Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 13:46:42 -0500 From: R.J. Josh Maxwell Subject: Stealing Grandpa's Cialis pt 1 It was the summer I was fourteen, and Cialis had just come out. There were a lot of commercials for it on the channels my parents watched, and there were lots of jokes of course. To fourteen-year-old boys, constantly fighting hard-ons anyway, nothing seemed more comic than a medicine to give you one. But the joke was about to be on us. That's partly because we didn't know that Cialis came in different dosages, and Grandpa's were evidently maximum strength. My dad has one older sister, two younger brothers, and one baby sister, so there were plenty of cousins whenever we all gathered at my grandparents' lake house. I was named for my dad's oldest younger brother, Thomas, but since he was already called Thomas, I got called Tommy. My cousin Davis was also fourteen and my cousin Brandon was thirteen. When we were together, people thought we looked like brothers because we had the same dark blond hair and blue eyes and our faces looked a little alike. But Davis was tall and well-built. He played sports and was a running back in football. The only sport I was into was cross country. Dad was a runner and he started me out distance running when I was just a kid. I was as tall as Davis, but a lot thinner. Brandon was shorter than us and he had a slight build. He looked more like he was twelve than thirteen, except in a swimsuit, which he packed pretty well for a little guy. When our families came together, Davis, Brandon and I hung together. My older brother and our only other older boy cousin were seniors in high school. Our younger brothers and boy cousins were like eight or nine and younger. We had several girl cousins. Nearest in age to us was my aunt Angela's daughter, Kendal, who was sixteen. Brandon's sister Jayme, who was fifteen, and then my sister Morgan who was twelve and my aunt Linda's twin daughters, Lori and Lindsay who were thirteen. I know that's a lot of kids to keep track of, so I'll start with Davis and Brandon and me, because that's how it all started anyway. In fact, that's how things pretty much always started; with us three. We had been together a lot as kids. When our families moved apart, we saw each other only two or three times a year, and yet, we were always instant best friends again. My mom always said we were "good boys" until you got us together, and then we "got into things". This time, it began the first night of a week-long vacation that all of our families were taking at my grandparent's lake house over the July Fourth holiday. My Grandpa had made a lot of money building houses, and the lake house was pretty big. Even so, there weren't enough bathrooms to go around, so when it was time for showers after supper that first evening, Davis, Brandon, and I wound up sharing Grandma's and Grandpa's master bathroom. The three of us stripped and right away noticed how much each other's equipment had grown over the previous few months. "Is our family hung, or what?" Davis joked. He put his hands behind his head and did a little hip rotating to wave his dick at us. Brandon and I flopped ours back. I could actually make a flopping sound. Davis made a little bit of a sound. Brandon made as much sound as me. Even though he was a year younger and a head shorter than Davis and me, his dick was the fattest soft. He was a shower. Davis and I were growers. None of us were circumcised because Grandpa wasn't circumcised, and he didn't let his sons be circumcised, nor his grandsons. Gotta love him! "Hey," Davis said, coming closer and lowering his voice. "I got a girl to suck mine." I shrugged. "My girlfriend sucks mine all the time." "No shit!" "Well, three times," I said, feeling guilty about stretching the truth a little. "The last time, we took our shorts off and I sorta ate her out at the same time." Our three dicks began to chub up. "I get the shower first," Brandon said. "Gotta beat me to it," I said, stepping in before him. Brandon shoved in anyway. Davis occupied himself by going through the medicine cabinet while Brandon and I went ahead and shared the walk-in shower. We had just finished a piss fight when Davis opened the glass door, grinned, and held up a medicine bottle; the kind that held prescription tablets. We wiped water from our eyes and turned to face him. I cocked a forearm over Brandon's shoulder in a good-buddy way, and we rested our wet, naked sides against each other. "Guess what I found!" Davis said. "What?" Brandon asked, reaching for the bottle. Davis pulled back the bottle. "Don't get it wet. It's Cialis. You know what that is?" "Yeah," I told him. "It gives old farts hard-ons. I guess Grandpa wore his out." I laughed and Brandon laughed, but Davis shook his head. "I bet he hasn't. I hear that guys use it just to get major hard-ons," he said. "It's supposed to make sex really hot. I bet Grandpa uses it because he wants to. And guess what," he shook the bottle. "It's full." He wriggled his eyebrows. "What?" I asked. "Are you thinking about stealing some to take home? I want some, too." Davis shook his head. "He'll notice if we take too much." He leaned closer. "Let's each take one tonight." "And have sex with who?" Brandon asked, arching an eyebrow suspiciously. Davis shook his head. "No, no! Lookit! We're gonna be sleeping by ourselves in Grandpa's study in the basement, right? We can each take one of these and see what it does. We can Jerk-off. That's it! We can lie on our sleeping bags and have a jerk-off contest. I bet we squirt fountains." "How long does it take to work?" I asked. Davis looked at the bottle and shrugged. "I dunno. " He glanced down at Brandon's dick and grinned. "It's workin' on Brandon and he hasn't even taken it yet." Brandon's dick had started to rise. Truth was, mine had lengthened, but just hadn't started rising yet. At fourteen, my dick could get hard just from me thinking about it getting hard. "Let's do it!" I said. Davis popped the top off the bottle. "Open your mouths," he said. "You can swallow it down with shower water." Brandon and I opened our mouths like baby birds waiting to be fed. Davis popped a pill into each of our mouths, and Brandon and I gulped them down with shower water. Davis popped a pill in his own mouth, set down the bottle, and stepped into the shower with us to swallow it with water. Grandpa and Grandma had a big shower, but with three of us in it, we were sliding on each other. "I knew it!" Brandon said. "He wanted us to take those pills just to sex us up." Davis grabbed Brandon around the neck and gave him a noogie. Their dripping dicks swung as Brandon tried to pull away, and when he couldn't, he grabbed Davis by the balls. "Agh!" Davis yelped, letting him go. Brandon grinned and didn't let go. Davis' dick fattened up. Brandon let go, but Davis' dick rose all the way. We all got hard as we soaped ourselves and each other's backs. So we decided to measure against each other. I was longest, but Davis was close. Brandon was probably the thickest of us, at least at the base. He just plain had a fat cock for a little guy. We dried off, pulled on underwear and shorts, and headed down to basement game room. When we got there, it was to find that our dads were already playing pool with my older brother and our older boy cousin. Waiting their turn to play were our sisters, brothers, and cousins; just about everyone else. So the three of us sat down at the card table and started playing Spades. Brandon's sister Jayme joined us to make a fourth. She was wearing a white t-shirt and at fifteen, she filled it pretty well. Davis and I both noticed her rack as she scooted up her chair. I glanced across the table at Davis. "It's working already," I told him. He laughed. Brandon was sitting to my left and he jabbed my ribs. "Hey!" he said with a frown. I shrugged. "Well I can't help it." "What are you talking about?" Jayme asked innocently. Her arms squeezed her breasts together as she held her hand full of cards in front of her. Our cousin Kendal leaned in over the table between Brandon and me, looking at first his cards and then mine. Kendal was slender everywhere except her breasts, and she knew how to use them. She was the female equivalent of our mischievous threesome, and she dangled her breasts beside us in an obvious tease. "Oh, shit," Brandon murmured. Kendal grinned and gave his hair a muss before going over to the pool table to watch. Our dads, uncles, and older brother all glanced at her the way guys glance at a full rack, even if it's on a relative. We played cards for about an hour, but it was difficult to concentrate. Besides Jayme's cleavage at the card table, Kendal kept bending over the pool table and we kept looking over to watch. When the older guys left and went back upstairs, Kendal came back to us. She leaned on her hands over our table. "You guys want to play with us?" she asked with a smirk. "Maybe later," Davis said. "Yeah, maybe later," I agreed. The girls walked to the pool table, and Jayme bent over it to rack the balls. "Mine's gonna break off," Davis murmured. "Mine, too," I agreed. "Mine's been hard for an hour." Brandon leaned in between us. "I sooo gotta get my rocks off, like now!" he whispered. "Yeah, but I can't get up," Davis protested. "My boner will show." "Mine, too," I agreed. Brandon glanced around. "Okay, when no one's in the way and no one's looking, we go out that door." He pointed behind him and away from the pool table. Our chance came a few minutes later. "Where are you going?" Kendal called after us. "It's late," I called back. "We're gonna get some sleep." "It's not all that late," she called back, but by then, we were out the door. "Wow!" Brandon exclaimed as soon as we were into Grandpa's study. The three of us looked like we had sausages stuffed in the front of our shorts. "Lock the door," I told Davis. "And turn out the light," Brandon added. Grandpa's study had large windows that looked out onto the lawn down to the lake. Davis turned out the light. The windows had curtains, and I closed them, but enough light came in around them from the yard lights, especially over the top of the curtains, to see clearly. We had our pants off in two seconds. "Ah!" Davis sighed in relief. "I can't believe how hard I am." "No shit!" I agreed. "Where are we gonna do this?" Davis asked. "We can't get cum all over stuff." "It's a hardwood floor," I said, pushing back chairs and lifting out of the way the large foam mattress that Grandpa left out for us. "Let's just stand here together and shoot on the floor. We can see who shoots the farthest." We stood with our backs to the drawn curtains and faced the open area in front of Grandpa's desk. Davis stood to my left and Brandon to my right. We each grabbed our cocks and started stroking furiously. "I feel like I could blast a hole through that far wall," Brandon murmured. "Mine's so hard, it almost hurts," Davis said. "Mine, too," I agreed. "Feel how hard mine is," Davis told me, pulling away his hand. I grabbed it. I'd never grabbed another guy's cock before, but when your cock's achy hard and you'd love for somebody to grab it, it doesn't seem like a big deal to grab your cousin's. The sensations were a surprise, though. You think you'd know how another guy's hard-on would feel, but you don't... not the first time; not how hot it is or thick it feels in your hand, or how soft the skin is and how steely hard it is underneath. I slid his skin up and down. "Oh, yeah," he murmured. "That feels good." "Do mine," Davis said, pulling my other hand off my cock to put onto his. So I grabbed his. Brandon grabbed mine. I jerked on both their cocks. Davis slipped an arm behind my back and pressed his side to mine. Brandon switched to his right hand on my cock and slipped his left behind the small of my back and pressed closer. When their hips started pumping, I just held their cocks and let them pump into my hands. Brandon jacked me in rhythm with his hips. A minute or two later, Davis backed his cock from my hand and grabbed it himself. He jacked fast, and grunted as his cum shot out onto the floor. Brandon kept his arm locked behind the small of my back, but took his hand from my cock and grabbed his. So I let go of his and grabbed mine. He stayed pressed to my side, though, the base of his dick and his balls against the outside of my leg. I wrapped my arm over the backs of his shoulders and jerked myself with my left hand. It was kind of chummy. Brandon shot first; the mostly clear kind you shoot at thirteen. I started shooting before he was finished. Mine was still pretty clear at that age, too. "My dick's not going down," Davis said with a touch of concern in his voice. "Mine doesn't always go down right away when I've only come once," I said. "Mine isn't going down either," Brandon said. "I mean, not at all. It's still rock hard." I stepped away from him, though I liked how comfortable it was having him pressed to my side. "Quit stroking it," I told him. "Let's clean up the floor and spread our bedrolls. Take our minds off our dicks." "What are we gonna clean up the cum with?" Brandon asked. "Kleenexes. Grandpa's bound to have some in here somewhere." "On the desk," Davis said. It took several Kleenexes before we lowered Grandpa's king-size foam mattress back down onto the floor. We spread all three of our sleeping bags on top of it, side by side. I dove onto the one in the middle and rolled to my back. Brandon took my right again, and Davis my left. The three of us lay on our backs with totally hard erections pointing up our bellies. "They still haven't gone down," Davis observed, taking hold of his. "Not at all," Brandon agreed, closing his hand around his. "Mine's still rock hard," I said, taking mine into my hand. I glanced from left to right. Thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys with hard-ons can look pretty hot, even to other boys. I mean, I'd never looked at other boys other than to compare equipment or admire another guy's build or muscles or hair, and such. But at that moment, I began to see my cousins in a new light. I felt the first stirring of desire for another boy's body... two of them. I had an overwhelming desire to press my hard-on against one of theirs. Brandon appeared to be looking at me in the same, sort of hungry way, while stroking himself. "What are we going to do this time?" Brandon asked, lifting his eyes from my dick to my eyes. "Well," I joked, "I could fuck you," and I rolled onto him with a growl. We'd wrestled together since we were kids, so I could get away with rolling onto him, even naked. Of course, my feelings at that particular moment were far different from any previous wrestling session. I rolled right onto him and pressed up onto my hands over him, laughing so it would look like I was joking, but I was belly to belly with him, and I wanted to rubbed my erection with his, and that's exactly what I was doing. I'd never been completely naked with my girlfriend, and lying on top of my cousin Brandon with both of us naked was pretty phenomenal. I suppose it always is phenomenal the first time you rub naked bodies with someone, and Brandon had a nice body to rub against. We had two fat erections pressed between us, and Brandon's skin at that age was just a warm and smooth as a girl's. His body is firmer. At that moment, I had the thought that girls' bodies were probably great for screwing; but guys' bodies were great to wrestle naked and rub dicks with. But Brandon and I barely made a pretense of wrestling. Brandon grabbed the sides of my waist, our pelvises aligned, and our fake wrestling became outright thrusting. We ground our dicks together. My balls settled onto his, and his mouth fell open. His eyes sort of glazed as he looked up at me. My mouth dropped just like his did. "Oh, fuck," he murmured, "this feels good!" "Yeah," I murmured back. Brandon pulled up his knees and squeezed my hips between his thighs. I dropped down onto him, belly and chest to belly and chest, and we wrapped our arms around each other. The side of my face rested against the side of his. His breath was in my ear. I smelled his hair. The sensations weren't simply pleasurable, they were also intimate they way things can be between two boys who are friends, experimenting together for the first time. "Shee-it!" Davis said, moving up beside us. I felt his hand on my flexing butt. He ran his palm over it. "That is so fuckin' gay," he murmured, but then climbed on top of me. He laid the length of his erection up between my butt cheeks and hugged onto my back. All Davis' weight was on me. I kept some of our combined weight up of Brandon on my elbows and knees so we wouldn't squash him, but that still pressed Brandon and me belly to belly and balls to balls. Davis draped my back from my feet to the back of my neck. The thickness of his cock rubbing between my butt cheeks felt unexpectedly good. I was flattened between my cousins' naked thrusting bodies, and it was the hottest I'd ever felt in my life. The three of us held onto each other and humped. Brandon and I ground cocks on bellies and Davis rubbed his dick in the crack of my ass. The sound of our breathing grew louder. Davis did a bunch of grunting. Brandon whimpered occasionally in my ear and gradually sped up his grinding. When I started coming, my butt tensed and squeezed Davis' cock. That made his dick rubbing feel even better in my crack. It must have felt better for Davis, too. He humped harder. Even as I slowed down after coming, I felt Davis' cum squirt up the back of my waist. Brandon quit moving under me. "Did you come?" I asked beside his ear. "Yeah, but my dick's still as hard as ever." "It will get soft when we get off each other," I said. Davis rolled off to the side and grabbed his dick. It didn't look like his was any softer either. I didn't get off. "Shit! It still feels good," I murmured, and I ground my dick on Brandon again. He grabbed my butt and ground back. "You know what we oughta do?" Davis asked. "We oughta suck 'em." I had never been tempted to suck another guy's dick. But we'd come twice now, and my dick was still rock hard. Having it sucked, even by a boy cousin, sounded awfully good. Davis saw that I was considering it. "You suck that fat pecker of Brandon's," he told me, "and I'll suck yours. Brandon can suck mine." "I wanna wipe the cum off my belly first," Brandon said. "And I have yours on my back," I told Davis. "Bring the Kleenex." Davis retrieved the tissues and cleaned off my back before I got off Brandon. Then Brandon and i cleaned our stomachs and handed Davis all the tissues to toss in the trash. By then, my dick might have finally gotten soft again if I hadn't been thinking about Davis sucking it. The three of us arranged ourselves into a triangle, just like Davis had suggested; each of us on his side with a leg cocked open. I closed my hand around Brandon's cock and skinned it back. I knew I was going to taste left over cum, but it didn't seem to matter much right then. I leaned down and gave the crown a lick. Several things happened: Brandon jumped; I tasted the saltiness of his previous cum; and I got a nose full of the scent between his legs. The time I ate out my girlfriend, her smell didn't exactly excite me. On the other hand, since I got my first pubes, I loved the smell between my legs. I often rubbed my fingers down under my balls and smelled them when I was jacking off. My own scent was huge to me. Brandon smelled like me. Before I even thought about it, I had my chin pressed to his balls and my nose was between his legs, and I was taking a deep sniff. I think I even moaned. "You like how I smell?" Brandon asked. "Dude, I do, too!" I lifted my head. "Have you ever smelled a girl?" I asked. "I think us guys smell better. Lots better." Davis had just bent over my crotch and skinned me back to get a close-up look at my dick. Listening to us, he decided to smell between my legs. I heard him take a deep breath. Brandon stuck his head between Davis' legs and sniffed. "Whoa!" Brandon told Davis. "You smell strong." He stuck his face back in. "But good." I had a wild impulse; I got a lot of wild impulses back then. I was looking at Brandon's loose ballsack and his two egg-shaped balls. Since my chin had been in Brandon's balls already. I buried my mouth in into his scrotum and gave him a growling raspberry. He liked it. I did, too, actually; the warm moist skin under my mouth, the scent... Just then, Davis' mouth closed over the end of my cock; not timidly like my girlfriend, but firmly and with a swirl down my crown with his tongue. I gasped and saw stars. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. Davis bobbed on my cock. "Augh!," I gasped, lifting my head from Brandon's crotch to see what Davis was doing. Davis bobbed again. I whimpered and gritted my teeth. For a moment, the intense feelings from my dick seemed oddly separated from the strange sight of my cousin sucking it. Davis' hand closed over my balls and his fingers pressed up under them at the hard spot between my legs. At the same time, his mouth traveled well down my cock. I gasped. "Oh, cuh-rap! My girlfriend's never done it like that!" Brandon grinned at me. "Davis and I sucked each other's cocks a few times when we were like eleven and twelve." "Seriously?" "Yeah." "Oh!" I gasped again and pressed my forehead to Brandon's leg because Davis was sucking on my dick like it was his last meal. Then I heard slopping from Brandon's mouth on Davis's dick, and I figured I better get with it. I closed my mouth over Brandon's thick dick and got an instant little burst of saltiness followed by the sense that there was little taste at all. But there was a great smell and warm skin and wet crown. It surprised me that Brandon's dick felt good in my mouth, partly because of its size. I swirled my tongue on his crown and tried to bob like Davis was doing. Brandon stopped me long enough to tell me how to keep my teeth off his skin. Then the three of us settled down to some serious sucking. Grandpa's office started to sound obscene. Davis got my dick all slobbery so I did the same to Brandon. When Brandon started pumping his hips, I grabbed the base of his dick so he wouldn't poke the back of my throat with it and choke me. Davis already had hold of the base of my dick, and so I let my hips pump like Brandon's were doing. When I came, I had the strangest sensation that I was coming into my own mouth because Brandon came at the same time I did, almost squirt for squirt. Davis came only moments later. I knew because my dick was still in his mouth and he was making all kinds of noises around it. One by one, we rolled onto our backs with satisfied grunts. The thing about Cialis is that it can make you drowsy, just like sex does. I had to force myself to stay awake long enough to get back on my sleeping bag between my cousins. We didn't even bother crawling inside the bags. I woke an hour or so later with another hard-on, which, at the moment, was pressed to Davis' backside. He was on his side, and I was spooned behind him, hugging him. When I woke up, my dick was between his butt cheeks, and I was rubbing it there much like Davis had done to me earlier. Davis had a strong body. "If you're gonna put it in," Davis whispered, "you need something to lube it with." He lifted his head. "Wait! I've got hand lotion in my bag. I use it to jack off with." He scooted away from me and dug in his bag which lay over at the side of Grandpa's desk. He scooted back a moment later and faced me with a small bottle of lotion in his hands. "That Cialis stuff is bitchin'!" he murmured as he squirted lotion into his hand. "I'm ready to go again, too." And he was. He was as hard as I was. Davis rubbed the lotion from his hand onto my cock and I moaned softly. I heard Brandon stirring behind us and then felt his hand on my arm as he peeked over my side to see what we were doing. His dick poked my butt. He was hard, too. Davis squirted more lotion and reached behind his back to rub it into his butt. Then he rolled over, dropping the lotion off to the side, and backed his butt toward my lap. "Oh, shit," Brandon murmured. "Are you going to butt-fuck him?" "Yeah," I said, aiming my dick down into Davis' backing butt crack. Davis stopped backing, and I pushed my dickhead into his crevice. Davis adjusted to meet me and I felt my crown settle on what had to be his pucker. I pushed. My dick bent slightly, and then his opening gave and his opening closed tightly, just behind my crown. "Umph!" he murmured. My, "Uh!" was a little softer. "Have you done this before, Davis?" Brandon asked. "No," Davis mumbled. "Me either," I said. "Go slow," Davis told me. "Okay." I eased my hips forward and the tightness around my dick gave slowly, slowly. Brandon sat up behind me and leaned over our middles to watch where my dick was going in. "Awesome," he murmured. My lap met Davis' butt. I spooned in behind him and wrapped my arm over his side like I had done in my sleep. I moved my dick inside him, testing the feel. The feel was good. Davis moaned. "Is it okay?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm getting used to it." Brandon reached over both our sides and grabbed Davis' dick. He jacked him. Davis moaned. He ground his butt back into my lap. Pressing my belly to his back and hugging onto him, I pumped my hips. His tight ring traveled up and down my dick, but it wasn't just the sensations on my dick that were good. Fucking, especially between two athletic teens, is also about taut bodies and smooth skin and movement; especially movement. We discovered that. Davis began bucking back into me. I wrapped both arms around him. We fucked. I rolled onto my back, bringing him up on top of me, his back on my chest and belly. He ground his butt around in my lap while Brandon jacked him. A few moments later, we rolled again, rolling Davis onto his belly. I rolled on top of him. Davis grabbed his pillow and stuffed it under his middle and fucked it. I dropped my legs outside his, grabbed up under the fronts of his shoulders, and humped. His butt fit under my lap perfectly and he fucked back as much as I fucked him. For two lean and athletic teens, our first time fucking was downright athletic. He fucked on the pillow and butted back into my thrusts. My pelvis made slapping noises against his butt. He grunted. I moaned. I felt cold fingers in my butt crack. Brandon had the lotion and was putting some there. He worked his knees between my legs and Davis', and a moment later, Brandon was supporting himself over me with a hand on my back. I felt his blunt cockhead between my butt cheeks. I think really young guys have an easier time taking it up the butt the first time or two than older guys do. Maybe because they're more stretchable. Maybe because their dicks are smaller, though they look big to each other. For whatever reason, I took that thick dick of Brandon's with only a little fire in the butt and sweat on the forehead. It's the thickness of a cock rather than the length that can make it hard to take, of course, and I did sweat Brandon's, but not for long. As his dick found its way in, the angle was right for it to press my prostate. I barely knew what a prostate was, but I sure discovered I had one. I had a brief sensation like I needed to pee, but as Brandon pressed in, the sensation turned to something more like the crest of an orgasm, right before it breaks. But it didn't break. He pressed in and I went up on that crest... and stayed there. He pounded, and pounded me into Davis beneath me. I buried my mouth in the back of Davis' neck to stifle the cries I felt like making as each impact drove some pretty raw pleasure up my insides. I rode the wave for a long time, but then it crested. I ground down into Davis hard, driving my hips forward on his butt as my balls struggled up with a third load of cum. I stiffled more cries into the side of Davis' neck as each squirt seemed just short of outright pain. With the clenching of my butt, Brandon went wild on top of me, banging hard on my pleasure spot. My eyes were tightly shut, but that didn't keep me from seeing stars. Brandon whimpered above me. His dick inside me got slippery with his cum. He collapsed onto me. I collapsed onto Davis. "Let me out," Davis said. "I gotta finish." Brandon got off me. I rolled off Davis and onto my back to catch my breath, thinking Davis would climb onto Brandon. Davis had other ideas. He lifted my left leg and then my right, hefting both onto his shoulders. "I saw this in gay porn," he said, aiming his dickhead into my exposed bottom. "You watch gay porn?" I asked. He paused and frowned. "Once. I saw some," he said, and then wiggled his dick between my butt cheeks. He found the opening Brandon had just left. Davis pushed in and bottomed out in one smooth stroke. He leaned down onto me, bending my legs up close to my chest, and then without warm up, he pounded at full speed. It took less than a minute for him to deposit the second load of cum in my previously virgin hole. He made a final thrust, and grunt and held it. I felt his dick throb inside my butthole several times. Then he pulled out and rolled back onto his sleeping bag. I let my legs drop. None of us said another thing. We just went back to sleep. I woke in the morning, lying on my back. Brandon was on top of me, and his nose was only about an inch from mine. We both had morning wood. He was rubbing his alongside mine. His eyes looked intense, but when I opened my eyes, his look softened. "I don't think the Cialis stuff has worn off yet," he told me. "You were already really hard before I climbed on. In fact," he added with a grin, "that's why I climbed on." It wasn't a bad way to wake up when you have morning wood. I spread my legs to let his drop between mine, and I grabbed his butt. Grabbing his butt was sort of a natural thing to do, and I realized I liked his butt. He frowned slightly and glanced over at Davis. Davis was asleep on his side, facing in the other direction. Then he turned back to me and he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You looked hot as hell with that hard-on lying up your belly. I just had to rub on it." He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. Then his eyes dropped to my lips, and I knew what he was going to do. He lowered his mouth slowly and his lips pressed mine. My girlfriend and I kissed with tongue, so it was sort of natural to open my mouth. He opened his, and our tongues slid in onto each other. Brandon moaned softly. My girlfriend is a good kisser, but nothing like Brandon. I mean, this was going to be a little weird anyway, him being another boy. But Brandon got into it more than she ever had. He took my face in his hands and plunged in with his tongue. I clutched his butt, and for a moment, he simply lay on me and our mouths did all the work. But then I moved his butt around and rubbed my dick up against him, and he rubbed his back against me. I rolled us so I could be on top. When I did, we shifted hands and legs. I slipped my hands under the backs of Brandon's shoulders. He wrapped his legs around my hips and grabbed onto my back. I liked rubbing dicks with him. It would become our favorite thing together over the years we were in high school. But that morning, lying on him in that position, I had something else I wanted to try. "Your butt hasn't been fucked yet," I whispered beside his ear. "Go for it, dude," he murmured. I pressed up onto my hands and spotted the lotion on the other side of Davis. I got off Brandon long enough to reach over Davis' sleeping form for it. Davis had morning wood, too. My dick poked his back and he grumbled in his sleep. When I got back to Brandon, he had pulled up his knees tightly, like he was going to do a double flip off the diving board. His thick dick and loose balls, between his pulled-up thighs, were a deep pink against the lighter skin of his belly and legs. His butt cheeks were open and I could see his pucker. I lubed it with lotion. Then I rubbed lotion over my dick and put my crown to his pucker. I pushed and my crown popped in. Brandon didn't even wince. I scooted forward on my knees. Watching my dick go in and feeling it at the same time was surreal. When I was all the way in, so that my lap pressed his bottom, only a little spot of my dick showed between his butt cheeks. I pulled it out and watched unsheathe like a sword. I pushed it in and watched it vanish. "It feels different from what I expected," Brandon said. Davis rolled over and looked at us. I lay fully down onto Brandon and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I could feel his dick under my belly. We were chest on chest and nose to nose. I thrust my dick in, and Brandon wiggled on it, rubbing his dick up against my belly. I lowered my mouth to his again, and our mouths opened to each other. "Eeeyuuu!" Davis murmured. "Are you fuckin' kissin?" I lifted my head. "Piss on you! He kisses better than a girl does," I said, and covered Brandon's mouth again with mine. His tightness, low on my shaft, felt awesome around my morning wood. I slid in and out a few times while we kissed. Then I pressed the side of my face to his, grabbed on, and really started pumping. Brandon dug his heels behind my butt and rubbed his dick up on my belly. My belly was fairly tight at the moment with my thrusting. "Shit," Davis murmured. "You look like you're really fucking; I mean, like you're fucking a girl." Brandon and I ignored Davis because we were hitting a rhythm. "It looks like it could be even better than fucking a girl," Brandon murmured. "I mean, Brandon's fucking you back." Davis was stroking. He got up and came over to kneel beside our faces and tried to shove his erection at my mouth. "Suck it for me," Davis said. "I really need it. I think the Cialis hasn't worn off yet." "No shit," Brandon murmured. "I'm not going to suck your dick, butthead," I told him. "You had it up my ass last night." Davis waved it at my face. "C'mon. It was your own ass." I ignored him. "Okay, have it your way," he said, backing away. A moment later I felt his lotioned fingers in my butt crack. I didn't complain, though. It had felt good to be sandwiched between him and Brandon the night before. Davis unwrapped Brandon's legs from around my waist, so Brandon planted his feet to the sides. That actually gave Brandon better leverage to rub up against my belly. Davis scooted his knees up on the outside of mine. I felt his balls on the backs of my thighs. I stopped long enough for him to position his dick in my butt crack and then ease in. Before Davis had even bottomed out, I resumed fucking Brandon. Davis leaned forward over me with two hands on the backs of my shoulders. He held himself up and let my hips do all the work. My hips were more than glad to oblige. Davis' dick wasn't hitting in as good a spot as Brandon's the night before, but it still felt pretty good. "I didn't know it would feel good to have a dick up your butt," I murmured beside Brandon's ear. "Tell me about it," he said in a tense voice. "I think I'm gonna cum this way." I lifted my head and we watched one another's faces, open-mouthed, as the two of us worked ourselves up to a come. We could tell, watching, that we were getting there at about the same time. Just as it was about to hit, Brandon grabbed my face in both hands and pulled my mouth down to his. We barely kissed. Instead, we licked tongues desperately, and licked them inside and outside lips. Brandon yelped and threw his head back. I pumped fast and brought myself off with him, squirting hard. "Shit!" Davis murmured from above me. "You're squeezing my dick off, dude." It seemed like I squirted forever. With Davis' dick up my butt, my insides convulsed and convulsed long after I was dry. When I finally relaxed onto Brandon, his mind had wandered. "I smell bacon and biscuits," he said. "Shut up," Davis told him. "You guys aren't going anywhere yet." He pumped faster. I rested my forehead on the pillow beside Brandon's ear. "Brandon," I whispered. "That was awesome." His sphincter squeezed my softening cock. Davis' hips were flying. He drove deep and held it there. I felt him throbbing inside me. "Brandon," I murmured. "I think I'm going to have Davis' love child. He keeps fucking me." Davis caressed my back. "Darling!" he murmured. "Shit," Brandon murmured. "That Cialis stuff made us gay." "Bi," I corrected. "I still want to fuck girls." "Yeah," Davis agreed. "I still have one straight muscle left." He wiggled the remains of his erection in my butt. "Dude," Brandon said with a laugh. "Haven't you noticed? It curves."