Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2022 01:11:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Samuel Stefanik <churchphilips@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crown Vic to a Parallel World: The Beginning.  Chapter 44

DEAR READER!!  I apologize for the delay on this chapter.  I thought adding
some sex would be easy, but fuck me it was hard...difficult, I mean.  The
end result isn't the graphic romp you might be expecting, but I think it's
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44

Oh look, they have grape flavor!

Calling it a town was to stretch the word.  Oppidum was more a village on
the edge of the world.  Its layout reminded me of a western movie set.
There was a Main Street with flat-fronted shops built in a row, one hotel,
and a few blocks of detached single-family homes set behind the stores.

The streets were paved with smooth and seamless material that was the
blue-grey color of slate, the sidewalks were white with a deep glittering
that reminded me of quartz locked in unpolished marble, and the buildings
alternated glossy white and glossy black like chessmen in a stalemate
match.  The town was so small and self-contained, the few people who
weren't where they needed to be, were getting there by walking.  No cars
moved on the streets.

We'd landed on a runway of hard-packed dirt situated between the plains and
the town.  Our arrival was something of an event.  The way people on the
street stopped to gawk, I assumed the town didn't have much in the way of
excitement.  Windows filled with faces peering around curtains.  Some,
those lacking subtlety, leaned far out of the unscreened openings to
blatantly stare.

I elbowed Shawn.  "Do we have a cover story?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

I jerked my head toward the town.  "See all those looky-loos?  Every one of
them is dying to know why we're here.  This doesn't seem like a place that
gets tourists.  I don't think telling them we plan to kill an evil fucking
demon king is the right answer."

"It's not." Neb chimed in having heard my concerns. "We are here to
prospect on the plains, looking for new minerals.  Bem and I are
geologists, Cy and Vulp are technicians for our equipment, Shawn is the
field medic, and you are a cartographer."

"I'm a carto-whosis?" I asked.  I actually knew what the term meant, but it
was something I'd never been accused of, and I decided to have some fun
with Neb.

"Map-maker." She clarified, her frustration at my ignorance plain in her
tone.

"Sure," I grinned at her and doubled down on the joke, "you got a place you
need mapped; I'll map the shit out of it for you."

Neb realized I was teasing her.  She groaned and walked away shaking her
head.

I looked around and felt the scrutiny of the townspeople.  It was making me
uncomfortable, so I strolled around the airplane to see what else there was
to look at.  Beyond the town, there was nothing but miles of dusty dry
country, all of it as flat as the surface of a lake.

The view across the yellowish plains was like the view across a calm ocean.
The land stretched to the horizon in every direction without so much as an
anthill to interrupt it.  The entire surface of the plain was covered with
scrub, no more than four inches high, green near the base that faded to
yellow at the top.  As I looked out over the featureless expanse of
nothing, I suspected it would be possible to travel a large distance on
those plains without feeling like you got anywhere at all.

The sky above the sea of yellow was pale blue and cloudless.  It reminded
me of our change in latitude, that and the temperature made me feel the
distance.  It was a cool day, upper fifties at most with a gentle breeze
that carried whisps of dust along the ground.  I dropped my bag long enough
to button the flapping halves of my grey overshirt.

The others were less taken with the view than I was.  They'd gathered their
things and made for the hotel.  Shawn had to collect me.  We came around
the airplane again to see Rugam climbing the steps to the driver's seat.
She waved a hand at us, fingers together, and up and down like a flipper.

Shawn and I waved back and straggled along behind the rest of the group.
The hotel that we approached was long, low, and plain.  It had two stories,
wide windows, and was white with a flat roof.  A single swing door on a
sprung hinge led to the white, single-story lobby; little more than a
counter stuck in a wall for a clerk to stand behind.  The clerk had enough
color on him to make up for the `white sheet of paper' surroundings.

He was tall, for Solum, and thick set with a great pile of slick, black
hair on his head teased into a pompadour.  He wore a candy-apple-red,
double-breasted suit with lapels so wide, the points of them almost touched
his shoulders.  His shirt matched the suit while his vest and tie were
canary-yellow.  The clerk was bright enough to stop traffic on the Vegas
strip.

His manner was as flamboyant as his appearance.  "Why YE-ES we have your
reservation RIGHT HERE.  We at the Hotel OP-EYE-DI-EM are ESCTATICALLY
HA-APPY to have you with us."  The clerk fawned and fussed over Neb with
huge, theatrical gestures and words stretched into more syllables than the
English language intended.  "We are DRE-EADFULLY sorry, but due to a minor
bookkeeping error on our part we only have FIVE of the SIX single rooms you
wished.  In fact, we have four SINGLES and the HON-EY-MOON SUITE."

`Oh no,' I thought, `what is it with the hotels on this world and their
damn honeymoon suites?  I hope they don't just assume again...'

Bem interrupted my grumbling thoughts as he inserted himself in the
conversation.  "That'll be fine.  Those two were married last week." He
pointed at Shawn and me.

I swore inside my head as the fawning clerk rushed around the counter to
shake hands with Shawn and me.  "Con-GRAT-u-lations, so PLE-EASED to hear
it.  We get so FE-EW honeymooners here.  If there is AN-Y-THING you need;
champagne, ice, lubrication...I know how EN-THUS-IASTIC newlyweds can be.
We have a strawberry flavored...wait...I'll give you some sample packs and
you can TRY THEM ALL."

To Bem's cackling delight and my red-faced mortification, the clerk dug
behind the counter and emerged with a double-handful of
ketchup-packet-sized lube samples in his hands.  He gleefully pressed them
on me, then bustled around handing out keys and showing us our rooms.

The honeymoon suite was on the second floor and the last room we came to.
The clerk unlocked the door with a key shaped like a heart and gushed about
the luxurious appointments.  What he showed us was a decent, but very
standard hotel room.  White walls, blue carpet, big bed with lavender
cover, white wardrobe, two windows with deep sills, and a big bathroom with
mirrored walls.

The clerk pressed the key into my hand and spoke confidentially.  "Don't
worry about a thing," he tapped the toe of his right foot on the floor,
"TO-TAL-LY soundproof." He paused long enough to look me up and down. "You
look like YOU could throw a fuck clear across the STRE-ET.  If he needs to
tag out, you dial the desk and I'll tag in."

He gripped my right bicep, gave a little growl, and left us with a hand
wave over his shoulder.  I tossed the lube packets on the bed and sat next
to them, my head in my hands.  "I'm never gonna get used to this
place...never, never, never."

* * * *

Shawn and I called down to the desk for lunch, which we ate, then we hung
around the room waiting for the transport driver to arrive.  I was bored
and thought about walking around the town, but the memory of all the
staring eyes made me nix the idea.  I wasn't in the mood for people,
especially staring people.  Between my status as a stranger, the military
fatigues we wore, and my size, I was certain to draw a crowd wherever I
went.  `No thank you.' I thought.

With nothing to do, the time died hard.  Shawn read while I watched a
docu-orgy on the wall screen.  I got bored with television and cast about
for something to do until I wound up seated on one of the deep windowsills,
staring out across the plains.  The view was quite a sight for me.  Having
spent most of my life in the four-state city that is New Jersey, New York,
eastern Pennsylvania, and northern Delaware, I'd never seen that much
nothing.  It was like the vastness of space that I could touch.

Someone knocked on the door.  Shawn answered it and invited Bem in.  "Neb
just talked to the driver."  He announced as he entered.  "He got held up
and won't be in until after six."

"Well, that fucking sucks." I complained.  I'd hoped the driver would get
to us soon, so at least I could check on the car and kill some time doing
something productive.

"I know," Bem kicked at the carpet, "I'm bored to."  He loafed around the
room inspecting the luxurious appointments of the honeymoon suite.  He
stopped at the foot of the bed, apparently drawn by the pile of lube
packets.  Bem sorted through them with curious fingers until his hand
darted into the pile and drew back with a purple one.  "Oooohhh...look, I
found a grape one.  You guys want to fuck?"

Shawn looked up from the reading he'd gone back to.  "I do if Church does.
Church?"

All eyes were on me for a decision.  I was surprised by the nonchalance.
"Wait, just like that?" I asked.

Bem rested his hands on his non-existent hips and cocked his head at me.
"What kind of invitation do you need?  I could get a marker and draw arrows
on my body pointing to the interesting parts."

Shawn set his tablet on the arm of his chair in and put his hands in his
lap.  "This is the way it works here," he explained to me, "especially
between people that already have.  The question of `will you with me' is
already answered.  The only question remaining is `will you with me now?'
Bem asked the question.  I said I would if you will.  Will you, or won't
you?"

I rubbed my face hard.  "Gives the term `casual sex' new meaning." I
muttered to my palms and made a quick decision.  "Well, when in Rome."  I
dropped my hands.  "Sure, I'm in."

Bem cackled, "not yet you're not...I'd know."

I flushed and wondered how it was possible to be embarrassed by a man who I
was about to be very intimate with.  Bem didn't give me a chance to think
about it.  He carried the lube packet over and handed it to me.  "Here,
this is my favorite."

"You want me to use it on you?"  I asked.

"No silly.  How am I going to taste it if you use it on me?  I want you to
use it on you."  Bem's fingers darted down the buttons of his overshirt and
his clothes practically flew from his body.  Faster than I thought
possible, Bem stood before me in his naked, sinewy glory.  He crawled into
my lap facing me, his knees next to my hips.  He took the lube packet from
me and put it on the windowsill.  His fingers toyed with the top button of
my shirt.  "You see, step one," he unfastened the button, "is you take your
clothes off," he unfastened the next, "none of the other stuff can happen,"
another button, "until all" a button, "these" a button, "clothes" a button,
"are" a button, "off" he unfastened the last button and opened my shirt.

Bem pushed the shirt over my shoulders, and I slipped my arms from the
sleeves.  He gathered it up and tossed it to the floor.  "Now we have those
strong arms to look at...so nice."  Bem tugged at my t-shirt, untucked the
tail from my pants, and pulled it over my head.  He wadded the material in
his hands, pressed his face into it, and pulled a big breath in through his
nose.  "So good."  He said and dropped the shirt to the side.  His hands
traced up and down my exposed torso.  "And so BIG!"

"Now, are you ready to listen and do what I say?"  Bem asked, and I nodded.
"Good.  Put your hands here, and here."  He took my hands and placed one
under each of his thighs just below his ass.  His legs felt firm, the hair
coating them was silky under my hands.  Bem gave me some more
instructions. "Move forward until you're at the edge of the windowsill."  I
scooted forward and Bem pressed against me with his arms around my neck and
his legs around my waist.  "Stand and take two steps forward."  I did as I
was told and ended up standing with Bem clinging to my upper body.  I felt
him shiver with excitement.  "So STRONG...so fucking HOT."

A very naked Shawn came up behind Bem.  I hadn't noticed Shawn undressing
and was disappointed I'd missed the reveal.  Shawn's body was a poem of
male perfection.  That's how I thought about it anyway, and I loved
watching him take his clothes off.  Each time I watched him strip, I would
think how lucky I was that he let me have him.  Seeing him all at once was
always a treat, but watching him reveal himself, a step at a time, was like
a mild form of edging.

Shawn stopped my drooling admiration of him by addressing Bem.  He tapped
Bem's back and spoke a mild warning. "You can play with him, but don't
forget who he belongs to."

"Oh, don't be so selfish."  Bem teased.  "There's more than enough here for
both of us.  See if you can get his pants and boots off.  I like it up here
and I plan to stay a while."  Bem leaned his face into mine and asked a
question. "Am I heavy?"

"No."

"How long can you support me?"

"As long as you want."

"So hot." Bem breathed.  He moved in even closer and licked and sucked at
my lips until I opened my mouth for his probing tongue.

Bem and I kissed and sucked on each other's tongues while I felt Shawn
unlace my boots.  He tapped my shin for me to step out of them.  He
unfastened my pants, pulled them down along with my briefs, and held them
for me to step out of.  Once he had me naked, Shawn stood from his task and
poked the side of Bem's face to get him to disengage from our kiss.  "I
want a taste now."  Shawn said.

Bem grinned and I knew he was going to do something mischievous.  "You can
taste." Bem said.  Shawn leaned toward me.  Bem grabbed his head and pulled
him into a deep, sucking kiss.  Shawn responded to Bem and I enjoyed the
sight.  They were very passionate.  They separated when they needed to
breathe.  "There, you've had your taste."  Bem teased and went back to
kissing me.

I felt Shawn's frustration rise, then it fell as something that amused him
took its place.  Shawn stepped away from Bem and me.  He went to the bed,
sorted through the lube packets until he found one that he liked, and drew
it from the pile.  He slicked a couple fingers and moved behind Bem to
start his own mischief.  A rare devious smile creased Shawn's face and Bem
cried out in my mouth as Shawn's fingers abruptly invaded Bem's pert ass.

Shawn fingered Bem's ass to Bem's moaning delight.  Shawn kissed and licked
the back of Bem's neck, his shoulders, and his upper back, while I
continued to suck on Bem's face.  Bem's cock got full hard and pressed into
my belly where it leaked like a faucet, smearing precum between us as he
squirmed in pleasure.

I was erect as well, but Bem's body was above my waist and served to
separate me from Shawn enough to provide room for my cock to throb in space
without touching anything.  I was glad for that, because I was so aroused
by Bem's body and Shawn's lust, if my dick brushed against something, I may
have climaxed and dropped Bem like a sack of potatoes.

Shawn played in Bem's ass, adding fingers and loosening him up.  Bem hands
gripped the back of my neck as Shawn played, proving that he was enjoying
the treatment even if his moans into my open mouth weren't enough of a
clue.  Shawn gave Bem's ass a playful slap with his free hand, then drew
his fingers out of Bem's relaxed hole.  He slicked his cock with the lube
remaining on his fingers and lined-up behind Bem.  I saw what was about to
happen and disengaged from Bem's mouth to get a taste of Shawn.  I leaned
my face around Bem's head. "Kiss me, Shawn." I whispered.

Shawn leaned forward, meeting my mouth with his while his upper chest
pressed into Bem's back, and squeezed the lean man between us.  Shawn
stroked my face with the soft fingers that had just been inside Bem.  I
felt trace wetness streak my stubble covered cheek and smelled the faint
sweetness of banana-flavored lube.  Shawn's tongue explored my mouth,
licking around, sliding along my tongue, then retreating to beckon my
tongue into his mouth.  We kept our eyes open as we kissed, sharing gazes
of longing, and feeding lust along our link.

Bem grew impatient with the delay my kiss with Shawn was causing to the
fucking he was waiting for.  "DO IT!" Bem urged.  Shawn's eyes smiled as he
split his focus between me and Bem.  He finished lining up to Bem's ass by
feel and carefully pushed forward, breaching Bem's hole with his cock.
Shawn didn't stop until his entire length was inside our mutual friend.
Bem grunted and sighed in my ear.  "Oh yeah...so nice."

Shawn tilted his hips and ground his crotch against Bem's ass, working his
cock into the hot hole and trying to find the right angle to hit Bem's
prostate from the unusual position.  Bem whimpered and groaned as Shawn
zeroed in on his pleasure spot.  I sucked on Shawn's mouth until Bem yelped
in surprise as Shawn's cock seemed to find Bem's prostate with a sudden
thrust.  Shawn broke our kiss. "Need to focus." He said as he leaned away
from me.

Shawn centered himself behind Bem and started fucking with several quick
upward jabs.  He must have pounded Bem's prostate with each thrust because
Bem cried out every time Shawn pushed.  "OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!" Bem shouted.
Shawn thrust up and stayed on his toes to grind his cock into Bem.  Bem's
quick shout drew out to match Shawn's motion.  "OOOOOoooohhhhhhhh..."

Shawn lowered himself onto his heels and gave Bem a second to recover.  Bem
leaned back as much as his arms around my neck would let him.  He turned
his head so he could kiss Shawn.  They kissed and Shawn started to fuck Bem
slowly with long strokes.  Bem broke the kiss and turned his face to me.
He released my neck and trailed his hands down my torso, pulling on my
chest hair and pinching my nipples.  I kissed Bem some more, while he still
had control of his mouth.  That lasted until Shawn increased his efforts
and pistoned into Bem, rolling his hips to end his thrust with an upward
jab that brought Bem a shout of pleasure.

Shawn fucked Bem and kissed his neck and shoulders.  I got bored with no
one to kiss, so I used my tongue to lick Bem's face and his hairy upper
chest.  Bem started to sweat while Shawn fucked him, the sheen glistened on
his skin and matted down the hair.  The scent of his body grew heavy and
filled my nose.  His oily flavor coated my tongue and my throat.  Both were
different from Shawn's but pleasing all the same.

I'd been enamored with Shawn's scent since I first smelled it when he
attempted the addiction removal that backfired and created the sympathetic
link between him and me.  I thought Shawn's scent, and his flavor when I
tasted it later on, aroused me because it belonged to him.  The romp that
Shawn and I had with Bem forced me to confront the idea that I loved the
smell and the taste of men.  I liked Shawn's best, but Bem's aroused me
almost as much.

That uniquely masculine scent and taste, it did something to the animal
side of my psyche, called to my wild side, so to speak.  I don't mean
stink, or dirty, sweaty, unwashed body odor...that's gross.  I mean the
natural aroma of a man, especially after some mild exertion, when the
perspiration first blooms on his skin and activates his musk.  That's the
smell I love, and the salty, oily flavor that goes with it.

I breathed Bem in and savored the scent.  Another scent surprised me as I
sniffed and licked around Bem's neck and upper body.  Mixed with Bem's
salty musk was the sweet odor of overripe bananas.  I looked for the source
of the smell and noticed Shawn's fingers gripping the top of Bem's shoulder
as Shawn steadied himself to pound into the smaller man.  I remembered
where those fingers had been and why they smelled like banana.  I had a
nasty, lust-fueled impulse and put my nose right on top of Shawn's fingers.

Shawn felt my breath on his hand and turned his sex-flushed face to see
what I wanted.  Our eyes met over Bem's shoulder, through an uneven curtain
of Shawn's tousled hair.  I opened my mouth and beckoned Shawn with my
tongue.  He realized what I wanted.  Shawn offered his hand to me, and I
slurped three fingers into my mouth.  I sucked and worshiped the
salty-sweet digits, savoring the fruity lube and the tang of Bem's ass.
Bem saw what I was doing and it drove him wild.  He tried to express
himself but could only grunt out short words between Shawn's thrusts.

"SO...HOT...BIG...GUY!"

Shawn slowed his fucking down a bit while I slurped his fingers, his
attention distracted by the act.  Bem registered a complaint. "HARDER!" He
pleaded.

Shawn took his fingers from my mouth and returned his hand to grip Bem's
shoulder.  His steady thrusts changed to become as rapid and hard as a
jackhammer.  Shawn fucked Bem so hard that I had to step my left leg back
to get a wider stance to hold against the force.  Bem's shouts of pleasure
became an unintelligible stream of gibberish.  He wagged his head back and
forth, then rested his forehead against my chest as his ragged breath came
out steaming hot on my skin.  Bem gripped my upper arms with desperate
hands, clamping my flesh against the pleasure that Shawn was pounding into
him.

I felt Shawn's climax was close.  He upped his efforts for one more sprint
to the finish line, pounding Bem so hard that the slap of his hips against
Bem's ass was echoed by a softer slap as the force of Shawn's fucking drove
Bem's body against mine.  Shawn lunged, driving himself into Bem and crying
out in a leg-shaking, screaming, full-body orgasm.  I felt Shawn's passion
through our link.  I couldn't feel his climax, but I did get to experience
a shadow of the haywire euphoria that went with his orgasm.  It was a good
one.  I knew from experience that the load he was shooting into Bem would
be huge, a creamy volley fired with each trumpeting cry.

I was immediately jealous of Bem's ass.  Not only had Shawn fucked it, but
he'd filled it with the savory cream I loved.  Shawn's first load was
always the thickest, the richest.  Recently, I'd started trying to get him
to shoot it either directly into my mouth, or somewhere across my body
where I could scoop it up and feed it to myself.  It was even better when
he shot it on his own body.  Then I got to lick it off him.  I lamented the
loss of the treat, blasted uselessly inside Bem.  My lament led me to
another nasty, lust-fueled idea that flashed in my brain.  I shoved the
thought aside.  `They'll think I'm weird if I ask to rim Shawn's load from
Bem's ass.' I thought with a mental shake of my head.

Shawn finished his showy orgasm and clung to Bem to stay on his feet.  His
legs were threatening to buckle and drop him, gasping, onto the floor.  I
supported them both while Shawn recovered.  Bem caught his breath first and
nuzzled into my chest, leaning his body against mine for extra stability as
Shawn's weight threatened to pull him away from me.  Shawn's breathing
steadied and he made a move to pull out. "NO!" Bem objected.  Shawn paused
at the unexpected shout.

"Slowly," Bem demanded, "I don't want to lose your load."

"Why?" Shawn gasped.

Bem didn't bother to look at Shawn when he answered. "You worked so hard to
put it where it is, seems a shame to let it leak out."

Shawn did as he was told, extracting himself slowly so Bem had time to
clamp down to keep the load where Shawn put it.  Bem did well.  Despite the
pounding his hole took, he didn't spill a drop as Shawn's still-hard member
slipped out of him.

Shawn stepped back and looked for something to lean against so he could
finish recovering from his exertion.  I made a hip-high half-wall for him
to rest on.  He slid one of his perfect thighs onto it, like he was sitting
on a split rail fence.  I savored his weight and the soft firmness of his
leg muscle through my magic.  Bem finished breathing hard and looked up at
me. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked.

"I did."

"Is there anything you want to do to me while I'm up here?"

There was something I wanted but had a momentary qualm about asking for it.
It wasn't quite as weird as asking to suck Shawn's load from Bem's ass, but
it was weird enough for me to worry about.  I wondered why I should worry
though.  When I considered the sum total of what had just taken place
between the three of us, the thing I wanted from Bem seemed comparatively
tame.  I decided to be as shameless as I knew Bem would be if he wanted
something. "Lace your fingers behind your head." I told Bem.

Bem's expression told me he didn't understand...then he did.  He smirked a
leering smirk and did as I asked, exposing his hairy pits to me.  Musk
radiated from him.  It leapt to my nose and filled the attention of my
sense of smell.  I buried my face in Bem's left pit and nuzzled into it.  I
breathed him in and darted my tongue to play in the thick nest of lightly
colored hair.

Shawn slid off my split rail fence and came to stand near me.  Bem spoke to
Shawn while I played in Bem's pit.  "I LOVE that he wants me, all of me,
even my taste and my smell.  It turns me on when he does this stuff."

"He does the same thing to me," Shawn admitted, "more and more as he gets
surer of himself, more comfortable with me, I guess."

"Have you ever..." Bem didn't finish his question.

"Not really...not like he does."

"I got another pit right here." Bem offered himself to Shawn in a voice
that said he really hoped Shawn would partake.

I felt Shawn hesitate.  He was unsure, nervous I suppose about what
sniffing Bem's pit would say about him.

"Go on." Bem wheedled.

Shawn gave in and pressed his face into Bem's pit.  I turned my head just
enough to see Shawn out of one eye.  Shawn's enthusiasm for Bem's musk
matched mine, visibly at least.  He sniffed and licked at Bem's pit like he
loved it.  I could tell through our link that he wasn't as enamored with
the experience as I was, but that he enjoyed it more than he thought he
would.  Bem enjoyed himself as well.

Shawn and I played in Bem's pits, covering our faces with his musk, until
Bem surprised me by lowering his arm, forcing me from under it.  I leaned
back to look in his face, to see what happened.  Bem's other arm was still
up, and Shawn was still playing under it.  Bem stroked my cheek with his
fingers, traced them down under my chin, and lightly tugged at my jaw.
"I'm proud of you, Big Guy." He praised me in a voice that was soft and
serious and full of affection. "I'm proud of you for asking for what you
want...for owning your desires without letting them embarrass you.  That's
what this time is for."

Bem pulled my face to his and licked his way into my mouth.  We kissed with
our eyes open.  He stared into me like Shawn does, penetrating my soul with
his cobalt blue eyes.  Bem enjoyed me, and he enjoyed that I enjoyed him.
He connected with me in that intimate moment.  Bem and I kissed until
Shawn's face appeared in our peripheral vision.  Shawn pushed his face into
our kiss, tasting both our mouths in turn, then both of us at the same time
in a sloppy, face licking, triple kiss.

We broke apart and caught our breaths.  As we calmed, Bem decided he'd
clung to me long enough and asked to be let down.  I set him on his feet
and he stepped back.  He grinned at me and pointed. "Look at your belly,
Big Guy.  You're covered in my juice."

I ran my palm through the shiny slickness and was raising my hand to my
mouth to lick it off when Shawn grabbed my arm.  He got his mouth to my
hand before I could get my hand to my mouth.  He licked Bem's precum from
my palm.  I lowered my face to his and joined him in slurping Bem's
essence.  "So hot." Bem whispered while he watched us.

"What else, Big Guy?" Bem asked me when Shawn and I finished with our
treat. "I just got to do something that I've never done before because of
that big, strong body of yours.  Is there anything else you want?  Name it
and it's yours."

Shawn moved between me and Bem and pressed his body against mine.  His
emotions seemed strange.  He felt worried about something.  I wondered what
it could be. "Bem," Shawn asked without looking at our friend, "do you
think me and Church could have a minute, please?"

"Oh sure." Bem answered without any sign that the request bothered him in
the least. "I have to pee anyway.  Except," Bem pushed his erection down
with his thumb and released it.  It sprung up and slapped against his
taught belly with a wet plop.  Bem's cockhead left a streak of precum on
his stomach that pointed at his navel. "I don't know how I'm going to get
anything out of this thing."

Shawn reached his hand toward Bem. "I can make it go down with a touch if
you want."

"Don't you dare!" Bem blurted and fled to the bathroom, banging the door
shut as he went.

Shawn and I were alone.  I had the impulse to chuckle at Bem's panicked
departure, but the worry I felt from Shawn killed any humor the moment
might have had.  Shawn ran a soft hand over my face and pushed my hair back
behind my ear.  "What's up?" I asked when he didn't say anything right
away.  I was tempted to lose myself in the beautiful frozen blue of his
eyes, but I suspected from the way he felt that we needed to talk about
something.

Shawn moved his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me down to kiss his
mouth.  It was a quick kiss, but full of affection...and tongue.  "What's
wrong?" Shawn asked when he broke the kiss.  The question confused me.  I
didn't think there was anything wrong.  Shawn felt my confusion and
clarified without my having to voice it. "You were jealous before, when I
was topping Bem.  Should we not have done this?  Do you not want to share
me?  We can stop if there's a problem."

I didn't know what Shawn was talking about.  I'd expected to be jealous
during our first romp with Bem, but when that didn't happen, I took it for
granted that I'd never be jealous of Bem.  I'd enjoyed watching Shawn fuck
Bem.  It turned me on.  Jealousy didn't enter into it.  I tried to assure
Shawn that he was wrong. "I don't know what you're talking about." I
explained. "I'm happy having Bem here."

Shawn shook his head at me. "I know what I felt.  I didn't notice it before
because I was having sex with Bem, but right when I finished, I felt it,
this jealousy."

The dim bulb that lives in my head lit with understanding and I flushed
red.  The jealousy I'd felt wasn't directed at Bem, not all of him anyway.
I wanted to try to explain, but Shawn was still talking, saying that he
didn't want to do anything that would bother me.  I wanted him to stop
talking.  I wanted to explain myself to him, but I was worried about what
he'd think of me.  I needed to explain but couldn't think of the right way
to start.

I had a flash of inspiration and lunged at Shawn.  I reached behind him,
gripped his thighs like I'd done with Bem, and hauled him up against me by
his legs.  I used my telekinesis to shove his upper body against mine and
keep him from losing his balance when I dragged him off his feet.  Shawn
was flustered for only a second until he realized what I was doing, then he
tightened his legs around my middle and rested his hands on my shoulders.

Shawn came to rest against me and paused to assess his new position. "Bem
was right," Shawn observed, "it's nice up here.  I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"No."

"You're not straining."

"No."

"I'm glad." Shawn said and kissed the end of my nose.

"I love you." I said and left the statement hang in the air.

"I love you to." Shawn replied when I didn't say anything else.

"I wasn't jealous of Bem." I explained into Shawn's face. "I was jealous of
Bem's ass."

"Because I fucked him?" Shawn asked, still confused and worried.  The swear
from him was situational.  Shawn would swear when we had sex, but rarely
any other time.

The flush in my face deepened, I could feel the heat pouring from my face
as my embarrassment at what I was about to admit increased. "No...I
mean...sort of.  I was jealous of Bem's ass because you shot inside him.  I
wanted that load for myself."

Shawn grinned at me and gave me another quick peck on the end of my
nose. "Silly ass.  You can have the next one."

"I wanted that one." I whined as petulantly as I could. "The first one is
always the best one and now Bem has it and I don't."  If I wasn't holding
Shawn, I would have crossed my arms and pouted to complete the childish
display.

Shawn lowered his gaze and raised his eyes to mine without raising his
head.  It was the up-from-under look that I loved.  "If you want that load
so badly, you can have it.  You just have to get it from Bem."

I stared at Shawn.  I couldn't believe what he was saying.  I lowered my
voice and whispered a concern about what I thought he'd suggested. "You
mean...do you mean...uh...that I could...you know...isn't that weird?"

"No.  Not everyone will...uh...you know, but it's not unusual.  I've done
it." Shawn didn't give the act a name.  He seemed to be following my
awkward lead on how to speak about the subject.

"You have?"

"Yes, I have.  In fact," Shawn leaned closer to me like he was telling me a
secret, "I think it would be very erotic to watch you eat me out of Bem."

"Really?" I breathed.  My cock throbbed and my excitement grew as Shawn not
only gave me permission to do exactly what I wanted, but he admitted that
he would get off on watching me do it.

"Oh yes, and maybe, while you do it," Shawn paused and I felt his
smoldering lust flare up as his sexual creativity made plans for us both,
"I think Bem should be on the bed, with his butt up, and you can lay on
your stomach so you can eat him.  Maybe, while you do that, I'll lay on
your back.  You know how much I love your back.  I could touch you and
whisper things in your ear."

"Dirty things?" I asked.

"Oh yes, filthy things."

"Filthy things." I repeated and felt my cock throb again. "What else would
you do?"

Shawn grinned at me.  This grin was different than his usual soft smile.
This one was suggestive.  A Cheshire Cat smile of sex.  "Maybe...just
maybe, I'll top you very slowly.  Would you like that?"  I shivered with
erotic energy.  I was getting to the point where just his plans for how he
was going to fuck me were getting me close to shooting.  "GOD YES!" I
shouted at him.

Bem picked that moment to make his entry from the bathroom. "Finally!" He
exclaimed as he crossed the room, drying his hands on a small towel which
he hung on his erection when he finished. "That was like trying to...I
don't know, something really difficult."

"Piss with an erection." I suggested.

Bem tilted his head at me and smirked at my teasing. "Yeah, Big Guy,
exactly.  I wonder why I didn't think to phrase it like that."

Shawn chuckled at my silly joke, but he didn't allow my humor to distract
him.  He knew I was embarrassed and decided to tell Bem what I wanted in an
effort to save me. "Bem, Church was nervous about asking you for something.
He was worried you'd think he was weird."

Bem shook his head. "Big Guy!  Nothing wrong with weird, besides, it
probably isn't even that weird.  I bet you want something normal.  You
probably just want to rim Shawn's load out of my ass."

"I told you." Shawn insisted.

I was dumbfounded.  "How did you...?"

"Wait...I guessed it?" Bem clapped his hands and hopped on his feet,
dislodging the towel from his cock as he celebrated that he'd hit on the
weird thing I wanted, that apparently wasn't weird at all.  He pirouetted
on his toes, shoved his ass out at me, and pulled his cheeks open to show
me his hairy hole. "All yours, Big Guy!"

I dropped my head and rested it on Shawn's shoulder. "I thought...never
mind what I thought."

Shawn lifted my head with his hands and made me look in his face.  "Never
be embarrassed when we're playing.  If you want something, ask for it.
Even if I say no, I won't judge you.  There's no judgement here.  This is
supposed to be completely open and fun.  Sex is about stripping
away...everything.  Be naked with me, Church.  Expose yourself to me.  Love
me the way you want to and let me love you the way I want to."

"And," Bem added, "let me fuck you both the way I want to!"

I chuckled at Bem's antics and nuzzled into Shawn.  "I love you.  Do you
know that?"

"I know.  I love you to."

"I...I-I-I-I wooooooooowww..." I'd been trying to express some sentiment to
Shawn when a hot mouth closed around my dick.  The tongue inside the hot
mouth was doing amazing things to me.  I shivered and shook with pleasure
as Bem sucked me.

He pulled off my dick with a slurp and leaned around Shawn to catch my eye.
He made a big show of running his tongue over his lips and smacking them
together.  I'd enjoyed his brief blow job, but wanted to tell him that what
he'd done wasn't safe. "You shouldn't do that," I scolded, "I could have
dropped Shawn."

Bem grinned, and I knew he was about to say something wise-assed.  I could
tell by the look of mischief on his face.  Shawn also had something to say,
but Bem beat him to it.  Bem raised his hands to his cheeks and squeezed
his expression like he was shocked.  "OH NO!" He mocked. "You might have
dropped Shawn and he could have landed on me." Bem took his hands from his
cheeks and flattened his palms on Shawn's ass, pulling it open. "This thing
might have landed right on my face!" Bem buried his face in Shawn's ass and
gave him a rim job that was just as brief as the blow job he'd given me.
He pulled his face out of Shawn and grinned at me again.

Shawn paused to recover from the short but intense pleasure Bem had given
him.  "He is good at that." Shawn breathed before he said what he'd wanted
to say before Bem interrupted. "I don't think you could have dropped me.
Let go of my legs." He instructed.

Bem stood up and took a step back, seemingly uncertain as to what was going
to happen.  I readied my magic to catch Shawn if he fell and released my
grip on his thighs.  He didn't move at all.  Shawn's legs, that were locked
around me, immediately above my waist were holding him on my body all by
themselves.  Shawn raised his hands above his head and leaned his upper
body away from me to prove he wasn't using his arms.  I had to lean away
from him to counterbalance his weight.  I ran my hands over his thighs to
feel the muscles corded under the smooth skin.

I started to say something but Bem was faster again. "Fuck that's so
fucking hot." He hissed.

"What he said." I agreed because the lust I was feeling had shorted out my
ability to speak. "I didn't think it was possible for me to...I didn't
think...legs...so fucking hot!  How long do you think...?"

"I think I can stay here a long time."

"Perfect!" Bem exclaimed and darted under Shawn.  He suctioned onto my cock
again and sucked hard.  "Bem!" I tried to object, but I couldn't.  Between
the eroticism of Shawn's legs and Bem's mouth, it took all my focus to keep
from flopping to the floor.

Shawn leaned in to make it easier for me to balance and cradled my head in
his hands.  "Can you stay on your feet?" He asked.

I nodded because that's all I could do.  If I tried to speak, I would have
shouted with the intensity of what Bem's mouth was doing to me.

"Kiss me." Shawn instructed, and I did.

I kissed Shawn and touched his legs while Bem blew me to completion.  After
I shot in Bem's mouth, Bem went back to rimming Shawn.  I put my hands
under Shawn's thighs as a safety, in case he needed help staying locked to
my body, but the intensity of Bem's rim job seemed to tighten Shawn's grip
on me.

Holding Shawn like that, through Bem's oral work on both me and Shawn, was
wildly erotic.  After Bem finished with both of us, and we kissed some
more, the three of us moved to the bed where I got the `weird thing' that I
wanted and Shawn fulfilled his promise of fucking me while he laid on my
back and whispered his version of dirty talk into my ear.  None of it was
filthy, but it was pretty dirty by Shawn's standards.  The whole experience
thoroughly blew my mind.

After that, the session continued, devolving into more fucking, sucking,
smelling, tasting, and rutting.  As the romp continued, Bem remembered the
lube packets and added them to the evolving scents and flavors of our fun,
treating us to a fruit salad of sex.

The three of us, my boyfriend and my best friend and me, had sex well into
the afternoon.  It was incredible. `My boyfriend,' I thought, `my perfect
boyfriend and my best friend.  In this moment, here with them, I'm happy.'
My mind celebrated the joy of that realization as my body reveled in the
pleasure.

When we finished, we took a very long, playful shower and talked like
people completely comfortable with each other.  We spoke without pretense
or fear of judgement.  We spoke of life and love and all the wonderful
things the world has to offer.  We'd had sex, but we'd also done something
more.  We'd pleasured each other, pleased each other, made each other
happy.  We'd made each other happy and affirmed everything that was
possible as long as we were alive and together.  My boyfriend, and my best
friend, and me; a team within a team.  THE team within the team.  I felt
unconquerable, exalted, practically immortal.  I felt like we'd already
won.

* * * *

Cy laughed at us when we joined the rest of the team in the hotel
restaurant at six.  "You must be damn good, Bem, to be the third wheel on a
honeymoon."

"I've never had any complaints."  Bem said, his tone full of condescension
as he selected a chair at the long table.

"Church," Cy asked through a face-stretching grin, "is he as good as he
pretends to be?"

I made everyone wait while I carefully considered my answer, or at least
pretended to.  I sat down next to Bem and looked him over.  "He doesn't
suck." I announced.

"DO TO!"  Bem punched my arm in an immediate reaction.

I flushed as the table erupted with laughter.  I tried not to let the
comments embarrass me.  I tried to laugh with everyone, but the red didn't
go away.  "I cannot tell a lie," I admitted, "he does and very well.  If he
ever wants a career change, he has a marketable skill."

Cy laughed some more.  "Almost makes me wish I liked guys."

Bem growled low in his throat.  "Anytime, anywhere...I'd love to map those
muscles."

Cy flexed and put on a little show.  "I don't know, you think you can
handle all this?"

"Yeah," I chimed in, "and besides, I'm the carto-guy.  If anyone's gonna
map those muscles, it should be me."

"That's fine, Church."  Bem leered.  "I'll do the exploring and you take
notes."

"I give up."  I raised my hands in surrender.  "I know when I'm
outclassed."

The table laughed again.

* * * *

We had a fun dinner, and no one mentioned the mission.  We were just a
group of friends and co-workers out for a meal, nothing more; that is until
the driver arrived before we were through.  He sat at the bar to his own
meal.  After our dinner, all of us went out to check over the load he'd
delivered.

The driver had parked in a narrow alley between the back of the hotel and
another building.  It was dark enough that I didn't worry too much about
curiosity seekers.  Our cover story also gave us a good excuse for the
presence of strange vehicles or other equipment.  As we were miners and
scientists, it would be natural for us to have stuff no laymen had seen
before.

I unhitched the car from the transport and rolled the tarps off it.  I
checked the fluids under the hood and generally made sure the car was ready
for a long trip, then got to work on the driveshaft with Shawn holding a
light for me.  It wasn't until I'd gotten him on the ground and under the
car with me that I remembered I could have easily held the light with my
telekinesis.  `Hell with it,' I thought, `I like having him with me, no
matter what we're doing.'

I finished with the driveshaft and climbed out from under the car so Neb
and Bem could load the trunk while the Dux brothers secured the weapons to
the hood.  When everyone else was done, I floated the fuel containers onto
the roof rack and the ration crates onto the trunk lid.

Once Neb checked and rechecked that we had everything, I rolled the tarps
back over the car and strapped them down.  I leaned on the fender with my
arms crossed.  "Alright, what time tomorrow?"  I knew Neb had already
thought about this, so I directed the question at her.

"I want to be in the car and ready to go no later than four in the morning.
I don't like leaving in the dark, but I don't want the locals to see the
car and we've got four hundred miles to travel.  Even if we achieve forty
miles an hour, that's ten hours of drive time.  It's your car, Church,
you've seen the terrain, how fast do you think you can go?"

"Might get to fifty," I reasoned aloud, "if it's flat enough, but not
knowing for sure and with the weight the old girl is carrying, thirty-five
to forty is safe."

"Four in the morning it is."  Neb confirmed and checked the time piece from
her shirt pocket.  "It's almost eight.  I think we turn in and get as much
sleep as we can.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

We said our good nights and drifted away from the group.  Bem tried to come
with Shawn and me, but we asked him if he minded leaving us to have the
night to ourselves.  He was very dramatic about being `rejected,' but he
seemed to understand our need for privacy.

Shawn and I went to our room and locked ourselves in.  I sat on the remade
bed and Shawn went into the bathroom.  The fact that the bed was remade,
the room aired, and everything was as fresh as when we'd checked in, was
thanks to Bem.  When we went down for dinner, he'd had the presence of mind
to ask the fawning clerk to have the room serviced.

The clerk was `on-ly to-oo ha-appy to o-blige.'  It seemed that when he was
flustered, his words grew even more syllables.  Bem had been luridly
specific about what had occurred in the bed that necessitated fresh linens
and his description had given the clerk a case of `the vapors' or something
similar.

Shawn brushed his teeth in the bathroom while I pulled my boots off from my
spot on the bed.  I tossed the boots into the corner where they landed with
a thud.  I shed my shirt and tossed my pants to hang over the back of a
chair.  Shawn came out of the bathroom, undressed carefully, and neatly
sorted his discarded clothing.  He separated his garments by what needed to
be washed and what could be worn again, with the latter folded and placed
on the seat of the same chair that my pants dangled haphazardly from.

He and I met under the covers and nestled into each other.  Shawn's
emotions seemed neutral, like he wasn't feeling much of anything.  "You
OK?" I asked.

"I think so.  I'm not scared.  I'm not saying I won't be, but I'm not now.
I think it's because we're here."

"What do you mean?"

"The unknown is scary.  The whole time we were working to get here, we
didn't know what it would look like or how it would feel.  Now we're here
and the plan is set and there's work to do.  Tomorrow, we get up and drive
to the mountain, the next day...we do whatever we have to, then we come
back."  "Simple." I said.

"Simple."  He agreed.  "Do you want me to put you to sleep?"

"Will you be able to sleep?"

"I think so."

"You'd better do it, then.  I think I could probably sleep, but if I can't
I'll start thinking and I'll either make myself a nervous wreck, or I'll go
downstairs and drink a bottle of whiskey.  Neither of which is a good
idea."

Shawn kissed me gently, tenderly, lovingly, and wrapped his hand around my
forehead.  "Goodnight, Church."

"Goodnight, Shawn...I...uh...fuck...I love you."

"I love you to."  He said and kissed me again.  My head felt warm, and I
was out.