by Caldon Mull
“Morning.” I beckoned him over. “Get you a cup of joe?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Michel smiled as he strolled over.
“Done.” I turned over the enamel cup next to the pot and poured, black and sweet if I remembered.
“Listen,” he sipped at the brew “I really don’t want to barge in and spoil things between you two.”
“Hey, there isn’t an ‘us’ yet.” I threw the grounds over the rail. “I don’t know how much of a hang-up he has about that poster, but I figured that if there is going to be an ‘us’, all of the other stuff should be cleared away.”
“Ok, sounds right.” Michel pushed his shades up, grey eyes meeting mine. “You sure?”
“No.” I sighed “But… but if I’m right, all of us are going to get laid good and proper.”
“Sounds good.” Michel grinned suddenly “It’s been awhile.”
“Only if you’re up to it.” I laughed.
We walked down the lane and towards the park quietly. We had spent so much time together, but I still couldn’t figure him out. That said, I knew so little of Kyle, and I couldn’t figure him out either.
“Stop thinking.” Michel said suddenly. “What?” I said startled.
“I said: Stop thinking!” Michel kept his stride even “I can hear the gears in your head. Let’s play it by ear.”
I was still thinking about answering him when Kyle bounced around the Park Gates. He was wearing shorts and a tea-shirt, but had kept boots on. His blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight.
“Hi.” He beamed.
“Hey, Kyle.” I greeted him.
“Hey, kid.” Michel grinned “Where we swimming?”
“It’s a bit of a walk, you ready?”
“As ever.” Michel’s grin lingered.
“C’mon, I’ll lock the gate behind us.” Kyle beckoned. “Only staff allowed on Saturdays.”
“I guess we’re staff then.” Suddenly, I felt good about today, stop thinking and just enjoy.
Kyle led us past the Ranger bunker, following the stream that ran along the bottom of my yard. The path was not as well tended as the normal park walk, so I guessed it wasn’t in use as much. Michel and Kyle chatted as we walked, they both shared a lot in common for outdoors stuff. I hung back, more to give them a chance to hit it off, but also to watch their bodies move as they hiked. About three miles into the park, I was hot and sweaty, and as horny as hell.
We stopped on a small bluff, and Kyle turned while I caught up. “Just around here.” He pointed, panting. “I really think you’ll like it.”
“I can’t wait.” Michel puffed “That’s quite some climb.”
“That’s the scenic route” Kyle laughed, “The way back is a lot less steep.”
“Stinker.” I laughed.
We turned and moved past the bluff. The sight was amazing. The stream had cut back against some rock, and a small waterfall fell into a pool of clear water. The smooth rocks that normally littered the riverbanks were all pushed into a natural dam extending from where we were standing to a sheer rock wall. On our side, the bluff curved away, exposing a sandy beach with a small, grassy meadow. All around the top of this pocket of rock, the forest trees buttress roots ran down the rock walls.
“Wow!” Michel gasped. “This is perfect.”
“A real adventure trail, huh?” Kyle grinned.
“You did good kid.” Michel whooped. “Last one in is a geek.”
I ran, stripping off and splashed into the pool. The water was crystal clear, and not deeper than about seven feet. We splashed around like kids for about an hour, Kyle having to get out and take off his boots. He had beaten both of us to the pool because he had kept them on, while we had stripped as we ran.
Winded and slightly chilled, we flopped onto the beach where he had gathered all of our stuff and was busy stripping.
“Damn! Three months ago and I would never have left here.” Michel muttered “Pity, Fall is nearly over.”
We lay on the beach and dried off, quietly enjoying the hot sun against our skin. Kyle was a little way off to the side near my tog bag. He seemed a little uncomfortable.
“Kyle, pass me the sun-block, please.” I thought to get him over to where we were sunning. I sat up. Michel was lying on his belly.
“Sure, Andy.”
“Do you mind rubbing us down?” I asked lazily.
“Sure.” Kyle sounded nervous. Michel grinned against his forearms.
Kyle came over and I presented a shoulder, he started smoothing the lotion against my skin.
“I never seen one of those before, like that.” He whispered over my shoulder, his hand sliding over my chest, palm pressing against my hard nipple. I knew he was talking about my uncut meat.
“Michel has one too.” I muttered “Show him buddy.”
Michel rolled onto his back slowly, resting on an elbow. His thick, stubby dick was covered, a circle of purple head around the eye glaring against his olive coloured skin.
“Both of you?” Kyle gasped. His hand had stopped moving on my chest.
“Yeah.” Michel moaned and stretched. “You gonna do me as well?”
“Sure, if you want.” Kyle whispered.
“No hurry.” Michel rested on his elbows, cock pointing at us. “Take your time with Andy.” Kyle resumed spreading the lotion. His breathing deepened. Michel watched us. “Make sure you get it everywhere.” I murmured, kneeling. I rested back on my elbows.
The kid had good hands, I leant my head back and let him stroke my throat and touch my chest and abs. I spread my knees and let him get a good feel of my smooth sack and fleshy dick. It twitched as he touched it, and folded the skin back and ran his fingers under the cap.
“This feels so good…” Kyle muttered, moving from behind me, he knelt between our bodies. Michel copied my position, our knees touching on the warm gravelly sand. Kyle’s left hand reached out to touch Michel’s cock. Kyle touched and stroked our meat, thumb pushing past the tight skin to rub the slick head below. His pale hard-on jutted out of his golden bush, throbbing. I could feel the tightening in my lower gut tingle, then my cock bucked in his hand as the skin started to slide back and taut. Soon I was sporting a smooth, slick hard-on.
“Jesus,” Kyle gasped fascinated.
Michel’s dick took the lead from mine. His fat purple helmet slid out from beneath Kyle’s thumb, skin bunching behind the flared cobra rim. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. Pre- cum started leaking from it as soon as the thick smooth skin had pulled back completely.
“I run out of skin, but he has some to spare.” I muttered huskily.
Kyle had a neat, cut pale-pink hard-on. Six and a bit really fine inches of scimitar-shaped boy- meat. I could see it fitting into our games nicely.
“Taste them.” Michel ordered hoarsely.
Kyle obeyed instantly, mouth sliding over the thick, slimy dark head. Michel moaned and leaned back, his grey eyes losing focus as Kyle’s sweet mouth stretched over his fat cock. Fifteen, twenty strokes later, Michel was dripping with sweat. I leaned forward and gripped one of his dark nipples in my right hand, rolled it around. Kyle’s right hand slid down my shaft and squeezed the base of my dick.
Kyle brought his head up off Michel’s mare-killer trailing sticky spit, moved it to mine. His mouth closed over the head, his tongue sliding down the base of my boner. My cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged.
“Easy, easy” I murmured, smoothing his soft hair with my right hand.
“Baby, do me first.” Michel moaned like a bitch in heat. “It’s been too long.”
I gently pushed back Kyle’s head. “C’mon. This’ll be fun.” Michel knelt. Kyle was flushed, his chest heaving. I moved behind Michel, gripped one of his thick shoulders.
“Sit on his lap.” I instructed.
Michel gripped the back of Kyle’s knees, spread them and pressed them to his smooth chest. I licked the back of his neck, sucked the flesh behind his collarbone. I slid my hand down to his
sweaty crack, kneaded the flesh there. I fingered his manhole. Michel groaned. I pressed my cock against his ass and changed my grip to his hipbones. Pushed. I felt his wet flesh grip my cock, slide in to the rim. Rivulets of sweat ran down his deep back, I slid my chest against it, pushing my nipples against his shoulder blades, hard.
Michel had balanced Kyle on his knees, spread-eagle. He pushed his hips around until Kyle’s ass was stretched over his cock, then slowly down.
“Oh, God.” Kyle shouted “Fuck me, please!” he whimpered and groaned as Michel’s cock packed into his tight ass. I knew what that felt like, I grinned. I could feel Michel’s ass twitch around my cock.
I waited until he had stopped moving and Kyle was well and truly impaled. I tightened my grip on his hips and pushed until his hard ass was pressed up against my abs.
“Jesus, Jesus…” Michel moaned. I could feel his heat pulse up my shaft with each heartbeat. He started to undulate his hips, forward to Kyle’s wet hotness, back to my hard meat. Small movements, his body trembled. I pinned his hips with my right arm, looped my left elbow against his throat, squeezed with my bicep.
“Trust me.” I whispered into his ear. He leant his head back, throat pulsing into my hard muscle. I squeezed again, pressing my hard nipples against his writhing back. His body twitched and shuddered as he gripped Kyle’s writhing body to him and I pressed and squeezed gently. Just when I thought he would pass out, I released my chokehold and he gasped and wheezed, bucked like a wild pony. I moved my right hand down to where he and Kyle were joined, gripped the base of his cock. I squeezed again with my left arm slowly, crammed into him as deep as I could. His body shuddered and jerked against me, I could feel his cock pulsing against my fingers, his ass knotting around my hard cock. I waited a minute and then let go, the breath poured into his lungs.
“God, god, god…” He moaned as he came into Kyle. I kissed his neck, sliding my tongue down his thudding pulse. He went limp, sobbing.
I pulled out and helped Kyle off his lap. Michel’s’ knees were trembling, cock slick with creamy jism. I stretched him out, and put Kyle on his chest, facing him. I spread the kid’s cheeks, pressed my mouth against his puffy ass, tasted Michel’s cream.
Kyle groaned and writhed as my tongue flicked in and out his ass, Michel’s semi- boner poked into my throat. I could smell their musk. It was driving me crazy. Kyle and Michel were licking each other’s mouths, I pressed my dick against Kyle’s’ manhole.
“Do me Andy! Please God, I can’t take it anymore!” Kyle begged.
I slipped into his lubed, stretched hole, gripped his hips with my hands and spread his butt-cheeks further apart with my thumbs. I balanced on my knees and started to ram him like a piston. He moaned with each thrust, and I could feel the juice rising through my cock.
I slammed home again and again, until he started to squeal and I could feel him come all over Michel. I pulled him hard against me and started to shudder as I pumped into him, gripping his slick pumping cock and rubbing it against Michel’s six-pack belly. Kyle’s ass sucked at my bone, draining it.
It was quiet, apart from the three of us breathing hoarsely. The sun beat down on our skins as we moved slowly, small sticky sounds accompanied each movement. Wearily, we untangled ourselves and lay on our backs on the beach.
“This was better than I ever thought it would be.” Kyle finally grinned, propping himself up on an elbow.
Michel smiled, ran a hand over his face. “You did good, kid.”
“I’ll say.” I panted. “This should put to rest the thought we weren’t real.” Kyle giggled “I am going to have some real trouble walking.”
“Oh man…” Michel moaned, grabbing at his cock again “I’m still horny. You guys wanna help out? Gotta hole to plug here.”
“Kyle got some catching up to do.” I moved over a tog bag, let Michel rest his head on it. His round ass writhed under my hand, slimy from my cream.
I positioned myself under Michel’s raised hips, licked his balls. Kyle’s knees fitted into my pits. I ran my tongue over the spongy underside of his dick as he moved it closer to Michel’s hole. His legs trembled. Kyle slid in easily, his balls slammed against Michel’s. I grabbed them both and squeezed them together.
They moaned in unison. Slowly I tugged Kyle’s away, craned my neck and lapped at the rim of Michel’s ass, just where Kyle’s cock had plugged it. It tasted amazing, salty, sweet, me, Kyle and Michel, all mingled. My tongue rooted around, the thin stretched skin of Michel’s hole changing to the velvet smoothness of Kyle’s helmet. I flicked my tongue against the knobs on the underside of his head, where they pulsed against Michel’s ass, then probed into the same place with the tip of my tongue.
Michel made I sound I never heard him make before, half squeal, half moan. Kyle roared and gasped, hips bucking. I tugged him by the balls back deep into Michel again, watching their skin fold into each other. My senses spun from the musk of the two swirling around the closed space between their bodies and my face. I squeezed and kneaded their balls as their bodies undulated above me.
When their sacks were both tight and high against their bodies, I took my hands away and sucked at Michel’s dark bag. Kyle started thrusting, moaning with each stroke. I slid my hands up Michel’s hard butt-cheeks and could feel Kyle’s body slam into the back of them. I turned my left palm to stroke his groin as he fucked Michel, sliding my thumb and index finger to grip the root of his cock.
Michel bucked and moaned, I shifted my weight and craned my neck and ran both my lips against the underside of his throbbing cock. Opening my mouth, his blunt head dropped against my tongue. I rubbed the top of my tongue against the folds covering the smooth knobs on the underside of his fat hard-on.
Salty cum trickled into the back of my throat as I pressed. I looked up along the roof of his body. Hard muscles twitching and pressing, his thick nipples jutting out from his chest, his head hanging forward, fringe flying. His grey eyes locked on mine, pupils massive as he watched me milk his cock. I squeezed his balls, and pinched the hard stem of Kyle’s dick.
He moaned, a sliver of spit ran from his open mouth as his eyes stayed locked on mine. His gaze lost focus, and I felt a tremor course through his body, while Kyle pumped slowly and steadily at his ass. It felt like it took forever to build, my right hand rubbing and squeezing his buttock, tongue pressing his dick, his hard, tight sack pressing against my Adam’s apple.
“Oh…” his mouth formed the words as he gasped and panted “…my…”
If an earthquake could be put into a human body, Michel had one that day. The first I knew of it was hot gobs of his cream flood my mouth, spilling from my lips. His cock jerked and throbbed, trapped by the warm wetness of my lips. Kyle’s boy-meat had him speared up to the rim, and I could feel his hole knotting around Kyle’s boner and his butt trembling against the palm of my hand.
I had never felt so part of someone’s orgasm as I did that moment. I swallowed, gagged as another spurt filled my throat, sucked at his head. His eyes opened again and watched me drink his juice while his body trembled and shuddered for a couple of minutes.
Kyle’s cock was pumping between my fingers and he was moaning softly to himself. His hands gripped Michel’s hips and steadied him as he slowly went boneless and limp everywhere we weren’t plugged into him. I sucked until I felt I had swallowed every drop of juice he had, and then slowly moved out from under them.
“Wow!” Kyle moaned, dropping like a hot sack of sand “I’m wrung out.”
We stretched in the sun for another hour or so, swam quietly as if afraid to break the mood. Late afternoon, we lay cuddled on the beach, resting. Kyle was dozing, gold head resting on my chest, Michel’s dark head resting on my abs.
“Andy?” Michel said watching the water glint in the fading sun.
“Yeah?” I stroked his fringe away from his face, looked in his eyes.
“That was better than good.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“That fi
rst time with you and me, I thought that was boss.” Michel smiled. “I think the next time was great too.”
“Thing is,” Michel said quietly “I didn’t think I could feel like this.”
“How you mean?”
“First time, I thought it was great, lots of fun, just fun.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“When you took my cherry, I thought that was great, not fun anymore, but really great.”
“I thought so too, baby.” I grinned, remembering.
“I didn’t think…” Michel swallowed, finished “…that I could be a fag.”
“Oh.” I knew what he was trying to say, I had been thinking on it some as well “Well, I don’t think you’re a fag. I think you’re a good friend, and I think I love you. If you or I had a pussy, I’d still feel the same as I do now.”
Michel was quiet for a long time. Kyle dozed peacefully, the shadows lengthened. “Yeah.” Michel said “Me too.”
Kyle awoke and had one last surprise for us that day. We packed slowly, giggled a lot and headed out not the way we came, but over the bluff and along the stream for a half-mile. Then we veered north following a tributary in the stream and climbed a wooded hill, coming out at the bottom of my yard. I looked at my wooden fence with some amazement.
Kyle laughed and tossed the tog bags over, found a loose slat and squeezed between it. Michel and I had more trouble, but as the sun was setting, we were sitting on the porch sipping strong black coffee. We chatted and laughed like old friends until Michel glanced at the clock in the Living Room.
“Uh, guys, I gotta go.”
“Sure you don’t want to stay?” I prompted.
“No, sure.” Michel looked at us, grinned and winked at Kyle. “Hey, Thanks.”
As his pickup lights turned down the lane, I turned to Kyle and said “Want to work up an appetite for breakfast?”