From: erato@ssnet.com (brian)
Subject: Straight Seduction
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 1996 22:37:36 GMT
Organization: Generation Q - http://www.ssnet.com/~erato

 I am beginning to doubt who I am and because of that, I am starting to
doubt  other things in my life. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but
in a matter of four days, my world had been changed completely. I'm a 34
year old guy, and I feel like a 7 tear old lost in the woods.
I'm an industrial painter by trade, and occasionally have to work out of
the area. I learned back in my early twenties that to save money working
out of town, campgrounds (weather permitting) were an ideal way to go. My
older brothers had been doing it, and when I started painting, I bought one
of my brothers trailers at a decent price when he upgraded. That trailer
had been up and down the East Coast over 5 dozen times, sometimes with the
wife, and sometimes with the wife and kids, but usually I was on my own,
unless somebody on the crew wanted to split the lot rent and shit with me.
I am 34 years old, the father of a boy 14, and twin girls 8 years old. I've
worked steady since I was 18, and have been with the same woman since the
11th grade of high school. I've slept with two other women since I've been 
married, and she knows about both of them. She had an affair with a mutual
friend of ours between my two fuck ups, and yeah, it did hurt, and I sure
as hell know I deserved it, but  until  two weeks ago, the last five years
have been great.
We had to go to N. Carolina for a shut down, a large paper mill near the Va.
border. I got a crew together, and stole one of my brother's guys off of his
job, to be my lead man. Jerry and I had known each other for about
12 years. The best worker we had (family owned business), he knew which
guys could do what best. The job my brother was running was about finished,
so he said go ahead and take Jerry, he could have the job set up the
fastest. Jerry said he needed the work , "fucking divorce lawyers, both of 
'em are sucking the fucking sweat out of me anyway." Jerry is a great guy,
and although he's 3 years older than me, I've never had a problem being his
boss. His old lady was in the process of fucking him over royally, with her
own fucking cousin no less, and the man just didn't deserve it. I knew that
if I brought Jerry, he and I could have the job set up for the blasters and
sprayers, in a day and a half, two tops, work the four day shut down, and
bang, go home.
I asked Jerry if he wanted to stay in the trailer, and he said fine. I
drove my truck with some equipment in it, towing the trailer, and Jerry
drove the rig with the  heavy hardware. The paint and sand had already been
delivered to the job, we thought. I had Jerry drive onto the job, while I
found the campground. It wasn't too bad, around 18 miles from the jobsite,
and only three roads. I found a decent lot, up on the hill, away from the
office/store, and somewhat near the bathrooms. The trailer had a 'full'
bathroom, sink, shower, shitter, but they were all pretty much together. It
was just easier, (and safer) to use the facilities at the campground. I am
a member of K.O.A, but after the owner saw the size of my air conditioner
on my roof, that pretty much took care of my discount. It was cheaper to
rent for the week, so that's what I did.
I unhitched the trailer, but didn't level it, plug in or hook up the
water, I figured Jerry and I would do it after we unloaded the equipment.
The site was great, all of the surrounding lots on the hill were vacant,
and the john/showers were only about 50 yards away. I drove out to the
mill, contacted the people I needed to, the home office, their area
supervisor, their sight supervisor, their safety man, and finally the guy
who bid the job. It seemed that our sand had arrived from Louisiana, but
the primer and finish coats had not been received from Germany yet. We set
up what we could that day, and after explaining to the area supervisor
that we couldn't blast the steel unless we could at least put a primer coat
on it immediately afterwards, (bare metal rusts,the fucking idiot couldn't
understand), we confirmed the shipment for arrival that night from Maryland
for an additional $2,300, hopped into my truck, and headed for the
campground.
I had asked Jerry if he needed to stop in town for anything, and after
confirming that there was booze onboard the trailer, he said cool, he was
all set. I told him that if he helped me level the trailer and shit, that
he was welcomed to anything in the trailer. We struck a deal and I told him
that we had to be on the sight early the next day, but if the paint came in
tonight, and the crew made it to their motel rooms in one piece, maybe him
and I could take a ride out to the "Office" the next afternoon. The Office
was a strip club that my older brothers had visited on numerous occasions,
it really wasn't called the Office, it was a joke that they would use when
they had to call in to the main office, "We're at the Office," they'd tell
the secretary, who actually thought that they were still on the jobsite.
Jerry said that he had heard about it from my brothers, but unless I could
guarantee that he'd get laid that night, he'd just as soon stay at the
trailer, he couldn't afford a stripper from the 'Office'. I told him that
we would see what happened tomorrow.
We pulled into the campsite, and I noticed another trailer, two empty
sites away. It was the exact same model and year as my own trailer. I
couldn't see anyone around, and was just greatful that they had chosen to
not camp near us. We were just finishing setting up, and working on our
second warm beer, when Jerry asked me if ' I could smell that?'   I stuck
my nose in the air, and didn't even have to take a deep breath, before I
smelled pot. All I could think of was a bunch of loud fucking teenagers,
partying all night. 
I said "yeah, I can," and shook my head. I used to get a high, quite a bit
actually, but hadn't smoked in about 5 years. I knew Jerry smoked on
occasion, when he could find it and afford it. I don't have anything
against those who do, it's just that I really wasn't in the mood to put up
with a bunch of partying campers.
An hour later, after double checking everything. We fired up the grill,
dragged the picnic table over towards the trailer a little, and settled in
to drink a couple of beers and wait for the steaks and potatoes. I listened
to Jerry talk about his future ex, what a bitch she was and the rest of it.
He surprised me by going into detail about what she would and wouldn't do
in bed (which was very little according to him). I've never really
considered Jerry my best friend, although he was (and still is) I guess,
but, we had never really got into a conversation about sex, unless it was
your typical bragging. I was surprised at his openness. She let him have it
once a week, no head, maybe a hand job if he was lucky. "I spent eight and
a half fucking years with that bitch, never once did I fuck around on her,
with another woman, and now she's gone, leaving me broke, with nothing but
my right hand, back to where I was when I was 15, only then I didn't have
bills. Sorry Chris, but it's got me pissed. And don't look so fucking
shocked, as if you don't jack off every fucking chance that you get some
privacy, you'd be a goddamn liar if you said you didn't."
I told him that I wasn't denying shit, and that yeah, I was extremely
grateful that I wasn't a quadrapalegic for many reasons. He thought that
that was pretty funny,and then asked, "how often?" I told him none of  his
fucking business, but that if I ever needed a 'hand' with it, that I'd let
him know.
"You do that, I'm so fucking good at it, I know I could show you a few new
tricks." We both laughed at that one, grabbed the shit off of the grill,
and went inside to eat.We talked a little more about his ex, and after
supper, went back out and had a few more beers. I guess we had been sitting
there for about an hour, when we heard, "How ya'll doin'?" . Looking up we
saw two guys walking from around the back side of my trailer.
I figured that they were from the other sight that we smelled dope from,
seeing as they came up from the backside. I was surprised to see two guys
standing there who were'nt teenagers,   but who seemed to be about my age,
maybe a few years younger. I was relieved to see that the 'neighbors'
were'nt a bunch of 22 year old punks.
We introduced ourselves, and after  shaking hands, the guy named Mike told
me that he thought I had a decent taste in trailers. I told  him that I had
bought it from my brother, who had bought it off of our dad, and that there
had been alot of changes made, but that it had actually made me money. He
told me that he noticed my AC as soon as they had pulled into their lot,
and that he had done some major changes to his as well, and for me to come
over sometime and see his work. The other guy's  name was  Ty, "Short for
Tyler," he said. 
Jerry and Ty had been talking while Mike and I were talking about our
trailers, and I had overheard Ty say that they were electricians coming in
for the shutdown. The conversation had turned to the mill,and who to watch
out for. The safety guy's name had been mentioned more than five times that
day to me, and Mike and Ty had heard of him too.  The next thing I know, I
smell pot. Ty is nudging me and trying to hand me a joint. I told him no
thanks, and then Jerry says, "You may as well, Ty just said that there is a
tropical depression sitting off the coast, and it's supposed to rain for
the next four days, I don't think that we will busting ass like we thought
we would."
I asked Mike about the weather, and he verified it, so I grabbed the joint
and took a hit. It had been a long long time since I've smoked pot, but I
felt the affects the minute that I exhaled/choked.. I realized that I had 
to either sit down or fall down, so I chose to sit. By the time that I had
settled my ass onto the picnic table, the joint had come around again. I
started to beg off, but then Jerry started to run his mouth about me being
'an old man', and I took another hit.	
I do remember getting off of the picnic table and staggering my way over
to the hammock that we had strung up. I remember rolling into the hammock,
and then back out the other side and onto the ground. Jerry and Ty came
over and put me back into the hammock .  I lay there for about 20 minutes,
trying to talk myself down from the buzz. It didn't seem to be working. I
knew that I had to get on my feet, just how to go about doing it was the
problem. I hollered over to Jerry, and when he came over, I told him that I
was completely trashed, and that I was ready to crash. He and Mike, who had
suddenly appeared, helped me out of the hammock and into the trailer. Jerry
told me that he was going down to take a shower, and that Mike was gonna
hang out and check the trailer out. I said yeah, fine. I made my way to the
back 'room' and lay down on the bed. I realized that I had made a big
mistake, so I sat back up. After a couple of deep breaths, my head felt
somewhat straight again. Mike came back and asked how I was feeling. I told
him alright, as long as I sat up, and he laughed.
When I looked up at him, he was stroking his fucking dick through his
jeans! He was just leaning against the wall, one elbow on the wall above
his head , and his other hand gripping a hard dick through his jeans. My
head may have been foggy, but I've been come onto before by guys, more than
I ever liked (appreciated too, I guess), and this was in my face! This was
fucking blatant! 
Instead of being pissed off, I was fucking embarrassed. I couldn't believe
that this guy was coming onto me! Mike! I would have never guessed. I knew
for a fact that there were some men who were gay, and that you couldn't
tell, but this was blowing me away! Any guy that  had ever come onto me
before, I could tell. The old lady got a big kick out of it. She said it
turned her on that other guys wanted to get 'in my britches.' No man has
ever laid a hand on me, in a sexual manner, since I was 20, and  I got
loaded, and let a friend suck me off. I'm not saying that I have never had
thoughts about being with a guy. I have. It's just that when I've jerked
off thinking about another guy, the guy would never have a face, and pretty
much was just a body. No fucking had ever entered my mind, on the receiving
part that is, but I have seen a few guys that I imagined what it would be
like to fuck, I don't think that there is a straight guy alive, who hasn't
seen some guy that he wondered what it would be like to end up in the sack
with him, fucking him in the ass, or taking his mouth.	
Mike came over and sat on the bed and handed me a Marlboro. I was shaking
when I lit up, and Mike noticed it too. He gripped my thigh and gave it a
firm squeeze. 
"It's cool man, I just figured you might be interested. I know I like what
I see. Jerry said that you might be worth a shot. It's a shame though,
you've got the hottest fucking face and body that I've seen in too long." I
was still shaking when Mike stood up. "Jerry said what?" I asked, noticing
that he had returned to stroking his crotch."Where is he is? He's still in
the shower, right?" I stood up to look out to the front of the trailer,
expecting to see Jerry standing there, watching this shit, laughing about
the set up. I stood up too quick and started to black out. Mike stepped in
in time for me to go down on one knee, and he grabbed me to steady me. My
head swiveled around a few times, and I got my bearings. Mike had us pelvis
to pelvis, and was grinding his crotch into mine, pulling on my waist. I
froze. It seemed like minutes, and may have been, and the entire time that
he ground our dicks together, he stared me straight in the eyes. There was
a definite smile that appeared, and then his breathing picked up. He pulled
away from me and grabbed at my dick..
"Jesus Christ Chris!!! You're as hard as I am!" Mike grabbed my hand and
shoved it into his crotch. He rubbed the back of my hand up and down his
shaft, bending at the knees and still breathing hard. He turned my hand
around so that my fingertips were rubbing his dick through the straining
cloth. As he started to moan in the bottom of his throat, I realized that
he no longer had control over my hand, and that I was actually fisting this
guy! I stopped what I was doing and pulled away from Mike. "Come on Mike,
stop.
I'm fucked up and I think you are too."
"Hey, look Chris," he said, "I am more than a little high, and I know you
are, but... you want me to leave?"
"Yeah, no, hey, I mean...Shit man, what the fuck are you doing? Jerry
could have walked back in here at any minute, and trust me, that probably
wouldn't be good. Does Ty know about you? I mean, does he know that you're
into guys?"
Mike laughed and said, "Men, I can get into men. Yeah,  sure, He knows I'm
into men, and women. And as far as Jerry walking in with my hands all over
you, I don't think that that is going to happen. You see, Jerry knows about
both of us. When you were 'power napping' in the hammock, Jerry asked us
where all the women were at, and Ty spoke out of the side of his face, and
let Jerry know that we swung both ways. Jerry said that it was cool with
him, he didn't give a fuck, and that he didn't think you would either. Ty
started seducing the fucker on the spot, and when Jerry said that he was
going for a shower, Ty asked if he wanted some company, jokingly, I
thought, but when Jerry said sure, and I think he even winked at Ty but it
was dark so I ain't sure, Ty told him that he'd meet him down there. I
asked about you, you know laying there in the hammock, getting ate by the
mosquitos, and Jerry said that you might go for it, worth a shot, and then
he helped me get you into the trailer. Trust me Chris, I'll leave you the
fuck alone if you want me to, but if you're worried about Jerry, I'd say
that right about now, Ty has Jerry's dick more than halfway down his
throat."	  
I was floored. I knew that Jerry was horny, Christ, so was I, but enough
to let a guy go down on me? I had always heard that guys gave the best
blowjobs, and it kind of made sense too, although I've known a few women
who loved to swing on  the end of a rod for hours at a time. 
I still couldn't believe that this guy was coming on to me like he was, and
I had pretty much let him. I didn't think that I had encouraged him in
anyway. What the fuck was I gonna do? I decided to check on Jerry, I could
use the fresh air anyway. I headed for the door and told Mike that I'd be
back in a second. He said he'd walk over with me, and we stepped outside.
It had started to pour pretty steady, and I had second thoughts for a
minute. Fuck it I said to myself, and took off at a fast pace towards the
showers. Mike caught up with me and grabbed me by the elbow. 
"I'm sure that they are not down there, still, come on, let's check my
trailer first."
We were already soaked, so the further jog didn't really matter, but as my
head continued to clear. I realized that a good twenty minutes had probably
passed by now. I stopped and nodded, and we headed for his trailer. As we
approached, Mike motioned for me to come around the back. I didn't know the
reason until I turned the corner, and saw him looking in one of the rear
windows. When I looked in the window, I saw Jerry on his back, wearing a
jockstrap, and Ty had his face stuffed in Jerry's crotch, licking the
massive bulge there through the cloth. Jerry's head was thrown back,
obviously enjoying it, holding Ty's head  in his hands, forcing the guys
mouth all over the straining pouch. I had never really noticed Jerry's body
before, I knew he had a handsome face, but I had never seen him this bare
before, (well I know I have, but not in a sexual sense.) He had a great
body. Definitely cut, but not buff. Most guys that were built like Jerry
had dark even tans, a benefit of showing off their bodies, I know I'm like
that, even more so now, but Jerry was white, except for his lower arms. I
remember that it struck me ass odd that he wasn't tan like most guys.
"Look at that shit ! Jerry has him wearing my jock, he loves those fucking
 things, even if they ain't stuffed with a dick," Mike whispered in my ear.
I had forgot he was there for a second, and now I could feel him rubbing
his crotch into my hip. I tried to stay focused on the scene in the
trailer, but it was becoming more and more difficult. I was actually
getting a major hardon watching my buddy getting his crotch covered with
another man's saliva. I've been in more than a few of the 25 cent video
booths in sex shops, and I'll admit, I've stopped at a couple of queer
flicks while I was scanning the selections, but watching this shit live was
incredible. The driving rain had cleared my head enough to know that I
wanted out of these wet clothes and in there in the trailer, with Jerry,
getting head from Mike while I watched Ty work Jerry over. Not wanting to
give myself a chance to back out, I turned around and faced Mike, who had
been watching my face intently as I looked through the window, and cupped
his crotch in my hand. Mike shot his pelvis into my hand and let out a low
growl, and smiled. "Do you want to go in and join them guys? Or head back
to your trailer?" he asked me. 
I told him that I wanted to go in his trailer and flip Jerry out. Mike
said that chances were, Ty would be the one to flip out, as he had bet Mike
20 bucks that I would turn him down flat. My eyes had returned to the
window, and I watched as Jerry's hand left Ty's head, and dropped to Ty's
zipper. My hand increased the pressure on Mike's bulge as I saw my buddy
pull Ty's hard cock out of his jeans and start to stroke him off. "Fuck
this then," I heard Mike say to me, "let's get in there and out of these
clothes."
I really don't think that I was too nervous as we opened the door, but
Jerry did jump like a fucking toad. He reached for one of the cushions, and
covered up his crotch. Ty had stood completely up and was trying to jam his
swollen cock back into his jeans, all the while scanning my face, and then
Jerry's, for a reaction. Mike had steeped up into the trailer behind me,
and as he saw the look on both of their faces, he reached around my waist
and stroked the massive bulge in my now soaked jeans. I looked at Jerry
and gave him a wink. He smiled back at me and said, "So you're cool with
this huh? It's just that I get so fucking horny sometimes...." 
"Yeah, Jerry, I'm cool with it, and Ty? I think you owe Mike 20 bucks," I
said, as I started to unzip my wet jeans and pull them off. Jerry and Ty
watched me as I drunkenly tried to undress. Mike moved in behind me and
pushed me towards the bed that Jerry was half stretched out on. I took a
seat, sort of, as Mike dropped to his knees in front of me, and began to
pull the jeans down my legs. Ty had reappeared next to Mike holding two
towels. Jerry was laughing as he sat up and leaned towards me, and began to
help me pull the drenched t-shirt over my head. I now had two guys with
their hands all over me, with Ty standing there with his dick sticking out
of his jeans.  I felt my left nipple being pinched, and without looking, I
knew that it was Jerry. Our eyes met and he said, "Jesus, your tits are
fucking hard!" Again, without looking, I knew what he was talking about.
When I'm turned on, even a little bit, my nipples get hard, really hard.
All the guys in my family are like that. All we had to do was to check out
each other's chest, and we knew that our brother, or the old man, was
having 'dirty thoughts.' Mom hates it, or says she does , but all of us
guys  in the family still think it's great. The old man told us all along
time ago that we would find women that would go nuts over them, but until
now, nobody had ever paid my tits any attention, my chest, yeah, but now I
had the lead man of my crew, as well as probably my best friend  to boot,
working my nipple over better than I could myself. 
"That ain't all that's hard either Jerry," said Ty, "his dick is hard as a
fucking rock, ain't it Mike?" I felt an extremely hard grip on my cock, a
little too hard to be comfortable, really, and looking down expecting to
see Mike's hand about to pull my dick off, I see that Jerry found a use for
his other hand. As he frigged my cock through my wet briefs, his other hand
continued to pull and pinch my tit.  I watched his face as he would look
from one of his hands to the other, and then up to my face. As soon as our
eyes met, Jerry looked back down to his hand stroking the bulge in my
underwear, and then  after looking me up and down a few times, he looked at
me and said, "Look Chris, If your gonna regret this shit in the morning, go
to bed. Otherwise, why don't you and Mike lay back and enjoy the show, I
think Ty was in the middle of something when you guys crashed 'our' party.
Right Ty?" Jerry was reaching over and fingering the precum on the head of
Ty's cock, grinding his own leaking dick against my thigh. "Let's do it
man," he said, "but I think  Chris really needs to lose those wet shorts,"
and, as he turned to look at Mike, we all looked at Mike.
 	There he stood, half drying his naked body, and half jerking off,
watching us. Ty had begun to pull my briefs off, when I heard Jerry kind of
mutter, "Goddamn!" I looked back at Jerry, and saw that he was watching
Mike feel himself up. Ty had managed to get me bare assed, and was now
trying to dry my body off with a towel. As much as I enjoyed the tit play
that Jerry had given me, I knew that I wanted to give him and Ty as much
room as they needed. I gave Jerry a quick wink and told Ty thanks for
helping me out of the wet clothes. "My pleasure guy, trust me, my
pleasure.......and Mike, by the way, seeing as how I helped get him naked,
what say I only owe you ten, deal?"
"Yep, yep, yep, whatever you say man, but right now, I suggest you finish
what you started," Mike said, as he nodded to Jerry laying behind me. I
started to crawl off of the bed, when Mike told me to hold on a second. 
Turning to look at Ty, he said, "Why don't you two go up front, on the pull
out, Chris will get a better view, if that's what he wants to do." Mike
looked at me as if he wanted a response, so I asked him if we could all fit
up front, or all fit out back.
"Now you're talking fella's", said Jerry, "I think I'd like to watch you
two, too. I'll pay you 20 bucks, Mike, just to get him off. God knows the
fucking guy needs it. Don't you pony?" he asked me as he reached around and
started to fist my cock. Ty reached down and grabbed Jerry's wrist, helping
him stroke my dick. 
"So, Chris, you want to watch me and your buddy, huh?" said Ty. "Yeah," I
mumbled.  I looked down at Jerry's hand wrapped around my dick. It was too
late to back out now. Precum was oozing from my dickhead, and Ty was
helping Jerry coat my dick with it. Mike had slid onto the bed to join us,
slipping in behind me, wedging himself into the corner. As Jerry's hand was
starting to really get to me, Mike reached around me and started to play
with my tits. My breathing had increased alot, and they all noticed it.
Mike pulled me into the corner with him, and Jerry reluctantly released my
dick. I watched Ty as he stood up and rolled Jerry onto his back. We all
watched as Ty peeled of his jeans,  and knelt down to pull the jock that
Jerry was still half wearing. As Mike continued to tweak my nipples, Ty
lowered his head into Jerry's crotch and began to lick the tip of his dick.

Jerry's eyes were closed and I could see his hips trying to raise off of
the bed to drive his dick into Ty's mouth. Ty would pull back, only
allowing the head of Jerry's dick to enter his mouth. One of Mike's hands
had left my tits, and was now rubbing my lower abdomen and playing in my
pubic hairs. I wanted him to wrap his hand around my dick and jerk  me off,
but it seemed that he was content on just feeling me up while we watched Ty
tease Jerry's dick. Jerry had started to thrash around on the bed by this
time, begging Ty "to swallow his fucking rod!"  In one movement, Ty opened
his mouth and sunk his mouth down onto Jerry's rod to the base. Jerry
moaned and shot his hips forward. Ty started to gag, and I watched in
amazement at what I first thought was cum, but realized it was spit, start
to foam from Ty's mouth. "Goddamn, Jerry, take it easy man, you're gonna
choke me guy?"
"Sorry bout that dude, it's just that your mouth feels so good on my
fucking dick, damn man, please don't stop."
I heard Mike start to chuckle behind me. "Yeah, Ty, don't stop, I've never
seen a dick yet that you couldn't swallow." Having said that, Mike moved
his face to me ear and whispered, "Just watch him, Chris, if he takes his
time, he can take the entire thing, and I mean THE ENTIRE THING, down his
throat, and still manage to breathe. Watch him."
As I saw Ty slide his mouth over my buddy's dick, I found myself watching
Jerry's face, more than his dick sliding in and out of Ty's mouth. Jerry
had closed his eyes again, and had begun to moan. I could only imagine what
he was feeling at that moment. Ty was giving him the sloppiest blow job
that I had ever seen, and by that, I mean lot's of spit, not bad technique.
Jerry's dick hair was covered with spit, and although I couldn't see, I
knew that some of it must have made its way down to his balls and even into
his ass crack. Mike was still pinching my left tit with one hand, while his
other was still running through my own pubic hair. I couldn't believe that
I was in bed with three other nude guys, one of them being my best friend,
and that I was into it. Granted, I've had the same fantasies as every other
man has had, some even involving other men, (I don't care how 'straight'
you are, your mind is going to drift to another guy sometimes), but I was
still freaked out that Jerry and I were 'doing' it in front of each other.
And the fact that Jerry had already fisted my dick had me on edge even
more. Mike had repositioned himself so that my back was pressed against his
chest, and his knees were under my armpits. I could feel his hard dick
leaking cum onto my back as he continued to feel me up and down.
Without really realizing what I was doing, I found myself rubbing his
lower legs, actually enjoying the feeling of his hairy skin. Mike again
leaned into my ear and asked me if I liked what I was watching. I didn't
respond, but continued to watch my friend get blown. Mike stuck his left
leg out straight, and started to run his foot over Jerry's heaving chest.
Jerry opened his eyes to see where the extra stimulation was coming from,
and our eyes locked. There wasn't anything in his eyes, that I could tell,
other than pure, fucking lust. His eyes had dropped to Mike's hand on my
crotch, and then back up to meet my eyes again. For a split second, I felt
embarrassed, until he reached out and started to stroke my rod. Mike then
reached down with both hands and grabbed my knees, pulling them up inside
of his, all the while watching Jerry check my body out. In the position
that I was now in, I felt extremely vulnerable. Mike was pressing my knees
outward now, exposing my asshole for d Jerry to view. I looked down and saw
that my cock had again started to leak jizz onto my stomach.
"Jesus, Ty," Jerry said, pulling Ty's head off of his prick, "Look at
that." Ty raised his head off of Jerry's prick and looked at Mike and I.
Mike switched the position of his hands from over to under, and was now
pulling the cheeks of my ass apart."Oh fuck man, that looks good Chris,
Jesus, you want to get rimmed?" Ty asked me.
Call me naive, but I thought he was asking me if I wanted him to lick the
"rim" of my dickhead. I needed to have my dick sucked in the worse kind of
way. 
When I said yeah, I wasn't expecting to see Jerry slip his finger into his
mouth, and then after covering it with a copious amount of spit, proceed to
run it over and around my asshole. I jumped at first, and told Jerry and Ty
that there was no way in hell that I was gonna get fucked, sorry. All three
of them laughed as Mike explained to me that Ty wanted to tongue my 'hole.'
Jerry was still feeling my ass over, re-wetting his thumb now, to swab my
asshole. When I finally realized what Ty meant, the thought alone made my
dick vibrate. No dicks allowed, but I wanted to feel a tongue on my
asshole, that was a given. This was turning into straight up 'raunchy sex,'
 and between the grunts, groans, moans, and even the smell, I wanted to do
it. 
 	Ty told  me to slide down the bed a little, and with a little help from
Jerry and Mike, I found myself on my back with my knees nearly touching my
chest. Mike has slipped off of the bed and Jerry had slid himself up
between me and the wall. Jerry held one of my legs up and Mike held the
other. Without any more warning, Mike said,"Go for it Ty." And that's
exactly what he did. I felt his breath first, and then immediately after
that, I felt his tongue slide over my asshole. As a kid, I remember
fingering myself, but nothing had been inside my asshole for many years,
and now Ty was trying to drive his tongue inside me. I thought he wanted to
just lick my hole, but it was obvious that he wanted to tongue fuck me! I
could tell that he flattened his tongue out, and was now just licking me
like crazy. Ty had both hands spreading my cheeks apart, and although the
tongue action felt incredible, i.e. raunchy, I was more comfortable when
Jerry spread my ass for Ty, he wasn't stretching me like he was gonna tear
me apart. I looked down and saw that while Ty was eating my ass out (man, I
still remember that sight), I saw that he had begun to beat off. Mike was
still standing up, with one hand holding down my knee, he was fingering his
dick with the other. He wasn't stroking it like he was jerking off, but was
just running his fingertips up and down along the shaft. He saw me watching
him, and he gave me a quick wink and smiled and asked, "You like that man?
He's got a great tongue, huh?"
"Incredible, infuckingcredible!" I said.
 "Jesus Chris, you're a  fucking hot guy, you know that?"
"No, he doesn't know it. I mean really, I honestly don't think he knows
how good he looks. Do you Chris?" Jerry asked me.
I don't know why, but I was getting embarrassed. I mean, here I am, flat on
my back with my best friend spreading the cheeks of my ass so another man
could 'rim' me, and I was getting embarrassed over compliments It was just
weird to hear my buddy talking about me, and to me, like that.
Ty had begun to moan and growl as he ate my ass out, and at first, I
thought it was because he enjoyed what he was doing so much, (and it was
obvious that he did), but as he removed his face from my ass, I looked down
and saw him get up fully onto his knees, and with a few more strokes, he
aimed his dick at my ass, and begun to shoot his load all over my asscheeks
and  even onto my asshole. I watched him do it, and I think that that is
what turned me on. I looked up at these three guys, all of  'em jerking off
onto me now, and although I was still freaked out a little, I was totally
into it. It's been a while since I've totally lost myself in the heat of
sex, and I had missed it. My most memorable experiences  were when the gal
and I were so into the fucking, that everything else around us just
disappeared,  that's an incredible experience, and everyone should
experience it at least once, but, I guess because of the total rawness of 
this scene, just a bunch of men wanting and needing to get off,  I felt
like a virgin getting laid for the first time. 
Ty slipped back onto his haunches, still stroking his softening prick, as
he looked at me and shook his head. "You taste good man, real good." 
I started to put my legs back down, when Jerry stopped me and told me to
wait. I looked at Ty, kind of wanting to know if he would continue with the
blowjob, when Jerry put his hands back on my ass and stuck his face into
slimy asscrack. I couldn't believe that he was doing this! He was using
his mouth, and moustache, to clean me up. Ty was still resting in front of
me, working on another hardon, watching Jerry clean me. I felt a hand on my
tit, and looked up to see Mike standing over me, no longer fingering his
cock, but stroking it like a 15 year old. He looked me in the eye, smiled,
and then gave me a wink. By now, Jerry I guessed,  had just about finished
tongueing me off. 
"Oh man Jerry, suck me off man, please!"
As soon as I said it, I thought,"what the fuck am I doing, asking my best
friend to suck me off?" I know that that probably sounds weird, Christ,
after all, he was cleaning another's mans load off of my ass, and my
asshole too, but just the thought of asking him to do it was more than
strange, I wanted him to do it, I wanted him to be the one to get me off.
Jerry gripped my cock in a death grip, and after studying my rod for a few
seconds, he started to blow me. I looked down at my best friend, and he had
my dick in his mouth!!!! That sight alone made my load start. I felt
something hot and smooth on my right shoulder, and turning my head to look,
I found Mike's dick staring me in the face. I'd like to say I hesitated,
but I didn't. I grabbed his sack and pulled his cock to my mouth. As his
meat entered my mouth, he let out a loud groan. Without taking his dick
from my mouth, I looked down to see Ty still jerking off watching us, and
then I saw Jerry looking at me with my cock still down his throat. He
pulled off of my dick for a second, and said, "Do it Chris, do it, " and
then returned to my dick, still watching me.
I knew what he meant, and as I shot off in his mouth, I could  feel his
jaws tighten around my rod, and he actually started to 'suck' the rest of
my seed into his throat. His jaws, I remember, felt like a hot, moist,
strong grip. He had begun to snort and gag, but he was still  trying to
take more of  my softening dick into his throat. I felt Mike's dickhead
swell against my tongue and heard him moan. He literally pushed my mouth
off of the end of his cock. He grabbed me by the elbow, and after lifting
my arm over my head, he shoved his dick into my armpit and shot his nut. I
felt some of his cum hit me on the side of my face, and I turned my head. I
was looking directly at Jerry. He looked at me, and then after looking up
at Mike, he leaned into my neck and  said, "I'm gonna take Ty back to your
trailer, ok? I think Mike needs to get some sleep, right guy?" I looked at
Mike and realized that his dick was probably still half hard, and that he
was sliding it through the load that he had spent onto my armpit and neck.
"Yeah, sleep, that's what I need," Mike said, as he ran his fingers
through his cum. My orgasm had drained me, and I had started to feel a
litlle self conscious.  I started to grab a cushion to pull over myself,
and after pausing for a second to decide if that would be a 'mature'
decision, decided that it didn't matter if I looked like a kid, and grabbed
the cushion anyway. I felt Ty grab my ankle, and then slide his hand up the
inside of my leg and under the cushion. He laughed at my embarrassment(?),
and looked at Jerry and said, "Yeah, that's an idea, but are we gonna
streak or what? I ain't getting dressed just to get soaked, and then have
to pull the shit right back off again, let's go Jer', grab your clothes and
let's hit it."
I was really starting to feel uncomfortable. I know it's probably cheap to
say, but after getting off, I was, I guess, starting to feel embarrassed.
Maybe embarrassed is the wrong word, but with all of them somewhat
'looming' over me, and me laying there with cum running down my neck, I
turned my head to the wall. I could here Ty pulling what I guessed to be a
suitcase or something from under the bed, and after hearing the zipper open
and close, he told Jerry that he was ready. As the door opened, I felt a
hand on my shoulder, and then Jerry leaned over my body and put his face to
mine. 
"You're ok, right Chris? You alright?" I managed a laugh, and said that I
was fine. 
I felt his hand move from my hip, down to cup my ass.
"You are that man."
"Are what?" I asked him.
"Fine, Chris," he said while stroking my ass, "You are fine, and you don't
even know it. But Mike does, don't you Pony?
"See you guys later," Mike said, and after hearing Ty say 'slut' to
someone, I heard the door close. I could tell that Mike was begining to
turn off the wall lamps in the front of the trailer. I wanted to get the
hell out of there. I couldn't belive what I had just been through. The
downright nastiness of it all was incredibly exciting, goddamn it felt
great when they all had their hands on my body, but now it was just Mike
and I, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't uncomfortable. As I looked
back at Mike making his way down the short hallway, I noticed that his cock
was half hard. And then it hit me. I swear, I had forgotten, but now it
came back to me, and all at once. I had let him stick his dick in my mouth!
And  I had wanted it! I actually sucked another man off, and I got into it!
I could feel my face start to burn, and I guess Mike could tell, because he
let out a small chuckle and then after reaching over me, (rubbing his dick
along my back and then legs) and turning off the wall lamps, I could tell
that he had sat down on the floor.
"Want to talk Chris?" he asked me.
"Little late for that, ain't it?" I said, rolling over onto my back,
letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Not at all, man. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but
it's just that I remember my first time, and I wish I would have talked
about it. It's ok now, but it would have made it easier."
"You mean this wasn't your first time?"I quipped, wanting (and needing) to
lighten the mood. He laughed again and said,"No, I can't say that it was,
and I don't think that it was  Jerry's either, and Ty, well... let's just
say he knows the ropes." Hearing Jerry's name, I thought of what he had
done, I couldn't say that it was his first or not. He had made the comment
about me being freaked out in the morning, he had stroked me and then
swallowed my load, but what did that prove? I had let Mike shove (scratch
that, I pulled it to my mouth) his rod in my mouth, and this had been MY
first time. Mike asked if I was ready for a beer, and surprising myself, I
said that I was. As he got to the fridge, I turned to look at him. The
light from the open door was more than enough to tell that he was fully
hard. I couldn't help but admire him. His body, but also his attitude. This
guy was not in the least bit embarrassd by what had just happened, and I
think he may have even become more cocky. I wondered to myself about the
number of times that he had been with other men, and I realized that my
cock was starting to respond. Mike returned to the rear room and handed me
a beer. He was close enough that I could actually smell him in the
darkness. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to slide over and let him
join me, and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to, or didn't.
"So how old were you, the first time?" I asked him. I saw some movement,
and then realized that he had sat back down on the floor.
"With another man, or you mean as a kid?"
I felt my face begin to redden and  I silently thanked  the darkness.
"With another guy, as an adult."
I could hear Mike open his beer and take a long swallow. "You sure you want
to hear it?"
"Why, is it gonna shock me? Even after tonight?" I asked.
"Probably, Ty kinda flipped out when I told him, and that is one open
minded mother fucker there."
"Try me, after tonight, I'd like to think that I was too."
"O.k then."he said, and waited while I opened my beer and took a long
pull, and then rolled over onto my side and placed the half  empty can on
the floor and faced Mike in the darkness. I couldn't really see him, and
after feeling around on the bed, I found his pillow and handed it to him. I
could hear Mike rearranging himself. He fell silent and motionless for a
moment and then got back up to grab his smokes and an ashtray from the
galley. He returned to his sitting position and lit a cigarette, handing it
to me and trying to show me where on the floor he was putting the ashtray,
I watched as he lit a smoke for himself, and I caught myself trying to
catch a glimpse of the state of his dick. From the way he was sitting, I
couldn't see his crotch, and I felt somewhat ashamed of myself for trying
to cop a look. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I was actually getting turned on by this guy in the dark! I tried to change
my thoughts, but I only had two, Mike sitting there naked on the floor
beside me, or what Ty and Jerry were up to back at my trailer. It did more
harm than good, and again I thanked the darkness.
"Well, first let me start out by telling you that what I'm about to say
would upset most people, BUT, I was 19 at the time, and it was consensual.
You asked so here it is, but trust me, I don't need any judgements from
you, or anyone else. I've worked through all of this a long time ago and
I'm happier now than I've ever been." 
"It was a week after my nineteenth birthday, a kindof belated gift from my
Uncle Jacob, my dad's older brother. Jay had called the house and asked me
to come out and spend the weekend on his houseboat with whoever I wanted to
bring. He said that it was stocked full of groceries, and the bar was full
as long as we weren't driving the boat while we were drinking. At first he
made it sound like he was gonna be there,  but I guess he heard something
in my voice and told me that I had the place to myself the entire weekend,
although he said that he'd come down and check on us 'maybe.' Well, what
the fuck? huh Chris? I mean sounded like a plan right?"
"Nice gift, yeah, I'd say, so I take it you took your uncle up on it
right?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I called him on Thursday and told him that me and Rodney would meet
him down to the marina the next day at 6:00 in the evening. I remember that
Uncle Jay kinda paused for a minute and said 'Rodney's a strange name for a
girl ain't it ? I figured that you'd be taken'a Rhonda or something like
that.' So I tell him that Rodney's a good friend leavin for the service in
two weeks, and that we figured we'd 'roll it' one more time before he
split. Actually, man," he says to me, as though he's just had a
revealtion," I think I just told him about my uncle's offer, and he invited
himself. I was with a girl,  Karen, then, and I remember she hated the guy,
really despised the time that we spent together, ya' know what I mean
Chris?" 
I grunted my uderstanding, and reached for my beer can. My eyes had grown
accustomed to the near darkness, enough to see that Mike had himself
propped up on the pillow, his back pressed into the corner, with his legs
spread wide open. I could barely make out the movement of his arm (or arms)
working his hands into his crotch. I finished my beer off and realized that
my mouth was still dry. I had actually started to sober up somewhat, and
the last beer had started my buzz all over again. "Yeah I know what you
mean," I said. And I did know what he meant. I swung my legs over the bed,
and after stepping on Mike a few times, I finally managed to get to my
feet. I had to reach out to the wall above Mike's head to steady myself,
and as a result, my semi hard dick was hanging  just a few inches away from
his face(mouth?) I heard him inhale deeply, and waited for him to take my
dick into his mouth. 
Instead of sucking me off, he reached up and started to feel my thighs and
ass. I wanted to hump his mouth right tehre in the dark, with him on the
floor, but his hands were controling my hips.
"Where you going Chris?"
"Gotta take a piss, and grab us another beer, you ready?" I asked him,
running my hand along his jawline.
"Yeah, just bring back a six, I don't think it's gonna get warm the way
you're swilling, anyway. Hang it out the door and piss, rain'll wash it
away."
I made my way to the fridge, and after pausing for a second, realized that
the bladder situation was more crucial. As I stood in the doorway trying to
take a piss through a still half hard cock, I noticed that I could see the
rear half of my trailer from this spot. The lights were off there too, but
I didn't think that they were sleeping. I managed to empty half my bladder
before my dick became fully erect. I heard Mike asking me if I had fallen
out. Naw, I thought to myself, just standing here trying to picture Jerry
and Ty over there, and what they were doing. I closed the door and returned
to the fridge. I don't know why I did it, (we'll, yeah, I guess I do know
Why I did it, I just can't believe that I Did do it) but I opened the
fridge door, and stepped back, showing my hardon to Mike  if he wanted to
see it. The glare from the open door was too much for me to be able to see
into the back of the camper, but I knew he was watching, and my dick got
harder. I grabbed a six pack, and after finding a couple of not drenched
cigarettes in my pocket, I turned to walk back to the rear room. I
immediately saw a  glowing cigarette head, and first thought that it was
someone looking in the window, before realizing that Mike had made his way
up onto the bed. Upon enetering the room, and giving myself time to get
used to the darkness, I realized that Mike was sitting at the foot of the
bed facing the headboard. After nearly spilling the ashtray that he had
moved onto the bed, and a few rubs of our legs, we were both now sitting on
the bed, but not being able to see each other.
"Thanks for the beer Chris," he said, feeling along my leg until he found
the six pack. After pulling one off of the ring for each of us, and opening
both, he went to hand me the beer, but instead shoved it into my chest. The
coldness took my breath away and Mike apologized. I regained control of the
beer can, and Mike and I adjusted ourselves on the bed to where we were
both laying diagonally over the bed with the ashtray on my side. 
"So anyway, Rodney and I stayed on the boat that weekend, and shit
happened. One thing led to another, and blah...blah...blah.... Sunday
morning rolls around and were both in bed, together, taking care of morning
hard ons so to speak, when my uncle comes walking into the stateroom. Damn
I remember it like yesterday! We were both scared shitless, and
embarrassed. We lay there naked, and I'm expecting my ass to get beat, and
Rodney's thrown overboard. And this is no shit Chris, this was my first
time with another guy, but I loved it. As far as I'm concerned, there's a
place to make love, and that place is with a woman, but for sex, just
having sex to have sex, well... I can get off better with another man
usually. Anyway, I decided that I would kill myself as soon as he was done
beating my ass and disposing of Rodney's body. I remember him glaring at
us, what I thought was glaring, anyway, and then saw him start to grope his
crotch. He told us to sit tight, and that he'd be back in a minute. As soon
as he left, we both pulled our clothes on, the whole time Rodney's saying
'oh shit', 'oh shit', 'oh shit'. I was freaking out myself, Chris. I mean,
one of the reasons that I think we started fucking around with each other
the next morning was because we didn't know what ELSE to do. It probably
doesn't make sense to you, but at the time, I was feeling like you do now,
probably."
I felt Mike reach over and run his hand over my hipbone, an extremely
erogenous zone on my body. My dick was hard, and I wanted him to grab it.
He played in my dick hairs for a time, sometimes coming close to touching
my dick, but he never would. I reached down to his arm to bring his hand to
my dick, but only after a few short humps of my hips, he sat up and asked
me to slide over. Remembering the ashtray, I slid so as allow him access to
his own bed. He handed me the ashtray, and after a final toke, and
relocating my beer, I made myself comfortable in the back of the trailer,
stubbed my butt in the ashtray and pulled the  remaining four beers onto my
chest.
"So we're back there in the back of the boat, got our clothes on and all,
when we hear the engines start up. We just looked at each other, Christ,
were we scared! We were definately moving in reverse when I heard the
boat's whistle give the 'leaving port' signal. It was crazy Chris, we sat
back there shaking for like 45 minutes. Seems stupid now, but at the
time...."
I was recalling what Mike had told me when he started, and although I
can't say that I knew it then, for certain, but I expected him to tell me
about some ass kicking rape scene that his uncle laid on him and his
friend.. I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the rest of it, and maybe Mike
could tell, because he began to rub my chest and tell me that it wasn't
anything really freaky that happened to him, but 'just opened his eyes
alot.'
"I guess we had been out into the channel for about twenty minutes or so,
when he killed both engines. I remember Rodney staring at me as if to say
get me out of here, and all I could do was look at him. I'm not lying Chris
when I say that I was scared, scared shitless acttually. I heard the bow
anchor drop, and Rodney jumped off of the bed. I don't know what the hell I
was thinking, but I remeber I jumped off of the bed and stood in front of
the doorway. It's funny now that I think about it, who the fuck was I gonna
protect? So it does take him a minute to come below, and when he does open
the door, he's standing there with just his underwear on, and a major, I
mean MAJOR, fucking hardon.
I remember looking at my uncle, and then at Rodeny. He was checking my
uncle's crotch out, but he still looked scared. I know that I was. Rodney
had known my uncle for about 8 or 9 years, and he knew that he has a wicked
temper. I gotta be honest with you Chris, I was scared shitless, but my
cock was stiff.  You know what I mean? The fear 'rush' thing?"
I mumbled a grunt, as if to tell him that I understood, but I didn't think
that I really did.
"Yeah, I guess it was the adrenaline shit, anyway, he walks over to me, I
think Rodney had tried to press himself into the wall by this time, and
starts to lift my t-shirt over my head. I remember when he got close to me,
that his eyes weren't mean looking really, but he was kind of smirking.
After he gets my shirt off, he went for the snap on my jeans. I remember
that I backed away from him, and stood next to Rodney. He didn't look as
scared as he had, actually," Mike stopped and laughed," he just looked more
confused than anything else. See...... what Rodney didn't know, and
actually, I could have been wrong, too,but what he didn't know, was that I
had thought that my uncle had been checking me out, 'in that way' for a
couple of years."
Hearing that, I turned my head, knowing that I couldn't see him anyway,
but, he could tell by the movement of my head that I was looking at him as
if to ask, 'A couple of years?'
I realized  then,that, until that point, I was actually comfortable laying
next to this guy, both of us stark naked, even..., and had known him for
all of a few hours.  Had had the most incredible sexual
experience that I will probably ever have in my life, or at least the
kinkiest, and now I'm wondering if this guy was molested as a kid.
Apparently, Mike had gotten the same response that I gave (albeit in the
dark), from at least one other person that he had told, because he chuckles
to himself and says,
"Relax Chris, I started noticing him checking me out when I was about 16.
And he NEVER made a move on me, ever. So, I started to figure out what he
wanted, and Rodney did too. My uncle told us to strip, and as were pulling
or clothes off, he laid himself down on the bed and shucked his underwear.
Jesus, I remember him laying there stroking the biggest piece of meat that
I have ever seen. Course he was hard, and my experiences around other guys
with hardons had been limited to my own, and Rodney's too, I guess. anyway,
after we're naked, he tells us to join him on the bed. Rodney just stood
there, but I went over and lay down next to him. My uncle looked at Rodney,
and after noticing Rod's cock begin to stiffen, he told Rodney 'to get that
sexy ass of his over here, now.' We made room for Rodney on the bed, and
after my uncle had felt us both up, he moved away and told us 'to go for
it.'
Well, I knew what he meant, so... I started to go down on Rodney. Having
my uncle watch was a little unerving, never mind that I was still new to
this male/male stuff. I remember he started to talk to us, really fucking
dirty too. Shit like, Eat that fucking dick Mike, That's it boy, work your
buddies pole, and then he started asking Rodney if he liked what I was
doing. Rodney couldn't speak I guess. I couldn't because he was slamming
into my face. Neither Rodney nor I had gone this far the night before, we
pretty much just jerked each other off and did some 'dry humping.'
You o.k Chris? Is this bothering you?"
"Yeah, no, I mean I'm ok, it's just that you really don't have any problems
talking about this stuff with someone you just met do you?"
"Hell no man, why should I?"
Mike reached over and began to play with the hairs on my chest, slowly
working his hand into my cock hair. Without warning, he gripped my dick,
and found that I was erect. Very erect.
"Well well well, feels like it's not bothering you too much either, huh
Chris?"
I didn't say anything. I just lay there wishing he would either jerk me
off, or suck me off, I didn't care which. 
"Shit man, don't let it bother you, it's got me going to."
Without hesitating, I felt down his chest until I found his cock. As I
gripped it, he replaced his hand back on my cock, and started to stroke me
again. His cock felt incredibly smooth considering its rock hard state. The
shape and size was similar to my own, but I couldn't believe how soft he
felt. For a second, I wanted to suck on him, but when I neared the head of
his cock, I could feel that it was covered with precum. I'm not sure why I
changed my mind, afterall, I already let him stick it in my mouth once
already, its just that I wasn't quite ready to taste anoth man's cum. 
"So what did you guys end up doing?" I asked him, thoroughly back into the
scene that he had been describing.
"Well, everything. Almost. While I was giving Rod head, my uncle stuck his
face into my ass, kinda like what happened to you tonight.
Jesus, I love getting eaten out. That was my first time, and even though he
was a little rough back there, I knew that I wanted to try it on Rodney.
We manueverd around until Rod's ass was spread open in my face. I wasn't
sure what to do, so I tried to copy what my uncle was doing to me. It
seemed that Rodney liked it as much as I did. That fucking guy, Chris, went
bullistic. He started in on the raunchy talk too, telling me to eat his
hole, blah, blah, blah. Everything was going fine until my uncle told me to
fuck his ass. I remember that Rodney jumped off the bed, his dick leaking
jizz, and shaking his head saying, "No fucking way, guys, NO FUCKING WAY."
My uncle got a big kick out of that, and after tongueing me a few more
times, he rolled over onto his back and told me to fuck him. Shit, I
remember when he spread his legs for me and showed me that ass of his.
Right then and there Chris, it looked better than any of the few pussies
that I had ever seen, and I almost raped him on the spot. I aimed my dick
at his asshole and started to plunge. He started to laugh, and told me to
slow down, that he hadn't had a dick up his ass in a long time. He asked me
to rim him first, and with a little help from Rodney, we had his knees
hitting his shoulders in no time. I couldn't believe that my uncle was
laying there with his ass in the air, wanting me to fuck him! Goddamn it
was hot. I settled into his ass and started to dump gobs of spit into his
crack. Rodney jumped me for a second when he bent down to join me in my
uncles crotch, but instead of helping me, he strated to blow my uncle."
"So, you were about to get your first real piece of ass, huh?" I asked
him, placing my hand on his and causing him to really stroke on my dick.
"Yeah, pretty much. He told us that he was ready, but for me to still take
it slow. Rod helped hold his legs down while I started to rub my dick into
his crack. He told me to slip the head in, and then to wait.  I couldn't
believe that I was about to fuck another man, let alone my own uncle, ya
know what I mean, Chris?"
"Yeah, I guess," knowing that I could almost imagine my own cock buried in
Mike's own asshole.
"Well, I got the head in, and then some, before he stopped me. He told me
to take it easy, and then told Rod to sit on his face. Rod didn't waste
anytime settliing on to his face, and once my uncle started to 'chow down,'
I started to ease into him. Shit man, it was all I could do not to just
start pounding his ass. Anyway, once I was in, all the way, I left it there
for as long as I could stand it. Rodney started to tell me to fuck his ass
hard, the whole time he's slamming his ass down into my uncle's face.
Eventually all three of us caught a rhythm and really started going at it.
I remember Rod grabbed my head and jammed it onto his dick. Fuck it was hot
man! I didn't last long. Just as I blew a load into my uncle, Rod started
to cuss, and he dumped his load down my throat. It shocked the fuck outta
me, but I liked it. Still do," he said, giving my cock a few hard tugs.
"After Rod and I had finished, my uncle lay back and jerked off. Man, I
remember getting off watching him whack off. I don't know, I guess back
then, it just amazed me that even grown men jerked off. Weird huh? We laid
around for a few, and he asked us both alot of questions. When he found out
that the night before was the first time for either of us, he seemed kind
of nervous,and even apolgized. We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning
the boat up, and before we left, he sucked me and Rod off at the same
time..... 
.......And that's it, my first time."
"Jesus Mike, you ever get down with him again? I asked.
"With who, my uncle or Rodney?"
"I mean your uncle, but yeah Rodney too."
"Well, me and Rodney stayed friends, and had a few drunk nights when we
fooled around a little together, but that's about it with him. It's weird
too, cause on the boat, the first two times, we were sober, stone cold
sober, but afterwards, we'd only mess around when we had been drinking, and
then, nothing like that weekend. My Uncle? We'll, let's just say that he
showed me alot of things over the next three or four years or so. He died a
while back in a fire."
"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that," I told him.
"Yeah, I was too, but towards the end, he wanted me to start doing group
shit with him. I'm not sure why, even now, but I didn't want to get into
that stuff."
Mike could tell that I was giving him another questioning look in the
dark, and he knew what I was saying.
"Well Chris, I've changed over the past few years, and to be honest with
you, when I first met you and Jerry tonight, and realized that Jerry was
interested, and that you MIGHT be, we'll, I wanted to see you two
together."
"You want me to go get him, and Ty?" I asked, letting him know that I was
teasing.
"Maybe later, but for now...." Mike had raised himself over me and slowly
pressed his body down into mine. 
"You really don't know how good looking you are, do you? I mean really?"
"Come on Mike, didn't we go through this a little while ago?" I said to
him, reaching up and trying to push his shoulders down towards my waist. I
wanted a blowjob from this guy, but I didn't know if I should ask him.
These comments about my looks were starting to throw me. I was thinking
that as far as I was concerned,  I figured I was just another dick to this
guy, and what I looked like, well, really wouldn't  matter. Cheap, yeah, I
know, but I wasn't really using the 'right' side of my brain. Hell, I was
trying to get up the nerve to go down on him, slimey cockhead and all, if
it would only make him suck me off. I was feeling a little claustraphobic
with him laying on top of me like he was, and I started to slide out from
under him.
"Wait a second, huh? Just let me feel you for a minute. I just want to
check you out for a minute."
Without ample warning, Mike had reached up and turned the lamp back on. I
was immediately blinded. I started to cuss him out, I mean the wall lamp
was next to my head, so close that I could feel the heat from it. Mike
reached up and swiveled the base, making the lamp aim towrds the ceiling. 
"Sorry man, shit. Fuck, I forgot how bright they are. You ok?"
"Yeah, damn man," I said, rubbing my eyes,"those fucker's are dangerous."
"Sorry bout that Chris, I just wanted to, we'll, you know... look at you
for a minute."
Mike was still laying ontop of me, but had started to sit up onto his
heels. I knew that I would not be comfortable with this situation before I
even opened my eyes. Mike was sitting between my legs, and his knees were
holding my knees apart. Extremely vulnerable I thought to myself. I rubbed
my eyes a little longer than needed, wondering if Mike was done 'looking.'
I felt his hands on my chest and I opened my eyes. He was watching me. I
closed my eyes again, and immediately felt him pinch on my nipples. I
opened my eyes, figuring thats what the tit twisters were about, to find
him smiling at me. He was rubbing his dick against mine, and would
alternate his eyes from our crotches to my face. The four beers were laying
against my ribs, and had it not been for them. distracting me, he probably
could have made me cum from just the cock rubbing.
"You swear you and Jerry have never fucked around like this?"
I started laughing then. And it was hard to stop. Me and Jerry, yeah right,
I thought to myself.
"Not even close Mike, not even close," I managed to say, still finding the
question funny.
"Ever thought about it though?" he asked, stopping his hips from sliding
against mine. "With Jerry, I mean, ever thought about it, with him?"
"What with Jerry?" I asked, knowing what he meant, but needing a little
time to come up with a response. I knew that I had never fantasized about
having sex WITH Jerry,  but I do have a few favorite scenarios  that I run
through my head/hand from time to time. 3 way/ 4 way stuff, and Jerry is
normally right there in the middle of it all. I always (when I have thought
about it), figured that Jerry showed up in these fantasies with me because
he was alot more free spirited than I am, and had the flirting thing down
pat. The man could charm, and he knew that he could too. Having sex WITH
him had never crossed my mind before. Ever. I'm not saying that I've never
seen a guy or two who I wouldn't mind slamming, hell, maybe even more'n
that, but I'd never act on it. Never planned to. 
"Having sex, or fucking around, with who? Jerry? Come on man. I had no
idea about him until tonight, and I probably still don't know him as well
as I think I do. Naw, we're just friends." I said, wondering whether he
believed me or not, and then wondering why I cared what he thought.
"It's just that damn, man, I don't know, he's a nice lookin dude too, I
was just curious as to whether you guys have ever did anything, or at least
thought about it."
"You'd have to ask Jerry, then." I said. 
"I did, when you were still in the hammock. He said he's never tried  with
you because you never showed any interest."
I couldn't believe what Mike was saying, but yet I knew that he wasn't
lying either.
"He said what?" I stammered, opening another beer.
"He said he never thought you showed any interest Said he'd tried a few
times, but you didn't pick up on it."
"No, Bud, I don't think so. He ain't ever come on to me. Ever. So I think
he's fucking with you, so to speak."
We both laughed at that, and Mike's hand had started to work on my tits
again. God I loved that feeling. My nipples had been hard for a few hours
now,and they were more than a little sensitive. When Mike heard a moan
escape my lips, he looked back at my face and shook his head.
"What's wrong ?" I asked him.
"Nothing, not a fucking thing," still shaking his head. "It's just,well,
it's just.......damn man, you are one rugged motherfucker. I can only
imagine what's been going on in your buddy's head. You never knew huh?"
"Knew what?"
"That Jerry fucked around with men. And, that he's made plays on you
before?"
"Look, Mike, Jerry probably is my best friend, hell, he is my best friend,
but as far as what we do, or like, in the sack, well, we just don't discuss
it too much. Serious anyways, and trust me, this is serious."
Mike had grabbed both of our dicks in his hands and had begun to stroke
them. As I looked down, I noticed that I had lost my hardon.
Mike's dick on the other hand, (again, so to speak), had outgrown my own at
about 4 to 1. His dickhead was leaking what looked like half cum and half
precum. As he began to smear his juice onto my dick, it started to respond.
As he stroked both of us, he steadily looked me in the eye and  and
grunted. I reached down and grabbed him by the hips. I was still somewhat
spread eagled because of his knees,  and was tryin to let him know that I
wanted some head. Instead, he ground his dick into my crotch and laid his
body completely ontop of mine. 
After a few humps, and manuevering my legs a little more, I could feel his
cock, or at least the part of the shaft, begin to slide across my asshole.
I immediately froze. and tried to clamp my legs shut.
"Just relax for a minute Chris. I ain't trying to fuck you, I just want to
feel my dick on your ass for a second.Ok?"
He was still doing the grunting thing, and it was  hard to ignore. The
fucking guy was sounding like he was gonna lose it and pole my ass at any
minute. And although that thought made me uneasy, when I think about it
now, I enjoyed the thought that this guy was actually getting off on my
body. Mike had driven his face under my arm, and into my armpit. He tounged
my pit, completely covering it in spit. and after giving my asshole a few
quick strokes with his hardon, he raised his dripping face to mine, and
said, "You wanna fuck me?"
I knew it hadn't been that long since I had came in Jerry's mouth, but my cock
was aching for another release, and I didn't care whether it was in his mouth or
buried in his asshole. If Mike wanted me to fuck his ass, I'd do it. I looked
him in the eye and asked him was he sure. Laughing, he said, "No, I'm not sure,
its been awhile, but lets try it, nice and slow." He quickly lowered his mouth
to mine and tried to jam his tongue inside. I clamped my lips shut, hoping that
he'd understand that whatever I was willing to do, kissing another man was not
one of them. Instead of understanding, Mike pulled his face from mine, and said,
"Come on man, just let me tatse your mouth, just try it." I just lay there, not
knowing what to do, as he brought his mouth to mine again. He took it a little
slower the second time, and slowly, I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. He
tasted of beer and cigarettes, but it wasn't bad. As my brain began to accept
this new kind of stimulation, Mike's humping me had begun to increase, and his
tongue action had picked up as well. The kiss began to turn hard and rough, him
swabbing the entire inside of my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back. Hard.
I grabbed his head and smashed our mouths together, fighting his tongue to allow
me entrance. Mike immediately picked up on the changes that were taking place,
and as I became more forceful, he did the same. 
I rolled us onto our sides, throwing my leg over his. This was it, I was going
to fuck another man. I took control, losing myself in what I can only describe
as a human hunger for this guy, and began to eat his mouth. The harder I tongued
his mouth, the harder he gave it back. Instictively, I spread his thighs with my
knees, pulling my mouth from his and pulling his ass onto my thighs. Looking
down at Mike laying underneath me, I realized then, for the really the first
time in my life, how incredibly sexy another man's body could be. Granted, I've
always been able to appreciate another guy's good looks, looking twice if I see
a guy with a powerfully built body at times, but nothing like this, because this
had a purpose, this guy was laying here under me, naked and waiting for me to
fuck him. I don't know how long I was lost in a haze, but Mike laughing to
himself brought me out of it. "I'm glad you like what you see Chris, but it
feels even better," he grinned, taking my hands and moving them to his hairy
pecs. He felt hard, not soft and smooth like a woman, but I think at that point
that I was more excited becuase he was a man. I was still nervous, I won't lie
about it, but the more I got into his body, the more relaxed I became. 
I started with his nipples, first licking one, and then the other. As I began to
notice the responses I was gietting from him, I increased the speed and pressure
with my mouth, while my hand would pull and twist his other. I did exactly to
him what I wished most women would do to my own nipples. Few women in my life
have really even acknowledge my nipples, my pecs and chest hair yes, but
apparently, they never grasped the thought that a man's could be sensitive like
their own. As I switched my mouth to his other pec, slowly running my face
though his chest hair, Mike began to pull my face up towards his own. I looked
at him, and noticed that his face had changed somehow. This is really too weird
to explain, but I'll try because I think that it is important for you to
understand what had happened in those few minutes.
With that kiss, the second one, when Mike said he wanted to taste my mouth, and
I let him, I know now that that is when it had begun to happen. Kissing another
man had always somewhat repulsed me. Maybe that's a litttle strong, but I know
I've always felt uneasy watching two guys being intimate with each other,
(mostly on T.V), but when I'd see them kiss, I couldn't watch, at all. Suck a
guys dick, fuck him, but come on guy, you don't have to kiss him, I'd think. It
just seemed too fucking weird. But I did let him, and I wanted to do it again.
Once we had started, when we both began to 'give,' It changed. It was like we
were wrestling with our tongues. Each of us trying to take control over the
other's mouth. It quickly became a raw, almost animalistic act, forcing my
tongue into his mouth as far as it would reach, grinding my cock into his, while
we ate each other. 
And now, looking down at this guy's heaving chest and spit covered face, I
realized how his face had changed, he was at that moment, the sexiest thing I
had ever seen. I don't mean gorgeous or beautiful, or even handsome, I mean
sexy. Just plain sexy. He wanted me, and I definately wanted to feel what it
would be like to slide my hard cock in and out of this studs ass. Easy, slow
strokes, as I felt his hole slowly pull a load of cum out of my balls. It was
want, pure and simple. As I studied his face, I began to grind my dick into his
crotch. The feeling of his pubes rubbing against the under side of my shaft was
incredible, so much so that I debated on whether I should continue and soak his
cock with my juice. I lowered my face to his and raped his mouth with my own.
Mike grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me into him.
I was too close, and I wanted this guy, wanted to feel what it was like to mount
another man's ass and ride him. I withdrew from his face, lowering my mouth to
tongue his nipples for a minute, and sliding myself from under his thighs, I
lowered my face to his crotch. I began to lick his lower stomach, eventually
burying my nose in his thick but surprisingly soft cock hair. His dick was
rubbing against my neck, and I remember thinking about  how hot it felt, as if
it was radiating heat directly into my neck. I gripped his cock in my left hand,
really gripping the reddening shaft hard, watching the precum as it began to
almost pump out of the head. I pulled myself back a little, glanced up to see
Mike watching me, with that wanting look in his eyes as the only incentive I
needed, and I took him into my mouth half way.
I felt Mike raise his hips to meet my face, sending a little more of his cock in
my mouth than I was ready for, and I instinctively retreated. As I had begun to
gag, a large amount of spit had enterd my mouth, and now, as I looked down at my
hand gripping his cock, I could see that it had begun to settle down his shaft
and onto my fingers. I began to stroke him, turned on by the shiney hard cock
that was in my hand. I couldn't get enough of this guy spread out before me, and
I was almost ready. But first, there was something I wanted to see. "Turn over
man," I said to him, quickly lowering my mouth to taste the precum in his slit
before I realesed his dick and pulled back. I grabbed my beer from the floor,
taking a long swig as I watched Mike flip over onto his stomach, trying to
stretch his legs out under me. I wanted them open, and after a few pushes with
my hands outward on his knees, his legs spread wider, allowing me a great view
of his hard ass, and almost a glimpse of his asshole. I sat there on my heels,
stroking my dick as I reached out with the other hand and began to feel him. I
allowed my fingertips to slip into his crack, first feeling only the hair there,
but eventually allowing two or tree fingertips to graze his hole. 
I heard him groan, and felt him twitch everytime I'd hit his asshole, and with
each contact, he would bring his knees up closer to his chest, exposing his man
pussy to me. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out, at first just licking and
chewing on the cheeks of his ass, but as Mike continued to bring his knees up
closer to his chest, he also had begun to move his ass in a way that I knew that
he wanted me to rim him.Slowly, I brought my mouth to his asshole as he reached
back and spread his ass for me.