that even Mike had found. He played with my nipples and made my cock twitch a couple of times as he tweaked them just so. And he found a spot inside my right thigh that really drove me crazy with horniness. It made me eager to cum. But I was a long way from that. At one point it was time for me to turn over and I had to adjust my cock so I could lay better and Howie had me raise up and he pulled it back so it was out between my legs as I lay there. They continued their ministrations along my backside and at some point I felt liquid drip onto me and realized one of them was dripping precum onto me. That only made me hotter. It was becoming difficult to lay still, but Howie and Mike both told me to relax, sensing the tension in my body. I took a deep breath and tried to relax into the rug. The warmth of the fireplace and their bodies around me assisted with the relaxation. Each in turn went over my head with their fingers and hands and I couldn't believe how wonderful that felt. That in and of itself was relaxing. They let me lay for a moment when they were finished, and then I turned over. It was Howie's turn to taste me and I wanted more instantly, but he smiled and said, not yet. Then it was Mike's turn. This was familiar territory for me, but I was getting into the sensations of the evening and getting totally turned on by his reactions and the intimate contact with his body. Howie had two new guys to explore and we only one, but I went to all the familiar spots and paid attention to the textures and smells and tastes of every part of his body. When he was finished, Howie took the chance to taste Mike's precum. Then we turned and sat up. Howie spoke up, "Guys, thank you. That was really special. I would like to suggest that, just as a way of finishing that off, that we just jerk off tonight. I happen to feel that it is one of the most intimate acts - to let a guy watch you pleasure yourself. You leave yourself wide open for him to see what you like and how it makes you respond." He paused and looked at each of us and then continued, "So I would be pleased if you would do that for me and I would give it of myself to you two. What do you think?" Man oh man, I was getting emotional again. My eyes welled up and I swallowed a lump before I could speak and then the words were very ragged coming out over the emotion that flooded my mouth. "Yes. I feel the same way," Mike smiled at me and winked; he knew how I felt about this. "Tim feels exactly the same way you do, Howie. And I can't think of a better way for us all to share each other with each other after what we have just done. So yes, please, let us continue," Each of us then moved until we were leaning back against a piece of furniture. We spread our legs wide, giving complete visual access, and began. While I had my hand on my cock and balls, massaging them and rolling my balls back and forth, I was watching Howie begin his ritual, and then Mike. It was such a visual feast. My hand moved down and began it's routine from long practice, but I didn't rush headlong into it; I was savoring the visuals of what the other two guys were doing. Together we began to please ourselves, as only we knew how to do, whether it was twisting a nipples as Howie was doing now or how Mike played with the area below his balls. The room was quiet, so each gasp, moan or groan filled the air along with the occasional pop from the fireplace. It was like it was creating a hypnotic trance that encompassed all of us. Each of us watching the others, hands doing what they knew how to do, no need to check on your own progress; you could see it mirrored in the faces of the guys in front of you. Tensions built and fed upon each other. Howie had a method of grasping his ball sack up close to where it joined his body and pulling down while his other hand stroked up and down with his index finger, sliding over the head of his cock on each up stroke. Breathing became ragged and legs tensed and balls drew up. Mike's balls were nearly on the sides of his dick, while Howie's were tight below his cock. Howie seemed to produce the most precum and he kept spreading it over the head of his cock, which had to be making it even more sensitive. I felt my rush towards the edge building, and could see it happening in their eyes as well. Howie tried to keep his eyes from rolling up, and keep them open. He managed to do this only by focusing on my crotch. I reached that edge and went rushing down into it and began to cover my chest with cum, but I was watching Howie as he shot a rope out of his cock that landed on his face and then another across his chin. And Mike's cock was erupting in spurts, and flows of cum out and over the head of his cock. Each of us kept it up until there was no more, each one trying to get every drop out for the other one's pleasure. As one we sighed and smiled. Talking wasn't possible yet. We sat and enjoyed the expressions on each other's faces. Finally, Howie stood up and then helped Mike up and then me. We moved together in a mutual embrace and did a three way hug. As we backed away from each other the mingled cum spread out amongst us. Howie wiped up some and brought it to his lips, closed his eyes and sucked it clean. Mike and I repeated the process. It tasted wonderful, a mixture of all of us. Howie ruffled my hair (why were guys always doing that to me) and said, "One hot cousin and one hot roommate of my cousin. That was incredible guys! I think we are going to have fun this weekend." Mike sat up and ruffled my hair as well and said, "And you have one hot cousin, roommie!' "I think we need another dip in the lake to get cleaned up before bed," I said, stretching myself. "Okay, last one in has to sleep in the middle," Howie said, and jumped up. I jumped up and took off out the door. I was in the water before I realized that Mike and Howie were fighting to see who would be last and were trying to push the other into the water. I waded up and started splashing them with water. Howie laughed and dove into the water to avoid being splashed any more. Mike followed and we played grab ass a bit more and then got out of the water. On the porch, Howie opened a cupboard and brought out some towels. We dried off and then went inside. Howie turned off the light and we headed into bed. Mike got the middle; I was on one side, and Howie on the other. There was some tickling and giggling going on, but finally the laughter died down and we drifted off to sleep. I had turned and was snuggling against Mike's back and I guess he was doing the same to Mike. If felt good to be sleeping naked with a man. I had done it with Mike a couple of times, and each time I thought the experience was great. I had to do this more often. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Thanks again for all the emails with comments, suggestions, locations of readers, pictures of what you think the various characters look like. They are always welcome. Harryrod575@yahoo.com Have fun harry