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My intention with this thread is to post a series of stories centered on the "adventures" of me and three of my friends. They are inspired by real people in my life, and the stories will be very loosely based on actual situations we've been in. I'll just be...fleshing them out a bit. So, here's the first of what I hope to be many stories.

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This trip was years in the making. I and four of my friends were all 18 had finally graduated high school and as a reward to ourselves, we opted to take an unsupervised trip to Hawaii and bask in the sun and forget life for a few days.

But before I get to that, let me give you a rundown of me and the guys. As clichéd as it sounds, I’m just your run-of-the-mill kind of guy: about 6 feet tall, light brown hair and average build. Not a toned jock or anything, but in shape and happy. Chad is a wrestler and is the shortest of the group, standing at about 5’6”, but he’s built like a blonde Adonis and has a chest that would make your jaw drop. Toby is very similar to me. In fact, some say we could have been brothers, with is light brown hair and similar build. Bryan is a soccer player and has a well-toned body, abs you could do your laundry on and an amazing muscular ass.

Now, after years of living life, family issues, and the drama that comes along with high school, the four of us set out on what was to be one of the most interesting experiences of our lives; one we weren’t soon to forget. As with any long flight, our journey to Hawaii was uneventful to say the least. We kept ourselves busy with music and reading, as well as talking about our last year of high school and all our accomplishments, or in some cases…the lack of accomplishments. After over five hours of flying, we finally reached our destination, Honolulu and Waikiki Beach.

As we stepped off our plain, we were greeted by gorgeous local women offering up the traditional leis.

"Well, that didn't take long. Just five minutes on the island and I've already been leid!” You could always count on Toby to take the obvious joke and actually make it funny.

“Toby and I will head over to the rental counter and pick up our car. You and Bryan can stay here with our luggage,” Chad said before he and Toby walked away.

After several minutes, the two returned and the four of us piled into the compact car and headed to our hotel on Waikiki Beach. Being that we got to our hotel later in the afternoon, we quickly grabbed some food at a local restaurant and headed down to the beach, which was just a stone’s throw from our hotel. The beach was crowded, but the people were thinning out as they were all headed off to the take part in the night life of Waikiki. We all stripped down to our board shorts and took our first of many swims in the beautiful waters that Hawaii has to offer.

After some time, we began to get into our usual groove of having fun and making it awkward for anyone within a 50 radius of us.

Bryan, never one for tact, bellowed "Let's bury John in the sand and give him a ridiculously large pair of boobs!"

“That’s a grand idea Bryan!” Chad hollered back.

Before I knew it, I was on my back and the sand began piling on top of me. My three friends slowly but surely loaded the sand all over my body. Once they were done, Bryan, Toby and Chad stood back to admire their work.

“I’ve got another great idea,” said Bryan, as he slowly walked back towards me and my big sandy boobs.

In a matter of seconds, his board shorts were gone and he was on top of me, the coarse sand separating our bodies. He began to thrust against the pile of sand on my chest, his exposed ass on full display for anyone passing by to see. I couldn’t help but laugh and join in on the fun.

“Oh yeah, Bryan! Harder!” I screamed, much to the dismay of the dozens of people trying to enjoy their dinner at a beach-side café.

Needless to say, our little prank didn't last very long before we decided to move down the beach and have some more fun. As dusk began to settle, our carefree antics of splashing and fooling around came to a close. We took a peaceful dip in the warm water and marveled at the Hawaiian sunset.

We decided to head back to our hotel and get cleaned up and head to bed, as we were all dead tired from the flight, the time change and our time at the beach.

“I get first shower!” called out Chad as he grabbed his things and headed into the bathroom.

Toby, Bryan and I plopped down on the beds and clicked on the television. We began to talk about the many things we wanted to check out while in Hawaii.

Toby turned to me with excitement in his eyes. "Let's go snorkeling at Hanauma Bay!" he exclaimed.

I nodded eagerly. "Definitely, but let's make a stop at Pearl Harbor first," I suggested.

Bryan chimed in, "And we can't forget about hitting up the North Shore!" We all laughed, and Toby added with a sly grin, "I've heard the girls there are smoking hot. Just imagine hooking up with one of them."

As usual, the conversation among teenage boys inevitably turned to sex. We volleyed back and forth with sexual jokes and innuendos, each trying to outdo the other with our supposed exploits. Some were probably true, but most were just empty fantasies.

By this time, Chad had come out of the shower wearing just a t-shirt and some basketball shorts and Bryan had gone off to shower. The remainder of us sat on the beds and watched the hotel’s information channel on what to do while visiting, with the occasional comment from one of us. Eventually, Toby and I had taken our turns in the shower and the four of us, in our t-shirts and basketball shorts or lounging pants, sat back and watched the television, waiting for sleep to come; which it never did, despite us being so exhausted.

After some time, Toby, who was not shy about his love of porn, tossed out the idea of watching one of the flicks that the hotel had to offer and it didn’t take much convincing to get everyone to agree. Being that we had grown up together, we were not shy about being naked in front of each other, as our activities on the beach earlier that day suggest. Despite our close relationship, I don't think any of us had ever seen each other with an hard-on or watched pornography together. Living up to their reputation of not being shy at all, it didn’t take long for Bryan and Toby to drop their shorts and take the situation into their own hands, so to speak. Chad and I opted to keep things covered up, at least for the time being.

After a few minutes, Bryan breaks the silence (save for the moaning and slapping of the movie).

“Hey Toby. What are you working with over there?”

“What do you mean?”

"You look like you’ve got quite the tool there. Have you ever measured it?”

Chad and I, out of curiosity of course, had to take a look. As I mentioned, we’d all seen each other naked, but have never seen whether we were showers or growers. Toby…definitely a grower. Bryan, in all his not-shyness, had a big dick and he knew it. Therefore, he wasn’t afraid to let the animal out of the cage, as it were. I’m pretty certain we’d seen more parts of his body than his doctor had.

Toby answered with a bit of pride, "No, I've never actually measured it before. But the chicks seem to know it's big, and that's all that matters!"

Bryan couldn’t live with that answer and tossed out yet another grand idea.

“Well, I’ve measured mine. Come over here and we’ll put them together to see whose is bigger.”

After the slightest bit of hesitation, Toby walked over to where Bryan had stood up and the two teens stood dick-to-dick. Seeing my two friends together like set something off in my head. At the time, I had a curiosity about other guys. It was not something I had ever acted out upon, but I couldn’t deny that seeing a good looking male gave me a bit of a stir inside. And now that I was all horned up and two of my best friends were standing in front of me with impressive boners, I was more than curious.

“Hey John, what are you looking at there kiddo?” asked Chad, who had remained rather quiet during the exchange. Damn….busted.

“Why don’t you have John come over there and take a closer look, make sure things are fair,” Chad suggested.

“Awesome idea,” Toby said, with a sly grin. Trying not to appear too eager, I made my way over to the bed and took a seat beside them.

“How big are you Bryan?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I was asking out of my own curiosity or for the sake of the measurement.

“I’m just shy of 8 inches,” he said, with a hint of cockiness (sorry for the pun).

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like Toby is just a bit bigger. He’s probably right at 8 inches.”

“Damn! Well I bet mine tastes better!”

And with that, Bryan swung to the side and grabbed the back of my head. Before I could realize what had happened, I had the head of his cock in my mouth. A bit of backstory here. Out of all my friends, Bryan was the one that I most wanted to “be curious” with. His body and effortless good looks. Truly a stunning person.

Initially, I put up a bit of an act to resist the idea, but eventually, I began to pretend that I was giving in. I focused on hiding my true feelings because I felt like I was in paradise. Bryan slowly began to move his hips back and forth, every once in a while pushing in a bit further. Before long, I was able to take in most of his almost 8 inches.

While I was happily gobbling Bryan’s cock, Chad had come over and sat next to me and had pulled Toby over to him and the two of them began mimicking what Bryan and I had started. Bryan pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. His soft lips met mine and we kissed passionately for several minutes. He stood back up and I grabbed his pole once again. This time, I went after his balls, which were hanging low beneath his penis. I took them in one at a time and massaged them with my tongue, much to his delight, eventually turning my attention back to his hard dick.

“It’s your turn now,” he said softly and he knelt down between my legs.

He wasted little time in taking my hard 6.5 inches into his heavenly mouth. He quickly bobbed his head up and down and I couldn’t help but think he had done this before. But my attention was drawn elsewhere as Toby and Chad had stood up on the bed, one on each side of my face and began alternately feeding me their hard slabs of meat. Chad’s 6 inches easily slid into my mouth after having fed on Bryan’s dick. It was quickly replaced by Toby’s large member. In my mind, I felt like I had been sent somewhere close to heaven, with three of the most beautiful males I’d ever laid eyes on were taking part in my “curiosity.”

After going at it in that manner for some time, we began a rotation of sorts. I moved my attention to Chad. who was now kneeling next to me, while Toby’s mouth found its way around my manhood. Bryan wound up standing on the bed face-fucking Chad with happy vigor. The room was filled with moans and grunts of muted pleasure, only adding to the excitement of what was happening

“Trade me places, Chad. I want him to eat my hole.”

Upon hearing Bryan’s request, my heart skipped a beat. He quickly squatted down over me, revealing his pink hole to my eager mouth. I attacked it with glee and was pleased by the squirming and moaning of Bryan as he grinded back and forth. I had reached my breaking point and grabbed Toby by the back of the head and let loose a large load of jizz into the back of his throat. He groaned with pleasure. Shortly after, Chad began grunting and pulled out of Bryan’s mouth.

“Ugh! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” And the white goo flew all over Bryan’s chest, who wasted no time in lapping the remains of the man juice from Chad’s cock.

Toby, having been lost in my crotch for some time spoke up, “I need to put my dick in someone!”

Chad volunteered without hesitation and knelt down on the bed with his tight ass stuck up in the air. Toby buried his face in Chad’s ass, licking and slurping, lubing up the little pink button he was about to fuck. Bryan had slid down so we were once again face to face and began a furious kiss. We were grinding our hard cocks together, with our hands exploring each other, searching to find the pleasure spots. My fingers eventually found the hole that I had been tonguing just minutes before and I slowly slid a finger in. Bryan buckled with pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Yeah!” he bellowed.

I quickened the pace of the finger fucking, eventually adding a second digit to the party. Next to us, Chad was groaning with pain and pleasure as Toby was plowing his ass with his big dick. Chad’s hole was obviously providing some pleasure to Toby as he almost seemed to be smiling as he ground into Chad’s little bubble ass.

In between groans, Bryan whispered into my ear “I want to fuck you.” He lifted my legs up and he began to lick and tongue my hole. Once it was nice and wet, Bryan slowly pushed his prick against my hole, and bit by bit, he slowly slid into me. The pain was like nothing I had felt before, but it felt amazing. Once he had pushed his way in, he just left it there, letting my hole become accustomed to his throbbing stick. He slowly began to move back and forth, pumping into me with increasing speed. I reached back and grabbed his muscular ass, pulling him closer to me. His huge balls slapped my ass with every thrust.

After a time, we switched things up again. Toby lay down on his back. I threw his legs over my shoulders and slid my hard and ready cock into his hole. He jumped with surprise, but soon relaxed and took the fucking in strides. Chad cozied up behind me and began to hammer my ass, creating a trio of sweat and skin slapping. Bryan in the meantime, crawled over Toby, which put the two of them into the “69” position. The butt humping quickened its pace and the four of us became one mass of sweat and sex. Chad was like a jack rabbit in my ass, going fast and furious. I, in turn, struggled to keep a pace while fucking Toby, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was having plenty of fun blowing Bryan.

I could tell that we are all getting close to exploding, as the moans became more and more intense. Before anyone could lay claim to the idea, I blurted out “I want you all to come on me.”

So we re-positioned to make this happen. I lay down on my back, while my friends circled around me on their knees. The four of us grabbed our cocks and began to finish ourselves off. Toby and his large tool were first to blow.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

He leaned forward and aimed at my mouth, launching a thick wad of cum that landed on my chin. I grabbed his dick and sucked on it to get whatever fluid was left. Chad opted to straddle my chest and as soon as he did so, I slid two fingers into his hole to massage his sweet spot.

“Oh my hell, dude. Yeah!”

With one hand, he was beating his meat quickly. With the other, he grabbed my wrist and pushed my fingers further into his hole. With one final grunt, he leaned back and shot a massive load over my head onto Bryan, who looked on in awe. That sent me over the edge, causing me to blast a load of cum on to Chad’s back, who had continued to ride my fingers. Finally, Bryan scoots ups close to my mouth and I take him in, just the same way the night began. He once again face fucked me.

“Oh shit, man. I’m cumming!”

With one last thrust, he pushed his prick to the back of my throat, shooting a load of his sweet juice into my mouth. We all laid back, covered in sweat and sex, breathing heavy, trying to take in what had happened; all of us unsure of what to say. After several minutes, Chad, the last person I thought would break the silence, let out a big sigh and said,

“If this happened on the first night we are here, I can only imagine where we go from here. This could be the best vacation of my life.”

The rest of the trip we spent the days touring the island and the nights spent ravishing each other’s teen bodies. Needless to say, it wound up being an amazing vacation that brought the four of us closer than ever.
 
While I write my next installment, I need to clarify my intent, which I posted above. The guys are 100% real, but the situations are fictional. When I said “loosely based,” I mean we did go to Hawaii for our senior trip, but that’s it . I didn’t want to mislead anyone.

Lesson of the night: don’t drink and post.

I’ll be back with another installment soon.
 
My intention with this thread is to post a series of stories centered on the "adventures" of me and three of my friends. They are inspired by real people in my life, and the stories will be very loosely based on actual situations we've been in. I'll just be...fleshing them out a bit. So, here's the first of what I hope to be many stories.

____

This trip was years in the making. I and four of my friends were all 18 had finally graduated high school and as a reward to ourselves, we opted to take an unsupervised trip to Hawaii and bask in the sun and forget life for a few days.

But before I get to that, let me give you a rundown of me and the guys. As clichéd as it sounds, I’m just your run-of-the-mill kind of guy: about 6 feet tall, light brown hair and average build. Not a toned jock or anything, but in shape and happy. Chad is a wrestler and is the shortest of the group, standing at about 5’6”, but he’s built like a blonde Adonis and has a chest that would make your jaw drop. Toby is very similar to me. In fact, some say we could have been brothers, with is light brown hair and similar build. Bryan is a soccer player and has a well-toned body, abs you could do your laundry on and an amazing muscular ass.

Now, after years of living life, family issues, and the drama that comes along with high school, the four of us set out on what was to be one of the most interesting experiences of our lives; one we weren’t soon to forget. As with any long flight, our journey to Hawaii was uneventful to say the least. We kept ourselves busy with music and reading, as well as talking about our last year of high school and all our accomplishments, or in some cases…the lack of accomplishments. After over five hours of flying, we finally reached our destination, Honolulu and Waikiki Beach.

As we stepped off our plain, we were greeted by gorgeous local women offering up the traditional leis.

"Well, that didn't take long. Just five minutes on the island and I've already been leid!” You could always count on Toby to take the obvious joke and actually make it funny.

“Toby and I will head over to the rental counter and pick up our car. You and Bryan can stay here with our luggage,” Chad said before he and Toby walked away.

After several minutes, the two returned and the four of us piled into the compact car and headed to our hotel on Waikiki Beach. Being that we got to our hotel later in the afternoon, we quickly grabbed some food at a local restaurant and headed down to the beach, which was just a stone’s throw from our hotel. The beach was crowded, but the people were thinning out as they were all headed off to the take part in the night life of Waikiki. We all stripped down to our board shorts and took our first of many swims in the beautiful waters that Hawaii has to offer.

After some time, we began to get into our usual groove of having fun and making it awkward for anyone within a 50 radius of us.

Bryan, never one for tact, bellowed "Let's bury John in the sand and give him a ridiculously large pair of boobs!"

“That’s a grand idea Bryan!” Chad hollered back.

Before I knew it, I was on my back and the sand began piling on top of me. My three friends slowly but surely loaded the sand all over my body. Once they were done, Bryan, Toby and Chad stood back to admire their work.

“I’ve got another great idea,” said Bryan, as he slowly walked back towards me and my big sandy boobs.

In a matter of seconds, his board shorts were gone and he was on top of me, the coarse sand separating our bodies. He began to thrust against the pile of sand on my chest, his exposed ass on full display for anyone passing by to see. I couldn’t help but laugh and join in on the fun.

“Oh yeah, Bryan! Harder!” I screamed, much to the dismay of the dozens of people trying to enjoy their dinner at a beach-side café.

Needless to say, our little prank didn't last very long before we decided to move down the beach and have some more fun. As dusk began to settle, our carefree antics of splashing and fooling around came to a close. We took a peaceful dip in the warm water and marveled at the Hawaiian sunset.

We decided to head back to our hotel and get cleaned up and head to bed, as we were all dead tired from the flight, the time change and our time at the beach.

“I get first shower!” called out Chad as he grabbed his things and headed into the bathroom.

Toby, Bryan and I plopped down on the beds and clicked on the television. We began to talk about the many things we wanted to check out while in Hawaii.

Toby turned to me with excitement in his eyes. "Let's go snorkeling at Hanauma Bay!" he exclaimed.

I nodded eagerly. "Definitely, but let's make a stop at Pearl Harbor first," I suggested.

Bryan chimed in, "And we can't forget about hitting up the North Shore!" We all laughed, and Toby added with a sly grin, "I've heard the girls there are smoking hot. Just imagine hooking up with one of them."

As usual, the conversation among teenage boys inevitably turned to sex. We volleyed back and forth with sexual jokes and innuendos, each trying to outdo the other with our supposed exploits. Some were probably true, but most were just empty fantasies.

By this time, Chad had come out of the shower wearing just a t-shirt and some basketball shorts and Bryan had gone off to shower. The remainder of us sat on the beds and watched the hotel’s information channel on what to do while visiting, with the occasional comment from one of us. Eventually, Toby and I had taken our turns in the shower and the four of us, in our t-shirts and basketball shorts or lounging pants, sat back and watched the television, waiting for sleep to come; which it never did, despite us being so exhausted.

After some time, Toby, who was not shy about his love of porn, tossed out the idea of watching one of the flicks that the hotel had to offer and it didn’t take much convincing to get everyone to agree. Being that we had grown up together, we were not shy about being naked in front of each other, as our activities on the beach earlier that day suggest. Despite our close relationship, I don't think any of us had ever seen each other with an hard-on or watched pornography together. Living up to their reputation of not being shy at all, it didn’t take long for Bryan and Toby to drop their shorts and take the situation into their own hands, so to speak. Chad and I opted to keep things covered up, at least for the time being.

After a few minutes, Bryan breaks the silence (save for the moaning and slapping of the movie).

“Hey Toby. What are you working with over there?”

“What do you mean?”

"You look like you’ve got quite the tool there. Have you ever measured it?”

Chad and I, out of curiosity of course, had to take a look. As I mentioned, we’d all seen each other naked, but have never seen whether we were showers or growers. Toby…definitely a grower. Bryan, in all his not-shyness, had a big dick and he knew it. Therefore, he wasn’t afraid to let the animal out of the cage, as it were. I’m pretty certain we’d seen more parts of his body than his doctor had.

Toby answered with a bit of pride, "No, I've never actually measured it before. But the chicks seem to know it's big, and that's all that matters!"

Bryan couldn’t live with that answer and tossed out yet another grand idea.

“Well, I’ve measured mine. Come over here and we’ll put them together to see whose is bigger.”

After the slightest bit of hesitation, Toby walked over to where Bryan had stood up and the two teens stood dick-to-dick. Seeing my two friends together like set something off in my head. At the time, I had a curiosity about other guys. It was not something I had ever acted out upon, but I couldn’t deny that seeing a good looking male gave me a bit of a stir inside. And now that I was all horned up and two of my best friends were standing in front of me with impressive boners, I was more than curious.

“Hey John, what are you looking at there kiddo?” asked Chad, who had remained rather quiet during the exchange. Damn….busted.

“Why don’t you have John come over there and take a closer look, make sure things are fair,” Chad suggested.

“Awesome idea,” Toby said, with a sly grin. Trying not to appear too eager, I made my way over to the bed and took a seat beside them.

“How big are you Bryan?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I was asking out of my own curiosity or for the sake of the measurement.

“I’m just shy of 8 inches,” he said, with a hint of cockiness (sorry for the pun).

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like Toby is just a bit bigger. He’s probably right at 8 inches.”

“Damn! Well I bet mine tastes better!”

And with that, Bryan swung to the side and grabbed the back of my head. Before I could realize what had happened, I had the head of his cock in my mouth. A bit of backstory here. Out of all my friends, Bryan was the one that I most wanted to “be curious” with. His body and effortless good looks. Truly a stunning person.

Initially, I put up a bit of an act to resist the idea, but eventually, I began to pretend that I was giving in. I focused on hiding my true feelings because I felt like I was in paradise. Bryan slowly began to move his hips back and forth, every once in a while pushing in a bit further. Before long, I was able to take in most of his almost 8 inches.

While I was happily gobbling Bryan’s cock, Chad had come over and sat next to me and had pulled Toby over to him and the two of them began mimicking what Bryan and I had started. Bryan pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. His soft lips met mine and we kissed passionately for several minutes. He stood back up and I grabbed his pole once again. This time, I went after his balls, which were hanging low beneath his penis. I took them in one at a time and massaged them with my tongue, much to his delight, eventually turning my attention back to his hard dick.

“It’s your turn now,” he said softly and he knelt down between my legs.

He wasted little time in taking my hard 6.5 inches into his heavenly mouth. He quickly bobbed his head up and down and I couldn’t help but think he had done this before. But my attention was drawn elsewhere as Toby and Chad had stood up on the bed, one on each side of my face and began alternately feeding me their hard slabs of meat. Chad’s 6 inches easily slid into my mouth after having fed on Bryan’s dick. It was quickly replaced by Toby’s large member. In my mind, I felt like I had been sent somewhere close to heaven, with three of the most beautiful males I’d ever laid eyes on were taking part in my “curiosity.”

After going at it in that manner for some time, we began a rotation of sorts. I moved my attention to Chad. who was now kneeling next to me, while Toby’s mouth found its way around my manhood. Bryan wound up standing on the bed face-fucking Chad with happy vigor. The room was filled with moans and grunts of muted pleasure, only adding to the excitement of what was happening

“Trade me places, Chad. I want him to eat my hole.”

Upon hearing Bryan’s request, my heart skipped a beat. He quickly squatted down over me, revealing his pink hole to my eager mouth. I attacked it with glee and was pleased by the squirming and moaning of Bryan as he grinded back and forth. I had reached my breaking point and grabbed Toby by the back of the head and let loose a large load of jizz into the back of his throat. He groaned with pleasure. Shortly after, Chad began grunting and pulled out of Bryan’s mouth.

“Ugh! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” And the white goo flew all over Bryan’s chest, who wasted no time in lapping the remains of the man juice from Chad’s cock.

Toby, having been lost in my crotch for some time spoke up, “I need to put my dick in someone!”

Chad volunteered without hesitation and knelt down on the bed with his tight ass stuck up in the air. Toby buried his face in Chad’s ass, licking and slurping, lubing up the little pink button he was about to fuck. Bryan had slid down so we were once again face to face and began a furious kiss. We were grinding our hard cocks together, with our hands exploring each other, searching to find the pleasure spots. My fingers eventually found the hole that I had been tonguing just minutes before and I slowly slid a finger in. Bryan buckled with pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Yeah!” he bellowed.

I quickened the pace of the finger fucking, eventually adding a second digit to the party. Next to us, Chad was groaning with pain and pleasure as Toby was plowing his ass with his big dick. Chad’s hole was obviously providing some pleasure to Toby as he almost seemed to be smiling as he ground into Chad’s little bubble ass.

In between groans, Bryan whispered into my ear “I want to fuck you.” He lifted my legs up and he began to lick and tongue my hole. Once it was nice and wet, Bryan slowly pushed his prick against my hole, and bit by bit, he slowly slid into me. The pain was like nothing I had felt before, but it felt amazing. Once he had pushed his way in, he just left it there, letting my hole become accustomed to his throbbing stick. He slowly began to move back and forth, pumping into me with increasing speed. I reached back and grabbed his muscular ass, pulling him closer to me. His huge balls slapped my ass with every thrust.

After a time, we switched things up again. Toby lay down on his back. I threw his legs over my shoulders and slid my hard and ready cock into his hole. He jumped with surprise, but soon relaxed and took the fucking in strides. Chad cozied up behind me and began to hammer my ass, creating a trio of sweat and skin slapping. Bryan in the meantime, crawled over Toby, which put the two of them into the “69” position. The butt humping quickened its pace and the four of us became one mass of sweat and sex. Chad was like a jack rabbit in my ass, going fast and furious. I, in turn, struggled to keep a pace while fucking Toby, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was having plenty of fun blowing Bryan.

I could tell that we are all getting close to exploding, as the moans became more and more intense. Before anyone could lay claim to the idea, I blurted out “I want you all to come on me.”

So we re-positioned to make this happen. I lay down on my back, while my friends circled around me on their knees. The four of us grabbed our cocks and began to finish ourselves off. Toby and his large tool were first to blow.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

He leaned forward and aimed at my mouth, launching a thick wad of cum that landed on my chin. I grabbed his dick and sucked on it to get whatever fluid was left. Chad opted to straddle my chest and as soon as he did so, I slid two fingers into his hole to massage his sweet spot.

“Oh my hell, dude. Yeah!”

With one hand, he was beating his meat quickly. With the other, he grabbed my wrist and pushed my fingers further into his hole. With one final grunt, he leaned back and shot a massive load over my head onto Bryan, who looked on in awe. That sent me over the edge, causing me to blast a load of cum on to Chad’s back, who had continued to ride my fingers. Finally, Bryan scoots ups close to my mouth and I take him in, just the same way the night began. He once again face fucked me.

“Oh shit, man. I’m cumming!”

With one last thrust, he pushed his prick to the back of my throat, shooting a load of his sweet juice into my mouth. We all laid back, covered in sweat and sex, breathing heavy, trying to take in what had happened; all of us unsure of what to say. After several minutes, Chad, the last person I thought would break the silence, let out a big sigh and said,

“If this happened on the first night we are here, I can only imagine where we go from here. This could be the best vacation of my life.”

The rest of the trip we spent the days touring the island and the nights spent ravishing each other’s teen bodies. Needless to say, it wound up being an amazing vacation that brought the four of us closer than ever.
I know you said you had never acted on any of your curiosities before that night, but how many of the other three had done something with another guy before that night? You mentioned that you thought Bryan and probably sucked dick before.
 
I know you said you had never acted on any of your curiosities before that night, but how many of the other three had done something with another guy before that night? You mentioned that you thought Bryan and probably sucked dick before.
All fiction, my friend. So, we did go on a trip to Hawaii when we graduated, and certainly had a great time, but none of this actually happened. I’m just opening a door into my weird fantasies honestly.

Having said that, out of my group of friends, if Bryan ever came to me and said he’d sucked a dick, it wouldn’t shock me. He’s quite open and free thinking, but straight.
 
Here's the next story.
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After graduating from high school, my friends and I often found ourselves taking off on the weekends and heading up into the nearby mountains. Growing up, we all took part in the local scouting program, so camping, fishing and general outdoor activities were nothing new to us. Some of these trips to the woods were just generic camping with the usual tin foil dinners, campfire chats and just taking in the magnificent goodness of mother nature. Others were dedicated to tossing a line into a clear and crisp river or a spectacular mountain lake. Regardless, we always made the most of these trips and enjoyed them to the fullest. But, there was one particular fishing trip that will forever be etched in my memory.

We were all relaxing on Bryan’s back patio one autumn evening, having just come together after a long day at work. Toby suggested that we head up the canyon before the weather turned too cold and snow started to fly and do some fishing.

Bryan, letting out a heavy and irritated sigh, replied, “Bro, that sounds amazing, but I have to pick up an extra shift at work because some jack ass decided to quit and not give any notice.”

“Well, that sucks…for you. I’m totally down for that,” Chad quipped.

“Yeah, I’m in for that,” I added.

“Fuck all of you and I hope you don’t catch a damn thing,” Bryan said, clearly bothered he couldn’t join us.

With that, we’d made plans to meet at Chad’s the next day after work and head out.

Because several of my friends were in a band in high school, Chad purchased an old Ford Econoline van to haul all their equipment to local gigs. To better facilitate the task of hauling that equipment, we had removed the last two rows of seats, creating an open space that could hold large speakers, amplifiers, drum sets, and other equipment. Eventually, we built out the area to include a platform that created a second level that added some more organization. When the colder weather didn’t allow for camping in tents, this touring van also served as our mini motor home, as the platform we built also made a great sleeping area once we added some foam padding. Since this trip was later in the year and the weather was particularly colder than usual, we opted to sleep in the van. Since there was only three of us, there was plenty of room on the platform bed.

We loaded up our gear under the platform bed and set out. Since the van was a bit…OK, a lot old, it took some time to putter up the canyon. Thankfully, we had the holy trifecta of road trip essentials: beef jerky, Mountain Dew, and punk rock. Our journey was set to be nothing short of epic. Because of the large amounts of Dew that was consumed, the urge to pee quickly took hold on Toby, who was notorious for having a small bladder, which always leads to him being a pain in the ass for Chad who insisted on make as few stops as possible on any road trip.

“Dude, pull over so I can pee! I’m not about to piss my pants because you insist on channeling your dad and can’t handle stopping because you have to make the best time possible!”

“Hey, it’s almost dark and we’ll have a hard enough time as it is finding our spot,” Chad replied is his most dad-like voice.

Since I’m always wanting to be super helpful, and quite honestly always finding ways to see my friends’ junk, I tossed Toby an empty Mountain Dew bottle and said, “Hey man, just use the truck driver’s toilet and pee in that.”

Toby, never one to back down from a challenge, just shrugged and knelt down on the floor of the van in front of the back seat on which we were both seated. Toby, with a grin on his face, picked up the bottle and undid his zipper.

“Don’t hit any bumps or turn too sharp, Chad. Otherwise you’ll have piss all over your van,” laughed Toby, as his whipped his dick out and placed the bottle near the tip.

Being that it was dark and there was a lack of street lights in the area, I wasn’t able to get a great look at Toby’s piece, but I knew that he had no complaints about what he was blessed with. What I did glimpse of his cock was more than enough to get things stirring in my pants. Soon, the sound of urine filling the bottle radiated throughout the van, along with mine and Toby’s laughter.

“I hate you both so much right now,” grumbled Chad.

Not long after, we made it to our destination and pulled off the main highway onto a narrow dirt road to a clearing near the shore of the lake. It was a place we’d been to many times and it’s a place not many people use, so we knew it’d likely be available to us without any problems.

Toby and I started to get a fire going as it was quite cold; colder than we’d expected. We grabbed the bundle of firewood we brought with us and quickly got it to a good size to help keep us warm and cook our foil wrapped dinners. Chad was focused on the van and getting the sleeping area ready by rolling out the foam padding and laying out our sleeping bags.

As Toby and I were discussing the fishing plans for the following day, Chad wandered over with a rather questionable look on his face.

“So, some bad news. Toby, we must’ve missed your sleeping bag when we loaded up the van. I’m only seeing mine and John’s in there.”

“Shit. Now what?” asked Toby.

“Obviously you can’t can’t sleep without one. It’s too cold and we can’t run the heater on the van all night…”

“My bag is kind of over-sized, what if we just zipped the two of ours together and we all just shared?” I suggested, with a tinge of excitement that I hoped wasn’t overtly noticeable.

“Probably the best option at this point. Hope you don’t mind a cuddle session tonight, boys!” Toby said jokingly.

We spent the remainder of the evening enjoying our campfire dinners and the great conversations we always have under the star-filled autumn sky.

“Hey John, are you actually going to catch a fish this time or are you going to hang on to the title of ‘Master Baiter’ yet again?”

“Yeah, you’ll think it’s funny when I’m ‘master baiting’ next to you in the sleeping bag later tonight, Chad.”

“That a promise, or a threat?” Chad replied.

I simply looked back at him and smiled, letting him come to his own conclusion.

After another hour of bullshitting and the telling of bad jokes, we decided it was time to head to the van for some sleep, as we were wanting to get up early to take advantage of the morning light.

Since we expected it to be cold in the higher elevation (but not as cold as it was), Chad and I both brought some joggers to sleep in, along with a t-shirt. Toby, however, always slept in his underwear. No matter where or what time of year, he was an undies-only guy. We all climbed into the giant sleeping bag hesitantly and a bit awkwardly, with each of us going in one by one. Chad was the first to climb in, followed by me, and then Toby took his place behind me.The two sleeping bags zipped together provided just enough room for us, but it was definitely snug, which would actually help keep us warm through the night.

“Isn’t this just so fun and cozy?!” Toby exclaimed as he jokingly wrapped his arms around me.

I just laughed and said, “Yeah this is amazing.” On the inside, I was secretly thrilled to be sandwiched in a sleeping bag with these two specimens. I was just hoping that the inevitable morning wood digging into the back of one of my friends wouldn’t make it overly awkward.

Not surprisingly, we didn’t immediately fall asleep, but continued chatting for a bit. As time passed, however, it got colder and colder. Instinctively, the three of us moved a bit closer to each other to take advantage of the shared body heat. Chad eventually fell asleep, leaving Toby and I to idle chat. He also continued to inch closer to me. I was laying on my back, and he was on his side.

“Dude, you must be freezing. You should at least put your pants back on, or something.”

“Nah. I figured I’d just cuddle with you more,” he said as he moved incredibly close to me and wrapped his arm around my torso. It was at this time that I felt the pressure and warmth of his crotch on my hip. This immediately caused me to brick up. To test the waters a bit, I made a decision and rolled over on my side, placing my ass directly in front of his stiffening dick.

“Here, move in closer and see if that helps warm you up,” I said quietly.

He quickly pulled me back into him so that his boner was rubbing my ass crack.

“Yeah, this helps,” he whispered into my ear.

Toby slowly began to move his hips so his cock was grinding into me. I returned the favor by pushing back into him. After a few minutes, Toby reached around and lifted up my shirt and started to rub my chest and stomach, stopping occasionally to play with my nipples, which is apparently a sensitive spot for me, as each time he’d play with them, I’d let out a soft moan. By this time, both of us were rock hard. My hand slid back, reaching for his shaft and I slowly stroked it through the fabric of his boxers.

To stifle his moans, Toby leaned forward and kissed my neck. At the same time, his hand moved down my stomach and slid under the waistband of my pants, taking hold of my rod and stroking it.

As our explorations grew more passionate, so too did our verbal affirmations of our actions towards each other.

It was then that Chad, who we’d assumed was still asleep rolled over to face us and, with jealousy in his eyes, said “If you were going to be so noisy with your manhandling of each other, you could have at least invited me to join in so I didn’t have to lay here with my own dick in my hands.”

Taking that as my sign, I smiled and leaned in towards Chad and kissed him. Without hesitation, he returned the kiss and slid closer to me, allowing Toby to slide his hand over to Chad’s hardening cock.

For the next while, we continued rubbing and groping each other’’s bodies and exchanging kisses. Eventually, Chad reached down and pulled my sweats and boxers off me, leaving me naked between my two friends. It didn’t take long for the others to join me in my nakedness.

By this time, we were ready to move to the next step of our little threesome and we climbed out of the sleeping bag and laid back down on top of it. But, instead of getting back into the same position, Toby flipped around so that he and I were now in the 69 position, laying on our sides. Both of us grabbing hold of the throbbing manhood laying in front of us and taking them into our mouths.

Now, because we were laying on the raised platform in the back of the van, there wasn’t much room to do anything other than lay down. This didn’t keep Chad from getting involved however, as he laid down behind Toby, placing his face square into Toby’s plump ass and digging into his eager hole. This caused Toby to pull his mouth off my dick and let loose an exclamation of pleasure.

“God damn, Chad! That feels amazing! Keep going!”

I continued devouring Toby’s eight inches, eventually moving my attention to his tight ball bag, while he worked my dick like a champion.

Toby then rolled over to reposition himself into a 69 position with Chad, who wasted no time in shoving his six -inch piece into Toby’s waiting mouth. I rearranged myself behind Toby and slid in close, rubbing my dick up against his ass and wet hole.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Toby” I whispered into his ear. He grunted his approval, not wanting to take his mouth off Chad’s cock.

Spitting into my hand, I rubbed it onto myself and slowly pushed into Toby, who quickly gasped, both in pleasure and pain. I took my time, allowing him to adjust to my presence inside of him before gradually settling into a slow rhythm.

Chad, seemingly becoming jealous of Toby and I once again, flipped around and maneuvered his ass right up against Toby, who wasted no time in sliding his dick into Chad, grinding into his small, but muscular ass. The three of us quickly found a rhythm, throwing us into a world of pleasure.

“I love your big cock, Toby. Go deeper!”

Once again wanting to do my part to help, I moved my hands from Toby’s hips and grasped onto Chad and pulled him back hard into Toby, at the same time pushing me deeper into Toby'e hole.

“God dammit, John! That hit me just right!” Toby belted out.

“Aw, fucking hell!” Chad moaned at the same time.

It was my turn to be the meat in the proverbial sex sandwich. I told Chad to come and lay in front of me and I quickly guided my six and half inches into him. After Toby’s tool had stretched him out, it wasn’t too difficult to make it happen. Speaking of Toby’s tool, he had positioned himself behind me and was now working to get his saliva-covered dick into my hole.

After some work and many moans of pleasure, he got to work drilling into me.

“Shit, Toby. You feel so good,” I said, as he began to pick up his pace.

Our moans and grunts became more intense, pushing all three of us closer to our climax. Chad was the first to get there, suddenly pulling himself away from me, he awkwardly got himself into a hunched position and began stroking himself vigorously. In no time he started quivering with pleasure and let loose a load of jizz across both Toby and me.

“Fuuuuuck…” he groaned as he collapsed back onto the bed.

Toby started moaning in my ear and without much warning came in my hole, pushing himself deeper into me as he did, filling me with his jizz.

“I’m cumming, John!”

This sent me over the edge. Just as I was reaching my climax, Chad bent down and took my cock into his mouth, bringing me to completion. I blew load after load into the back of his throat, causing him to choke a bit.

“Unnngh, Chad. Swallow it all,” I grunted as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him further onto my dick.

After a few moments of laying in a tangled mass of sweat and semen, Toby spoke first.

“Well, that shit was amazing.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have a threesome with my friends on my bingo card for this weekend, but I’ll gladly add it in the future,” added Chad.

I just laughed and said,"I think more fishing trips are in our future.”

We cleaned ourselves up as best we could and eventually went to sleep. Needless to say, we didn’t get up in time to take advantage of the morning fishing, as our late night escapades kept us up later than we’d expected.

We decided to just call it a day, packed up and headed home. We parted ways so we could shower and get ourselves properly cleaned up. Later than night, we met up with Bryan after he got off work.

“Dudes! How was the fishing?! I’m still pissed I couldn’t get out of work. I would’ve loved to toss a line in.”

“Well, the only that really got tossed was Toby’s salad. We did play with our rods though,” I replied.

Bryan looked at each of us in turn with a bit of a blank look on his face, not sure if I was serious or not.

“Let’s just say that you’ll definitely want to come fishing with us next time. We’ll make it worth your while,” Chad added.

Bryan let out a nervous chuckle. Chad turned and waddled towards the car, muttering "My ass hurts from last night," causing Toby and I to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
 
Here's the next story.
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After graduating from high school, my friends and I often found ourselves taking off on the weekends and heading up into the nearby mountains. Growing up, we all took part in the local scouting program, so camping, fishing and general outdoor activities were nothing new to us. Some of these trips to the woods were just generic camping with the usual tin foil dinners, campfire chats and just taking in the magnificent goodness of mother nature. Others were dedicated to tossing a line into a clear and crisp river or a spectacular mountain lake. Regardless, we always made the most of these trips and enjoyed them to the fullest. But, there was one particular fishing trip that will forever be etched in my memory.

We were all relaxing on Bryan’s back patio one autumn evening, having just come together after a long day at work. Toby suggested that we head up the canyon before the weather turned too cold and snow started to fly and do some fishing.

Bryan, letting out a heavy and irritated sigh, replied, “Bro, that sounds amazing, but I have to pick up an extra shift at work because some jack ass decided to quit and not give any notice.”

“Well, that sucks…for you. I’m totally down for that,” Chad quipped.

“Yeah, I’m in for that,” I added.

“Fuck all of you and I hope you don’t catch a damn thing,” Bryan said, clearly bothered he couldn’t join us.

With that, we’d made plans to meet at Chad’s the next day after work and head out.

Because several of my friends were in a band in high school, Chad purchased an old Ford Econoline van to haul all their equipment to local gigs. To better facilitate the task of hauling that equipment, we had removed the last two rows of seats, creating an open space that could hold large speakers, amplifiers, drum sets, and other equipment. Eventually, we built out the area to include a platform that created a second level that added some more organization. When the colder weather didn’t allow for camping in tents, this touring van also served as our mini motor home, as the platform we built also made a great sleeping area once we added some foam padding. Since this trip was later in the year and the weather was particularly colder than usual, we opted to sleep in the van. Since there was only three of us, there was plenty of room on the platform bed.

We loaded up our gear under the platform bed and set out. Since the van was a bit…OK, a lot old, it took some time to putter up the canyon. Thankfully, we had the holy trifecta of road trip essentials: beef jerky, Mountain Dew, and punk rock. Our journey was set to be nothing short of epic. Because of the large amounts of Dew that was consumed, the urge to pee quickly took hold on Toby, who was notorious for having a small bladder, which always leads to him being a pain in the ass for Chad who insisted on make as few stops as possible on any road trip.

“Dude, pull over so I can pee! I’m not about to piss my pants because you insist on channeling your dad and can’t handle stopping because you have to make the best time possible!”

“Hey, it’s almost dark and we’ll have a hard enough time as it is finding our spot,” Chad replied is his most dad-like voice.

Since I’m always wanting to be super helpful, and quite honestly always finding ways to see my friends’ junk, I tossed Toby an empty Mountain Dew bottle and said, “Hey man, just use the truck driver’s toilet and pee in that.”

Toby, never one to back down from a challenge, just shrugged and knelt down on the floor of the van in front of the back seat on which we were both seated. Toby, with a grin on his face, picked up the bottle and undid his zipper.

“Don’t hit any bumps or turn too sharp, Chad. Otherwise you’ll have piss all over your van,” laughed Toby, as his whipped his dick out and placed the bottle near the tip.

Being that it was dark and there was a lack of street lights in the area, I wasn’t able to get a great look at Toby’s piece, but I knew that he had no complaints about what he was blessed with. What I did glimpse of his cock was more than enough to get things stirring in my pants. Soon, the sound of urine filling the bottle radiated throughout the van, along with mine and Toby’s laughter.

“I hate you both so much right now,” grumbled Chad.

Not long after, we made it to our destination and pulled off the main highway onto a narrow dirt road to a clearing near the shore of the lake. It was a place we’d been to many times and it’s a place not many people use, so we knew it’d likely be available to us without any problems.

Toby and I started to get a fire going as it was quite cold; colder than we’d expected. We grabbed the bundle of firewood we brought with us and quickly got it to a good size to help keep us warm and cook our foil wrapped dinners. Chad was focused on the van and getting the sleeping area ready by rolling out the foam padding and laying out our sleeping bags.

As Toby and I were discussing the fishing plans for the following day, Chad wandered over with a rather questionable look on his face.

“So, some bad news. Toby, we must’ve missed your sleeping bag when we loaded up the van. I’m only seeing mine and John’s in there.”

“Shit. Now what?” asked Toby.

“Obviously you can’t can’t sleep without one. It’s too cold and we can’t run the heater on the van all night…”

“My bag is kind of over-sized, what if we just zipped the two of ours together and we all just shared?” I suggested, with a tinge of excitement that I hoped wasn’t overtly noticeable.

“Probably the best option at this point. Hope you don’t mind a cuddle session tonight, boys!” Toby said jokingly.

We spent the remainder of the evening enjoying our campfire dinners and the great conversations we always have under the star-filled autumn sky.

“Hey John, are you actually going to catch a fish this time or are you going to hang on to the title of ‘Master Baiter’ yet again?”

“Yeah, you’ll think it’s funny when I’m ‘master baiting’ next to you in the sleeping bag later tonight, Chad.”

“That a promise, or a threat?” Chad replied.

I simply looked back at him and smiled, letting him come to his own conclusion.

After another hour of bullshitting and the telling of bad jokes, we decided it was time to head to the van for some sleep, as we were wanting to get up early to take advantage of the morning light.

Since we expected it to be cold in the higher elevation (but not as cold as it was), Chad and I both brought some joggers to sleep in, along with a t-shirt. Toby, however, always slept in his underwear. No matter where or what time of year, he was an undies-only guy. We all climbed into the giant sleeping bag hesitantly and a bit awkwardly, with each of us going in one by one. Chad was the first to climb in, followed by me, and then Toby took his place behind me.The two sleeping bags zipped together provided just enough room for us, but it was definitely snug, which would actually help keep us warm through the night.

“Isn’t this just so fun and cozy?!” Toby exclaimed as he jokingly wrapped his arms around me.

I just laughed and said, “Yeah this is amazing.” On the inside, I was secretly thrilled to be sandwiched in a sleeping bag with these two specimens. I was just hoping that the inevitable morning wood digging into the back of one of my friends wouldn’t make it overly awkward.

Not surprisingly, we didn’t immediately fall asleep, but continued chatting for a bit. As time passed, however, it got colder and colder. Instinctively, the three of us moved a bit closer to each other to take advantage of the shared body heat. Chad eventually fell asleep, leaving Toby and I to idle chat. He also continued to inch closer to me. I was laying on my back, and he was on his side.

“Dude, you must be freezing. You should at least put your pants back on, or something.”

“Nah. I figured I’d just cuddle with you more,” he said as he moved incredibly close to me and wrapped his arm around my torso. It was at this time that I felt the pressure and warmth of his crotch on my hip. This immediately caused me to brick up. To test the waters a bit, I made a decision and rolled over on my side, placing my ass directly in front of his stiffening dick.

“Here, move in closer and see if that helps warm you up,” I said quietly.

He quickly pulled me back into him so that his boner was rubbing my ass crack.

“Yeah, this helps,” he whispered into my ear.

Toby slowly began to move his hips so his cock was grinding into me. I returned the favor by pushing back into him. After a few minutes, Toby reached around and lifted up my shirt and started to rub my chest and stomach, stopping occasionally to play with my nipples, which is apparently a sensitive spot for me, as each time he’d play with them, I’d let out a soft moan. By this time, both of us were rock hard. My hand slid back, reaching for his shaft and I slowly stroked it through the fabric of his boxers.

To stifle his moans, Toby leaned forward and kissed my neck. At the same time, his hand moved down my stomach and slid under the waistband of my pants, taking hold of my rod and stroking it.

As our explorations grew more passionate, so too did our verbal affirmations of our actions towards each other.

It was then that Chad, who we’d assumed was still asleep rolled over to face us and, with jealousy in his eyes, said “If you were going to be so noisy with your manhandling of each other, you could have at least invited me to join in so I didn’t have to lay here with my own dick in my hands.”

Taking that as my sign, I smiled and leaned in towards Chad and kissed him. Without hesitation, he returned the kiss and slid closer to me, allowing Toby to slide his hand over to Chad’s hardening cock.

For the next while, we continued rubbing and groping each other’’s bodies and exchanging kisses. Eventually, Chad reached down and pulled my sweats and boxers off me, leaving me naked between my two friends. It didn’t take long for the others to join me in my nakedness.

By this time, we were ready to move to the next step of our little threesome and we climbed out of the sleeping bag and laid back down on top of it. But, instead of getting back into the same position, Toby flipped around so that he and I were now in the 69 position, laying on our sides. Both of us grabbing hold of the throbbing manhood laying in front of us and taking them into our mouths.

Now, because we were laying on the raised platform in the back of the van, there wasn’t much room to do anything other than lay down. This didn’t keep Chad from getting involved however, as he laid down behind Toby, placing his face square into Toby’s plump ass and digging into his eager hole. This caused Toby to pull his mouth off my dick and let loose an exclamation of pleasure.

“God damn, Chad! That feels amazing! Keep going!”

I continued devouring Toby’s eight inches, eventually moving my attention to his tight ball bag, while he worked my dick like a champion.

Toby then rolled over to reposition himself into a 69 position with Chad, who wasted no time in shoving his six -inch piece into Toby’s waiting mouth. I rearranged myself behind Toby and slid in close, rubbing my dick up against his ass and wet hole.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Toby” I whispered into his ear. He grunted his approval, not wanting to take his mouth off Chad’s cock.

Spitting into my hand, I rubbed it onto myself and slowly pushed into Toby, who quickly gasped, both in pleasure and pain. I took my time, allowing him to adjust to my presence inside of him before gradually settling into a slow rhythm.

Chad, seemingly becoming jealous of Toby and I once again, flipped around and maneuvered his ass right up against Toby, who wasted no time in sliding his dick into Chad, grinding into his small, but muscular ass. The three of us quickly found a rhythm, throwing us into a world of pleasure.

“I love your big cock, Toby. Go deeper!”

Once again wanting to do my part to help, I moved my hands from Toby’s hips and grasped onto Chad and pulled him back hard into Toby, at the same time pushing me deeper into Toby'e hole.

“God dammit, John! That hit me just right!” Toby belted out.

“Aw, fucking hell!” Chad moaned at the same time.

It was my turn to be the meat in the proverbial sex sandwich. I told Chad to come and lay in front of me and I quickly guided my six and half inches into him. After Toby’s tool had stretched him out, it wasn’t too difficult to make it happen. Speaking of Toby’s tool, he had positioned himself behind me and was now working to get his saliva-covered dick into my hole.

After some work and many moans of pleasure, he got to work drilling into me.

“Shit, Toby. You feel so good,” I said, as he began to pick up his pace.

Our moans and grunts became more intense, pushing all three of us closer to our climax. Chad was the first to get there, suddenly pulling himself away from me, he awkwardly got himself into a hunched position and began stroking himself vigorously. In no time he started quivering with pleasure and let loose a load of jizz across both Toby and me.

“Fuuuuuck…” he groaned as he collapsed back onto the bed.

Toby started moaning in my ear and without much warning came in my hole, pushing himself deeper into me as he did, filling me with his jizz.

“I’m cumming, John!”

This sent me over the edge. Just as I was reaching my climax, Chad bent down and took my cock into his mouth, bringing me to completion. I blew load after load into the back of his throat, causing him to choke a bit.

“Unnngh, Chad. Swallow it all,” I grunted as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him further onto my dick.

After a few moments of laying in a tangled mass of sweat and semen, Toby spoke first.

“Well, that shit was amazing.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have a threesome with my friends on my bingo card for this weekend, but I’ll gladly add it in the future,” added Chad.

I just laughed and said,"I think more fishing trips are in our future.”

We cleaned ourselves up as best we could and eventually went to sleep. Needless to say, we didn’t get up in time to take advantage of the morning fishing, as our late night escapades kept us up later than we’d expected.

We decided to just call it a day, packed up and headed home. We parted ways so we could shower and get ourselves properly cleaned up. Later than night, we met up with Bryan after he got off work.

“Dudes! How was the fishing?! I’m still pissed I couldn’t get out of work. I would’ve loved to toss a line in.”

“Well, the only that really got tossed was Toby’s salad. We did play with our rods though,” I replied.

Bryan looked at each of us in turn with a bit of a blank look on his face, not sure if I was serious or not.

“Let’s just say that you’ll definitely want to come fishing with us next time. We’ll make it worth your while,” Chad added.

Bryan let out a nervous chuckle. Chad turned and waddled towards the car, muttering "My ass hurts from last night," causing Toby and I to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
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My Very Own Mechanic

I hate fixing cars. It's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded - it frustrates me, takes up so much time, and usually ends with me hurling tools in frustration. Let's just say it's best if I stay away from car repairs.

But my friend Chad is the exact opposite. He thrives on fixing things. While most teenagers would spend their money on the best car they could afford, Chad would buy an older model sedan and turn it into his personal project. Every night he wasn’t working at his job, he was working on his car. This also meant that whenever I, or one of the others in our friend group, had a car problem, we could count on Chad to be there to help us out. He’d fix the car, and I became a master at holding the flashlight so he could see. All it would usually cost me is the price for parts and a late-night run to the local burger joint for a combo meal.

On this particular warm summer evening, the blower motor on my air conditioner decided to not be functional any longer. I had a decent idea of how to repair the issue, and already stopped by the shop to get the parts I needed, but since the motor is located up underneath the dashboard, completing the repair for guy my size would not have been comfortable. Time to call my own personal mechanic.

“Chad! You up for a burger and a blower motor? Not necessarily in that order?”

“I was hoping you’d just stop at a burger and a blow, but I guess the motor will do,” Chad quipped back.

“Get it fixed and we’ll see where the night leads.”

“Fuck off. I’ll come over after work.”

I lived with my mom at the time. It was just the two of us. She did the usual 8 - 5 gig, so she was never up too late and really just let me and my friends do whatever, as long as we didn’t bother her. So we had pretty much free reign to do what we wanted. Including fixing cars at all hours of the night.

Chad rolled up his beater of a car, shocks groaning and brakes squealing as he pulled into my drive. I had already gotten things going on my car by setting out the tool box and flashlight, working to take out some of the bolts and screws from my dashboard in order to get to the a/c unit.

Chad casually strolled into the garage and walked over to the door, hitting the button to drop the garage door. We did this so the music we inevitably would listen to and the sound of clanking tools wouldn’t carry out into the neighborhood.

“I got most of the bolts out from under the dash. There are a few in the back, towards the middle I can’t get to. These sausage fingers don’t work too well in tight spaces,” I said as he walked to the passenger side of the car and climbed under the dash.

“Don’t they? Wink, wink.”

“No, Chad. They don’t,” I replied sarcastically as I turned on the stereo and clicked on the flashlight so he could see.

Chad quickly got to work, removing the remaining bolts and setting them aside. He was able to drop the dash cover with ease and began to dig into the mechanics under the dash, detaching wires and more bolts.

All the while, we were making small talk, chatting about the latest in music and movies. How hot Chad thought the girl at his work was and whether or not he should pursue a date. Chad would try to tell me what he was doing, hoping to educate me on the steps to repairing a blower motor, but I couldn’t be bothered.

Now, a bit of a reminder about Chad, in case you forgot from my Hawaii story up above. He was a wrestler. A damn good one, too. He went to state every year in high school and, more often than not, won. He’s about 5’6” and easily the shortest of my friend group, but built like a god, with a broad muscular chest and flat stomach. He wasn’t super toned and didn’t have a ton of definition, but was definitely fit. Top it all off with some dark blond hair and dark brown eyes that are almost black, he was definitely a good looking guy.

Now, back to the car repair. As I mentioned, Chad was doing his best to educate me on the best way to remove a blower motor from under the dashboard, but I was having none of it, as I was captivated by the view in front of me. Chad was laying on his back, with his head tucked up under the dashboard, causing his back to arch up in such a way that caused his shirt to ride up and his pants to pull down a bit. What I was left with was a view of his smooth, milky stomach accentuated by a tuft of dark blond pubic hair sticking out of the waistband of his pants and grey Hanes boxer briefs.

“John!”

His shout snapped me out of my stupor rather quickly.

“Yeah, what?!” I said, stumbling over my words.

“I need your help holding this piece while I get the last bolt out. I don’t need it dropping on my forehead.”

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to squeeze two teenagers into the foot well of a mid-size sedan or not, but it’s cozy. With Chad, still laying on his back, stomach arched upward, pubic hair out in the wild, I slide up next to him on my side, holding the flashlight with one hand so we could see and what felt like half my engine in the other, putting all my weight on my one elbow. This also placed my crotch right up against Chad’s slender hip. As luck would have it, this position also caused my shirt to lift, allowing my stomach to press against his side. His skin was smooth and warm against mine and I savored the brief moment before he was able to finish his task and I jumped back onto my knees on the garage floor.

Chad handed me the old motor and I swapped it for the new part. Once again, as Chad was stretched across the floor of the car, his shirt lifted revealing his smooth, milky white stomach and the patch of pubic hair sticking out from his pants.

This time, I gave into temptation and slowly reached over and hovered my hand over his stomach. Just as I was about to make contact, Chad looked back at me and as a reaction, instead of touching his stomach, I pinched a bunch of his pubes and pulled. Weird, I know, but I didn’t want to get caught almost stroking my friend’s incredibly delectable stomach.

“Dammit, John! What the hell?!” Chad snapped, nearly dropping the motor on himself.

“If you’re going to give me a rub-down, just do it. Quit dickin’ around!”

I stared back at him, stunned. I guess he’d seen me admiring his exposed abdomen.

“For real. Just do it. I want you to. I’ll take that instead of the burger you promised.”

He quietly went back to work, and I stared down at his exposed stomach once more. Slowly and hesitantly, I reached up and placed my hand on his stomach, just below his belly button, where a small, thin line of blond hair meandered down toward the larger patch of pubes I had admired earlier. Aside from his happy trail, he was completely hairless on his torso. I moved my hand slowly up and down his stomach, lifting his shirt even higher to reveal his large pecs, which were accentuated by small, light brown nipples. I quickly discovered that these perfect tits were quite sensitive to the touch. The music in the garage was occasionally interrupted by the clink of a metal tool or the soft moan coming from my friend.

I carried on like this for a few minutes, when I noticed that a bulge had appeared in his pants. Because of the arched position Chad was in, his hardening dick looked like it was about to burst through his pants. I leaned down close to his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his pants where the trail of blond hair intermingled with the top of his pubic hair and kissed his soft skin. I repeated this action all across his stomach, eventually reaching my hand up and grabbing hold of the rock hard bulge in front of me.

“Fuck, dude. That feels so good.”

“Keep fixing my car. This blue-collar shit is getting me hard, Chad.”

This was evident by the boner that had appeared in my pants. Wanting to keep things going, and knowing he was enjoying the service, I leaned back on my knees, and undid the button and zipper on his pants and slowly peeled them down. Chad’s dick very prominent in his grey Hanes, practically begging for attention. I was more than happy to oblige. I grabbed hold of Chad’s dick and began rubbing him through the thin fabric, occasionally moving down to massage his balls. Not surprisingly, I grew tired of this and wanted to really get to work on his tool.

I pulled his underwear down, his dick getting caught in the waistband, causing it to snap back and slap his stomach with a hollow thud. I took hold of his six inches and licked it from the base up to the head, where I quickly took it into my mouth.

“Oh God. That feels so good, John,” he moaned.

He’d stopped working by know and had propped himself up on his elbows, putting him in a bit of an awkward position, but he didn’t seem to mind. I worked his hard cock with my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring his warm, salty flavor. Remembering his reaction to playing with his nipples earlier, I reached up with my free hand and began lightly pinching and rubbing them.

Chad began thrusting his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag a bit, but I didn’t want it to stop. His thrusting quickened, matching my pace as I slid my mouth up and down over his dick.

“Yeah. Fuck, dude. Keep going, I’m gonna cum!” He was barely able to keep his ecstasy in check.

With a few more thrusts, he let his jizz loose with a grunt, sending it flying into my mouth. Try as I may, I couldn’t quite take it all, as the fluids seeped out of the corners of my mouth and down his dick, onto his balls. When he was done, I did my best to lick it all up and as I finished, Chad pulled my face up to his.

“I want to taste it,” he moaned as he aggressively kissed me, taking in his salty goodness.

“My turn,” I said, as I stood up and dropped my pants.

My dick sprung up like a rocket, with the slightest amount of precum slowly dripping towards the ground. Chad crawled out of the foot well of the car and sat on the passenger seat, leaned forward and began sucking my dick, easily taking in my 6.5 inches. He reached back and grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me towards him, forcing my dick further into his mouth.

“Shit, Chad. Your mouth feels so good!”

I knew I wouldn’t last long and with a few more thrusts, I shot my load into Chad’s mouth. He quickly pulled back, and, as he turned around sticking his tight, muscular ass into the air, he asked me to fuck him.

“I want your dick, John. Fuck me…”

He spit into his hand, covering it in a mixture of saliva and cum, and rubbed it on his pink hole. I leaned down and devoured his hole, getting it even more wet. I slid a finger in, causing Chad to groan. I slowly began working my finger in and out, eventually adding a second digit, stretching him even further.

“God dammit. Fuck me, please,” Chad begged as he reached back and spread his ass apart.

I moved forward, slowly pressing the head of my dick into his ass, applying just enough pressure to push into his hole.

“You’re so tight, Chad. You feel so good…”

Slowly but surely, I pushed my dick into his hole, balls deep. Letting him get used to me being inside him, I leaned forward and began kissing his neck. I reached around with both hands and grabbed hold of his nipples once more.

“Shit! Squeeze them harder!”

I pinched his now hard nipples, causing him to push back onto my dick. I took this as a sign and began to slowly thrust into him. I stood back up and grabbed hold of his hips and fucked him. The sound of skin-on-skin contact echoed through the garage, drowning out the music. Both of us grunting and moaning with pleasure.

As I got closer to erupting once more, I quickened my pace, pounding my friend’s ass. Chad had reached down and was jerking himself off, and before too long, he blew his load all over the front seat of my car. The convulsing of his body was too much for me and as he was finishing, I pulled out of him and blew my jizz all over his milky white ass and back.

I stepped back from him, trying to catch my breath, while Chad basically collapsed there in the front seat.

“Holy shit, John. That was incredible. That beats a burger any day of the week.”

“Yeah, I think I’m going to have a broken car a lot more often,” I replied, jokingly.

“Better yet, we should probably work on Bryan’s car next. I think he’s got a sticky gear shift,” Chad added with a slight grin as he looked over his shoulder.
 
My Very Own Mechanic

I hate fixing cars. It's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded - it frustrates me, takes up so much time, and usually ends with me hurling tools in frustration. Let's just say it's best if I stay away from car repairs.

But my friend Chad is the exact opposite. He thrives on fixing things. While most teenagers would spend their money on the best car they could afford, Chad would buy an older model sedan and turn it into his personal project. Every night he wasn’t working at his job, he was working on his car. This also meant that whenever I, or one of the others in our friend group, had a car problem, we could count on Chad to be there to help us out. He’d fix the car, and I became a master at holding the flashlight so he could see. All it would usually cost me is the price for parts and a late-night run to the local burger joint for a combo meal.

On this particular warm summer evening, the blower motor on my air conditioner decided to not be functional any longer. I had a decent idea of how to repair the issue, and already stopped by the shop to get the parts I needed, but since the motor is located up underneath the dashboard, completing the repair for guy my size would not have been comfortable. Time to call my own personal mechanic.

“Chad! You up for a burger and a blower motor? Not necessarily in that order?”

“I was hoping you’d just stop at a burger and a blow, but I guess the motor will do,” Chad quipped back.

“Get it fixed and we’ll see where the night leads.”

“Fuck off. I’ll come over after work.”

I lived with my mom at the time. It was just the two of us. She did the usual 8 - 5 gig, so she was never up too late and really just let me and my friends do whatever, as long as we didn’t bother her. So we had pretty much free reign to do what we wanted. Including fixing cars at all hours of the night.

Chad rolled up his beater of a car, shocks groaning and brakes squealing as he pulled into my drive. I had already gotten things going on my car by setting out the tool box and flashlight, working to take out some of the bolts and screws from my dashboard in order to get to the a/c unit.

Chad casually strolled into the garage and walked over to the door, hitting the button to drop the garage door. We did this so the music we inevitably would listen to and the sound of clanking tools wouldn’t carry out into the neighborhood.

“I got most of the bolts out from under the dash. There are a few in the back, towards the middle I can’t get to. These sausage fingers don’t work too well in tight spaces,” I said as he walked to the passenger side of the car and climbed under the dash.

“Don’t they? Wink, wink.”

“No, Chad. They don’t,” I replied sarcastically as I turned on the stereo and clicked on the flashlight so he could see.

Chad quickly got to work, removing the remaining bolts and setting them aside. He was able to drop the dash cover with ease and began to dig into the mechanics under the dash, detaching wires and more bolts.

All the while, we were making small talk, chatting about the latest in music and movies. How hot Chad thought the girl at his work was and whether or not he should pursue a date. Chad would try to tell me what he was doing, hoping to educate me on the steps to repairing a blower motor, but I couldn’t be bothered.

Now, a bit of a reminder about Chad, in case you forgot from my Hawaii story up above. He was a wrestler. A damn good one, too. He went to state every year in high school and, more often than not, won. He’s about 5’6” and easily the shortest of my friend group, but built like a god, with a broad muscular chest and flat stomach. He wasn’t super toned and didn’t have a ton of definition, but was definitely fit. Top it all off with some dark blond hair and dark brown eyes that are almost black, he was definitely a good looking guy.

Now, back to the car repair. As I mentioned, Chad was doing his best to educate me on the best way to remove a blower motor from under the dashboard, but I was having none of it, as I was captivated by the view in front of me. Chad was laying on his back, with his head tucked up under the dashboard, causing his back to arch up in such a way that caused his shirt to ride up and his pants to pull down a bit. What I was left with was a view of his smooth, milky stomach accentuated by a tuft of dark blond pubic hair sticking out of the waistband of his pants and grey Hanes boxer briefs.

“John!”

His shout snapped me out of my stupor rather quickly.

“Yeah, what?!” I said, stumbling over my words.

“I need your help holding this piece while I get the last bolt out. I don’t need it dropping on my forehead.”

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to squeeze two teenagers into the foot well of a mid-size sedan or not, but it’s cozy. With Chad, still laying on his back, stomach arched upward, pubic hair out in the wild, I slide up next to him on my side, holding the flashlight with one hand so we could see and what felt like half my engine in the other, putting all my weight on my one elbow. This also placed my crotch right up against Chad’s slender hip. As luck would have it, this position also caused my shirt to lift, allowing my stomach to press against his side. His skin was smooth and warm against mine and I savored the brief moment before he was able to finish his task and I jumped back onto my knees on the garage floor.

Chad handed me the old motor and I swapped it for the new part. Once again, as Chad was stretched across the floor of the car, his shirt lifted revealing his smooth, milky white stomach and the patch of pubic hair sticking out from his pants.

This time, I gave into temptation and slowly reached over and hovered my hand over his stomach. Just as I was about to make contact, Chad looked back at me and as a reaction, instead of touching his stomach, I pinched a bunch of his pubes and pulled. Weird, I know, but I didn’t want to get caught almost stroking my friend’s incredibly delectable stomach.

“Dammit, John! What the hell?!” Chad snapped, nearly dropping the motor on himself.

“If you’re going to give me a rub-down, just do it. Quit dickin’ around!”

I stared back at him, stunned. I guess he’d seen me admiring his exposed abdomen.

“For real. Just do it. I want you to. I’ll take that instead of the burger you promised.”

He quietly went back to work, and I stared down at his exposed stomach once more. Slowly and hesitantly, I reached up and placed my hand on his stomach, just below his belly button, where a small, thin line of blond hair meandered down toward the larger patch of pubes I had admired earlier. Aside from his happy trail, he was completely hairless on his torso. I moved my hand slowly up and down his stomach, lifting his shirt even higher to reveal his large pecs, which were accentuated by small, light brown nipples. I quickly discovered that these perfect tits were quite sensitive to the touch. The music in the garage was occasionally interrupted by the clink of a metal tool or the soft moan coming from my friend.

I carried on like this for a few minutes, when I noticed that a bulge had appeared in his pants. Because of the arched position Chad was in, his hardening dick looked like it was about to burst through his pants. I leaned down close to his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his pants where the trail of blond hair intermingled with the top of his pubic hair and kissed his soft skin. I repeated this action all across his stomach, eventually reaching my hand up and grabbing hold of the rock hard bulge in front of me.

“Fuck, dude. That feels so good.”

“Keep fixing my car. This blue-collar shit is getting me hard, Chad.”

This was evident by the boner that had appeared in my pants. Wanting to keep things going, and knowing he was enjoying the service, I leaned back on my knees, and undid the button and zipper on his pants and slowly peeled them down. Chad’s dick very prominent in his grey Hanes, practically begging for attention. I was more than happy to oblige. I grabbed hold of Chad’s dick and began rubbing him through the thin fabric, occasionally moving down to massage his balls. Not surprisingly, I grew tired of this and wanted to really get to work on his tool.

I pulled his underwear down, his dick getting caught in the waistband, causing it to snap back and slap his stomach with a hollow thud. I took hold of his six inches and licked it from the base up to the head, where I quickly took it into my mouth.

“Oh God. That feels so good, John,” he moaned.

He’d stopped working by know and had propped himself up on his elbows, putting him in a bit of an awkward position, but he didn’t seem to mind. I worked his hard cock with my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring his warm, salty flavor. Remembering his reaction to playing with his nipples earlier, I reached up with my free hand and began lightly pinching and rubbing them.

Chad began thrusting his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag a bit, but I didn’t want it to stop. His thrusting quickened, matching my pace as I slid my mouth up and down over his dick.

“Yeah. Fuck, dude. Keep going, I’m gonna cum!” He was barely able to keep his ecstasy in check.

With a few more thrusts, he let his jizz loose with a grunt, sending it flying into my mouth. Try as I may, I couldn’t quite take it all, as the fluids seeped out of the corners of my mouth and down his dick, onto his balls. When he was done, I did my best to lick it all up and as I finished, Chad pulled my face up to his.

“I want to taste it,” he moaned as he aggressively kissed me, taking in his salty goodness.

“My turn,” I said, as I stood up and dropped my pants.

My dick sprung up like a rocket, with the slightest amount of precum slowly dripping towards the ground. Chad crawled out of the foot well of the car and sat on the passenger seat, leaned forward and began sucking my dick, easily taking in my 6.5 inches. He reached back and grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me towards him, forcing my dick further into his mouth.

“Shit, Chad. Your mouth feels so good!”

I knew I wouldn’t last long and with a few more thrusts, I shot my load into Chad’s mouth. He quickly pulled back, and, as he turned around sticking his tight, muscular ass into the air, he asked me to fuck him.

“I want your dick, John. Fuck me…”

He spit into his hand, covering it in a mixture of saliva and cum, and rubbed it on his pink hole. I leaned down and devoured his hole, getting it even more wet. I slid a finger in, causing Chad to groan. I slowly began working my finger in and out, eventually adding a second digit, stretching him even further.

“God dammit. Fuck me, please,” Chad begged as he reached back and spread his ass apart.

I moved forward, slowly pressing the head of my dick into his ass, applying just enough pressure to push into his hole.

“You’re so tight, Chad. You feel so good…”

Slowly but surely, I pushed my dick into his hole, balls deep. Letting him get used to me being inside him, I leaned forward and began kissing his neck. I reached around with both hands and grabbed hold of his nipples once more.

“Shit! Squeeze them harder!”

I pinched his now hard nipples, causing him to push back onto my dick. I took this as a sign and began to slowly thrust into him. I stood back up and grabbed hold of his hips and fucked him. The sound of skin-on-skin contact echoed through the garage, drowning out the music. Both of us grunting and moaning with pleasure.

As I got closer to erupting once more, I quickened my pace, pounding my friend’s ass. Chad had reached down and was jerking himself off, and before too long, he blew his load all over the front seat of my car. The convulsing of his body was too much for me and as he was finishing, I pulled out of him and blew my jizz all over his milky white ass and back.

I stepped back from him, trying to catch my breath, while Chad basically collapsed there in the front seat.

“Holy shit, John. That was incredible. That beats a burger any day of the week.”

“Yeah, I think I’m going to have a broken car a lot more often,” I replied, jokingly.

“Better yet, we should probably work on Bryan’s car next. I think he’s got a sticky gear shift,” Chad added with a slight grin as he looked over his shoulder.
I like the way Chad thinks. He just wanted your dick inside of him, screw all the nonsense of rimming and fingering him. I love it when people do exactly what is asked of them. He didn't say rim me, he said fuck me and that's what he meant.
 
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Summertime Sleep Out

Bryan and I had been best friends ever since he moved in next door when we were about 12 years old. When we weren’t in school, much of our time was spent together riding bikes and running rampant in our neighborhood along with our group of friends when we were younger, and staying up late gaming, eating fast food and generally being horny teenagers in any way could. This included dating and having as many make-out sessions with as many of the girls in our school as we could manage.

During the summer months, when the temperatures were blazing during the day and incredible at night, my friends and I often slept outside under the stars. Bryan happened to have a trampoline in his back yard, which provided us with hours of fun growing up. Not to mention a few bumps, bruises and even a torn ligament for an unlucky neighbor. This trampoline made for a great location to sleep, as it kept us off the ground, and was fairly soft to sleep on. Though, my back is probably paying dearly for it these days.

One particular late summer night, when the temperature was nearly perfect for a night out under the stars, Bryan suggested we sleep out one last time before we entered our first year of high school, and life became more hectic with more intense schooling, sports (Bryan was a big soccer guy and had the plump ass to show for it) and likely a job to take up much of our time.

“Let’s get one more sleep out in, since we’ll likely not going to get another one. For old times sake,” Bryan said, with a hint of truthful nostalgia and a heaping ton of sarcasm.

“Dude, I’m game for that. We’ve only done it once this year and I’d hate to miss out on one final chance,” I replied as I stuffed a few french fries in my mouth.

“Sweet. Finish up so you can go grab your sleeping bag and shit.”

“Damn dude. Let me savor this food for a bit. This Double-Double is hitting me just right tonight,” I mumbled as my eyes rolled back in a feign of ecstasy.

“Yeah, you’ll have even more meat hitting you just right later tonight,” Bryan teased, snapping me out of my food-gasm.

“Nice one…”

After we cleaned up our dinner, I ran home and changed my clothes. Even though it was summer, it could sometimes get a bit chilly when out in the back yard where the breeze often blew, so a pair of sweats and a t-shirt were the outfit of choice that night. I snagged my sleeping bag from the storage room in the basement, grabbed my pillow and stuffed a few snacks for the night into my pillowcase and headed back down the street to Bryan’s house.

Bryan was already in the back yard on the trampoline, sleeping bag already laid out. He was laying on top of his bag, staring off into space. His back yard was quite spacious; not very deep, but was very wide, with views of the valley that were incredible. The trampoline was tucked in the back corner, out of the way from the large patio, which also meant it was out of the view of windows and sliding glass doors.

I walked over and tossed my bag onto the trampoline, and dropped my pillow, stuffed with treats, gently on top, making sure not to crush the nag of Doritos (…priorities…).

“Hey, fucker,” I chuckled as I climbed up.

“What’s up, asshole?” he replied, in our usual friendly greeting.

I quickly got my bag rolled out and emptied my pillow case of it’s snack contents and joined Bryan in some stargazing.

As the night progressed, our conversation covered a variety of topics- the upcoming school year and how different high school would be, whether or not Bryan should get a job or focus on his soccer (and maintain that amazing ass), if I should get a job in fast food or down at the mall, which girls we had our sights set on…the usual stuff.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever slept on a trampoline or not, but given its super stretchy properties, you tend to slide towards whatever or whomever the heaviest object. In this case, it was me. At the time, I was your average teenager: just shy of six feet and in decent shape, but no star athlete by any means. Bryan, as I mentioned, was a soccer player. He was quite lean, but toned as all get out. One of those guys that has a six-pack that your grandma would use to scrub her knickers on. Because of all the running he did, his legs were crazy thick. Did I already mention that he had an incredible bubble butt?

Back to the sleep out…

Because I was a bit bigger, Bryan had to keep moving and shifting because he continually slid down the slope of the trampoline.

“Damn dude. I somehow always forget how obnoxious it is to lay on a trampoline with someone you don’t intend to make out with.”

“It’s OK Bryan. Give into your urges and slide on over here,” I joked as I grabbed his sleeping back and pulled him towards me.

“Eat a dick, man!” Bryan laughed as he rolled back away from me.

After another hour or so, our conversation slowed and we spent more time looking out into the cosmos than we did chatting, which is often the case, Bryan occasionally sliding back away from me.

However, in a surprise move, Bryan broke the silence by shouting (as loudly as he could without actually being loud as to not make any neighbors or his parents).

“STEAMROLLER!”

As shout this, Bryan rolled over the top of me, back and forth, repeatedly. This was a game we all used to play when we were a bit younger. Though, looking back at it, I think it was a way for budding teens to rub up against something or someone without it being overtly sexual.

Now, as Bryan and I were laughing and taking turns rolling over the top of each other, the sexualness of the activity became quite apparent. As we learned from conversations earlier in the evening, it had been a few weeks since either of us had hooked up with someone, creating a bit of a dry spell. In teenage boy years, that was an eternity, and the hormones were apparently raging.

As our little game continued over the next few minutes. and the rubbing and bumping continued, my dick began to stiffen up. This forced me to roll over onto my stomach to keep Bryan from noticing as he rolled over the top of me. But I quickly noticed I wasn’t the only one in those situation, as I could feel Bryan’s hard prick dig into my lower back as he went back and forth. Instead of freaking out or calling him out, I just laid there, and let him continue, taking in the feeling of my friend’s hard dick pushing up against me.

After a few more minutes, Bryan slowed down, basically stopping while on top of me. I could feel his hard dick pressed against my ass, with nothing but two pairs of boxer briefs, my sweats and Bryan’s soccer shorts between the two of us.

The trampoline was barely moving, with small bounces taking place after our rolling movements. This caused Bryan to unintentionally (yeah, let’s go with that) grind into my ass. As he did so, he laid down closer to me, placing his mouth right next to my ear. The only sound to break the silence was Bryan’s heavy, warm breath in my ear. which drove me insane.

It was evident that Bryan was in no hurry to remove himself from my back and I was OK with that. As the trampoline came to a stop, Bryan decided to keep things moving by slowly starting to grind into me, his dick placed perfectly into the crevice of my ass. As he did this, I reached back and grabbed hold of his plump butt with my left hand, pulling him into me, encouraging him to keep going.

“Do you like this? Do you like feeling my cock in your crack?” Bryan whispered into my ear, touching it gently with his lips in the process.

All I could do is let out a moan of acknowledgement.

As Bryan continued to dry hump me, I eventually moved my hand from his ass and slid it between us, grabbing hold of his big dick with my hand. The polyester of his soccer shorts was incredibly thin, allowing me to grip him easily without a lot of fabric to get in the way.

“Keep going Bryan. I’m so turned on right now.”

Now it was Bryan who was unable to audibly answer, giving instead a grunt of pleasure.

After a few minutes of this, Bryan stopped, got to his knees so that he was straddling me, and started to roll me over onto my back.

“Will you suck me? I want you to suck my dick,” Bryan asked, excitedly.

“Yeah, man. Give it to me,” I told him, as I reached up and began pulling his shorts and boxers down. As I did so, his dick caught on the band of his shorts, which caused it to snap back and slap his against his tensed abs with a hollow thud (God, I love that sound).

If you’ve been following along with my previous stories, then you know that Bryan’s got a good sized dick. Even during our younger teen years, he was sporting a beast, topping out at just shy of about 8”, which was now staring me in the face.

I reached up and took hold of his dick as Bryan straddled my face, his thick thighs, on either side of my head, and his masculine smell completely surrounding me. With my head propped up on my pillow, and him kneeling over me, I took his tool into my mouth and began to suck and lick like my life depended on it. I was gradually able to take more and more of his dick into my mouth, with his large, hairless balls resting on my chin (even today he keeps himself pretty much hairless).

Bryan continued face-fucking me for a while, his occasional moaning and words of encouragement breaking the silence.

“Shit John. That feels so good. Do you like my dick? Does it taste good?” I think he knew the answer to that.

“ Turn around, Bryan. Suck my dick while I suck yours.”

It took a second or two for things to click and Bryan quickly flipped around while I pulled my sweats off. We got into the 69 position, with Bryan once again kneeling over me. He wasted no time in taking my boner into his mouth. I, in the meantime, had shifted my attention to his big ball sack, taking his balls into my mouth one at a time, causing Bryan to collapse on top of me.

“Ah! Fuck, that feels amazing!”

I continued working on his balls while pushing him back to my cock. We carried on like this for several minutes, each of us moving from dick to balls and back again, our moaning and groaning filling the air.

Wanting to try something new, I pulled my mouth off his rock-hard dick and told him I wanted to eat his ass.

“Seriously?” He said while looking back at me with a surprised grin.

“Yes, absolutely. I want to taste your hole.Get on your back,” I commanded.

Bryan rolled off me and in one motion, placed his hands on the back of his muscular thighs and pulled them up towards his chest. His plump ass cheeks spread wide open, exposing his ass hole to me. I wasted no time in diving in.

I licked his crack from bottom to top in one fail swoop, then moved back to his hole and placed all my focus there, licking, poking and prodding with my tongue.

“God dammit, John!” Bryan exclaimed as he squirmed in pleasure.

I devoured his delicious hole for several minutes, but I needed more. I sat back, and pulled his legs back down so Bryan as flat on his back. I went back to work on his dick, getting it nice and wet with saliva, mixing it with the pre-cum that was flowing.

Once I got to a satisfactory level of slipperiness, I looked Bryan in the eye and simply said “Fuck me.”

I got onto my stomach and propped my hips up with a pillow, granting Bryan easier access. As he knelt between my legs, I reached back and spread my ass for him as he added his own fluids to the mix and spat on my hole and rubbed it in. He leaned into me, dick first, pressed his hard dick into me, causing me to gasp, both in pleasure and pain. Slowly, Bryan eased his prick into me, eventually pushing all of his eight inches into me, with his big balls resting on my taint.

Bryan began to slowly thrust, taking our journey back to how the night began, with his slow, method grinding. Bryan reached underneath me, hooking his hands on the underside of my shoulders, allowing him to gain a bit more leverage to push even deeper.

“Oh shit, Bryan, your big dick feels so good! Pound me!” I whispered loudly, trying to keep things as quiet as I could.

A few more minutes passed before Bryan, while licking and kissing my ear, whispered “Ride me.”

“With pleasure,” I answered.

Bryan rolled over onto his back and after a quick sick sucking to wet him up again, I straddled him and slid down onto him. As I moved up and down, my ass working his pole, I quickly noticed the bounciness of the trampoline caused him to reach new depths inside of me. So of course, I bounced harder.

Neither one of us were able to last much longer. Bryan tilted his head back and grabbed hold of my hips and began thrusting faster into me as I bounced.

“I’m going to c-cu-cum!”

I hopped off of him and grabbed hold of his dick and started jerking off with one hand while stroking my own dick with the other.

Seconds later, Bryan let loose a series of ropes and spurts of cum, soaking his muscular stomach in hot liquid.

“Oh god!” I moaned, as I also launched spasm after spasm of cum onto Bryan’s stomach.

Once finished, I leaned down and began to lick the cum from in between the mounds and ridges of Bryan’s abs. Surprisingly, Bryan pulled me up to his face and began kissing me, taking in the fluids from his stomach. A few moments later, I collapsed onto his chest, breathless.

“Shit, John. That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever experience a more intense nut before!”

“No, definitely not,” I replied to him.

we cleaned ourselves off using our pillowcases, and after laying close to one another for some time, fell asleep under the stars in the cool summer air.

The next morning, we were awakens by Bryan’s mom, who had kindly made us a pancake breakfast. As expected, Bryan had slid next to me during the night, as my heavier weight pulled him towards me. Normally, we sleep on our backs to avoid one of us getting a morning wood to the back because we’d wind up in a spooning position. This time, however, we preferred it that way, with me being the big spoon.

As she walked back towards the house, Bryan’s started laughing and said “You two look ridiculous right now. It’s too bad your friends can’t see you like this. They’d never let you live it down.”

We laid there for a few minutes more, with my arm draped over Bryan and my hand firmly wrapped around his morning hard-on.